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flamingo-writes · 1 year ago

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Leather and Lipstick — Hobie Brown x Reader

@inthishousewestanencanto requested: “Hi! May I ask for a Hobie request? Some possible smut if that's something you write? If not, him making the reader their own battle jacket?”

A/N: i took more than I thought writing this, but I also intended to write a fix half this length. I also merged both things in one, and I feel kinda proud of it. I hope you enjoy it 😩

Genre: fluff, smut.

Word count: 1.8K

Warnings: smut of course. Not proof read.

Hobie Brown was tall. And he was skinny. Granted, he had superhuman strength, could lift an entire bus if he wanted. But he was naturally a skinny guy. His muscles were toned, but not ridiculous toned to make him look like a dehydrated model. He was proportionally toned, muscles buff enough to make him look irresistible to you. Small waist, narrow shoulders.

And it was precisely his thin complexion what allowed him to fit into your clothes. Just like you could fit and drive him crazy wearing his clothes, he could do the exact same thing to you.

He especially loved stealing and wearing a dark red leather jacket you owned. It always smelled like you. It was soft. And you always left random trinkets in the pockets. Sometimes it was your lipstick, sometimes it was your earrings, sometimes it was the tiny origami animals you did with post it notes when you got bored at work. He loved exploring the pockets of your jacket, he never knew what he was going to find.

One time you tipped the inside of the pocket by mistake. Hobie could almost hear the sound of your heart breaking as you said how your favourite jacket was in her last moments, as the insides were starting to rip, the edges were starting to look worn and the paint was starting to fall off. It had been with you for the best part of almost ten years. And you’d found it in a secondhand store. Who knew how long had that jacket really have.

Hobie made it his mission to patch up and fix your jacket before your birthday.

“Man, I’m gonna try and fix it, but I don’t think she has that much life left in her…” You said.

“I’ll do it,” Hobie said with a nonchalant shrug as he started thinking of all the things he could actually do with your jacket.

You didn’t hear nor see your jacket for months. You started forgetting about it, only nostalgically remembering you once had a gorgeous scarlet jacket when you saw pictures of you wearing it. But knew Hobie was actively keeping it secret, as he never told you how it was going. You knew it was going good from the cheeky grin he gave you every time you asked.

The next time you saw it wa shack at Hobie’s place after the night out you had with your friends. You went to a bar, talked and drank for hours. And it was around four a.m. when you left back to your place. Awake as if it was barely 11 p.m. you walked into his place. His hand on your waist as he pushed you against the wall and kissed you between giggles.

You didn’t even try to resist Hobie as you kissed him back and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, standing on your tiptoes. His snaked around your waist as he pressed his body against yours. You moaned sweetly into his lips.

He pulled away from the kiss, leaving you hot and bothered as you glanced at him.

“I’ve still got one last surprise for ya,” He said in a low purr.

“God, Hobie, you’ve already given me a wonderful day with my boyfriend, a fantastic evening with my friends, you know, I’m still kinda expecting birthday sex, but what else can you possibly give me? You’ve already given me everything,” You chuckled, following him as he walked into his room.

“Oh, you’re gonna get your birthday sex, don’t worry, luv…” He chuckled. “Close your eyes,”

You did as he said as you heard his wardrobe open and the rustling of hangers.

“Stretch out your arms,” He said, you complied.

As you felt something leathery and slightly heavy in your hands, your heart stopped briefly.

“No…” You whispered.

“Open those pretty eyes,”

In your hands you saw your scarlet jacket. Renewed. Enhanced. Spikes around the collar, and the cuffs. Black patches sewed with floss along some of the edges. At the back there was a beautiful drawing of your favourite animal made out of polygons with white paint.

“Hobie!” You whispered breathless. “Oh my god, Hobie!”

“You have to see the best part, look at this,” He said as he showed you the inside, completely new fabric covering the insides, and where the old washed out tag with the brand and size was, now replaced with a black patch with a drawing of a pencil with “HB No.2” written on it. His familiar signature, referencing the drawing pencils. Underneath, there was something else written: “For the Love of My Life, my Beacon of Light. I love you. -HB”

You looked up at Hobie with wide eyes, as they got teary.

“Wadya think?” He asked.

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close, trapping his lips in a fiery kiss. His hands latched on to your hips at once. Pulling you over to the bed, making you lay down.

“I loved it. Hobie, it’s wonderful…” you said breathlessly as you pulled Hobie on top of you.

“Would you model it for me, luv?” He purred.

You chuckled and nodded. Getting off of you, and laying besides you, you say up and out on the jacket, standing up and modelling the jacket.

“The jacket doesn’t look nearly as beautiful as the girl wearing it,”

“Come on, Hobie. It’s beautiful. I loved it,” You said.

“I’m glad you liked it,” He said with a gentle smile.

“You know how this would look even better?” You asked, smirking as you took off the jacket.

Hobie raised an eyebrow as he watched you take your shirt off. His heart racing as his eyes and smirk widened.

As you put your jacket back on, this time not wearing anything underneath. The jacket covering your breasts, leaving your chest exposed, as Hobie stared at you wide eyed.

“Fuck, I can’t believe how incredibly hot you look, luv,” He said as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him.

Pulling you down, straddling him, he leaned closer and started kissing your neck as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. His hands exploring your skin underneath the jacket. Between his hands and lips, you felt delirious. Letting a soft moan escape your throat as one of your hands sunk in his wicks.

“Fuck, Hobie…” You whispered.

“Isn’t that the plan?” He teased, making you chuckle.

“You’re such a smartass,” You said kissing his head.

“You like that, don’t you?” He said pulling away as one of his hands caressing your cheek.

His other hand slid up your side, cupping your boob. His thumb sliding over your nipple, making you close your eyes and moan.

“You sound so hot when you do that, babe…” He said in a low voice, as he kept teasing your nipple, staring at you enamoured.

Opening your eyes, you glanced at him. Licking your lips, as your stare darkened. Picking up on the look you were giving him, he leaned forward and kissed you. His other hand slid down your cheek to cup your other breast, giving them a gentle squeeze before his fingers teased your nipples. Gasping against his lips, you rocked your hips on top of his, this time, stealing a moan from him.

Melting against each other, while normally you’d passionately devour each other, this time you went slower. Equally fiery, but much slower. Taking your time to undress each other. Loving caresses, and declarations of love dissipating in the air, mixed with moans. The heat rising as you gave into each other.

With little clothes left, Hobie lying on the bed with you sitting on his hips. Wearing nothing but leather and smudged lipstick. He stared at you with drunken eyes.

“You know how else would this jacket look great?” He asked.

“On your bedroom floor?” You asked, making him chuckle.

“Man, too predictable?”

“You used that pick up like the first time you brought me over to your place…” You chuckled. “I was wearing—“

“That sexy blue sundress…” Hobie sighed as his hands slid up your body, pushing the jacket off your shoulders.

In a swift move, once Hobie took off the jacket, he grabbed your hips and turned the both of you over. Leaving you undergrad as he nestled between your legs.

“For the record, you always do look sexy…” He said.

You giggled as you cupped his face. “Kiss me, Hobie…”

Without having to be told twice, he leaned down and kissed you.

The night went on as you let the heat of the moment consume you. Clothes burning close together, as he slid inside of you. Stretching you in such a delicious way, building a rhythm that was soon going to drive you crazy. Delirious, as Hobie knew exactly how to make you feel ecstatic.

With every push, he was building your orgasm. Somehow being simultaneously rough and gentle, making your eyes roll back. Your voice growing higher and higher, as the sound of your voice was driving him insane.

“Fuck, babe…Look at me…” He purred as you opened your eyes, looking at him. “That’s right, babe…”

“I love you, Hobie…” You gasped.

“I do too. Very, very much, baby…” He said as he leaned over, his nose brushing against yours.

His hips slowed down, as his hands patched on to your hips, lifting them up slightly. Going deeper than before, you let a loud moan out as you bumped your forehead against his. His length brushing against the right spot, and his tip kissing your cervix.

“Babe, I want to cum…” You whined.

“Everything at its time…” He chuckled softly as he built up his rhythm again.

Arching your back, you cried out his name as your hands clawed to his shoulders. His hips snapping against yours, as his own grunts only added to the heat in your belly condense.

With every push, every gasp, you felt yourself dissolving, every second closet and closer and closer to your climax.

“Ba-babe~”

“You like that?” He asked with a cheeky grin as he pulled your legs over his shoulders, going deeper.

“Ye-yeah…”

“Such a pretty girl,” He purred as he sped up.

His relentless pace eventually threw you off the edge, as you cried out his name, your fingers clawing to his arms. The consuming heat of your orgasm burning you inside out. Your walls desperately squeezing him, sucking him in as he groaned, lost in pleasure as he chased his own orgasm. The delirious spasming of your walls soon made him come undone. His hot seed shooting inside your insides, coating and painting your walls.

He kissed your forehead, halting his movements. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the feeling of his body relaxing and the sound of your soft panting, catching your breath.

He got off of you and collapsed on the bed besides you. Rolling to your side, you snuggled close to him.

“Happy birthday, luv,”

“My best birthday so far,”

“That’ll change next year,” He said confidently, as he kissed your forehead.

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the-west-meadow · 2 years ago

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Normal People

Lukas Matsson x (fem)Reader, Roman Roy x (fem)Reader

word count: 3k - read on Ao3 here!

NFSW: 18+ ONLY

You first met him at Kendall’s birthday party.

Roman was being obnoxious. All he could talk about was finding Lukas Matsson. He and Shiv were relentless in their pursuit of the man. It was all business, no pleasure tonight. So while Roman and Shiv stood with their heads together, compulsively sipping vodka tonics, you slipped away unnoticed to try and have some fun before the night was over.

You found your way upstairs, where for some inexplicable reason Kendall had built a replica of his childhood treehouse. The inside was bustling with people yet the two buff men outside wouldn’t let you enter without an armband. Dejected, you started to turn away, when you heard Kendall’s voice from above.

“Hey! Let her through, she’s cool!”

He was pointing right at you with a grin. The guards moved aside, letting you in.

Upstairs, Kendall greeted you with a hug.

“Nice treehouse,” you said.

“Thanks. It’s pretty infantile, right? Sort of the vibe I was going for.”

“Definitely. You nailed it.”

“Hey, I need a favor while you’re here. See that guy over there?”

He nodded over his shoulder to a tall blonde Scandinavian-looking man slouching alone in a plush leather chair.

“Who is that?”

“That’s Lukas Matsson. He’s pretty disgruntled and I need someone to keep him from wandering. I can’t do it anymore, I need to mingle. Also, Roman cannot know he’s here.”

“Roman’s entire purpose in life tonight is to find that guy.”

“Please don’t tell him he’s here. I’ll owe you one. Seriously.

“Don’t worry. Roman’s driving me fucking crazy at the moment.”

“Amazing. You’re amazing. Let me get you a drink and I’ll introduce you.”

Kendall stepped away. You glanced curiously in Lukas’s direction. He glanced up from his phone, met your eyes, and did a double take. He stared at you for a long moment across the room.

Kendall returned with your drink, breaking your gaze.

“Let’s go. You’re about to meet one of the weirdest rich guys out there.”

Drinks in hand, you approached the man. He kept his eyes fixed on yours.

“Yo, Lukas. Meet my good friend Y/N. I promise she’s not going to network you to death.”

Kendall clapped him on the shoulder.

“You guys have fun.”

You thought you saw Kendall wink, but it was too quick, and then he was gone.

“Kendall thinks I need a babysitter tonight,” Lukas said. “Too many sharks in the water.”

“Thankfully I don’t have any interest in what Kendall and his family does. I’m just along for the ride.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a writer.”

“What do you write?”

“Words, mostly.”

Lukas cracked the smallest grin.

“Is that, like, meaningful for you?” he asked.

“I don’t really care if it has meaning or not. Mostly it keeps me entertained.”

“Cheers to that.”

He raised his beer bottle and clinked it against your glass of gin and tonic.

“So you know all of the Roy siblings?” Lukas said.

“Too well.”

“Which one’s your favorite?”

“Do I have to have a favorite?”

“It’ll say a lot about you. I’m still figuring out who I’m talking to here.”

You considered briefly.

“I think I relate to Kendall the most.”

“Daddy issues?”

You laughed. “I’m not going there. But if I had to pick a favorite… Roman is the most fun to be around.”

“So you like fun.”

“You don’t?”

“I don’t relate to what most people think of as fun.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Partying. Getting drunk. Rollercoasters.”

You burst out laughing.

“What?” he said.

“Rollercoasters?”

“People find them fun, right? You tell me. What’s fun to you?”

“Not rollercoasters.”

Lukas considered you with a curious, calculating look.

“I’m starting to think you’re not a normal person,” he said.

“I could tell you weren’t normal the second I looked over here.”

You gave him a sly smile. He set his beer down and folded his hands in his lap.

“I’ve got to get out of this treehouse,” he said.

“You don’t think the treehouse is fun?”

“I’d like to find out what your idea of fun is. You still haven’t told me.”

You gazed at him for a long moment. Then you heard an all-too-familiar voice over your shoulder.

“There you are. Both of you.”

Roman was leaning over you with his hands on the back of your chair.

“This is a weird pairing. What are you guys even talking about?”

“Rollercoasters,” Lukas said.

You smiled, catching his eye once more before you stood.

“I’ll let you guys talk.”

“I’ll see you later, though, yeah?” Roman called. You glanced at Lukas, who had put everything together in an instant.

“If you can find me,” you said as you left.

When you glanced back over your shoulder, Lukas was staring at his phone again and Roman was sitting cross-legged in your chair, trying unsuccessfully to get his attention.

Not long after, you found yourself in Italy, lying poolside beneath the mild northern sun. Eyes closed, you felt a shadow pass over your vision and cracked your eyes open. Roman sat in the neighboring beach chair, squinting in the light.

“I forgot how much I hated the sun.”

He leaned back uncomfortably in the chair.

“So, I have a mission for you. For both of us.”

“What?”

“Guess who lives right across the lake.”

“Who? Stop making me ask questions.”

“Our old buddy Lukas Matsson.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Who?”

Roman grinned.

“You know who. You’re literally blushing.”

“It’s the sun.”

“I know you’ve been wondering how big his dick is.”

“Roman, what the fuck?”

“Hey, it’s fine. I mean, you still haven’t seen mine. It’s only healthy to think about other men’s dicks every now and then.”

“Jesus…”

“Look, seriously. I need your help. I have to convince him to make this deal. But I don’t think he likes me all that much. If you’re there, maybe he’ll perk up enough to listen to me. I mean, the man’s practically comatose.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“I need you to get him a little hard, metaphorically speaking. He’ll want to show off his big dick in front of you by making this deal.”

“Stop saying ‘dick’. This is sounding really fucking weird.”

“Like I’m trying to whore you out to him?”

“Yeah. Exactly that.”

“Come on. You don’t have to do anything. Unless, you know, you want to.”

He wiggled his eyebrows. You gave a sigh.

“When are you leaving?”

“Soon. Now, actually. Can you put some clothes on? The bikini might be overkill.”

“God dammit, Roman.”

You stood up and grabbed the towel from the back of your chair. He grabbed your hand gently.

“Hey.”

You paused, gazing down at him, the quirky smile flashing, eyes obscured behind his dark sunglasses.

“You’re my secret weapon.”

You were on the boat less than half an hour later, speeding across Lake Como in the warm air.

“That’s his place,” Roman said, indicating the approaching villa. Tall cypress trees swayed in the lake breeze, revealing a stuccoed exterior and red tile roof. A hidden paradise nestled at the foot of the Alps.

“You’re shitting me.”

Roman grinned.

Lukas was waiting for you on the dock. He was barefoot, in a black t-shirt and white linen pants. His dark blue eyes glinted in the light reflecting off the lake.

Roman disembarked first, turning to lend you a hand. You felt Lukas watching the two of you.

"There you are, you tall motherfucker," Roman said, stepping forward to greet him. He shook Roman’s hand, then turned his gaze to you.

“You remember Y/N, right?” Roman said. “I think I interrupted your little party in the treehouse.”

“So you two are together?”

“Well, we haven’t fucked yet if that’s what you mean,” Roman said.

Lukas glanced at you. You rolled your eyes discreetly.

“I feel like I shouldn’t ask,” Lukas said.

“Oh, it’s all me. Not her fault.”

