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District Girl (Part 2) || (Peacekeeper) Coriolanus Snow x Reader || Smut

Outline: Coriolanus doesn’t like how friendly you are to other men and how much you ignore him on his evening out at the Hob. So he decides to leave you with a lasting impression of him.

Word count: 4’189

Warnings: possessive and obsessive behavior, power imbalance, unprotected s*x and explicit smut.

Author’s note: I wasn’t planning on making this a series, District Girl was just an attempt to get me out of my writer’s block to finally finish my other Coriolanus Snow series but since a few people requested more, here’s a part 2. Thanks for being so supportive of my writing, it truly means a lot. 🖤

(( Part 1 )) - (( Part 3 ))

They had been running for half an hour in the heavy heat, circling the barracks as their commander yelled orders at them. Coriolanus knew the man was trying to motivate his troops by insulting them, barking at them that they were worthless and useless, that even his grandma would do better at running in such a humid climate but this kind of tactical psychology didn’t seem to work on the young man. The more he heard his superior taunting them, the less he wanted to comply to his orders. He simply hated authority.

When he still was a student at the academy, he only had to show the due respect to his professors and - although the dean was an idiot - none of them had power over his every action and thoughts. Now as a peacekeeper, he was supposed to mindlessly follow orders from people regarded as better than him, even though some of them came from districts that were almost as poor as district 12. It was an aberration. One that Coriolanus would immediately fix if he had his say on how Panem was ruled.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, his pale eyes were burning with such intense sunlight. He felt uneasy. He dropped to his knees, his shirt so wet it was glued to his frame.

“Get up or get out, Snow!” The commander yelled, bringing everyone else’s attention on him. He felt embarrassed. He didn’t want the others to think that he was weaker than them. Especially not when Smiley seemed close to fainting too and Junius was paler than he had ever seen him before.

Coriolanus stood back up, wiping his face with his humid hand. He needed water. He needed to be dry. He needed a lot of things but running wasn’t one of them. So he left, heading back to the barracks under his superior’s disappointed glare.

He immediately went under the shower, letting the cold water wash the sweat and filth from his body. He knew he’d be sweating again the moment he’d step out from under the water and his dry spare uniform wouldn’t stay in this state for more than an hour or two so he took his time, closing his eyes and leaning against the cold bathroom tiles.

His heart was hammering in his chest, from the effort most likely but maybe also because, for the past few days, he hadn’t been able to look at his cock without thinking about your lips closed around it. He didn’t even know your name, you were just a district girl, and yet, you had invaded his every thoughts. Day and night, he kept replaying the events in his head, remembering how good it felt to fuck your mouth and what a lovely sight you were, on your knees in front of him.

He had been taking care of the erection such images gave him as well as he could. Most times, he was able to see you again when he closed his eyes and focused hard enough on recalling your features. He clearly remembered the color of your eyes because he had been mesmerized by them and the way they watered when he was mercilessly thrusting his cock down your throat. But, to his utter despair, he couldn’t quite picture what your body looked like anymore. He knew it was perfect, tailored exactly to his taste, but the images were vanishing from his mind the more days went by.

He turned the shower off, his cock hard and begging for relief again. Fortunately, his bunkmates were still busy being tortured by the commander so his dorm was empty.

He sat down on the edge of his bed, leaning to retrieve a piece of colorful fabric from underneath his pillow. He kept it neatly folded, ready to be used if he needed it. That piece of your skirt proved to be pretty useful in times such as this, when his cock was begging to fill you up again.

He ran the fabric through his fingers, remembering how that skirt hugged your hips. By the time he removed the towel from his waist, his erection was rock hard, practically throbbing with desire.

He closed his hand over it, the soft fabric of your skirt enveloping his sensitive skin as he slowly started to pump. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.

A shudder shook his body, his need for relief becoming almost unbearable. The cool textile of your clothing felt nothing like the warmth and wetness he had found in your mouth. He was certain that your pussy wouldn’t be cold either, it probably would feel as unbearably hot and humid as the weather did. He tightened his fingers around his shaft, trying to mimic how tight he imagined you’d feel with his dick buried deep inside you. He increased the speed of his movements, imagining your perfect body bouncing in reaction, your eyes watering again from how brutally he was ramming inside of you and then, he’d spill his release in you. There would be so much that it would stain your panties afterwards. It would drip from your tight cunt. It would be a reminder that he had marked you as his.

Unfortunately, the image of you completely spent and dizzy with pleasure under him faded from his mind, replaced by the cruel reality. An important amount of cum was coating the piece of your skirt, wasted instead of filling you up.

He thought about trying to clean it up, wanting to make this keepsake of you last forever, and in pristine condition if possible. But the noise of the returning peacekeepers forced him to abandon the idea, at least for now. He quickly put his spare uniform on as footsteps were approaching and, just as the door of his dorm opened, he discreetly slipped the fabric stained by his seed inside his pocket.

“Man, training beat my ass today. I think it calls for a beer or two.” Junius told him, as he gathered his towel and soap for the shower. “Let’s go to the hob tonight.”

Music was playing, people were happily chatting and laughing, good spirits filling the old warehouse. Coriolanus only agreed to accompany his colleagues because he was in desperate need of a strong drink to numb his mind, but he didn’t like how the Hob still smelled like coal and sweat, even though it had been abandoned for a while.

The good mood of the residents of district 12, enjoying the music and a drink after a hard day at work, and the apparent excitement of his bunkmates did very little to help lift up his spirits. He had heard better music in the Capitol and clearly, alcohol was far more raffined and tasteful there than here. If anything, the drink he had been served tasted like fermented potatoes. But well, at least it did the job and helped him relax a bit.

But his calmness didn’t last long. His whole body shot up straight and alert when he saw your familiar face among the crowd, smiling at a peacekeeper that wasn’t him. It made sense that, sooner or later, he was going to see you again but he wasn’t expecting you to be the kind to hang out at the Hob late a night. But then, what did he know ? It wasn’t like he had any idea of what kind of person you were. All he really knew was that you were amazing at sucking his dick… It should have been enough. He should move on and stop thinking about it. About you. But he couldn’t.

“Hey boys, do you need a refill ?” You asked them, startling Coriolanus. He had been lost in his thoughts about you again, so deeply that he hadn’t noticed you approaching him and his cock slowly came alive at the sound of your voice.

Junius handed you his empty cup and you winked at him. Then, you turned around to take a look at Coriolanus’s glass, still fairly full.

“I’ll be right back with a cold beer.” You told Junius, smiling at him but barely acknowledging the other peacekeepers’ presence. Including his.

Coriolanus watched you make your way through the dancing crowd all the way to the bar set up in the corner of the warehouse. You slipped behind the counter, filling up Junius’ cup at the same time as you engaged in another conversation, with another peacekeeper.

“I think she was flirting with me.” Junius said, smugly. Smiley agreed, even clapping a hand on his back as a congratulating gesture but his enthusiasm died down once he noticed the way their friend was glaring at both of them.

He didn’t like you smiling so carelessly at everyone. Surely, many other men were as dumb as Junius and would believe that you were openly flirting with them. They’d probably attempt to flirt back. What if that bothered you ? Or worse, what if you liked it ?

And why were you ignoring him ? Out of everyone else here, he should have been the only one worthy of your smiles, and yet, you had barely even glanced at him. Could you have forgotten him ? Impossible. Not when you were obsessing him day and night, surely you must have felt the same. You probably touched yourself at night while thinking about him just like he did when he thought about you. Right ?

You walked back to their little group, handing a cup overflowing with foam to Junius. He paid for his drink, and you slipped the coin he gave you in the pocket of your apron with an enthusiastic thank you. That was when Coriolanus finally noticed what you were wearing today, the same kind of basic shirt you were wearing the other day and the same skirt, still torn and shorter than what he remembered, covered by a stained beige apron.

“Do you work here ?” Coriolanus asked you, finally managing to catch your attention.

“Yes, do you need anything?”

He stared at you for a moment, trying to figure out if you really didn’t remember him or if you were simply pretending, maybe out of politeness in front of his colleagues. But since he couldn’t interpret the fake smile plastered on your face, he shook his head to answer you and you nodded back at him, leaving his group without another glance at him.

He watched as you talked to other men, smiling and even laughing at one peacekeeper’s joke. His friends didn’t notice, thanks to the alcohol they kept gulping down, but he was growing incredibly irritated by your behavior. You didn’t pay him any attention, doing your job and, even when someone needed you to refill their glass nearby where he was standing, you still wouldn’t look at him.

Was he that forgettable ? Maybe. He could understand that you wouldn’t have cared about pleasuring him that much since you got nothing out of it after all, apart from getting out of trouble. He hadn’t exactly blown you away with his skills so how could you know what you missed ? Perhaps you needed him to show you what he was capable of too. Then you’d obsess over him just as much as he did over you.

Yeah, it was a good plan. He’d be a gentleman, approach you politely and sway you with his charm so that you’ll give him a chance to show you how lucky you were to be the center of his attention.

But there you were again, smiling at Junius as you brought him another cup of foaming beer and, judging by how Smiley clapped his bunkmate’s back again, he was about to make a move on you. How stupid could he be ? As if he could ever be your type.

“You know, I was wondering if you’d like to go somewhere more… Quiet ? With me ? You know why.” Junius told you, his wobbly voice betraying how many drinks he had had already. Coriolanus rolled his eyes at his friend’s pathetic attempt to flirt. It was even sadder that he knew Junius would have never dared to even look at you if he hadn’t drank four cups of liquid courage beforehand.

“Maybe later ?” You shrugged, with a smile that made Junius’s eyes go wide in shock. Smiley cheered for his friend because it wasn’t as bad as the refusal they were all expecting, which caused Coriolanus’ blood to boil. What the hell was wrong with you ? “I still have a few hours left in my shift.”

You walked away, leaving both peacekeepers staring in excitement and slight disbelief. Was it a yes ? A promise ? Even Coriolanus wasn’t sure what to make of it but he knew it definitely wasn’t the answer he had hope you’d give his friend.

He downed his cup in frustration - he too in need of a dose of liquid courage after all - and took off after you, following you all the way back to the counter. You didn’t notice him right away, busy filling up a glass for a patron but, when you walked away, he grabbed you by the arm, making you spill the beer over your shirt.

“I need to talk to you.” He said, very aware of a few pairs of eyes staring at him, an array of saviors ready to fly to your rescue if you showed any sign that he was bothering you.

“Crap.” You breathed, trying to clean up the drops that would surely be making your skin sticky later. Coriolanus took the glass out of your hand, placing it on the counter with a thud. You still were ignoring him and he was done being patient.

He dragged you to the door behind the makeshift bar, not knowing where it led but satisfied when he stepped into a supply room, filled with barrels of -most likely illegal - alcohol and a few crates of old bread. He closed the door, feeling instant relief as the music suddenly felt miles away instead of blasting in his ears. You stared at him, crossing your arms over your chest with an expression that made it clear that you weren’t happy with him.

Good, that made two of you.

“Did you suck off every peacekeeper in this District to not even remember me ?”

“I do remember you but I didn’t know we were supposed to be best friends now ?” You replied, your tone impatient. “And what if I did suck everyone off anyway ? Could you really blame me ? Sometimes you’ve got to do what you can to ensure your survival. I’m sure you know what it’s like if you ever knew poverty. Maybe someone in your family had to do the exact same thing. Maybe they’re still doing it, who knows ? That’s just how the world works.”

He had to repress a grimace. He didn’t like to think about what his cousin may have done for their survival… And he liked it even less thinking about you, giving yourself away to all these men for the same reason.

“What do you want ? Another round in exchange of your silence ?” You asked him. It was exactly what he wanted. But now that he knew he was just one out of many others, it didn’t seem that appealing anymore. Not if it meant you’d be able to go on with your life afterwards, without thinking about him while he would stay completely captive of the idea of meeting you again. You looked at him and your eyes suddenly softened, a blush creeping up to your cheeks. “Did you… Did you just want to bring this back to me ? I’m so sorry, I’m so used to other men wanting to take advantage, I assumed you would too.”

Coriolanus was a bit confused by such a change in your behavior, you went from upset with him to relaxed in a matter of seconds and he wasn’t even sure he understood why, until he followed your gaze to the pocket of his uniform, from which the torn piece of your skirt was peeking out. He couldn’t give it back to you. He needed it. And after what he had done to it, he couldn’t even let you touch it. If you did see the dry cum covering the fabric, you’d know how he had lost his mind thinking about you.

“I’m nothing like the others.” Coriolanus stated, a bit vexed that you thought he was.

“I see that now.” You assured him, approaching him with a smile. You were waiting for him to pull the piece of fabric out of his pocket and hand it back to you but he couldn’t. He stayed still, internally panicking and trying to find a way out of it. In front of his silence, your eyes grew weary. “Unless you wanted to ask me something in exchange of it ?”

Dammit. If he didn’t react quickly, you’ll think he’s like the others again. You’ll think he wanted to take advantage of you and now he knew you were far more compliant and friendly when you trusted him to not do that.

“No, of course not.” He said, managing to keep his voice calm and low enough to not betray his panic. “In fact, I came to make sure that we’d be even.”

You raised an eyebrow at his words, curious to hear what he had to say. He smiled, glad that he had managed to catch your attention. Adapting his behavior and words in order to seduce the person in front of him was something he usually was good at, even though he didn’t have that many opportunities to practice his talents anymore.

“What do you mean ?”

