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zepskies · 2 years ago

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Break Me Down - Part 2

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them…

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AN: Surprise Sunday update! I was able to put the finishing touches on Part 2 a bit early. 😉

Song used in this chapter is “If I Didn’t Care” by The Ink Spots (but more like Amy Adams' version). Song inspiration for this chapter (and the song title) is “All My Livin Time” by Radio Company (Jensen’s band with Steve Carlson).

Word Count: 4,500 Warnings: 18+ only! Willful seduction, kidnapping, SB being himself lol.

Part 2: You Move Me, Baby

This next mission was going to be a bit more…hands on.

It was a gentlemen’s club, styled like a 1920s speakeasy, of all things. If nothing else, Soldier Boy was predictable.

Through a crack in the dressing room door, you didn’t see any gentlemen here. You saw a bunch of skeevy bastards.

For the record, you didn’t like this plan. But as Butcher once again pointed out, Soldier Boy’s less likely to fuckin’ recognize you than any of us.

And you certainly couldn’t (wouldn’t) imagine Butcher in rhinestone nipple tassels.

Right now, you were waiting to be assigned an outfit. Hopefully, you could just blend into the background of whatever performance act the stage manager wanted to slip you into. And you really hoped you wouldn’t have to striptease on stage.

In the meantime, you sat on a stool in a black lace bra, matching panties, and sheer pantyhose, while Annie was helping you with your stage makeup. Years as a pageant child had taught her well. You felt like Sandra Bullock in Miss Congeniality, fending off getting hairspray up her ass.

Sure, you had gone undercover several times, but this was slightly out of your wheelhouse. You bit your lip, forgetting that you were already wearing several coats of scarlet red lipstick.

Annie slapped your hand. “Stop it. You’re smudging my paint job.”

You had Butcher and M.M. to thank for arranging this little detail.

May they both rot in hell, you silently simmered.

“Oh, stop pouting. You look great,” Annie said. You caught the little smirk she was trying to taper down.

Then the manager’s head popped into the dressing room. When he verified that all the young women had at least their underwear on, he stepped inside and shut the door behind him.

“All right, listen up,” he said in Spanish. You understood just enough to follow what he was saying. “Angelica got food poisoning.”

You grimaced. Angelica was the main act. She had a whole burlesque-style routine with the rest of the women—for which you were meant to step in for one of the girls in the ensemble. Hopefully in the back.

“Daniela, you’re filling in,” said the manager, pointing to a busty brunette.

“What about the second act?” asked another girl. If you remembered right, her name was Raquel. “Dani can’t sing like Angelica to save her fucking life.”

“Excuse me, bitch. I sing better than you,” Daniela snapped back.

The manager rolled his eyes and clapped his hands harshly to end the bickering.

“Okay. Which one of you bitches can actually sing?” he asked, first in Spanish, then in English, you noticed as he glanced at you.

Annie looked at you with raised brows. You glared back at her.

Damn you for telling her about your childhood church choir days. You were sure your religious mother never thought you’d be using those talents like this.

“No,” you said firmly. Annie just smiled and waved the manager over.

That was how the two of them ended up all but pushing you on stage—after Annie had wrangled you into a shimmering red gown over your underwear and pantyhose. It was overlayed with delicate beading in intricate patterns. And it was easily the most beautiful thing you’d ever had on your body.

However, you did take issue with how long the slit was, running all the way up to your hip bone.

Not really ‘20s style, now is it? you thought sourly.

Annie just slapped your ass and guided you forward.

You shot back one last look at her—one that swore you’d have your revenge.

Then the curtain slid open.

Fuck me, you thought nervously. This was really happening!

The lights blinded you for a moment, and you blinked the glare out of your eyes. They soon adjusted as you forced yourself to move towards the microphone at the right-hand side of the stage, close to the live band. The pianist shot you a smile and a wink as he started to play in dulcet tones.

Steeling yourself, you grabbed the microphone with a slight tremor in your hands. You stared out into the crowd as the rest of the band joined in, slow and jazzy.

You’d informed the manager that you really only knew one song by heart.

“Eh, that is too slow,” he’d replied to you in English.

“It’s that, or Dani belts out in her best soprano,” you informed him. He sighed and waved a resigned hand.

“Get her the red one,” he told Raquel. She then handed you the dress on a hanger.

Now, you held the microphone between both hands and started the song your grandmother used to sing to you when you were a kid.

“If I didn’t care, more than words can say,” you began. “If I didn’t care, would I feel this way?”

You took in an unsteady breath. With each note, your voice was getting stronger, more confident.

“If this isn’t love, then why do I thrill? And what makes my head go round and round, while my heart…stands…still…”

As you eased into the rest of the song, you remembered your mission.