Lukas led the two of you to a patio shaded from the sun. His property was quiet, beautiful, secluded. It was strange to imagine him padding around the villa in his bare feet, alone. He reclined on a wicker sofa while you took a seat nearby.

Roman was looking at his phone, suddenly serious.

“What is it?” you said.

“I gotta take this. Sorry, guys.”

He stepped away, leaving you alone with Lukas. He reclined on a beige sofa, glancing at you with his hands folded in his lap.

“I was wondering if I’d see you again,” he said. “Where did we leave off?”

“I don’t remember. It was a long night.”

“When you said Roman was your favorite, I didn’t realize why.”

“It’s pretty complicated.”

“Sounds like it.” Lukas paused. “You guys really haven’t fucked?”

“It’s just… not like that. I know it sounds weird.”

“How long have you been together?”

“About a year.”

He let out a low whistle.

“So does that mean… I mean, are you guys exclusive?”

“So far. Yeah.”

You gazed at each other silently. Roman returned, phone in hand.

“Hey guys, I gotta run. But I’ll be back. Is it cool if she stays?”

“It’s fine,” Lukas said. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just family stuff. Kendall,” he added, glancing at you.

You nodded, unable to tell if he was bluffing or not.

“Try not to talk business without me,” Roman said. He turned and jogged back towards the dock. You heard the boat engine start as he sped off across the lake.

“Fun,” Lukas said.

You looked at him in confusion.

“We were talking about fun.”

He was gazing at you, broad shoulders in the dappled sunlight, his eyes calm.

“Do you want to see the rest of the house?”

You followed him inside, bare feet on the cool terracotta floor, a warm breeze moving through the open rooms. The villa was exquisitely decorated, a blend of modern art and traditional Italian motifs. Green and gold curtains, plush beige sofas, a gleaming oak dining table.

“You live alone?”

“Yeah. To be honest, I don’t like living with other people.”

“I know what you mean.”

“You and Roman don’t live together?

“Let’s stop talking about Roman.”

You paused in the doorway of a bedroom that opened onto a patio overlooking the lake. The sheer curtains lifted in the breeze. You felt Lukas glance at you.

“The downstairs is all for show. I live upstairs. Do you want to see?”

The upstairs was a loft with exposed beams and skylights. In contrast to the overblown downstairs decoration, everything here was black, white, grey. This was where Lukas’s preference for Scandinavian minimalism became apparent. He was so tall that he had to stoop in certain places. You peered into his office, sparsely decorated with a wooden desk, MacBook and high-end stereo system.

“This is where I get my thinking done. I really don’t like having visitors in general. Present company excepted.”

His bedroom was adjacent to the office. Again you lingered in the doorway, hesitant to enter his private quarters. He leaned on the doorframe across from you and folded his arms. He looked straight at you.

“So,” he said.

“So...?”

“Kendall’s birthday party. I had every intention of inviting you back to my room.”

“Roman ruined your plans, huh?”

“Pretty much. But then he brought you here.”

You went silent, gazing back at him. The blonde stubble, heavy brow, hard blue eyes. Something in him both frightening and compelling. Impenetrable but vulnerable. He was tan from the summer sun, calm and cool. He seemed curious to see what your next move would be. And he was willing to wait you out.

You meandered into the bedroom, glancing around at his possessions. A shelf full of books: classics, modern novels, books on tech. A stray pair of headphones. A solitary person’s existence.

He followed you in, taking a seat on the edge of his bed. You turned around to face him.

“Roman brought me here to help make the deal for his dad,” you said.

“I know that. I don’t care. I’ve already made my decision.”

“Okay.”

You stepped up to him, feet nearly touching. He watched you with the faint smile of someone who has been alone for a long time observing a newcomer in their space.

“Let’s not fuck around any longer,” he whispered.

Almost before he had finished speaking, you leaned down to kiss him. He kissed you back, long, deep kisses, like he had missed you intensely in your brief, inexplicable absence from his life. His hands slid up your back. You sank onto his lap, straddling him as his hands moved lower, exploring your unfamiliar form.

You ran your hands through his hair, along the back of his neck, across his broad shoulders. You slid your hands beneath the sleeves of his t-shirt, feeling his toned arms. You kissed his neck, the sound of his rasping breath in your ear.

“Did you think of me at all?” he whispered.

“I couldn’t stop,” you breathed.

You felt a throb as he grew harder beneath you. You pushed him back onto the bed and ground against him as he swiftly unbuttoned your shirt then shed his own. He pulled you down against him, kissing your neck, your shoulders, his stubble brushing your skin.

“You really haven’t been fucked in a year?”

You shook your head, gasping at his touch, unable to speak.

“Time to change that.”

He deftly changed positions with you, so that you were lying half-dressed beneath him. Now you had a full view of him, his bare torso, ruffled blonde hair, the intensity in his eyes. He unzipped his pants and slid out of them.

“Oh my god,” you said, unable to stop yourself. Lukas grinned, breathless.

“What?”

“You’re fucking huge.”

He tugged your pants off, gripping his cock, and without any further delay, slid swiftly into you.

You let out a long, vocal moan. It had been too long. Everything in you had been aching for him. He watched your every reaction, the slight grin on his face, his eyes glittering. You bucked against him, running your hands over his lean body as he slowly, firmly pounded into you. You gripped his forearm for dear life.

“Fuck, Lukas”

“Yeah? Is that good?”

You groaned in response as he leaned into you, his hot, sticky skin against yours, running along the length of your body with his bulk. He gripped your wrists, pinning you lightly as he pulsed in and out of you. You sank your teeth into the muscle of his shoulder, and he held you down harder.

“You feel like you want to come,” he murmured.

“Mmhmm.”

“You’re so fucking wet.”

You dug your fingers into his back, feeling your entire body tense up.

“It’s been so long. You’re ready to fucking burst.”

He slid his thumb into your mouth and you bit down on it. There were starbursts behind your eyes. His voice in your ear.

“There you go. Let me hear you. I want to hear you.”

That was it. You let go, back arched, thighs tensed, warmth spreading across your body as you let out a half-moan, half-scream. You heard Lukas groan and stiffen, his hand twined in your hair.

You stayed like that for a long moment, breathing into each other’s mouths. Finally he rolled off of you, shining with a light cover of sweat. You lay side by side, recovering.

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

“Is that what you wanted?”

“Fuck yes.”

You felt his fingers brush along your forearm. He was gazing at you from his pillow.

“You can come closer. If you want.”

You gladly complied, feeling his arm encircle you as you found a place against his chest. Your eyes traced his unfamiliar body. A tuft of blonde chest hair, a scar below his ribcage, a small birthmark near the belly button. But you didn’t touch him further. This was still new, the boundaries not yet established. Perhaps Lukas didn’t want to be touched in a tender, loving way. Perhaps you didn’t either.

“I wish we had more time,” he murmured. “There’s a lot more I want to do with you.”

“I was very pent-up,” you said, half-apologizing.

“No, it’s fine. It’s good when it’s fast sometimes. Plus I’m not great at seductive gestures.”

“This is only the second time we've met and you made me come. That just doesn’t happen.”

He gave a slight laugh, a low sound deep in his chest. He stroked your shoulder with his thumb briefly.

“I mean I’m not a normal person. Some things people want from me, I just can’t give them.”

“You’re talking to someone who’s been dating Roman Roy for a year and a half. I go without a lot of things.”

You gazed down his body, his skin soft and tan in the natural light.

“Plus, there’s probably a lot I can’t give you,” you murmured. “Remember, I’m not normal either.”

“I don’t care. I don’t want normal. I get bored easily.”

From the open window, you could hear the sound of the lake lapping against the shore. Then, growing in the distance, the high whine of a motor.

“Well,” said Lukas with a note of finality.

“What do we do?”

He turned on his side, looking straight at you again with that penetrating gaze.

“I think we need to see each other again,” he said.

“Okay.”

Without another word, he sat up, sliding into his pants. You savored the sight of his torso as he pulled on his shirt. You dressed quickly then met him in the doorway, where you paused. He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, then leaned down and kissed you once, warm and deep. He held your eyes for a long moment. He looked like he was about to say something, but instead he smiled slightly to himself and started down the stairs. You followed, eyes lingering on the back of his neck, his shoulders.

Roman met you on the green lawn. His hair and clothes were windblown and disheveled but he was grinning.

“Hey kids. Have fun without me?”

“Just showing her around the property.”

“I bet you did. Hey, I know it was shitty for me to run out like that, so if you want to talk about the deal another time, we’ll get out of your hair.”

“We don’t need to talk about it. I want to do it.”

Roman raised his eyebrows. “Well, shit. Are you sure, man?”

“Yeah. It’s fine. I’m sure.”

Roman grabbed his hand and shook it with a grin. “I guess we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.”

“I guess we will.”

Lukas’s eyes flashed in your direction. You smiled slightly and looked away.

On the boat ride back, Roman was strangely silent. He had a secretive grin on his face and his eyes were obscured behind his dark glasses. Then he unexpectedly turned to you, grabbed your face between his hands, and kissed you on the mouth.

“It worked. It fucking worked.”

He held your hand the rest of the way back to his mother’s villa. It was the first time in a year and a half of dating that he had done so.

#i did a thing #lukas matsson x reader #lukas matsson/reader #succession #lukas matsson #roman roy #roman roy x reader #roman roy/reader #alexander skarsgard

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seven-004 · 1 month ago

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Get Off my Car!

Red Hood x Reader (f!)

Scary vigilante or not after a 12 hour shift anyone would be annoyed with someone refusing to stop using your car as a seat

Warnings: Mild banter and a few innuendos, blood and mild panic

🚫 DO NOT USE FOR ACCURATE MEDICAL DIAGNOSIS OR PROCEDURES OF ANY KIND IM NOT A TRAINED MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL WHATSOEVER 🚫

Taking on a considerable amount of under paid overtime was less than ideal. More so as a fresh med grad at a Bowery hospital. But you needed the hours and more than anything the experience

Slightly regretting it when needing to cross the dark parking lot after a graveyard shift. In a City brimming with vigilantism and villains. They just had to give the worst shift to the newbie huh

It was a dreadingly long walk to your car that felt like a lot longer than it probably was

But here you were nonetheless. A very large obstacle in your way. Something that not only had your mouth gaping open but also incredibly irritated. Red Hood was using the back half of your cars roof as a seat. Said half visibly closer to the ground than the other. While audibly playing some kind of shooter game on his phone

"Uhm- Red Hood can you-" the current irritation was lower than the fear while you clutched your satchel gathering your courage "please can you get off my car sir?"

He was secretly offended you thought he was old enough to be called sir and it may have influenced in his response

He gave you the finger and promptly resumed his game. Not that he'd even paused it to begin with. You were too tired to deal with this after such a long shift. Your keys were already clutched between your knuckles throughout the walk to your car and accessible. You simply got into your car and in a burst of courage? tiredness? irritation? it could of been anything honestly

Regardless of the reason, you simply put the car in reverse and satisfyingly watched him roll right off. No middle finger now huh

Rolling your window down, he lay on the floor twitching. The adrenaline was certainly there now realizing what you'd done and quite honestly expecting to see a gun pointing at your face through the window

However, Red Hood was now laughing loudly from his position on the floor

"You're crazy! Sure caught me off guard"

He continued to squawk on the floor. Leather jacket visibly crinkling with his movement. Not exactly what you were expecting but you'd take it over a gun to the face any day. Peeking curiously out your window with baited breath just waiting for something else to happen. For anything else to happen

Finally sitting up. His day had been less than ideal and rolling off of a car certainly wasn't something he planned on doing today but it somehow didn't make the day any worse. Especially not when you, a cute person in scrubs watched him intently form the driver seat

"Hey-" you visibly flinched "I'll take ya home" still frozen in your seat as he got off the floor and walked over to your passenger side door

Only turning to look at Red Hood when he knocked on the window. Narrowing your eyes at him. He chuckled. "I won't do anything weird, swear" putting a hand up as if saying an oath. Barely convinced and still suspicious, you very slowly moved to unlock the car

"Try anything funny and I'll run you over as soon as you get outta my car"

He laughed again slipping into your passenger seat "Got it. I'll just see you home"

Your already tense shoulders were now on the verge of cramping. "Put your seatbelt on" Red Hood only stared. Realizing it was a stupid request but persisting anyway now that the words had left your mouth "wouldn't want another incident involving my car now would we"

His presence was both releaving and unnerving. Pro, scariest vigilante was here to protect you should anything happen. Con, a huge buff man was now sitting in your passenger seat in the dead of night with no witnesses should anything happen

He was incredibly amused but still complied. You were extremely gutsy and he applauded that. Meanwhile you had no idea where said courage was stemming from

You began the drive home, Red Hood going back to his game. It wasn't a long drive or an eventful one either. Soon pulling into the apartments parking lot "Alright this is it" he didn't make any effort to move. Your shoulder brushing his broad ones when you gathered your satchel and keys

You'd realized how much his shoulders spilled over the seats width when he first took a seat. But it made you feel small nonetheless

You got out of the car and took a few steps towards the stairs leading up. Red Hood was already half a step behind you without really noticing him get out of the car, proceeding to lock it "That won't really do much"

"Yeah I know... it's more for comfort I suppose?" Shrugging absentmindedly, if you were to get robbed not much could stop it unless there was someone there in the moment brave enough to do something about it

He got in the elevator with you, more than you already expected for little ol' you. Accompanying you all the way to the door "Thank you for escorting me?... accompanying me all the way here. Sorry about the car. Genuinely. Omg I didn't apologize sooner I'm so so so sorry. Are you alright? I'm a terrible person- I'm a terrible doctor." His chuckle brought you back up to earth from that downward spiral

"I'm alright-"

"Are you sure! Should I examine you?"

"Oh? "

"What- no wait not like that" if Red Hood had been amused before by how you rolled him off your car he was more amused now seeing you flustered

"I'll see you around" he waved and simply walked off leaving you dumbstruck and flushed red at your apartment door

"I'll see you around? What a dork"

"Shut up dickhead or I'll punch your teeth in" is heard down the hall and you wonder if he was talking to another tenant

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It'd been a few nights now and there hadn't been any vigilantes in sight. Until tonight at least. Similarly as the first time you approached your car after another long shift and there he was on your car roof again

Irritation bubbled up like pasta water reaching a boil about to spill over

"Do I have to roll you off again!" A scowl evident under the street light in the open lot

"Oh no not today haha" he slipped off the roof with a practiced elegance a white paper cup in hand, another next to where he was just sitting

A lid immediately placed on those boiling noodles effectively suffocating all irritation originally there "Coffee?" Not exactly what you were expecting making it quite the pleasant surprise

"Oh sorry, I'll be going to bed soon but thank you though" you felt bad, sheepishly turning him down with pink cheeks

"Oh right, it's decaf!" Red Hood quickly reached for the cup on top your car to present it to you, the sticker on it in fact saying decaf

"Aw thank you, that's really sweet"

There was a slight awkward pause. You took a sip of it, the coffee itself was really good although plain. But still hot making you wonder how he'd done it when it seemed like he'd been sitting there for a bit waiting for you

"Ah can I?"

You pointed at the driver side door. Which he was standing in front of

"Oh right, sure" "Smooth "

"Shut up!"

"Excuse me?"

"Not you! Ugh" he seemed to press a hand to his forehead? Brow? It was hard to tell with the helmet "the coms, ah communications" he pointed to the side of the helmet presumably where his ears were

"Oh I understand, cool... you're not crazy then" you tried to dissuade the awkwardness

Red Hoods shoulders eased down and he chuckled "Something like that" he left it open to interpretation and it made you smirk. You liked his humor

"Right..." You teased moving to try and unlock your door. He didn't move much, shadow cast by the street light engulfing your figure. "You going home with me today too?" He snorted, realizing what you said "No! Stoppp it not what I meant" you attempted to shove him out of the way but struggled which only made him laugh "Meanie"

However once unlocked he opened the door and stepped aside for you, it'd been a long time since someone had opened a door for you "Than- thank you" he nodded

Once both of you were seated "Why so nice all of a sudden?" he hummed mulling over the question while you started the car

"I guess I was in a bad mood?"

