#I shouldn't be whimpering at a man rolling his sleeves up

[itstheghostofmypast]

Pollen Love (1/2)

Florist Choi San x (F)Reader

Summary: The world had always been a bit too dull for the florist, a bit too rough for his petal like soft heart, stomping on it whenever anyone would deem fit - but was she any different? If so, why was she out of his reach, why did the world pluck away the flower that was supposed to put his bouquet back together?

Genre: Hurt + Comfort

Warnings: heavy self-criticism, violence, language

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4.3k

Est.Read Time: 25 min

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @san-network

Banner: @cafekitsune

A/N: A two part treat till I work on my main series.

"Woah there, what happened- did the boss come at ya, at like-" he turned to check the giant clock at the opposite end of the floor, "8 am- you want me to go knock some sense into him?" he asked, pulling out a dozen tissues from the 'free tissue box' and pressing them on her nose, signalling for her to blow, only for her to smack his hand, and point at something.

"What- oh" he stared at the bouqet of blue roses wrapped in a pastel yellow paper, all tied up with a with bow. "Wait- he made a move on you?"

Snatching the tissues she blew in an extremely ungraceful manner before throwing them away, "You idiot, they're your birthday gift, take them away before I die."

His fingers touched the soft petal of a rose, smiling at the sweet gesture before turning around to hug her only to be smacked across the face with a file. Letting out a mixture of a whimper and a growl he stared at her, hand on his now pink cheek, "So many mixed signals."

"I'll kill you, wash your hands! You know im deathly allergic to pollen!" protesting she sat down on her swivel chair, crossing her legs and glaring up at him. "And what mixed signals, you should be thankful I didn't shove them up your a** for not inviting me to your birthday party."

Letting out an exaggerated fake gasp he knelt down infront of her, placing a hand on his heart, "And for that I am truly sorry, my bestfriend since childhood, but please understand how the guys wanted me to go with them to a certain club where I couldn't possibly take you."

"You shouldn't be celebrating your birthday at a strip club anyway, it's extremely unhygienic," she mumbled, glancing at the flowers and then back at him on the floor on his knees, the usual Wooyoung theatrics.

"Yet, so entertaining -"

"You're disgusting."

"But a simple man."

"Get out of my cubicle".

That was three days ago, today was a Thursday, a regular, boring Thursday so did Wooyount expect to find another bouqte in his cubicle, no. Did he find one, yes, this had been going on since Monday and at this point Yunho and a few on the others floor had begun to assume there was something going on between the two. So, like any best friend,  he decided to confront her during break.

Turning off the faucet she shook her wet hands over the sink, looking in the mirror to check up on her makeup, her ears picking up the sound of the door opening, "There you are!"

Turning to look at the all too-familiar voice before letting out a shriek and throwing the bar of soap at him, as he ducked skillfully,  being all too aware of her habit of throwing things at him.

"THIS IS THE LADIES RESTROOM."

"Well I'm having lady issues," he said before aiming the bouquet of sunflowers at her, only for her to take a step back gasping, "My lady, mind you a horrifying one, has been leaving me these bouquets when I clearly know she doen't love me enough to face death each day." as soon as he was done they heard someone flush and the last stall open, his eyes widening in fear, about to make a run for it but she grabbed his hand, "Oh no, now you face the consequences."

"So, who are you in love with?"

"For f***'s sake." hissing she face palmed, Wooyoung's boistorous laugh echoing across the tiled walls. Before them, Yunho stood infront of the sink, rolling up his sleeves as he begun to wash his hands, turning his head to meet her questionng glare to which he shrugged, "Ladies washrooms are cleaner, men use toilets like pigs and..." moving closer to reach beside her, he pulling out a few tissues, "Ya'll have tissues."

Rolling her eyes at this  statement she turned to Wooyoung, motioning for him to move, only for him to move the bouqet closer to her face, watching her nose scruntch as she covered her mouth. Muffling out a whine, "Wooyoung, come on, its nothing, just let it go, I let go the fact that you went to strip club to your birthday and didnt celebrate with me-"

"THAT'S WHAT YOU TOLD HER ?"Yunho, who was now leaning against the counter hollered. That's when she noticed it, the silence, the way Wooyoung was shaking, in...fear. No...this mf wouldn't have...could he?

"Yunho" he hissed, slowly moving back as she stepped closer to him, "You a**hole." is all that escaped him before he made a beeline for the elevator, "I SWEAR I WANTED TO TAKE YOU BUT YOU HAD YOUR PROJECT THE NEXT DAY" he yelled running into the eventor, pressing on the close button before she could jump in. Unfortunately for him, she was able to stick her hand in before the doors closed, automatically opening again.

He backed into the opposite wall, "I c-can explain." holding the bouqet to cover his face until she snatched it and started beating him with it, "YOU PROMISED TO GO WITH ME- f*** I CAN NOT BELIEVE YOU WENT TO THE IMAGINE DRAGONS CONCERT WITHOUT ME!"

"IM- ow- SORRy-STOP"

The elevator stopped at a random floor and dinged, not that the two even pressed a button in this first place, they only stopped when someone cleared their throat. Pausing midscene the two- Wooyoung who was covered in petals and Y/N who was holding the dead beat bouquet,  the wrapping paper crumbled to shreds- looked the people standng at the entrance.

"Umm..."

"Everyone, but these two, are normal." Jongho explained and entered the lift, someone next to him nodding and entering. That's when Wooyoung noticed, buff dudes hang out with buff dudes, that and how his bestfriend was twitching, slowly moving behind him, trying to hide, like she was...shy? He hadn't seen her ever flinch around any other man, let alone shy away from one. It was at this point when is gaze moved from her, trailing to catch the face of the man standing next to Jongho, who was offering her a shy smile in return. He was an eight...or at max a nine...or 9.98- point is he wasn't extraordinary, in fact, when did he start working here? Wooyoung always knew everyone, and this strange, tall mountain of a man was not part of the everyone, nonetheless, the creep was disturbing his dear darling demon, which is why he chose to speak up.

"Haven't seen you before?" his words calm but with an edge to them causing Jongho to let out an exagerted sigh and the man to nod at him, an introvert huh, still had the guts to hit on her? Creep and a weirdo.

"He doesn't, I just wanted to show him the gym here." Jongho turned to face the two idiots, the lady who sends him her work in late almost every week and her scoundrel of a friend who makes sure to finish all the morning free muffins before the poor bear can reach the break room.

"I almost couldn't recognise you without the mask?" the stranger spoke in a hushed tone, causing her to dip her head even more, mumbling a, "I didn't think you would."

"You know this creep?" Wooyoung turned to her, before biting his lip when he felt her heel dig into his toe. Pretending she wasnt doing that she bowed in apology, only for him to smile at her, "It's alright, so, this is who you buy flowers for each day?" his voice as soft as the clouds, as smooth as velvet, though unknown to her, those words, the sight of her standing so close to the rude guy, watching them physically engage before the two had entered the lift had set something burning in him, anger? Jealousy?

F*** no, they were not for this moron, but would she tell him the real reason? Of course not, shaking her head, she was about to speak when Jongho cleared his throat, "Anyway, San, let's go ....and you two...stay out of trouble." with that he walked out, her frantic gaze meeting San's calm eyes, with one last dimpled smile he walked out with a "Hope to see you around Miss."

With the doors closing she bit her lip, this is not how she wanted to him to see her, this is not what she wanted him to think- wait, was he going to stop being nice to her? Or would he just treat her like any other customer? Or-

"So, that's him, huh?" his words broke her train of thought, slinging an arm over her shoulders, "That's the guy, you face death for each morning, the guy you are willing to buy for, because he got your itty bitty heart in his palm and he has -until today- not seen you without a mask, not because you're hygienic,  no, because you'd literally get an allergic attack and die?"

Sighing in defeat she rested her head on his shoulder, "I'm pathetic, aren't I?" as she let him lead them out to their floor, as fun as this was, they still had half of the day left and he had some investigating to do.

"Nah, not pathetic,  just desperate and stupid."

"Thanks, Woo."

"Anytime."

.

"You gonna do something or just stare at the weights?" Jongho asked as he got off the treadmill, noticing how his friend had been distracted ever since they got off the elevator. To be honest Jongho had brought him here because this was closer to work and San's shop, and since he'd get off work late it was easier for them to continue with their routine at this office gym, rather than the one near their apartment complex.

"Oh- no, sorry." San mumbled, sitting back on the bench, reaching to pick up a dumble, only to freeze at the next choice of words his friend spoke so casually, "Can't believe thats your masked lover."

"She isn't my lover." he hissed cranning his neck around to glare at the man who was now sitting on the bench next to him, chuckling before chugging down a whole bottle of water.

"No" sighing, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "She's got you whipped, but you didn't know she was in a relationship- you're such a romantic Sannie."

"I'll throw this at you. I swear." placing the dumble back down, grumbling he got up, no longer interested in working out anymore, choosing to stretch out the tension in his muscles instead.

"And I'm surprised you never bothered asking for her name."

"Drop it." with that he grabbed his duffle bag , "I'm going to hit the shower."

"Mhmmm...so what was more distracting? Her skirt or the fact that you saw her face for the first time-" Jongho's sentence was cut halfway when a towel was smacked on his face, San's attempt to shut him up before disappearing around the corner to the washrooms.

.

Today was not a good day. Well, yesterday wasnt one either, well it was till he found out that the lady he had been saving his extra silky ribbons and prettier flowers for was in fact in a relationship, or at least what looked like one. Today, he had gotten up earlier than expected, a minute before his alarm rang, which only added to his anger. Then the water ran out while showering, so he had to stumble out of the tub, eyes closed, trying to keep his eyes safe from the suds of his shampoo, almost tripping off what may have been his own pants. After that fiasco, he had missed the bus, which meant he was late, which meant he wasn't opening his flower shop, his pride and hardwork on time. But was he upset about that or the fact that since he was late, he wouldn't be able to see her today- wait why is he even thinking of her?

In midst of his crisis he missed someone standing in front of him and bumped into them, thanking God for his cat like reflexes as he balanced himself quickly, hands instinctively reaching to grab the hand of the falling individual, pulling them up into his chest.

Her forehead bumped against his chest, his arms secure around her waist, her own palms pressed against his warm chest, the sweater warm and fuzzy under her finger tips.

"S-sorry." peaking up through her lashes, her face flushed at the sight of his curious gaze. "It's alright" smiling down at her, suddenly his day turning a bit brighter, "No mask today ?"

"W-what? Oh, " her fingers instintively reaching to touch her lips, before nodding, "Yeah, I forgot...you're late today."  eyes meeting his once more, as he gave her an apologetic smile and nodded. Never had she been able to look at him up close, sure she had seen him work before, thats how she started to develope these feelings. The way he'd be so focused, his sharp gaze to the way the tip of his tongue would peak past his pouty lips, the way his hair would fall over his forehead, caressing his eyebrows-

"I leave for three minutes."

"Oh-"

In an instant the warmth around her was gone, much to her displeasure, he had moved back, hands at his sides, no longer holding her close, much to his own displeasure.

"Morning" Wooyoung cleared his throat, before taking a sip of his coffee, eyes on the man who was staring back at him. To her, it looked like a gentle stare, but Wooyoung could see the swirling emotions behind his dark orbs, the anger, the jealousy- oh he was going to have so much fun with this.

Clearing her throat, she turned to Wooyoung, "What are you doing here?" who smiled at her, one that anyone who didn't know him would feel was the most honest smile one could see, but she knew better. He was up to no good, as he walked up to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, pulling hercloser, "Didn't we see you yesterday?"

San's eyes caught th visible the dicomfort that she displayed for a second, certain gears in his head working quick, fists clenching at his sides- this wasn't his matter, and Jongho had told him to stay away from this stuff or he would kick him out, this was a new start, and he wasn't going to ruin it.

"You did," averting his eyes from her face he eyed Wooyoung, scanning him, he was smaller than him, in stature and build, bet he was quicker than him though- no, he wasn't supposed to be thinking like this anymore.

"San...right?" her words catching him off guard, inhaling sharply he turned back to her with a smile, "Nodding, yes, San, Choi San." Noting how her she was mimicking a smile of her own, eyes swirling with untold stories, ones he'd love to hear, all the time.

"Wooyoung" he brought his hand forward, somewhat coming infront of her, much to San's displeasure, but he shook his hand nontheless, with a fake smile, before catching her eyes again, his fake smiling morphing into his dimpled one.

"Will you be coming in today?" he asked them, "Give me a minute I just have to open up-"

"N-no its okay, we were just passing by!" she cut him off, before looking at how the two idiots were still gripping onto each other's hands. Wooyoung was going to be the death of her.

Turning his head to look at her he nodded in understanding before he felt the idiot squeeze his hand,  only sparing  him a glance then looking at their clasped hands, an awkward silence settling between the three.