Instead of answering, he closed the gap between your bodies and pressed his lips on yours for a passionate kiss he had often dreamed about. He hoped it would be good enough to change your mind, make you forget about the piece of your skirt he had discreetly tugged back into his pocket. But, as much as he wanted to make you lose your mind, his own thoughts grew hazy at how badly he wanted you. That kiss, as hungry and wet as it was, got rid of the last of his restraints. His body surged with desire, drawn to yours like a magnet, hungry like you were the only thing that could save him from starvation.

He reached low and cupped your ass in his large hands, hoisting you up in his arms. A surprised sound escaped your lips but you didn’t protest, circling his waist with your legs to steady yourself in his arms. He took a few steps until you felt the wooden table on which a few crates were stacked and you jumped when you heard the noise of them tumbling to the floor, making room for you instead.

Coriolanus sat you on the now empty table, his gaze wandering to your thighs, your skirt pulled almost all the way up. Both of you watched his hand tentatively reach between your legs, bringing your skirt and apron out of the way and revealing your panties. He trailed a finger over the fabric, feeling the warmth and humidity collecting between your folds. It reminded him of how it felt when his cock slided in your mouth, and the thought of what it might feel like to bury himself in your pussy this time almost made him dizzy with desire.

Every time he had thought about you, he had imagined fucking you sensless. Taking your pussy, shooting his release deep inside you and eventually letting you suck his cock clean afterwards. But, after what you had told him and now that he knew that what you wanted was someone who wouldn’t be egoistic enough to take and never give back, he had no choice but to fight against the almost painful strain of his cock aching for you.

It took all of his willpower to not give in when he slowly brought your panties down your legs. You were so ripe and ready to be fucked already. Was it the effect he had on you ? If he could get you this wet with just a kiss on the lips, he had no doubt that you wouldn’t ignore him ever again. Not after what he was about to do to you. To show you just how different he was from the others. And how he should be the only one allowed to touch you from now on.

He fell to his knees in front of you and parted your wet folds with his tongue. You gasped and his cock painfully twitched at the sound. He held your thighs apart with a strong grip on them. His tongue taking a few licks before pausing to fully taste you.

Delicious.

He licked a few more times, without any pattern in mind, just for the pleasure of tasting you on his tongue over and over again but, from the ragged breaths coming out of your mouth, it seemed that you liked it anyway.

When he felt your bud, right there under the tip of his tongue, he brought himself closer so that he could suck on it, causing you to throw your head back with a moan.

Then, his tongue wandered to the hole he so desperately dreamed about filling with his cock. He brought it past your tight entrance, making his nose press against your sensitive clit which got another moan out of you. Your hand found his head, dragging him even closer to you, as if you wanted him to get even deeper. So he did his best, continuing to gently fuck you with his tongue while the friction of his nose between your folds made your body tremble.

He gasped for air, moving away and instantly regretted it. You were leaning back on the table, one hand squeezing your boob, teeth biting down on your lower lip to keep yourself from being too loud. Your thighs were wide open for him, your pussy glistening with his saliva and your own arousal. Your clit was red, almost swollen from his rough sucking and it took every damn inch of himself to not instantly get up and shove his dick inside you. Your body was practically begging for it, so perfect and ready for him, as if you existed solely to be fucked by him.

But no, he wouldn’t give in. As painful as the perspective of taking care of his erection on his own, under the covers of his bed while his friends would be sleeping was, he was determined to leave an everlasting impression on you this time.

He took a deep breath and shoved his face to your pussy once more, making you whine and beg for release. Once his jaw couldn’t quite follow the rythym you needed anymore, he decided to use his fingers instead, pinching your mistreated bud while his other finger passed the tight ring of your entrance, exploring you deeper than his tongue could. He pushed it as far inside you as he could before he started his back and forth motions, mimicking what he would do if it was his cock filling you up.

He went faster. Faster. Faster. Until you gasped in pleasure, your walls tightening and pulsating around his finger. Your whole body contracted, your thighs closing in around his neck. Your mouth opened to let out a cry and once again, Coriolanus had to fight against his very primitive instincts to keep himself from shoving his hard cock in your mouth to silence your cries.

Once finally your body relaxed, he stood back up, a smug grin on his face. Of course, he would have liked being the one to get a bit of relief - he was still so hard and ready for you - but he felt oddly proud at how strongly you had orgasmed because of him. Surely, if his fingers and mouth could do that, you’d be obsessing and fantasizing about his cock for the rest of the week.

You wiped the sweat from your forehead and adjusted your hair and skirt, a lovely crimson blush on your face. You noticed the impressive buldge in Coriolanus’s pants and pressed a hand against it, wanting to thank him properly for the intense pleasure he had given you but he moved your hand away, shaking his head and kissing you instead.

“You’ve got to work and I have some friends to walk back to the barracks before they do something stupid.” He explained, his body violently protesting and wanting to let you give him some relief too but he was determined to follow his plan. “But maybe we could meet again sometime ?”

You nodded, still seeming a bit struck by the intensity of your orgasm. With a grin, he planted one last kiss on your lips before leaving the supply room, the torn piece of your skirt still securely tugged in his pocket.

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j0eyj0rdis0n · 1 year ago

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hihi, i really love ur writing and I wonder if u could do a s/o who does cheer for a bf team with Jeff + the proxies

Hi love!! I LOVE LOVE LOVE this idea! Honestly I think the creeps would love it too! I hope you enjoy 🖤

S/O WHOS A CHEERLEADER - CREEPS SCHOOL AU

JEFF THE KILLER:

Ohhhhh you got this man GOING

His ego goes absolutely WILD

Seeing you in that cute little skirt got him distracted

It takes a while for him to get back in the game, and by that time the football coach is pissed.

Makes some star plays just to impress you too

The crowd roars as he makes the winning touchdown. But all he cares about is you as he throws off his helmet and comes sprinting towards you with that crazed smile

He'll tackle you into a hug and give you the most loving kiss you'd ever gotten from him

He'll pretend he never did it afterwards so don't expect him to ever "remember"

TIM/MASKY:

Motivates him tenfold

When he realizes you're cheering his name from across the mat he seems to get ten times stronger

Everyone's already scared to wrestle him but when they see the change in his eyes it makes them want to run screaming

Lets just say the round doesn't last much longer when you start your cheers for him

Walks over to you when everything's said and done and picks you up in his huge arms and spins you around, planting a kiss on your forehead with a big smile

"My good luck charm, that's what you are."

BRIAN/HOODIE:

Gives you that big ol' toothy grin when he sees you cheering from the stands

They don't have cheerleaders for baseball games but it warmed his heart to see you all in uniform cheering for him

Makes sure to show off even though it's not exactly hard for him to do so

When he hits a home run he absolutely adores the way you go wild! Sprinting around the bases and giving you a wave and blowing a kiss as he touches home

As the inning changes and he's put in the role of pitcher he makes sure to pose all nice for you. He gives you a show. You better take damn pictures

Also signs a baseball for you ;]

"TICCI" TOBY:

Oh he gets so shy

I doubt the soccer team knows he has a s/o so seeing someone cheering for him was certainly new

As the game gets going he tries his hardest to focus. He is the goalie after all, most of the game relies on his skill.

He doesn't have to try to impress you with his skill

When he throws himself to the side to block the ball he hears your joyful cheers and he can't help but smile

He just saved the game after all

After they've said their good games, he'll run over to you and give you a sweet kiss. You better bet he makes you wear his jersey to school the next day

"D-didn't expect to see you here! My little ch-cheerleader!"

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emeritusemeritus · 21 days ago

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if you’re taking requests can you do fred x artist!reader maybe? it’s okay if not though! (:

Hi love! Let me start by saying I’m sorry that this completely took on a life of its own. I started writing and I couldn’t stop, too engrossed in the story. I wasn’t sure what kind of art you wanted to include so I made the reader a painter/ designer and an all round creative. I’ve sobbed writing this and I’ve even had to split it into two parts because I’ve fallen down a hole and written over 8 thousand words, not joking.

I hope you enjoy! I shall now go and rest 😂🖤

Part 2 will be posted HERE once it is uploaded.

Warnings: ANGST. Sadness, breakups, illusions to cheating, breakup references. Happy ending I promise! Talks of marriage, proposals, Hagrid and his creatures, Fang being the goodest boy. Lots of tears and sadness but it gets better! Not beta read nor spellchecked, apologies for any mistakes. Timeline is a little wonky (picturing it OOTP just before the twins departure but there’s no war/no Umbridge)

Word count: 4.9k [Part 1&2= 8.2k] 😬

The Artist and the Entrepreneur part 1

You walked into your dorm in an exhausted slump, trying desperately not to sigh too loudly of our sheer exhaustion in order to not wake your dorm mates. It was nearly 11:30pm by the time you had made it back to the dorms, having to wake and then calm down the fat lady who was not willing to listen to your explanation of why you were out so late. You needed to bathe and get to sleep, ready for classes the next morning but you could barely function, trying desperately to summon the energy to undress and make your way to the bathrooms. It was a necessary evil but it had to be done and so you dragged your near-lifeless body to the bathroom and began running a bath, which thankfully filled up quickly with almost perfect temperature water. You grimaced as you peeled the uniform away from your body, wincing at a particularly nasty wound on your right forearm which you would attempt to heal after you'd bathed. Your hands were covered in paint, mud and whatever else had made their way under your nails, arms littered with paint splatters and other vague marks.

Sinking down into the water, you forced yourself to stay awake feeling suddenly soothed by the warm water, both physically and mentally. It had been a hard couple of weeks, stretched beyond your means as your timetable suddenly doubled. You were tired, exhausted and still there was another week to go of this madness, but it would all worth it on the end.

You dried quickly, assisting yourself with a flick of your wand and dressed into your pyjamas, hardly managing to scoop up your dirty uniform on your way back to bed.

5am came much quicker than you'd have liked. It was almost as if you'd closed your eyes and opened them again only a minute later. You crawled out of bed trying again to stay silent and reached for the clean set of uniform and robes on the chair beside your bed, kicking the lump of dirty uniform under your bed to deal with later. You slipped into the bathrooms to dress so that you wouldn't wake anyone and slipped down to the common room, pray in that you didn't see anyone on the way. You cast a glance at the boys dormitory staircase and felt a stab of sorrow thinking of Fred and how you'd barely seen him in the past two weeks. You were often gone before breakfast and not back until well past curfew, not that either of the twins ever abided by the rules.

"Oh shush," you said to the fat lady who had begun her usual spiel of sounding the alarm due to you being out of bed out of hours, not listening nor remembering the speech you'd given everyday for the past two weeks as you attempted to sneak out. You couldn't afford to be discovered by the prefects nor any teachers roaming the corridors, as above board as your mission was- you couldn't risk Fred finding out what you were doing.

Sunlight shone through the windows as you made your way around the castle, holding back a shiver at the coldness of the castle in the late March morning, your robes doing very little to shield you from the chill. You crept out of the castle and marvelled at the beautiful first rays of daylight peaking through the trees of the forbidden forest. You looked ahead and saw that smoke was billowing from the chimney of Hagrid's hut, the only sign of life against the otherwise serene backdrop of the forbidden forest. You made your way slowly, enjoying the peaceful walk down to the hut, hoping that Hagrid had put the kettle on in anticipation of your arrival.

"Morning y/n!" Hagrid says with a wide smile, bustling around in the small hut, much too awake for this time in the morning. Fang in stark contrast lay slumped in his bed and half asleep, continuously disturbed by Hagrid's banging. A steaming cup of tea lay waiting for you on the table and you thank him graciously, taking a soothing sip of the hot liquid. You look at the clock on the wall beside the window as see that it's nearly half 5 now, the sun rising in the sky and greeting an almost ethereal light across the magnificent castle, a sight that still amazed you even seven years later.

"Beautiful isn't it?" Hagrid asks, noticing you gazing up at the castle and you share a smile for a moment, the tiredness having faded now thanks to the alarmingly strong cup of tea that you'd now become accustomed to.

"Ready to get to work now?" He asks, watching you drain the last of the tea from the large mug. You try to hide your disappointment from being dragged out once again to the edge of the forest, knowing that you'd signed up for this. You nod with a smile, navigating around the large table as you move towards to door behind Hagrid. You shoot a look towards Fang, wanting to give him a parting stroke but you notice quickly that he's fallen back to sleep and so you leave him alone to snooze, wishing that you could too.

It was nearly half 8 when you walked into the great hall, taking a brief detour to the bathrooms as you washed your hands and to hide any evidence of your morning. Your early start was already catching up to you and you hid a yawn behind the sleeve of your robe as you walked through the doors of the great hall. You checked your robe one last time for any signs of evidence but thankfully you were clear, noticing only a moment later when you took you'll place at the table that there was a great dollop of pint upon your shoe.

"Here she is," George says from across the table, nodding his head towards you as you climbed onto the bench beside Ron in the gap between him and Neville.

"Switch with Y/n Ronald," Fred says from beside him without a hint of a please. Knowing he won't get any manners out of his older brother, Ron complies and shifts up to allow you to sit beside your boyfriend.

"Thanks Ron," you say, trying to hold off the yawn that was threatening to break free at any moment.

"Morning beautiful, you're late," Fred says, his hand slipping across your back as you pour yourself a large glass of pumpkin juice. He frowns at the coldness of your robes beneath his fingers but doesn't say anything. "You overlay again?"

"Yeah," you lie, feeling immediately guilty about the fact. "Snape's set us a load of work, took me ages to figure it out last night. Didn't get a lot of sleep." As if to prove your point, the yawn you'd been suppressing finally escapes with so much force that it makes your eyes water.