You snorted "Aren't you usually" you snarked back without much though "Sorry!" You squeaked "Don't shoot me please, you're just easy to talk to I didn't mean to"

He laughed fully and it made your face heat up in embarrassment "I don't mind, you've got guts I like that" he stretched in the cramped seat bumping your shoulder. Sending a wave of heat upon contact, said heat collecting in your face

Hiding your face behind the cup of coffee "Ah, I wasn't sure how you liked it..."

"Oh it's fine, it's really good coffee"

"Yeah, I know a place"

"Open at this hour?"

"I called in a favor"

"For me?" You spared a quick glance his way, but Red Hood was avoiding your gaze looking out the window. A hand rubbing the back of his neck. It made you feel special

The little of what was left of the ride was silent, until he was seeing you off at your door once more "Would you like to sit and finish the rest of your coffee?" You opened the door inviting him in

Red Hood pondered it but realized that required taking off his helmet to do. Knocking on such "Oh right! Sorry" you bumped your forehead gently with a fist "Thank you for the coffee again" remembering something and gesturing Red Hood to wait while you run into the apartment for a short time

Re-emerging with a small tupperware container with a red lid "A snack for your coffee, I can reheat it for you if it's gone cold if you like" some of that heat radiating off of him crawling up his neck

He takes a seat on the ledge of a nearby roof, removing the red lid to reveal what look like homemade tumb print cookies wrapped in a cloth napkin "Ouuu can I have one?"

"It's alright thanks though" you hand him the container and wave him goodbye

"Fuck off Dick" he hides them in his leather jacket from the other vigilantes view

"Pleaseeee, c'mon Jay I let you borrow my electric coasterrr"

The older of the two whining "Fine just one tho" he keeps them hidden however until his helmet is off and he's had one. Only then does he offer one to the blue and black sporting acrobat

"Oh these are good! Bring me some too next time"

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"Hood!" You smile seeing his bulky figure sat on top of your car. You could get used to his presence even if just for the short ride home, maybe look forward to it sometimes after a couple nights without seeing him

You approached you car with a slight pep in your step. None of that initial irritation present

"Hey!" Red Hood perked up from his seat where he was previously looking at his phone. "Think you can share that cookie recipe?" He says hopping off

"Of course, I can show you how to make them if you'd like"

"I would actually" you can hear the smile in his voice even through the modulator and it ignites a familiar heat in your face "are you free tomorrow?"

"Yeah, what time works" now you had more to look forward to as you approached the car more

"I can come around noon or sometime later if you'd like"

"No that works just fine" it'd been a particularly long shift and the slight chill to the night air made the exhaustion evident with the large yawn

"Here, I'll drive"

"It's fine I don't mind"

He didn't budge, only holding his hand out waiting of your keys. "What, don't think I can drive" he teased and you begrudgingly handed your keys over. Both of you made your way over to the passenger side and he opened the door for you again. Tossing his leather jacket on you once you were seated

You were about to protest but he gently closed the door and made his way over to the drivers seat. Laughing at him when his knees pressed against the dashboard

Not missing the way his suit fit tightly or how his forearm looked while he held the wheel. The drive was incredibly smooth making it easy to doze off quickly. More so when wrapped in the jacket. It was comfortingly warm and smelled lightly of cologne

Red Hood quite liked how you looked snuggled into his jacket. Made him want to snap a picture but thought against the idea not wanting to seem weird

Soon he pulled into the parking lot but you were still sound asleep. Not wanting to wake you up he gathered your things and with the utmost care picked you up bridal style. Making sure to keep you wrapped up in the brown leather

He felt bad going into your home, more so looking around for your bedroom but he didn't want to just leave you on the couch

He set you gently on the first bed he found. After only peeking into the bathroom. Red Hood decided to leave his jacket too telling himself he'd just pick it up when he came to bake. In reality he just didn't want to risk waking you up. Leaving a little note on the dresser before locking up on his way out

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Stirring awake face still shoved under the covers. You didn't remember going to bed

But here you were under the covers, shoes removed in the guest room. But still in your scrubs. And also a brown leather jacket. The one Red Hood gave you before driving you home

Turning to face the edge of the bed and sitting upright, noticing the slip of paper on the dresser

You fell asleep in the car, sorry to barge into your house like this but I didn't wanna wake you. I left your bag in the living room before I locked up on my way out

With a poorly drawn version of his helmet in red pen. You left the guest room with a smile on your face and tidied up slightly before going into your room to shower. You'd slept in slightly and only had a chance to do that before you heard a knock at the door. Rushing, you opened the door in an oversized shirt and still wet hair "Oh I can come back later if you want"

He was in a t-shirt and jeans, still wearing his helmet, tupperware in hand "oh it's alright, if you don't mind waiting a little bit" he nodded and you showed him to the living room. Taking a look around and getting a better look at things now that he wasn't reaching in the dark like last night "make yourself comfortable I'll be right back, you can leave that wherever"

You disappeared into the back room and put on a pair of leggings and patted out your hair down with a towel some more before brushing it through another time "I slept in a bit and didn't have time to get things ready sorry" he's sitting awkwardly on your couch hands on his knees

"It's alright" you go back into the kitchen and he follows you awkwardly. Digging around a cloth cabinet where you keep the clean dish rags and cloth napkins

"Aha!" You hold two aprons proudly "take your pick" the more used looking one is black with white lettering saying I don't know what I'm doing which was tempting but the more colorful one had Kiss the cook

"If I pick that one will you do it?" He asks pointing at the pastel tie dye apron in your left hand

"Depends if your cooking is any good" you challenged with a smirk tossing it to him

He caught it effortlessly "I'll hold you to that" you laughed nodding, tying your own appron and going to fetch the ingredients and preheating the oven

A little bit of chaos and shenanigans ensued. But all small messes and a lot of fun. He was surprisingly good in the kitchen, grasping what you showed him fairly quickly

"Now we can make the jam while the dough chills"

"That was homemade too?" You nod chuckling slightly at the awe in his robotic voice "It's really not that hard"

"It isn't ?" He was being suggestive again and you rolled your eyes at him

"Oh shut it or I won't give you any to take home"

"You wouldn't dare!" He holds a hand to his chest dramatically

"Fuck around and find out" he gasps crumbling to the floor in fake sobs and you laugh getting some strawberries and raspberries from the fridge "now go wash your hands again so you can help me cut these strawberries"

He mock salutes from the floor and kicks up into a standing position going to do exactly what you asked, washing the few dirty dishes leftover from when you were making the dough not long ago

"Oh you don't need to" you try to tell him when you notice but he finishes washing them anyway before rejoining you at the kitchen island to finish cutting the strawberries into 4's. Once that's finished you have him squeeze some lemon juice while you get the berries in a sauce pan with sugar and the lemon juice once he hands it over "now just bring to a light boil and stir constantly"

"And we can blend them or mash" he scavenges a drawer you point at and hands you the masher "now we just let it cool"

You turn off the stove and remove the pan before grabing the dough from the fridge "we can roll and cut the cookies out while it cools" you grab a pair of cookie cutters and rolling pins sprinkling a bit of powdered sugar to the kitchen island before grabbing the two dough balls from the bowl

Showing Red Hood to what thickness to roll it out to, him mirroring as you do it. Same when you cut out the circles and reroll the dough to make more

"Now just press your thumb into it a little bit" you snorted as he pushed holes through the first two before getting the pressure right. Now fetching the sauce pan with the jam and two spoons

"Just scoop a little bit into the indent"

He didn't fill the donuts he made and the first he overfilled but the rest came out nicely, it wasn't long before the two batches were in the oven "So about that kiss?"

You'd forgotten all about it "Hmm I'll give the kiss of approval once I try one"

He grumbles but agrees

"Oh I didn't get a chance to wash your jacket sorry" he hums curiously and you go back to your room to fetch his neatly folded leather jacket

"Oh don't worry about it"

The smell of the cookies began filling your apartment and the timer you set once they were in the oven went off

"Alright moment of truth" you grin, grabbing a hand towel and opening the oven to remove the trays setting them on the stove top to cool "aww they look good!" You smile at his single print and your heart print cookies

You grab one of his and blow on it a couple of times to cool it off faster before popping it into your mouth. "Mmm~" you sigh content "that's good" you nod approvingly

"So... does it get the kiss of approval?" Once you finish you lean up to place a peck to the cheek of Hoods helmet

It almost made him want to take it off

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It'd been a couple of days since you'd baked together and he'd stopped by to drive you home most nights since. Hood hadn't stopped by tonight however

It made the drive home rather lonely

More so when GCPD had closed off a street and you'd had to reroute the way home. It made it seem longer than it probably was. But you made it home nonetheless

Readying for bed but not able shake off a slight unnerving feeling. The ruckus from the reroute had since settled but you couldn't. Already in your pjs but unable to go to bed instead pacing your living room in the dark and basking in the yellow fridge light every so often. Nearly jumping out of your skin when you heard a tap on your living room widow

Should I look, what if it's nothing or just a stray cat or something. It could be a psycho clown. Or or or maybe it's Hood?

There's another tap only this time it sounds more like an actual knock. Your brain is saying no but your gut is telling you to go look. You end up listening to your gut and rip open the curtain

It is Hood. He's hunched over and his helmet is cracked open on top. A jolt of electricity shooting out of your chest and into the rest of your body

"Hood!" You rush to open the window and climb out onto the fire escape. The bars of the platform are cold and dig into your bare feet. You struggle to lift such a tall dense man and help him inside

He collapses on your floor and you mildly panic "okay okay" you rush to turn the lights on and grab the closest medical equipment

His helmet is cracked open and there's a puncture wound on his abdomen it's not big but it is deep. You snap a pair of gloves on and begin to cut his suit. Cleaning it out and taping a gauze over it. There doesn't seem to be damage to any organs or internal bleeding for the time being, at least not that you could visibly spot without any scans. Now his head "I- I have to remove your helmet alright" he nods off "don't move your head alright" you quickly and carefully take it off, there's a red domino mask over his eyes

God he's gorgeous- not the time! Not the time!

He's bleeding a lot, it looks like repeated trauma to the head. It's no wonder his helmet broke. But the bleeding is a good sign it means it's not gathering in his head building pressure. You go to get a towel to soak up some of the blood

His knee is dislocated! How did he even get here

You get a small hand towel and fold it "Bite this, I'm going to push your knee into place. It's going to hurt alright" he clenches his hands above his head and you adjusted everything "alright one, two, three-" applying enough pressure to pop it into place a muffled cry following soon after

The bleeding on his head seemed to subside and you began to evaluate for a concussion. Then cleaning and bandaging his head

He had lost a lot of blood from his head wound and was starting to loose consciousness but you tried to keep him up until you made sure the head trauma wasn't fatal "I need to remove the mask to see your eyes alright"

Hood could no longer consent to procedures as he slipped further and further into unconsciousness. Guilt heavy on your heart, you peeled off the last physical thing protecting his identity

Prying open his cerulean eyes to examine. They were the most beautiful shade of blue, but clouded by a dizzy haze muddling his head "I'm going to get you through this alright" it was hard to tell if you were comforting him or trying to reassure yourself. Regardless the trauma to his head didn't seem fatal upon an initial, thorough examination

Now that Hood was stable for the time being you began clean up. Mostly the pool of blood seeping out of the towel that was supposed to be collecting it

The adrenaline only barely beginning to ware off now. The cleaning wasn't as thorough as your treatment was but it was efficient. Trembling hands wiping the last remains of the crimson stain that would certainly persist long after this

Now how could you make Hood more comfortable? Attempting to lift him onto the couch or spare bed in the guest room was out of the question. You could hardly lift him WITH his help. Not to mention the risk in moving him would pose to his injuries when done incorrectly, which would be the likely outcome

Deciding it was easier to bring the bed to him you went into the guest room and began to strip the mattress. Tossing the comforter and pillows carelessly to the floor and proceeding to yank the mattress off the base. It was almost as heavy as Hood but far less delicate. Manhandling it onto its side and easily sliding it out of the room across the wooden floor

Was it collecting all sorts of dust and nasties? Most certainly. But you didn't care, you could buy a new mattress cover later. Letting it fall flat behind the couch. Now the next issue. Getting Hood on the mattress

Simply getting the damn thing into the living room was a workout in and of its own right. Doing it like at the hospital would be the easiest, now scavenging your apartment for a sturdy blanket or towel that could fit Hood

Settling for the comforter on the guest room floor. And rolling it the long way under Hood and steadily lifting him one part at a time. This was infinitely easier with another person helping on the other end but this would have to do

Firmly grabbing the quilted fabric by his head and lifting his upper torso half onto the mattress making sure his head rested securely on it. Then going around and doing the same with his feet. And again pulling his upper torso to the middle of the mattress and running back to do the same with his feet and lastly planting yourself firmly on the floor and pulling on the middle of the comforter to straighten him out

You were now running on fumes. And still went and gathered a couple of blankets and the pillows from the guest room floor as well. The blood loss made Hood loose a large part of his natural body heat and you had to make up for it with a thick fluffy blanket that you, with great effort spread on top of him

The adrenaline had now fully worn off and that last twelve hour shift began to take its toll along with all the stressors and grueling labor of this rescue

You wanted to do more for him, you had to. But your body gave out, making you slowly sink to the floor next to the mattress. Curling into the little bit of the blankets that spilled over the edge

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The following afternoon he began to stir awake. Groaning at the soreness, everything was hazy until he noticed you. Still laying on the floor near his bed, head resting on a folded arm doubling as a makeshift pillow, other arm tucked away under the thick layer of blankets. One you reached out sometime in your sleep

You had had a rough night he could tell that much. He couldn't remember much from the previous night and a brain splitting headache shoved it's way to the forefront making him try to hold his head

The movement woke you up, immediately reaching for a trashcan you'd dragged closer before collapsing onto the floor and placing it by the edge of the bed

Not a moment later does he begin to hurl. You try helping him sit a bit more comfortable and rub circles into his back until he's finished "Nausea?" he tries to nod but winces, holding the uninjured side of his head

"Yeah" you put the bin down and help him lay back down

"Remember anything from last night?"

He scrunches his face "I remember- patrolling, and then a fight I think"

"It's alright, you sustained a mild traumatic brain injury so your memory can be a bit spotty." You get up and move to the other side of the room to get new bandage for his head, stretching out a few kinks and aches along the way "I'll change your head wrap okay?"

"Yesss Dok" he slurred slightly. Frowning when you returned to his side noticing the dry blood on your shirt, and then pants "were you... bleeding?" He looks between the large stain and your face worry heavy on his features

You smile gently at him, taking a seat on the floor where you were previously sleeping and leaning in to check the bandages on his head "no, you were bleeding"

"Oh, m'kay" you begin to remove the bandage that's covered in dry blood. Gently cleaning the wound again and beginning to wrap it in a clean gauze and bandage. Those same cerulean eyes never looking away, only now it was a conscious effort. He wasn't used to such delicate touches

Once nice and snug "I can get you some pain meds if you like?"

"Tryna get me high?"

"Tryna stay miserable with that headache and the lot?" Hood scoffed pouting slightly at your raised brow "Yeah that's what I thought" you disappeared into the bathroom to see what you could give him, returning to the living room with a little orange bottle "I've got hydrocodone well it's Vicodin... I just can't give you anything for the nausea if I give you any prescription painkillers"

"Thas fine"

Getting a glass of water for him and handing him two pills. The absolute menace to society dry swallowed the pills "You psycho" he cackled before you made him drink the water anyway

Complaining about it after every sip "I'll make you drink another one later" he groaned loudly

"I'm sure you could short stack"

"Well this short stack popped your knee into place and I'll pop it right out, don't forget I know where all your wounds are" a shutter ran down his spine, sending small ripples across his skin. He guessed you were kidding but your side eye made him not want to find out. There was also an attractiveness to the way you threatened him. Though he wouldn't be admitting that out loud, brain injury or not

Going to put the glass and medication on the coffee table "Don't move your knee at all I'ma go find a knee brace" Disappearing into a hallway and returning with a black bulky contraption in hand

"No"

"You're worse than the kids at work you big baby" he flushed pink and groaned again as you slid the thing on his leg, painfully aware of your proximity. Your hands tracing the defined muscle under the tactical pants and realizing just how toned he was. The comforter pooling by his hips as he sat up more, revealing his bulky arms and chiseled abs. Something you somehow didn't notice in the busy haze that had been patching him up

"There, it's not so bad" he huffed pouting, it truly was adorable but you couldn't fold on a patient

"Hungry?"