"Umm..."

"Wooyoung."

With a firm nod he let go, smirking at the way the bigger male wiped his palm with his pants, trying to be oh so discreet about it.

"Good grip" was all he said before moving to Y/N, "Let's go, love." walking ahead as she sighed, wanting to smack him so hard right now. Turning to San she bowed politely, "I apologise, he can be a handful sometimes, it was nice seeing you."

She was almost a good foot away before he called out, "WAIT!" causing her to freeze in spot, whipping her head around to stare at him all doe-eyed, his heart hammering against his ribcage, demanding to leave with her, "I didn't catch your name..."

"That's because you never asked me, silly." chuckling at his curiosity veiled with his shy demeanour, "It's Y/N."

With that she was gone, running after the a**hole, according to San, who had noticed how he was making her uncomfortable by the passing minute. A part of him wanted to go and give him a good piece of his mind, but he knew not to, he had promised Jongho he wouldn't get into fights anymore, he wouldn't let the world write his story for him.

.

"Having fun?" she hissed, entering his cubicle, noting how  she was ignored. Her source of anger was glued to his desktop, glasses at the tip of his nose, eyebrows scrunched together in concentration. Eyes skimming each word before him.

"Wooyoung I-"

Words pausing at the rude gesture, a finger pointed in the air as if asking her to shut up for a moment. Huffing, she stood there, leaning against the entrance of his cubicle, arms crossed as she looked around waiting for him to finish with his dramatics for a good twenty minutes.

"Aaaand done." twirling around in his swivel chair he stared at her, manspreading, "Yes, child."

"SIT PROPERLY!"

"YES MA'AM." fixing his posture in an instance he cleared his throat, sitting cross-legged watching her lean against his desk, eyes frantically darting from her face to the screen.

"Let's go, Love?" quirking a brow she asked, "Are you trying to ensure I have no shot with him?"

"Quite the opposite, stupid one, I'm trying to ensure you do."

"You got a shitty way of showing it."

Clicking his tongue he rolled his chair closer to his desk, smacking her knee, then pointing at th screen, "Look."

Rubbing her knee she stood up, turning to look at the screen, "What- oh my god, you're stalking him- Oh he looks cute her" her words rushing out before she could bite her tongue, earning a high pitched laugh from her friend.

"Stop" whining and covering her face with her hands she peeked through her fingers, watching him scroll through the florist's shop's social media account.

This was the most fun Wooyoung had had since highschool, it had been so long since he'd seen his oh so perfect friend a mess, sputtering nonsense. "My point is, he has no personal account, and this one is recent too, its only for the shop and considering he only has male staff- this other dude - man do all buff people have like this secret club-"

"Your point?"

"Yeah sorry, my point is that he has no lady in his life, so you've got a shot."

"And pretending that we are in a relationship is going to work how?"

"He's shy and you're hopeless at this, someone has to tip the scales and be pushed to make the first move- and we all know how your first moves involve stupidity."

"I regret knowing you for so long."

"Ooooh what are we discussing here?"

The two froze at the third, new voice entering the scene, "But, I feel like people who come in late should be more concered about their work, not Sannie's love life."

"Sannie?" the two squeaked but with different tones, with different intentions.

"Yes, Sannie, San, Choi San, man who is not part of your assignments for the week. Neither of yours." he stated as a matter of fact, slowly nudging Wooyoung's chair out of the way as he moved closer to the screen, "New account, huh..." scrolling down at an inhumane speed he hummed, "So, how's his shop?"

"Nice."

"Average."

"Wooyoung, you've never been there." She sighed at his comment, "It's not average, its very nice, its pretty and colourful."

"Wow, bet saying that would get you in his pants, huh?" Wooyoung mocked, rotating in his swivel chair, smirking at the sight of her tainted cheeks- perhaps he did want to show their boss, that he deserved the raise rather than her, or maybe just embarass her because it was fun, or just both.

Luckily for her Yunho had completely ignored that  statement, instead  turned around to her, "So, you're allergic to pollen and you still go to the shop?"

As embarrassing as it was, it was true, "Yes." mumbling she stared at her shoes, instantly glaring at Wooyoung who had whispered, "Simp".

"Does...he know?" Their boss inquired, before closing the tab and turned to face them completely.

"No! God no, he'd never let me in the shop if he did, I mean he seems like the caring type and-" her words came to a fault at the sight of the two men smirking at each other, cause her to whine and slap Wooyoung's shoulder.

"WHY ME?? HIT HIM TOO!"

"He's our boss."

Huffing she turned to look at Yunho who gave her a gentle smile, "You're  right, he is the caring type, but" his lips quirked downwards, something she noticed instantly,  "He's not s pet project, so is this a little crush or do you actually like him, which brings me to my next question, how could you like someone without even knowing their name?"

"I..."her words hugged the silence that came after, staring at her shoes then at Wooyoung for some help, but he looked at her with the same look her boss was giving her, she did like him, but she didn't know a lot about him either- well technically a while ago she didn't even know his name.  What if this was a meaningless crush? There was no guarantee that he felt the same way either, what if he thought she was some annoying, clingy customer that-

A gentle squeeze of her hand had her look up from the all too interesting floor, only to find Wooyoung standing right before her, giving her a small smile. He raised his hand, watching her flinch but he chuckled, "You're crying silly..." he whispered, the thumb of his free hand stroking her tear stained cheek, watching her let out a shaky sigh.

"I- I wont- I mean I-"

"He didn't mean it like that...he just wants you to be sure of your feelings...I think they were close friends." Smiling at her he made her sit down on his chair, "Don't worry, I get it, I've never seen my demon sent to me straight from hell cry for a guy, so you must really like him, we just gotta figure out a way for you to get to talk to each other without chickening out, yeah?"

She nodded only to look at the person who cleared their throat, Yunho, standing there awkwardly, "I uh...I was only kidding, I didn't doubt your intentions....but damn...who knew I'd see the employee of the month, the holder of Woo's reigns, end up crying all because of Sannie-"

"I hate you." She hissed, grabbing a tissue box and flinging it at him, only for Wooyoung to catch it mid air, "Holder of my reigns?" He turned to Yunho who shrugged, "It's a name that stuck, most of us did think you two were an item" the taller man shrugged before looking at her sitting there in self-doubt, making him feel worse, "I, I think Wooyoung should go on with his jealousy plan, if Sannie didn't have the slightest crush on you, he wouldn't have smiled at you like how Jongho told me he did."

"You spoke to Jongho about this?"

"Yeah, well he did talk about the way San was distracted at the gym thanks to your skirt-"

"Jongho also said get back to work and not waste the first half of the day playing matchmaker."

The three froze at the new tone, slowly turning to find the bear like man standing there with his arms crossed, shaking his head, "I'll count till ten"

"Oh I'll win because I'm already at my desk." Wooyoung smirked earning an eyeroll from Yunho and scoff from her, watching the two walk out as he stared at Jongho who was glaring back at him, "Is she serious about him? He's been through enough as it is, it took us some time to bring him back on track."

"She is. I- its actually the first time I've seen her act this way, the real question is, is your boy fixed enough to treat her right?"

"Guess that's something you'll have to check for yourself....you are her...boyfriend after all, even if a fake one." With that Jongho left the cubicle, leaving Wooyoung alone with his thoughts, on one hand he was debating whether this interference was worth their time, but then again, he was right, he'd never seen her like this, not when he had confessed to her back in highschool and she had politely declined his offer, or when that guy in college asked her put publically- well, technically she had put him back in his place there and then and Wooyoung thanked God that he had the bestfriend privilege back in highschool too because if this is what she'd do to someone who tried to pressurise her due to the public presence even if she did once say this guy was cute- he'd hate to see how she'd deal with someone she disliked.

So, there were two questions that bothered him, was the flowerboy fixed enough to handle her? And did she now possesses the gentleness to handle delicate flowers?

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[puella-peanut]

any ideas for a silverusso involving super hot crackerjack!terry and precious baby daniel/teddy from cuba and his teddy bear?

Terry Silver’s an undercover narcotics officer with a taste for cocaine on the sly. But when he catches wind of several rogue drug deals that a low life, illiterate drug dealer has run too close to his neighborhood of choice—he sets out to investigate. 

But one day early into the hunt, on the fire escape of a crumbling brownstone on the Lower East Side—instead of an uneducated man with a penchant for a hustle, Terry runs into a child. A teenager, really. And the sweetest boy he’s ever seen. All shaggy, dark hair, matching eyes. Plump lips. But there's an ugly bruise on his thin cheek. The remains of a scar puckered on his forehead.

He’s not much more than sixteen. 

He’s terrified. 

Their eyes meet for just a moment, across soot and stairs. Curiosity and fear. Before and after. 

Not even a second later, the boy tries to make a run for it, his sneakers slamming into a dirty puddle at the start of what could have been a sprint—except that Terry’s too fast for him. Too tall, too strong. Too ready. 

Too much. 

He reaches, turning as he does so the kid slams against the alleyway wall. Crying out pitifully as his narrow back crashes into dirty brick, and shaking so hard that Terry simply holds him there like that, against the graffiti swear words scrawled high as if to challenge god. Moments pass, rats scuttling between them towards the overflowing garbage nearby. The boy is reduced to shivers, then to the occasional twitch. On the street, grimy, shifty-eyed people walk by either unaware, or unconcerned. In Terry’s arms, the kid eventually manages to hold himself very still, face deathly white. As if willing himself to vanish. Curl up into the air and take to the sky like the foul smoke from neighboring factories. Or a bird. 

Terry’s grasp on him tightens.

He feels the bone shift and flesh stir, and the boy comes alive again; cheeks flushing red, a whimper that shouldn't be pretty but is, spilling from his slender throat. Terry presses into him at that, inhaling the scent of fresh cigarette smoke and something more foul, desperate—and then his hand sharply rolls up an arm of the kid’s jean-jacket. The faded sleeve of the old red sweatshirt under. He holds up a scrawny arm to the scrutiny of his eyes, to the judgement of a cold winter sun. The boy’s pretty face crumples like paper. 

Track marks. Scratches. A scar from the jagged edge of a switchblade. 

Bruises so dark they’re almost black. 

Terry breaths out, slowly. Breath fogging into unspoken ghosts between them. 

Heroin, of course. Child abuse a given. The boy’s too slight and timid for brawling, though. Bullying? Easy target, this one. But underage sex work? Child prostitution? For fuck’s sake. Surely…

Terry studies him again. The long lashes. The delicate line of his clavicle. The fragile, breakable beauty of him.

A looker. 

And on these streets—a victim. 

“Name, kid?” Terry asks finally. 

“I…I wasn’t doing nothin’, I promise, Officer, I, I’m just—“

“Name. Now.”

The boy swallows. Sniffles. A tear runs down the side of his nose. There's salt in the air, cold sweat on skin. Pain.  

“D…Daniel. Sir," he whispers.

That’s all it takes. 

...

Terry Silver’s an undercover narcotics officer with a taste for cocaine on the sly. But when he catches wind of several rogue drug deals that a low life, illiterate drug dealer has run too close to his neighborhood of choice—he sets out to investigate. 

...But what starts off as just a run of the mill drug bust very quickly turns into something more. Terry says he won't get involved, he can’t. Shouldn’t. Just catch the dealer, get the kid off the streets. Foster care, GED. A child psychologist. End this shit, let him go. Go back to black coffee and blacker toast. His daily white line of cocaine. Out of tune pianos and the creaky kneelers of Saint Patrick's down on Coogan. Return to his lonely apartment after hunting down criminals past midnight on the mean streets, just to wake up at five come next morning to do it all again. 

But he can't forget the trembling body he should never have touched. That sweet voice that sang for him so prettily when he carved the boy into his bed. The warm, slender hands tangled in his hair. Those pleading doe-eyes—pleading for what? Drugs? Protection? A lingering hold? Terry himself?

Terry knows he shouldn’t. 

He should keep away from this boy. He’s better than this, isn’t he? He only slipped that one time. Twice, goddamnit. He couldn’t help himself. One look into those fathomless eyes, one taste of that sweet mouth—and he falls. Away from his better judgement, right into Daniel’s welcoming body. Doing exactly to the boy what he said he was going to save him from. After a while, he can’t even bring himself to let it bother him. If it ever truly bothered him in the first place. 

Terry knows that broken boy in his arms, in his bed—is his. And if he’s got to break him more to keep him that way—so be it, then. 

So be it. 

