#You Could Die Getting Close To Me So I'm Going To Build My Personality Around Avoiding That
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I don't talk about Fukawa nearly enough but I'm replaying THH's prologue and ch1 with friends and god, her abrasiveness and self-isolating tendencies are so painful once you understand her situation. If I was in her boots I'd hate myself and want to push others away from me too.
#surprising komaeda parallels now that i think about it#You Could Die Getting Close To Me So I'm Going To Build My Personality Around Avoiding That#forgive me if she spells this out at some point it's been a looong time#.txt#danganronpa#fukawa#dr analysis#kinda lol
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Note: ‘‘Ovulating every other fucking day...RELEASE ME,,
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Fandom: Hoyoverse’s Genshin Impact
Pairing: (Fem.)Reader x Malipo Kinich
Content Warnings: (NSFW) Headcanons, Praise, Slight Teasing
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Kinich in bed? Yeah, okay, I'd die happy. Kinich is extremely level-headed, always calm if not borderline disinterested. He isn't usually one for sugarcoating his attitude or sweet talking but you can bet your ass that nonchalant attitude 180s once you hit the sheets.
Personally headcannon him as a switch, leaning top, and heck, even if you're the one topping, are you actually the one in control? He'd so be the type to lean back, either with his back to the headboard or fully lying down, and watch you do your thing with unfiltered amusement in his eyes. He'd be a tease, not in the sense that he'd edge your release, but rather, he'd help it build faster than you can help it. "You doing okay up there?" he'd speak up with a barely hidden huff of laughter. "Need my help? Sure looks like you're doing just fine on your own.".
He'd keep eye contact with you, and if you blinked for a second too long, he'd be on you in an instant. "What? Is it too much?" he'd sit up, his chest against yours, quickly rising and falling, "Keep your eyes on me, cmon". If you started to get fidgety and visibly close, he'd grab your hips and help your movements meet his, "Mmm feel that?" you'd squeeze around him and he'd choke out a, "Oh I know you do..". He's the type to smile, smirk, grin, so proudly, so smugly as he sees bliss wash over you, and keep his grip firm on your hips or thighs, making sure you stay right there, so you could feel him twitch inside you when he hears you moan as you release. Want you to be fully made aware of how you make him feel.
If he found out you were into praise, oh, how he'd never let you hear the end of it. You're already struggling to breathe, and he'd just smugly let it slip past his lips; "Yeah? You're doing so fucking well.". He'd layer it on thick, making you constantly stumble over your own breaths and always finding a new way to let his words really get to you, really get you there. "Is this what you needed pretty girl?" he hums hovering above you, his small grunts near your ear as he gets closer, "Because fuck this is what I've been thinking of all day," he relishes in the small trembls traveling your spine, "daydreaming of how good you'd feel, how you'd look so good for me, and be so good for me".
He'd know. You're ovulating? He knows. You're just in the mood? He knows. Stressed? Yup. Pent-up? Uh huh. Needy? He's already smiling at you knowingly. "Don't be shy," he'd look at you intently, "I'm not going to judge you, especially not for wanting this.". I don't think he's the type to make you admit your desires outright or make you beg for it, I think if anything, he enjoys the act of being proven right enough. He'll go along with your actions if you're too shy to voice your needs, and instead will just make little adjustments to fit what you fantasized about this time. "There." He'd manhandle you into a different pose, shift himself behind you, voice near your neck, like you'd secretly wanted him to, "This better?".
Would be completely normal about taking care of himself in front of you, or casually when you're together, or sharing the same space. That's one of the benefits to his usual lack of care; if he got hot and bothered, he'd palm himself without a second thought. You just came home from your outing, and you make your way to the bedroom? Yeah, he's on your bed, hand down his baggy pants and panting, moaning every now and then, loudly. He knows you're there, he just doesn't give a shit. In fact, he'd force himself to go faster, to tease more, and just overall make his voice needier, and whinier, and if he's feeling like you need to hear it, he'll let even a whimper slip. He's well aware you get off on his pleasure as well, and would immediately beckon you over to finger you deep if you felt your core heat up watching him. He's running the fingers along your walls, thumb rubbing onto your most sensitive part as he'd speak quietly, "You liked it? I'm glad" he's chuckling, "I'll do it more often then" and the fingers are slipping in and out so easily and they feel so fucking good but all he says is "There we go," with a smitten smile.
#kinich#x reader#fem reader#genshin#genshin impact#genshin smut#genshin impact fic#kinich genshin#genshin kinich#kinich smut#sub reader#kinich x reader#kinich x you#kinich x y/n#genshin fic#praise k!nk#teasing#switching#voice kink#service top#boyfriend scenarios#headcanon#malipo kinich#genshin x reader#genshin fanfic
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Fuck It Friday/Sentences Sunday/Motivation Monday (Musings)
Tagged by @screamlet and @firehose118 on Friday, @station18908 and @freneticfloetry yesterday, and @ambernotember, @zeraparker, and @chococara25 today
Here's some more of the s3 lawsuit arc alt meeting au that I actually wrote into the tumblr text editor just now. Do the kids still say YOLO?
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Buck looks up and misses Peru and its huge, endless sky with a sudden, sharp ache. The LA skyline just seems to eat more of it every day. He remembers Maddie saying she got a bunch of calls during the blackout last year from people who were terrified of the giant, silvery cloud in the sky, because none of them had ever seen the Milky Way before. Sometimes he thinks he's going to look up one day and there'll be no sky at all—just a tangle of steel, concrete, and glass.
"The city wants to settle," Buck admits quietly, skirting the edge of full-on whispering. He keeps waiting for a reporter to jump out of the shadows and demand a quote. "They offered me twelve million dollars."
"Shit." Tommy lets out a low whistle, then shifts a little. It brings his arm up against Buck's. "Makes sense, I guess. The city's been hit with so much bullshit over the last few years that they'd probably throw in ownership of Library Tower to avoid the media circus alone. You gonna take it?"
While Buck was laid up on the 9th floor of First Pres after the bombing, he watched an episode of Modern Marvels on his phone centered around the history of dynamite, and when Bobby refused point blank to let him come back, all he could taste in the back of his mouth was nitroglycerine. It's been sweating out of his pores for weeks, crystalizing in every deposition he's been forced to sit through, building up at night when he can't sleep and when he checks his phone throughout the day hoping to find even one new text; and all the while he's been dreading the single spark that would send it all sky high.
He thinks of Eddie calling him exhausting in the middle of Howie's Market and tastes burnt caramel; hears Bobby's patronizing you're not ready like the crackle of a lit detacord; and the easy way Tommy makes the city's offer sound like a fair response to all of the shit Buck's been shoveling since the bombing is a shock out of nowhere.
Kaboom.
"I don't want money!" Buck explodes, sliding off the wall and shoving his hands into his hair. "I don't want a single, solitary dime, Tommy, I just want my job back!"
Normally, having someone stare at him the way Tommy's currently doing — like Buck just admitted to being a space alien or that he had a room full of porcelain dolls like his Uncle James — would be mortifying enough to shut him up, but he's been sweating nitroglycerin and no one's upended him to redistribute the weeping. There's no stopping him now.
"D-Do you know how hard I worked to get to where I am? My doctors didn't think I'd be able to walk normally again, never mind run up ten flights of stairs with a full kit on! I did the training! I did the full course so many times I thought I'd die some days, but I-I passed every time. Every test they threw at me, I passed. I'm pretty sure they made a few up just to see if I could handle them — and I did. I did, and I was cleared by every person on that med panel and they all shook my hand and welcomed me back! I should be back!"
For a white-hot moment, he thinks he's going to take out the entire block with the sheer force of his anger. And despite being well within the blast radius, Tommy does nothing.
Panting, Buck closes his eyes and waits for the dust to settle. "Th-They covered my name."
"They what?"
"On my locker," Buck murmurs. When he opens his eyes, the world swims through a curtain of tears. "They... put her name over mine. Bosko. They just... taped right over it. Like a bandaid."
Even to his own ears, he sounds baffled. Not even angry; all his energy was expended during the blast. Now he's just hurt and confused, because no one told him. No one said they were bringing someone else in.
"I just... I don't understand how it was that easy for them."
"That what was easy?" Tommy asks, unbearably gentle, and it has Buck knuckling away a fresh, hot wave of tears. It sounds like how having your back rubbed while you're throwing up feels. Buck can barely tolerate it, but he's so grateful it's there all the same.
Buck breathes out shakily and finally says it out loud. One final shockwave. "Replacing me."
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No pressure tags: @beanarie, @setmeatopthepyre, @leashybebes, @geddyqueer, @dharmaavocado, @politenotice, @alchemistc, and @apollabarnes (plus everyone who tagged me first!)
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4.8k, yandere, model/actress!reader, CEO!Jeonghan, power play, brat behavior, brat taming, stalking, harassment, paparazzi, forced hiatus, kidnapping, anxiety, mentions of alcohol, smut, restraints, minor BDSM, handjob, groping, fingering, penetration, creampie, possessive behavior
A/N: Surprise! This is my piece for the collab I'm co-hosting with @sanaxo-o as well as something written for them at their own request. I hope you enjoy!
“No comment.”
You got into the back of your limo while keeping a calm composure. As soon as the door was shut you sighed in relief and took off your sunglasses. The latest scandal getting all the media attention was about how you were secretly dating the male lead of the drama you had made a cameo in. Of course his fans were mad and throwing all kinds of hate your way. The pictures going around showed the two of you having dinner together in a private room, sitting side by side and looking so happy and in love. It wasn’t actually a date but you were really enjoying yourself, and everyone loves to spin a good story. Although it was a secret outing that your company didn’t know about, until now that is.
When your phone started buzzing in your purse you already knew who was calling, but you weren’t in the mood for a scolding. You’d be at your company soon enough, and then you’d get an earful in person. Your phone kept ringing for a while but you continued to ignore it, wanting to enjoy what was left of your peace. Thankfully the building had a private entrance, so once past the main gate you didn’t have to worry about reporters, but it was better to remain cautious until you were inside. It was only until you were in the elevator that you could relax a bit, heading up to the top floor. As soon as the elevator doors opened your manager was there to greet you, a look of disappointment on their face.
“What the hell were you thinking!?”
“I deserved to be invited out for a meal.”
“You are unbelievable.”
“It wasn’t a real date. He just wanted to give me pointers for future acting gigs.”
“We both know that’s a lie.”
“But it’s what you’ll tell the press, right?”
“… the Ceo wants to see you.”
“Obviously. Let’s get this over with.”
You made your way to the CEO’s office, not even bothering to knock and just letting yourself in, plopping down on the couch. You pulled out your phone and dismissed all the missed calls you had, going onto the internet to see what the latest articles were saying about you. Although you didn’t get to see anything as your phone was snatched from you.
“What have I told you about secret outings?”
“Don’t get caught.”
“I see you’re being smart today.”
“I’m very intelligent, thanks for noticing.”
“Except when it comes to sneaking around apparently.”
“It’s not my fault those reporters are stalking me! Why can’t you get a restraining order? Isn’t that your job?”
“I’m not a fixer, I’m the CEO of the company you represent and work for! It’s not my job to fix this mess of yours.”
“But you’ll do it anyway, right?”
“… why were you out with that man?”
“Jealous?”
“Answer me, y/n.”
You sighed. “He asked me out for dinner, wanting to talk about my career. I figured getting close to someone like him could help me get bigger roles in future projects.”
“And do you still think that’s gonna happen?”
“Absolutely. Those pictures show we have great chemistry, and I could be a wonderful love interest. Of course they were taken out of context but can still work to our benefit.”
“Our benefit?”
“I’m here to make you money, aren’t I?”
“Not at the moment. You’re going on hiatus.”
“What!? You can’t do that! I didn’t do anything wrong! Those reporters-”
“Just a week. A statement will be put out explaining that the dinner was a business venture and was rudely intruded upon. Then just let it all die down.”
“Fine.”
“Your manager is already re-working your schedule. So just keep a low profile and stay home.”
“Thanks, Jeonghan.” You cheered. “You’re the best. I’ll head back home now. So can I have my phone back?”
“I’m not done with you.”
“Hm? What else is there?”
Jeonghan walked back to his desk, turning off your phone and placing it in his desk drawer. You huffed, realizing your phone was confiscated for the week.
“Jeonghan…” You whined. “My phone.”
“You’ll get it back after your hiatus.”
“Jeong-”
“Were you on a date?”
“… hm… does that matter?”
“Yes.”
You chuckled. “It wasn’t a date, at least not to me. I just wanted a free meal and some advice.”
“Well, it turned out great didn’t it.”
“Enough already, you said I’m on hiatus and the company will put out a statement. So, do I get my phone?”
“No. I don’t want you on socials reading articles, or worse, leaving comments.”
“You’re also putting me on a tech ban!”
“If you can’t be trusted to honor it you can spend your hiatus at my home under close observation.”
“Uh, no thanks, I like my privacy.”
“Sure. I’ll see you in a week.”
The discussion was over and you returned back home. You took a different route and didn’t have to worry about any reporters. It was gonna be a long week, but you figured you could catch up on some sleep and really take care of yourself. Although Jeonghan was serious about the tech ban. You didn’t have your phone, and the wi-fi in your place was temporarily suspended. At least you still had access to your cards, so you could buy groceries to cook or pick up some food. It wasn’t good to go out much, so you put on a disguise yourself and made a trip to gather everything you’d need for your hiatus. Then you just relaxed and enjoyed your vacation. Towards the end you did get a bit antsy, just wanting to get back in your spotlight, so you practically slept a day away.
The next morning you were happy to see your chauffeur and eager to return to your place of work. Your first stop was going to be to the CEO’s office cause you desperately wanted your phone back. This tech ban was good for your mind and your eyes, but you missed your phone dearly. When you arrived your manager was there to greet you, wanting to talk about your schedule. You did have a photoshoot scheduled for the afternoon, but you were more focused on other things. As usual you didn’t knock and just let yourself in. There you found Jeonghan on the phone, and he quickly put a finger to his lips to tell you to be quiet. You sat down as he finished his call about who knows what, waiting patiently.
“Did you miss me?”
“I had some peace and quiet while you were gone.”
“Don’t say that!”
“But it’s true.”
“Whatever. Can I have my phone back now?”
“Are you going to behave?”
“I always behave. I’m not the problem in all these scandals and you know it.”
“You’re the common factor among them.”
“Am I gonna get my phone back or not?”
“Yes, yes, here.” Jeonghan retrieved your phone and held it out to you. “Just promise me you won’t sneak around anymore. When you do that you’re playing with fire.”
“And you’re my fire extinguisher, aren’t you?”
You happily took back your phone, eager to turn it on and see what you had missed. There was no point in dwelling on the past, but you did want to look over all the articles that had been written about you.
“Shouldn’t you be going? You have a photoshoot this afternoon.”
“I know, I know, I just have a lot to catch up on. I’ll see you later.”
“You’ll see me sooner than you think.”
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The photoshoot you were participating in wasn’t one that needed to be rescheduled. It was for a new product launch, and the premier date was still a few weeks out, so your latest scandal wouldn’t affect anything. While you got your hair and makeup done you browsed your phone, reading some articles that had come out about you. The professional ones talked about the dangers of misinterpretation and jumping to conclusions. While the hateful fan made ones just made you laugh. They were trying to come after you one way or another, even mentioning past scandals but you were lucky to have your own fanbase coming to your defense in the comments. You’d love to do something to thank them, so you’d talk to your manager about it later.
“The second you get that back you’re glued to it.”
“Hm?”
You looked over to see Jeonghan at your side, rather surprised to see him. You were about to ask what he was doing when he took your phone from you.
“The shoot is starting, go on now.”
You heard the photographer calling for the models, so you got up and went over, still curious as to why Jeonghan was present. Your manager was still here, but you had to put your questions aside and focus on the shoot. The whole time Jeonghan was watching, but you couldn’t really see him behind the camera. It wasn’t until you had a break that you approached him, wanting your phone back more than anything.
“Why are you here anyway?” You questioned. “People have already moved on from that not-date thing with a co-star.”
“Perhaps, but there are still people watching. So, I should make sure you behave.”
“Don’t you have a company to run?”
“Keeping you out of trouble helps the company overall.”
“If you say so.”
Jeonghan took your phone back when you resumed the shoot. He stuck around for the whole thing, waiting around for you to get out of hair and makeup and then escorting you to the van. Unsurprisingly there were some reporters waiting outside for you. They were snapping pictures and asking about your old scandal. Jeonghan gave you a warning look, so you knew it best to keep quiet. That is until someone dared to say something so absurd.
“Did you try to sleep with him because you know your modeling career is coming to an end!?”
“Wat-!?”
You were ready to snap back at whoever dared to say such a crude thing, but just as you opened your mouth you suddenly found a lollipop pushed past your lips. You glanced over at Jeonghan who just gave you a smile and opened the van door for you, ushering you to get in. You did so, sucking on the lollipop until you were on the road, your manager at the wheel driving as usual.
“We should sue them all for defamation.”
“That won’t change anything.”
“So we just let them continue to be disrespectful? This kind of stuff isn’t good for my mental health, you know.”
“Yet who keeps causing trouble?”
“I don’t do anything on purpose!”
“Right.”
“Whatever. Are you gonna keep following me on my schedules?”