You manage to force down some toast, staying quiet as the conversation continues around you. The first bell rings and you barely hold back a sigh, detesting the fact that you'd have to get up again.

"I can walk you to potions?" Fred says, holding his hand out to help you off the bench. You're quick to conceal the paint on your shoe and if he notices, he doesn't say anything.

"And have you late for charms again?" You counter, raising an eyebrow at your boyfriend who just shrugs completely unfazed.

"Haven't seen you much lately, thought you'd been avoiding me."

His words feel like a stab directly to your heart, knowing that you were guilty of avoiding him, though it wasn't in a negative way. Your craved the time with him, of mischief in the late hours and spontaneous moments in hidden corridors and empty classrooms.

"I promise I'm not," you say with a smile, trying to vanquish his idea completely as you lean up to press a kiss to his full lips. His arms immediately grab your waist as he pulls you in for a deeper kiss that borders on inappropriate but you relent, unable to resist after not seeing him properly for so long.

"So, potions?" Fred smirks, pulling away. You chuckle, placing your hands on his chest.

"For me? Yes. For you? No, get to charms," you order playfully, leaning up to give him one last peck on the lips before turning away. "See you at lunch!"

You can hear his boyish chuckle as you walk away down the corridor in the opposite direction of him, praying that he would be entirely too focused on the swishing of your behind and that the paint on your shoe would go entirely unseen.

By lunch you were completely exhausted, too tired to even notice the suspicious side-eyes from the identical twins as they watched you poke around at your food and down a second cup of very strong tea, having outwardly complained that the first one was too weak. Uncharacteristically for them, they said nothing and continued to chatter amongst themselves, keeping the conversation open for you though you didn't give much imput.

"Fancy the black lake tonight, after hours?" Fred whispers in your ear, knowing even without looking that a smirk would be tugging at his lips. You inwardly grimaced, cursing your ridiculous secret plan as you wished more than anything that you could join him. You were running out of excuses now, finding it hard to keep track with what you'd already lied about.

"I can't tonight, got an essay for snape in the morning I've still not finished," you say with a guilty expression, almost wincing as the words too-effortlessly tumble out of your mouth. "Friday night I promise?"

He seems put out almost instantly, never one to be able to conceal his emotions well. He looks frustrated, confused and rejected within seconds of each other and gives a halfhearted nod at your counter offer of Friday instead.

The bell rings signalling the end of lunch and you hope for a kiss before parting but lose all hope when you feel his lips briefly brush your hairline and he runs off to catch up with George and Angelina.

You avoided the common room after classes, choosing instead to sneak down to Hagrid's a little early, thankful for Thursday evening Quidditch practice which meant that you wouldn't cross paths with Fred.

"Y/n, I'm nipping out tomorrow on dumbledores orders, think you could nip down and check in everything while I'm gone?" Hagrid says as you out dutifully complete your given task, hoping to get it done quickly so you could try and salvage a bit of time tonight for Fred. His questions throws you off for long enough that you feel a hot gust of fire breezing past your right ear, followed by a burning sensation in the same spot. He's quick to act and gets you out of harms way before any more damage is done whilst you remain slightly frozen in both fear and contemplation. You knew you couldn't say no, in debt to his generosity and so you simply nodded, already dreading the implications of your acceptance.

It's late once again when you arrive at the common room, only half an hour til curfew, and despite your attempts at hiding your tiredness and attempting to appear happy and neutral, you can't help but feel the guilt swirling in your gut when you see Fred and George pedalling their products to the younger students with wide smiles on their faces and still dressed in their quidditch uniforms. You sneak up to Fred once he's done with a sale and slip behind him, placing your hand on his shoulder to alert him to your presence.

Only, when he turns around his smile slowly fades upon realisation that it's you and your heart immediately begins to break, knowing that it was the other way round. He doesn't instantly reach out for you with his big grabby hands like usual nor does he attempt to kiss you. You try and salvage the situation, putting more effort in, trying to be as normal as possible but he seems to see right through the act.

"Wanna sneak out? I hear the black lake is beautiful this time of night." You say with a smirk, trying desperately to mask your tiredness and to hold it together. He doesn't jump at the chance as you hoped and instead casts a cursory glance to George before turning back to you.

"Can't tonight, got to restock the snack boxes with George," he says, briefly touching your hand before a third year calls his name, hand outstretched ready to buy one of his creations. Your stomach sinks, knowing that it's a lie and the irony of the situation only seems to hurt you more as you feel your eyes well up with fresh tears. You excuse yourself immediately, not even greeting your friends who you can tell are watching the tense exchange and you hope more than anything that no one follows you. You're completely depleted with exhaustion, running on hardly any sleep and completely overworked by your own doing. Suddenly the outcome didn't seem worth it and you regretted ever starting, finding your idea foolish.

You let your tears flow as you shower, passively washing away the fresh marks from the day off your arms, the clear gel and the colourful spatters draining away down the plug hole with your tears. You wince in pain when the water falls directly onto the freshly wounded skin behind your ear and your neck, execrating yourself for missing that spot despite Hagrid's warnings.

Too tired and upset to face going back down to the common room, you give up and reward yourself with an early night, though you feel anything but rewarded.

5am came around once more and more than ever you begrudgingly pulled yourself from the warm bed and slipped into the bathroom, the reminder of Fred's rejection playing on your mind from the second your eyes opened. Had you dreamt about it? Either way his reaction was firmly imprinted on your mind and you couldn't get away from how desperately painful it was to have him reject you like that. You slipped out of the common room on autopilot, closing the door with a little too much force already anticipating the fat lady's usual ranting and slumped off towards Hagrid's hut. The skies looked as sombre and sorrowful as you felt, covering the sky in a dull grey hue that seemed to dull the normally beautiful sunrise. You were quiet this morning, not rude or impolite but simply quiet as you worked alongside Hagrid, consumed by your foreboding thoughts knowing that you would still have to cancel Fred tonight, if he even cared anymore.

Once your morning jobs were complete, you decline any further invite to stay and decide instead to sneak back into the castle for breakfast, hoping you could join your friends and boyfriend like usual. Breakfast had only just begun when you walked into the great hall, having made your usual stop off at the girls bathrooms on the way and you're not surprised when the only person sat at the table is Hermione who's already got her head down in a book. She lifts her head up to greet you happily as you sit opposite her at the table, beginning to place her bookmark on the page she's on but you tell her not to, to enjoy the peace whilst she can. She shoots you a grateful smile and you sit enjoying your second cup of tea in peace, thankful you could make this happen today. You knew it was at the expense of your other jobs and you'd most certainly pay for it in the long run but having half of the morning to reset still felt good.

"Morning," Angelina says as a sits down at the table next to Hermione who this time only says a passive greeting, much too engrossed in her book. Angelina reached immediately for a glass of pumpkin juice before rubbing her eyes and yawning at the early hour.

"Not been sleeping well?" You ask with relative concern for your friend, watching her yawn for a second time within seconds. "Staying up late trying to find a loophole in quidditch rules again?" You joke with a smile, watching as she shoots you a mock glare even though it was most probably true, only to be interrupted by her third yawn.

"I wish! Still never finished reading that rule book," she snorts. "I know there's something there I've missed." She takes a sip of her pumpkin juice and you watch as she swallows down another yawn. "I was at the black lake with the twins last night, didn't get back til late."

It's amazing that you don't choke on your own pumpkin juice as the words glide out of her mouth, your stomach sinking like a stone at the implications. You knew Angelina and there was no malice nor hidden meaning behind her words but it still stings more than getting caught in the path of a Ukrainian Ironbelly. Fred had openly lied to you, had rejected you and had invited Angelina in your place. You're frozen in place by the revelation but Angelina doesn't notice, now heartily tucking into her breakfast, though you do notice hermione peeking over her book to look at you. Tears begin to prickle your eyes as the sinking feeling in your gut consumes you, your thoughts spiralling out of control. He didn't want you anymore, you'd pushed him too far to come back from, all with him in mind.

You barely noticed when Ron, Ginny and Harry appeared at the table but you noticed immediately when you heard two very familiar voices echoing as Fred and George walked into the great hall. You had to leave, you had to get out before then took their places. A part of you, wether it was self-punishment or morbid curiosity wanted to stay and see if Fred would chose to sit next to you, to see if he'd interact with you or be cold and distant but you couldn't do it, knowing that the latter would kill you. You stood up so quickly that you bumped your knee on the bottom of the table with a resounding thud that seemed to draw everyone's attention to you but you didn't stick around to shrivel under their curious gazes. There was no way you could avoid Fred now as he made his way to the table but you couldn't do anything about that. Placing your hand over your mouth, you feigned queasiness and ran out of the hall, straight past Fred and George.

Climbing up the spiralling staircase from potions, your stomach sank when you saw a familiar form resting against one of the pillars in the corridor, his shining red hair leaving no doubt as to who it was. You waited for your fellow classmates to disperse, signalling for Alicia to go ahead with the others, leaving you and Fred alone. You half hoped for the first time ever that you'd gotten the twins mixed up

And that it was actually George that was waiting for you but as you walked over with a faux smile on your face, there was no doubt in your mind that it was Fred.

"Hi," you said, sounding awkward even to your own ears. He gives you a look, apparently having noticed your unusually formal greeting too and reaches out for you as if nothing was wrong. His touch feels wrong, the lies feeling like an impenetrable barrier between you and you don't sink into his touch as you usually did, nor do you make any attempt to reach out for him in return.

"Still want to go to the black lake tonight?" He says, reaching out to play with a strand of your hair from the haphazardly thrown up ponytail. His words feel like a knife, like a taunt of what you missed out in last night. Did he know that you knew about his jaunts last night or was he planning on denying the entire thing and acting like nothing was wrong?

You couldn't bite your tongue any longer, the unyielding sleep deprivation affecting your ability to regulate your emotions and you pulled yourself back out of his reach with a venomous look in your eyes.

"Thought you'd have seen enough of it with Angelina last night,' you spit out, the quickly fading logical part of your brain hardly believing that you were having this conversation with Fred, the downfall of your relationship taking you completely by surprise as it's ungodly pace. He blanches, face flushing pale as his ears turn more and more pink upon hearing your words. His eyes widen momentarily and the sickness in your gut increases as you note how panicked he looks, your fears confirmed that he was intending on not telling you anything.

"Princess," he says, trying to bounce back from his momentary shock as he reaches out for you but you avoid his hand entirely, blocking him by slightly turning your body to the right, away from him.

"My name is y/n," you counter, uncaring for his term of endearment. His brown creases but in a flash it's gone, his gaze now focused on your ear. You watch as his eyes harden, no longer looking guilty as his eyes set into a hard stare that grazes across your face until he finally looks into your eyes, somehow in competition with you for how angry you can gaze at eachother.

"It's not my whereabouts that need questioning though is it?" He says through partially gritted teeth, unrelenting eyes staring into your soul.

"What are you talking about?" You counter, trying desperately to hold onto your anger but it's quickly draining from you under his suspicious scrutiny.

"Seems you forgot to hide that one," he spits, pointing to the mark behind your ear. Your gaze softens immediately as you realise what he's pointing to- the pink mark on your neck. In your haste to not set your hair on fire in potions, you'd quickly tied up your hair and had completely forgotten that the mark on your neck would now be visible.

"Fred," you say, the tables turning on you now as you cower under his powerful gaze.

"Thought it was odd that you kept disappearing," he says with a grumble, his voice sounding so cold and distant that you barely recognise it. "Who is he?"

"What?" You ask suddenly, quietly, completely floored by his accusation, your mouth agape as you look upon the heated gaze of your boyfriend, though you quickly realise it may be the last time you can call him that. Never had you thought that he would have accused you of cheating. Finding out your secret maybe but this? Never.

"You heard me, who is it? Bet it's Towler isn't it," he sneers, almost spitting as he says Kenneth Towler's name to taunt you. "Reckon he's long overdue for a second dose of bulbadox powder."

You're frozen in disbelief at the furthering accusations he's spouting, his mind already wandering back to Kenneth Towler who's skin had erupted into boils during your fifth year thanks to Fred putting Bulbadox powder in his pyjamas when he'd come on to you a bit too strongly during a mid-season Quidditch game. Fred had been so distracted upon seeing Towler attempt to drape his arm around you that it caused him to miss an oncoming bludger that caught the tail end of Wood's broom, throwing him off balance and equating in a deciding goal that had given Ravenclaw the lead, that then resulted in their victory over Gryffindor. Fred had been furious, not at you naturally but at Towler who he'd declared had lost them the whole game and had vowed a form of revenge by adding the bulbadox.

"It is isn't it?" He prods, taking your silence as confirmation.

"No!" You say with vengeance, wanting to shoot down that accusation straight away. "There's no one," you add. He huffs out a humourless laugh that makes your entire body fill with dread.

"Well someone's giving you those marks and it's certainly not me!" He argues, "haven't let me anywhere near you for weeks, which is funny because you're usually up for it whenever."

Your blood runs cold at his words and you resist the instinctual urge to slap him right across his stupid face. It's like the four years of your relationship have been nothing to him; pulled apart and mocked by one single comment that now made you question everything. Was that all it was to him? Were you just easy and available? You felt physically sick by the thought and you were certain that nothing had ever hurt you so deeply before. The boy you'd fallen so helplessly in love for, the one with the fire red hair and the cheeky grin that only ever seemed to have eyes for you had changed so quickly right before your eyes. The very boy that had supported all of your creative dreams, encouraging you to keep painting and keep creating even when you doubted yourself or lacked inspiration. Merlin, most of the time he was your inspiration.