[koficlouds]

Restless Nights (Witch Doctor Fluff Fic)

Fandom: JSE Egos

Ship: WitchDoctor (Marvin x Henrik)

Characters: Marvin the Magnificent, Dr Henrik Von Schneeplestein, Anti (mentioned), Chase Brody (mentioned), Jackieboy-Man (mentioned), Sean (mentioned), Jameson Jackson (mentioned)

Trigger Warnings!! Self Harm, toxic thinking, extremely bad habits

(If anyone ignores the warnings that I put, I am not responsible for anything that happens. If I missed something, please let me know and I will get back as soon as I can)

The clock struck three AM on a Sunday morning, he could already hear the birds chirping away with their aggravating song. It was almost as comparable to the overbearing sound of nails scraping on chalkboards. Running on barely even a few hours of sleep, two, maybe even three pots of coffee and more than enough anxiety to send a man to the nut house, Henrik trudged outside the household for a smoke. He moved silently through the halls, his feet barely auditing a creak as he made his way to the door. The tired German sat on the first step leading to the doorway, and breathed a heavy sigh as he reached into his pocket. He knew he shouldn't be smoking, his asthma couldn't take it, but his body was full of so much anxiety..he was literally shaking like a leaf; a leaf struggling to remove itself from a twig during the harsh blows of wind. Seconds felt like hours, minutes like days, hours like years. Everything moved slow, he felt like time just kept moving on, with or without him.

Taking a drag from the cigarette in the young doctors mouth, he felt the anxieties and stresses from his past few nights begin to slowly but surely fade. As he continued to smoke through the cigarette, he failed to notice a certain young magician had found him sitting outside by himself at such an unfathomable hour.

"Henrik..? What are you doing up at this hour darling? Why aren't you in bed..?" The magician yawned, as if the sudden disappearance of his boyfriend was enough to wake him.

Henrik practically jumped upon hearing the sound of his boyfriends voice so abruptly that the cigarette that was once in his hand dropped to the concrete step he sat on. "Marvin, I didn't think you'd be awake so soon...Ah, uhm..." He began to fumble through words to form some sort of excuse, but the only thing he could muster were noises until he finally spoke up once more, "I..couldn't sleep. And I needed some fresh air, and a smoke to cool my nerves." His voice automatically gave it away to Marvin, his boyfriend hadn't been sleeping recently, and he was determined to fix it no matter what.

"Would you like to talk about it darling?" The magician closed the screen door and seated himself next to the tired German.

"J-Ja.." Henrik sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping over as he hung his head. "That..would make me feel a lot better.."

"Begin whenever you feel comfortable to do so." Marvin gave Henrik a soft, patient smile and made direct eye contact with the doctor. Henrik took a deep breath and looked down at the steps and his hands. He began by rolling his sleeve up to reveal some irritated scratch marks, some having left blood behind, thus scarring. Marvin's eyes widened as he thought of this situation already.

"I-I...I had an anxiety attack earlier, in the bathroom. I couldn't stop shaking.." Henrik couldn't bring himself to look Marvin in the eyes while speaking, his voice cracked and strained itself as he tried so hard not to break down in front of Marvin. "I couldn't breathe, and I didn't want to wake you up so all I could do was sit there scratching at my arms until it was over."

"Oh darling.."

"I couldn't go to sleep after that..I-I didn't want to worry you...and I-I.." Henrik's voice broke and he stopped talking, letting out a quiet short whimper as his eyes burned with tears, brimming the surface and threatening a flood.

"Shh.." Marvin was quick to react, swooping Henrik up onto his lap as he held his partner close to him. He gently rests his head onto his chest as he began to speak slowly, and softly in a reassuring manner. "Don't worry sweetheart...don't get so worked up, I'm not mad..I'm concerned...you're exhausting yourself aren't you..?"

"I'm sorry..I just..I couldn't stop thinking about what happened to everyone else...Chase, Sean, Jackie, Jameson..even Anti I can't stop worrying about...What if they got hurt..what if we'll never see anyone again..? W-What...what if.."

"Let me stop you there sweetie. We'll see them again, I can assure you they are fine...pinky swear...but for now, you need to get some sleep, and this time mister, I won't take no for an answer." Marvin stood, holding Henrik in his arms bridal style back inside and used his magic to shut and lock the door. Turning off all the lights Marvin went right to bed with Henrik. "And you are staying home from work tomorrow..you need a break."

Editors note!

I apologize for the extremely long break I took. I will be trying to post more often

[littleroaes]

this was a lot cuter than I expected! I love how they keep protecting yn! The hugging, words of affirmation. The last line🫠🫠🫠

The hak scene is so good! How he keeps holding yn!!!!

I need to read the other parts, I really loved this concept! I recommend!

Moments to save:

Y/N notices how Eric’s dark blue-gray hair is falling over his eyes and gently pushes it up again. She gives him a smile. 

"Thank you", he says.

That’s cute!

"If you give them something or do something for them, they'll thank you", the man says.

"How polite."

"Yeah, we made them warm for the victims sake", the man says. "They're supposed to comfort victims in any situation and if they don't feel warm and human, it might make the situation worse." The main smirks slightly. "We've made sure their hugs are as comforting and welcoming as possible. We made this survey of what type of hugs are the best and gave them all the most voted ones. Smart, right?"

I want a hug too!

Y/N looks at the row of androids, visibly thinking. She walks over to Jaehyun.

"Do I give him a command or …?" she asks.

"No, he knows that you want a hug, he can scan you. He'll choose what type of hug he'll give you."

The android opens his arms and she walks right into the embrace. He closes his arms around her tightly. Her warmth is flowing from under her white shirt. 

"Well, a loving one is when there's nothing wrong. We call it 'the everyday hug'. Then there's the comforting feeling of a tighter but more sentimental hug for when the victims are crying or scared. And the last one, is the one he's doing right now … weirdly enough."

"The protective hold?"

"Yeah … it only occurs when the victim is in danger … but you're not. The protective embrace is a tight, firm hug that isn't supposed to be easy to get out of. If the victim is in danger, then it shouldn't be easy to get out of." The man looks through his papers. "Weird, we've tested it before with different men, women and children, they haven't given the protective hug to any of them."

Y/N taps the android on his arm. He looks down at her hand. It'd be so easy to break, so important to protect.

"Let me go", she says.

Jaehyun opens his arms and she leaves. The warmth lingers on his hands.

The woman nods. The human male rolls up her sleeve on her left arm and hits her wrist fast and hard with two fingers. A ‘swoosh’ along with a ‘snitch’ echoes throughout the room. She whimpers and backs away. The first one to reach her is Haknyeon, pulling her back from the male in the room as the others form a barricade between her and the man. Haknyeon embraces her in that tight hug again. He hides her face down into his shoulder. 

Changmin turns around and lifts up Y/N’s arm in his hands to examine it. There’s nothing to see, but he can’t help but keep holding her arm.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yes, yes, I’m okay”, she answers. “You can stop now. Everything is okay.”

The eleven androids listen, going back to their positions. All but one. 

“Haknyeon, you can let Y/N go now”, the man says. 

“She’s not safe yet”, Haknyeon answers.

"Yes, you can", Chanhee says, taking a step forward and hugging her in the comforting manner he’s been programmed with. He can feel that it’s not enough. "Look at me."

“Yes, ma'am”, Kevin says. 

None of the androids answer. They're trying to process the newly given information. It doesn't make sense. She created them, she can't leave them now. From the moment they opened their eyes the first time she's been there.

"Will you visit?" Changmin asks. "We'd appreciate it."

"You're our creator", he answers. "We’ll always need to protect you."

🫠🫠

the boyz become human

Part 2

In a collaboration with Cyberlife, you've helped create 11 new androids to be used in the police force, but they seem to have a certain humanly soft spot for their creator.

Genre: yandere, sci-fi, futuristic, Detroit become human AU

Warnings: I'm not sure what to put to be honest, creepy behavior?

A/N: this was originally a chapter story that never got done, this is the first 3 chapters, I might post more chapters but we'll see

"Follow my hand, good job."

The nice lady in front of him holds up her fingers and he follows them with his eyes back and forth. She moves closer, picks up a small flashlight and shines in his eyes. He doesn't move. She smiles proudly and pulls back, looking at the other person in the laboratory. 

"This one has functional eyes", she says.

"Good, which one was that?" the human male says, looking at his clipboard in hand.

"The third one", she says. 

"God, I’ll never know who you mean! You should name them!”

“Me?”

“Yeah? They're your creations."

"Not really, I just planned how they were supposed to look, it was your people that built them.” She looks at the android in front of her. “Nevertheless, they don't need any. They aren't going to be household androids."

"But we have eleven of them, it'd be easier to get their names. I know everyone will mix them up calling them the first, the second and whatever." He points at the android in front of the woman. "Start with him. Was he the third?"

She nods and turns to the android, frowning. "I'll name him Younghoon." 

"Alright, and the others?"

She gives them all a name each, saying that she’s picking the first that comes to mind.

“You haven’t told me what they’ll be used for”, the woman says. “Why have I helped Cyberlife build them? I know that they’re meant for something special since you don’t use the normal models. You’re making brand new ones. If they’re not going to be household androids … then what are they going to do?”  

“They’ll be used by the police. We already have interrogation and detective androids, but these ones are different.” The man breaks out into a smile. “They can fight … they can manipulate … they can seduce, they’re quicker than any other android, they charge quickly, they have scanners to read humans feelings … and they’re perfect with children! They’ll be perfect in the police force. They’ll be amazing!”

The woman in front of Younghoon nods. He follows her motions with his eyes, studying her.

“That does sound amazing”, she says thoughtfully. “It explains a lot about why you needed them to be handsome. You can’t seduce a criminal with ugly androids, can you?”

The man chuckles. “No. You can’t. Thank you for being such a good designer.”

“Thank you for bringing my sketches to life …” She looks at the android sitting in front of her up and down with proud eyes, “... they’re remarkable.”

“We’re so happy you like them. Cyberlife will send you a check.”

“I know. I could use some money. How much for each android?”

“Around $250 000.”

“Oh shit.”

The man laughs again. Y/N lifts her eyebrows amusingly. 

“You don’t even know how much money you’ll get for the job?” he asks. “And still you took it?”

The woman smiles shyly. “Of course, this job would look great on my resume in the future. Who wouldn’t want to work for Cyberlife?”

The man smiles and shakes his head, walking over to the window. 

“Y/N”, the man says. “We should start the next test. It’s getting late and I think you need to go home soon.”

Y/N nods and stands up. 

“What’s the next test?” she asks. 

“Physical test”, the man says, looking through his list. “Strength, speed, reflexes and so on.”

Y/N looks at the androids. 

“Stand up”, she says. 

They all stand up at the same time and wait for their next instruction. They’re different heights with different hair colors and different facial features. But they all wear the same outfit — a gray suit with their serial number, a white shirt and some glowing parts. Y/N notices how Eric’s dark blue-gray hair is falling over his eyes and gently pushes it up again. She gives him a smile. 

"Thank you", he says.

Y/N looks at the man behind her in surprise.

"Who programmed him to say that?" she asks. "I thought they were only programmed to answer when you speak to them?"

"If you give them something or do something for them, they'll thank you", the man says.

"How polite."

She looks at Eric again, placing her hand on his cheek. He can feel her warmth. It’s not artificial, it’s not produced or charged — it’s human.

"It's almost scary how human they feel and look", she says. "If I didn't see the emotion indicator on his temple, I'd think he was a human in an android's suit. His skin is so soft."

"Yeah, we made them warm for the victims sake", the man says. "They're supposed to comfort victims in any situation and if they don't feel warm and human, it might make the situation worse." The main smirks slightly. "We've made sure their hugs are as comforting and welcoming as possible. We made this survey of what type of hugs are the best and gave them all the most voted ones. Smart, right?"

Y/N smiles mischievously. 

"You want to try it out, don't you?" the man asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe", she giggles. "I created them, I should get to test their abilities out."

"Then what are you waiting for? Just choose one."

Y/N looks at the row of androids, visibly thinking. She walks over to Jaehyun.

"Do I give him a command or …?" she asks.

"No, he knows that you want a hug, he can scan you. He'll choose what type of hug he'll give you."

"Right, sorry. They're so advanced I forget everything."

The android opens his arms and she walks right into the embrace. He closes his arms around her tightly. Her warmth is flowing from under her white shirt. 

"They have three different types of embraces", the man says. "Loving, comforting and protecting."

"What's the difference?"

"Well, a loving one is when there's nothing wrong. We call it 'the everyday hug'. Then there's the comforting feeling of a tighter but more sentimental hug for when the victims are crying or scared. And the last one, is the one he's doing right now … weirdly enough."

"The protective hold?"

"Yeah … it only occurs when the victim is in danger … but you're not. The protective embrace is a tight, firm hug that isn't supposed to be easy to get out of. If the victim is in danger, then it shouldn't be easy to get out of." The man looks through his papers. "Weird, we've tested it before with different men, women and children, they haven't given the protective hug to any of them."

Y/N taps the android on his arm. He looks down at her hand. It'd be so easy to break, so important to protect.

"Let me go", she says.

Jaehyun opens his arms and she leaves. The warmth lingers on his hands.