He tries to nod again but the swirling pain reminds him of the injury very much so still present on his head

"I in fact do not have hospital food for that wound but I can make you a smoothie if you don't mind the noise of the blender?"

"I'll manage" Hood wasn't sluring at all now which was a great sign. Becoming somewhat more at ease with Hoods condition you focused on pulling some fresh fruit from a basket and a few more ingredients from the fridge. All while Hoods piercing blue gaze followed you around the kitchen. Intently tracing your every move, in the all too calculating manor he knew

You were trust worthy, you hadn't given him away yet. You hadn't searched him for anything other than injuries from what he could tell "Hood?" You still called him by his alias so you didn't know his name

"Yeah?"

"Green apple and pear okay?" He hummed in agreement and you began to slice the fruit and toss it into the blender with a splash of milk and sugar "Alright I'm going to turn the blender on now okay" and true to your word the infernal whirring and crackling of the mashine filled the room

Hood gripped his hands over his ears. Acutely aware of the growing pain in his head. Only realizing it was over when you placed a gentle hand over his, a glass with a spoon in the other. Instantly relaxing under the soft touch "It turned out a little more like apple sauce than it did a smoothie, I hope you don't mind too much"

He smiled, chuckling slightly. Only to grimace at the increased pain in his abdomen "Easy there" he swayed a little and you helped hold him up steadying the room for him. "Let me get you a few extra pillows" you stacked the few that you'd already brought out and left for a few more to help Hood into a supported sitting position "better?"

Having learned his lesson for the time being he "mhmm"ed instead of nodding. Taking a seat on the floor once more and setting the apple sauce in his hands "What? You're not going to spoon feed the sick patient?" He teased, face looking too innocent for his tone

"Next you'll be asking me to kiss it better" you grumble amused

"Would you?" He batted his eyelashes and you laughed openly, the gesture catching you off guard. Beautiful. Your laugh left him awestruck. Dick was right

"I'll think about it" you smiled, feeling so much more at ease than only a couple hours prior. Hood was being his own suggestive flirty self and for some reason that brought you a lot of comfort "Hood?"

He looked up, spoonful of the light green smoothie sauce still in his mouth. It made you chuckle before a slight air of seriousness returned

"Why'd you come here?"

He drops the spoon into the large cup gently and he seems to ponder the question "I'm not exactly sure, I can't remember what happened well or what I was thinking at the time. But I suppose I just felt like I'd be safe with you" tears begin to well and sting your eyes

The entirety of having not just a life but his life in your hands and only your hands hit you like a sack of bricks. "Hey hey I'm sorry" his voice had become so soft and gentle unlike anything you'd heard in a long time. He sets down the cup and effortlessly scoops you up into his lap

You shake your head no and immediately crawl off as gingerly as you can "Your- no your knee and- and the wound I need to bandage it" but he pulls you back into his side a firm secure arm wrapped around you

"It's okay" he soothes squeezing your shoulders, radiating warmth again. That same faint smell of cologne you'd picked up from his jacket comforting "Thank you"

"You big dummy" you sniffle into his side finally wrapping your arms around him, careful to avoid the taped on gauze. The physical touch grounding you again. Specifically his warmth that had been lacking for most of the night. No longer cold and bleeding out. A warm bare chest against your cheek that echoed in your ear with the constant drumming of his heart. You kept him alive "You're so lucky I have equipment at home"

He chuckles and the deep rumble of it reverberates in his chest. His face, his voice, his laugh all weren't nearly as intimidating anymore without the distorted muffling of the helmet. You pull away wiping a stray tear "Alright I really do need to bandage you up now, no stalling" he gasps feigning offense

"How could you suggest such a thing, I would never" but that handsome, devilish smirk betrays him

"Yeah yeah yeah" you begin to fully pull away, but the arm that was around your shoulders falls to your hips and pulls you back down when you're halfway off the mattress "Hooood" you groan trying fight back the smile that wants to make it's way onto your features

He lets his arm drop and you crawl off the mattress once more to where the first aid kit and more medical supplies still lay sprawled out on the floor. Opening the kit and retrieving a rolled up bandage as well as a new gauze from the messy floor

You crawled back over to his side "Be gentle with me, I'm delicate" Hood batted his eyelashes at you once more and you snorted

"Clearly" you mused snapping on a new pair of gloves

He gasped once more, but didn't get a chance to put on more theatrics. Cringing at the feeling of the gauze with both dry and new blood being peeled off. You examined the wound once more, there was still no sign of internal bleeding or damage to any organs like in your first assessment. As well as no sign of infection

The object was somewhat blunt and most likely not meant to be used to stab someone with, it was an absolute wonder it didn't get infected because of the object or on the way here. Regardless you clean it again with a saline solution and open a new gauze to place over it. Securely and skillfully holding it in place with the bandage you wrap around Hood

Not noticing the way his set cerulean eyes trailed along. Seeing how serious and focused you became and how your hands pulled around his torso to wrap the tan fabric snuggly into place

Only when you pulled back to see his face did your eyes meet. The way he was already staring at you flustering

He couldn't help but lean in, drawn to you like a moth to an open flame. Clumsily and a little roughly pressing his lips to your forehead "H- Hood?" Your voice soft and cheeks pink at the unexpected gesture of affection. You couldn't deny he was attractive or that you liked how his lips felt "I thought- wasn't I supposed to be the one that- that's kissing it better?" You mumbled timidly

He chuckled, that same deep rumble from before. "So doctor, what do you prescribe"

"Stop teasing me" you pout and punch his chest playfully and he falls back on his elbows in response. "I'm prescribing lots of bed rest and less whining hmph" he gasps in offense again "I, however need a shower and change of clothes"

Hood remembers the blood crusting up the pijamas you're still wearing "Yeah of course" you smile gently at him

"I- do you want to change too? I'm not sure I have something that fits but I can take a look around?"

"Don't worry about that I'm fine" he smiles in return

"Okay, I won't be gone long. Don't move- well just don't hurt yourself more" you give his large hand a squeeze before scurrying off into your room

You desperately needed a long hot shower after everything that happened. The adrenaline long gone and sore tension taking it's place in your muscles. Especially after sleeping on the floor in that awkward position

Once under the water you can feel some of the aches drip away with the dry blood and some grime. A couple more pains being scrubbed away with the body wash

Your hair tangled, as you work shampoo into it trying to ease the knots out with your fingers. Letting the hot water run over your face for a couple seconds after you've rinsed the shampoo out

You're not entirely sure how long you've been in there but decide it's been long enough. Having the urge to check if Hood hasn't dislocated his knee again or the like "Oh, did you call off of work or something? I hadn't realized how late it was"

You see Hood still in bed "I missed my shift and I'm getting fired" you shrug and the look on Hoods face makes him look like a kicked puppy "I'm kidding, just your luck you caught me on my day off" but the look doesn't leave his face

"You spent your day off taking care of me?"

"Yeah?" You return to his bedside and place a gentle kiss on his head "What of it?"

He shrinks in on himself and gnaws at his bottom lip. Guilt evident "Hey-" there's a stubbornness in the way he refuses to look up at you until you guide his chin up "seriously Hood, I'd do it all over again if it meant you'd sit on my cars roof again another night"

The quiver to his lip has your heart seized in its embrace. A grasp you can't pull away from, and his eyes. His eyes so desperate and vulnerable, a vast sea you're drowning in until a glimmer of emerald makes you question if his eyes are truly blue

You don't have time to question it further before he's squeezing them shut and you've snapped out of the trance. Instinctively rubbing your own eyes

"I should do a short cranial nerve exam!" you blurt out suddenly. Realizing you should have done one earlier, he chuckles a bit appreciating the dissipating of the tension that had built up a little too quickly . There was an unexpected swirl of the pit within him that he'd felt with the sudden vulnerability. It'd settled quickly and that he was grateful for, especially with the subject change "I'll get a couple things"

He hums and you retreat down the hall and come back with a small basket of items

"First I'm going to test your sense of smell okay" you take a seat on the edge of the mattress and set the basket on the floor. He's about to glance into the basket when you catch his chin in your hand and stop him from turning his head

"Oh-" he looks flustered

You hadn't meant for the gesture to be as smooth as it had been "Sorry!" Hood doesn't respond but you feel the heat radiating from his face "no peeking, can't have you cheating"

You place a cheap sleeping mask over his eyes that you'd gotten in a bathset as a gift and he pouts "Smell this-" you grab a small brown vial and twist the cap off before bringing it up to Hood's nose hiding the label with the way you're holding it just in case he can peek under the bottom of the mask

"Mint?"

You nod before realizing he probably can't see "Yes good job." You cap the essential oil you'd nabbed from the bathroom

The blush doesn't leave his face at the praise and he only hopes the mask obscures it a bit

You grab the next vial and do the same as the first "Okay, tell me what this one is" he takes a sniff and scrunches his nose in a way that makes you think he'll sneeze but doesn't

"A citrus... orange?"

"Yes" you double check the label to make sure he's right "Alright last one" you retrieve the last little vial of the essential oils "What does this one smell like"

"....laaavender"

"Very good" his heart flutters, never would he have guessed he had something for praise "I'm going to take off the mask now so it'll probably be a little bright" you gently begin to pull away the fabric from his eyes. They remain closed for a bit before he begins to blink to get adjusted to the light again

"Next I'm going to do your eyes" you adjust yourself to be sitting in front of him "I'm going to feel around your eyes first okay?"

"Yeah"

"I'm going to get a bit close-" he's a bit dumbstruck until you gently press your thumbs to his cheekbones "does this pressure hurt at all?"

"No"

"Okay, is it uncomfortable at all?"

"No"

You move your fingers to press gently a few more times repeating the questions. Once satisfied you scooch back "Now I'm going to hold two fingers up. Look at my nose and without moving your head or looking away tell me which finger is moving"

There's a slight confusion at first with your left being his right that you both laugh at before you determine his peripherals are better than you'd expect from someone with a mild traumatic brain injury

"Now tell me when my fingers leave your field of vision okay"

You hold both index fingers together up by his nose before beginning to slowly pull them apart horizontally "Now" you nod and bring your fingers back to their initial staring point to repeat the same motion "Now"

"Okay good"

You repeat the motions going vertically as well as diagonally. His field of vision is reduced very mildly but it's not too serious all things considered

"Cover one eye" you repeat the same exercise with the one finger and then ask him to follow your finger as you trace a square in the air "Perfect, now the other" he covers his other eye "same thing, tell me when my finger leaves your field of vision"

One eye has a very slightly decreased field of view but it still traced movement perfectly

"I'm going to use this pen light to see your eyes okay. Make sure the pupils are dialing and responding to light as they should be. Let me know if you're experiencing any light sensitivity though and we can either take a break or move on"

He gives the okay and you flash the light enough for the pupil to constrict before pulling it away and watching the pupil dilate again. There's an odd comfortable intimacy with the proximity. One that lingers as you continue the tests. All requiring the same proximity that has him smelling the mint of your breath, he can only guess you brushed your teeth when you left to shower

Even as you make sure his facial muscles are functional he can only think of your gentle touches, hands warm and a bit dry. Probably from all the times you have to sanitize and wash your hands at the hospital. Your nails short and filed smooth, for the latex gloves he deduces

He drinks up all of you, every last drop a detail he savours with great reverence

You take a firm hold of his jaw and it makes his mouth run dry. Palms sweaty yet a raging fire lighting up his cheekbones "Say ah" your voice is smooth and it washes over him like a cool breeze but it does nothing to soothe the heat he feels just beneath the skin "What does this taste like?" You bring a dropper up to his lips and place a couple drops of the flavor on his tongue. He swallows, hard

"Its- it's strawberry"

Voice strained and eyes half lidded, he's all but putty in your hand "Yes, very good" releasing his jaw it's like he's able to breathe again. A function he hadn't realized he'd lost during that short period

"Lastly hearing, ideally this would be done with a tuning fork but I don't actually have any so we're gonna use my super legit singing bowl" Hood snorts at the small metal but very professional piece of equipment "yeah yeah yeah you're laughing now but it works"

He only rolls his eyes looking amused but complies when he has to shut his eyes

"Well-" you tap your fingertips together, your lips in a thin line "to no ones surprise I'm sure, you have a concussion. It's about a grade 2 but I'm no neurologist"

"Thank you" you smile at him and reach out for his hand

It's large and calloused but warm "I'd say anytime but I'd prefer if you came crashing down on my fire escape not bleeding out and loosing consciousness"

Hood only chuckles and pulls you into bed with him "Noted"

The first day of any recovery process was usually the most difficult but in-between the good company and some playful banter it was more than bearable. You had offered your apartment for him to stay in while you went to work the next day as well but he insisted he needed to go and check in with the rest of the bats and birds which you understood

#dc universe #dcu #dc comics #dc #red hood x reader #red hood #x reader #reader insert #reader #vigilante #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #doctor reader #reader doctor

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gay-wh0re-slut · 1 year ago

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If your requests are still open I have one

Something spicy, with Rhea x fem! dancer!reader, where reader is a dancer and Rhea gets to see her practice in person? (Reader is in a dance group or something) Like she's seen videos but never got the experience in person and probably gets hot and bothered about readers dancing? Like the display of energy and movement gets to Rhea and she drags reader off somewhere after practice for smexy times :)

my requests are always open, so thank you!!!!

this is so crazy that you say that bc i was a dancer omg so i will DEFINITELY be getting into this hehehheee i’m geeking rn thinking of all the things i could do

CW: hot sex with buff goth wrestler and her hot dancer girlfriend !! (sub rhea, dom reader, car sex, fingering, face sitting, scissoring, slight praise/degradation from reader)

En Pointe

“i’ll be there soon, baby” Rhea texted you. She dropped you off before she went to have lunch with the boys and run some errands, but now she was on her way to watch your invited dress rehearsal for your performance this weekend.

You’ve been practicing for months on this dance with your team and it was almost finally time to show it off. When you heard that you could invite people to one of the dress rehearsals, of course you had to invite her. In the past, you would show her videos of the classes you took where they did short one minute dances that you learned in two hours, and she loved watching every second of it.

The minute she learned that you were having a performance of a new dance, she immediately went on to say, “I don’t want any videos or sneak peaks, I want to be surprised,” so you did just that…or you tried to. You were never good at keeping silly little secrets from her, like surprise parties or gifts that you got her for birthday or the holidays. But she insisted and you compromised by showing her a new trick you learned.

“I can’t wait to meet her,” says your friend.

“Y’all are so cute on instagram, I can’t wait to see it in person,” says another.

You were so excited to show her off that you couldn’t help but smile wide every time she was brought up.

“i’m here! where do i go?” she texted only fifteen minutes later.

“to the right through the double doors, there should be signs,” you reply.

Two minutes pass of you waiting, giddy, giggling and checking the hallways every two seconds until finally you saw the tall buff woman come down the hallway. You ran to her immediately and jumped on her as if you haven’t seen in her in forever when in reality, it was four hours.

“Hey, baby,” she caught you.

“Hiiiiiii!!!” you finally climbed down, “come meet my friends first!” as your drag her to the audience.

Hello’s and Nice-to-meet-you’s went on for ten minutes before they called for places, and off you went. You kissed her goodbye as she found her seat. Fourth row, middle section, middle seat, “It has the best view,” your friends told her with a wink.

The lights went dark signaling the beginning of the performance.

When you were in the audience, you were wearing sweatpants and a big tshirt to hide your costume so when the lights came up on you wearing a black leather low cut halter top (that you put too much trust in), a tiny red miniskirt, (the other girls had different colors), knee high white socks (with matching red bows on the calf), and black lace-up heeled boots, you could hear a loud gasp come from the audience and you immediately knew it was Rhea.

You smiled immediately, and then the song came on, Partition by Beyoncé. A faint “oh my god!” could be heard and you knew who’s accent that belonged to. Your friends giggled on stage as they began to move around you.

The dance lasted the full length of the song with you and your team dancing on chairs, dancing with each other, doing flips, tricks and turns. Some moves were definitely seductive, and you couldn’t help but think about how she was itching to get ahold of you in the audience, twitching in her chair, fidgeting like crazy. It made you dance better knowing she was watching.

After the standing ovation from the 20 invited guests, and the multiple Good job’s and That was amazing’s, you wrapped your arm around the muscular tattooed arm beside you as you walked out together.

“Baby,” Rhea finally spoke.

“Yeah?”