You realise that there's nothing left to say, that any further attempt to defend yourself will only fall on deaf ears and by his last comment, you weren't sure it was worth trying to salvage the joke that had been your relationship. You thought of the secret you'd be hiding, of the real reason you had been sneaking away and lying to him, so far away from his assumption that it was almost laughable- but now completely void of any importance. There was no coming back from this. What you assumed to have been love for the past four years had completely disappeared from his eyes and you knew from this moment onwards that all you would ever see when he gazed upon you would be pure disdain.

It feels like every bone is breaking in your body simultaneously as you walk away, like your heart is directly under the cruciatus curse with the sheer volume of anguish within your body. You've never felt pain like it, completely unable to distinguish exactly where it hurts or why. You let vision is blurred and your body physically hurts, your ears ringing from the screams of pain that resonate around your head but are trapped inside your mind. You don't look at Fred, you can't, nor can you bear to listen for him calling out to you as you walk away, the last glimmer of hope gone.

You consider returning to your dorm and locking yourself away for the foreseeable future, skipping all of your classes and sobbing until you can't anymore as you body screams for you to do but you can't. You can't let anyone see you like that, nor would you be able to answer anyone's questions or deal with their stares. And so, you run to the one place you knew you'd be safe.

Fang greets you enthusiastically the second you push through the door to the empty hut and collapse against the door with a roaring cry. The anguish in your cries is one that you'd never heard emitted from yourself or any other human and you no longer fight back the floods of tears that fall down your face like an unstoppable river that had broken the dam. Fang, sensing your distress, walks over to you and calmly sits beside you, placing his huge head in your lap as you cry. You hold on to the lovable boarhound like an oversized teddy bear as the tears flow, uncaring about the inevitable puddle of drool that he'll leave in your lap, the comfort of the sweet dog more needed than ever.

You don't know how long you sit there crying with your pal by your side for every moment but eventually the tears begin to slow, your breath finally evening out though your heart still pounds, much like your head. Fang lifts his head slightly, his big eyes peering into yours and you give him a thankful smile through the tears, even if he doesn't know exactly what you're trying to convey. He gives your arm a little nudge and in your near delusional state, you assume that it's a reply to your thankfulness. You chuckle, giving him a good scratch of appreciation on his wrinkled forehead at the absurdity of the situation, but you'd be forever thankful that of all things, Fang was the only one that had held you together in your darkest moment.

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violetmuses · 3 months ago

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Versus - A. Aretas (Part II) ❤️‍🩹

Title: Versus - A. Aretas (Part II) ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: Following the death of Isabel Aretas, Armando crosses paths with you again.

Versus - Part I 🖤

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2024

Unexpected knocking rattled against the front door of your home this evening and you scrambled to cover up, not relaxing yet.

Your RING camera signaled two famous men who stood on the porch right now:

Your own comrade from the Miami Police Department, Detective Mike Lowrey, joined his longtime partner and best friend Marcus Burnett.

“What the hell, Mike?” Opening their entrance, you welcomed both friends inside and shut the front door. There's just no other choice.

“I'm really sorry for bothering you like this, but it's an emergency.” Mike hardly sat down.

Intelligence agencies whispered that late Miami Captain Conrad Howard muddled with the cartel for years.

Who knows what could happen if garbage ruined Cap’s legacy now?

“What happened? I've heard some things about Captain…” You trailed.

“Marcus and I can prove that Cap is innocent, but…” Mike paused when your RING Camera signaled again.

You didn't recognize the stranger who joined this doorstep, at least not yet.

Wearing this Bud Light shirt, the man chose one trucker hat which veiled his eyes. Jeans covered both legs and boots or sneakers walked along.

“Mike, do you know who's waiting at the door right now?” You questioned Lowrey just in case.

“Shit!” Mike cursed as an immediate response tonight.

Even Marcus stopped playing around and cringed silently for once.

“What's going on?” You arched your brow toward Mike, puzzled.

“That's Arman…” Mike hardly finished speaking before you exposed one of your firearms upon realization.

“We need Armando for the case, all right?” Mike wanted control. “Put your gun down.”

“Mike…” You wouldn't listen. “Bring him in here. I dare you!”

“We need him and he's my son.” Mike revealed brand-new info this time around.

“Your…” Your voice whispered as Mike disarmed you regardless.

“Let Armando through.” Mike eased. “We can't solve this case without his help.”

“Fine.” You accepted reality.

After closing both eyes, you walk back to this front door and view the presence of your enemy: Armando Aretas.

Tension burns in that living room when you shut the door again and silence nearly drowns all four of you.

_____

“AMMO couldn't help?” You offered that question to Mike while everyone looked through files.

“Dorn referred us near you.” Mike acknowledged one of the department's tech geniuses. “Armando can identify whoever framed Cap.”

“Just promise me something. ” You continued working.

"Yeah?" Mike asked you.

“When the team finds this monster, kill him.” You don't make eye contact with Lowrey. “No more dark headlines."

“Deal.” Mike nodded toward you just when Armando pulled another flash drive.

The silent trade is quick and you load material on this computer once more.

“It's him.” Armando observed this grayscale picture of one man with bright hair, confirming.

“You sure?” Mike glanced toward his son and checked.

“That's who ordered the hit.” Aretas spoke up again.

“James McGrath: Former Army Ranger turned DEA agent. Tortured before joining the cartel himself.” You detailed highlights of McGrath’s own criminal history.

“That's it. We got a name.” Mike took charge while speaking to Armando and Marcus. “Let's reconvene in the morning with a plan and get outta here.”

“Plenty of room.” You say, shutting down work for good.

______

“Thank you.” By morning, Mike, Marcus and Armando would leave your home while sporting tactical uniforms.

“Of course.” You nodded to Mike and Marcus, but Armando paused at the front door, looking in your direction.

“I'm sorr…” Both of you struggled with the much-needed apology.

This mutual grudge needed to fade out because life called so much more than pain.

Watching Armando leave, your heart shattered.

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bleach-your-panties · 1 year ago

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💔the pathological liar - pro hero! yo shindou x fem! pro hero! gf! reader

warnings: characters aged up to 20+, lying, cheating, arguing, manipulation, gaslighting, sexual activities, non-con (reader does say no), dub-con, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, name-calling, physical struggles, physical fighting (one-sided, so assault?), reader has a smart ass mouth and is kinda toxic as well, slight!yandere!yo, toxic relationships, toxic mindsets, false imprisonment, triggering subject at the end. read at your own risk!

☠️: some dialogue/actions inspired by true events.

💔: banner images from pinterest.

💔: banner made by me with canva.

post themes: say my name - destiny's child

confessions, parts I & II - usher

take a bow - rihanna

shake it off - mariah carey

💔 3.5k words

💔read in dark mode for best experience!

🖤series 🖤touya.

—--

I know you say that I am assuming things

Something's going down that's the way it seems

Shouldn't be no reason why you're acting strange

If nobody's holding you back from me

'Cause I know how you usually do

When you're saying everything to me times two

Why can't you just tell the truth?

If somebody's there, then tell me who

—--

"Baby, ain't nothing good. It's all bad."

—--

'Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice message system:

"Shindou, Yo". Cannot come to the phone right now, please leave your message at the tone-'

Before the recording could finish, you were throwing your iPhone across your bed as you shrugged your backpack off of your shoulders.

Your boyfriend, Yo Shindou, never answered his phone when you called. Never when you called, but he'd always immediately send a text or call you back hours later, claiming that his phone was dead or that he'd misplaced it somewhere at the agency.

Like now, for example.

'ding'

'Sorry babe, got caught up in something last minute at the agency. Call you back when I'm home. Love you.'

You scoffed as you read over the message.

You wouldn't be getting a call back, that much you knew for certain.

With a sudden urge to be petty, you texted back:

'Something like what, Yo? Another bitch's pussy? Yeah, people at my agency are starting to talk and guess who's the topic of conversation? Just know that the label of 'cheating boyfriend' won't do your "picture perfect" image any justice. Bitch.'

After hitting send, you tossed the phone back onto your bed and that was where it would lay until you got out of the shower.

As soon as your bathroom door closed, the phone vibrated with another text.

'Oh, so we're doing this shit again? Bet. I'll be over in 20.'

—

After moisturizing your body and putting on some pajamas, you climbed into bed and pulled out the book that you'd been reading. Leaving your phone discarded somewhere in the covers.

It was starting to get to one of the more interesting parts when a chorus of loud, booming knocks came on your front door.

"Who in the fuck?" You threw the covers back furiously and slipped your fluffy slippers on.

You walked out of your room and down the hallway, the beating at the door only growing more intense as you sucked your teeth.

"I'm coming, dammit!"

Pulling the door open without checking the peephole first would be your first mistake of the night.

When the messy mop of dark locks, green/yellow hero uniform, and chiseled pecs came into your view, you immediately tried to slam the door shut. Yo wasn't having any of that.

He grabbed the edge of the door, wedging half of his body inside of your apartment before he pushed it forward with force, making it slam and bounce off of the wall.

Once his boots made contact with the carpeted floor of your apartment, you took multiple steps back, putting about two feet of distance between the two of you.

"What's wrong, baby? You don't look too happy to see me."

Scoffing harshly, you bit your bottom lip between your teeth as you glared up at him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, huh? Beating on my goddamn door like you've lost your mind. Thought you were caught up in something? That just goes to show that all you do is fucking lie. You bitch."

Yo just looked at you with his face scrunched up. He was clearly irritated with your antics, especially the name-calling. Kicking off his boots, he began to walk towards you.

"Stop fucking being difficult, Y/N. You know, baby, if you missed me and wanted some dick, all you had to do was ask nicely."

He said in that irritating, condescending tone that he always uses when talking to those that he feels are beneath him. You being one of those. Even though you're a pro-hero just like he is.

Not believing what you were hearing, your mouth dropped open. You could feel the blood begin to rise in your ears, loud and whooshing against your skull.

A dry chuckle then left your lips.

"You think…that all of this is because I want some dick? Trust me, sweetie, if I just wanted some dick I could go get it from any one of your co-workers. A lot of them have been giving me the eye, you know. Especially since you're never around and I just changed up my hero uniform, so the skirt is short-"

Yo cut you off by grabbing you by the biceps and yanking you towards him, making you stumble and throw your arms out to try to balance yourself before he then slammed you up against the wall.

"Don't fucking play with me, Y/N. If you know what's good for you, you'll think twice about trying to entertain one of those bastards. Especially-"

"Especially who? Bakugou? Oh, he'd be my first choice if I were to step out on you." You smirked up at him.

He snarled. Your smirk widened as you could physically hear him grinding his teeth.

Yo was quiet for a moment, just glaring at you as you stared right back at him with a bored look on your face. You even went as far as to yawn.

"Yeah, it's not so fun when the rabbit has the gun, huh?"

He didn't answer, but instead pulled you off of the wall and hoisted you up over his shoulder. A big hand came up and smacked forcefully against your ass.

"That's alright. I know how to fix you." He chortled darkly, moving away to begin walking down the hallway to your bedroom.

"I don't want your community ass dick! Put me down, Yo!"

He just ignored you and kicked open the door to the room.

"Sure you don't. You always do this shit to get my attention, Y/N. Catch an attitude, start a stupid ass argument, and then I fuck it out of you. Same shit, different goddamn day, baby."

Yo said after tossing you onto the bed, making your forgotten phone flop onto the floor. He gave it a puzzled look.

"Oh, so that's why you seemed so surprised to see me. You didn't read my text."

He chuckled, reaching to grab your hip to flip you over onto your stomach as if you were a pancake.

Rough hands began to caress your feet, ankles, and legs, all the way up to your inner thighs and bottom of your ass cheeks, just under the hem of your nightdress.

"No panties? Yeah, you were definitely planning on getting dicked down tonight, you needy little slut."

SMACK

Your back arched off of the bed at the painful stinging of Yo's slaps. His hands felt heavy as lead as they connected with your soft flesh.

SMACK

"Where are you going? Thought you liked when I spank you, huh?"

Yo wrapped an arm around your waist to bring you back when you tried crawling up the bed to escape him.

"Stop it, Yo…hurts…" You whined.

"It hurts, Yo, please stop." He mocked. "Stop being a fucking brat, then."

He grabbed one of your ass cheeks and squeezed hard, making you moan out involuntarily.

"Moaning like this but you don't want my dick? I bet you're dripping fucking wet for me right now, Y/N. Dare me to check?"

You didn't respond, which prompted Yo to do as he suggested and slip two fingers underneath you between your ass cheeks to get to your slick folds.

"Damn baby, all this for me, yeah? Only me."

He growled. With his large hand, he covered your entire bare pussy and activated his Quirk.

A harsh shiver wracked through your entire body, another soft moan leaving your lips. Yo only pressed harder, moving his fingertips to graze over your clit repeatedly.

"Y-Yo…please, daddy…" You whined, making him smirk down at you. He increased the vibration of his fingers along with rubbing your clit from side to side.

"Say you're sorry for bringing up Bakugou and I might let you feel this fat dick next..." Yo rested his upper body against your back and snaked his free arm under you to hold you up off the bed just a bit.

"No..I'm…n-not sorry. I meant it. Oh fuck!"

Yo grimaced before grabbing you and flipping you back over onto your back.

"What did you say?"