“Let’s start with the real test.”

Kevin follows Y/N with his eyes. She’s walking to the other side of the room to collect something. She picks up a red, little ball in her hand, bouncing it on the hard floor a couple of times. 

“Now throw it”, the man says. “At any of them.”

“What if I hurt them?” she wonders hesitantly. 

“They’re androids, they won’t feel it.”

“Well … what if I break them instead?”

“They’re equipped with quick reflexes, don’t worry.”

Y/N looks at the androids with a concerned gaze in her eyes. They can scan her, see how nervous she feels. It’s almost enough to make them ask how she’s feeling to see if she needs to be protected. She throws the ball at them. Chanhee catches it before it hits any of them. 

“Woah”, she gasps in shock. “Those are really quick reflexes.” 

Chanhee holds out the ball to her. She takes it gently and backs away to throw again. Sangyeon catches it this time and gives it back.

“I’m so scared to damage them”, the woman says, throwing an uncertain gaze in their direction. “They’re so advanced and so many people have been working on them. I’d feel horrible if I broke them.”

“You won’t”, the human male says. “They’re built for that.”

She throws the ball a few more times before moving onto the next test. Strength. The man places out boxing bags with a strength meter. One by one, they’re allowed to punch it, scoring higher than anyone has done before. 

“Shit, one blow to my head and it’ll fall off”, she whispers. “They can seriously hurt someone.”

“They can, but they won’t if it isn’t necessary”, the man says. “They’re more for protecting people than hurting them. Y/N, would you want to be the guinea pig for that?”

“For what?”

“I’ll slap your wrist and we’ll see how they react. If I’m correct, they’ll go into protection mode.”

The woman nods. The human male rolls up her sleeve on her left arm and hits her wrist fast and hard with two fingers. A ‘swoosh’ along with a ‘snitch’ echoes throughout the room. She whimpers and backs away. The first one to reach her is Haknyeon, pulling her back from the male in the room as the others form a barricade between her and the man. Haknyeon embraces her in that tight hug again. He hides her face down into his shoulder. 

“If I were to put up a fight now, they’d attack”, the man says. “But I won’t.”

Changmin turns around and lifts up Y/N’s arm in his hands to examine it. There’s nothing to see, but he can’t help but keep holding her arm.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yes, yes, I’m okay”, she answers. “You can stop now. Everything is okay.”

The eleven androids listen, going back to their positions. All but one. 

“Haknyeon, you can let Y/N go now”, the man says. 

“She’s not safe yet”, Haknyeon answers.

“Yes, I’m safe”, Y/N says, tapping his arm. “You can let me go now.”

“You’re not safe.”

“Is this a malfunction?” 

The man frowns. “I’m not sure. What would you be in danger of?”

“You”, Haknyeon answers. 

“No, he’s not a threat”, Y/N reassures him. “I’m okay, he’s not dangerous, it was all a test. Haknyeon, please, let me go.”

The eleven androids scan her and grow cautious again. She’s afraid. They go into protective mode once more. 

“I don’t think you thought this through”, Y/N whispers, eyes on the male that caused this situation. 

“Guys, it’s okay, it was just a test.” 

She places her hand over Haknyeon’s. He looks down at her hand, feeling the warmth ooze from it. Should he let her go? He can detect her fear, but she promises that she’s alright. This kind of morality isn’t programmed for him. He senses fear, he can’t let her go until she’s not afraid anymore. 

“Well, since this isn’t working …”, she starts mumbling before trying to break free from Haknyeon’s arms. 

He doesn’t budge. Instead, his grip grows tighter. He can’t let her go. She’s in danger, she can’t leave his arms. 

“Fucking dammit!” she mutters, giving up. “What do I do?” 

“I’m not sure”, the man replies, looking through the papers. 

“Maybe you should leave the room? They see you as the threat.”

The man nods and leaves the room. The eleven androids relax. Instead of looking at the guy, they turn towards the woman, having their full attention to her. 

“You’re still scared”, Jacob says. 

“I’m not afraid of the man, he’s not a threat”, she says. 

“Then what are you scared of?” Kevin asks. 

“Well … you … kind of. Just please let me go now. Scan me. I’m not scared anymore.”

She’s right.

“Let her go”, Chanhee says. 

Haknyeon does. She hurries over to the door and lets her colleague in again. 

“I think i should go”, Y/N says, grabbing her beige coat. “I don’t want that to happen again. You should check with the ones programming them. That shouldn’t happen with a real victim.”

“You’ll be here for the presentation, right?” the man asks. “You should be the one introducing them to the police.”

“I think so”, she says. “I’ll go now. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Y/N. Get home safely and sleep well.”

She thanks him, wishes him the same and leaves. The androids follow her with their eyes until she’s left the laboratory. The man turns to the androids. 

“Well, I guess that means bedtime for you”, he says, clapping his hands once. “Let’s get you charged and ready for tomorrow.”

The androids sit down on their chairs as the man walks behind them, plugging the cords into the back of their necks. Sunwoo can feel how he gets shut off, eyes falling shut, everything turning black. The last thing he sees is a picture of the woman that created them. 

——♤——

She's nervous. They can tell … both from scanning her and her walking back and forth across the floor. She's wearing a white suit that enhances all of her features. The only thing separating them and the audience is a giant, red curtain. 

"Y/N", Juyeon says. "You're stressed."

"I know", she answers quickly. "I'm about to hold a speech in front of a thousand people! They're Cyberlife workers, cops, journalists … I can't do it."

"Yes, you can", Chanhee says, taking a step forward and hugging her in the comforting manner he’s been programmed with. He can feel that it’s not enough. "Look at me."

And she does. He holds his hands on her upper arms. Everything about her is so human. Everything from how her gaze falters, hands tremble and chest rises and falls. Neither Chanhee or the others do any of that.

"Breathe in and breathe out with me", he says, doing the technique he's programmed with.

She breathes along with him until he can't detect the same level of nervousness anymore. He lets her go.

"Everything we did in the laboratory last week will be presented live on the stage", Y/N says. "You'll have to show them what you showed me and my colleague. But you can do that, I'm sure. You’re programmed to perfection.” She clears her throat. “Do any of you feel that there's something wrong with your programming or if there are any parts that are loose?"

They answer negatively.

"Good", Y/N says, fixing Younghoon’s tie. “You’ll do better than me out there. I’m jealous … you can’t feel nervous.”

“No, we can’t”, Kevin says. 

Y/N fixes her hair, but it gets stuck on one of the buttons in the suit and her shaky fingers can’t untie it. 

“Can you help me?” she asks, looking at Sangyeon. “I can’t turn my head up if I’m stuck on the button.”

He takes a smooth step forward and starts untying her hair from the button. 

“Is that okay?” he asks as the hair is loose. 

“Yes, it’s okay, thank you”, Y/N answers with a smile. “Go back to the line now before the curtain is removed. Perfection, okay?”

“Yes, ma'am”, Kevin says. 

“Don’t move from your positions. Last week shouldn’t be repeated … not here. Whatever your scanners say … I’m alright, okay?”

“Okay”, the eleven men answer. 

The woman fixes their ties, hair and blazers before brushing off her own white clothes. The red curtains pull to the side and she freezes. Sunwoo’s scanner shows that her anxiety is rising. His instinct is to walk over to her and help her, but there’s an invisible wall that prevents him from doing that. An order. Don’t move from your positions. 

“Welcome!” Y/N smiles. “On the behalf of Cyberlife, I am proud to present the coming generations of androids!”

She walks to the side of the stage to show the eleven androids. A wave of applause roars throughout the auditorium. It’s maxed to its capacity. 

Y/N talks on and on about what special features the eleven androids have that separates them from the rest of the androids Cyberlife has produced. Curious and impressed eyes wander over the androids, looking at them up and down. They can detect some lust in the audience, some are doing more than admiring them.

One by one, they show their strength, speed and communication ability. The crowd cheers for them.

"Impressive, aren't they?" Y/N smiles. "They will be working undercover, hence why their faces aren't like the other androids Cyberlife given to the police force. Connor, for an example." Y/N looks at them up and down and all they can detect is sadness although she smiles. "They'll do just fine, I'm sure of it. Thank you for listening. They will be put into work before the month is over."

The crowd applause for the last time before the red curtain separate them again. Y/N breathes out shakily and removes the headset she's been using.

"You can move now", she says.

"Why are you sad?" Jaehyun asks. 

"I'm not sad, I- …" she interrupts herself. "I guess there's no need to lie to you. You can tell. Well, I'm just a little sad because this is probably the last time we'll see each other."

The LED rings on the androids temples flashes yellow. Why aren't they going to meet? What has happened? If she's sad, does that mean something bad will happen?

"Why?" Haknyeon asks.

"My job here is done", Y/N sighs. "You'll be given to the police next week or so … and then your real life starts." 

None of the androids answer. They're trying to process the newly given information. It doesn't make sense. She created them, she can't leave them now. From the moment they opened their eyes the first time she's been there.

"I guess I'm just a little sad my work is over", she says, shrugging. "But it's been nice to meet you. I'm sure you'll do great. I'll cheer you on."

"Will you visit?" Changmin asks. "We'd appreciate it."

"I don't think so. I don't want to grow attached to you. You have work to do and it wouldn't be appropriate. You're androids … you don't have feelings … I'd just hurt myself."

Being androids, they can't understand what she's meaning. Confused, they look at her.

"What do you mean?" Kevin asks. "We can't understand emotions."

"Well … what I mean is that you're programmed to seduce and I made you handsome. Even I would fall for you and that wouldn't be good for anyone. You'd seduce me without thinking and I'd be left hoping for something that'd never be able to happen. And even if that wouldn’t happen … I’d expect too much from you and get hurt."

"We understand", Chanhee says.

Silence. 

"I'll get going now", Y/N says and picks up her bag. "Good luck with everything. Wait,  before I go, can I ask you something, Jaehyun?"

"Of course", he answers.

"When you hugged me, you held the protective hold. My coworker said that none of you had ever done that to any of the participants that tried it out. Why?"

"They weren't in any danger", Jaehyun answers.

"I wasn't either. So why?"

Jaehyun looks into her eyes, scanning her. Confusion. 

"You're our creator", he answers. "We’ll always need to protect you."

[hallyureactarios]

Hellooo, Sweet peaaas~ So, I’m looking for gifs for a reaction... I’ve been staring at this for 5 minutes now and I’ve come to the conclusion that this is the sexiest way I’ve seen a man roll his sleeves up. Ever. Fuck. He could peel his socks off and I’d fall to my knees and sob for an encore.

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

Summer of Whump #4: Escape

Warnings: drugging, vomit, blood

Villain's face was smacked against the roof of a "Villain Containment Practices" AKA a VCP car. He groaned and elbowed the ruthless Hero who dared to lay hands on him.

"Calm down," the unlucky Hero seethed. "Things will be easier for you."

"But not for you," Villain sassed which resulted in the hero lifting his head and smacking his nose hard.

"Will you mind?!" Villain yelled. He felt blood pouring out of his nose and draining into his mouth. Broken. He groaned, annoyed.

"Serves you right," the hero taunted close to Villain's ear. She pulled on his earlope and clicked the handcuffs into place.

The second that Villain was settled into the VCP car, he started blabbering and wiping his nose against his sleeve.

"Okay," he said between wipes. "So here's how it happened. I was literally walking home, minding my own beeswax, when this homesless guy comes up to me. Now, me? I am very clean and I like my cleanliness. So anyways, this guy comes up to me and now, he is begging for money and I'm like, 'Dude, personal space here'. I mean, of course this guy has no etiquette skills so he attacks me. Now, my wallet was in my pocket. Still is, for your information, you can find some nice cash in there. Anyways, this guy he touches my wallet and tries to grabs it- wait, guys, I shouldn't be being arrested. It was self-defense! Hey, hey!" Villain reached his hand forward and jostled one of the hero's head. "Wakey, wakey," he said. The hero turned and scowled at him.

"Did you hear me?" Villain asked. "It was self-defense."

"But, Villain, did you have to steal that guy's own wallet and hospitalize him?" The hero asked. "We know that he was doing something illegal also, but he being taken care of. So, please, shut up."

"But, but," Villain whined.

"Zip."

Villain threw himself back against the leather seats, scowling himself. This was unfair. Why couldn't he be a normal citizen without being arrested?

He placed a hand over his nose and summoned his healing powers. In a flash of painful light, the nose clicked into place.

"I thought we inhibited his powers," The driving hero mumbled to the other.

"Shoot. Pull over," the other, also known as the sassy one who broke Villain's nose (we'll call him Nosey), hopped out of the car and joined Villain in the backseat with a clipboard.

"So, Villain," Nosey said. "We are going to have to administer a power suppressor. Do you have any allergies to any drugs or medications?"