“Until I deem you can be on your own, yes.”
“That’ll be fun.”
Jeonghan kept to his words and accompanied you on your schedules. He’d always confiscate your phone, probably checking your browsing history and stuff. It didn’t bother you much, just an extra helping hand for you.
“When did you reschedule that beauty shoot for? It’s the only schedule I haven’t made up.”
“We were unable to reschedule that one.”
“What? Why?”
“Conflict with availability. We told them we’d make it up somehow.”
“Oh, a different product then, or maybe-”
“We’ll have you participate in something else under that company.”
“… like what?”
“The company has launched a new arts and crafts kit. They wanted someone to demonstrate it with a group of kids and it seemed good for your image.”
“What!?”
“Your cameo in that last drama you did was as a teacher, so it’s a nice touch too.”
“No, no, no, Jeonghan, you know I hate dealing with kids! Haven’t you punished me enough?”
“I haven’t.”
“But-”
“You’re not getting out of this shoot. If you think you’re gonna be sick that day I’ll take you to see a doctor beforehand.”
“Jeongie, please.”
“I already have the outfit for the day picked out. Remember to smile and be kind, the kids are excited to learn. Don’t worry though, I will be accompanying you as well.”
“I hate you.”
“Sure you do.”
Every now and then you had to do something you didn’t like, but this was the first time Jeonghan would be watching you like a hawk. The day of the shoot you were given an overview of the product and then went before a group of kids to show it off. Just like any shoot this took hours, and you had to engage with all the kids. Helping them glue things together and decorate. By the end your clothes were ruined and you were gonna need a deep shower to get all the glitter off. The staff thanked you for doing this, and you took lots of pictures with the kids and their creations. Not to mention some parents wanted autographs too. You knew this was all good for your image but my gosh did you hate it.
“You did good today.”
“Fuck you.”
“Easy, there are children around.”
“They’re all gone.”
“You can’t be sure. Let’s get you back to the office and clean you up.”
“Ugh, I feel so messy.”
“You’re fine.”
“I still hate you.”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome.”
You thought after a week Jeonghan would leave you alone, but no, he was still attending schedules with you. It wasn’t hard to see him as part of your team, but you had to admit it was worrying you a bit that he was still hanging around. He really wasn’t gonna let you off the hook so easily this time. That last scandal wasn’t even really your fault, but you couldn’t really argue with Jeonghan. Instead you focused on your current job, glad to be working with models you were familiar with. The shoot was a promotional one for an upcoming fashion show you’d be participating in. It’s been a while since you’ve done a show, so you were looking forward to this. Although this shoot was going to be longer than others since you had a multitude of outfits to get through. You didn’t mind since this was more enjoyable with friends.
“You should keep a distance from the other models.”
You chuckled. “Excuse me? Do you hear yourself, Jeonghan? This is a photoshoot, we need to put our hands on each other and whatnot.”
“Your last scandal came from you being too close to a man.”
“Again, this is modeling, it’s not my first time holding hands with a man for the camera. Unlike that last situation, I am fully consenting to have my picture taken.”
“Y/n.”
“Jeonghan, I’ve worked with these models before, and people know we’re all being professional here. If you’re jealous just say so.”
“That’s not what this is about.”
“Sure it isn’t.”
You never thought Jeonghan was the jealous type. He seemed so perfect and composed that his confidence would not waver. You didn’t know if he ever dated, but this behavior from him was unexpected. You were just another model in his company, yet he’s been hanging around you a lot and seems to have a problem with you being around other guys. It was ridiculous really, and it was probably about time you spoke up. Besides, having him watch you like a hawk was a bit unnerving.
“Hey, why don’t we all go out for some food?”
“Oh, that sounds-”
“No.” Jeonghan interrupted. “Y/n needs to be heading home and resting. Perhaps another time.”
“Hey!”
After a day long shoot one of your co-workers suggested you all go out for a meal and catch up. It sounded great, but Jeonghan was quick to shoot down the idea and excuse you from it. Next thing you knew he was dragging you over to the van.
“You could come eat with us too, you know.”
“It’s not about the food.”
“Let me guess, you don’t want me drinking around guys?”
“That’s part of it.”
“That scandal is long dead now, and everyone knows these guys are my co-workers! Nothing bad is gonna happen.”
“I’m not gonna take that chance.”
“You may be my boss, but you don’t control every aspect of my life!” You snapped. “Now let go!”
“Keep pushing your luck like this and see what happens.”
“Yeah? What are you gonna do?”
“You really wanna know?”
“If you’re gonna make threats you better follow through.”
“Fine then.”
Jeonghan got you into your van, going over to tell your manager they were done for the day, and then he got behind the wheel. You figured he was gonna take you back to the office, but the route he was taking was unfamiliar. He certainly wasn’t taking you back home, so you got a bit nervous as you realized you had no idea where you were going.
“We’re here.”
“And… where exactly is here?”
“Get out of the van.”
It wasn’t a request, but an order. You were still a bit too nervous to move, but that didn’t stop Jeonghan from opening the door and helping you out. You were in some parking garage, so there was nothing around you to help you identify your location. Jeonghan dragged you over to an elevator, scanning some ID card and merely hitting the button to go up. There was no number displayed, just a ding noise as you passed floors. At least that was your assumption. When the elevator stopped you looked at Jeonghan, but he seemed completely calm, then you knew why.
“Is this… is this your home?”
“Welcome.”
You stepped into the penthouse suite, rather amazed with how luxurious it looked. You always figured Jeonghan lived somewhere nice, but you never thought you’d actually get to see it. The view of the city skyline was gorgeous and you noticed a tray of alcohol and glasses nearby. You wanted to get a drink but Jeonghan stopped you.
“You’re almost always intoxicated when you cause trouble, now I see why. Don’t you think that’s cause to better yourself?”
“After all that work don’t you think I deserve a treat? A little drink won’t kill someone.”
“It might.”
“Then tell me what’s with you lately? Following me around on schedules, keeping me away from my guy friends.” You stated. “You’re acting like a jealous ex, you know that right?”
“I’m trying to prevent another scandal.”
“Seriously? You know half those scandals aren’t my fault! Just cause I’m breathing too close to a male the whole world thinks I’m some kind of whore.”
“That’s not true.”
“You’re certainly treating me that way now.”
“I’m merely trying to keep you safe.”
You scoffed. “Is this your idea of a pep talk? Cause it sucks. You may be the CEO of an entertainment company, but you are pretty naive as to how things work.”
“Am I?”
“Yes. I have to play nice with everyone or else we both lose. Business has been good, so you don’t need to worry about me.”
“You’re right. Despite everything, business has been good, and your reputation only ever gets dirty for a moment. But that doesn’t mean I don’t worry about you.”
“Why would you? If a day comes when I get into real trouble, it’s not that hard for you to cut me loose and leave me to fend for myself.”
“Who says I would do that?”
“Only an idiot would try to defend a troublemaker.”
“I’ve been doing that for a while. Are you calling me an idiot?”
“Those scandals are always baseless rumors that just create some drama, not something major. They were never a real problem to begin with.”
“Perhaps, but nothing is going to stop me from taking care of what belongs to me.”
“Yeah?”
You swiftly landed a kiss on Jeonghan’s lips, catching him off guard and making him stumble back. You laughed at his actions, pouring yourself the drink you wanted.
“You like me, don’t you? And that’s why you’ve been acting all weird lately.”
“That’s not true.” Jeonghan remarked. “I could report you for sexual harassment.”
“And you’d still be the one to punish me for it, right? Sounds like it works out for you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m just saying. I know being around guys can get me in trouble, but I don’t just sleep around.”
Jeonghan laughed. “You’re forgetting who owns you here.”
“Is that a threat?”
“Not quite. More of a reminder. I’ve saved you countless times, yet I can just as easily destroy you.”
“What?”
“I’m your salvation, and your destruction. I’ve allowed you to do as you please while at my mercy, but I think it’s time you’re taught a proper lesson.”
There was truth to Jeonghan’s words, you knew that. It was never smart to blindly trust someone, regardless of what they said. Especially in this industry. Still, this was a side of Jeonghan you had never seen. His actions and words were putting you on edge, but you tried to keep it together. That is until he pinned you to the wall, causing you to spill your drink all over the floor and shatter the glass.
“Are you crazy!? Let me go!”
“You said I like you… but it’s much more than that.”
Jeonghan pinned both your arms above your head, keeping you in place with one hand while the other caressed your cheek. You flinched initially, not expecting his touch, but he wasn’t happy with your actions. He tsked at you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to keep his gaze.
“Every scandal you have gotten yourself into has been extremely annoying. People talking about you and someone else, as if any of those boys were worthy of you. Jealousy?” Jeonghan laughed. “That doesn’t begin to cover my feelings. You belong to me, and I think I’ve had enough of watching you being so close with other boys who don’t know anything about you.”
“Jeonghan…”
“Sh, behave yourself. I’ve always wanted to ruin you in the comfort and privacy of my own home, but if you’re gonna be trouble then I can ruin you publicly as well.”
“… you… you wouldn’t do that to me…”
“You’re underestimating what I’m capable of. So, are you gonna be a good girl?”
Your heart was pounding in your chest. Jeonghan was so close to you that his hot breath brushed against your lips. You were scared, yet excited at the same time. Maybe this wasn’t new, and this was just how Jeonghan was. It would certainly explain why you got special treatment. This could all be some kind of test, see if you’d submit under all this pressure. Or it could be an opportunity of a lifetime and you didn’t want to waste it. In the blink of an eye you leaned in close to kiss Jeonghan. Unlike last time he didn’t move away, instead releasing your arms and taking your head in his hands. The kiss was deep and desperate, Jeongghan only pulling away to catch his breath.
“That’s a good girl.”
Jeonghan took your hand and led you elsewhere. Soon enough you were in the bedroom, pushed onto the bed as Jeonghan began to strip you of your clothes. You tried to do the same but he quickly flipped you onto your stomach and tied your hands behind your back with your shirt. He pressed a few kisses along your back before flipping you back over. He got you out of your pants, taking your panties with you, then unhooking the clasp at the front of your bra. In a matter of moments you laid exposed before him meanwhile he was only shirtless. His hands trailed along your chest, and all you could do was squirm under his touch.
“There’s a reason I’ve never let you do any sort of nudity. Only I get to see this. Now, you’re gonna be a good girl, right?”
Jeonghan asked the redundant question just as he leaned down closer to you, his fingers running along your folds. You quickly bit your lip to quiet the moan that threatened to escape you, not wanting to sound so needy. He didn’t seem to like that, giving you a gentle tap on your cheek to get you to stop.
“No need to be shy.”
Jeonghan was cunning in his actions, punctuating his words as he pushed a finger inside you. This wasn’t enough prep time at all, but he seemed rather eager to get to the good part, and you felt the same. His free hand kneaded your breast and his fingers teasing your nipples. He wanted to provide all kinds of stimulation and get you in the mood. He seemed rather experienced, so you just needed to lay there and take it. Although you couldn’t just stay still, squirming until you managed to free your hands and reach over to feel Jeonghan’s chest, wanting to run your tongue along his abs. You thought he might have been upset that you got free, but he didn’t seem to mind.
Although after a moment he guided your hands down, letting you unzip his pants and spring out his cock. He was bigger than you had imagined, but it was a welcomed surprise. As you ran your fingers along his length, Jeonghan slid another finger inside your heat. A soft mewl escaped you, but you didn’t need to be shy. He worked you over as you stroked him to an erection, feeling him throb and twitch in your hand. You went slow, wanting to tease him just as he did you, and also not wanting him to climax until you felt him inside you. At some point he added a third finger, really stretching you out, but you weren’t sure it would be enough. You were both growing impatient and he decided to make the next move. You couldn’t help the whimper when he moved away and pulled out his fingers, but you didn’t have to be disappointed for long.
You felt something warm and slimy rubbing against your lips, glancing down to see Jeonghan coating your core with his precum. Then he pushed his way inside you, going slow and making you feel every inch. Your mouth hung open as Jeonghan moved all the way in, getting to the base and letting you adjust. He felt nice and big, rather glad things got to this. Then there was a kiss on your head and he started moving. He wanted to be gentle, but finally having you like this, he couldn’t show restraint. He was moving fast and hard, wanting to ruin you just as he said. Make you lose your mind and forget how to speak. All you did was hold on tightly, moaning and begging for more.
“Jeonghan…”
“That’s right, who owns you?”
“… you do… you, Jeonghan…”
“Good girl. My good girl.”
Jeonghan pressed his lips against yours as he continued to thrust into you, rubbing against your sweet spot and doing all the right things. You felt your body heating up, getting closer and closer to the edge. Jeonghan was there too as he had lost his rhythm, just moving desperately to achieve climax. You were both on the same wavelength, and you found yourself reaching your high first, moaning into the kiss and grabbing Jeonghan as you shook beneath him. As your body held him tightly he was pushed over the edge, the warmth between your legs making you realize he wasn’t using protection. You’d take care of that later, just breathing heavily as you came down from cloud nine. Jeonghan was in the same situation as you, resting atop of you and gently moving his hips to get and give as much pleasure as he could.
“What a good girl.”
“Jeonghan…”
“Sh, sh, sh, just relax. We don’t have to be anywhere.”
The two of you stayed together for a while longer, merely relaxing in each other’s embrace. Eventually Jeonghan got up, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he did so. You weren’t sure where he went until he came back and helped you up, taking you to the bathroom. He had prepared a bath, and the two of you would be sharing it. Jeonghan had you between his legs, letting your rest against his chest. You intertwined your fingers with his, starting at your hands holding one another.
“What does this make us?”
“No idea, but you’re still mine.”
“Am I?”
“Did you not learn your lesson just now?”
“Hm… I did learn something.”
“Then you should do better and not mess around with other guys from now on.”
“I’ll try, but I might need a reminder every now and then.”
“I have no problem teaching you who you serve.”
“Is that a promise?”
“No, it’s a vow.”
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It's Always The Drummer
Pairing: Drummer!Kate Bishop x Fan!Reader
Word Count: 2799
Warnings: Smut, Kate is a charming, Drumsticks being used for penetration, Service Top! Kate, Kate definitely cums just from getting R off, A bit of Beefy Kate.
Pt 2
A/n: As the last few fics I have to thank @wandamaximoffsbadgirl for helping with this. We have been doing this really fun back and forth were we right the fic together. It's super fun and can be surprising when one writes a something you weren't expecting. As for the fic I just had the idea pop into my head randomly while playing some Fortnite. Please enjoy 😁
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You can't believe that your all-time favorite band is coming to town. You stayed up all night just to get tickets. Sadly, you weren't able to get VIP tickets due to how expensive they are, but you knew if you got here early enough, you could maybe get front row. Your friends stand around you as you all talk about the band. Most of them are obsessed with either the lead singer Natasha, the guitarist Wanda, or bassist Yelena. You, on the other hand, have a big crush on the drummer Kate.
Kate was perfect on drums, and gods, the smirk on her face when she was performing, made you feel something. You had picked out an amazing outfit. You knew Kate's favorite color was purple, so you went with purple and black. Looking yourself over with all your friends beside you. You'd get to see her up close, you just knew it!
You hear some laughter that sounds familiar from behind you. You turn around and spot her. There she is, Kate Bishop in the flesh. Laughing with Wanda, Nat, and Yelena. You can't help as you start to smack the arm of your friend next to you without even taking your eyes off the women. You knew they'd be doing all the VIP stuff soon, but your friend murmurs. “oww Y/n/n.” As they walk by everyone is freaking out when Natasha calls out. “Each of us will be picking one person to be upgraded to VIP!” And of course everyone is freaking out and hoping to be picked.
You internally start to panic. There is no way you'll get picked. The women walk down the line, but as you watch Kate, her eyes seem to keep flicking towards you. You're pretty sure you're just seeing things, but it gives you hope. Of course, you would take any of them picking you, but if Kate did, you might just die.
The girls go and pick theirs. Natasha first, then Wanda, and then Yelena. Kate was last. None of your friends had been picked, but then it happened. Kate holds out her hand at you. “Care to join me?” You could die happy right now as you place your hand in yours. Forgetting all about your friends. She pulls you along, and as you round the corner around the building, she wraps her arm around your waist and pulls you into her side. You can't help the audible gasp that escapes you, and you don't miss the smirk on her face. Your heart races with excitement and fear. You can't believe this is happening.
Kate leans in and whispers in your ear. “You're very beautiful, you know.” A blush covers your cheeks. “N-Not as beautiful as you-you are.” You stutter. She lets out a melodic laugh at your stuttering. “No need to be nervous.” Her grip tightens on you. “We're gonna have some fun, okay beautiful?” You nod, which has Kate raising a brow at you. She holds the door open for you to let you into the band's entrance. “I need words princess.” You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. “Yes, um yeah of course.” You curse yourself for how stupid you sound. “My name’s Kate but I'm assuming you already know that.” Her confidence has your knees weak. “Y/n.” You tell her which causes her to smile. “Y/n I like the sound of that. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”
Kate's words have you blushing as she brings you to a room with her name on it. The opening to reveal what was a place for Kate to get ready, but there was something that was off and caught your eye. A bed. “U-um what's that for? Don't you guys just um like get ready in here?” Kate chuckles. “I like to take naps before the shows... along with some other activities.” She throws you a wink.