“That was so fucking hot,” she admitted.

“You think so?” you knew it was, but you loved to hear her say it.

“Are you kidding? I couldn’t stop squirming in my seat, I wanted to take you right there on the stage in front of everyone,” she unlocked the car and opened your door for you.

She leaned on the top of her truck with one foot on the step as you sat, watching your every move.

“So you thought it was good, huh?” you tease as you buckle your seatbelt.

She gently grabs the side of your neck, which turns into a forceful grip sending a shock straight to your core causing you to whimper.

“I’ve never seen anything more beautifully slutty in my life,” she whispers millimeters away from your face.

She lets you go with a push, not letting you have the satisfaction of a kiss. You huff as she closes the door and walks to driver’s side.

Before you knew it, she turned down a road you didn’t know.

“Where…are we going?” you were a bit scared.

“You’ll see,” she smirked.

Now you were all the way scared. Please don’t murder me, please don’t kidnap me, please. Your leg bounced with anxiety.

“I’m not going to murder you,” she answers your silent plea, “I scoped it out before rehearsal, just wait, I promise it’ll be okay,” she placed her hand on your thigh and it immediately stopped bouncing.

You were still weary of her, but she never broke her promises, ever.

She pulled off the path into a clearing between some trees, to an overlook of the city. Your eyes gleamed at the dancing lights below you as you leaned forward for a better look, “oh, wow.”

“I told you,” she unbuckled, “now c’mon.”

You followed her lead and got out of the truck to the front of it. She picked you up and placed you on the hood that was still hot from the drive, but you didn’t mind too much because it was a cool night. She jumped up next to you and wrapped her arm around you pulling you into her. The two of you sat there for what seemed like forever, taking in the different sounds of nature, but also distant cars rushing through the streets of your hometown.

“You ready for the best part?” she whispered as she kissed your head.

You nodded excitedly as she got down, “stay there a minute,” she ordered.

You hear the sound of the bed opening, then the car door opening and closing, then the bed cover being removed, “okay,” she huffed, “c’mere!”

So you hopped down and went to the back of the truck when you were met with a mattress inside the truck bed with fake tea candles somehow stuck to the sidewalls and rose petals strewn across the light pink blanket covering the mattress.

“Baby!…What is all this?” you smile hard.

“Well, I wasn’t getting lunch with the boys if that’s what you’re wondering,” she kicked a rock shyly with her hands behind her back.

“It’s perfect,” you began to get a little teary eyed at the gesture.

She sighed with relief then suddenly she picked you up once more and landed you on the mattress with a yelp. She followed and laid down on her side with her head propped on her fist, “now show me some of those moves you did on stage,” she patted on the bed.

You understood her orders and started crawling towards her and then on top of her, straddling her waist as she turned on her back under you. Immediately, your lips crashed into hers as she held your thighs pulling you closer. Small moans escaped the both of you as you held her face craving as much of her as possible.

You finally sat up to catch your breath, “so you liked my dance?”

“I didn’t think you could get any hotter and then you did, so no…I fucking loved it. The skimpy outfit, the heels, your ASS! I knew you were flexible but damn, who knew you could shake your ass in a split!”

You blushed at the thought her getting all hot and bothered. “Well I’m glad you liked it,” you laugh.

“No baby, I didn’t like it, I loved it. I loved you, I loved watching you. And I was serious when I said that I could’ve taken you right there on the stage in front of everyone,” her tone became serious with the last bit which is when you knew you were about to get fucked out of your mind.

She ripped your shirt off to find you still wearing the halter top, “holy fuck,” she stared at your chest for a full minute with her mouth wide open, “you’re kidding,” she finally spoke.

“Nope, keep going,” you smirked as you stood up for her to take your sweatpants off.

“There’s no way,” and she ripped your sweatpants down to find the tiny red skirt and the knee high socks, “oh my god.”

You kicked the sweatpants off and stood over her with your hands on your hips, one foot popped, sinking into your hip, showing off your outfit for her. You turn around to pick up your sweatpants where she could easily see that the shorts you were wearing under your skirt for the performance were replaced with a lacy matching red thong. You stand back up and place your sweat pants out of the way, smiling at her.

When you see her mouth open on the brink of drooling, you bend over to close it. She pulls you down and kisses you hard. “Please for the love of everything holy, sit on my face,” she pleads.

So you maneuver your way towards her head and try to ease your way down but in one swift motion she grabs your hips, moves the red lace to the side and forces you down anyway. Her tongue immediately makes contact with your hot center causing a moan to fall out of you. You brace yourself on the back window and holding onto the top rack, “fuck,” you whisper.

She hums into you as her response sending chills through your body. As she laps at your entrance, you can feel the tension in your stomach rising and quickly. You didn’t notice how bad you needed her until now, “oh fuck…yeah right there, baby,” you whimper as your clit becomes the center of her tongues attention.

You only just now noticed that you were riding her face, up and down, back and forth, shaking the truck slightly as you did. The tattooed hand found its way to your entrance, hinting at wanting to come inside. Two fingers slowly nudged their way inside of you and your head falls backward, with a loud groan to follow. She slowly pumps her fingers in and out of you, making you drip down her hand, to her wrist, and probably all the way down her arm.

You didn’t want to wait for her to quicken the pace so you did it yourself. Grinding on her fingers, losing your breath, hearing the noises of your wetness on her tongue drove you crazy for more. The two of were so in sync that it didn’t take long for the pressure inside to push past the breaking point.

Whimpers and moans escaped your throat with every bounce. She could feel your walls beginning clench around her fingers, noticing how wet she was getting too, she couldn’t help but try to relieve some of the pressure by squeezing her legs together.

As suddenly as it began, it ended. The pressure released from you sending your eyes to the back of your head, your legs quivered over her, and the loudest moan you’ve ever made flew out of you. The truck stilled as you came down from your high slumping over and rolling out of the position, to laying down next to her. “Holy fuck,” you say between breaths.

You turn your head towards her but you catch her sucking her fingers off, cleaning them of you. “Holy fuck,” you repeat as you climb back on top of her but this time to kiss her, tasting yourself on her lips.

She moans into the kiss but breaks it soon after, “if I would have known that your dance would be that hot, I would’ve come to all the rehearsals.”

“I tried to tell you!”

“Dammit, you did, huh?”

“Mhmm,” you began to caress her torso, gently dragging your hands over her breasts while ever so slightly squeezing them, then continuing down to her stomach. You slide down her legs as you started to kiss all over her. Her neck, her chest, her sternum, her stomach, her pelvis, to her thighs, which were barely covered by booty shorts. Her hands were finding anyway to touch you, soft quick moans coming from above you as you traveled your way down her toned body.

“My turn,” you say as you forcefully take off her black shorts.

“I don’t think you could do it,” Rhea chuckled.

“Do what?” you question, offended.

“I don’t think you could be a top.”

“Then you don’t know me at all Ripley,” you smile devilishly.

“Oh, I’m so scared,” she rolls her eyes sarcastically.

You crawl back up to her with her eyes watching the shirt barely holding everything in, not realizing that she did like the thought of you being on top or A Top for that matter.

“I would suggest you listen to me or you’ll regret underestimating me,” you growl with fury in your eyes.

You watched her eyes widen as much as possible when she gulped under you. Your hand snuck its way up to her throat and closed around it pushing her head back, “I’m your Mami tonight, understood?”

She nods her head, but that wasn’t enough for you because it wouldn’t be enough for her. So you tighten your grip, “Under. Stood?”

“Y-yes Mami,” she pleads.

You finally let go, “Good girl.”

You could feel the chills start to form on her body, maybe from the cool night or maybe because you just rocked her shit, but either way it was going to be fun. You kiss your way back down her body as slowly as possible.

You get back to her thighs and just before you devour into her, you pop your head up, “You know I’m kidding right?”

“W-What?”

“I could never be a top. Too much responsibility,” you giggle.

She exhales loudly, “that’s a shame.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah…that was really fucking hot, so please try or you will regret it later, princess,” she glares, “and please fuck me because I’m dying.”

“Oh, so we’re desperate now, are we?” your run your hand over her already soaking underwear as she writhed at the touch.

“Yess.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Mami!”

And with that you take her blue underwear off, and dive right in. You begin sucking on her clit immediately hearing a breathy “oh fuck,” from above you. You wanted to make sure that she was extra wet, so you met her eyes as you spit on her already oozing center. She moaned at the sight, tangling her hands in your hair. After a few more strokes from your tongue, you stood up, licked your lips, and removed your red thong.

She watched you in both awe and disappointment from stopping, but she was surprised when you sat back down. But this time you were diagonal on top of her with one leg over her leg and one leg under her other, centering yourself so that your clit matched up with hers.

“Oh god yes…fuck,” She murmured when you began to scissor her.

You brought her leg to your shoulder and held onto her muscular thigh for stability as you rocked back and forth, hitting your sweet spot every time, hoping you were hitting hers. From the sounds she was making, you assumed correctly. And the sounds were beautiful, the wet sticky from beneath you mixing with her whimpers of pleasure, were sending you over the edge.

“Look at you being a good slut for your Mami,” you force out. It sounded weird coming from you but you grew more confidence once you saw how it made her feel. Her cheeks were flushed as she gripped onto the wall of the truck bed for anything she could hold, which made you realize you were literally rocking the truck with your motions. That didn’t stop you though, it only made you go harder.

You were pulling out all the stops tonight because you don’t when you’ll ever be a top again so you pull the, “You’re feel so good against me, my baby,” and the, “Look at you, taking Mami’s cunt like the slut you are,” with loud moans coming from the raven haired woman below you.

The truck was squeaking you were going so hard, but you didn’t care. You were determined to make her cum harder than she ever has before, you made it a mission ever since you decided to be Mami for a night.

“Please Mami, can I cum?” she surprised you.

“Not yet,” another Top card she liked to pull all the time, so you knew you had to pull it on her too.

“Fuck,” she panted, “Please Mami!”

“Not. Yet. You’re doing too good to let it all go now, baby,” the truth was that you wanted to cum with her and you were almost there. “Just a bit longer.”

Her response was loud whimpers with every hit of your swollen clits.

After a few more hard thrusts, you were finally close enough to where if she came, you would to, but you wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing she could without asking so you hold off until she begged again. Maybe you could be a top after all, you thought.

“Mami please let me cum, I can’t hold it much longer,” she basically yelled it. Her tits were bouncing, her hair was almost matted, her face was beet red as sweat gleamed from her forehead. You could feel her legs shaking from anticipation.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over Mami’s cunt.”

And so she did just that. Her back arched, her legs tensed, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, “FUCK,” she screamed, “YES… GOD,” her legs began to shake, “FFF-U-U-UCK!”

You followed her lead and came once more, screaming the sounds of pleasure until you were both a sweaty mess of moans and whimpers. You slowed your pace as the truck slowed with you. Lazily throwing her leg down you got off of her slowly and laid down next to her once more. You were both breathing heavily and couldn’t speak for two minutes.

“Damn, you were so good at that,” she broke the silence.

“Which part?”

“All of it,” she looked over to you as you caught her bright blue eyes, “the scissoring, the confidence of your words…everything.” She turned back to looking at the stars in the night sky, “you need to be on top more often.”

“Yes, Mami.”

#rhea ripley #wwe #rhea ripley x reader

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calciumdeficientt · 3 months ago

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hi if i dm you my oc for bully can u do the headcanons thing? also for characters how would you feel about doing hal from the greasers? he’s my favourite and i think he’s pretty underrated

Feel free to send your oc over! I’m am genuinely obsessed with other people’s ocs everyone puts so much thought into them, in the meantime please enjoy my Hal hcs :3333

If Hal has no fans I’m dead. They could never make me hate you Hal Esposito

Hal Esposito hcs

- one thing i alway hate hate HATED about Hal’s voice lines was how rockstar trivialised his fatness and made it the crux of his personality because haha fat = funny but i like to think what it actually stems from is an overbearing mother trying to make up for lost time

-the greasers canonically live in and around the most underdeveloped and deprived areas of bullworth, so its not a particularly bad shout to assume Hal grew up poor, maybe with very little to eat, hence now… its all he can really think about

- also in the voice lines from when jimmy has to fight to earn the greaser’s hideout, Hal offhandedly critiques lucky for not enjoying his preferred channels “what, natural disasters and war footage doesn’t do it for you?” So i also like to imagine Hal is kind of a big history buff, and in true boy fashion he’s particularly fixated on the history of war and combat

-secretly, i reckon he enjoys building model planes and tanks, its basically what he does in the shop but way cooler (at least to him) and the fumes are just minorly different. He knows everything there is to know about the models too, including their life size counterparts. He can tell you everything trom the caliber of the fixed guns, the length of the wheel tracks, the wingspans, even down to the serial numbers and the dates they were patented and discontinued. Shit’s majorly impressive.

- his jacket was his dad’s, him and his mum split when he was pretty young, right after his little sister was born but Hal didn’t really take it so badly, at least not as badly as his parents had initially expected. He was old enough to know what divorce was, and somewhat wise enough to see that it would be better for both parents if they cut ties. The jacket is very very vintage and is falling apart from dry rot. Hal used leather softener stuff on it and re-lined it countless times but it still looks freshly plucked from a dumpster. Not that he minds, he thinks it makes him look rugged

- speaking of his little sister, he really loves that little girl. It’s where most of his money goes, he’s so incredibly soft for her. If he could have it his way shed have every single penny out of his pocket to spend on whatever she liked. She’s only little, barely in grade school but its still all but confirmed she’s going to bullworth when she gets old enough(based on the little kids I’m assuming is a mixed middle school/high school but that’s a an entirely different can of worms) , and god help everyone then. If he’s not already graduated, Hal will literally knock his grades down low enough to not graduate if it means he can hang around and protect his sister for just a smidge longer.

-this kid is so fucking smooth, it comes in the greaser gauntlet, you’ve gotta woo the ladies (or gents, they’re delinquents, not bigots) to get in or you’ll make them look bad. Hal’s a real Casanova but he gets the piss taken out of him because his taste is a little… unconventional. He’s just ahead of the curve, and heavy on the curve. It’s all but confirmed he likes bigger ladies and honestly who are we to take that away from him?

- he does that dude thing where he’ll slap you on the back when he hugs you and he is STRONG. He’s got big calloused hands with crazy surface area that wind you for a good 20 minutes after a pat on the back. Best to avoid him on your birthday too, his birthday digs are LETHAL (is that a thing in the US its a thing inthe UK?)

#bully cce #bully #bully canis canem edit #bully se #hal esposito #bully greasers #greasers bully #bully hcs #bully rockstar #bully scholarship edition #keeping it so real i had toi but myself off i could talk about this dude FOREVA

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exosmutfactory · 1 year ago

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Wanna Be Yours 001

Originally posted by tipannies

Maybe not all good girls are good, and not all bad boys are bad. It’s all about perspective and experience, for not everything in life is a clear black or white. Sometimes you will find gray, brown, or silver… Possibilities are endless. And Byun Baekhyun is too god damn fine to resist.

◤“Stop smoking, it isn’t attractive.” “Stop swearing, it isn’t either.” “Fuck you.” “When.”◢

Main Masterlist | Bookclub zone | Chapter 1✓

networks — @/superm-net @/bbh-net

pairing — Baekhyun x Monica (OC)

word count — 3.8k

genre — biker! baekhyun, bad boy! baekhyun, enemies to lovers! romance, slight angst, fluff, smut (one chap - eventually)

[ This chapter contains: an introduction 🚲 ]

A/N: Hello! I'm introducing one of my AFF-exclusive, BBH stories to Tumblr! I'm posting this chapter to see if readers on here want to read it 🥰 This story doesn't have a tag list, so let me know if you wanna be tagged for future chapters either in my ask box or the comment section! 🌸 I'll continue writing this when I finish my other story: Only Forever 🌊

Chapter 1

Look around, lovely

I’ve been through many things in my life. From my ex leaving me for a “slim thick” girl who lived three blocks away to my best friend, making it their goal to break my spirit from the inside out. I had to cut ties with my treacherous family. I had to change my name, eye color, and wear a purple wig to flee from another crazy ex to Hawaii. I almost had to file for bankruptcy when my twin sister bought three foreign sports cars in my name.

—I’ve been through a lot, but I never expected to find myself in the middle of this shitstorm.

“Yo, Chen, move your ass!”