Villain glanced at Nosey with a "you serious?" expression. He then shook his head.

"Verbal confirmation."

"No you idiot," Villain snarled. "Are you blind in there." He waved a hand in front of Nosey's face.

"Cut the attitude man," Nosey warned and started to recite all of the questions in a bored tone like they have done this one too many times. Villain answered with the same montone tongue, sneering at Nosey like he was trash- which, in Villain's mind, he was.

"Okay," Nosey finished and plucked a hypodermic needle from their pocket. Villain watched suspiciously as they filled it up with a clear liquid from a small bottle. It was something actually from a pharmacy, he could tell. He reached forward and plucked the bottle out of the other's hands with a sharp, "Gimme."

Villain quickly skimmed over the words, stopping at each -zephines or -pams with a confused look on his face.

"What's in this?" Villain asked. Before Nosey replied, they jabbed the needle into Villain's neck and administered the contents.

"Hey!" Villain exclaimed, pulling the needle out. Almost immediately, he was hit by a cold sensation.

"Hey," he mumbled drowsily, his eyelids drooping. "Did-did you drug me?"

Nosey grabbed Villain's chin and forced the Villain to look at them.

"Of course, you were quite intolerable," then they reached behind them and pulled out another needle. The power suppressor.

Nosey easily emptied the drug into the vein on Villain's wrist with a satisfied smile at Villain's shock. They then unbuckled Villain and helped him lay down on the seats.

"Sweet dreams," Nosey said right before the darkness engulfed Villain.

Villain woke in a damp room, shivering out of his skin. He groggily looked around, found nothing of interest, and closed his eyes again. He vaguely recognized that the drug was still running through his system- whether it be the sedative or the suppressor, he didn't know which. He also knew that he should take advantage of the chance to rest while he had it.

That "chance to rest" actually became only five minutes. The damp coolness of the cell was replaced by a gust a warm air. Villain didn't care, or didn't realize, that Hero was standing in front of him.

He did open his eyes, however, when he heard Nosey's pipsqueak voice, "I thought he was awake."

"He is probably still drugged up," Hero said in her calm, orderly tone. "Oh there he is," she ran her fingers over Villain's cheek, checking for any type of reaction. Finding none, she stepped back and whispered something to Sidekick that Villain couldn't make out.

His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, but being the positive guy he was, he decided on cotton candy. Make the situation a little better.

He closed his eyes again, even though Nosey and Hero were standing right there and talking about him. He picked up bits and pieces:

"Move him to a warmer cell, one with a bed," came Hero's assertive voice.

"He doesn't deserve it!" came Nosey's ear-shattering chirps of a voice.

"He is laying on the ground in a cell, hardly able to keep his head from rolling around. Make him comfortable. He needs the rest for what's about to come."

Even though Hero's voice was indeed calming, it still made Villain's heart pump faster. They were going to so something to him. He frowned weakly- hardly a frown in the hero's eyes. He didn't know why, but it sounded like they were going to do more than just hurt him.

Kill him, or maybe do tests on his healing powers.

Villain whimpered loudly which brought the heros attention. His eyes were squeezed shut, unable to look at them. A wave a fear came over him when someone's (hopefully not Nosey's) arms wrapped around him and lifted him from his spot. He squirmed, trying to break free.

"Shut up," came a sing-song voice. It made Villain freak out, kicking and panting. It was Nosey. Nosey was touching him.

"Sheesh," Nosey exclaimed at the outburst and readjusted Villain so that they (Nosey) was much more comfortable, but the newly formed position stressed Villain's limbs.

"W- w," Villain croaked. "... taking?"

"Aw look at you, so out of it and quiet. Hardly able to form a complete word," Nosey gave a fake pouty face that Villain didn't even register.

Sleep once again tugged at him, but he tried to keep his eyes pried open. He would never forgive himself if he fell asleep in Nosey's arms.

Suddenly, after what seemed like an eternity of floating through the air, Villain was sat down on a bed. Without any resistance, he allowed his limbs to be moved around and a thick, warm blanket to be draped over his body.

He closed his eyes, relishing the warmth and inviting comfort. He let out a few grumpy mutterings as the drug took hold once again and he fell into a deep slumber that only time could wake him from.

Nosey left immediately after tucking Villain in, if they even called it that. More like heeding to their boss's orders, but they hated it. Hated the way that Villain was being treated like a hero himself.

Hero entered the warm cell that Villain was placed in. The room was much nicer than the damp one, with a bed, light, and heating unit, but still a cell nevertheless.

She walked over to Villain's sleeping figure and traced his cheek with her long, unkept, fingernails. He didn't stir, which was good. Very carefully, she lifted the covers off and placed her hand on his chest.

And then she worked her powers, digging into Villain's conscience. It was foggy, which was understandable, and very difficult to navigate through, but she still found her destination.

The truth about what happened.

She watched the scene in her head. An imposter homeless man stalking up to Villain, asking for cash. Villain refused, beginning to walk away, but the homeless guy took out a gun and smacked the back of Villain's head. Villain then wheeled around and shoved the man against a nearby wall, giving him a round of punches. As Villain performed his beating, the homeless guy reached around and took Villain's wallet out. Villain quickly finished his work with a devastating punch that left the man in a heap. He then swooped down and grabbed his stolen wallet with a shrug.

Hero gasped and stepped backwards, quickly making sure that Villain didn't wake up. He didn't, so Hero put the blanket back over him and left the room.

As she strolled down the hallway, she thought of the feeling that she was getting from Villain's memories. Innocence. Villain was innocent. Not that he didn't do the extravagant illegal works that he regularly took part in, but that he had no idea that what he was doing was wrong.

He was misguided.

It took Villain some time to completely recover from the suppressor, but when he did, boy he felt like he could fly to the moon and back.

The downside of having healing powers was that you needed them for everyday function. They run your body systems like your nervous system does. It powers them like food and water does, so when those were taken away, Villain's body went on momentarily shut down. Hopefully Hero realized this before she decided to drug him again.

One day, Hero entered his cell as he was picking through breakfast. He had no recollection of Hero's impediment of his memories only days before.

"Villain," Hero cleared her throat and eyed Villain's plate in curiosity. "It's not poisoned," she laughed, wondering why he wasn't eating much.

"Not hungry," Villain replied, glancing at Hero for a brief second.

"You need the energy. We are going to start, uh, well, work today."

"Work?" Villain asked, absent-mindly.

"Yes. You are a prisoner," the words hurt Hero almost as much as she was the one receiving them. He really wasn't a prisoner. He was going to get reformed, learn morals, and hopefully become a hero, which was a long shot, but one should always hope for the best.

Hero sat on his bed as he finished lapping up the breakfast, which took a good thirty minutes. Hero was patient, however. Villain would need time to be assimilated into a hero's society. Spending some time in silence, watching him eat was insignificant compared to what he was about to do.

Two days later, Villain was throwing up in a toilet. Throwing up, not due to sickness or eating something funny, but from stress and exertion. The exercises that the heros made him, along with all the other "reforming" villains, were insane and taxing. Not to mention the mental strain with all of the "moral speeches" and assessments. Mulitple choice questions like: Which is the right thing to do when you see someone being beat up? A.) Call the cops or heros; B.) Stop the fight; C.) Talk them out of it calmly; or D.) All of the above. Villain put down B.

He failed the test.

Villain rested his forehead against the cool toilet seat. He had to get out of here. Runaway and leave. If only two days led up to the this, Villain glanced down at the bloody vomit in the toilet, then what would two weeks result in? Power suppressing? Villain shuddered. He couldn't go through that again.

So, Villain made the decision right then and there, infront of the toilet, that he would escape tonight and leave the city.

Forever.

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myg/sc: i.i

❍ pairing: min yoongi x reader

❍ verse: on bad days

❍ word count: 1.4k +

warnings/disclosures: smut, soft/hard dom yoongi, fingering, pussy/clit slapping, light breath play, light brat taming, degradation, thigh slapping, exhibitionist yoongi, not edited sorry, I might’ve missed some things please let know if I did!, i spent way too long on this lmao i also might be broken, i’m not the greatest with smut so i hope you enjoy it

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“You lied to me!” You yell angrily throwing open the doors to the conference room. Yoongi isn’t fazed by this little stunt and simply casts you a look over his shoulder sighing heavily before pulling the other occupants attention back to him.

“Let’s end the meeting here, it seems my wife has something she wishes to discuss.” The men who sit at the table nod once, moving to leave quickly fearing the wrath of their boss. The doors close behind them settling an eerie silence in the room, you remain unmoved brow furrowed and arms crossed as you tap your louis vuitton clad foot impatiently.

“C’mere.” he says, rubbing at his temples and casting a glance in your direction when you remain where you stand. Yoongi quirks his head, lifting a single brow in question when you refuse to do as he says.

“Now.” Your expression shifts, a shiver shooting its way down your spine at the tone he uses. The steps you take are small and hesitant, the usual click clack of your heels muffled on the carpet. Yoongi would never hurt you, you know that but you’ve also never interrupted one of his meetings before. You can see irritation sinking into his features the longer you take to cross the small distance, heat pooling in your belly, pussy growing wetter the closer you get to him, your gaze falls to his hands clenched into tight fists making the veins more prominent. A whimper catches in your throat dying instantly when you hear the way he clicks his tongue in disapproval. It takes an eternity to close the distance, your gaze refusing to meet his, as he sighs at your sudden shyness.

“Give me your panties.” he mumbles, removing his jacket and loosening his tie. Your gaze darts up quickly, nearly tripping to do as he asks, shaky hands sliding under the hem of your dress to remove the piece of clothing. It sticks to your pussy, your face heating at just how wet you are. You ball the material in your palms peeking from under your lashes to see he’s rolled up his sleeves and is now leaning his hip against the giant oak table. He waits for you to place your panties in his hand, easily stuffing the material in his pocket before reaching for you. You shiver under the warmth of his hands, sighing softly as he pulls you closer, nuzzling your temple. You reach for him with shaky hands, whimpering when he stops you, his big hands wrapping around your wrists easily. Tears prick at your eyes at being denied something so simple, finding his gaze with a pout when he stares back emotionless.

“Yoongi.” you sob trying to wiggle free.

“Up on the table.” You rush to do as he says, shivering when the cold of the table meets the warmth of your skin. His hand finds your throat, not quite squeezing but resting it’s weight in temptation. He presses his forehead to yours, gaze narrowed eyes sparklingly with lust.

“Do I need to teach my bratty girl a lesson?” He breathes, nudging your nose softly tone dropping a few octaves, it has your thighs rubbing together to relieve the ache.

“ ‘M not a brat.” you whisper, breath hitching when his finger tighten around your throat.

“You’re always making trouble, do you need me to fuck your precious pussy baby?” He asks, his gaze clouded over with lust darkening the beautiful brown of his eyes. “Need me to fuck the brattiness out of you?” The tone he uses is condescending, fogging up your mind in a way that has your pussy fluttering. You keen, thighs coming together at the feel of his hand coming down, skin burning at the harsh smack.

“Spread your legs baby, you know better.” He says running a palm across your heated skin soothing the sting. Tears prick at your eyes, thighs falling open easily, trembling slightly as he steps into the space. Your hips twitch a breathy moan filling the air as he slowly trails his finger through your arousal, bringing his soaked digits to his mouth and locking eyes with you as he licks them clean.

"Still so sweet.” He murmurs, darkened gaze finding your own as he works you open, a single digit sinking into the warm wet heat of your pussy. You hiccup, embarrassed at the light squelching sound that it makes as he adds a second digit curling them slightly so they press into that spongy spot you can never quite reach on your own.

“You just needed me to stuff your slutty pussy baby, is that it?”

“Y-yes.” You gasp as he adds one more digit, hissing at the stretch as his thumb rubs tight circles into your clit.

“My needy girl, throwing a tantrum for this.” He whispers relishing in the way you cry out when he pulls out of your needy cunt to land a punishing smack to your pussy. You try to close your legs, flinching at the way Yoongi pulls them back open a disbelieving scoff falling from him lips.

“Thought you were my good girl?” he asks in a tone that is a little condescending.

“ ‘m a good girl.” you whimper hands reaching for him, as tears cloud your vision when he denies you this again.

“Then keep your legs open.” he growls, landing another harsh smack to the puffy glistening lips of your pussy. You wail pathetically, thighs trembling, flinching when his hand comes down again choking on a sob that quickly turns into a moan at the way he fucks his fingers into your dripping heat.

“That’s it baby, I got you, you’re my good girl, my perfect girl.” he mutters, hand tangling in your hair as he presses quick feverish kisses to your skin. Nose nudging your own, while he whispers praises, your skin feels too warm a tingle zipping up your back it has you digging your nails in his clothed shoulders. A soft chuckle leaving him as he kisses your cheek, sighing at the way your pussy flutters around his fingers, the wet squelch almost like music to his ears. He basks in the breathy gasping moans he pulls from your body the longer he denies you your orgasm, drawing it out just enough for it to be satisfying.