This is amazing, and you hate to admit the fact you would let Kate do anything, but something nags at the back of your mind. “Do you do this a lot?” She looks at you. “Do what?” She asks and you can't tell if she's serious or not. “Bring...um bring girls here?” You can't look at her, but you hear a chuckle. “We each pick someone out, but usually I have no interest in anyone, but since the others do it. I do too, but…” She picks your chin up gently. “You caught my eye tonight. I know you saw me looking pretty girl.”
You're as red as a tomato and she can tell how nervous you are. “Princess we don't have to do anything you don't want to. I will bring girls back because of the others but I don't actually do anything with them. But you seem different... special.” Kate gives you a genuine smile. “I...um…” You feel your head spin and you feel like you're on fire. “I really um.” She leans over and cups your cheeks, whispering in your ear. “Just a yes or no is fine princess. You don't have to explain yourself.” She tells you. “Yes.” You breathe out.
Kate smiles, pulling you closer by your hips. She leans in, pressing her lips to yours. You melt into her as you kiss her back. Her fingers dig into your hips. “So beautiful.” She mumbles against your lips. A whine escapes your lips. This is all you've ever wanted since you found out about this band and saw Kate. You never thought you'd be here, and you find yourself chasing her lips. For a moment you wonder if she's lying and she does this all the time, but you don't care. You'll show her the best time she's ever had.
Kate picks you up easily, and you wrap your legs around her waist. She carries you to the bed, laying you down as she hovers over you. “You're so beautiful under me. I could get used to this.” You nod. “Me too.” You pull her down and kiss her again. The kisses get heated as she rolls her hips against you, and you moan out. “Fuck...Kate…” You desperately try to pull her closer. “Mmm need you.” She starts stripping both of you down and you feel like it couldn't be fast enough. You pull at her shirt. “Please.” You whine wanting her to go faster. “Patience princess.” You whine louder. She grips your hips tighter. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” She asks and you let out another whine. “Words princess.” She grips your face, your eyes dilating.
“I'll be good, please I need this. Need you Kate please.” Your words come out fast. “Good girl.” A blush rises to your cheeks at her words. She leans up and pulls her shirt off. You can't help but drool at the site. She obviously had super toned arms from being a drummer, but what you hadn't expected was how perfect her abs were. Before you even realize it, you've reached out and lightly touched them.
“Like what you see beautiful?” Kate leans down and kisses you, barely giving you time to squeak out a yes. Her tongue pushes past your lips, moving together and letting her take the lead. Her tongue explores your mouth, which only causes you to moan. She gladly swallows your sounds.
When Kate pulls away, you can't help but chase after her lips as a soft whine escapes you. She is already loving the sounds coming out of you and can't wait to see what else she can pull out.
Kate gets you undressed, running her hands over your body, admiring every bit of you. She gets up for a moment to finish undressing herself. You hadn't even noticed until now as she pulls them out. Her famous light up drumsticks were tucked into her back pocket.
You've seen them all over social media over the years, but your focus is always divided between them and the fingers that twirl them around. “Oh wow…” it comes out breathy, and Kate smirks when she notices. “Oh, do you like my drum sticks? I had them custom-made.” She holds them put towards you. “Y-yeah, I always see them in videos.” You mumble slightly embarrassed. She chuckles as an idea pops in her head. “Princess, do you trust me?” You nod faster than you should. You seriously only met the girl, but everything seems so right.
Kate smirks, taking back the sticks and having you lay back. “Just tell me if it hurts and I'll stop, okay?”She just wants to make sure you are comfortable and that she doesn’t hurt you. “Mhmm yes.” She takes one of the sticks and slowly pushes it inside of you. A moan coming out as you tip your head back at the feeling. It's a new sensation compared to what you've taken before. It's not thick but it's so long. You can hear Kate panting slightly above you as she watches her stick disappear inside of you. She didn't expect to find it so hot, but watching how your greedy cunt just sucks it in has her blinded with pleasure.
“Fuck princess you're so hot. Look at you taking me so nicely like that. Do you think you can take both?” Kate asks, looking at you with darkened eyes. “I-I can try...mmm please? W-wanna try Kate.” She pulls the stick all the way out which causes a whine to escape you. Your walls clench around nothing as you feel empty now.
Kate presses the tips of both sticks at your entrance before letting them slowly sink in. “F-fuck!” You gasp at the stretch. “That's a good girl…” Kate bites her lip and the way she's moving, the sounds she's making you'd swear she was getting off as much as you were from this. The sticks hit the deepest part of you, as you arch up into them. “Fuck...f-feels so good Kate...mmm.” She picks up the pace as she plunges the sticks over and over again into your greedy hole. One of your hands reaching out and reaching around her biceps. You can feel it flex with every thrust.
“K-Kate...Katie cumming...I'm gonna..ah.” Kate looks up at you, face all flushed. “Me too princess go on. Cum all over my drum sticks.” Her voice is so deep and husky as you feel the coil tighten inside of you. You feel her tremble, and her muscles flex as she groans out.
Your nails dig into her biceps as your back arches off the bed. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as the tips of the drumsticks hit that spot deep inside you. You fall over the edge, coating her sticks and fingers in your juices. You hear her moan loudly as you're pretty sure she just came from getting you off.
Kate slows down before coming to a stop. Pulling them out and admiring them covered in your slick. As you come back down from the high you catch her staring at them making you blush. She smirks as she notices you staring at her. You're both still slightly panting. “Fuck princess you're so perfect under me.” The blush deepens as you whimper. “W-well, you're perfect above me.” She smirks and leans down to give you another kiss when there's a knock at the door, making you jump. “Busy!” Kate yells to whoever knocked on the door. “Kate, we have to meet VIPs in 5.” You heard Yelena call through the door.”No problem, Lena, we'll be there.” Kate yells back. “W-we.” You stutter out. She smiles down at you and holds out her hand. “I'm not letting you go that easy princess.” You don't know if you could get any redder, but you're pretty sure your face is as red as a tomato now.
Kate pulls you up with her and helps you get dressed before dressing herself. Both of you making sure that your looks don't scream we just fucked in the dressing room. You two manage to join the VIPs, getting treated just like one with all the special little bits that came along with it. You guys got a special spot on the side of the stage and you weren't even upset about your friends not being with you. How could you be when you got to be with Kate Fucking Bishop and get the VIP upgrade for free?
As the opening band plays, Kate comes up behind you and pulls you back to where the other VIPs don't notice her standing there with you. Luckily, it's dark enough. She wraps her arms around your waist behind swaying with you to the music and enjoying the opening band with you.
Kate kisses your neck, which has you gasping. “Enjoying the show, princess?” She whispers in your ear, and you nod in response, which makes her smile. “I'm gonna enjoy it more once you get on stage.” You look back and up at her, kissing her jawline. “You better not take your eyes off me.” Kate says in your ear. “I wouldn't dream of it Katie.” You smile and kiss her as the opening band gets ready to play their last song. She pulls away leaving you chasing her, but she has to go and so you watch her disappear once more.
The opening band finishes up their set and heads off, high fiving all of the VIPs as they pass by. It takes a few minutes as the sets are all changed. The anticipation rising within you. The crowd starts to go crazy as they get the first glance of the band waiting to come out. Natahsa is the first one out with a loud roar from the crowd. Wanda follows, and the Yelena. Last is Kate. She struts onto the stage, catching your eye as she winks at you before she turns around and does a backflip on stage. The crowd went absolutely nuts at this. You can tell she is just showing off to impress you.
You smile, a little chuckle coming out of you as you shake your head at her. Kate sits herself down at her drums. Pulling out the sticks she just used on you making your face flush. You notice how the sticks glisten in the light more than normal. You can't help the gasp that escapes your lips. Kate smirks at you as she notices your reaction. The realization that dawns on you in that moment. She licks over the stick, staring you down. Watching your reaction intently. You feel yourself clench around nothing but you remember the sensation of the drumsticks inside of you. A pool of wetness is between your thighs once more. She gives you a wink as she starts off the set. She is absolutely going to be the death of you, but you couldn't ask for anything more.
The sets goes on, and you can't believe the night you're having. The spot is amazing and the fact you actually got fucked by your celebrity crush has your head spinning and your pinching yourself. The show is everything you could have asked for. The night was everything and more. Even if it turns out to be a one-time thing you'd get to tell your friends you fucked Kate Bishop.
The show came to an end with an amazing encore. As the band exits the stage on the other side, Kate does the opposite. She comes right up to you, grabbing you by the hips and kissing you. She doesn't care who sees, but you can hear the gasp around you and some cheering from afar. “I'm sorry I just couldn't help myself.” Kate pulls back a little and leans her forehead against yours.
Though you were taken by surprise at the drummer's forwardness, you wrapped your arms around her shoulders and smiled. “You did amazing Katie.” You tell her before kissing again. You can see the flashes of people's phones going off at the two of you as you bury your face against her. Not used to this at all. She chuckles, wrapping her arms around you fully and lifting you up in her arms. You instinctively wrap your legs around her waist. “Let me take you on a real date princess.” She says as she walks you back towards the dressing room. You nod into her neck, and she kisses the side of your head. “And maybe it will just have to be a breakfast date.” Her voice gets low and sultry, which has you shuddering.
You're excited about where this could lead. In a sea full of beautiful women, Kate chose you, and maybe she will always pick you.
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𓂃 💫 ੭ ᝢ SUGAR ༉

spendin' all my nights alone waiting for you to call me. you're the only one I want by my side when I fall asleep 💤
❛ pairing: earth42!miles x reader
❛ summary: after a long day there's nothing better than having your lover help you as you do your night time routine, no matter how girly it might be.
❛ warnings: the lower caps are intended. reader uses she/her pronouns.
❛ author's note: this is supposed to be longer but I lost everything and had to restart it from scratch. also this isn't proofread what so ever. I live like a warrior i'll die like a warrior 🫡🫡(I'm too lazy to read alat)
if anybody told Miles from when he was new to being prowler that he would be sitting in his room, wiping a girls makeup off specifically HIS girls makeup off he'd just tell them. “man you're buggin.”
yet here he was.
after a long day of standing around with music blasting in your ear while people laughed in the background you were finally back alone with Miles. it was silent but at the same time it was comforting. Miles was there kneeling infront of you, wiping your makeup off as you sat on the vanity chair he had bought and installed in his room along with the hello kitty mirror he saw people hyping up on tiktok.
don't get it mixed up though Miles would never use that vanity, he bought it for you. he filled up the drawers with makeup and products he'd see you use just for you. he did all of this because all he wished was for you to feel at home with him.
he went through the hard work of building and putting up the parts by himself as he was too embarrassed to ask uncle aaron or his mom for help. what would uncle aaron say if miles would randomly come in his home saying “help me build this pretty pink and white vanity I just bought.”
you always crashed at his place or miles would crash at yours. either way he always insisted on helping you with your nightly routine.
"all done Mami, now go wash up. I'll get your pajamas from the laundry." Miles attempted to get up before getting stopped by your hands pulling him down to peck his cheek. you pulled away while muttering a thank you.
Miles smirked at you while getting up.
"yeah, no problem. anything for my girl."
miles was the sweetest person to ever come into your life. who knew Brooklyn's number one killer would be such a lover boy? maybe it's because of the fact that he's always been a mamas boy growing up.
you finished up your shower, wrapping the towel around your body before a knock echoed through the bathroom. "ma, can I come in? I've got your pajamas." you quickly opened the door to see Miles standing there with your pink pajama set in his hands.
he stared at your figure watching as water droplets still slowly rolled down your body.
"Morales you're staring at me." you playfully said while side eyeing before taking the clothes out of his hands. Miles huffed and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer silencing your giggles with a kiss.
"whatever ma you're trippin' I wasn't even staring you're just reading into it too much. even if I was can you blame me? I bagged such a pretty girlfriend."
Miles eyed you down once again before leaning close to your ear. "maybe even future wife."
ugh what a tease. yet everytime he did this you felt butterflies in your stomach.
he chuckled before exiting the bathroom leaving you there staring at his back, stunned. you shook it off with a laugh and got dressed so you could be back in his arms.
you brushed your teeth and did your skincare that Miles would always restock on. you felt bad as they were pricey but he would always insist on buying them for you.
you hanged the towel on the rack to dry and exited the bathroom, practically speed walking to Miles room. once you opened the door you were met with Miles laying comfortably on his bed with nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants on. He had his arms up with his phone in his hands scrolling on whatever socials he was checking up on.
you closed his bedroom door before crawling in between his arms, laying your head on his chest. Miles sighed and put down his phone, wrapping his arms around you. He pecked the top of your head making you look up at him. "long day?" you asked him making miles suck his teeth.
"tch. ma you were there with me, yes the function was fun but of course my mom had to make us stay till past midnight talking about some ‘hold on we'll leave after I'm done talking.’" you laughed at him mimicking his mom's voice whole repeating what she would keep saying during the function.
mrs morales loved you so she told Miles to invite you to their family's function as his date which you gladly said yes to.
the day was long and your feet might've ached from all the standing as every seat was taken up, your stomach might've hurt from all the aunties insisting on you to eat more but at the end of day you got to see Miles smile, and it wasn't because of you. for some that was the rarest sight to witness.
after the death of his dad Miles drifted away from everyone but here he was laughing and bickering with his favourite cousins. he was actually playing his favorite sport, basketball for once and laughing whenever he'd steal the ball from his cousins.
you witnessed Miles grow as a person and slowly pick up broken pieces. it was truly heart warming.
here you laid in the dead of night, ear on Miles chest hearing his soft heartbeat with your eyes closed. you were calm yet your head was racing with thoughts. you decided to break the silence after awhile of listening to his breathing pattern and heartbeats. "hey Miles, I'm not sure if you're asleep but I have a question."
it was silent for awhile making you think Miles fell asleep before you could ask it but then he answered. "go ahead Mami, I'm listening."
"would you give the world to me?" you looked up at him only to see his half lidded eyes staring down at you. "mhmm no."
your heart dropped at his answer, lips close to quivering, but the hard beating of your heart slamming against your chest was calmed down with what you heard him say afterwards.
"hermosa, why would I do that when there's other planets too?"
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On You They Bloom
[How'd your finals go?]
It had been two weeks since Tim had met up with Danny at the coffee shop and they had been texting almost constantly since then. Danny, Tim discovered, was not only good looking, but smart and funny and charming which really was just incredibly unfair all things considered.
[I want to die. Again]
Tim couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the response he got. He was also dramatic and often used the fact that he'd legally been dead once as the punchline of a lot of jokes.
[At least they're over. You want to grab dinner?]
The three dots that showed typing appeared and disappeared for a few moments. Tim felt his anxiety spike.
[I uh, don't exactly have the funds for that]
[On me]
Tim chewed his lip as he watched Danny type a response. He knew that Danny was on the Wayne Grant and likely was just getting by, but Tim had more than enough for the both of them. And it was normal for one person to pay for a date anyways.
[You sure?]
[Positive, what do you like to eat?]
There was another pause where Danny seemed to hesitate to answer and Tim got anxious all over again. This was ridiculous; they'd been talking for weeks at this point and they were soulmates. What did he have to be so anxious about?
[Thai?]
[I'll pick you up at the dorms]
Tim closed his laptop and packed it up before grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair and heading out of the office. Tam looked at him in obvious surprise as he walked by and he offered her a wave.
"You're leaving? On time?" She asked, looking confused.
"I uh," Tim could feel himself blushing, dammit, "Have a date."
Tam grinned a bit in response, "Well then don't let me stop you."
Tim huffed at her and continued on his way out of the office. He made it down to the parking garage and his car, tossing the laptop into the trunk and got into the driver's seat. He took a steady pace to the Gotham U dorms, pulling into a short term parking space in front of them before grabbing his phone.
[Here]
A moment later the door to one of the dorm buildings opened and Danny walked out. He looked around and Tim waved from the car. Danny headed over, getting into the passenger seat and looking around.
"Nice car."
"Thanks," Tim replied before turning his attention to the road, pulling out of the parking spot, "Is there a specific Thai place you were thinking of or…?"
"Oh uh, no, not really. I'm not super familiar with places around Gotham."
"I know a good spot," Tim said changed lanes to get them to the place he had in mind.
It didn't take long for Tim to park in front of the restaurant in question and get out of the car. Danny got out as well and followed Tim. Tim offered him a smile and opened the door, holding it open for him. Danny stepped inside and looked around before looking back at Tim with his own smile.
God he was so attractive.
The hostess was quick to seat them, getting quickly flustered once she realized that it was Timothy Drake-Wayne who was standing in front of her station. Once she dropped the menus on the table and made her way back to the hostess station, Danny raised an eyebrow.
"You uh, get that a lot?"
Tim shrugged a little, "Only when people realize who I am."
"Oh so I have that to look forward to for the rest of forever," there was a teasing smile on Danny's lips that assured Tim that he didn't mean it.
Tim's heart still skipped a beat at the thought of this being a forever thing.
"You get used to it," Tim said, taking a sip of his water, "But uh, yeah, you're likely going to be mobbed by the press once they realize who you are and you'll probably get the same treatment."
"Boy you make this entire situation sound better and better by the second," Danny replied as he looked over the menu.
"I don't know if you saw the press coverage of my tattoo from four years ago."
"No, I didn't really pay much attention back then."