Your e/c eyes were wet with unshed tears as you frowned up at his handsome face. You didn't falter.

"You heard me."

"I thought I told you that if you know what's good for you, you won't even think about that motherfucker!" He seethed.

"I obviously don't know what's good for me if I'm still fucking around with you!"

Before you knew what was happening, Yo had pinned you to the bed by your throat. Moving between your legs, he used his knees to spread them.

"Yo, stop!"

"Shut up, bitch. You'll learn to stop pissing me off one day."

His belt hit the bed as he undid it, his black pants and underwear soon following it. You tried to pull your legs up, but he surged forward, pushing his hard dick inside you with one thrust.

Head falling back against the soft mattress, you couldn't help but keen as Yo began a rough, fast pace. He gripped your calf to pull you closer and stretch you open wider for him.

"Yes, Yo…right there! I'm going to cum!"

Yo grunted in response, trying to hold back from cumming himself.

"Yeah, baby? My fingers got you all ready to cum on my dick? Let it go then, oh shit."

He sped up even more, making your free breasts bounce outside of your nightgown and the headboard hit the wall. It already had a small dent in it from your previous heated romps, but neither of you seemed to care very much.

It could be painted over once you moved out.

"Oh God, I…!"

Your release splashed against Yo's pelvis and drenched the sheets beneath you.

"Ah, fuck. Yeah, made that little pussy squirt, huh? Stay still for me, baby. I'm about to nut."

Your eyes widened. "Yo, no. You're not wearing a condom and I haven't replaced my NuvaRing yet!"

It had been out for five days now while you waited on your doctor to send in a new prescription.

That didn't stop him. Either he was too deep into his impending orgasm to hear you, or he was flat out ignoring you.

"Yo!"

"SHIT! AGHH!"

Blind fury clouded your vision while Yo's was clouded for a completely different reason altogether.

"Damn…" He breathed out, making sure to stay deep inside you until he was finished cumming.

Once you got your bearings, you sat up abruptly, making Yo stumble back onto his elbows. He sucked his teeth once he saw your angered face.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? You don't want to have my baby?"

"Yo, we're both in our early 20's at the height of our hero careers. We're nowhere near ready for a damn baby!"

The raven-haired man was about to respond until a soft, vibrating sound silenced the both of you.

You slowly swung your legs over the side of the bed, searching for the source of the noise.

Bending down, you surveyed the floor briefly. Your forgotten cell phone lay halfway underneath the bed.

It's not your phone going off.

Yo could've been mistaken for a ghost; you watched his face blanch white while he patted the pockets of his discarded pants searching for the missing device.

A race against time, but you spotted it first.

With the rectangular device being tangled in your covers, Yo almost knocked you off the bed trying to get to it, but you were way faster than him. It was already in your hand.

tatas💕: my appointment is at 3pm tomorrow. are you going to be able to make it?

You scrunched your nose and swatted Yo's hand away while reading the text.

"Appointment? What is this about, and why does Tatami need you there?"

Cold e/c eyes turned to stone while you watched Yo fidget nervously. This is one of the only times you've seen him like this; the other when he asked you out for the first time.

"Y/N…do you love me?"

"What kind of question is that, Yo? If I didn't, would I still be with you?"

"Unconditionally?"

Your nose scrunched. Something isn't right…

You knew all about Tatami. Yo's ex-girlfriend from high school. He told you that he broke it off during their third year because she was becoming too clingy. You'd even met her once, when you had a joint mission with her agency.

"Yes…"

"Say you'll never leave me?"

Oh hell no. He was asking too many questions now.

"What did you do, Yo? Huh?!"

He just hung his head. His phone vibrated again in your hand.

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Everything that I've been doing is all bad

I've got a chick on the side

With the crib and the ride

I've been telling you so many lies

Aint none good, it's all bad

And I just wanna confess, it's been going on so long

Girl I been doing you so wrong and I want you to know that

----

"Everytime you called my phone, I wasn't at the agency working overtime…I..I was with Tatami."

A long, loud sigh left your lips. Your free hand came up, knuckles resting against your forehead.

I don't want to look, but I know I have to…

"Y/N.." Yo warned.

new message

"Y/N, please, baby…"

tatas💕: i know the doctor said that we won't know the sex until about 20 weeks, but i can't help being so excited! we're possibly going to have a little yo running around soon! 👶🏻

Your grip on the phone tightened.

----

If I could turn back the hands of time

And start all over I would

Instead of everything being all bad, baby

Everything'll be all good

I know today is the day that I end all the lying and the playing and the bullshit, girl

----

"Y/N, I'm sorr-"

WHAM!

Your knuckles that you'd been resting against your forehead went across Yo's face at the speed of light. You punched him hard as hell in his face, making him tumble over and off the foot of the bed. The sight would've been hilarious if you weren't so fucking pissed.

"I knew I was right…." You chuckled. "I fucking knew it. You knew that she was pregnant, too. You've known for months."

Yo looked up at you with big, watery eyes full of regret. Almost like he was a different person entirely.

One hand clutched his throbbing cheek. You'd hit him so hard that his lower lip busted. His perfect face would soon be discolored black and blue, across his forehead, nose (that was also bleeding now), and right eye.

"I'm sorry! Baby, I'm sorry!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YO! YOU'RE ONLY SORRY BECAUSE YOU GOT FUCKING CAUGHT!" You raged. You lunged off the bed at him and started hitting him everywhere, as hard as you could. You even grabbed two handfuls of his black hair and yanked his head around.

Yo finally grabbed your arms and pinned them against your chest. You'd grown exhausted, so you just let yourself fall against his naked chest.

A bitter chuckle, then the tears, hot and angry. You couldn't hold them any longer as you looked up at Yo, staring at his swollen, beaten face.

"You're so fucking ugly when you cry. What the fuck are you crying for, huh? I'm the one that got cheated on. Lied to, played with, manipulated."

"Not only did you fucking lie to me and cheat on me, but you fucked around and got the bitch pregnant, too. This has got to be a joke."

Yo slowly crawled up from the floor with you in his arms, blood dripping down his nose and lip, staining the carpet, then the bedsheets while you covered your face with your hands and sobbed.

He cradled you gently and laid his head against yours, lips kissing at the temples.

"Baby, please…we can work this out. I don't love her. I love you, but I…I still want to be there for the baby…"

Your brokenhearted wails only increased in volume.

"Don't cry, baby. I promise I'll be here for you and our baby, too."

—-

Three Months Later

Yo made good on his word to be there for you.

Shortly after his "confession", you found out that you were pregnant as well.

Tatami is currently six months along, while you're only three.

Turns out that all of this was a part of Yo's twisted plan.

Instead of your late birth control being due to your doctor's or the pharmacy's incompetence, it was Yo who called the doctor's office pretending to be your husband and had them cancel your refill request.

Yo then demanded suggested that you take time off from hero work while you were carrying his child, which you slightly agreed with, but still did so with reluctance.

You don't know how he did it, but you guessed being one of the top 20 heroes carried with it a lot of weight for him to be able to take off enough to make it to all of yours and Tatami's appointments.

He even moved you out of your apartment and into his. Into your own room.

The reason that you had your own room was because Tatami ended up losing her apartment due to being out of work, so Yo moved her in as well.

With the way that the living arrangements had been set up, you and Tatami might as well have been sister wives.

To attempt to keep things "fair" between the both of you, Yo would designate certain nights where either of you would get to sleep in the room with him. So neither of you would feel neglected by him.

His heart was in the right place, wasn't it?

Even when you could clearly hear the whispered moans and soft creaking of the bed from Yo's room on Tatami's nights.

No matter how you tried to make yourself not hear it.

Yo didn't want you stressing out, he claimed, so he bought you many expensive gifts and gadgets to help you get a good night's rest.

None of them worked.

Not when the walls in that apartment were paper thin.

Many nights you cried and raged to yourself.

Obviously all of that stress wasn't healthy for the baby.

Which leads you to today.

A pair of dark sunglasses hiding your eyes along with a long trench coat and hat to conceal the rest of your persona.

They were loud and jarring as you walked in, but your world had gone numb three months ago. Now you were trapped inside your own world as you stepped up three flat steps into a white, brick building.

A ghost clutching a brown clipboard only made the atmosphere even gloomier before whisking you away from the judgemental eyes and into a plainly decorated room with blue walls.

She read over the papers first then handed the clipboard to you, one more questioning look being shot your way.

You just gave a simple nod.

—-

"You have reached the voicemail box of L/n, Y/n. I can't come to the phone right now, but leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!"

BEEP.

Yo sighed heavily and put his head in his hands before standing up to walk out of your completely barren bedroom.

Before he closed the door, he whispered softly,

"Why, Y/n?"

Your location on his phone showed him exactly where you were.

—-

Gotta make that move

Find somebody who

Appreciates all the love I give

Boy, I gotta

Gotta do what's best for me

Baby and that means I gotta shake you off

—--

a/n: i think this piece was a pretty strong start to the series! i'm really proud of it! stay tuned, there's plenty more bullshit to come!

*remember, if you get angry enough at your partner that you feel like wanting to put your hands on them, just walk away!

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kittyofalltrades · 2 years ago

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merry ficmas, darling x

I would love to see some fake dating at a company holiday party with General Hux. and you know me, I want it smutty.

please and thanks 🖤

Mandatory Christmas Fun

A morale building Christmas party with the first order.

Words: 2186

beta: @welcometostayingawake (ILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Rating: explicit 18+ only minors DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: Pet names (Pet), Fingering, Oral (f rec), Unprotected PinV wrap it before you tap it!!!!!, creampie

Hux sneered for the third time that night when somebody approached to greet you. You were his date to the ridiculous Christmas party, the party he hadn’t wanted to come to, but the Supreme Leader had required it to build morale. So, at the last second, while you were passing him a datapad, he’d blurted out his invitation to you.

“The office holiday party- I’d like you to be my date,” he’d grumbled, barely able to keep the sneer off his face or out of his voice.

“Are you asking me on a date?” you’d asked slowly, wide eyed. You’d never expected General Hux to acknowledge your presence, let alone ask you out.

“No, Captain, I am asking you to be my companion for the evening. Nothing remotely romantic,” he clarified.

His clarification hurt your feelings, as you’d been harboring a crush on your tall ginger commander since you first started working on the same star destroyer. His slender frame, long-fingered hands and steel-blue eyes were seared in your brain. Even his sneer made your heart flutter with excitement. You’d thought he’d eventually see you as an asset or at least a woman giving you an opening, but no. Now, here he was telling you there was nothing remotely romantic possible between you two. Fine.

“I’ll go on this fake date with you, but only on one condition: I want a transfer,” you told him.

He quirked an eyebrow at you, but nodded his agreement at your request. Hux wouldn’t file the paperwork until after the party just in case you changed your mind. He didn’t want to lose somebody as efficient or thorough as you.

Later that evening, when he saw you dressed for the party, he regretted agreeing to your terms. He didn’t know where you’d conjured the sparkly red dress you wore, but it hugged your curves, giving a tantalizing glimpse of what was usually hidden under your uniform. He spent a few long seconds staring at your cleavage before offering you his arm, guiding you to the banquet hall. Hux tried not to dwell on the fact that it had been months since he’d had something other than his hand or the fact you were practically wrapped up for him pretty as a picture as the two of you walked to the hall.

“You look nice,” You told him, taking in the white button-up shirt and dark pants he wore. He brushed off the compliment because he felt it was too close to his uniform, as he didn’t own many casual clothes.

The banquet hall was lively for an event that was considered mandatory fun, trees and twinkling lights lined the hall while off duty troopers circulated with trays of food and drinks. When a droid carrying a tray of drinks passed by, Hux grabbed two flutes and quickly passed one over to you. After your second drink, you made a valiant effort to make small talk, but Hux only responded with one word answers. Soon your attention turned to your friends that were flitting around the room and Hux lost himself in thoughts of how pretty you looked in the red dress.

Your laugh pulled Hux from his thoughts. Some lower ranked officer was trying to flirt with you even with his arm draped around you. He shifted his hand to your waist, pulling you tight to him in a possessive gesture that sent the other officer scurrying away.

“Why the hell did you do that?” you hissed at him. He wasn’t going to fulfill your needs so why would he run off somebody that would?

“You’re my date,” he said smoothly. “And I don’t take kindly to others toying with my possessions.”

“Your date? Barely. All you’ve done is sneer and ignore me the entire evening. If this was a proper date, I’d have ditched you two hours ago,” you told him harshly. “I am ditching you the second those transfer papers go through. I’m out of here and away from you.”

“You’re transferring to get away from me?” Hux asked inquisitively. He hadn’t expected that revelation.

“Yes, away from you! You arrogant, selfish, self-centered, egomaniac that didn’t notice the girl that went above and beyond for you for two years straight. Making sure you were taken care of, dealing with Kylo Ren so you wouldn’t have to. Even fucking Ren told me you didn’t appreciate me. Do you know how embarrassing it is for the man that kills for sport to say that?” You inhaled sharply to catch your breath, making your chest heave quickly.

Hux arched an eyebrow at your tirade, which set you off again.

“Then you ask me out, getting my hopes up just to dash them in the same breath. A date, but not an actual date, just another thing to keep up appearances. Then when I turn my attention to somebody that wants me, you decide to be a massive fucking cockblock,” you ranted angrily.