“Y-yoon, wanna cum, p-please.” you whimper, biting into your bottom lip to muffle your moans. Yoongi gently pulls your lip from between teeth kissing the bruised skin, and rubbing quick tight circles into your clit, watching the way your brows furrow the light sheen of sweat at your temple glistening in the low light of the conference room.

“Cum for me.” he drawls, gaze drinking in the way your body trembles a strangled moan filling the air as you tighten around his fingers. He works you through your orgasm, prolonging as much as he can watching the way you flinch away from the overstimulation. Your body sags, practically boneless as you pant into the still air of the room and Yoongi plants a few kisses to your lips, singing his praise.

“My beautiful girl, you did so well.”

“Hmm, I’m still mad at you.” you say meeting his amused gaze, a smile easily splitting your lips.

“What can I do to make it better?” he asks pulling you to stand before him, his hands smoothing down the skirt of your dress. Fingers skimming the soft skin of your thighs, taking in the way you shiver quickly taking his hands in yours to avoid any further temptation.

“Come home early, and we can finish up what we started.” you breathe tilting your head up so he can really kiss you the way you want.

“Is that all princess?”

“Don’t call me princess.”

“Okay, I’ll be home early sweetheart.”

“Promise?” you ask, grinning up at him.

“I promise.” he says, running his thumb over your knuckles.

“Good, I’ll see you then.”

“See you then, love you.” he mumbles, planting a soft kiss to your knuckles before he lets you leave. His lips splitting with a smile at the way your eyes sparkle and you giggle happily, throwing a soft ‘I love you’ at him before closing the door behind you. He stuffs his hands in his pockets thumb grazing the lace of your panties, he meant it when he said he loved you, he always would, he thinks as he turns his attention to Jungkook who looks equal parts annoyed and amused.

“I was here the whole time.”

“I know, enjoy the show?” Yoongi asks, a smirk kissing his lips at the way the younger cringes.

“So what did you need from me?” he asks pushing away the thoughts of having watched one of his friends (rather enthusiastically) fuck their wives.

“It shouldn't be too hard for a man of your caliber.” he laughs watching the way Jungkook frowns.

@boymeetsweevil did I do good?

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Forbidden Fruit (Pt. 4) | Keanu Reeves x Reader

Part 3

WARNING: Daddy kink/issues. Age gap. Filthy fucking smut, what everyone's been fucking waiting for (18+ readers ONLY). Slight blood kink.

NOTE: I hope this chapter was good enough. This is my gift for you guys since I saw how much you support my writings and how worried a lot of you were when my account was terminated. I hope this is a good enough gift hehe. Also, if you guys want to be added on the taglist in future chapters, just say so!

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"W-What?" You asked, secretly pinching your thighs to try and see if this was all a dream.

Keanu stared at you with this intensity in his eyes. The familiar chocolate brown eyes he always had was replaced by a darker shade of lust and you gulped at the sight. You tried your hardest to avert your gaze somewhere else, trying your best not to look at his twitching cock that was standing up against his abdomen on all its glory.

Jesus fuck he was huge.

"I said, come here, Y/N." Your body stilled at the mention of your name from his mouth. You knew he was serious the moment he uttered your name for the first time in how many days. Taking a deep breath, you skeptically made your way closer to him while nervously fiddling with your fingers.

"Sit." His command instantly made you sit down on the edge of the bed, still not having the courage to look at him in the eye because you knew that if you did, you feared you might spontaneously combust on the spot.

Keanu looked at you and almost hated you for looking so innocently tempting. He was much taller and bigger than you are and it'd be so easy to just grab you take you right there and then. He wondered how loud you'd get whenever someone took you so roughly in bed and the thought caused his cock to twitch again that he had to bite down his tongue to stop himself from making any noises.

"You shouldn't be watching me, sweet girl." Keanu would say gently but the gravel in his voice made you weak in the knees, you silently thanked him that he had you sit down.

"I-I know." You replied, feeling your cheeks heat up at the situation at hand. Would he tell your Mom? Would he ignore you after this? What will he do?

All these questions ran inside your head that you didn't notice Keanu reaching out and caressing your cheek with the back of his hand before tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear.

"Look at me, baby." He whispered and you couldn't help but shift your eyes towards him and the look you gave alone almost made him let out a groan on the spot.

God, you looked so fucking delectable. So ripe for the taking.

"What you did was bad. You shouldn't be watching me like that. And you shouldn't be touching yourself in the process." Keanu had this predatory look on his face as he gently grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him, causing you to gasp lightly, the noise causing him to smirk quite a bit.

"M-Maybe you shouldn't have left the door open." You stated, trying to grab as much confidence you had left in you as you could. Your reply made Keanu's brows rise up in amusement, he found it adorable that you tried to act tough despite how close you were at falling into his whims.

"Yeah? Well maybe you shouldn't have peeked in."

"Maybe you shouldn't have moaned my name." You backfired, trying to test what his reaction to that one might be. Keanu stilled and looked deep into your eyes before he grabbed your jaw in his calloused hand firmly, making you whimper.

"Maybe you shouldn't be such a fucking temptress." He hissed and his words alone caused you to freeze on your spot as he slowly let go of your face, his fingers ghosting down to your neck, your collarbone and then your shoulder, where the puff sleeve of your dress began to slip down as it exposed your right shoulder.

"This is what I was talking about." He said, his voice dangerously low, "Just look at you. Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to ignore you? Especially when you look so fucking good?"

You opened your mouth to say something but no words came out. Instead, Keanu looked at you and took the opportunity to slip in his thumb inside your slightly opened mouth. The action took you by surprise but your body began to relax as you held his arm steady, your cheeks hollowing as you began to softly suck on his thumb.

Keanu never left his eyes on you. Instead, he watched just how pretty you looked, sucking on his thumb. How pretty your lips looked wrapped around it. And the look of pure bliss when you finally had something of his inside your sinful mouth.

"So fucking beautiful..." He whispered and pulled his thumb away, making you whine softly at him which caused a chuckle to emit from his lips.

"Please..." You pleaded, no longer taking the teasing anymore. You were already here, sucking on his fucking thumb while he was stark naked in front of you. You already knew he knew how much he wanted you and there was no doubt he wanted you as well.

You've had enough, you wanted him to take you.

"Please what, angel?" Keanu asked. He already knew what you wanted. But for some sick, twisted reason, he needed to hear it from your lips. To hell with the consequences, he'll deal with that later.

"Please fuck me... Fuck me, Keanu, just do it. I promise I'll be good. Only for you, just please." You pleaded, practically begged at him and your words caused Keanu to growl softly. The sound was enough to make you wetter by the second. You swore you were already dripping through the bed.

"Such a needy girl you are, baby. You want my cock, is that it?" Keanu teased, putting his hand on your thigh as he slowly hiked your dress up, revealing your baby pink laced panties that was already pushed to the side, giving him a glimpse of how deliciously wet you are already.

"Fuck, look at you.." You whimpered softly at the look he gave you. It was the look of hunger and you were already familiar with that stare. You've gotten it from the previous men you were in a relationship with but Keanu's was by far your favorite. His eyes were expressive and you could tell by how his cock has been twitching that he wanted nothing more than to have you sit down right on top of his fucking cock.

"What a naughty girl. Getting all wet by watching an old man like me masturbate." Keanu chuckled deeply and made sure your dress was all hiked up. He liked to see you like this. All flustered and soaking just for him.

Keanu's hand pushed your thighs apart, causing you to spread out more in front of him which you gladly obliged. The fucking sight of you is just mouth-watering. He had never seen someone so beautiful. So innocent yet so sinful. The older man sucked on the thumb you previously sucked on and pushed your panties more to the side before he began to rub circles on your swollen nub.

The sensation was enough to make you throw your head back, a delicious moan escaping your mouth as you felt his thumb just circling around your clit. You were so sensitive and lust began to cloud in your eyes and you felt as if your mind was shortcircuiting.

A part of you wanted to stop. This was your mom's boyfriend and you knew how much she loved him, you had seen it earlier. The way Keanu looked at her with softness in his eyes. And how he never fails to kiss her goodbye when she goes to work and when she gets home.

But a part of you was selfish. So selfish in fact, that you found yourself grinding against Keanu's hand, whiny moans escaping your glossed lips as the older man looked at you with this predatory look in his eyes. You knew you needed to stop this but your body was telling you otherwise.

And Keanu felt the same way. But it was as if he was throwing everything out the window and that included his morals, to hell with that. A soft growl escaped his mouth as he saw how you fucking glistened. And you glistened just for him, he did that.

The thought of being able to make you this wet made something in him snap and you found Keanu just suddenly ripping your panties off and you could've sworn he ruined them. You squealed when he grabbed a hold of your thighs, pulling you towards the edge of the bed as he hiked your dress up even more until you were completely exposed for him.

Keanu got off of the bed, positioning himself in between your legs when he spread them open. He couldn't help the grunt that emitted from his lips at the sight of your pussy looking like a whole fucking dessert.

"Holy fucking Christ, you look so good..." Keanu whispered, mostly to himself as he began to pepper kisses along your legs and inner thighs, his beard slightly scratching your skin making you whimper for him.

"Please, daddy..."

"I know, baby, I know. Shit, I've never seen a pussy this pretty." He groaned and spread your lips apart with his fingers and you could've sworn Keanu had drooled a bit at the sight of you all spread out for him.

"Y/N, I can't take it anymore, I'm gonna fucking taste you." And before you could even realize what was going on, you mouth dropped open as a loud, almost pornographic like moan slipped out of your lips when Keanu's tongue laid flat on your cunt before he began to lap up your juices.

"Oh, God, fuck yes!" You cried out and tangled your fingers in Keanu's hair while you spread your legs out as more for him. You felt his tongue flickering on your clit before sucking on it. It seemed as if he wasn't satisfied with just that. Keanu would spread your pussy lips open with his fingers before he shoved his tongue right inside of your cunt.

Your eyes rolled at the back of your head as you babbled incoherent words while you grinded your pussy more onto his tongue, dying for more friction.

"You taste so fucking good, doll. So sweet, fuck..." Keanu groaned against your soaking core just as you failed on keeping yourself up and collapsed on the bed completely, mind completely hazed with pleasure.

"You're making my pussy feel amazing, daddy." You whimpered, letting the lewd words out of your mouth before you could even stop yourself.

Keanu chuckled darkly at your words just as you felt his fingers teasing your hole, trying to lube them up while his tongue was too busy focusing on your throbbing clit.

It was too much, it was too fucking much and he was just eating you out. What more could happen when he starts to fuck you?

"Keanu, I- Oh fuck, fuck!" Your words were cut short when Keanu pushed two of his fingers up your pussy, "Holy shit, Keanu, you're so good!"

"How sweet of you, baby." He teased just as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you in a slow pace but it gradually sped up and before you knew it, he was curling his fingers up to hit that sweet spot that always weakened you.

"Fuck, baby, I wish you could just see how fucking beautiful you are. How fucking delicious you look." Keanu placed a kiss on your inner thigh and couldn't help but reach up to grope your breast with his free hand.

It was getting too much to bear. Keanu was being too skillful with his fingers. Shoving it deep in you and curling his fingers up to hit your g-spot. When that wasn't enough for him, he pulled back to watch your reaction when he started to rub circles on your clit with his thumb.

The writhing of your hips and the delicious noises that you let out was fucking heaven itself, he wished to have it recorded but maybe that could be done later. His lips twitched into a smirk as he felt your walls clenching around his fingers, your juices completely oozing onto his palm. You were close, he could feel it.

"Shit, shit." You whimpered desperately, "Daddy, I'm so close, you're gonna make me cum..."

"I know, sweet girl, I know. I can feel you. I can fucking feel you clenching around my fingers."

"Please, please! Please, Keanu..." You pleaded and you knew that Keanu knew what you wanted but it wasn't enough. He needed to hear you say it. Say and tell him what you want him to do to you.

"Please what, baby? Come on, I know you can tell me. Fuck, you've been such a good girl, tell daddy what you want." He cooed at you and the fact that he refers to himself as daddy just made you moan even more, tears starting to prickle in the corner of your eyes.

"M-Make- oh my god, keep doing that- make me cum... please make me cum, Keanu, I'll do anything, I beg you just... please!" You begged him and that was enough for Keanu to press his forehead against yours, silently coaxing you to look him in the eye.

"Cum, pretty girl. Cum for daddy, come on." He encouraged you as you struggled to keep your eyes open when your body finally let go and came hard on him fingers. Unbeknownst you, it drove Keanu crazy that you chose to look at him as you reached your orgasm. You moaned against Keanu's mouth just as he groaned against yours at the feeling of how tight and warm you felt as you came just for him. He could only imagine how much he'd ravage you when he finally gets the opportunity to push his cock inside your cunt.