"Yeah, well, everyone was obsessed with figuring out who had a scar that matched."
"Joke's on them; lichtenberg scars fade."
Tim frowned a little at the reminder of just what had given Danny the scar that had killed him. He had explained how his parents had created a portal that went into another reality that was connected to theirs and how they, for some inexplicable reason decided to put the 'On' switch on the inside of the machine. How he, as a stupid teenager, had gone inside the machine for a picture his friend was taking and ended up accidentally hitting the switch.
How he had died from the amount of electricity that had run through him when the portal opened.
He hadn't explained just how he had come back to life, but Tim could only imagine the panic that had set in and the mad dash to the hospital or maybe calling an ambulance that had happened. Maybe his parents had medical equipment in the lab just in case of emergency. All Tim knew was that Danny had somehow survived the horrific ordeal.
"Yes, well, that's going to cause them to ask all kinds of questions that I'm telling you right now, you don't have to answer," Tim said as he looked over his own menu.
"They'd never believe me if I told the truth anyway," Danny quipped, setting his menu down.
Tim eyed him for a moment, "Did you tell me the truth?"
Tim knew that he did. Danny hadn't shown any of the classic signs of lying and Tim was pretty well versed in them at this point. He trusted that Danny hadn't made up any of that story.
"Of course. Do you not believe me?"
"No, I do, but I can understand how others might not."
"It's a pretty wild story," Danny agreed, playing idly with his fork, "And it just gets more wild from there?"
"Oh?" Tim asked, raising an eyebrow.
Danny just grinned at him before turning his attention to the waitress that had just walked over to them. They placed their orders and Tim sipped his water again, wondering what Danny could possibly mean by that. He seemed a little nervous about it, whatever it was.
"I don't really want to explain here," Danny admitted after a long silence and Tim gave a nod in response.
"Yeah, there are things that are best kept out of public spaces."
"It sounds like someone has a secret."
Tim bit his lip. He had a lot of secrets, and he technically had Bruce's permission to tell them. It was just a matter of when and how.
"Are you busy after this?"
"No, why?"
"Why don't we go back to my place and we can talk about some things."
~~~~~~~~~~
Danny let out a low whistle as he looked around the penthouse, "If I didn't think you were telling the truth before, I certainly do now."
Tim snorted in response, hanging up his jacket and toeing off his shoes. Danny mimicked him quickly. Tim stepped into the apartment and gestured toward the couch in the living room, just off the entry way, "Make yourself comfortable. Do you want something to drink?"
Danny shook his head in response and gracefully flopped down onto the couch with a small sigh. Tim followed him, sitting on the other end of the couch, sideways, pulling his legs up under him so he was facing Danny but they still had some breathing room.
"Where should we start?" Danny asked, knowing where he was going to start but uncertain if Tim wanted to go first.
"Do you want to start or…?"
"I can," Danny shrugs a bit, shifting so that he's turned more toward Tim, "I kind of already mentioned that I, well, died."
"Yeah, that came up briefly," Tim deadpanned in response and Danny chuckled a bit.
"Yeah, well, there was a bit more to it than that. It's kind of hard to explain… but long story short, I uh, was electrocuted and brought back to life over and over again. The thing that brought me back to life sort of gave me… powers?"
"You're a meta?" Tim breathed in surprise and Danny shook his head a bit.
"Not… technically. It's complicated?" Danny ran a hand through his hair in frustration, "But um, anyway, being that I suddenly had powers I uh, kind of took up a vigilante career when I was around 14. Which is why I get injured so often. Sorry, by the way, but you seem to give as good as you get so..."
Tim was staring at him with slightly wide eyes at the admission before he started laughing. Danny blinked in surprise, "What's so funny?"
"What vigilante are you?" Tim asked instead and Danny blinked again.
"Oh um, small time, you probably haven't heard of me. Phantom was my moniker."
Tim laughed again, covering his face with his hand and relaxing significantly, "Are you still doing the vigilante thing?"
"Not since coming to Gotham," he admitted, "I've been a little busy and Gotham seems mostly taken care of already so I don't usually feel the need to step in."
"Yeah, Gotham is taken care of," Tim agreed with an amused smile, "By me."
"…what?" Danny's brow furrowed in confusion, "What do you mean?"
"I'm Red Robin."
There was dead silence for a moment before Danny started laughing, "You're kidding!"
Tim shook his head, "That's what I was going to tell you. I can't believe that you're a vigilante too."
Danny grinned in response, "So then… We're good."
"Yeah, we're really good," Tim said with a smile, "I was worried about how you'd take that…"
"Yeah, yeah me too. Can I um.."
"Hm?"
"Kiss you?"
"Yeah," Tim uncurled himself from his position and met Danny halfway.
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・。Sweet Dreams 🍫
You've ordered: a chocolate raspberry tart! enjoy!

"Need a little sweetness in my life~"
Leona Kingscholar x reader | word count: 848 words
Summary: halloween night with leona! 🍫
Warnings: a bit shorter than part 1, a little rushed. other than that, none! just fluffy fluff!!
Note: this is a continuation/ part 2 of my previous leona fic, Naps. and no, i'm not making his entire personality about napping. i just think cuddle/ nap fics w/ leona are rlly cute-
You had never seen Leona being so clingy. Ever. But ever since that day you comfortably napped with the beastman, he'd become almost entranced by you. It was almost as if he genuinely could not sleep unless you were in his arms. The others didn't know about this of course, he'd die of embarrassment.
It was finally the holiday the students and staff of NRC had spent weeks preparing for: Halloween! Everyone was dressed up in their best costumes and the smells of cinnamon and pumpkin filled the air. Everyone was packed into Mostro Lounge, drinks and food items going around, laughter and lively chatter filling the air. everything was perfect. You were currently chatting with Cater and Kalim, talking about how Professor Crewel had given you guys a pop quiz yesterday despite the holiday the next day.
As you were chatting, you couldn't help but scan the crowd a few times looking for a certain lion. You could've sworn you saw him a while ago.
"Y/n! there you are." you turned around, met by none other than Ruggie, seeming a bit out of breath.
"It's leona again." you playfully rolled your eyes, excusing yourself from the conversation with Cater and Kalim.
You made your way down the halls of the Savanaclaw dorms, the building rather quiet since most all of its students were attending the Halloween bash. Once you got to leona's door, you gave it a gentle rhythmic knock, one that Leona could always pick up on. A gruff "Enter" was heard through the door, and you stepped inside, closing the door behind you.
When you turned around again, you saw him: Leona Kingscholar laid out in his bed, costume and all. He didn't even have time to tell you to come over, you were already shuffling under the blankets and positioning his head in you lap.
"You didn't want to stay at the party?" you asked, gently running your fingers through his hair.
"Too noisy, couldn't nap properly." his answer made you laugh, your finger reaching over to poke his cheek.
"It's a party, you're not supposed to nap." but the beastman was already dozing off in your lap, effectively trapping you.
"Can't hear you, m' too busy dozing off." he teased, your fingers already braiding some strands of his hair. As you did so, you decided to eat some candy from your bag.
As the wrapper rustled from opening the candy, you could see Leona's nose twitch. He sniffed at the air a bit, his eyes not even opening when he started to speak.
"What are you eating, herbivore?" you took a bite of your chocolate, glancing down at him.
"Just some candy I got from Mostro Lounge. you want some?" Leona opened his eyes as you held the sweet treat to his lips, a look of mild disgust forming on his face.
"No. And you shouldn't be eating so much either, you'll get sick."
"Oh come on, try some! It's good, I promise." Leona looked between you and the toothache in a wrapper, sighing reluctantly. He broke off a small piece, popping it into his mouth.
You swore you saw his eyes light up, but he tried to hide it. Which failed as he kept asking for tastes as you pulled more candy out of your bag.
"You're gonna be the death of me, herbivore." he grumbled, reacting to the aftermath of eating a single sour gumdrop, of which you had already eaten five.
"How can you eat those? It's like eating sandpaper." "Well, back home I eat them all the time."
"You're crazy." he said, reaching over and pinching your cheek.
"Don't come crying to me tomorrow if your teeth start to hurt or if your stomach gives out on ya," Leona teased, earning a look of mock annoyance from you.
"Well, if I get sick, it'll be good for you. you can use it as an excuse to cuddle me more." you smiled cheekily, scooting a little closer to the lion man.
"Hmm, is that so, herbivore?" he mumbled, a soft smirk on his lips as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap.
You laughed softly, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning up to press a soft kiss to his forehead.
"Yes, I think a big, cuddly lion would make me feel better in no time." you hummed, moving to kiss his cheek.
You could see the color in his cheeks, immediately teasing him about it, only to met by his constant refusal.
This was probably the best Halloween you'd ever had. Curled up with the person you loved, eating candy, chatting, and teasing one another. You rested your head on Leona's chest, his strong arms wrapping around you. The sound of his heartbeat lulled you to sleep, just like that first day you'd napped with him.
Then, he was just Leona Kingscholar, house warden of Savanaclaw, the lazy lion man, the strongest junior at NRC. Now he was your comfort person, cuddle buddy, and partner that you loved with all your heart. 🍫
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Secrets



Mafia!yandere x reader x hidden brother
Summary: Silas has a brother you've never heard of, who seems to be just what you need, so you decide to escape with him, only to find out even more secrets.
Warnings: mafia, crime, scamming, murder, blood, manipulation, mentions of selling a human, smuggling, nsfw mentions (let me know if I missed one)
Word count: 5.5k
Silas has brought you to his family's summer house on the Greek island of Rhodos for you to be alone, away from everyone. Only you and him for a week. Weirdly enough, it brings you some kind of relief. His men and his work has worn you out.
"Stay here, I have to go get some food for us", Silas says and picks up his wallet. "I'll be back in thirty minutes, baby, so try not to die in the meantime."
"I won't", you promise.
Silas smiles and kisses your lips. "Good. I love you, little thing. I'll be back soon."
He locks the door behind him. You breathe out and finally relax your body. Being all alone with Silas has been excruciating. If he learned to keep his hands to himself, you wouldn't feel as tired as you do now. Every night, he wants to feel you underneath him.
Just a few minutes later, you hear the lock turn. Silas must have forgotten something. But the man who walks in … isn't Silas. You could swear that it was in your first glance. The man looks extremely like Silas with thick, black hair, dark eyes and broad build. This man, however, has a bigger nose and lips.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" he gasps as he walks in. "I didn't know Silas was here."
You take a step backwards. When someone knows Silas, it is almost always bad.
"Who are you?" you ask suspiciously.
"I'm Ares, Silas’s younger brother", he says and holds out his hand in front of him in a pleading way. "Please don't be afraid. I'm not like my brother." He looks around. "Where is he, anyways?"
"He'll be here soon …"
"What's your name? You're Silas’s partner, right?"
You nod hesitantly. There's a bad feeling in your stomach.
"I've heard about you", Ares smiles sweetly and rolls his eyes. "Or not about about you. Silas never tells anything to the family, but I've heard that he has a partner. There's a rumor."
Ares sits down by the kitchen table. You follow him closely with your eyes.
"How is he treating you?" Ares asks carefully and points at your neck. "He isn't hurting you, is he?"
Your hand shoots up to your neck, remembering the (probably) hundreds of love bites Silas has left on you.
"N-No!" you stutter embarrassedly. "This isn't-!"
"Oh, I see. Sorry for assuming. I just know that my brother isn't a very soft person so I just- … that was dumb of me, I apologize."
"It's okay …"
Ares smiles coyly. You find yourself smiling slightly at the awkward misunderstanding.
"What was your name?" he asks.
"Y/N", you say.
"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I didn't mean to intrude like this. I was under the impression that the house would be empty."
"It's fine-"
Your sentence is cut short by the door opening.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Ares?" Silas growls and holds out his hand to you. "Y/N, come here."
You walk over to your boyfriend who is quick to scoot you behind him.
"Mom and dad said that the summer house was free", Ares says and crosses his muscular arms — something that seems to run in the family — with a cocky smile. "You didn't tell them that you were here."
"Why should I? They disowned me, they don't need to know about my whereabouts. Now get out. I don't want you anywhere near my partner."
Ares stands up. He walks over to Sials, glancing at you over his shoulder.
"A tip, big bro", he says amusedly with raised eyebrows, "if you break Y/N when you're having sex, you'll be living in involuntary abstinence for weeks. Don't be so rough."
Silas flinches forward upon hearing your name, as if he's about to attack him, but seems to force himself to remain still. Ares leaves, closing the door behind him. Silas turns to you instantly, cupping your cheeks.
"What did he do to you?" he asks quickly, worry glowing in his eyes. "Tell me everything."
"He didn't do anything", you answer. "I'm okay. You never told me that you have a brother."
"Y/N, he's a horrible man, I don't want you talking to him. I hid him for a reason."
Silas's usual jealousy is talking again, you notice.
"Pack your bag, we're leaving tonight."
"Silas, I don't want to go back. I hate it there."
"You're safe at home. Apparently, you're not here."
"Silas, who cares if your brother knows that we're here?"
"No one should know where we are, do you get that? Only my closest men should know about my whereabouts. I don't even trust people in my organization. Go pack your bags now."
You sigh and give in. You notice how quiet Silas is. He throws everything around and glares. With a harsh grip on your hand, he pulls you with him to his car and speeds all the way to the airport. You're afraid of opening your mouth. He's going to explode at any moment … but you can't stand this much longer. The second his private jet lifts from the runway, you decide to try to ease the air.
"Silas, please", you say quietly with tears in your eyes. "You're scaring me."
That seems to snap Silas out of his dark cloud. His eyes dark over to you and soften, as if he's realized that you're there as well.
"Oh, I'm sorry, baby", he apologizes and unbuckles his seatbelt. "Come here."
You unbuckle your own and walk over. He pulls you down into his lap and hides his face into your abused neck. You can feel his heavy sigh.
"Why are you crying?" he asks quietly into your neck.
"I don't like it when you're mad .. every time you're mad, you kill someone", you whisper in horror. "I don't want you to be mad. I don't understand. He's just your brother-"
"I hate that piece of shit. Don't call him my brother."
You gulp.
"I will not let him take you", Silas mumbles and tightens his embrace on you. "He's always wanted everything I have. Even when we were kids. He threw tantrums when I got presents on my birthday because he wanted his own. If my dense, thick brained parents hadn't given in ye probably wouldn't he a piece of shit now."
Younger siblings are often like that, you're not surprised. Always wanting what the older one has — to be like them.
Silas lifts his head from your neck and presses his lips to yours.
"You're mine", he tells you and gives you a gaze you can't seem to read. "Say it, say that you're mine."
"I'm yours, Silas", you say hesitantly. "Please calm down, I'm uncomfortable."
He sighs heavily and intertwines your fingers.
"I'm sorry, baby", he apologizes. "Ares just pisses me off like no one else."
"You'll not have to meet him again", you remind him. "You ran into him by accident."
"Yeah, I guess. If I had known that he would stumble in like a fucking pig I would never have left you alone. I don't even want to imagine what he could have done …"
"Silas, I'm okay, right? Nothing happened. He was friendly, you have nothing to worry about?"
He scoffs. "Nothing to worry about? Yeah, right."
"Can we please drop this now? I don't want to sit with you if you're going to be like this."
You're about to stand up, but he pulls you down again.
"Alright, alright, I'll not talk more about it. Just stay."
A month passes. Silas weird behavior has finally toned down and to make up for his extremely overprotective manner, he's agreed to take you out on a car drive. Silas needs to meet up with a "colleague" to trade something he hasn't told you. You don't question that anymore — frankly, knowing will only bring you nausea and headaches.
Silas’s car has many buttons and screens inside, both in the front and behind the seats, LEDs that light up in different colors and heaters under your seat. The car is more comfortable than your bedroom.
He parks the car in a gas station, making it look like he's supposed to fuel his car, when in reality, he walks off to meet with his contact. Before he leaves, he handcuffs your hand to the steering wheel and locks all doors. Knowing that you can unlock them from inside paranois him. You sigh and look around you for something to keep your eyes on, finding a familiar face in the slot beside you. Ares has parked his red sports car beside the gas pump. He smiles when noticing you and gets out of his car. He looks around in confusion. You point towards the gas station with your free hand. Ares nods and scurries over to you. You unlock your door.
"Y/N, hi", he smiles. "What a coincidence. I’m so glad to see you. Ever after I was kicked out by Silas, I’ve been so worried about you. Are you okay?"
"What do you think?" you sigh and lift your cuffed hand.
"That's easy to pick." Ares picks up something resembling a needle from his back pocket and inserts it in the lock. Just a minute later, the lock clicks open and you remove the cuff from your wrist. “Y/N, you should come with me. I can save you from him.”
Those words ring in your head. I can save you from him. You can finally get away? Ares tugs on your arm and you realize that you have to decide now, before Silas returns. If you decide to leave with Ares, changes are you’ll have to live on the run for the rest of your life. You’re certain that SIlas won’t let you go that simple. And once he does catch you again, you’ll have to regain his trust — that took such a long time to acquire. But you don’t want to stay. You don’t want to have his suffocating presence around you, don’t want to be locked in his bedroom all day every day, don’t want to be present in that kind of lifestyle. You just want to go back to normal … although that will never happen. You’ve stepped into this world (although involuntarily) and now you can never get out — not fully at least.