“I’m almost there!” This so-called Chen hisses into his phone, tugging me behind him by my arm. He glares back at me when I stumble over a recycling bin. “Shut it.” His grip turns painful when I slow down my pace. He stomps hurriedly down shaded alleyways and dimly lit streets. I'd scoff at his audacity if I wasn’t so busy trying to form a plan to escape and not fall flat on my face in the process.

“Yo bitch.” He throws another nasty look over his shoulder, “keep up, will ya?”

My eyes narrow as I purposely stomp on the back of his foot. “Oops,” I chirp when he yelps, hiding my smirk while he curses and hobbles on one leg. “Guess that’s too close, eh?”

He bares his teeth at me. The smirk quickly falls off my lips when the ground is suddenly approaching my face at an alarming rate.

I brace my hands against the pavement at the last second, but my right arm buckles under my weight, sliding my frantic hands across the rugged surface, scraping against the sidewalk with a painful burn. I groan at the fire hot pain shooting up my forearm.

“Oops,” he mocks, his leather boots stepping into view. He bends down in front of me with a tilt of his head. “Guess that was too soon, huh?” His victory smirk on his curled lips would have been sexy if I didn’t have the urge to punch him in his pretty face.

I keep my eyes on him, slowly bringing myself back to my feet. It takes everything in me to ignore the pulsing pain in my knees and the warm liquid running down my elbow as he stands back to his full height. His unimpressive 5’8 stature seems intimidating while I’m poorly hiding my injured arm behind my back. It doesn't help that he has a tattoo of a snake on his bicep, the green ink peeking out from under the sleeve of his black t-shirt. He’s not tall, but he is buff, and that is enough for me to keep my mouth shut... for now.

He runs his eyes over my quiet defensive stance, his smirk turning even more cruel before he yanks me forward by my injured arm. “If we’re late, that’s your ass.”

I roll my eyes to distract myself from the tears threatening to fall, biting my tongue. My hands and arm throb painfully in sync. That hurt like a bitch and he’s two seconds away from being smacked like one.

After walking a few more empty blocks, the rev of an engine reaches my ears—and it’s not from a car. My heart plummets when the realization sets in and the beaming headlights of shiny black vehicles come into view. Two motorcycles stop a few feet away from us in a deserted parking lot. The riders are wearing black helmets with matching clothes, blending in with the night. Their faces are shaded under the dim light of the moon when they take their helmets off.

Dusk is on the rise, concealing the moon behind thick clouds as the world waits for the sun to peek over the horizon. The darkest hour of the night… Looking around at the buff asshole and two newcomers, I can only hope that I’ll make it to see the sunrise. I swallow my nerves while Chen impatiently drags me over to the others.

The guy on the left is the first one to notice us. He shakes his hair, the brunette strands catching light before he switches off the headlights. He’s tall with beautifully toned skin, whistling when we step off of the sidewalk. “Damn hyung, took you long enough.”

Chen shrugs. “Catching the prize was a bit of a struggle.” He rattles my arm for emphasis, his smirk visible under a flickering streetlight.

“Oh?” The brunette’s eyes trail over me, focusing on my pulsing arm before shifting back to the prick next to me. “Looks a bit like damaged goods, hyung.”

“That wouldn’t be the case if it had acted accordingly.” He shrugs, nonchalantly looking me over.

My eyes and mouth twitch. It is really taking everything in me not to say something.

“Hopefully hyung doesn’t mind,” The other tall guy speaks up, eyeing me warily while I stare at his unnaturally orange hair.

“Byun won’t do shit,” Chen waves him off, pulling me closer to a parked bike three parking spaces away. “He hasn’t before and he won’t start now.”

The orange-top guy starts to reply until a loudly revved engine fills the air, announcing the arrival of more motorcycles entering the deserted parking lot. I glare at the biker driving in front, from his laid back posture alone he must be the leader.

“Baekhyun!” Chen yells into the still night with a cocky grin, laughing gleefully. “So happy for you to finally join us. I feared we’d start without you.”

The leader calmly parks his bike a couple of feet away, pulling off his helmet while the other five bikers join him. I bite my cheek to hold back my gasp when his face is revealed. What I expected was some forty-year-old gang member with a huge tattoo, crooked beard, and salt/pepper hair. Not a twenty-something-year-old with one of the most attractive faces I’ve ever seen in my life.

His light brown hair ruffles in the wind, the salty scent of the sea rolling in. He shakes his bangs out of his eyes, looking at the man next to me with a blank expression on his face. Baekhyun’s eyes slowly follow Chen’s arm down to my own in his tight grasp. His eyes linger on my injured arm, the clench of his jaw and flare of his nostrils has my eyes shooting down to look at it myself.

The sight of blood steadily dripping from my ripped sleeve has me wincing. I bite my lip hard to hold back a pain-filled whimper.

Baekhyun cuts his eyes back to Chen with a murderous glare, “Jongdae.” He hisses venomously.

Chen stiffens, his grip loosening on my arm, “Byun?” He’s caught off guard, the confusion rings loudly in his uncertain voice.

“What the fuck is this?” Baekhyun looks at my arm then at him again, his voice growing louder by the minute. “Why the hell is she bleeding?”

“She wasn’t…” Willing to come? Willing to follow a stranger? Willing to get pulled out of a store for nothing? “Very compliant.”

“And you brought her here anyway?” Baekhyun gives him an incredulous look, his eyes narrowed at the latter’s silence. “What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Do.”

I shift on my feet, highly uncomfortable just witnessing this exchange. The other bikers watching them quietly doesn’t calm my nerves in the slightest. I know one thing for certain—the tension can be cut with a knife, and I’m not about to be in the middle of this hell much longer.

“I was walking with her down the street, and she fell.” Chen chooses to say.

I crack my neck when I whip it around to face him. “Really?” I snap. “You purposely yanked me forward and let go, yet dare say I fucking fell?!”

Chen scowls at me. “Well if you weren’t being such a bi‒” He pales when I sense a dark aura behind me.

I turn around to a furious Baekhyun. His brown eyes blaze brightly in anger amongst the pitch darkness of the night, the wind tousling his hair across his forehead. The urge to take a step back is high until I remember who is right behind me. Baekhyun takes one look at me then turns his fire-filled gaze to the fearful man behind me. “I’ll deal with you later.”

I look down at the sudden hand gently grabbing my uninjured arm, meeting Baekhyun’s eyes before he takes a step back. And for some reason; I follow. He keeps his eyes steady on mine before turning to address the others. “I’m calling it off.” His gaze meets every individual one of theirs. “Any objections?”

No one even so much as moves.

Baekhyun firmly nods, peering down at me with a raised brow. “Come with me?” Even while he asks, I’m already being led over to his bike. He grabs his helmet and pauses, turning to me, the dim street lights reflecting the mysterious glint in his brown eyes. “Have you ridden a motorcycle before?”

I look at the bike then back at him, narrowing my eyes. “Are you planning to kill me with it?”

The corner of his lips twitch up, “that’s a no then. May I?”

Eyeing the helmet in his hands, I nod, quickly muttering, “if I die, I’m suing you,” when he starts to place it on my head.

Baekhyun chuckles. “Don’t worry.” He adjusts the helmet with a teasing little grin, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “You’re in good hands.”

“Uh huh—oof!” I yelp when he suddenly lifts me up and sets me on the back of his vehicle—that seems one hundred times more intimidating now that I’m sitting on it. “I swear, Byun, if I fall‒”

“You won’t.” Baekhyun affirms. He throws his leg over the motorcycle and climbs onto it with grace, throwing one last look back at me before starting the engine. It purrs in a way I’ve never heard before. The low, crispy sound vibrates through my entire body when his deep voice reaches my ears. “Hold on tight.”

When he revs the engine, I wrap my arms tightly around his waist. The fear of death is greater than the pulsing of my bleeding arm. We speed out into the street, the others becoming mere specks of shadowy figures in the distance as we go further down the dirt road.

My eyes stay partially closed until I remember that I’m wearing a helmet, and if anyone has to do that its Baekhyun. Which is fucking scary considering the fact that he is the one driving! Steering this two-wheeled vehicle that tilts side to side depending on the gravitational pull of the earth and the wind.

I flinch when we roll over a bump in the road, gripping the front of Baekhyun’s shirt. I can’t tell if it’s the motorcycle or his chuckles causing the vibrations in his chest when I rest my head on his back. The sun is slowly rising, pale light peeking over the horizon. It bounces off of the calm ocean water in the distance. It’s fascinating, how the ocean and the cloudy sky meet, like a snowglobe full of cascading sparkles.

The blur of buildings comes into focus when we slow down, Baekhyun resting his feet on the ground when we reach a red light. Recognizing the slightly run-down buildings, my heart rate picks up. “Baekhyun? Where are we going?” I ask warily. Instead of replying, he pats my clenched fist in a pacifying manner and takes off once the light switches to green.

Gulping down my nerves, I make sure to take note of every street we go down in case I have to hightail my ass out of wherever we are headed. The sight of small brick houses and wide front porches brings a wave of nostalgia over me—and not in a good way. All I can do is hold onto him and hope I stay in one piece until we reach our destination. The weight of my knife concealed in my left boot gives me little reassurance.

We start to slow down on a street that welcomes us with the largest maple tree that I’ve ever seen, followed by small but surprisingly well-kept homes. It’s pretty for the infamous neighborhood that we are in, and the house we stop in front of in particular is the nicest one.

Baekhyun drives up the driveway and parks, getting off the motorcycle with grace before helping me down as well. I flinch when I try to straighten my injured arm. It hurts worse than it did earlier, burning every time my denim jacket sways in the wind and brushes against it. I keep my arm bent at the elbow while clutching it to my chest.

Baekhyun notices but doesn’t say anything. He walks up to the house while I linger behind, taking in the flower-filled yard. Pretty pink roses and beautifully bloomed dandelions take up most of the land. Growing steadily alongside the driveway and sidewalk, their healthy petals awaiting the sunlight.

“Hey.”

Turning back to Baekhyun, he crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe of the open door. The sun shines down on his caramel-colored coat, black graphic tee shirt, and leather pants. The more I look at him, the more confused I get. How on earth is he in a bike gang? He has no visible tattoos, no piercings. The only things “gangsta” about him are his sharp brown eyes, confident stance, and authoritative aura.

Baekhyun clears his throat, jolting me from my thoughts. He raises a brow with a tilt of his head, the corner of his lips twitching. “Come in.” He disappears into the house before I can give any sort of reply.

Pulling my phone out of my bra, I snap a picture of the street sign and send it to my friend so they know my whereabouts—just in case. I tuck it back under my shirt and take one last look at the quiet neighborhood before entering the house.

The only way I can describe the interior is warm. With light brown walls and darker carpeted floors. The living room alone is full of worn-in couches with pretty throw blankets. When I start to take off my shoes, Baekhyun pops up, shaking his head, “there’s more dirt on this floor than out in the yard.”

He walks off into another part of the house with his heeled boots and loud footsteps. I spot a bright orange crumpled leaf and a patch of dried grass in the center of the room. Heeding his advice, I take a wary glance at the unlocked door before going to look for him. Walking to the other side of the living room, I’m met with a doorway to the kitchen on my left and a hallway to my right. Finding no sign of Baekhyun in the tidy room, I venture down the hall.

“In here,” he calls out just as I pass the first door on the left.

Backtracking a few steps, I look inside the bathroom while he rummages in the cabinet under the sink. My eyes move back to him when he swears.

“I know I left it somewhere,” he mumbles just as his eyes caught sight of something. With a tug, he pulls back to close the doors, standing up with a familiar red box in his hands. “Have a seat,” he beckons me over, gesturing to the closed toilet lid with his chin.

I settle myself on the cold surface, the white porcelain chilling my skin through my jeans. Watching him carefully while he sets the first-aid kit beside the sink and takes out antibacterial wipes. When he reaches for my arm I flinch back.

Baekhyun gives me a look. “May I?”

Sighing deeply and gritting my teeth, I nod with a roll of my eyes, slowly taking off my ripped jacket and dropping it in the bathtub. I look away when he draws nearer with the wipe, clenching my hand into a fist. The sting brings tears to my eyes.

After what feels like hours, Baekhyun gets to work on the gauze, gently wrapping it around my arm and taping it together. I take a few deep breaths as he moves over to the sink, focusing on the sound of running water instead of the irritated skin of my scratched palms.

“You won’t need stitches,” Baekhyun murmurs thoughtfully, his voice breaking the silence, echoing across the tiled walls of the room. He dries his hands on an indigo blue towel hanging from a high bathroom rack attached to the wall. “...Are you okay?”

The hint of concern in his voice is surprising, it prompts my eyes shift over to him. “Yea—Fuck!” I hiss loudly, quickly bending my elbow back to its position. The tender wound throbs painfully in sync with my racing heartbeat.

His brows raise. He crosses his arms, leaning his hip against the counter and giving me another knowing look. I only glare back at him.

Baekhyun sighs tiredly. “I’ll get you an Advil.” He shakes his head, making his way out of the room and venturing further down the hallway. I clutch my arm to my chest, sending a quick text to my friend to come pick me up. Thankfully she’s right around the block, passing through the neighborhood on her way back home from work.

A smile curls on my lips when she sends a picture of the great maple tree at the nearest red light. The bandages crinkle when I stand up, grabbing my jacket and tentatively closing the first-aid kit before heading back towards the front of the house. Heavy footsteps have my head whipping back around to find Baekhyun in the hallway with a box of Advil in his hands. “Hey,” he cracks an awkward smile, his hair slightly disheveled.

I narrow my eyes at him.

The smile slowly falls off his face. He clears his throat, gesturing to the box in his hand. “I got you the Advil.”

“I see.” I don’t take my eyes off of him for a minute, shifting my weight so I can retrieve my knife if the need arises. His body language is off and his intentions are not clear. I make sure to keep distance between us; I’ve been in this situation a million times before. Whatever he is trying to achieve with this small talk, I am not up for sticking around to find out.

“Do you, uh‒” he runs a hand through his hair. “Do you need a ride?”

“No, I called a friend,” I smile tightly.

“Oh.” His hand falls down to his side. He shoves it into his pocket and outstretches the box in his hand towards me. “Here, half the box is left. You probably need them more than‒” his eyes catch mine and he clears his throat again, “me.”

I look him up and down and carefully take the box from his hand, avoiding making any contact. My lips twitch in a mixture of amusement and annoyance. “Thanks.”

Baekhyun nods, shoving both hands in his pockets, the velvet green underside of his coat showing when he parts his lips again. “About what happened earli‒”

The rev of a sports car engine cuts him off. “Hop in, bitch!” my best friend yells, breaking the tranquil atmosphere of this shady neighborhood in the early hours of the morning. “We’re going home!”

I glance at the open door then shoot him a forced, polite smile. “Thanks um… Baekhyun, was it? But there’s my ride. I got to go.”

Baekhyun nods while I make sure I have everything, tucking the box of medicine under my good arm. “See you around,” he speaks up when I’m halfway through the door.

Darting my eyes back to him with my hand on the screen door, I smile my fakest smile, letting it slam shut behind me. “Bye!” With a roll of my eyes, I match down the driveway to my friend’s car and hop in with a passive-aggressive smile.

“What the hell happened to your arm?” she raises a perfectly arched brow.

“A situation you never want to be in while shopping for hairspray, Alison. Now drive.”