When your body somehow stilled, you panted and whimpered at how empty you felt when Keanu pulled his fingers out of you. You felt yourself blushing when he proudly showed how his hand was glistening from your nectar.

You opened your mouth to say something but instead, let out a small gasp as you watched Keanu wrapping his lips around his fingers, tasting yourself on him while his dark eyes were completely focused on you.

"Keanu..." You whispered but you were instantly baffled when he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, kissing you roughly as his hand found its way on your cheek. Keanu would position himself in between your legs, the tip of his cock slightly brushing against your creamy folds.

"I don't think I could hold myself back much longer." He'd whisper.

"Don't. Just please, don't." You looked deep into his eyes, silently pleading him to just fucking take you.

Keanu stared down at you and he knew right then and there that he was done for. Well, he was already done for the moment he began to lust after you. This was just the cherry on top of the devil's cake.

He'd grab his throbbing length and rubbed it up and down your slit, making sure his cock was all lubed up before he slid himself into you. As much as he loved to know the feeling of your mouth around his cock, that had to wait.

"I want you to look at me when I shove my cock deep inside you." Keanu would whisper and you couldn't help but nod your head vigorously at his request.

Taking a deep breath, Keanu would line himself up at your entrance and slowly pushed himself inside as he groaned in response. You took a sharp breath since he was much bigger than you imagined and you needed a moment to adjust yourself around his size.

"Shhh, it's okay, sweet girl." He'd coo at you as he gently caressed your cheek with the back of his hand. Once Keanu was fully inside, you took a few seconds to get comfortable before you nodded your head for him to move.

His thrusts were slow at first. As if he wanted you to desperately plead him to go faster. And somehow, that worked. You found yourself rocking back against his cock, your legs wrapped around his waist and silently coaxed him to fasten up his pace.

"What do you want, baby?" He asked, sensing how much you were squirming underneath him, your hips rolling against his length and the sight made him curse.

"Faster, Keanu, please..." You whimper and Keanu didn't need to be told twice as he picked up the pace and began to pound your pussy as if it was the first time in a long time he'd had sex.

"Oh, fuck, fuck! My God, you're fucking tight!" Keanu moaned loudly and soon, it was followed by a whimper, "Baby, you're so good around my cock, holy shit..."

"All for you, daddy." You managed to say as you looked down, watching Keanu push himself in and out of your oozing cunt.

"Yeah, you like what you see? You're one dirty little slut, aren't you? Wanting to be fucked by a man twice your age." Keanu's filthy words caused a series of whorish moans to escape from your drooling mouth.

It was already too much but you wanted more of what you're getting. Keanu's cock was repeatedly hitting your g-spot and you knew he was getting close the moment you felt his thrusts getting sloppier by the second. Reaching down, you found yourself bold enough to grab his ass, your nails digging down on your skin as you silently indicated for him to go deeper.

An almost animalistic growl escaped his mouth as he grabbed your leg and put it over his shoulder before he grabbed your hips and drove himself deep inside your greedy pussy. The once silent room was filled with your moans and the bed creaking and you were sure enough that the neighbors could hear you especially when it's already late at night.

Keanu couldn't even help but collapse and nuzzle his face against your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your skin before he bit down on it causing you to yelp. The stinging pain from his bite just added more to the pleasure you were feeling and suddenly, you began to feel the familiar knot forming in the pit of your stomach.

"Keanu... Daddy, I'm gonna-"

"I know, baby, I know. Just hold on for daddy a bit, yeah? Just a little longer, angel." Keanu whimpered against your ear as he kept thrusting himself balls deep in you. You bit your lip hard enough to draw blood on your lips that when Keanu pulled away from your neck and saw how red your lips were, the image of you all flushed with lust clouding your eyes and lips all red was enough for him to give you one final thrust before he moaned your name out loud as he shot ropes of his thick cum inside you.

You whimpered at the feeling and soon, your body jumped when you felt Keanu reaching down to rub your clit vigorously as he kept pounding your pussy despite him already cumming. The sensation got too much to the point you felt yourself letting go.

"Oh, fuck! Don't stop, don't stop!" You screamed out in pleasure and Keanu nodded his head vigorously at your demand.

"Holy shit, baby, I can feel you cumming on my cock." Keanu hissed and soon crashed his lips against yours, slightly tasting your blood on your lips and it only made him groan as he slowly calmed down.

Pulling away, Keanu collapsed on the bed beside you, panting as he looked up at the ceiling. You were trying to catch your breath, your legs were shaking and it took a good few minutes before you finally gathered your composure.

You were both disheveled. Keanu was laying down on the bed completely naked, his hair matted against his forehead while you were still in your dress. However, you noticed how the sleeves of your dress had already slipped off of your shoulders and the clothing barely covered your cunt, you hair looking like a completely mess with your lips slightly wounded from how hard you bit it.

It was all real.

The thought had hit you like a truck. You somehow hoped this was all a dream. But when you turned to look at Keanu and saw how he looked as if he had made the same realization as you, you knew this was as real as it can be.

"Oh God..." You whispered, your eyes widening slowly in shock.

But nothing could've prepared you from what you heard from Keanu.

"What have we done?"

At this point, you're not so sure anymore if this was worth it.

To hell with forbidden fruits.

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Garrote part 10

[Starz Power Diego Jimenez x Jazmine Mann (Black!OC)]

Word count: 3.1k words

Warning(s): Mature | Gun phobia, stalking. Diego and Healy get POVs in this one while Jazmine gets some R&R with the help from her mother. This is a plot only chapter, sorry. Previous Masterlist Next

Author’s Note: No beta reader and I’m far too exhausted to edit properly. After this story, I’m gonna adjust exactly how I format my fics. My million other fic ideas plus my debate over participating in NANOWRIMO this year have been keeping me from working on this too much, I figured it was time to put this up since the last chapter was posted in September... 

The rest of the day went by with a subtle ease. The temperature was just perfect for a coat and Diego seemed to have nowhere to be. Bordering on the miraculous, it was the man himself who asked her if she wanted to go out and have fun. Feeling caught off guard, Jazmine elected to throw caution to the wind and suggest something other than a fancy nightclub to hang out in. And when Diego heard the name, his jaw dropped. 

Two-Bit’s Retro Arcade. 

He did not ask why (though he did scoff, but more so in amusement than derision). Julio was elated to hear the address (apparently he’d been before), and Miguel looked crestfallen to have to stay at the penthouse. The journey from ritzy apartment to 25 cent arcade felt like being washed in time, stepping backwards into her past with a piece that didn't belong in that memory. 

The place was decently busy, there seemed to be no parties bigger than five. A collection of young kids took up the classics section, rotating between Dig Dug, Pac Man, and Tapper Light. The young man who played pinball every day was there. She didn't know his name but she knew his three letter handle because he had the highest score on every pinball machine in the arcade. The rest were small and easygoing groups, buying beers and gathering around prize winning claw games or Dance Dance Revolution. 

"Do they have air hockey?," Diego asked over her shoulder. He was dressed down per her request, in a simple hoodie and jeans. She kept glancing at him, feeling drawn to the simplicity of liking a simple man. 

"Over here." She had no intention of hiding how familiar she was with this place. Diego gave Julio a nod and the man dissolved into the background but was never out of sight. Suddenly, Jazmine became very aware that there were now at least two guns in this public space. Air hockey was... occupied. "Looks like a college tournament. Come on, we're not going to be able to play for like a week." 

She grabbed his arm to guide him away, but the man didn't budge. He stared those college boys down, looking for a fight. If he started something… 

"Diego. Diego! Please… it's just a game, I know a better one we won't have to share." 

At last he acquiesced and followed behind, never more than a foot away. She didn't realize she was holding her breath and wondered if those guys noticed his staring… they probably thought it was normal though. 

Jazmine brought Diego to the darkest corner of the arcade where nobody was or needed to pass by. If she stopped dead in her tracks, Diego would have tripped over her immediately for how close he was, but now that he had her exclusive attention, she didn't mind. She gestured to her favorite game and smiled. 

"Welcome to Marvel Vs Capcom: Clash of Superheroes," she announced. "Nobody plays this version because there's a huge glitch that sometimes makes one character untouchable." 

"OK." Diego wore a sly grin. No doubt he intended to find the cheat character and win all matches, but Jazmine knew all of this game's little secrets. 

Unsurprisingly, Diego's first pick was Wolverine. Jazmine refrained from rolling her eyes and let him work through the board of player characters, picking her own at random and sometimes picking the one she knew would fair better against his character to make it an even game. She watched his brow grow tighter and tighter as he couldn't find the broken character. He even switched up strategies– picking the characters that looked the least strong and working up from there (the opposite of his earlier choices). At last, he picked Chun-Li, having not noticed Jazmine picked it three times already, and he glanced at her face once more to see if she reacted, but the woman gave nothing away. Not until he looked towards the screen did she crack a smile. 

The way the smugness drained off of Diego's face made her smile broaden. He looked at the controls as if they were to blame, then to Jazmine and back to the screen where Chun Li had walked off of the edge of the screen. Annoyed, he leaned over the controls menacingly and waited for an explanation from the Cheshire cat grin on his partner's face. 

It took her awhile to answer him– she was trying really hard to fight the bubbling laughter in her belly. "Yeah, that um… that's what I was talking about. If you play the same character four times, the game breaks. You can't be hit but you also can't hit and you need to hold down the joystick to keep from walking off the edge of the screen… if you let them get away, well… you have to unplug the whole system." 

Diego looked pissed. He stared her down for so long she gulped but eventually, he freed her from his penetrative gaze. His hand slipped under her jacket and found a home at the base of her spine, and suddenly she was being whisked away towards the bathrooms. 

"Where are we–" 

Diego wasted not a breath and pushed her into the women's bathroom (unsurprisingly closet sized), before crowding her space to step inside and lock the door behind. Her heart began to pound against her chest as he turned and fixed her with a commanding glare. He moved as sly as a big cat, forcing her to find purchase against the tiny wood counter with the sink and leaning over her with his lips pressed to her nose. 

He said something softly in Spanish that she didn't understand, but it sounded sultry and it sent a pleasant shiver down her back. She thought he was going to kiss her, but then there was something hard and heavy he pressed into her hand. 

A gun. 

Her eyes bulged– glancing quickly between him and the shiny dark metal of the killing contraption– and shook her head minutely. 

"Take it," he said. She just kept shaking her head, hiding her hands beneath her arms and feeling dizzy, on the verge of passing out. He growled. "I wasn't asking." 

If he wasn't pressed against her, she would be rocking for comfort. Jazmine did not like guns. Her eyes misted over as she whispered, "why?" 

"They've been following us since we left." He slid the wretched mechanism up along her arm and let it rest just below her collarbone. "Haagen's men probably. They're getting bolder– probably by their master's orders." He tilted his head as if he was speaking of something completely mundane as he said, "did you really think those air hockey guys were college students? It's a Thursday." 

Jazmine didn't mean to whimper, but she managed to keep her tears at bay long enough to touch a finger to the gun, not quite taking it, but letting him know she would. She let him show her the safety and slipped it into the back of her pants, careful not to hurt her and demonstrating an awareness of her southpaw. He was almost hugging her when he finally stepped back (as far as the little toilet would allow). When his heel clinked against the porcelain, he turned to make sure he hadn't stepped in a mess, and Jazmine bolted. 

~

"Hello?" 

There was no one else's voice she wanted to hear more than that of Lashawn Mann. Jazmine felt guilt well up alongside the anxiety that had been threatening to consume her for weeks. 

"Mama?" Her voice sounded so small in her own ears. "Can I come over and see you?" 

"Of course, baby. You can come see me right now: I'm at your place." 

Jazmine caught a cab from Essex street home, and though Diego possessed an acute lack of awareness for personal space or feelings, he did leave her alone for a while. No SUVs with fake licenses trailed her home, no voicemails and no texts came through. She put it in airplane mode to make sure things stayed that way. She had a thought to drop Healy's hearing aid down a drain but put it in her pocket instead. 

Lashawn was waiting with Hercules. The tiny bit of annoyance Jazmine usually felt about getting slobbered on washed away the instant she saw her furry grey friend. The woman plopped her butt onto the ground and let the dog run amok in excitement to see her again. 

"Mom…" Hercules settled down in her lap and weighed her to the earth like an anchor for a ship at sea. "If something happens to me, will you take care of her?" 

"What do you mean 'if something happens to you'? Child, I ain't heard from you in two months and you come back with that?" Lashawn sat down on the floor despite her bad knees and leaned on her daughter's shoulder. "Baby, what's going on with you?" 

~

Estupido. She shouldn't have run away like that. 