Ares helps you into the front seat of his sports car. You find it humorous that two brothers who seem to be so completely different like the same things.
"Let's go", Ares says and hits the gas.
"Thank you", you whisper, in shock over what just occurred. "I don't know how I'll repay you."
"Don't worry about it", Ares smiles and glances at you. "I don't think it's safe to get you home to your family. That's the first place Silas will look. Let's go to my house."
"Silas doesn’t know where that is, does he?"
"No. Just relax, Y/N, you're safe now."
You nod and decide to sink down into the car seat. You wonder how Silas is feeling right now.
Ares stops the car in front of a white house before helping you out.
"Is this your house?" you ask.
"No, I'm just using this as a decoy", Ares grins and rolls his eyes. "Come, I'll show you to the guest room. You must be tired."
You nod. If you are. Ares unlocks the door and you step into an empty hall.
"You have to excuse the empty space", Ares says, closing the door behind him. "I just moved in, I haven't had the time to get all the essentials — but I do have beds prepared."
"That's okay", you sat softly.
"The rooms are upstairs. I decided to give you an upstairs bedroom so that in case my big brother ever manages to find this house, he won't reach you. I will be able to stop him before he manages to get upstairs."
You start to walk up the stairs.
"But he has many men …", you say quietly.
"Trust me, Y/N, after growing up with him, you learn how to win feuds", Ares chuckles. "He's easy to read, you know? He acts like a child. He hates to share stuff, keeps unnecessary grudges and plays too hard with his toys." Ares raises his eyebrows teasingly and grins at you. "I see that your hickeys are gone."
Your hand touches your neck sheepishly. "Oh, yeah …"
"If you're ever up for some soft sex that doesn't end up looking like a murder scene …" He holds his hand up to his head like a telephone, "call me."
You chuckle and shake your head. Ares smiles and opens a door to your left, showing you a simple bedroom.
"I hope that you'll be able to recover from my brother's treatment here", he says behind you. "I'll leave you be for now. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to tell me, alright?"
"Okay", you nod. "Thank you, Ares. Genuinely. For everything."
"Of course."
He closes the door and you sink down on the mattress, breathing out. For a moment, your entire body goes numb. You really did escape Silas … with the help of Silas's brother. You have to be dreaming. How much more absurd can it get?
You find yourself enjoying Ares's company. You often sit on his couch and watch TV while he plays with his phone. It seems to occupy his every hour. You want to ask about it, but after spending so mu g time with Silas and his demeanor of 'don't ever ask what I'm doing' you hesitate.
"You've been staring at me five times now", Ares says without looking up from his precious screen. "If you're going to ask something, do it."
"What are you doing?" you ask.
"I'm doing some business. I work mostly online."
"With what?"
Ares looks up from his phone and you freeze. You shouldn't have put your nose into his business.
"I manage a few companies, just a couple small ones", Ares smiles. "You know — buy, sell, trade. All of that stuff. Why? Are you interested?"
"I just … I don't know. I was just wondering why you were always on your phone."
"Yes, shit, sorry. I'm so used to working all the time. Were you feeling ignored?"
"N-No, not at all. I was just curious."
"That's good. Stay curious. Just not too curious, alright? It was curiosity after all that got you into this situation from the start, wasn't it? You shouldn't have watched what was on that USB."
You gulp, remembering how you and Silas met. You had found a USB in your bag that one of his men had dropped one day. He had tracked the USB ones it had been used … and found you.
"How did you know that?" you ask.
"Do you want to know a secret?" Ares smiles boyishly. "Some of my friends work for Silas. Just under cover, to spy on him a little. They told me. That's how I knew you actually existed. You're just a rumor, but my friends could ascertain that you were real."
The mention of 'friends' brings your thoughts back on your own friends and family.
"Ares, when do you think I can go home?" you ask.
"Not for a while", Ares replies.
"But I've been here for two weeks. I'm bored. I want to meet my family."
"I know, little dove, but that isn't the ideal for now. Silas could take you. We need to be patient."
Little dove? You think that it sounds eerily similar to Silas's favorite pet name for you — little thing.
"Don't call me that", you say quietly, suddenly feeling guilt. "It … reminds me of him …"
"Reminds you of him? I saved you, remember? I'm better than him."
"Yes, yes, I know … but …"
"Come here."
You walk over to him and he takes your hand, kissing it gently.
"You're just overthinking because you're scared", Ares says. "I get that. My brother put you through horrific things. But you don't have to be afraid anymore. You're with me now. Trust me. Trust that I'm doing what's best for you."
You nod, but can't help but feel like his grip on your hand is a bit too tight. You look into his black eyes, searching for some kind of excuse for it — he's just trying to be comforting, it's just how strong his hands are … it runs in the family.
When going to bed that night, you're left with a heavy feeling in your stomach. Ares has been nothing but kind to you, so why do you suddenly feel uneasy? Or is it really sudden? Didn't you feel uncomfortable in his presence the very second you met him for the first time? Before he flashed you that boyish smile of his? Or do you just miss Silas? That can't be it … can it?
You turn in bed.
Something doesn't feel right. Ares is supposed to be different from Silas, why does everything he does remind you of him? Just being brothers can't be the entire reason. Ares's car is the same type, just in a different color, his flirty behavior reminds you of Silas, just a tad bit different, his strong grip in your hand felt exactly like him and the way he called you "little dove" makes your stomach turn.
What was it that Ares worked with? Did he ever tell you what he bought and sold and traded? He never told you what companies he owns.
You sit up and look around in the dark room. Ares haven't put in any effort to go out and buy furniture for his new house. The house itself doesn't make sense. Everything about Ares seems so similar to Silas, how come the house is the only thing that separates them? Silas has his black, modern, renovated villah and Ares has … an old, white house? While owning a sports car? While managing so many companies?
Suddenly, you get it all. Why haven't you noticed it before? Have you been trying to pretend that everything is fine so badly that you've missed all the red flags? You scurry out of bed and change into your clothes with shaking hands.
You sneak out into the corridor, hearing Ares's voice from downstairs.
"No, they're asleep", he says. "Yeah, I'm thinking about doing that … they seem to piece things together and so does my idiotic brother. I can't keep them here. I'm thinking Spain. Silas will never find us there. Last I heard he got banned from entering the country. Or that might have been England. I'm not sure. Bastard's probably banned from half of Europe by now." Ares chuckles. "We'll do just fine in Spain. I know some people there that would pay a lot of money for Y/N. All because they're Silas’s partner, isn't that funny? Everyone has something against Silas and to piss him off, you have to use his little partner."
You freeze. Is Ares planning to smuggle you out of the country to sell you to one of Silas’s enemies? You have to get out of here. Oh, how you wish you were at Silas’s house right now, that you had never accepted Ares’s help. You really do miss your forced boyfriend.
You sneak down the stairs, feeling lightheaded when the wood under your feet creaks.
"I have to go, mate, I think I have a wandering toddler", Ares says.
You hear him get up from his armchair and suddenly he appears in your vision, right in front of you down the stairs. He smiles sweetly, but you tense up.
"What's wrong?" he asks. "Can't sleep?"
"Are you taking me to Spain?" you blurt out before you can stop yourself.
He seems to be taken aback for a second but quickly gathers himself. "Yes, I thought that it would be good for you to change scenery to recover. You'll love Spain."
"I don't want to leave the country, Ares. I can recover here. I promise."
Ares eyes narrow. He must have heard the shaking in your voice that you tried so desperately to hide.
"Y/N, do you believe that I want you harm?" he asks calmly, leaning his hand on the wall.
Your heart starts to beat.
"No, of course not", you lie.
Ares smiles and walks up the steps to you. You fight the urge to flinch, suddenly feeling like you're back in Silas’s house — although you were more comfortable in Silas’s company. You knew him better.
"Let's think about it", Ares smiles and rubs your back. "It's late. Spain doesn't disappear overnight, we have time to come to a decision. Come."
He leads you back to your room and gives you your pajamas before leaving you alone. You change and sit down on your bed, holding a shaking hand over your chest.
Suddenly, you hear the door lock. You rush over, feeling the handle — just to assure you that you didn't hear things. It is indeed locked.
"Fuck …", you whisper. "Oh my God, Silas, help me."
You decide to play along.
You sit with Ares in the living room every evening, watching the TV. And then, the day comes when you’re supposed to go to Spain. The night before, you know that you have to do something. You don’t want to leave the country. Not with him.
You put on your clothes and sneak downstairs, finding Ares on his phone as usual. He doesn’t see you sneak by the living room door, over to the front door. You try it once. Locked. This old house needs to be unlocked with a key from the inside — a key you don’t have. You look around quickly, glancing every minute towards the living room. You try the window. Nothing. The only window responding to your tries are the kitchen window above the sink. As quiet as you possibly can, you get up on the counter and pull the window open. WHen climbing out, you accidentally knock a glass over. The sound of glass crashing against metal in the sink makes your heart drop. You don’t wait for any responses. Without a second doubt, you jump down onto the grass outside and run. Past his red sports car, past the gates, down the street.
From your month at Ares’s house, you’ve learned that the people in the surrounding houses are nothing more than drug addicted humans. No reason to try to get help from them. You run until an old telephone box appears in the distance. If there’s one phone number you’ve had to memorize, it’s Silas. You’re surprised he hasn’t tattooed it on you to make sure you don’t forget.
You know that you should call the police. You really should … but you have a feeling that they won’t be much help. If there’s one that will help you at all cost … it’s Silas. He will do what it takes. You can’t waste this opportunity on something and someone that might not work.
You rip the glass door open and grab the phone.
“A quarter?” you pant in panic, looking around. “I don’t have a quarter!”
To your big surprise, someone must have dropped one while fumbling with their wallet before you. You pick up the shiny coin and press it into the slot before hurrying to press in the phone number.
“Please pick up, please”, you plead, panting. Your entire body is jittering, you can’t stand still. “Please, Silas!”
Finally, the long signals break. Silence.
"Hello?" you pant.
"Y/N?" Silas gasps.
A weird relief flows through you when hearing his voice. You hadn't realized that you had … missed it.
"I was wondering who had gotten my private number!" he continues quickly. "Where are you? Are you safe?"
"Ares wants to take me out of the country — to Spain! He wants to leave tomorrow. I'm so sorry I didn't believe you! You were right about him-"
"Where are you?"
You give him the description of the place while he forces his men to track the call. You crouch down while sobbing. Your entire body trembles.
"Don't worry, baby, I will get you", Silas comforts you. "You'll be safe soon, okay? Just hold out for me. I'll be-"
"Deposit another quarter to keep the call going."
"Fuck!" you shout and slam the phone back in its place.
Everything seems so quiet again. You open the phone box to get some fresh air when you see him. He's standing with his back leaned against the glass cubicle. You freeze.
"You're not a good actor, Y/N", Ares says with a small smile. "You heard everything I said in my phone call that night. You couldn't fool me."
"You were going to smuggle me out of the country and sell me!" you say through gritted teeth. "Silas was right about you. You are jealous of him, want everything he has. But you'll never have that. You're just a copycat."
Ares stands up and takes a step closer. He towers over you like a predator. You force yourself to stand your ground while glaring at him.
"A copycat?" he asks, raising his eyebrows testingly. You can hear how he's trying his best to stay calm. "How can I copy someone who isn't deserving of anything? He doesn't deserve even half of the things he's gotten. Not his empire, not his wealth, not his reputation, not you."
You gulp, but train your glare on him.
"And you do, or what?" you question.
"I've actually decided to keep you", Ares says with raised eyebrows. "I'm not going to sell you. How could I? Not after you've been so good to me, actually giving me attention for once. Do you know how sick I am of hearing 'Silas this', 'Silas that'? Despite disowning him, my parents still talk about him constantly! It's always been that way. No one cares what Ares does." He points at you. "You listened to me. You had a good time spending time with me — don't try to lie about it — and I'm not letting you go. I'm not going to be alone again. Silas doesn't take care of you in the way I do. In one month, I've fixed what he's destroyed. Unlike him, I give you freedom. I give you what you want. Silas didn't give you a TV, didn't even let you out of your fucking bedroom! He never answered your questions, I do."
"You tricked me. That day you stumbled into the house the only time we were there wasn't a coincidence, was it? Or the day you met us at the gas station? Your friends had told you, hadn't they? Because if they hadn't, how would you just happen to have a lock pick just when I needed one? You pretended that you were nice to lure me away from Silas, but you're just as bad as him."
"So why do you try to go back to Silas, hm? If he's as bad as me? If you can love him, you can love me too, if you are so persistent that we're the exact same."
"Because at least Silas doesn't pretend to be someone else and would never even think about selling me. But since you're so money hungry, Ares, what do you work with? Your companies. They're not legal, are they? None of the money you have is clean, like you pass them as."
"Silas money isn't clean either. If you're going to call me a scum, you better take a good, hard look at your boyfriend. He has people killed, tortured and manhandled. I don't do that. The worst thing I do is put people into debt, I do not kill."
"People die because of that — and that is your fault. You're both bad, don't pretend to be someone honest." Your eyebrows twitch. "For your information, I would never go to Spain with you, even if I didn't know what a total psychopath you are."
Ares smiles a predatory smile that makes your veins turn to ice. "You're going to Spain with me if I have to drag you by your hair."
You give him one last glare before you run. He sets off after you, grabbing you by your arm. He folds it and reaches for the other while kicking the back of your knees. You fall together and give him just enough time to lock you in place.
He drags you back to his house where his car is already being loaded with bags. A big box is standing on the grass with its lid open.
"If you hadn't been such a pain, Y/N, I wouldn't have to do this", he pants and pushes you into the box, closing it from the outside. "You could have sat beside me in first class, but now you go with the luggage."
You hit, kick and punch. Stars shoot from the pain.
"Let me out!" you shout. "Ares!"
Silence. You can hear the engine of a car starting and disappearing into the distance. And then comes back.
"Y/N?" a familiar voice shouts.
Silas.
You start to kick and punch the wooden box again, shouting back. Soon, the lid opens and you are met by Silas’s worried face. You have never been so happy to see him before.
"Oh, Y/N …", he breathes out and lifts you up, hugging you tightly. "My baby."
You cry against his body. He squeezes you in his arms, making sure that you really are real. He examines your poor knuckles, giving them a kiss.
"Are you okay?" he asks worriedly.
"Ares was going to take me to Spain", you sob.
"Yes, you said something about that on the phone. We'll talk more about it later, okay? Now we need to get you home."
You look around in horror. "Where is Ares?"
"Not here, don't worry. If there's one thing about him that he can't change, it's that he's the biggest coward you'll ever meet. I saw him in his car driving past, shouting that you were here. He'd rather blow off his entire operation than get caught."
You breathe out. Silas hangs his coat over your shoulder before placing his arm around you.
"Let's get you home", he says and kisses your temple. "It's about time. Ive missed you so fucking much. I haven’t been able to sleep without you, I’ve been so scared that Ares had killed you. I’ll cut off his hands for touching you. I’ll pluck out his eyes for looking at you, I promise."
“I’ve missed you too”, you admit and wipe your tears. “He tricked me. I’m sorry.”
Silas kisses your lips and caresses your cheek without saying anything. You can see tears in his eyes, for the very first time.
A paper on the ground catches your attention, but before you have time to look at it, Silas asks about what happened and you have to put it in your pocket.
"He has infiltrated your organization", you say as Silas helps you into the front seat. "He has spies in your group who report to him." You tell him the entire story. "He wanted to smuggle me to Spain to sell em to one of your enemies …"
"Bastard", Silas mutters and hits tye instrumental plate with his palm. "He knows I'm banned from there."
"Why?"
Silas is about to tell you that you shouldn't worry about it, but then sighs. "A murder or two. But that doesn't matter. I'm just happy that you managed to escape him in time to call me. If you hadn't … I probably wouldn't have gotten you back.”
You fiddle with your fingers guiltily in your lap. "I'm sorry for not believing you …"
"Don't be. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have brought you along. I shouldn’t have thought that he’d give up. Ares is a master manipulator. That's why his businesses are going so well. He knows how to manipulate his way into getting what he wants. He played on your insecurities and fears. I should have protected you better.”
“What will happen to him?”
“I’ll let that cowardly cockroach slip away this time. But the next time I see him, I will kill him.” Silas takes your hand with his free one. “From here on, I’ll make sure it never happens again. I’ll get better security and I’ll make sure we can do more stuff … to make sure that you aren’t locked in the bedroom all the time.”
“That sounds nice …” you say quietly.
You sit in silence for a while. Suddenly, you remember the paper in your pocket. You pick it out and fold it open. For a few seconds, you’re sure that you can’t breathe.
'I will come back for you and when I do, it’s going to be bloody'
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You should've expected this honestly.
The whole morning felt…. Off, from the moment your feet touched the carpeted floor to the moment you stepped out of the physical therapists office, it was almost like that feeling you get when you're in an area about to be struck by lightning, charged, prickling just under your skin and setting your teeth on edge.
Yet when you stepped out those doors and looked up at the clouded Gotham sky and saw the floating remains of what looked like a large tower, slowly spinning in place as if it were tethered to a string, crumbling pieces of foundation slowly chipping off and tumbling to the ground at a slowed pace like they were made of aerogel…. Yeah you turned around and went back in the office.