You scanned the dark room, rows of men of all ages, women serving drinks and food and their own bodies. You weren’t finding your target.

But this intel was good. The source was the girl you’d replaced in the show, and M.M. had already worked out her safe exit out of the city for a while.

There. You finally saw it.

Or rather, you saw him.

Towards the back, Soldier Boy sat at a large exclusive booth. He had a long joint propped between his fingers, and a working woman from the club already propositioning to service him. Her manicured hand eased down his chest.

He also seemed to have hired men sitting at a table nearby.

Your voice nearly hitched at the sight of him, but you forced yourself to take a calming breath during a musical interlude.

You knew Annie and the rest of the team were here in the club somewhere, to back you up. But Soldier Boy knew Butcher and his team were onto him. the bastard would recognize them. You were the distraction here.

And if he went away with that escort, he could easily disappear upstairs and hop out the window again, gone like a coil of weed smoke.

Somehow, you needed to keep his ass in his seat.

So your voice came back in strong for the final verse.

“If I didn’t care, would it be the same? Would my every prayer begin and end…with just your name?”

You watched Soldier Boy’s gaze drift toward the stage. Your lips curved as you held his eyes for a moment…but then, you coyly slid your gaze away.

Okay, what’s going to grab his attention…

You shifted on the stage, letting the curve of your hip and ass sway to one side. You raised your other foot on the tips of your toes. And the slit running up your leg slid open, revealing your tall silver heels and a smooth leg, all the way up to the inside of your thigh.

Unfortunately, you hadn’t been able to fit your gun holster this time.

“And would I be sure that this is love beyond compare…” Your voice rang out on the high note; at that climactic point, the music reached a crescendo.

You turned your head and looked directly into Soldier Boy’s eyes, and his mouth slid into a grin.

He was watching you.

Good.

“Would all this be true,” you sang, “if I didn’t care for you…”

As the final notes reverberated from the piano, applause and male whoops erupted from the crowd.

You slowly released the microphone, breaking off eye contact with your target.

Then you turned around, trying to hide the nervous tremor in your legs. You pressed a discreet hand to the communicator in your ear after the curtain fell behind you, and you told the team.

“He’s here.”

Annie was no longer backstage.

“Good job, crooner,” M.M. said on the comm.

“Watch him ‘til he’s ready to leave,” Butcher said to everyone.

You agreed and dodged the manager so you could slip to the back room within the dressing room.

You were about to change into your real clothes (and grab your gun), when you were stopped by a Latino man. Though he clearly wasn’t a local or a tourist. He looked ex-military, complete with a crew cut and dark beard.

“Soldier Boy would like to meet you,” he said in lightly accented English. You affected some doe-eyed shock, even though some of your surprise was genuine.

You’d just wanted to keep him watching the show. You hadn’t expected him to take the bait this much.

“Oh, wow…where? Now?” you asked.

“Now,” he confirmed. “Upstairs.”

He couldn’t even pick me up himself? Lazy, you wanted to tsk.

You spied the stage manager over by the doorway. He gave you a stern nod that told you that you had no choice but to accept.

Not that you ever intended to decline. Though of fucking course the manager had known Soldier Boy was here. He was probably a damn regular.

You gave Soldier Boy’s man a charming smile. “Lead the way.”

This wasn’t the plan, exactly. You decided it was even better though. Just infinitely more dangerous.

Even though you had years of training, honing your body and your mind in a fight, you weren’t a supe. You were, in fact, exceedingly breakable.

“Are you crazy, cherie?” Frenchie said on the comm.

You also thought you heard M.M. mutter an, “Aw shit.”

“She don’t got a choice now,” Butcher said. “But it’s a good play to get him alone. Slip her one of them hockey pucks.”

You heard M.M., Annie, Butcher, and Frenchie’s continued twittering back and forth about the change of plan. Meanwhile, you were being escorted upstairs.

Kimiko managed to maneuver into your path from the opposite direction, and she slipped a small disk into your hand as she passed you.

You gave her a grateful wink and discreetly placed the device into your bra while your escort wasn’t looking.

It wasn’t a dose of Novichok, but it was something that might keep Soldier Boy occupied for a moment. You intended to use it if he got too fucking handsy.

You were let into a room on the third floor. With the lavish way it was furnished, complete with a king-sized bed, it almost looked like a hotel room.

Yeah, Hotel California, you thought wryly, as the door shut behind you.

Soldier Boy sat at a table by the far wall, gazing out the window with yet another joint (or perhaps the same one?) and a generous pour of whiskey in his hand.

Even you could admit, he cut an attractive figure. He was dressed in light brown slacks, a matching suit jacket and a white dress shirt with the top buttons left open. A simple ensemble, but well-tailored and suited to the golden tan he’d developed here in South America. His beard was neatly trimmed, his short hair styled back in its familiar sweep on both sides.