Diego was overthinking in the backseat while Julio sat in perfect silence. The driver would have preferred the radio on, but his boss demanded the proper atmosphere to brood in. Taking what little he knew of the woman, Jazmine was probably going to retreat to her apartment since he lived in the only other place she was safe. Whatever– she would return in her own time. Unless her own time hindered their operation. 

We can't lose this opportunity. We are so close to Porsche and revenge. Hurry up, cariño. Make our next move. 

Diego was stuck deep inside his head even as he stood with his sister hours later in yet another huge warehouse with examples to be made of. Alicia wiped the blade of her knife onto her bodyguard's sleeve, then turned the blade over to her brother. 

"Finish the last one, will you?" 

Diego hummed, distracted by the conversation at the edge of the half circle. He did not like what he heard. He dug the blade straight into the crying man's heart, then cut his throat just for good measure. The blood on his hands was drying before he was able to speak again. He and Alicia were sat in her limo across from each other. She tactfully ignored his piercing gaze, while he worried the stickiness between his fingers mindlessly. 

"What's this I hear about you staying in New York?" 

Alicia glanced coolly up from inspecting her nails. "What do you mean? Someone needs to run the business." 

"That's what that idiot and your little fuck toy Dre are for. They deal with shit here while we get Porsche back, and then we go home. Together." 

"No," she shrugged. "Dre can't be trusted, Diego. I'm staying, you're going back to Mexico. We can split parent: the girl comes to live with me for a while and then with you. Every month or so…?" 

Diego's hands ball into fists and his teeth hurt from the pressure of keeping his jaw closed. Fucking puta, he thought as the car slowed to a stop. Exiting the car, the man pulled himself up to his full height and reveled in the brief moment of fear that registered on her face. 

"I'm not your errand boy, hermana. I don't do things because you think it's convenient. And I won't be sent away like an annoying pest so you can trounce about in luxury while I'm stuck doing peasant work. Am I the only one worried about that little fucking girl?" 

Through the marble stonework of her mask, he saw the cracks in her armor. "We can talk about this later, Diego." 

"Do you even want her back?," he sneered. 

"Stop it!" 

Alicia pushed him out of her way and disappeared quickly, her entourage scurrying to follow her. Diego looked to his men to find them with their eyes cast down as if they were witness to something they should never see. He stormed away with his head full of rage and more questions than answers. 

~

Meanwhile in a stuffy police office space, Healy was getting chewed out. His superiors figured him out, and now he was sat in interrogation with a furious pair of agents awaiting an explanation and disciplinary action. 

"You took it too far, Healy," his boss said. "I mean, you have really outdone yourself this time." 

"Yes sir." 

"Fucking A, right!" Agent Brasa slammed her hand on the table. No doubt she was chewing a huge wad of nicotine gum and gunning for his immediate firing. "This was our case, Healy, ours. Mine and Holbrooke, not yours!" 

Holbrooke remained ever brooding, silently leaning against the wall and watching the scene unfold. Though they made remained neutrally poised, he could tell by the pinch in their brow they were just as angry as Brasa. Healy had given up trying to talk to Brasa, and instead appealed to Holbrooke this time. 

"You two have every right to be angry with me–" 

"Oh do I??" Brasa cut in, "I didn't realize I needed your permission to be pissed off!" 

"-- but I did it because I had an 'in.' I saw an opportunity that only I could have seized, and–" 

"Are you really going to let him get away with this, Stahlworth?" Brasa looked accusingly at their boss, who merely scratched at his neck and closed his eyes as if keeping them open pained him greatly. 

"Brasa. Holbrooke. Out. I'll handle this the way I see fit– and don't argue with me, Marie, or I'll put you on suspension." 

The two stormed out into the hall, and finally Healy was able to breathe. As soon as he had been confronted by Stahlworth, he had come clean– setting up a covert op without agency permission and using a civilian to distract the perp while he slipped a mole into the organization and collected information. Brasa and Holbrooke had done amazing work– they discovered Haagen was the head, profiled the victims, and knew many of the locations of the exchanges– but they couldn't get any further to seizure warrants or when the exchanges were taking place. 

Healy looked pleadingly at Stahlworth. "They didn't have the resources to cover all those locations with proper 24 hour surveillance, Jack. Haagen is always one step ahead of them– of us– anyways because someone in this very organization is on his payroll. I don't need the glory, I don't want the case to myself– I just want this fucker behind bars. If you have to suspend me, I understand, if you have to fire me, I get it– but please don't throw out my evidence. People's lives are on the line, and Brasa and Holbrooke need this info–" 

"Who's your informant?" Healy snapped his mouth shut as the dreaded words left Stahlworth to hang menacingly in the air. "Healy? Who. Is your. Informant? Who are you working with? Give me a clearer picture of what you've been up to, and maybe I'll ask the DA to go easy on your ass." 

Healy gritted his teeth and dug his heels in. "I can't tell you any of that. A mole for a mole, I can't afford to trust that the eyes and ears in this very room are sound. Now if you want to pass this case back over to the agents it belongs to, I just have a few conditions concerning the safety of–" 

"Is this about Meghan?," Stahlworth asked. 

Healy's voice died in his throat. A lump formed and he had to swallow it down before it consumed him completely. Standing from his chair, Healy buttoned his coat and came face to face with his boss. 

"This is about the kids I can still save. Sir."

~

After LaShawn helped Jazmine pack her belongings, the daughter decided to take Hercules to the park for some fresh air. Her mother had made it clear she wanted Jazmine to move back in with her since she'd lost her job, but what she didn't know was that before Healy and Haagen, Jazmine was two months behind on rent, and she should have lost the lease to her apartment weeks ago. As it stood now, the landlord hadn’t bothered her once– so someone was paying her bills. Exactly who would remain a mystery as Diego, Healy, and Haagen possessed the means and the interest in keeping her in New York City, so she tried not to think too hard about it. 

Jazmine picked a spot in the grass and let Herc off the leash. She threw a beat up tennis ball with a little cheap plastic arm and watched her happy grey pupper zip around picnickers and other dog walkers, always stopping to be petted by every little girl and boy who squealed happily to see her. The woman was jumpy and constantly on edge, but for some reason she barely flinched when Diego sat down next to her. 

"I'll be honest, I'm glad you're here," she said without looking his way. 

He took the plastic arm and threw the next ball watching Hercules trot over hill and dale for this throw. "Did Healy tell you about Porsche?" 

Jazmine turned to see the dark bags under Diego's eyes. "He said something about a missing baby… is that what you mean?" 

The man leaned into her shoulder. "Yes." 

"I'm sorry, Diego." 

"I want my baby back, Jazmine. I want to watch her grow up happy and healthy and loved." He turns to look at her with an expression of maturity she didn't think he was capable of. "That's why I need you. We need you. You're probably scared, but you can't be more scared than that little girl is right now." 

It felt like a punch to the gut. Part of her was annoyed by his dismissal of her fear, but for the most part she understood. It wasn't hard to figure out what happened to older girls and boys in Haagen's ring, but what the fuck was he doing with babies? The thought twisted her stomach until her head ached from nausea. 

Diego continued, scratching at his eye to cover the build up of tears that threatened to spill out. "Healy said he found evidence of sales for kids under 13 that looked more like adoption papers than anything. Requirements for private education and a separate bedroom, things like that. He said he has a stack with no names but six of them are around her age with the name of the adoptive parents on it. It's a start." 

"It's a very good start." Jazmine placed her hand on Diego's back and let him curl into her side with a sigh. "It means she's still alive, that's fantastic... do you think Haagen noticed the papers were missing? He probably has so many…" 

Diego shrugged noncommittally and dragged her down to lay in the grass with Hercules. As he did, she felt the gun in her pants dig into her back, tightening that fist clenched around her heart. She was safe for now, in this moment. But would she ever be again?

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Order Of The Midnight Sun

CHAPTER 14

     Late that night I woke, the heat pouring off of Bucky was engulfing me. The heaviness of his arm pressed down uncomfortably on my bruised ribs. I shoved the metal appendage off my body in one big heave. I sat up and looked around the room for my sweet love. Slowly I crawled out, giving the other one a quick glance before leaving our living space.

    Grabbing Steve's shirt from one of the chairs I pulled it over my naked body as I walked down the metal steps to the floor of the factory. Looking into the training room and spotted him, he was standing on one of the mock buildings looking out the window. Deftly I jumped up grabbing the railing and pulled myself up. Casually walking along the thin metal till I reached the fake rooftop.

    "Love?" I asked wrapping my arms around his waist, placing my cheek to his bare back.

     "I hate it when he gets like that." He sighed, placing one of his hands on my arms. "I know I shouldn't step in but I have to protect you."

    "Steve, you can't protect me." I stated, sliding around his body so I was next to him. "That's the truth, we aren't in the home anymore. I have to be able to stand on my own."

    "Still, he doesn't need to do that to you, not when.. when you look like this." He said softly, I saw our reflections in the glass.

    For the first time I actually saw my face since my encounter with Zimo. One of my eyes was slightly swollen and the color of an eggplant, the eye it's self  was completely blood shot. My lips bruised and busted, I could see the bruises covering my arms extending up under the sleeves.

    Slowly I pulled my gaze from the smooth plane of the glass, Steve still looked out into the dark night. He eyes were hard, his own gash on his forehead scabbed over. I could still see faint outline of the scar that ran down through his eyebrow, a gift from Zimo.

     "He's not like you." I said softly, Steve finally looked over at me, I could still see the rage burning behind his eyes. "He's trying, he wants to be more like you. Bucky hates that part of him, he doesn't know how to be any different."

    "Kara, why do you defend him?" Steve asked, his body finally turning to face me fully.

    "Because, he didn't have anyone. We had each other, something no other executioner has. When things got tough, you had my back. And I had yours. Bucky has only had Bucky." I replied softly. "And because of that, he's who he is. And I wouldn't trade that."

    "Do you ever wish.." Steve started, pausing to biting his lip.

    "That you were more like him?" I asked, he closed his eyes and nodded. "Never. Steve,  I love you for the man you are, I've loved you since I was twelve. What we have is unique, by definition we shouldn't be together. You know as well as I do, executioners don't do relationships."

    "Guess I'm soft, huh." He sighed, pulling me against his body.

     "No, you're one of the strongest men I know. You're an executioner that has a heart, you allowed Bucky into ours lives. Simply because he wanted what we have, and you saw the same thing I did." I rested my cheek against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. "You share me, even though you know Bucky will hurt me. And you do it cause you see he is changing."

    "Kara, sometimes I hate this life." He admitted, I could hear the haunted sound in his words. "I hate feeling on edge every time we leave, never knowing if we'll see each other again."

    "This is our hand, and I'm glad we have it. Cause I wouldn't know you, who knows how we would of turned out if either of us were in that home alone." I sighed, pulling away to look up at him.

    His eyes scanned my face, a soft smile formed before he dipped his head, his lips brushed against mine. I snaked my arms up around the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. Passion soon filled those sweet tender kisses, the need for more building up. His arm around my waist lifting me from the floor, pressing me against the wall. My legs wrapped around him almost immediately.

    A moan escaped my lips as he trailed his lips down my neck, I felt the gentle rolled of his hips against my bare skin. The friction of the soft fabric of his pants sent heat straight to my core. My fingers tangled in his hair as he nipped at the bit of skin from my collar bone that was exposed.

    "Fuck, I love you." He breathed into my ear as he rolled hips harder into me this time. I whimpered, I wanted more, I wanted him.

     He reached down with his spare hand and pushed his pants down as far as he could. His member springing free of its confines, brushing against my lower lips. He pulled his head back, his eyes meet mine as he lowered my body just bit. Enough to allow him to slide into me, I held his eye contact as I felt every inch of him glide deep into my core.

     When he was like this it was always like the first time. He stilled himself when he bottom out, his lips seeking out mine again. He pulled hips back and then snapped them forward. His body pressing me into the wall, our closeness, this what he needed. He needed to be as close as possible, he pulled his hips back slowly only to drive them back into me.

    "My heart." He whispered breaking the kiss, leaning his forehead against mine. His nickname for me when it was only the two of us.

    Steve picked up his pace as his eyes locked on to mine. Driving himself in me hard, his pelvic bone rubbing against my sensitive nub adding to the pressure that was starting to build. I could hear a whimper escape my throat between pants.

    "Come on Kara. I've got you." He whispered, one more snap and I was done.

    The tense coil snapping hard, my body tingled as the orgasm washed over me. I close my eyes, crying out softly in the dark room. Steve wasn't far behind me, his hips snapped again, their pace becoming erratic. I heard him cuss under his breath as he came.

   His lips sought out mine as he slowly rocked himself into me, riding out our highs. Moments of just the two of us a lone are far and few in between, and I relish every second with him. Steve is my love, my home. And being with him like this reminds me of when we were younger, sharing the same room in the home. We were sixteen, and up until Bucky, the only man I had ever been with.

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