The drinks you’d had loosened your lips far more than you would have liked but there was no going back from this. Turning on your heel, you stormed out of the banquet hall, away from him and the people that just heard you rip into the highest ranking officer on the star destroyer. You swore when you realised that you’d probably just ruined your entire life and career over an unrequited crush. Once in the clear, you leaned against the nearest wall and covered your face with your hands, wondering how you’d ever come back from this.

“That language is unbefitting of an officer of your station,” Hux’s stern voice said from in front of you.

“I’m assuming you wouldn’t take kindly to me telling you to fuck off then,” you asked from behind your hands. The last patience you had for him had worn thin earlier in the evening.

“No, I wouldn’t. We are going to discuss your little outburst,” Hux hissed. He gripped your arm and practically dragged you into the nearest abandoned office. He pulled you deeper into the dark room, leaving you barely able to see save for a nearby control panel.

“What do you want to discuss, Si–” Hux’s lips crushing against yours stopped your words in an instant. He kissed you urgently, working his lips against yours in a feverish, desperate manner. He swiftly pushed his tongue past your lips, licking into your mouth eagerly, tasting you. Responding to his advances, a surprised ‘mmph’ left you as you kissed him back. While your tongues tangled together, you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him tighter to your body, wanting to feel every inch of him.

Without breaking the kiss, Hux hoisted you up onto the control panel, backlighting you to perfection. You felt a few switches pressing into your ass but you couldn’t be bothered when he knelt between your legs. He looked up at you from under his long lashes while he worked his hand up your thighs. You bit your lip in anticipation, as you’d been waiting for this moment for years. When his hands stopped at the edge of your dress, you gave him a soft whine of frustration. You shimmied your hips closer to his face trying to motivate him to move further up, to touch you where you needed but he remained frozen in place watching you.

“Please. I want you,” you pleaded.

Hux nodded his understanding with a quiet “I know” and pushed his hands up your skirt to snag your panties, pulling them off quickly. You watched as he brought your leg up to his shoulder staring at your pussy in lust. He lifted his hand, running his slender finger from your clit down to your slit and collecting your juices. He brought his finger to his mouth, sucking it clean, and the groan he let out made the action seem even more obscene.

Hux buried his face in your pussy, making messy work of you while he ate your pussy like it was his last meal. He licked across your slit, enjoying the taste of you before slowly dragging his tongue across your clit. He repeated the process twice more before dedicating his time to spelling out his name on your clit with his tongue, sending jolts of pleasure through you. General Armitage Hux was spelled out repeatedly while you shuddered above him, whining desperately for more.

“Hux–more, please,” you pleaded while you reached down to grip his ginger locks.

You felt him smile against your clit before he pulled away. He applied his thumb to your clit working small lazy circles against your sensitive nub with a devilish smile. “Ask nicer than that, pet,” Hux cooed up at you. Of course he would call you that. “Tell me how much you want my cock. How you want me to send you back to the party dripping.”

“Pleasepleaseplease,” you begged him.

“Please what, pet?” he asked gently.

“Fuck me, please…. give me your cock… I need it.”

Hux pulled his finger away from your clit, tapping your lips with the slick coated digit. You sucked his fingers clean, tasting yourself and making him groan again as your tongue swirled around his digits. “We are going to have to work on your manners, but for now that will do.”

He pulled you off the control panel, spinning you around to bend you over the cool metal. You whined when your chest made contact with random buttons and controls. You heard the rustle of clothes followed by the clink of his belt hitting the floor, anticipation running through your bones. He ran his finger across your soaked slit before pushing two fingers into your sopping core, moaning at how tight and wet you were for him.

He moaned louder when you worked back onto his fingers chasing your own pleasure while he watched. Hux had heard the eagerness in your voice but seeing it in action was entirely different. He added a third finger to your hole and his cock gave a twitch when you moaned obscenely.

You rocked your hips backwards against him, feeling your orgasm building quickly. The filthy sound that surrounded you spurred you on faster. “Cum for me, pet,” Hux told you while he brushed his thumb over your clit. That sent you into a spiral, stars flashing across your vision as pleasure overcame you making your legs tremble while you came.

You slumped against the control panel, closing your eyes against the light that suddenly seemed too bright for your eyes. Hux pulled his fingers from your pussy and tapped the head of his cock against your clit, pulling a whimper from you. He lined up with your entrance and snapped his hips forward filling you in one smooth motion, your arousal making it easy for him. He drew out almost fully, snapping his hips forward filling you again, his hands pressing your lower back into the table. With each snap of his hips into you, your musical moans filled his ears.

He gripped you shoulders, pulling you upright and setting a punishing pace into your cunt. His groans in your ear were driving you toward your release quicker than you expected. He held you tight to his chest, pulling a high, broken sound from you as he sank his teeth into your skin, effectively marking you.

“Cum on my cock, pet,” He growled into your neck. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing small, fast circles intent on forcing you over the edge.

Your orgasm hit you like a runaway speeder and you came screaming on Hux’s cock, making your legs give out and your body twitch. Hux didn’t stop thrusting, he held you in place and kept fucking you roughly, using you for his own pleasure. Your third orgasm slowly crept up on you while he held you tight against his body.

“Gonna cum in this pretty pussy and send you back to the party. I’m gonna make you talk to that officer while my cum leaks out of you,” he groaned against your ear.

Your peak washed over you weakly with a strangled moan at the filthy image he painted and this time you felt Hux’s cock twitch as a flood of warmth shot inside you. He released you, letting you sag onto the control panel while you both struggled to catch your breath.

He pulled out of you as he caught his breath. Once he tucked himself away, he helped you off the control panel and back into your panties, tidying you up. When the two of you were dressed again, he grasped your hand and pulled you out of the room back toward the banquet hall and the party.

“Oh, by the way, your transfer request is denied,” He told you with a soft smile that left you blinking dumbly with your heart in your throat.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

This time when you returned to the party to mingle, there was no more sneering, and you even pulled a few soft laughs from him. Maybe this fake date hadn’t been a bust after all.

#general hux #armitage hux #star wars #armitage hux x reader

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fangirlstorycreator · 1 year ago

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Hello! 🖤 I was wondering if you could write about CK Terry meeting a young woman at a gala event or something, she's a server/waitress, making sure guests have food and drink and her smile catches Terry's eye. She plays hard to get, teases etc, he loves it & things get a little steamy in a back room and then live happily ever after? 🥹 Terry deserves loovveeeee. Lol.

Absolutely I can do that for you 😁 Thank you for sending me this 💚 my apologies for the delay too 🤦‍♀️💚

Contains: s#xual content, s#xual intercourse

It was going to be a very busy night, you had been asked to come in a lot earlier because of the gala event. There was going to be too many people to count, and lots of them were going to be rich people. You were one of those people who thinks that just because someone has more money, they shouldn't just get more respect. Everyone is equal, it's about who you are and not what your bank account says, unfortunately, your bank account looks like it should have spider webs around it with how little you get paid. But if it got you a roof over your head and food in your belly, that's all you can ask for. You had an allowance given to you for your uniform, but that was all spent on it, you had to wear very specific outfits for your work, and you had to look your best, hence why whenever you weren't working, jogging bottoms and hoodies were like a best friend. To be fair, your work clothes weren't all bad, they did make you look very stylish. And you couldn't help but take a quick picture as you were sat down on your fluffy carpet infront of the mirror, doing your makeup before heading to work that evening.

It was all normal for your work night, lots of people were there, you were handing out glasses of champagne and little plates of caviar and small posh snacks. Everything was perfectly normal, and to be honest, it was nice to have something distract you. You had recently broken up with your boyfriend because he had slept with someone else behind your back, you did however leave a rather tender bruise on his...cough cough...well, what else would happen if you kicked a man inbetween his legs. Anyway, you had been so down about him recently, and it made you feel so miserable, tonight was actually the first time in weeks where he wasnt the first thing on your mind. You headed back into the kitchen and handed the empty platter to the chef, waiting for him to bring you back another one, when your friend Julie came in and did the same thing. "Hi Glen, another plate if you could please. Hey Y/N, you getting some more too?" "Yeh, they are really enjoying the canapes out there tonight" "Oh I know, hey...did you see that guy in the blue suit by the upstairs lounge? Dayum! He's fine!" "Julie! I never expected you to go for someone while at work" "Well the nights young, and so am I! You know I love a man with a gorgeous smile" "Yeh...yeh you do" "Oh Y/N what's with the glum face? Are you still thinking about Declan? You shouldn't waist your time moping about him"

"I'm not, for once I'm actualy not. I just wish I had your enthusiasm. I wish I could just see a hot guy and think (yeh, I wouldn't mind having a wild night)" "You can! You just have to find someone who can get those juices flowing!" "Julie!" "All I'm saying is when your back out there, don't be afraid to check some guys out. Your young, your gorgeous, any guy would love to have you. And you never know...you may get lucky while hear at work. I won't lie, I've been in that position a few times while in work" "Really?! Wait with who?!" "You remember the guy last month who wore that gold plated Rolex?" "Oh my god him! Julie he was like 70!" "So what? Age is just a number...and just between you and me...older men know how to do foreplay..." "I think it's about time you get back to work now don't you think Julie?" You ask her with a smile as her plate is handed back to her. "Alright, but just remember what I said. The nights young Y/N..." The chef hands you your plate, and you shake your head in disbelief after everything she said as you head back out into the hall. But she did have a point though, why not let loose and have some fun? Your 27 and you haven't done things like that before, maybe it was worth a try? But only with a guy you found attractive, not an asshole guy like your ex Declan.

You started to walk around all the people in the hall, they would take a piece of food, but not even agnowlege your existence, you were used to it, but you still didn't like it. It costs nothing to be polite. There was this gaggle of posh woman walking towards you, not even acknowledging you, and they just push you as they storm past you, causing you to stumble to the floor and land on your knee. Luckily you had an empty plate, but your knee was hurting. The women looked back at you and just laughed as they walked away, leaving you frustrated and trying to gather yourself and get up. You are about to grab the platter, when another hand gets it first, a hand that belonged to a man who was kneeling down infront of you. He takes the platter, and then his other hand reaches out to you, like he was trying to help you up. Your eyes look up and see this man, he looked shocked about what happened to you. He had this kind face, gentle eyes and his hand was so careful with you as he helps you back to your feet.

"Are you alright miss? Those ladies shouldn't have done that to you" "It's fine, it's not the end of the world" "That's not the point, your working hard at your job and you shouldn't have to deal with that" "Honestly sir it's fine, it's not like this is the first time something like that's happened"

"Really? You shouldn't have to deal with that, who's your boss? They should know" "Honestly sir, there's no need to worry" "There's no need to call me sir, my name is Terry Silver" He says with a smile and holds his hand out to shake yours. You graciously accept. "My name is Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you" There was this spark as you shook his hand, his hand was enormous as it held yours, but it was also surprisingly soft. His eyes speak to you in a way you hadn't felt before, like he wasn't like the rest of these rich people, like he wasn't one of them somehow. You just brush yourself down and you accidentally brush past your knee. "Hhsss" "Are you alright? You did look like you landed on your knee when you fell" "I'm sure it's nothing serious, no need to worry. I'm sorry, it was very nice to meet you Mr Silver-" "Terry, please" "Ok, Terry. But I really have to get back to work, and I need a clean platter from the kitchen too, I'm sorry to have bothered you" And just like that, you slipped away and towards the kitchen before you could embarrass yourself anymore than what you already have done. Entering the kitchen, your knee was really hurting, so you sit down on one of the spare chairs in the corner to check it over.

You pull your trouser leg up and see that your knee had swollen and is completely purple, you had landed on it pretty hard, having all your weight fall onto it when you were pushed, seemed to have given you soft tissue damage. This was going to take a long time to get back to normal, the last time you had soft tissue damage like this, you couldn't lean on anything without tremendous pain for nearly 6 months. "Oh Y/N! What the hell happened?!" Julie asked as she put her platter down and knelt beside you. "It's fine, I just fell" "Fell?! This doesn't look like you just fell" "Alright don't shout, but it was those ladies ok. They didn't care I was infront of them and they just pushed me, I fell on my knee and this happened. But I'll be fine" "Fine? Tell that to the purple leg!" "It's just the knee, not the leg" "It's the same thing!" Just as Julie and you were talking, your boss walks into the kitchen, holding a first aid kit. "Y/N? Ah there you are" "Joel? Why do you have a first aid kit?" "Someone in the hall pulled me aside and told me about seeing you getting pushed down by miss Klein and her friends. He said you were in pain and I should make sure your oh-oh sh#t! Your knee! Is this what they did?" "Look Joel, it's not that bad. There's no need for a first aid kit. I'll just need an ice pack" "Alright, I'll get you one tnen"

Joel was a good boss to you, you helped him meet his now fiancee Andy years ago, and he was always supportive to his work colleagues. But you didn't want to worry him. He brought back an ice pack and you kept it on your knee while keeping your leg raised on another chair. "Right, your having a break now Y/N. Keep that ice pack on and I'll come and check on you after your break. When I come back, we'll discuss if your comfortable working tonight, if not, we'll sort something out" "Alright Joel, thank you" Julie and Joel went out and carried on while you kept your knee up and iced, later on, Joel came back and you told him that as long as you weren't going up and down on the big stairs, you'll be happy to go back out and work. He was sceptical, but if you were happy doing that, he let you give it a go. You went back out and carried on with the rest of your shift, and out of the corner of your eye, you see Joel at the front entrance with miss Klein and her friends. They look furious, but they storm out. You wonder what Joel was saying to them that's upset them like that. You were hoping it wasn't because of you. You headed out to the balcony as a young lady had waved you over in hopes of getting some canapes, once you gave her some, you felt a warm hand on your shoulder behind you. You turn to see that it was Terry Silver.