A/N: If you would like me to continue posting this story on Tumblr, reblog or comment to let me know! (^-^)

#baekhyun smut #supermnet #bbh-net #exo x reader #baekhyun fanfiction #baekhyun romance #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun ff #baekhyun x oc #exo baekhyun #exo romance #Wanna Be Yours

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destinationtrekk · 3 months ago

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heya it's me again!

just wanted to add more details to my tyrant! reader x albert wesker idea

tyrant! reader is huge. like around 7-9ft tall. and muscular too. (we need more buff reader)

when wesker finally finds tyrant! reader, they're found wearing either very ill-fitting clothing that they obviously stole or a black hooded cloak

wesker is in awe of how big reader has grown due to the t-virus and the fact that they can pick him up like fucking nothing lol

(wesker deserves to have a monster partner fr)

ok wait because cloaked buff tyant reader goes SO hard. i love this so much but its also hilarious somehow, its making me think of the tsum-tsum wesker art - reader is all dark and scary looming over someone and they reach into their cloak like they have a weapon or something but they pull out tsum-tsum wesker and he's like >:3

also i think wesker is an egomaniac before uroboros brings him back to life after re5, so at this point he absolutely expects you to be frail and pathetic and unable to control the virus in your blood, so when he finally sees you in person for the first time after your mutual manhunt for each other, he's just.... oh. what the fuck.

don't get me wrong, he's caught off guard but he loves it. he had always been slightly weirded out by BOWs before, even though he took pride in his creations, but seeing you in this beastly, powerful form drives him crazy. He's so proud of himself, obvs, but he also admires you - insanely so. the fact that you not only survived the t-virus, but it accepted you, and you kept your sanity and personality (except you're definitely a little bloodthirsty now, kind turns him on ngl) after becoming a tyrant - it's like a dream come true for him.

another note - i can't find a real canon height for wesker, some places say he's like 6'2 but i've seen others say he's like 7ft which i think is ridiculous tbh. I'm absolutely imagining him as lithe but broad and muscular, definitely over 6', but the height difference between him and reader makes him look like a little princess in his leather suit next to you.

jfc keep em coming this is making my day

#albert wesker #resident evil #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker x you #b.o.w. reader #trekk answers

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noriyucko · 1 year ago

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tricky has a lot of versatility for madcom artists like its crazy. you can draw her fat buff twig and either way it works great. guy chest, guy chest with top scars, bare boobs or boobs with a cute stop sign bra? any one of them works. gray smock or mpn design with the labcoat and heart underpants? those are great but you can also do whatever you want with him they can have a clown neck piece thingy maybe leather gloves maybe cartoonish white gloves. how about eyes for the mask? well you can do circle oval upward semicircle downward semicircle upward triangle downward triangle maybe even square if youre feeling extra adventurous

edit including transboy boobs and transgirl flats you can do anything you put your mind too

#madness combat #madness combat tricky

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mymoonagedaydream · 2 years ago

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Part 2

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Anti-religious sentiment throughout, language

Author’s Note: Thank y’all for reading part one, I appreciate it v much. Feel free to go read the old one if you want cheeky spoilers, the plot might even change as I rewrite who knows.

Part 1

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Three loud, sharp knocks at your bedroom door abruptly yanked you out of sleep.

'Are you going to sleep all day? The mantelpiece isn't going to dust itself.'

You wiped a hand across your face and rolled over to grab your phone, the light from the screen making you wince as it flashed on. It was 6:30. More knocks sounded until you shouted to confirm that yes, you were up and yes, dusting was the first item on your agenda for the day. You just had to make sure she didn't find out that the rest of your agenda had been fully booked up by the town delinquent.

You banged out all your morning chores and inhaled some breakfast before racing upstairs to get ready, but not before spinning a yarn to your mother about wanting to spend the whole day at the local library to get ahead with some assigned reading. As far as lies went, it was one of your more tragic ones, but you figured showing up to a date with your mom's library card was slightly less shameful than showing up to a house party with her Yahtzee.

You managed to escape the house just in time, hurrying down side street after side street to get to the meeting point you'd agreed with James the night before. Speed walking was helping you to expend some of your built-up nervous energy but you were still a wreck, half-convinced he wouldn't show up, half-convinced he'd show up just to tell you he'd changed his mind about the date. Not a single iota of your brain could bring itself to believe that a guy like that was genuinely interested in you.

Turning the corner into the town square, you saw him. He was dressed in exactly the same outfit as your last two encounters, black jeans with a white tee and black leather jacket, but this time you really noticed how incredibly hard he was rocking it. Just watching him lean against the statue in the centre of the square and smoke was kinda driving you crazy. As soon as he spotted you his expression softened and he began strolling in your direction, throwing the stub into a trash as he passed it.

'Glad you came, Church Mouse.'

'Did you think I wouldn't show?'

He shrugged. 'I figured it was a toss up between me and Jesus, and he always looks pretty buff in the church windows.'

'Oh yeah?' Your words stuttered slightly through suppressed laughter, 'I'm impressed you studied them so thoroughly.'

'Gotta scope out the competition.'

He flashed you a quick wink before presenting an elbow, prompting you to snake your arm through his. The smell of his cologne mixed with the firmness of whatever your hand was resting on helped calm you down a little. You were quite impressed that you'd managed to get through the first conversation without word vomiting, you just had to keep a lid on things and appear as normal as possible for however long he decided he wanted to put up with you.

Much to your surprise, he started guiding you towards the exit at the opposite end of the square, away from all the town's bars and restaurants. From what you remembered there was nothing in this part of town but a kids park and some empty fields dotted with dog turd landmines. As the two of you strolled through the suburbs, you started to notice a surprising amount of people also heading in the same direction. Faint crowd noise and upbeat music rose from behind the trees ahead and the sickly sweet smell of deep fried dough wafted towards you, causing child-like excitement to begin bubbling in your stomach. Bucky shot you a knowing smile as he led you through the tree line and up to the entrance of the carnival.

In all honestly, you'd been expecting a neat whiskey and a couple games of pool in a local dive bar, so the prospect of a carnival date was thrilling you to an almost embarrassing degree. He enclosed your hand in his, dragging you from game to game with a brief break for hot dogs after an hour or so. One of the booths you ended up stuck at for a good thirty minutes because, once you'd told Bucky how cute the stuffed giraffe hanging in the corner was, he refused to leave without winning it. After his fifth failed attempt at knocking over all the cans you couldn't hold back your laughter anymore.

He rapidly swung round and lunged towards you, catching you off guard a little. Before you knew it your feet were off the ground and he was spinning you round in circles, shouting that he was going to sell you to the carnival for a couple free hot dogs. You tried your best to threaten him into dropping you but your words were garbled by laughter. When you were eventually released, you took a second to straighten out your clothes before turning round to confront your tormentor- but he was gone. You snapped your head round frantically, eventually spotting him back over by the can knockdown game, acting incredibly suspiciously. You looked on in disbelief as he waited for someone to distract the attendant before vaulting the front of the booth, frantically grabbing the stuffed giraffe and making a break for it. He was spotted almost immediately. With an exhilarated grin he sprinted towards you and grabbed hold of your hand, dragging you back towards the carnival entrance and out through the trees. The shouts of angry employees eventually faded into the distance along with the jolly music and the voices of hundreds of revellers.

Your heart was thumping rapidly as the two of you paused to catch your breaths, a heady mixture of anxiety and adrenaline churning in your stomach. It was a very unfamiliar feeling for you, but not one you disliked.

Bucky held the stuffed toy out, 'I said I'd get it for ya.'

'You said you'd win it for me.'

'I did?' You nodded, smothering a smile. 'Damn, must'a misspoke, I've always sucked at carnival games.'

'No shit.'

Reaching out with a smirk, you took the giraffe, clutching it with both hands before turning to stroll back in the direction of the town square. You didn't make it more than three steps before a heavy arm draped itself over your shoulders.

'So, you wanna grab a drink?'

'I'd really love to Buck, but it's getting late. I should get back.' You saw his face drop slightly so you stopped walking, turning to face him, a little embarrassed at what you were about to admit. 'I mean it, I want to spend more time with you but, y'know, uh- my mom kinda thinks I'm at the library.'

'Oh, for real? Damn. So what's the curfew on library time?'

'Well it closes at five...'

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the time, a grin spreading over his face. 'Great, I got you for another half hour.'

His hand closed over yours once more, his stride quickening as you approached the town square. He eventually stopped beside a bench, flopping himself down and manoeuvring you next to him, his arm wrapping tight around your waist. Then the two of you just sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes. It was nice, after all the noise and chaos of the fair, to relax and enjoy each others company. It'd been a long time since you'd felt this at ease around someone, even though he had just committed grand theft stuffie.

It was you who eventually broke the silence.

‘Thanks, Bucky.’

His head turned in your direction. ‘For what?’

‘I didn’t think I’d be having much fun this summer, but I really enjoyed today.’

You felt a rush of warm air hit the side of your face as he let out a breathy chuckle and scooched even closer to you, his firm thigh pressed against yours and his thumb gently stroking your hip. There were another few seconds of silence before you heard him mutter to himself.

‘It ain’t right.’

‘Hmm?’

He sighed, removing his hand from your hip and bringing it up to stroke his fingers through your hair. ‘Your parents, keeping you locked away like that. Fuckin' Catholics.’

‘It’s not all bad,' you whispered, relaxing your head against his shoulder and angling your face up towards his, 'you get free wine on Sundays.'

With a slight laugh he began adjusting himself, turning his body towards yours and gently placing his free hand under your chin. ‘That's true, but you know as well as I do that stained-glass never really lets in the sun.’

He pressed his lips against yours. Your stomach knotted. His hand moved from your chin to cradle the side of your neck, his thumb brushing softly across your cheek. He pressed towards you more firmly, sliding his tongue along your lips, his breath tasting like cigarettes and candy floss. Your knees tensed and your thighs started shaking. He must’ve noticed, because you felt a deep chuckle vibrating into your mouth, but that only made you worse. You melted into him, just about steadying yourself by gripping the lapels of his jacket.

He pulled away, letting your head fall into the crook of his neck, keeping a tight grip on your waist.

‘Not bad for a church girl.’

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After Bucky had walked you most of the way home- you weren't about to risk either of your parents spotting him through a window- the rest of that evening had been a rose-tinted blur. The adrenaline still coursing through your veins prevented you from getting any kind of decent sleep but you didn't mind, you just lay awake replaying the day in your head, smiling and giggling to yourself like a giddy teenager.

Your good mood was somewhat dampened, however, by your mother bursting through your door at 6am without so much as a courtesy knock.

‘What is this?!’

You'd never seen her look so horrified, you were half-expecting her to tell you some scientist somewhere had finally, decisively disproved the existence of god. Wiping your hair out of your face and painstakingly sitting up, you humoured her, squinting at the phone she was holding a few inches from your face.

It was a photo of you and Bucky holding hands at the fair. Shit.

‘Where did you get that?’ You muttered.

‘Angela sent it to me. She saw you there, with him.’

You buried your face in your hands, already exasperated by the argument you hadn't even had yet, your voice muffled against your palms. ‘He's a nice guy, mom. He's just-’

‘He is a criminal. And if you think you’re seeing him again, you’re wrong.’

She turned on her heels and began to storm away. You felt a bubbling anger like nothing you’d ever felt before, everything Bucky had said racing through your mind. He was right. You’d thought about it before, of course you had, but all you’d ever felt was a kind of defeated acceptance. Now, you were pissed.

‘I am not a fucking child.’ You screamed.

She jerked to a stop. As she slowly twisted round, you saw a face filled with venom. ‘We’ll speak again when you’re ready to apologise.’

The door slammed and you heard the lock click. Your head was spinning but you were grinning to yourself, still half in disbelief; you’d never stood up to her like that before and you were starting to regret not doing it sooner. It felt really fucking good. The only downside was that it now seemed like you'd be locked in your bedroom for the rest of the summer, the idea of which sent you spiralling into a pit of depression for the rest of the day. You got out of bed a few times to use your bathroom but, other than that, all you did was lie there letting train of thought after train of thought lose control, jump the track and derail. You could always just leave, but how would you make ends meet without money coming in from your parents? You could try to somehow convince them that Bucky had repented and become born again, but surely presenting him with that psycho idea would put him off you forever? You'd only been on one freaking date with the guy, how had it become so complicated so fast?

It was starting to get dark when a quiet clinking noise snapped you out of your spiral. You lifted your head, screwing up your eyebrows in confusion, waiting to see if it happened again. It did. It sounded like it was coming from the window. You clambered off the bed and stumbled across the room, pulling open the curtains and scanning the skyline. Another, louder clink made you jump and pulled your eyes downwards, where you saw Bucky standing on your parents' lawn. He was shaking his phone at you, a wave of aggravated realisation hitting when you looked over at your bedside table and remembered you'd put yours on silent the night before. The screen lit up as you grabbed it, revealing twenty texts and eleven missed calls from Bucky. You returned to the window and hit the call back button.

'Hey! Sorry for throwing shit, figured I probably shouldn't try the front door.'

'So you break into the garden?'

He shrugged. 'It's romantic.'

'Sure is.'

'Knew it.' His eyes were fixed on yours, they began to soften as concern washed over his face. 'Y'alright? I didn't piss you off or anything did I?'

'No Buck, don't worry. I'm sorry I didn't answer I just- I've had a really bad day.'

'Sorry to hear that, Church Mouse. Would coming out with me for a while cheer you up?'

'More than you can imagine,' just the thought of it prompted your first smile of the day, 'but I can't. One of my mom's crazy church friends saw us together yesterday, I'm locked in.'

‘Man, you’re living with psychopaths.’

You nodded and let out a disheartened sigh. 'Tell me about it.'

‘Look,' he stepped closer to the window, 'I know it's not my place to say, and I know they’re your parents, but you realise you don’t owe them anything, right? Especially after everything they’ve done.’

His words echoed around in your head, becoming more convincing the more you considered them. You were about to respond but, before you had a chance, the light from the room below you turned on and Bucky was suddenly illuminated in bright yellow light. Without missing a beat, he sprinted towards the fence and vaulted into next door’s garden. You heard a breathy I’ll see you soon babe through the phone before he hung up.

Your father ran out of the back door, but pretty quickly decided not to give chase. Just the distance from the top of the patio stairs from the bottom had caused his entire face to turn bright red. He looked up at you, seething anger in his eyes, but you didn’t waver. You were already locked in your room for the foreseeable future, what else could he possibly do?

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arak-the-other-kara · 1 day ago

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"Wait, Woomeme, What're we—"

(Woomeme already dipped)

"Ohhh they left us again."

"Darn it... This is the sixth time..."

"My weapon...? Ma FISTS!!!"

*Jacklyn showed worn pink leather gloves, modified with spikes. Actual spikes. Actually metal spikes. Freshly sharpened.*

*"She has the highest LOVE out of all of us at LV 17."*

"Wait, what's yours?"

"LV 15."

"Makes sense."

"Anyways, although I have an... Unorthodox physical weapon, I managed to utilize something different."

*Liliana summons her SOUL, a relatively darker shade of magenta than it should be for a Perseverance SOUL. It then turns into a halberd.*

"...Woah..."

"Girl, the fuck you hiding this from us for?"

"I managed to get a hang of this in the afterlife. Was reluctant to use it before."

*Several dark purple ropes sprout from a bit above Liliana's arm stump. They then construct into a functional replica of the bottom half of her arm.*

"Tadaaa."

"Okay, back to our weapons. I have a... Pan?"

"Had this toy knife that was a gift from my mom... *Sigh* Replaced it with this cool dagger tho."

"Do you like my gun gun"

"... shoe."

*Lyric does a développé, showing off their pointe shoe*

"What do you taste like?"

*Jacklyn... Tries to bite his arm. Be warned that if he lets her, her canines are unusually sharp.*

"Jackie NO—"

(Clover) "*The attack does 14 hp* Not bad! If you're wondering why it does less to me, my player programmed me with a bit of a buff to make the game easier."

(Player) "No! I did it to enhance your expi..."

(Clover) "Stop with the excuses. Also, that did feel almost as good as shooting myself so good job! This leads to another problem: they just go up and leave, huh? I guess this has a silver lining. I can tell you why I hate religion. Settle down kids I've got a story to tell! There was once a kid from Texas. That kid was very into Westerns. So much so, that he made it his whole personality. The parents didn't care too much until they saw the kid being attracted to the most beautiful, kind, and dashing cowboy. Now, being Christian and loving another man was a huge no-no! They started trying to convert me in all types of ways. By berating me day in and day out to just grabbing their belt and whipping my butt whenever they thought he was attracted to a man. If that wasn't enough, they sent the little boy to a gay conversion camp. Heh, you know they aren't as bad as y'all think. They're lightyears worse. They electrocuted him, abused him, beat him, and even tried to exercise the gay out of him! (Writers note, I actually looked it up all of this can happen in a gay conversion camp. WTF.) After a while, the boy goes crazy and runs off to try to find a way out. It was difficult but after a while of practicing, he finally made it out of that hell hole. He found a mountain called MT. Ebott and the rest is history. *Laughed* You know, it's kind of funny how terrible my life is. *Pointed his gun at the kid who bit him* So don't ever have anyone mention Christianity around me or else *Shot in the air*"

#undertale yellow #arak #clover #undertale #player #did I mention I was insane?#No?#Well now you know

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chaos-is-neutral · 1 year ago

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Baldur's Gate 3 Tav/Karlach/Halsin Modern AU

Fire Heart has taken the wrestling world by storm. No one expected Karlach to become famous overnight. Though when you put a big, buff, tall tiefling into black wrestling leather the crowd grows wild. She is an overnight success. Everyone in Baldur's Gate is obsessed with her. It is rumored that the famous Southern Gothic singer Lyria (my Tav) is down bad.