Even seated, his posture was casual, yet controlled as his head turned to meet your gaze. A smile started to curve his lips.

Show time, you told yourself.

“You’re new,” he said. You tilted your head, a bit of flirtation in your smile.

“What makes you say that?” you asked.

He gave you an oh please look. With the hand that held his whiskey, he gestured with a curling finger.

“Come ‘ere. Don’t be shy,” he said. It was an order rather than a request, but you hid your instinctive annoyance.

You subtly took in a steadying breath. And you moved farther into the room. You didn’t stop until you were sitting opposite him at the window, crossing your legs beneath the table.

You could tell he’d expected you to take a seat in his lap, but to a degree, you didn’t want to do what he expected. He was likely paying the club well for this time. You didn’t want to make it easy.

You wanted him to be enticed. Invested in this moment.

And distracted, for as long as he let you.

You watched him glance down with interest at your bare leg peeking out. At your strappy silver heel shining along with your dress in the soft lamplight, which casted shadows across his profile.

“Want a drink?” he asked.

You were surprised he was offering you anything. You’d half-expected him to order you onto your knees already. Upon which, he would’ve received the gift currently residing in your bra a bit early.

You didn't want to take any drink you hadn't poured yourself, but you also needed to keep this act going...

"I'm not gonna fucking drug you," he said, reading the look in your eyes. "What would be the fucking point of that?"

Hmph. smart-ass motherfucker, you thought. But you didn't detect a lie.

You quirked your head and took the proffered sip from his glass. You wanted to play it cool, but maybe you also needed a little liquid courage.

“All right, easy on the booze. Get his guard down,” Butcher said in your ear. You resisted the urge to frown.

Could Butcher see you somehow too? Or was he just hearing the ice clinking in the glass as you gulped it down.

“Did you enjoy my performance?” you asked Soldier Boy.

“Still am, doll face,” he said with a smirk. You raised a brow.

“I’m not that new,” you replied, biting indelicately on a dark cherry. Your heeled foot slowly slid against the inside of his thigh.

It was his turn to raise brow. His head tilted with his smirk.

You didn’t know if he was more amused than turned on, but his gaze roamed openly over your legs, the cleavage on display, your dark red lips.

“Are you enjoying your stay in Medellin?” you asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

“Oh, yeah. I’m having a fuckin’ ball,” he said wryly. He dabbed some ash off his blunt with a finger.

There was something off there, and you didn’t miss it.

“You sound bored,” you said. Soldier Boy considered you with a lustful, challenging gaze.

“Maybe. You gonna help me with that, sweetheart?”

A flutter of nerves churned in your belly, but you used it, letting the feeling prickle awareness across your skin.

“Depends,” you said coyly.

Both his brows rose this time, as if he was surprised you were actually pretending to resist him.

“On?”

You subtly leaned forward when you gave him back his glass, allowing him to spy a bit more down your dress. You stared into his deep green eyes, and tried not to get lost yourself. He was an attractive man, but he was also your target. A job you intended to finish.

A smile played at your lips.

“On what excites you,” you replied.

By the way his eyes darkened, his smile curving, you thought he liked that answer.

Then his hand extended toward you, a silent command in his gaze. Steeling yourself, you tried your best to be graceful and sensuous when you took his hand. He playfully jerked you forward, making you fall into his lap.

You waved some dank weed smoke out of your face as you looked down at his amused one.

He was nearly down to the roach on his joint. Meanwhile, his free heavy hand slid up your bare leg, disappearing beneath your dress and making goosebumps spread across your skin. Your breath hitched, though you disguised it with a smile.

“You afraid of me, sweetheart?” he cooed.

Yes, if you were honest with yourself.

There was a false sense of security in his deep voice. You looked down into his eyes, very green and intensely focused on you, despite his air of nonchalance.

“Not really,” you replied. “Only that you might get ash on my dress.”

He chuckled, smoke blowing out his nose. He put out the joint in the ashtray and took another sip of his whiskey, likely to drown out the cotton taste in his mouth. You laid a hand on his chest, fingers spreading between the open buttons, and felt his warm skin.

He glanced up at you with another challenging tilt to his head. What are you gonna do now?

You met that challenge, boldly leaning down to press a kiss against his lips. You held his face, delving your fingers into his soft hair.

Soldier Boy grabbed your hips with a bruising force. It made you wince, instinctively biting into his lower lip. He uttered a pleased sound, guttural in this throat. You braced yourself against the wall behind him for leverage as his chair started to tip back.

Before either of you could fall, he lifted you effortlessly by the waist and pivoted, pinning you against that wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist as his tongue invaded your mouth, devouring you with hot and heavy hands holding you in place.