Just kidding, No you instead, with great reluctance, stepped out onto the street with the gawking crowds.
Well what the hell are you supposed to do here? You're a human. You don't have Thor on speed dial anymore and you're not exactly close with any of the powered heroes here either, someone in the crowd starts freaking out so with a sigh you pull your phone out to text Bruce. You'll at least make sure he knows about the weird magically floating building, (or maybe it's alien technology? Shit that guy in metropolis could even be involved.)
Did you see the news. :(name)
(Bruce): I'm assuming you mean the large unidentified object in uptown?
It's clearly identifiable. But yes that. :(name)
(Bruce): signal's getting eyes on it for me right now, where are you?
(Name) Sends a photo.
Is this common here? :(name)
(Bruce): no, can't say it is. Someone's going to pick you up so don't get any closer to it.
(Bruce): ….(Name)? Don't do it.
(Bruce): come on don't leave me on read
You pocket your phone with a barely restrained huff as you start walking, the crowd growing larger behind you as the panicked citizens try to figure out what's going on.
You're already not too far from it, it being maybe a block away now, and you don't actually intend to get right up under it. What if it suddenly dropped? That'd be a very stupid way to die….. Why is there a crowd underneath it!?? You'd thought Gothamites had more sense than this.
With a heavy sigh you edge closer to the crowd gathered underneath the long shadow of the floating structure, you're definitely side-eyeing the hell out of all these people - oh signal's on the roof of the nearby bank. The bright yellow gives him away pretty easily honestly.
You pointedly stare at him until he notices you and awkwardly gives a little wave, then you turn your attention to the crowd and try to call out to them. “Excuse me, hello? Excuse me!”
When a few heads turn towards you warily, you gesture up at the danger right above everyone's heads. “Hey you shouldn't stand under that! What if it suddenly fell?”
You watch, hands on your hips as the assorted crowd seem to suddenly realize the dumb position you're all in. A few of them already shuffling away, signal gestures at you frantically but you don't really get a chance to pay him any mind.
Something falls, the building? Just some debris? You don't know. All you know is you see the rapidly growing shadow above all your heads, then your view changes and you're suddenly…. Upside down and in the air???
You find yourself staring down at the street you'd just been standing on, your clothing swaying gently in the breeze as you sway side to side on a…. Line? Or maybe a hook? You look up (your chin tilting down towards your chest) and you see a familiar blue and red blur, One you thought you'd never lay eyes on again.
“(Name)? Oh holy fu-you're alive!” Spider-Man lands on the Web you're apparently tethered to, jostling you enough to have you feeling woozy as the swaying becomes more violent.
Another glance around shows you a piece of debris caught in multiple strands of webbing, suspended between three buildings. A few of the civilians have also been pulled out of the way judging by the webs everywhere and the disoriented looks on the people's faces. You glance back up (down???) at Spider-Man to find him already crawling over to you, you're guessing to free you from the uncomfortable saving grace you've found yourself in.
“Oh my God I thought you died in space too! Like, we deadass even held a funeral for you and everything. wait, shit, fuck, strange mentioned - if you don't know who I am just ignore all that! It's nothing I promise!”
The kid awkwardly stumbling over his own words and backtracking so painfully badly is…. Wow you actually missed it.
“it's just…you look like someone I know! Or knew? Kind of, not that I wouldn't have saved you if you didn't look familiar of course! I'm a hero after all -”
He's starting to ramble, so you clap your one free hand on his shoulder to catch his attention.
“Peter, get me back on the ground please.”
You casually dropping his name shuts him up good, he silently starts to free you from the sticky webs, careful not to pull on anything too harshly or jostle you anymore than you've already been.
He carefully brings you both to the street level, where you're greeted not only by the curious citizens looking between the unknown masked teen and the chunk of building. but also by the sight of signal, staring at the scene while holding a hand to the side of his helmet, no doubt he's reporting the incident to Bruce and the other bats…
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Hello amazing writer-person.
May I request the following…
"i cannot stand you, and yet i also cannot stand to be away from you."
… with our moody baby Marc Spector 🌙
(Congrats on the 500, you rock) 🎉
TY & ILY! 💜 (not me finally finishing my oldest request)
Luminous white orbs fixed on you as he cinched you close to his side. "It's a full moon. Try not to scream...at least not until I get your pants off."
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"Give me your hand." Moon Knight's white, bandaged arm reached for yours, but your stubbornness alone stopped you as you wrenched yourself free of his grasp.
"I don't need you to hold my hand," you told him, peering over the building's edge to the street below, several stories down. "I'm gonna jump."
"The hell you are," he protested, yanking on your arm. "Hold on to me. I'll get you down."
Although he wasn't tall for a superhero, he was strong enough to make a point.
"You can't even fly. How are you supposedly going to 'get me down'?"
Luminous white orbs fixed on you as he cinched you close to his side. "It's a full moon. Try not to scream...at least not until I get your pants off."
You couldn't see his face but you were certain he was smirking.
He leapt over the side of the building, dragging you with him. Despite how much you wanted to resist his help, you couldn't fly, and you didn't want to die, so you held on tightly, tucking yourself into him - arms wound around him trustingly and your face pressed into the gauzey fabric covering his throat.
He smelled like ancient secrets and sun drenched sands. Warm and woody, enticing your eyes closed as you entrusted your life to his embrace.
The wind in his cape, the power of the full moon and his years of experience helped him slow your shared descent through the night sky. Hitting the pavement with an inconsequential thud, you barely had time to get your footing before he grabbed your hand again. "Let's go."
"I think I can take it from here, Lunar Legionnaire." You mockingly tossed out one of his recent media nicknames, wrenching your hand away from his, but following his lead to an abandoned warehouse.
"In here," he directed. "Those things are still following us. They have our scent."
"Then we better not stay here," you reasoned. "Unless the great Fist of Khonshu needs to catch his breath?"
"Hilarious." White eyes narrowed into judgmental slits. "You're the one panting, sweetheart." He moved in closer. "Or were you that excited to be close to me?"
Before you could smart off, you heard a metallic rattle and then a growl. Jackals. Supernatural, invisible jackals.
But he could see them.
"Get behind me," he ordered.
Which of course you did not, shouldering right past him. "Thanks for the ride down, but I work alone."
He groaned, squeezing his wrapped hands into fists. After bouncing on his toes for a moment, he reluctantly followed. "Got your six."
His gaze fell to the sway of your leather clad hips, down over your curves.
"That's an interesting way of letting me know you're staring at my ass."
"That's an interesting way of pretending we haven't worked four missions together."
"Look who's counting," you teased.
"Counting on this being the last one, maybe. You have a death wish or something. I'm always saving your - "
Moon Knight didn't even finish his sentence before you whirled around and leapt in his direction, firing your wrist rockets into the jackal right behind him. He ducked just in time.
And that sound drew the rest of them.
"Nice work," he groaned, racing past you, breaking into a sprint as he called back over the swish of his cape, "It's gonna be a long night."
“Hey, you’re the one following me.”
The two of you spent the next annoying half hour eliminating invisible foes, working in tandem, despite you both maintaining your loner status, at least mentally.
You finally ducked into an alley, grateful for a breather.
"Are there any more of them?" You gasped, gripping your knees as you doubled over, winded from your exertion.
"Not that I see," Moon Knight answered, giving you a once over. He didn't get as tired as you, but then again, you didn't have superpowers. It felt kind of endearing to see you not perfectly put together.
"You know, you look good like this," he commented, moving into your personal space. "Sweating. Panting. I feel like I've seen it somewhere."
He tapped his gloved finger on his masked chin, pretending to think. "Was it the last time I saved your ass?"
As badly as you wanted to retort, you were still a bit out of breath.
"Oh I remember," he went on, yanking a crescent dagger from the center of his chest. He backed you up against the wall, pinning you in place with his hips. "It was the last time you were underneath me...in Dubai."
"Bullshit. I was on top," you panted, eyes fixed on his weapon, feeling wetness pool between your legs as he pressed his obvious erection against your core. "What's that for?"
He traced the pointed dagger's edge over your bottom lip before flicking his wrist, expertly cutting through the thick fabric of your mask. Before he could pull it free and reveal your face, you struggled against him as your hand darted up to keep your mask in place.
"What the hell?" You snapped, even though you physically responded eagerly to the friction between your bodies. "No faces. That was your rule."
"Don't you ever break the rules?" He challenged, stashing his dagger and gripping your hips. Thrusting against you with a seductive pulse, he dragged you back and forth over his straining length.
"Show me yours first," you ordered, still holding your mask in place with one hand. Strangely enough, this man had been inside you twice, but you had yet to lay eyes on who he really was.
Without hesitation, he complied. His gauzey mask disappeared, revealing a man far more handsome than you expected. Dark, soulful eyes peered into yours, such a beautiful contrast to the haunting white glow.
You stared as his gaze flickered down to your parted lips.
"That bad, huh?" He half joked, quickly summoning the supernatural fabric to cover his angular features once more.
You swallowed thickly, the thought of sinking your fingers into his dark curls convincing you to slowly lower your mask, pulling it free from your face and hair.
Tilting his head, as if studying you, Moon Knight shook his head playfully. "The magic is gone."
You slugged him on the arm as he chuckled, amused with himself.
"I can't stand you."
His mask disappeared again, instantly. "I can't stand to be away from you."
His lips crashed into yours with unrestrained fervor, the force of it taking what little breath you'd regained.
You sighed into his mouth as his tongue slid over yours. Tangling your fingers into his hair, you twisted your way through his curls, which were every bit as gorgeous and soft as you expected.
"Can you make a useful part of this damn suit disappear?" You huffed, tearing your mouth from his.
Yanking at the leather of your pants, he worked you free, hoisting your thick thighs around his waist. Then, as you were anticipating, just enough of his suit vanished so that he could push his heavy, pulsing length up inside you.
"Been waiting for this all night."
“That’s an interesting way of saying you’re obsessed with me.” Despite your biting commentary, you sank against him in relief, your head thumping against the brick wall behind you, its rough surface scraping against the curve of your ass. But you didn't care. He was your drug and you were getting your fix.
"Look at me," he lowly commanded, gripping the nape of your neck and staring possessively into your eyes. Heavy, deep thrusts sent your body bucking against his. "Like that?"
"Yes, right there. Feels good."
"Thought you worked alone, sweetheart." His lips curled as your eyes flashed with defiance. "You think you can get yourself off like this?"
You shuddered, your velvet walls fluttering, clenching at the sound of his infuriating voice.
"Nah...I think we work better together.”
"Just...shut up. Keep doing that. Faster."
He went slower. But deeper, hitting something devastating within you.
"Saving your ass from jackals is worth the look on your face when you come for me."
And as if his voice alone could control your body, you came undone, your body betraying your stubborn mind, agreeing with him. And, as predicted, you might have screamed a little.
The glint in his eye didn't last long as you shuddered around him, gripping him so deliciously that he actually moaned. It sounded so good coming out of his plush lips. His clenched, corded neck tensed and bobbed as sweat dripped from a singular curl.
The sight of him losing control because of you was worth a bout with jackals and all the danger that came with it.
His hips stuttered as he tried to pull out of you, but you clamped your thighs around him and held him captive. "Stay right here."
The longer you gazed at him, the more you wanted to never see that stupid white mummy mask cover his face, ever again.
Hot breath fell on your ear as he took a minute to come back to himself.
Easing back, he touched his forehead to yours - a gentle contrast to the scandalous public encounter you'd shared.
"I'm Marc."
You felt lighter somehow, sharing a laugh with him before he kissed you deeply.
"Nice to meet you."
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Right Person, Right Time (Modern Daemon x Female Reader) (18+) (Non Canon Au)
Read chapter 1 here
Chapter 2
Summary : Daemon takes you to his bed, in the way you wanted and didn't want at the same time.
Warning: 18+ , Mention of infidelity, death, smut in later chapters, reader has self deprecating attitude
If it was possible to die from embarrassment, you would have been dead by now, perhaps you were overreacting because it has been barely 5 seconds since you had uttered those god awful words --
“Good take me to your bed then.. i don't want to be alone tonight "
Yeah you did that and the man next to you, the man that you had the audacity to insult just a few moments ago, the man whose last name wasn't something you had bothered to ask, the man who had heard you very clearly just now and had gone completely quiet on you, so quiet that you could hear your heartbeat.
He was not even giving you a moment of grace towards your undignified manner, you'd have preferred to hear a sharp no instead of the awkward silence that had clouded the compact space of the elevator and it was suffocating you... suffocating -
And Thank Goodness your floor had arrived.
Now all you had to do was move out of this building and never see him again. Perhaps get out of the city and then the country while you were onto that.
As you were about to step out, his arm came in front of you and he pressed the close door button so you looked up at his face. God he was close, too close, you could smell him and he didn't smell awful. On the contrary, he smelled fucking fantastic but then his manly scent reminded you of Marco and you wanted to disappear again.
“That's not my floor lady” He said to you so you gulped in response, his mouth curved into a smile before he stepped away from you.
“So you heard me huh?” you asked as you crossed your arms.
“You were too loud and too clear” you huffed internally as he responded in that smug manner.
You could just say no right, though you asked for it, there was still time to get out of this situation, why get him involved in your tangled mess of a life?
You wanted to say something but as you watched the elevator moving up you didn't really say anything, you didn't want to go back to your apartment. Too many memories, too many imprints of Marco over there. You had to survive the night somehow and you found yourself unable to do it all alone. He had made you so weak and so non fucntional.
“Ummm don't take this the wrong way but what I said just now- ” you chuckled to hide your embarrassment so he raised his brow “What I'm saying is that...I just..i ummm..i .. when I said that i –”
“Ssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh” you turned your head to look at him as he shushed you, his lips formed a pout when he dragged the sound of the shushing as if he was speaking to a petulant child. Okay he had a nice set of lips, pink, and they looked soft and..well at least you weren't rebounding with some junkie hobo you thought. Not that there was anything right with this situation either.
As the elevator stopped finally at the top most floor and the door opened, you noticed another door and he stepped forward to enter the passkey, that door then opened straight into a -
“Lobby? You have a Lobby of your own?” You asked him as you followed him and looked around in wonderment, he smiled as he noticed the wide eyed look on your face.
“Perks of the penthouse”
The lobby had a narrow corridor on the other end that lead towards the main area of the penthouse, he guided you to his supposed living room and you stared at him as he took his leather jacket off and dumped it on the couch before he unhooked the glasses from the collar of his white t-shirt and placed it on a side table, he then disappeared into one of the rooms and came back shortly after.
“You're ruining my carpet, dry yourself up” He threw the towel in your direction so you caught it swiftly before it could hit his shiny expensive carpet.
“Thanks..I guess” as you dried the dripping water from your hair you watched him strut his way behind the bar in the corner of the room, a part of you still wanted to run but then the thought of going back to the apartment and being all alone with nothing but the memories of you and Marco felt dreadful.
Two years and it meant nothing to him, you meant nothing to him, of course you didn't, you wanted to take out your phone and check if he had called or messaged but then again, every thought of yours circled back to the moment of him fucking someone else behind your back. Someone very hot and attractive.
“What's your choice of poison, love?” You heard Daemon's voice so you sighed and walked towards his couch to sit down.
“Anything would do in this moment” you answered him but had to grimace internally as he returned with two glasses of scotch on the rocks. When you said anything, you didn't mean a literal shot of gasoline. He offered you the glass so you took it and sipped on it because you had no other choice, the couch sank in as he sat down next to you so you scooted a little farther away from him..
“So ummm how do you afford all this.. generational wealth?” he smirked as you questioned him, you were so judgemental and assuming but for some reason this trait of yours didn't annoy him as much it would have if it was attached to someone else.
“Yeah, sort of, but I also work for it” he told you honestly so you chuckled in what seemed to be a very condescending manner.
“But you're home, at 5 in the afternoon?” you said to him as a matter of fact.
“I mostly work at nights..”
“Doing..what exactly?”
“I own businesses..clubs, bars, pubs, hotels, that sort of thing” he answered in a way that made you feel as if he was trying to sound humble about it but it didn't help his case, he was bragging and he was bragging hard.
“Anything you own that I might have heard of?” you asked him so he gave you a smile. That's what he had been waiting for.
“Dark Sister..the nightclub”
You almost spat out your drink as he said that, that stupid fucking place, that place was important to you, that's where you had met Marco for the first time, and he often took you there to unwind after a long week.
“You own that.. like the whole club?” you asked him, surprise evident in your voice.
“No I just own one sofa in there..ofcourse i own the whole thing”
“Ohhh ..i ..i didn't know that..i have been there..quite a few times.. never saw you there..do you even go there?”
“All the time. There's a world outside your hot lover's arms you know? You never really got out of it did you?” you glared at him as he said that. What was this developing energy between you two? It definitely wasn't positive to say the least but it didn't seem completely negative either. Up until this moment and for so long you two had been only nice with each other or polite would be a better suited term but this passive aggressive conversation didn't seem that way.
“Well.. He does have great arms, big.. manly arms, comforting arms…warmmmmm” your voice choked on your tears as you thought of him and as much as he despised hearing the praises of your cheating ex he understood what you were going through in the moment and he didn't want to add to your misery so he grabbed the tissue box from the coffee table and passed one to you.
“Thank you” you mumbled as you grabbed the tissue to wipe your dripping tears. Fucking Marco, he had ruined your life forever.