Rumors start speculating that they two are dating when Karlach begins flirting back to some of Lyria's flirtatious comments. They just say it is playful fun and that they have been close friends ever since they met at a movie premiere a while back. These rumors don't stop though as Karlach is seen in the VIP section of Lyria's concerts a few times. The rumors really get going though when Lyria is seen at a wrestling match for the first time ever! Their fans are going crazy. They even have a ship name for them called SouthernHeart.

It stays this way for a few months when Lyria drops a bomb on their Instagram. A new song was coming called Fire Burning Heart that night. Everyone in Baldur's Gate was listening and it was clear to anyone with two ears that this was about Karlach. It is driving people wild, but the two won't say anything. The only thing that Lyria announces is that there will be a special guest in their music video coming in the next few months.

The flirting though continues in the comments of their insta posts. Karlach one day posts this:

And Lyria comments: "Gods if she used that position on me I'd be seeing Kelemvor 🔥🥴" Karlach then responded with "Don't want to kill you yet. I quite enjoy you 💋" This drives the fans wild for weeks. Everyone is looking at their accounts just waiting for them to confirm it. The edits made about them are clear. Lyria watching Karlach wrestle with this heat in their eyes, wanting her on every level. Then Karlach watching them perform with love and longing.

Everyone is waiting for the anticipated music video. There would be a special guest on it and everyone who had been watching knew it would be Karlach. Finally, the video for Fire Burning Heart drops. Everyone in Baldur's Gate is watching. And in the first scene, there is Karlach. The music video follows their love story from the awkward hello at the movie premier to a private date where Lyria proposes. Fans are going fucking insane over this. Both Karlach and Lyria's team has to put out a post saying that they have been in a relationship for over a year now and that they got married last month in a secret wedding off the coast.

SouthernHeart is trending for DAYS. Now they are seen everywhere with each other. Paparazzi taking pictures of the couple and you can see them wearing small gold bands. They post each other on their socials, bragging about their love. Karlach even posts a picture of Lyria after their top surgery saying, "I've never been more in love with them ❤️‍🔥"

Karlach wears an orange bandana around her wrist to remind her of her flaming redhead. Lyria wears Karlach's denim jacket at all their shows. Life is crazy and busy for them, but they never fall out of love. It is clear to everyone they will be one of the few celebrities to last.

A big announcement comes when Lyria will be cast in a rom-com with Baldur's Gate heartthrob and animal lover Halsin. Halsin was the it man. Every woman and man wanted him. No one could resist him, especially in these romance movies. Karlach is so excited for their husband and is posting all about it. It is an amazing time and a big growth for the singer. It doesn't take long though for cheating rumors to surface. Many stories are coming out saying the chemistry between the two actors goes off-set. They are pictured leaving together a lot. Some stories say Karlach is in shambles over this and has flown out to see Lyria to confront them.

Both teams again post that this is not the case and that they are both still madly in love. The rumors become worse when Lyria drops a new song right after the filming finished up called Hazel Sunrise. It is clearly about someone else who has stolen the young singer's heart. Many put it together quick that it is about their co-actor Halsin. Everyone is up in arms in honor of Karlach. Lyria has to turn off comments on their post and Karlach has to beg people to stop being mean to their husband.

Lyria is radio silent. The only thing they post is that there will be a new music video releasing and this song was for the movie they were in. The cheating rumors only amped up when the music video dropped. The chemistry between Halsin and Lyria was undeniable. These two were madly in love and getting hot and heavy. The fans were demanding why Lyria would throw Karlach away like this. They also began turning on Halsin. It was a blood bath for weeks and thankfully none of them ran their social medias anymore.

Karlach kept wrestling, but now there was also a green bandana she wore. Lyria also wore one around their neck when performing. Then Halsin was wearing a necklace with a small gold band on it along with red and orange ribbons in his braids. Fans did not notice these changes though. They were too angry!

Then the bombshell of all bombshells dropped. The week before the movie premiered paparazzi posted photos they had taken during filming of the three on a private beach. In the first one Halsin, Lyria, and Karlach were sitting and laughing. The next one Halsin and Lyria were kissing, looking a little heated. In the next, Lyria had grabbed Karlach by the base of her hair and was kissing her with a fever. Then finally the last one was of Karlach and Halsin kissing while Lyria had a big shit eating "fuck-yeah-these-two-are-mine" grin.

The two hottest people in Baldur's gate had added the third hottest to their relationship. The internet EXPLODED. SouthernHeartThrob was trending. People demanded answers, but again the three were radio silent. That was until the movie premier when they all three showed up together. Halsin in a sage green suit, Lyria in a matching one, and Karlach in a slick black dress with a slit up to her hip and the heart shape made little horns. It was stunning how beautiful they all were.

Halsin was pulled toward an interview where he finally answered everyone's burning questions.

He had met the couple back during his last movie premier where Lyria had a song in it. It was love at first sight for them. They were all constantly talking. There was no denying what was there, especially after Lyria got casted in the movie with him. The three had set down and had a long conversation where they all agreed they wanted each other and loved each other so deeply it hurt.

During all of this he is looking at his partners with so much love. Karlach has her tail wrapped around Lyria's thigh as people snapped their photo. Only to him and Lyria would they understand that meant she was nervous. Lyria though was looking at Karlach like she was the goddess only they could worship. Halsin quickly looks at the interviewers dropping one last bombshell, "Now if you excuse me, I'd like to steal my husband and wife and keep them to myself."

#bg3 #bg3 modern au #bg3 tav #halsin #karlach #tav x karlach x halsin #tav x halsin #tav x karlach #karlach x halsin #nonbinary tav #afab tav

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wolfkid888-blog · 8 months ago

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The Heir of a Monarch

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A young man by the name of Rindou lived in the centre of the busy big city of Los Angeles, wherein shadows danced amid the neon glare of streetlights. Rindou moved with a serene confidence that belied his years, his jet-black hair and eyes that proved to hold the mysteries of the cosmos. But hidden beneath his cool façade was a strength unmatched by any other: the capacity to speak with shadows and bring back the dead.

Rindou was raised by his renowned detective father YuHao, who was renowned for his sharp mind and unwavering intuition. But when Rindou was 10, his amazing father died, a gunshot hit his heart during a gunfight with a dangerous gang. Rindou wanted to be like his father, to catch criminals and bring justice upon them. He studied hard and was able to become the youngest detective in his bureau at the age 20. Rindou frequently felt the pressure of his late father's legacy bearing down on him. He would make him proud.

Rindou developed the ability to control shadows when he was 15. At first, he was scared. Unable to comprehend how he could do it. With great amount of patience and practice, he got the hang of it and was able to bend the shadows to his will. But Rindou did not realise the full scope of his powers until during the night he happen upon a murder scene that was hidden in darkness after work.

The deceased, a middle-age woman whose face had been brutally severed from her body, was sprawled on the chilly concrete, terror visible in her lifeless eyes. A feeling of uneasiness overcame Rindou as he knelt alongside her, for he knew that this was no routine slaughter. This was the product of a deranged mentality that took great pleasure in seeing other people suffer.

Rindou summoned the victim's shadow with a murmured order, “Arise” and it formed itself about him like swirls of smoke. "Who did this to you?" With his voice almost audible above the silence of the night, Rindou questioned.

The shadow moved in a fluid, dreamlike manner as it stirred. And then it spoke, a voice that sounded as if it came from the bottom of the underworld. It snarled, "The Face Collector," its words heavy with grief and hopelessness. "Be wary the darkness that surrounds you, for it harbours mysteries that even I dare not speak." And the shadow disappeared, returning to the darkness of which it came.

Rindou descended down into the city's underworld in an attempt to solve the riddle of the Face Collector's gruesome acts. He did this through navigating a trail of clues which led him down a maze of treachery and deceit. However, the shadows appeared to get darker and louder with every step he went, almost drowning out his thoughts. Rindou pursued shadows for weeks, his thoughts fixed on solving the Face Collector's identification puzzle. To no avail, he conducted witness interviews, examined crime scenes, and conferred with experts. The murderer continued to be evasive, a ghostly figure that waited to attack once more in the shadows. Once Rindou confirmed the shadow he had summoned left, he clicked his tongue and narrowed his eyes, glaring at the ground in annoyance.

The Face Collector. A serial killer that has been going around taking the faces of victims for several months. The deaths always had the same memo, the victims were all women, varying the age of late forties, their faces gone.

They were surgically removed according to autopsy reports. The bureau has been working restlessly to find the guy. Whenever the crime scene was cleaned up and the police were gone. Rindou would return to the location of the murder and use his powers to summon the dead but he always got the same answer. He only knows that the killer is a man, about 170cm tall, not bulky nor buff. But would always wear a mask and black leather gloves to conceal his appearance. It frustrated him to no end. This crazy man has to be stopped.

And then, just as Rindou was starting to give up, a breakthrough was discovered in the shape of a mysterious note found at the site of the most recent murder. It was a hint, a riddle that needed to be worked out, and Rindou realised he was getting closer than ever to learning the truth. It led a bit of distance away from Los Angeles. Taking by car took about 1 and half hour.

The young detective finds himself standing in front of an ancient, abandoned house with boarded-up windows and collapsing walls after pursuing the trail of breadcrumbs. He pushed the creaking door open nervously and walked inside, alerting all of his senses, his shadows at the ready to attack anything that come at him.

The house's inside was completely black, and the smell of rot permeated the air. Various corners of the walls were covered in cobwebs and the wallpaper were worn down from neglect. Stepping on the creaky old floorboards, the detective got to work, he closed his eyes and focused his energy.

Reopening his eyes revealing a pair of glowing purple eyes in place of his once dark grey colour. His shadow then expanded, covering the entire room he stood in and stretched out to cover the rest of the house, searching. He did not have to wait long before finding the presence of a secret area hidden behind a bookcase as he made his way through the shadows, his pulse racing. He shoved the books aside and entered the room beyond with a sense of dread.

The sight he beheld there caused his heart to race. Faces adorned the walls, their facial expressions locked in a macabre mockery of everyday life. He identified some of them to be the murdered victim’s missing faces. Their looks contorted with pain. Forever frozen in the state of fear as their final moments. And a television set with a flickering, static-filled screen stood at the very end of the space.

With caution, Rindou approached the television and pressed play on the tape player beside it. As the screen came to life, images flickered across the screen, images of the victims in their final moments of life. But the tape did not end there, Rindou heard the killer’s voice. A voice that was all too familiar to him. It can’t be. And then, as the tape reached its end, a voice spoke, a voice that sent a chill down Rindou's spine.

"I never thought you of all people would find out," the voice said, its tone laced with malice. Rindou turned to see his long-time friend Mikey standing in the doorway, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. That smile was wrong. Very wrong. It was a smile Rindou has never seen on his face before. It was sadistic, psychotic. It drew shivers down the raven head’s spine at the sight.

"But why? How could it be you?" Rindou asked, his voice seemingly begging for answers. He could stand it. The very friend he trusted more with his life, to always have his back, was the man behind the gruesome slaughter of so many innocents. Betrayed.

Mikey just shrugged his shoulders still smiling, not caring. Mikey asked, “Hey, Rindou. Do you still remember about how I told you my mom disappeared a year ago. Abandoning me? What if that was a lie?”

Rindou could only stay silent, listening to his former best friend whilst still on guard, ready to defend himself. “My father had abandoned me and mom before I was born. And mom was neglectful of me. I always wanted her attention, you know? To have her smile at me at least once. I decided to study hard and become a doctor. To make her proud. I thought maybe. Just maybe. That would get her to look at me. When I finally got the job, I went home. To show my mom my certificate. Only for her to still not pay attention to me.” Mikey chuckled, it sounded hateful.

“I finally snapped. I yelled at her, demanding that she looked at me. To tell me just what I did wrong. Then, she finally turned to look at me, she was glaring at me. In pure hatred."

"It was then I learned the truth from her. Mom had been raped by my father and ended up pregnant. I was the product of a rapist and his rape victim. I felt my entire life came crashing down on me. By the time I realized what I was doing, I was strangling her by the neck. She was looking at me in fear, her eyes begging for me to let go, struggling to breath… I wanted to let go. But… my body did not seem to listen. Eventually, she died weirdly enough. I did not feel remorse. In fact, I was happy. I took a knife from the kitchen and carefully removed her face.”

"Why, Mikey?" Rindou asked, his voice barely a whisper. "Why did you do it?"

Mikey's smile widened; his eyes gleaming with madness. "Because I wanted her to look at me," he said, his voice dripping with venom. "I wanted her to see me for who I truly am." He shrugged, “And since then, I started killing women and taking their faces. Preserving them in this very room for me to admire. For them to always look at me.”

And then, before Rindou could react, Mikey lunged at him with a knife in hand, his movements swift and precise. Dodging the blade by mere inches, Rindou fought back tooth and nail with all his strength, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts. But it was no use. Mikey was too strong, too fast. With a savage grin, he pressed his advantage, driving Rindou back against the wall with each blow.

Just when all hope seemed lost, a shadow emerged from the darkness, its form towering over them like a spectre from another world. With a mighty roar, it lunged at Mikey, knocking him to the ground with a force that sent shockwaves through the room. As Mikey lay sprawled on the floor, knocked out cold, Rindou moved in to apprehend him, his hands trembling with adrenaline.

He looks back the shadow in which was in a form of knight, covered in armour, only to see it kneeling before him. It greeted him, it’s voice sounding eerie, “I, Rasheel, greet the Prince of Shadows.” Now Rindou was confused. One, this shadow knight came out of nowhere and protected, which he appreciates, Two, it called him prince. Prince of Shadows? Just what the heck is that?

Noticing the confusion on the young man’s face, the knight, Rasheel responded to answer his prince’s questions, “My prince. All of this must be confusing to you. We wanted to wait until you were of the proper age before knowing the truth. But.” Rasheel took a glance at the unconscious Mikey, “Seeing as to how the situation was dire. I had to intervene. If you wish to know. Please return home and search for your father’s journal. Everything shall be revealed then. Even the truth behind your powers. Goodbye, my prince.” Rasheel then seeped into the ground, returning to wherever he came from. Leaving Rindou to his own thoughts.

The truth of his powers? Rindou has sometimes wondered how he got it but never could come up with an answer. He repeated the words of the knight in his head. ‘Search for my father’s journal? What does my father have to do with this?’ Snapping back to reality, he shook his head. He should focus on the task at hand first. Rindou took out his phone called his captain. By the time backup arrived, Rindou was outside the house waiting with Mikey cuffed to the porch. He informed everything that happened to his captain, omitting, and leaving out the details about his shadows of course.

After a job well done, Rindou hurriedly drove back to his apartment. He opens the storage room and searches for his father’s stuff. When he finally found the journal, he hesitated. Ever since his death, Rindou had never dared to open his father’s journal before as it was private. But this would be the key to answering all his questions. So, without further ado, he opened the journal and read through the contents.

Hours later, he closes the journal. His gaze staring at a wall in a daze, trying to organize the information he had obtained from it. His father, YuHao, the great detective that has solved cases that were deemed unsolvable, was formerly the Monarch of Death. A being that control ruled over the souls of dead and the darkness itself. He was able to fully control and bend the shadows to his will and actually have the soul of the dead be fully form into a human rather than it being a swirl of black fog. That was how he was able to solve those cases that were deemed cold cases. He had the same power as Rindou, albeit more powerful than his. His father had fell in love with his mother who was a normal woman who found out about his ability on accident. He thought she would leave him after, but she was not afraid of him. They then had Rindou. Unfortunately, Rindou’s mother died of childbirth so his father was the one who raised him.

His father was the Monarch of Death. He was just like Rindou. And Rindou, is his heir. At that moment, Rindou had decided. He shall accept his fate. His father was a good man and raised him with care. He would make him proud of him. He will be the guardian of the shadows, the protector of the innocent, and the scourge of the wicked. For he was the Monarch of Death's Heir.

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