"Hello again Y/N, how is your knee? Did your boss help you out?" "It was you wasn't it? You told my boss about what happened" "Guilty, but I couldn't just allow you to deal with that on your own. Did he help you?" "Well...thank you. Yes, he did, the first aid kit wasn't necessary though, just an ice pack. I think it's just soft tissue damage" "Soft tissue damage? Ouch, that's painful. I've had the before in my upper thigh once while training in kang su do" "Oh? Are you a sensei?" "Yes I am, I'm actually the owner of Cobra Kai. I've recently opened it in the valley, and I'm in hopes of making more in the future" "That's a great career to have, is that why your hear tonight?" "That's right, I've actualy donated some of my money to help towards this event tonight" "That's very kind of you, and that was a sweet thing you did when you spoke to my boss...thank you" "Your very welcome, it's not fair for a beautiful young woman to deal with what you've had to deal with" You can't help but blush a little, that just made Terry smile at you. "I have to say though, I am a little confused as to why you did that" "What do you mean?" "Well, your a rich man who is at a party for many other rich people. I'm just a little confused as to why you'd go out of your way to support me, the help" "Just because I have money doesn't mean I'm like the rest of them in there. It costs nothing to be polite to people" You were a little shocked after he said that, considering that you thought the exact same thing that very evening, was he reading your mind? Was there a spark hear for a reason?

Julie was standing a fair distance behind Terry and she could see I was enjoying talking to him. But Julie was one of those playful people who loved to wind you up. She was pointing to Terry and you, and wrapping her arms around her and pretending to kiss by pressing her lips together. You gave her a look to say "stop it!" But she didn't stop. Then she held her hand next to her lips, like she was holding something, then she moved her tounge against the inside of her cheek as her hand moved, miming a bl#wjob whole still pointing at Terry. She was so bad! She managed to turn away just as Terry turned around to see what you were looking at. "Was your friend talking to you or something?" "Yeh, or something. She was just being stupid that's all" "Ah ok...listen...are you going to be alright working for the rest of this evening?" "Yeh of course, as long as I'm not on my knees I'm fine (giggle)" "Ah....well I'm sure a gentleman wouldn't make you do that with that knee..." He said with a charming smile, did he really just say that?

Julie overheard that and she looked excited and put both her thumbs up in an enthusiastic way. You blush and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Yes, well cough cough...I should really head back to work now" "Alright....just so you know Y/N....if you are in need of any....pain relief....I do believe the back room with the pool table is unavailable to anyone this evening" Was he seriously saying what you thought he was saying?!

"That's uhh-I've got to go" You slipped past him and went straight towards the kitchen once more closely followed by and excited looking Julie. You enter the kitchen and lean against the kitchen side, trying to think through what just happend. "Y/N! He is soooo into you!" "Shut up Julie!" "Oh come on! It's so obvious! He's hot! He likes you, your attracted to him, go for it!" "How would you know weather I'm attracted to him Julie?" "If you didn't, you wouldn't have got yourself all flustered around him! Y/N your free and single! Are you going to take him up on his offer?" "I knew you were listening!" "Because he's into you! What's stopping you?" "What's stopping me?! Julie you know I'm not the kind of woman who will sleep with a guy I've only just spoken too, all I know is his name!" "And that he is helpful when you needed it, he was kind to you, he listened to you, he made sure you were ok by relaying the situation onto Joel. And that little comment about a gentleman not making you get on your knees! And suggesting the backroom with the pool table! Girl he wants you!" "Alright alright! Look...I can't say I'm not tempted...but this isn't something I've done before. I've never had a so called one night stand with a random guy. I wouldn't even know how to go about it" "It's simple, just slip into the back room, f#ck him and tell me all the juicy details!" "Oh Julie, really?" "What? I can see he's hot, even for his age"

"Ok, say I was to go and sleep with a random guy. Wouldn't that be a bad thing?" "Of course not! Your single, he's single, you both find eachother attractive, I don't see any issue. Your both consenting adults, just trying to have a good time. Have fun for once Y/N! Trust me!" You were thinking it through, you hadn't done anything like this before and you didn't know if it was really you. You were always someone who was loyal and were in a relationship when you slept with someone, this would be so diffrent. But does diffrent necessarily mean bad? Maybe Julie is right, he WAS flirting with you, you did find him attractive, maybe just this once you could let your hair down, and do something a little dangerous, and at work no less! The thought of it was actualy exciting you now, you actualy wanted to do this now, you were just imagining what Terry might look like naked. He wore a gorgeous tailored white ish pale suit, but what could be hiding underneath? He was a sensei after all, he must be ripped under those clothes. "I'm uhh, going to get back outside to serve some more canapes" "But are you going to do it?!" "I'll think about it Julie" She just squeaks in excitement, with you just smiling as you headed back out into the hall.

20 minutes pass buy and you don't see either Julie, Joel or Terry. You were just finishing handing out the last few canapes on your platter, when out of the corner of your eye, you see Terry leaning against the wall at the back of the room. He was sipping out of a fresh glass of champagne, and giving you a seductive look, you couldn't deny it turned you on when he did that. He kept searing eye contact with you as he stood up straight, and slipped into the door beside him with a sign saying (out of order) it was the backroom with the pool table. You knew he was serious about this now, and the heat between your legs and your rosey cheeks burned like fire, were you really about to do this? You see everyone is busy mingling and there was no sign of Julie or Joel. Your feet made up your mind for you as they moved you towards the door, you stand where Terry was, making sure noone sees you acting suspiciously, and once it was clear, you slip behind the door just like Terry did. When you entered the room, it was all dark, the only light in the room was from the enormous window that shone the moonlight and it eluminated the room. You couldn't see Terry, but this was making it more exciting, he could be anywhere....it was like he was hunting you....and you liked it...

You took a few slow steps into this room, when all of a sudden, Terry is stood behind you and his big hand wraps around your throat. His other arm is holding you by your waist and keeps you pressed against his body, even with his hand around your neck, he wasn't squeezing you, he was just keeping you in his grasp. "I'm so glad you slipped in hear....from the first moment I laid eyes on you, knew I had to know you....to talk to you...touch you...taste you..." He moved his tounge and licked from your collarbone all the way up to your ear, ever so slightly nibbling on your earlobe. Your body shuddered in his grip, but his hold steadied you, this little thing he was going was 10 times more exciting than any time you slept with your ex. Maybe Julie was right about older guys, what you did know, was that you were in for a fun time. "I need to touch you....do you want me to touch you?..." Your breath catches in your throat as you say "Yes" He still holds your throat, but his other hand moves away from your hip, and in slowly snakes it's way over your chest, feeling how your body was reacting to him. It moves over your body, slowly going down towards your navel and onto the waist and of your trousers.

He popped the button on your trousers and his hand slipped into your underwear, where his fingers found your most sensitive area, and you were ready for him. "Oh...your so wet for me...is this the affect I have on you?" He asks as his finger starts to move over your clit in circles. Your breath catches again as you say "Yes" "You've worked so hard tonight Y/N....I'd like to give you a reward for all your hard work...would you like that?" He whispers as he still works his fingers down there. "Yes, please yes" His fingers slightly quicken in pace, and the sheer excitement of this whole thing plus his hand, makes you cum right there. A pleasurable moan escapes your lips, but to your suprise, Terry cups your mouth with his hand and says "Shhh...we don't want anyone to hear us now do we?" He moves both his hands free, spins you around and presses you against the wall, but before he does anything else, he sucks on his fingers. "I knew you'd taste as sweet as sugar Y/N..." Then he locks his lips with yours, with his hand caressing your face and neck, and his chest pressing against yours, you could feel eachothers heartbeats, which were beating like drums.

You move your hands up his back, and one of them moves into his silver curly locks, slightly tugging, showing how much you want him. He clearly knew what he was doing, especially when he slightly moved his body, to allow his leg to slip inbetween your legs as he pressed and ever so slightly moved against your most sensitive area. Applying this little pressure was making you burn for him even more, his kiss moved to your neck and he sucked and kissed the soft skin. Everything about him was perfect, even his scent. He smelled like peppermint and green apple. You wanted him, now! And he could sence that. He pulled away and lifted you up, placing you on the pool table and spreading your legs by putting himself inbetween your hips. He towered over you as he kissed you more, and this turned you on even more. You unbuckle his trousers and pull his belt away, this just makes him chuckle. "Someone's excited....however...I have something else in mind..." He says as his hand rests against your chest and gently pushes you down onto the pool table, making you comfortable. He kneels down and pulls your trousers away from you, leaving you only in your underwear. But he doesn't just dive inbetween your legs, he actualy holds your leg and presses a very gently kiss on your bad knee, that was so sweet of him, showing that he cares. His hand stroked over your soft thighs and pulls your underwear to the side, just before he opens your legs wide and licks your opening to the clit in one smooth stroke of his tounge.

At first he is slow, but then he starts to full on devour you, making you pant and grabbing onto his hair as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. You felt so close, but your mouth instead said "Stop teasing me...show me what you've got" He stands up and is inbetween your legs again, his hand holding your chin. "You want me? You want to feel more?" "I want to feel you inside me Terry..." You didn't need to say anything else, his hands grabbed your hips and held them against his groin, feeling his very large and hard bulge. His lips find yours again in a fiary embrace as he pulls out his rock hard and throbbing cock, he couldn't fully grasp it in his own hand, it would look giant in yours. He leaned in close and stroked the tip of his cock up and down your wetness, making sure he was ready to enter you. And just as you lock your arms around his shoulders and neck, he slides in and you can feel every single god damninch of him. You gasp and stare right into his eyes, him doing the same as the feel of you around him is making him feel so good. His hips start to buck back and forth, giving a certain grind to it too, so he is able to hit the right spots as he f#cks you on top of this pool table.

Hooking his arms under your thighs, he's able to hold them up against himself and use them to hold you as he pounds into you relentlessly. You close your eyes and feel the intence pleasure of this whole situation, doing something dangerous in the work place, screwing a complete stranger, and getting f#cked better that any other of your previous boyfriends could do, jesus christ he new how to rock a woman's world. Both yours and his orgasms were growing now, more powerful than the first one, and you begin to shake in his grip. You knew you were going to scream or shout once you reached your peak, and Terry's hands were full, there was no holding you back. Your whimpering turned into moaning, your moaning got louder...and louder....and just before you both came, his mouth was on yours, slipping in his tounge to kiss you so hard that the moans turned into vibrations rather than screaming out loud. Somehow that just made it feel like the cherry in top! Your both shaking as your finaly ending that immensely powerful orgasm, Terry pulls his mouth away and your both breathless, but a smile is plastered over both his and your face. Sweat on his brow and you with messy hair and rosey cheeks, you just collapse against eachother as you get your breath back.

"Holy sh#t..." "You could say that again sweetheart..." He gives you a quick kiss before he helps you off the table, you putting your trousers back on and him slipping himself back into his boxers and zipping up his trousers. You felt warm in the face, but amazing everywhere else. You notice the platter on the floor, and actualy forgot for a second that you were suposed to be working. "Oh sh#t! I uhh-I need to get back out there! Cough cough, I'm sorry-I've got to go" You say grabbing your platter and trying to straighten yourself up. "Ah that's ok....I'll see you later on Y/N...." He says with a delicious smirk, oh if that didn't want to make you go for round two, nothing will! You slip out of the door, being careful not to let anyone see your face, and manage to get back into the kitchen where you take a seat and try to gather your thoughts. "Hey Y/N! Where have you been? I couldn't find you any-....why are your cheeks so red? And why is your hair messy?.....ooohhhhh!" "Shhhh! Don't shout anything out ok?" "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" "Julie shut up!" "You actualy did it! Hell yes! Good for you girl! So? Give me all the details! I want all the juicy gossip-" "Julie! I can't tell you that, hear at work!" "Says the woman who just got hard core railed at work!" "Alright alright keep your voice down! Look, I'll tell you later ok?" "Ok ok, just tell me one thing though. On a scale of one to ten, how was it?" Biting your lower lip and smiling from remembering the whole experience, you say "12!" Julie sqeeks with delight, but you shhhh her again and she knows that she's just over excited. You both carry on with your shift, it wasn't long before everyone had to go anyway. You and Julie were suposed to finish your shift as you said goodbye to people at the door, giving them back their coats etc. And what happens a few minutes later? "Y/N" "Oh! Hello Terry, I didn't see you there" "Well I think we've both seen quite a lot of eachother this evening" He says as you both chuckle, with Julie secretly watching everything. He gently puts his hand on your arm and guided you ever so slightly away to talk to you. "Listen, Y/N. I was hoping I could maybe see you again sometime?" "Wait? Really?" "Of course. You seem confused, why?" "Well....to be honest I thought you just wanted to get a little lucky tonight. I never expected you to want something more than what happened in the back room" "You think that's all I wanted from you? Absolutely not. Yes, what happened in the back room was incredible, but that was something I was hoping to possibly find myself doing more of with you in the future" "So, what? Like a friend with benefits?" "What's a friend with benefits?" "You haven't heard of that before? It's just a friend you happen to sleep with, without wanting an emotional attachment" "I can safely say....that is NOT what I want" "Oh?...So what do you want?" "I'd love to see if there is something hear, I would like to take you out for a romantic date, really get to know you. I can sence something so kind and genuine about you, your unlike any woman I've met before. And if you'd like, I would very much like to take you out on a date sometime" "Terry, that sounds....wonderful" "Perfect...hears my phone number" "And hears mine" After you exchange numbers, he takes your hand and gives the back of it a quick kiss, looking right into your eyes as he does. Then he waves you goodbye as he exits through the big doors and out towards his personal driver. You feel a nudge on your arm, and see Julie looking all interested and excited. "Sooooo? It seems like there's more to this guy than a quicky during work?" "I think Julie, you might be right"

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #terry silver #cobra kai #terry silver x reader

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islascafe · 3 years ago

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#draken anon 🖤🐉#honestly all I want out of this week is draken to tell me how cute I look in his Toman uniform #I stole it and took pics while he was sleeping 😈#god he’s literally the LOML #I just wanna cry every time I see pics of him #I love him so much #I can’t breathe #I HDKABSNS ka #attaching the picture again I.#I didn’t tag hime the first time.#whoops

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fandomfluffandfuck · 3 years ago

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I have a Halloween challenge for you:

Please bless us all with your thoughts on what awful, cringey, bad pun etc. type couples costume your main ships would wear together? (Including who wears what part would be delightful too but not totally necessary!)