“Look i.. when I said I wanted you to get me into your bed-”
And he interrupted you.
“I have a great bed, wanna see?” He spoke so you opened your mouth to say something offensive but you did want to see the bed after seeing that carpet.
“Fine..I'll see YOUR bed” you gestured to him with your fingers, air quoting the term dramatically to come across as uninterested.
As he led you towards his bedroom you looked around and sighed, you wanted to find something to complain about, perhaps messy clothes all around or dirt in the corner but it was squeaky clean thoroughly. You didn't know why you were behaving this way with him, what was this? Couldn't have been sexual tension.
And the king sized bed did look amazing, almost made you want to lie down but then the bed reminded you of Marco, everything reminded you of Marco.
You sighed as you walked towards the bed and then turned to look at him.
“Okay let's do this ..no expectations..no promises..no attachment..no strings whatever right? It's just one night” you blinked your eyes to affirm your point so he chuckled and stepped towards you.
“You're a strange kind of woman, you know that?” he said as caressed his own chin as if he was assessing an anomaly.
“Way to compliment a woman you're about to fuck”
“I’m not going to fuck you sweetheart..just sit down and relax” he said as he grumbled.
Okay you took that as an offense.
“Why ? Why can't you fuck me..am I so unfuckable? Would you rather fuck a hot stripper from your club or something? Would you fuck me if I was hot? Or a stripper? Or a hot stripper? What is wrong with me? Do tell me” His brows furrowed as you blabbed nonsensically. Now that you were focusing on it, his brows didn't really have.. brow hair ..his head was a different story though. Way too much hair. Thick and bushy, and curls at the bottom -
He suddenly walked towards you so you took a step back and hit the foot of the bed which made you sit down involuntarily.
“I do not own a strip club FYI, but if I did I'd hire you and you're right given the chance I'd certainly fuck this very hot, very fuckable stripper” he leaned down and placed his palms on the bed around you on as he spoke. Hazel eyes, he has hazel eyes mixed with green, you had never really noticed before.
He had a way, strange way of .. complimenting you and insulting you at the same time. So different from Marco, honey dripped from his mouth whenever he spoke to you.
“Then why won't you do it?” you asked him, your voice soft and vulnerable so he looked down for a moment and then looked right into your eyes again.
“I want to.. don't get it twisted but I’m not going to fuck a grieving woman, when I have a woman like you in my bed i like to think that I'm all she's thinking about in the moment. I'm not going to be inside you and have you wishing it was that lothario instead” he said to you before he stepped away, your eyes welled up and you didn't even try to control it this time. That lothario was the love of your life, it was just your luck that you weren't his.
“Why did you bring me here then?’ you asked him as you stood up so he crossed his arms.
“Because you didn't want to be alone.. and you're not alone right now, are you?” he mumbled in a no nonsense tone and you didn't know what it was, it wasn't as if he had said anything profound or magical but the kindness in his tone made you break down right then, you sat down on his bed and wept as hard as you could. It was sinking in finally, you'd never find a man to love you again and you'd definitely never find anyone like Marco.
He watched you for a moment, well a few moments before he walked towards the bed and laid down next to you, though maintaining an ample amount of distance from you. This morning when he woke up he definitely didn't imagine in his wildest thoughts that the pretty girl from his building would be crying profusely in his bed by the end of the day. A small part of him that he had killed long ago wanted to scoot closer and comfort you but he restrained himself.
No expectations, no promises, he had to live by that. For his own sake.
After what felt like hours when your sniffling died down you propped yourself on your elbows and stared at him,
“Well ..you were right about one thing..this is a mighty good bed” he couldn't help but smile as you said that, as if you weren't bawling your eyes out just a minute ago..
“I only do the best darling”
“Okay ummm..i.. would like to just keep my head down here and close my eyes for a moment -”
You said to him so he immediately got up and grabbed your arms to pull yourself up as well.
“Change up first, you can't sleep in wet clothes and especially not in my bed you dummy” he said to you as if he was your father so you crossed your arms, you were just starting to find him tolerable.
“I'll just go to my apartment” you said to him so he sighed and walked towards his closet to grab a comfy tee and shorts that he hardly ever wears.
“Change and you can go” he commanded. Who did he think he was? A kind and known stranger who worried about you getting sick in your drenched clothes? Well fuck his kindness.
“I'll change when I'm home” you argued, at this point you were just arguing for the sake of it.
“No you won't..you'd collapse on your door, won't even make it to the bedroom” he argued further.
“If I change I'm sleeping in your bed ..you can find another..bed somewhere in this huge penthouse of yours”
“Fine with me”
You huffed as you grabbed the clothes from him and went to the bathroom to change quickly, you were glad the shirt was loose enough so he wouldn't notice that you weren't wearing your bra.
As you came out he stared at you, you wanted to wipe that smirk off his face.
“You find this funny?”
“No..You just look so silly is all”
“Blame your stupid clothes”
He brought his hands up as if surrendering and accepting defeat finally so you decided to not say anything further.
As you sat down next to him you turned your head to look at him.
“Thank you ..for the clothes and the bed and your company and everything else” you said to him as politely as you could amd you really meant it this time. He tilted his head as he noticed the hint of tears in your eyes.
He could tell you were going to be a trouble for him.
“Okay” he mumbled before he got up and walked towards the couch to lie down.
You didn't want to be alone so he wasn't going to leave you alone.
As your head hit the pillow and eyes closed you only saw the image of Marco fucking that hot brunette with fervent passion. It was burned in your memory now and you knew you'd never be able to unsee it no matter how much you wanted it but you could worry about that tomorrow, tonight you weren't alone so you didn't have to wallow in self pity.
“Daemon?” You called out his name so he hummed in response.
“What is your full name? I never asked -”
You heard the sound of faint chuckling coming from him before he answered.
“Targaryen..Daemon Targaryen”
Targaryen.. Targaryen... Targaryen..where had you heard that name before, you had heard it somewhere and then suddenly it dawned on you.
You knew him. No that wasn't right, you knew about him.
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if you don’t mind me asking, could you share some of your favorite fanfics or authors? thanks ❤️
oh hi hello!! yes of course!! i actually haven't read any spn fic in a while but i have spent a lot of time organizing my bookmarks. i'm going to assume that you meant samdean fic but i'll add a few non-samdean ones at the end.
authors!
@zmediaoutlet (deadlybride on ao3)
candle_beck (ao3)
@goshen-applecrumbledore (ao3)
whereupon (livejournal)
Linden (ao3)
sevenfists (ao3)
there are so many more great authors but these came to mind :)
fics!
i am going to list my forever-favorites first - the ones i would recommend to anyone and everyone, screaming-from-the-rooftops kind of love - and then many many more under the cut.
beloved by urchinesque (2016, 1.9k, NR, warning: death) It might be the gentlest thing that's ever happened to them.
in my opinion everyone should read this once. it's quick. they die. it's-- happy, somehow. beautiful. i think about it all the time.
Last Day on Earth by candle_beck (2009, 10.8k, E) A list of things to do if you only have one day to live, presented in inconvenient non-list form.
last year my best friend and i were pondering which fic felt quintessential to samdean for us and somehow settled on this one. i still agree with the choice.
Odysseus, American by coyotesuspect (2010, 10k, M) Dean finds Peter O'Toole's recording of the Odyssey in a bin marked “Audio" in Casa Grande's only used bookstore. The place smells like cigarette smoke and old books, and it reminds him of Sam. Stanford era.
my favorite stanford era fic. i think it captures dean's loneliness and desperation beautifully.
A man with his insides out and his outsides off by britomart_is (2016, 5.3k, E, time travel, underage) They say there are only two stories in the world: man goes on a journey, and stranger comes to town.
another fic i want everyone to read. it's so short and feels like a novel. sam is messed up and dean is in love and everything is miserable.
Breathing Hard by whereupon (2009, 9k, E) The day Dean figures it out.
this is so simple and yet-- everything to me. i can't think about dinosaurs without thinking about this fic, which doesn't tell you much, but you'll see. sometimes this is really all you need.
The Last Outpost of All That Is by gekizetsu (2008, 59k, E) The world ends while they’re asleep.
this fic has stayed with me my whole life. i thought about it even during my years away from spn and fandom entirely. they're alone and you don't know why and they build their life together and you end up wondering, is this hell or heaven? whenever i come across a screenshot of the last couple of paragraphs i want to cry.
see things so much clearer by deadlybride (2020, 11.7k, E) Sam's been acting oddly. Dean learns how to use the history on an internet browser and finds out why.
this is a fic that hits the spot for me personally so well. another favorite preseries fic. i love the idea of sam using livejournal, and of dean finding out this way.
Stay The Distance by lazy_daze (2011, 24k, E) Sam is dependent on Dean's touch and closeness after the wall falls - Dean's presence reminds him of why he chose to wake up, and keeps the memories at bay, allowing Sam to function.
i love enmeshment, and i love that here it's literal. i love that they're just sort of fine with it.
more fics below!
in absolutely no particular order whatsover. please check the warnings and tags on these before reading!
Recall by De_Nugis (2012, 6.3k, E) Sam's having a hard time telling what's real and what isn't, especially when it comes to some voicemails from Dean.
Living in god's blind spot by applecrumbledore (2022, 25k, E) Of all the situations Dean didn’t need his dad to see him in, ‘getting off to being pushed around by a guy’ was in the top three. And ‘a guy’ was a massive glossing-over of reality. Any guy—any other guy—would be bad enough, but Sam was fucking cataclysmic.
Almost At Home by balefully (2008, 24.3k, E) Sam graduates from high school in early June in rural Tennessee. He and Dean start the summer with an all-nighter of celebration; the day after, while both fight hangovers, John calls to assign them their first hunt by themselves.
they said it was the fall of man by jukeboxhound (2016, 7.4k, M) Sam gets his soul back on a Monday.
When I Fall Asleep It Is Your Eyes That Close by britomart_is (2009, 1.9k, E) Post-Season Two. Sam is alive. Dean is happy.
Life As We Know It by sevenfists (2007, 13.7k, M, curtain fic) On the morning that Sam woke up, Dean ran five red lights on the way to the hospital, his half-empty coffee cup sloshing in the holder.
tied up like two ships by orphan_account (2014, 3.1k, E) Dean liked to hold hands.
Gospel Truth by Cerberuss (2020, 15.2k, E, case fic) ‘DOES YOUR BROTHER KNOW THAT YOU WANT HIM?’ Individually placed letters, bold and tinged brown with the weather. Sam can’t look away and he prays, dream dream dream.
Buy You A Mockingbird by candle_beck (2011, 10.3k, M, underage, outsider pov) A genuine horror story.
because you want to die for love by hathfrozen (2021, 27.3k, E) Sam and Dean settle into their Heaven—and into each other, too.
the constant vow by deadlybride (2022, 119k, E, fem dean-ish) They've just finished up a pretty standard job and are killing time in snowy Wisconsin when Dean wakes up no longer looking like Dean. That's just the start of their problems.
This Fortress Made of Us by mickeym (2009, 10.8k, E) Sam really didn't do very well without his brother. Coda for Mystery Spot.
State of Love and Trust/As I Busted Down the Pretext by cormallen (2010, 2.9k, M) When you know exactly what your brother's thinking, there are some chances you just don't take.
Quiet with the Rain by Linden (2014, 5.3k, T) Dean can spot an undercover cop at thirty paces, a hooker at twenty, and rims that will match his baby's at ten. But the fact that his little brother is in love with him—that, he can't see worth a damn.
have a cigar by deadlybride (2020, 5.6k, E) What happened with Andy and Ansem unsettles Sam. Dean doesn't seem worried.
Heart Shaped Balloon by winsive (2022, 18.5k, E, underage) Sam and Dad are fighting. No surprise, but it's the weekend before Valentine's Day and Dean isn't missing out on the chance to bang a cheerleader just to console his bratty little brother. He does bring back a heart shaped balloon for him, though. It's not supposed to be cursed.
Bare by gracerene (2022, 2.2k, T) Of all the things Dean hasn't done before, Sam never expected something as innocuous as skinny dipping to be on the list.
Speechless by candle_beck (2008, 11.2k, T, case fic) Dean loses his voice and their rapport is only moderately impaired.
Like It Was Yesterday by nomelon (2014, 4.9k, T, fem dean, amnesia) Sam can't remember a time when Dean wasn't there. Dean is always with him. Sam's whole life, there's never been anyone else.
Like a Ghost with Two Voices by Dyed_Red (2022, 46k, E) To cure Dean from the Mark of Cain, Sam has to let Dean, in all his demonic glory, possess him for 28 days. It goes about as well as expected.
Breathe You In (Choke You Down) by orphan_account (2021, 5.9k, E, pwp) Dean really likes the way Sam smells.
lost in yesterday by margaryes (2023, 1k, NR, john pov) John hasn’t seen his youngest son in 18 months.
Unraveling by Linden (2017, 855 words, E) No, he’d said, the first time Sammy had tried to kiss him, sixteen and half-drunk and stupidly beautiful, even though he’d wanted so badly to say yes.
pack up the moon by deathdreamt (2021, 5.9k, T, pre-slash) Sam storms back out from their room, his backpack on and his duffel hanging off his shoulder and isn’t it kind of tragic that his whole life fits in two bags. He looks suddenly much younger than he is, eyes shining. John is back at his guns, whiskey at his elbow, and Dean can hardly believe how rapidly his life is cracking down the centre.
Yesterday, minnesota by applecrumbledore (2022, 30k, E, case fic) Any initial awkwardness filtered away over a hundred miles of highway as Sam thumbed through the missing witch’s diary again. Some people had secret coke habits or secret second wives, and some people had passionate, pitch black, no-kissing sex with a family member every four to six months and never talked about it. You had to find ways to cope.
All Heartless Spectres, Happiness by orphan_account (2021, 5.6k, E) Lisa Braeden receives an email with the subject line, "You Deserve to Know." It contains a single video file and nothing else. (soulless sam)
The Palm Oasis by fictionallemons (2022, 12.3k, E, underage) John strands Dean and Sam at a middle-of-nowhere motel while he investigates possible demon omens in Arizona. The place is nothing to write home about, but at least it has a pool. Dean resolves to think of this as a vacation for him and his studious little brother, but when their money runs out sooner than expected, he considers turning tricks at a nearby truck stop so he can feed Sam.
Other Brothers by homo_pink (2020, 7k, M, underage, outsider pov) A callow boy can go from infancy to someone’s lover in the space of two wildflower summers.
Leader of the Pack by astolat (2007, 14.9k, E) Teaching old dogs new tricks.
Underground Wires by eggnogged (2012, 15.8k, E, fem sam, underage) It’s hard enough being a teenage girl even without all the extra crap: they move around all the time, her family is as far removed from normal as it’s possible to get, and she’s in love with her older brother. Sam has no control on any of it, she’s just trying to stay afloat.
Multitude of Sins by Linden (2015, 4.4k, T, outsider pov) Every now and again, Jim Murphy would look up from his altar and find the Winchester boys at the back of his church.
Like Arrows in the Hands of a Warrior by ADeedWithoutaName (2018, 10.3k, E, underage, dub con-ish, john pov) John Winchester loves his boys, and would take a bullet for either of them. He knows that he's doing it right, the way he's raising them, the things he's teaching them. Not every problem, however, has an easy answer. Like what to do after an incubus case in which their target got his pollen all over both of John's sons.
You Can't Lose What You Never Had by nigeltde (2016, 5.6k, E) You can't spend what you ain't got, and you can't lose what you ain't never had.
Flagstaff by Linden (2014, 7.3k, T, pre-slash, john pov) John tracked Sam down in Flagstaff, four days after he got home to find him gone.
I'll take my chance on a beautiful stranger by fleshflutter (2007, 3.8k, M, outsider pov) If Chase were a better friend, he might try to end the game now, before Brendan loses even more money. But if Brendan is a dick at Stanford, it’s nothing compared to how he is on break.
Cupid's Got A Gun by geckoholic (2012, 13.5k, E, non-con) Fuck-or-die, set in early S4. But they've been fucking for years, so that shouldn't be a problem, right? Wrong. Ever since hell, Dean's in no hurry to get that show on the road again.
Someone Else's Blood by sevenfists (2006, 6.7k, E) The first time, of course, was an accident. (pretend dating)
How Many Floors to Realize by lazy_daze (2009, 26k, E, swesson) AU from the end of It's A Terrible Life, in which Zachariah decides to keep stringing them along a little while longer, because damn if they aren't somewhat entertaining, right?
Worthless cartography by applecrumbledore (2022, 15.6k, E) Dean didn’t know what finally made him go for it. The djinn’s dream was a catalyst, but the call was coming from inside the house, and he’d been letting it ring for a very, very long time. (They get one night together right before Sam is taken to Cold Oak. Dean has to deal with that.)
The Space Between Sense and Memory by orphan_account (2021, 4.8k, T) There are a hundred unwritten rules on all the acceptable ways brothers should touch each other. There are hardly any ways at all to break them. Or; five times they follow the rules and one time they don’t.
Ions in the Ether by nigeltde (2019, 10.9k, E, case fic) When was the last time you trusted happy.
Crossed Wires by rivkat (2015, 10.9k, E) Dean thinks Sam is dead.
Crown and Anchor Me (or let me sail away) by Sena (2010, 23.7k, E, underage) Sam Winchester is fifteen years old, at yet another new high school in yet another state, he doesn't get along with his distant, distracted father, he's figuring out that he likes guys just as much as he likes girls, his clothes never fit and his limbs ache at the joint ever since his growth spurt started, he has to study for the PSAT and, oh yeah, he's a little bit in love with his brother, Dean, who's taken a break from hunting monsters to work at a local garage for minimum wage.
Wear Him Lika a Habit by sevenfists (2008, 2.2k, M) Their first kiss isn't an accident. It's anticipated well in advance, discussed for weeks, argued over, second-guessed.
Amor Prohibido by phoenixflight (2020, 3k, M, underage) They spent the spring of Sam's sophomore year living in a shitty apartment south of San Antonio. Every Friday night the clearest channel played three hour marathons of a Spanish soap called La Casa del Corazón. There was a mutually understood truce about watching it, because the alternatives were infomercials or creepy kids’ cartoons that futzed into static every fifteen seconds.
Open Road by Mollyamory (2010, 2k, T) Sam's old enough to know what's good for him.
It's the Blueprint of Your Life by queenklu (2011, 38.4k, time travel) Sam jerks awake in the middle of the night and everything goes to hell. Well, not literally, though Dean is staring down the barrel of less than a year before his deal comes due. In the midst of dealing (or not dealing) with his impending death, a killer ghost ship, and Bela showing up out of the blue, Dean also has to figure out what’s going on in Sam’s head to make him so twitchy, why he’s suddenly breezing through this case while writing endless notes in a notebook he won’t let Dean see.
North of Wednesday by Mollyamory (2008, 3.5k, G) Sam's behind the wheel before he realizes he doesn't have the keys. Coda to Mystery Spot.
non-wincest fic.
dean/omc. We Drank a Thousand Times by glorious_spoon (2010, 43k, M, warning: death) They meet in a bar fight in North Carolina when Dean is nineteen, broke, and desperate, then again when a hunt brings the Winchesters into town a few years later. Neither one of them ever puts a name to it but every once in a while, through the years, Dean finds his way back.
dean/cas: terror & desire intertwined by rupertgayes (2022, 39k, M) Faced with Castiel suffering a fate worse than death, Dean makes the decision to let Cas use his body as a temporary vessel. All things considered, Dean thinks, it could have gone worse.
gen, sam&dean: what lasts by deadlybride (2021, 17.2k, M) Not long after they move into the bunker, Dean loses a leg. Most of a leg. After the hospital, Sam brings him home, and they figure out how to live with what remains.
gen, dean-centric: To Repair Broken Men by procrastin8or951 (2015, 3.1k, T) Dad and Sam keep fighting. Dean can't fix his family, so he fixes things around the crappy apartment they are staying in.
dean/michael: our hour came round at last by orphan_account (2015, 1.8k, NR, pwp) "I want to be inside you," says Michael, low and velvet and hungry and that really shouldn't turn Dean on but it does.
dean/lucifer, dean/cas: exploratory by sp8ce (2022, 4.9k, E, non-con) One night, Castiel proposes he and Dean have sex. Except it's a little more complicated than that.
dean/cas: for a healthy heart by Askance (2013, 2.4k, T) A strange black box appears in Castiel's bedroom one afternoon.
gen, sam&dean: charmer & gentle by Askance (2015, 3.7k, G, outsider pov) The afternoon girl calls them Big and Tall, the strangers who come in late every now and then, buying this or that. The night girl doesn't think those names fit quite right.
dean/cas, past sam/dean: whose wings, though tattered, shall carry me home by fleshflutter (2009, 2.2k, T) There is a breeze moving across the field. It stirs the long grass in lapping waves like the sea. Castiel runs his fingertips through it and remembers flying.
#asks#fanfic#wincest#whatever it is#anon i have you to thank for getting me back into spn fic <3 i've been rereading some of these over the past few days#i was going to post this for ww yesterday but i fell asleep :( so here you go now sdfksdfh
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Devil and the Priest!au
(Feel free to change the name- it's 1am where I am, so my brain is starting to fry lol)
@things-arent-what-they-seem66 @fanofstuff01
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Lucifer drove through the country side, he's been behind the wheel for nearly 5 hours. He didn't realize how much of a drive getting to this monastery. He knew it was remote but this is getting ridiculous- he should have brought snacks.
He glanced out his window every now and then to take in the scenery. He's currently driving past a large body of water, where he spotted a small island. He wishes he was over there, with no worries or expectations. With no one but himself. The Vatican has been on his ass lately about making this trip. Apparently, there was something 'dark- and 'unsettling' at this monastery. If any of the priests he knew were anything to go by, it was probably just them. He swore they refused to die, they had more wrinkles than brain cells.
Lucifer turned his radio up, some type of rock song was one, it was a big no no to be listening to music like this, it's his car. Driver picks the music, and the Vatican shuts their cake hole.
Finally, as the sun was setting, Lucifer arrived at the monastery. The large stone building loomed over him, maybe the Vatican was right, this place was unsettling. He felt like he was being watched, the multiple colours in the sky masking how decrepit this place actually is. Pulling out a brochure from his pocket, Lucifer couldn't help but smirk, they're really trying to market this place like it's a holiday retreat.
Lucifer: "Welcome to the Hazbin. Find not only sanctuary and enlightenment but also beaches and the best crab around!" ...right, definitely staying away from the crab then...
After an exhausted sign, Lucifer licked his car and picked up his bags. Making his way towards the large wooden doors, Lucifer couldn't help but dread the next two or three hours, all he wanted was to hop into bed and close the world off foe a few hours but he'd probably have to take the whole tour and- ew- meeting people.
He shuddered at the thought.
Lucifer: I wonder if I could convince them to leave the formalities till tomorrow...
Lucifer gripped a huge, iron door knocker and banged it three times. He knew this could take a while so he prepared to get comfortable- until the door was pulled open.
Priest: Hello! And welcome to the Hazbin! How can I assist you this fine evening!
Lucifer: uh- yeah- hi, my name Luicfer, I've been told to come here by the Vatican- I've been told you're expecting me...?
Priest: hm... Lucifer...
The man flicked through a small book, humming every so often. What's the point in having glasses if you still can't read a damn book.
Lucifer: look man- sir- it's been a long drive, I'd really like to just get to sleep-
Priest: ah! Yes! Here you are, Lucifer! Please, come right in! We've been expecting you for hours, your overseer said you would be here this morning- but better late than never I suppose!
The man moved aside to let Lucifer in. He really didn't like this guy, but that's not new, priest are pretty... eccentric.
The man shit the door behind him, using at least six locks to secure it.
Priest: pardon my manners, Lucifer! My name is Alastor- Father Alastor. And I'll be your superior while you're here
Ah, great. He has to answer to this... lovely man. Forcing a smile, Lucifer did what he did best: lie.
Lucifer: that's very exciting Father Alastor, look forward to working with you and getting to know this place more personally!
Alastor: oh, I could imagine! I'm sure you've heard a lot about me! I've been in charge of five other monasteries before this one! All saw a raise in volunteers and profits.
Lucifer: that's fantastic, Father. It's a real honor to be working on this project with you-
Alastor: "project", yes, that's one word to describe it.
Alastor lead Lucifer down a long hall, hebcouldbt believe how quiet it was. He was told there were at least 60-70 nuns and other workers here but it just seemed abandoned.
Thankfully, Alastor showed Lucifer to his room, it was large with a queen bed in the middle. It didn't have much furniture, just a set of draws and a desk out looking the garden. It was dead and overgrown, but the air was fresh, he'll have to start taking up writing again.
Alastor: well! Lucifer, it is a real pleasure to have you here! Tomorrow I'll show you around and I introduce you to some of the other occupants here- there are quite a few so I do expect you to introduce yourself to some of them in your own time.
Lucifer dumped his bags on his bed, and turned to face Alastor.
Lucifer: that understandable. Thank you for this Alastor, I'll see you in the morning-
Alastor: bright and early Mr Lucifer. I like to get the day started as the break of dawn
Of course he does.
Lucifer: great! I better get some sleep then
Alastor: yes, you should. Goodnight Lucifer
Finally, Lucifer was alone. Or at least he hoped. He still hasn't shaking that feeling from earlier. Except this time, he was certain nothing was watching him, Alastor seemed to be the only other living thing here. And that's giving the bastard a lot of credit. Not once did he stop smiling- Lucifer already wants to wipe that look off his face.
All Lucifer wanted to do was sleep, so he got comfortable and started to drift off.
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I had this idea and wanted to tell you about it—
Manny is drunk and sees Danny, he’s either all over the place scrambling to get a gift, or he’s clinging to Danny rambling about how much he loves him, all the things he loves about him, and how lucky he feels to be with Danny. Or, even better, Manny forgets that they’re together and tries to flirt with Danny, and when Danny lets him know that they’re already together, Manny goes “You’re MY boyfriend?!?” like it’s the greatest news of his life and spends five minutes processing this information with a smile on his face.
Manny: I wasn’t that drunk last night.
Danny: You asked me if I was single and cried when I said no.
Imagine Danny takes his eyes off Manny for like two seconds to pay for their drinks, and Manny is already stumbling out of the building and on his way to go steal something for Danny by the time he turns around. Maybe that conveniently placed cart of flowers will do. It’s so funny picturing Manny vanishing for an hour and Danny frantically searching for him, thinking of all the bad things that could be happening to that drunk man, only for Manny to reappear with a crystal he totally didn’t steal and giving it to Danny. You should try picturing it, too, I highly recommend it.
Danny, however, he’s drunk, sees Manny, and… starts crying. He just loves Manny so much and he can’t believe he found a partner who not only doesn’t mind the ghost-iness, but also loves it and fully accepts him and all his flaws. Not to mention how amazing Manny is, and Manny still chose him. He can’t even explain why he’s crying so much and he’s pretty much inconsolable for at least 20 minutes because he’s so overwhelmed by his own emotions. He also hates the fact that Manny is going to die eventually. Yeah, they can obviously still find each other in the afterlife, but still! Dying sucks!
So Danny just hugs Manny and cries for a while, they always end up cuddling with Danny usually being the big spoon because he needs to hold Manny and make sure he doesn’t disappear.
LMAOOOOO THEY'RE SO FUNNY TO IMAGINE DRUNK. Like I'm in the "Danny has super-regeneration" camp so I personally think that Danny can't get completely wasted like Manny could. Even in his human form, alcohol would have minimal effects on him. BUT sad drunk Danny is lowkey hilarious. He's normally Mr. Keep's-his-hand-to-himself and all closed off, but the moment he gets tipsy he'd totally be the clingy drunk that finally lets the floodgates open and all the bottled up emotions would come out. Like can you imagine whoever the designated driver is that night, trying to get them all into the car or something. Danny would be impossible to rangle, because they'd have to shove him into the car with Manny or else Danny becomes a sobbing mess on the ground.
"I love him so much and I miss him."
"Danny, you were hugging him three seconds ago and he's literally right behind you, passed out on the floor."
BUT YEAH those times when Danny's not drunk, he's 100% acting as Manny's babysitter. You know how at responsible house parties they always show everyone throwing their keys into a bowl or something so people don't drink and drive later? Manny would be forced to turn in his belt. He's a menace enough on his own, but throw in his El Tigre powers and couple his poor impulse control with alcohol and he'd totally be on the news the next morning.
Danny, arms crossed and frowning at the love of his life: "Manny, where'd you get those flowers?"
Manny, currently transformed, covered in cuts and broken glasses and holding out a bouquet of disheveled roses: "I did not crash through the front window of a florist and I'm insulted that you said so."
Danny: "I didn't say so."
Manny: "Oh."
Cue siren's and flashing lighting in the distance.
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You waited beside Woojin's Jaguar with tears streaming down your face. Honestly, you've already cried over Yuno's shitty behaviour, you've cried over the witch hunt. When you came down to the lobby, you were stopped by Sungwoo just right after you got out of the elevator. The young security guard told you there were some weird people waiting outside the lobby doors, held back from entering the building by the other security guards.
The only thing you could feel by that time was exhaustion.
You wondered when this mess would end. When you had called Yuno to inform him of his stalkers outside the building, you were surprised to see that he was quick to go down and handle this, even though you're pretty sure your call woke him up from his sleep. In just 10 minutes he was already out of the building, yelling at his stalkers, and the clip of him cussing at them went viral in minutes tops.
The fight with Yangyang pushed you over the edge. Sungwoo could only offer you his mini tissue pack when he saw your tears swell, and you gladly took it. If he had personally comforted you, that would be crossing the line. You were a resident of New Axis and he was part of the staff—but you always felt like he was the kindest man you ever met, next to Geonwoo and Woojin, of course.
Even after the small crowd outside the building was gone after Yuno threatened to press charges against them—not on your behalf, but for his own self—you didn't dare to take a step outside the lobby doors. So when Geonwoo and Woojin offered to give you a ride, you were more than relieved.
Geonwoo and Woojin walked up to you, faces ethched in worry. Your heart sunk at the sight, but Geonwoo was quick to reach out to you with his arms, and pulled you in a bear hug.
"You sure you want to attend your classes today?" He asked softly, and you nodded against his chest.
"I have to. I have a presentation today and I can't just leave my assignment partner to present it alone." You smiled up at them both after you pulled away from the hug.
Woojin came up to you and wiped away your tears before ruffling your hair, bending down to meet your level.
"You'll get through this, Y/N. You're stronger than you look."
You nodded and he gave a firm pat on your cheek at that.
Geonwoo opened the back door for you, "Let's go."
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"Look at those raccoon eyes. If you cried any longer, they would be swollen shut." Woojin teased and Geonwoo was quick to slap his arm from the passenger seat.
They bickered for a moment, their silly antics bringing a smile to your face (this was on purpose, you were aware—they knew you always found their bickering hilarious). You adored the close relationship they shared, how strong it remained through all of the suffrage they were put through—then your thoughts went to Yangyang, and your smile quickly dropped, which was something both of them picked up on through the rearview mirror.
"Come on, kid. It's no use to be so down about this—shit happened already. Try to keep your spirits up, hm?" Geonwoo chided gently, head turned around to face you directly.
"No matter how much I dislike him, your brother came to your rescue rather quickly. He still cares about you, but his head is too far up his ass to openly express that." Woojin sighed, making a turn on the road.
"It's not Yuno I'm still so upset about. I—I just had a little fight with my friend, that's all." You spoke sheepishly, shame creeping into your heart at just how concerned they were over you.
If all you're going to do is make me worry over you everyday, I'd rather disown you right now. Do you hear me? You're no daughter of mine anymore.
Mom! Mom, please, they'll kill you if you're caught—
I'd rather die then! I'd rather die than to live so pathetically for the rest of my life, rather die than bear the shame, to worry over you everyday so much that I age quickly. If you want to live that way, fine! But don't expect me to do the same. Now let go of me—
"What did you fight about?" Woojin asked, taking a glance at you through the rearview mirror.
You explained the whole fight you had with Yangyang in the groupchat and both Geonwoo and Woojin's face harden over time. After you're done telling what had happened, the men remained quiet for a while. A kind of quiet that has you nervous, dread filling your empty stomach.
"Y/N, we said the same thing back then. Your friend has a point."
"Woojin, I know he has a point. But to speak about the things that happened to me back then, it's..." You felt your throat close just by mentioning it liberally.
The shame it brought. Working for those horrid men.
"I understand why it's hard for you, but your friends are people who care for you, kid. They probably feel like you don't really consider them as your friend when they notice you keep so many things from them."
Your own face hardened at his words. They made sense, and you suspected Yangyang only lashed out because he's...insecure on how much burden you've kept to yourself. He had considered you his close friend, you know everything about him, but he knew nothing about you.
"When I'm ready, I'm ready. I can't have people push me to tell them—"
"If you don't tell them, you'll lose them—and you do know I'm not just talking about your friends, right?"
You see Geonwoo putting his hands on Woojin's shoulder as the latter continued driving. You've known them too well to misinterpret Geonwoo's gesture as a warning to Woojin. He gripped on Woojin's shoulders to ease them. Woojin was so worried for you, he's getting angry at the situation and your inability to rectify it.
Will that worry then turn to a burden? Will that burden become too heavy to bear? Will they abandon you like your mother did to get rid of that heavy burden?
Despite what they actually think, Geonwoo and Woojin didn't know everything about your past. Not quite. There were two things they were unaware of. One of it is how they didn't truly know the specific reason why your mother abandoned you.
She abandoned you because she couldn't stand knowing that her daughter—the daughter she loved truly and deeply—will be bearing the sins of the man who's not even her father by blood. Her disowning you and abandoning you was the only way to keep herself sane.
You will always hate her for it.
The rest of the ride was silent, and they dropped you off without the usual fanfare. No 'goodbyes', no 'I love yous', no 'study wells'. As you watched them drive off, the only thing in your mind is echoes of how much you hate your mother. How much you hate how her words from that night was still stuck to you until now.
Mom, please...don't go. Please.
Let go of me. I already asked you to run away with me, but you refused. You would rather let those bastards turn you into their slave to pay off that stupid man's debt, and you're asking me to stay so I can watch you rot away? How dare you. How dare you, Y/N. How could you ask a mother to stay and witness how her choice ruined her own daughter's future?
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