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Ashhhh, my favorite person ever <3 Hello!

1000% no questions asked, canon Steve and Bucky are going as each other. Steve will be a little traumatized when Bucky somehow comes up with his Actual athentic WS mask and puts it on him but he gets over it the second it makes Bucky laugh rather than have a panic attack or cry or something horrible like that and just says he looks dumb and squished with it on instead. And Bucky, Bucky will be laughing a lot that night because he either a) stole the original stage Captain America uniform from the exhibit at the Smithsonian or b) found a criminally good dupe for it somewhere and Steve doesn't actually know which. Idea b is more promising though because he's not quite sure Bucky would fit into that costume with how Big he is now. Serumed up and a bit chunkier than he was even in Romania. Bucky's laughter gets even better worse when Sam sees them and clicks his tongue, looking at the silver, body safe paint on Steve's exposed arm. Turning tail only to come back with two rolls of aluminum foil and wordlessly begin wrapping him up.

gif credit to @/stephrc79

Shrinkyclinks Stucky easy, simple, fantastic: Steve will be lil Bob Ross and Bucky will be his bear, sorry I meant squirrel friend with a canvas hanging around his neck, down over his chest.

Shrunkyclunks... oh shrunkyclunks, Steve's little baby could bat his eyelashes at Steve or sass him a little and Steve will Bend. To. His. Every. Whim. So, Steve ends up in a somewhat slutty cut, horrible version of his Cap suit while Bucky hangs- literally hangs, because Steve's that strong, off of his arm in one of the chorus girls outfits. Complete with pumps, stockings, and panties. They don't make it to the private party at Stark Tower.

I'm including alpha Bucky and omega Steve because even though I don't write them often enough to have a particular world for them... I CANNOT get the idea of big, pretty omega Steve in a cheerleading costume out of my head. Like. Short but high waisted skirt. Crop top. Maybe a bow in his hair, no wig though, just a pretty little bow. Color high on his cheeks all night as he giggles and blushes his way through every interaction. Any time they sit down Bucky, dressed as a star quarterback, pulls the blonde to sit in his lap or sit with his legs over his lap.

Can you tell I have a bit of a fixation with that? ^ CE in pink, in drag... I just- I'm damned with the bisexuality and he too pretty.

gif credit: tenor.com

I think Chris and Seb would go as something silly that ends up being romantic and real simply because you can really tell they actually, genuinely love it. They genuinely are in love. They both sang that song from Grease in different interviews so... maybe there's something there? (Idk what exactly though, it's been a long time since I've seen the movie haha.) Some characters from a cherished movie, play, or other form of performing media because they do fucking Love their jobs. Or, or- if they're at a private, friends party where the group is tight knit and they can know for sure that no one will take pictures or say anything... they'd go as Steve and Bucky. Particularly WW2 Steve and Bucky, Chris going as far as to actually shave for the event because their first time meeting and interacting and falling in love will always have a special place in their hearts. And because not shaving and just breaking out the last Cap suit that was Chris' wrap gift felt too easy- even if nomad Steve has a special place in his heart.

Love you Ash

#asks #baseballbatbucky #my writing #happy Halloween lol #almost #bucky barnes #steve rogers #chris evans #sebastian stan #stucky #evanstan #rpf #real person fanfiction #fluff #a hint of smut

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slothspaghettiwrites · 4 years ago

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38 from the kiss prompt got me in my sweet feelings 🥺 like imagine doing that to Sheriff Daddy or Ransom 🥰 and all the sweetness that ensues

—K

Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss.

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Goodbye

Warnings: ANGST, CANON NONSENSE, SADNESS, revenge.

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A sea of black veils and over starched shirts. It was all you could focus on, words of wisdom, sorrow, and support just bounced off your stiff upper lip. You'd done your best with what little you had, white carnations and lilies surround the room. The florist had said they were an odd pairing- good luck, pure love, commitment, purity.

They were all things Lee wasn't. His cold, lifeless body lay dressed in his best suit. If he'd been those things, he wouldn't have been shot. Lee would probably be down at his office on this sweltering Tuesday morning, instead of lying in an over priced box. You could picture him sat at his desk, phone tucked between his ear and shoulder, cigarette dangling from his lips while he did his work.

His leather jacket was heavy on your shoulders as more people that were probably relieved he was gone stopped and wished you condolences - we're sorry for your loss, he's in a better place now, it gets easier.

As the day dragged on your eyes kept drifting to the portrait of him in his sheriff's uniform. He had been so excited to be elected, had worked so hard to win. He'd do whatever it took to get what he wanted. Lee really thought in the position of power people would respect him, fear him even, and recognise what he was capable of. You'd just wish he'd stop to think about his actions.

"The last of the guests have left, Mrs. Bodecker," the funeral director stood in front of you now, the hall empty, dead just like your husband.

"May I have a few minutes alone with him?"

With a curt nod, you were suddenly alone with your husband again. You stood over him, stroked his cheek gently, his skin tacky with the heavy make up put on him to make him look alive. Bending over slightly, you pressed your forehead to his, the skin feeling stiff and so unlike the man you used to know.

"I love you," your lips barely touched his. They didn't feel like your Lee's lips. Your Lee has soft, plush lips, they were always a bit chapped because of him licking them all the time. Your Lee tasted like lemon heads and smelled a bit like cigarettes.

This Lee tasted of nothing and smelled of embalming fluids. You let tears drop from your eye onto his cheeks, his eyes, his lips. Emotions you'd been holding in since the deputy first rang your doorbell flooded you mind. Your lips pulled back in anger as you snarled.

"I will find 'em, Lee, the bastard that shot ya, and I'll kill him. I promise, Baby."

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#sloth asks #k nonnie #kissing prompts #lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #a sloth writes

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pet-pet-peet · 3 years ago

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May i request the dorm leaders with an s/o who sleep walks and sometimes gets hurt because of it? (Like imagine s/o sleepwalking and accidentally falling down the stairs or hitting their face in a wall) thank you :))

This sounds like me while I’m awake, wdym lololol

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Tw: implications of confusion induced panic, but nothing too severe; mentions of injuries

Pairing(s): Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus x gn reader who sleepwalks (separate)

He was concerned that you always seemed to have bruises and scratches on you

He thought you were being bullied and didn’t tell him

So when he sat you down and asked if you were okay, you explained that you accidentally hurt yourself sometimes when you sleepwalk

Kinda caught him off guard, since he’s never met someone who sleepwalks-

He tries to help out as best as he can, though

He knows he’s not supposed to wake you up, so he instead tries to make your environment as safe as he can

Notices when you get out of bed and watches you to make sure you don’t hurt yourself

Takes note of things that you somehow find a way to knock against, puts it into an area you couldn’t reach when it’s time for bed from then on-

When you get injured in the night, he’ll care for your wounds the next day

Kisses your wounds so they can heal faster

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306 notes • Posted 2021-11-13 01:39:54 GMT

I was reading the Twst manga and they made a brief mention in a chapter about Leona and Epel that Leona is soft for the cute, quiet types...sooo....reader inspired by the teapot mouse from Alice in Wonderland (gentle, typically sleepy, but easily frightened)

I also added Lilia because I’m a simp for peepaw

Tw: slight description/mention of fear

Pairing(s): Leona, Lilia x gn reader that's like the Alice in Wonderland teapot mouse (separate)

He’s so soft for you

His instinct to protect you can knock him out of a dead sleep if necessary, no joke, it’s so cute

Loves to take naps with you, since you get sleepy when you’re relaxed

Both of you like the botanical garden, since it’s nice and warm

You’re just as hard to wake up as he is, facts

If you start getting panicked he gets uber-protective, defense level 10,000

Someone scared you? He found dinner

There’s a particular way he gets sometimes, and it’s always when you visit him in his dorm

He acts tough and gruff, but if one of the dorm members hurt you he’d genuinely be pissed

You make his emotions skyrocket, but also get him to be the most calm he’s ever been it’s amazing (bringing out the most)

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350 notes • Posted 2021-11-01 02:55:17 GMT

For the 100 follower event- could I request a fluff headcannon with Riddle, Leona, Malleus, and Lilia reacting to a female reader being caught wearing their outfits please? Thank You❤️💗❤️

Yes!! I’m so into this trope, I think it’s adorable ><

I’m gonna have it be their dorm uniforms

100 follower event Masterlist

Story: You wanted to check out your partner’s dorm uniform so you could cosplay him in your world~

Tw: teasing flirts in Leona's; Malleus being adorable af

Pairing(s): Riddle, Leona, Malleus, Lilia x female reader wearing their clothes (separate)

His uniform is quite complex, so you take a while to figure it out

Once you manage to, though, it's actually pretty comfortable

Maybe a bit conservative and makes you pretty warm, but it was very soft fabric

You pose in his mirror to take a picture so you would remember it in your world

Little did you know, your fiery boyfriend was standing in the doorway and was very confused

“Why are you wearing my uniform?” He asks in a deadpan voice

You want to rush and explain yourself, but couldn’t find the words

Riddle hums, putting a hand on his chin as he looks you over and nods

“While it is a violation of the rules, I believe it looks very good on you. Perhaps you should dress in my clothes more often?” He grins

You politely ask him to leave and proceed to fangirl before changing back

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487 notes • Posted 2021-11-11 03:59:01 GMT

What about some hcs of Malleus, Leona, Jamil, idia and Riddle with an s/o with a ridiculously laid-back and accepting family who welcome their new boyfriend with open arms, seeing him as a new part of the family? I just wanna see these boys get validation ;-;

Omg I love them and yes they deserve this acceptance ;;;;

Also, this kinda sounds like my family (even though I’ve never brought anyone home to meet them, they’re pretty chill)

I’m gonna keep the parent’s gender ambiguous as well, since I want this to be general! There will be two parental figures, though

Tw: some self-doubt (characters)

Pairing(s): Malleus, Leona, Jamil, Idia, Riddle x gn reader (separate)

He’s not showing it, but he’s veeerrryy nervous

His darling’s parents? He must be on his best behavior!

You have to give his hand a little squeeze to reassure him, he’ll be fine

Both of you have the same concern, and it’s how you’re parents will react to you dating a fae

Much less the fae prince, but like- go off, be flexin

You let him know before you head out to your home that you’ll stay with him regardless of what your family thinks, he’s thankful he has that reassurance if anything goes wrong

You make it to your parent’s place and he looks so calm and charming as they open the door and invite you in

He sees that they notice his ears and fangs, and gets prepared for the onslaught of questioning-

But instead, your parents just ask if he was a fae and that’s it- like, so chill-

“Ah, you’re a fae, right? Not to be rude, just curious, we’ve never met a fae before,” One of your parents says

They don’t delve too deep into his personal life, either

He’s very pleasantly surprised, and visibly relaxes as you all have dinner

When he tells them that he’s a prince and heir to the throne in the Valley of Thorns, they react politely

“Ah, neat!”

They do ask some serious questions about what that might entail for your future together, but other than those precautions they love him!

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642 notes • Posted 2021-10-30 03:24:40 GMT

For the event- could I request a headcannon with all of the dorm leaders reacting to seeing the readers home in their world please. Thank you

Oof, they would hate my living situation as much as I do XD

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Story: The dorm leaders are coming to visit your apartment for the first time after getting permission from Crowley

Tw: might be a bit condescending, but my idea was that your apartment looks painfully normal- there’s no problem with that, though!

Pairing(s): Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus x gn reader and their reaction to your home in your world

Riddle was very eager to finally see you again, he felt as though it’s been centuries!

He let a wave of anxiety rush through him as he prepared to experience a new world, just as you had done

When he arrived in a normal looking room, the first thing he heard was the traffic outside

He felt odd as he realized he arrived in your living room, but he hoped you wouldn’t mind if he peeked around a bit

He noticed some pictures around and on the walls, some paintings or posters and others of you with who he presumed was friends or family

He smiled at some of the goofy ones, such as one where you had a birthday hat on and cake all over your pouting face

He found a stereo, but didn’t exactly know how to use it since it wasn’t a model he’s seen before

He decided to try and press some buttons, finding out how to turn it on but wishing he hadn’t as music blared loudly

You burst out of your room with a plastic sword to see your boyfriend look at you like a deer caught in headlights

“Forgive me..I didn’t break any of your home’s rules have I? Please allow me to make it up to you somehow!”

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691 notes • Posted 2021-11-12 01:49:39 GMT

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