His fingers pressed into the flesh of your thighs, and you knew you couldn’t easily escape if you needed to.

This is getting out of hand…

He was busy kissing a wet and sloppy line down your neck, his beard scraping against your skin. It actually felt so fucking good to be touched. You hadn’t experienced it in so long, it almost startled you when your heated core pulsed with the friction you were feeling against the hardness in his slacks.

You would never admit it, but it wasn’t an act when you moaned into his ear. Fuck…

But when his hand again slipped under your dress and crept up your inner thigh, alarm bells triggered in your mind as panic started to set in. You panted for breath.

With him seemingly distracted, you reached down into your bra and grabbed the metal disk.

You gasped as Soldier Boy grabbed your wrist, tight as a vice. He looked down at you with a sly grin.

“You were fuckable in black, but red’s my favorite so far,” he said.

Your eyes widened. When the hell did he see me in black?

And then you remembered. You’d worn a black dress at the last club, where you got groped on the dance floor and found Soldier Boy’s latest note…

Had he hung around after all, watching you and the team pick up his clues?

And you realized, he knew exactly who you were.

Soldier Boy glanced down at your lips, then at the tops of your breasts heaving as you caught your breath. His eyes shone with mischief and lust.

“It’s a real shame. You’re probably a good fuck too,” he remarked. It sparked your irate disgust like a wildfire.

Then you smirked. “You can fuck this.”

You activated the disk in your hand and flicked it at him. He instinctively grabbed at his face, releasing you. The device attached to his cheek and electrified enough volts through his body to drop an elephant.

Maybe five. The CIA weapons specialist hadn’t been too sure.

And a star bolt shot Soldier Boy in the chest, shoving him away before he could grab at you.

You jumped back and continued to put several feet of distance between you and Soldier Boy, while Annie and the rest of your team poured into the room. They were poised for a fight, once Soldier Boy ripped the device off his face with a grunt. It probably hadn’t hurt him much, but he looked pissed now.

He rolled the kinks out of his neck and surveyed the room with a slow gait. He spared you a fleeting glance. You were now at the safety of Kimiko’s side, and Frenchie handed you a gun.

“Ah, the Scooby Gang,” Soldier Boy remarked. He nodded at Butcher. “This is how you repay me for taking care of Homelander? My own son.”

“He weren’t your fucking son,” Butcher replied. “I’d reckon you know that best of all.”

Soldier Boy’s lips twitched. Whether at a smile or a frown, you couldn’t tell.

“You found me, remember? So what, you got buyer’s remorse?” he said.

“See, the problem is, supes like you are what we call,” said Butcher, “a menace to fucking society.”

Soldier Boy’s lips pulled down into a frown. He looked a cross between annoyed and impatient.

“I fought for my country. I saved lives—”

“You took just as many as you might’ve saved,” M.M. interrupted. “And not just that building you burnt the fuck up last year.”

Soldier Boy hesitated at that. “You really wanna do this?”

You all really want to die? his eyes said. He got determined silence from all of you. He rolled his shoulders and adjusted his blazer.

“All right,” he shrugged.

Then all hell broke loose. You ducked for cover as Soldier Boy deflected the giant flare gun M.M. shot at him. With his bare hand.

Hired security then poured into the room—you assumed hired by Soldier Boy. And you protected Hughie from getting his neck snapped by shooting a man between the eyes.

You and M.M. continued to fight them off. Meanwhile, Kimiko and Annie tried to give Butcher and Frenchie a chance to get close with the Novichok gas on Soldier Boy.

You took care of three more men before you heard a low buzzing sound. You turned around, and a gasp fell from your lips when you saw Soldier Boy’s chest lighting up.

You knew what came next.

And so did Annie. She poured her all into her next star bolt—which managed to shove Soldier Boy through the window. She and Kimiko flew or otherwise ran out the window to follow him. While Butcher, Frenchie, and M.M. helped you fight off the last of the hired guns.

Finally, you covered Hughie as the five of you left the normal, human way, and ran down the stairs to exit the club. By the time you were able to join Annie and Kimiko, however, Soldier Boy had disappeared.

You glared down the dark, busy streets of Medellin.

Damn it!

You returned to the hotel disappointed and angry beyond fucking belief. Mostly at yourself.

After all the work you did, having to seduce and make out with that bastard, only to discover he’d made you long before you took the stage at the club.

Fucking hell, you thought angrily as you kicked at your suitcase. It sent your clothes tumbling across the dirty carpet, but right now you didn’t give a fuck. Damn cocky bastard.

In the bathroom, you kicked off your heels in relief. You looked yourself over in the mirror and found various cuts and bruises from the fight. Your softly curled hair was a shambles, along with your makeup.

Parts of your dress were torn, along with your pantyhose. Which was probably Soldier Boy’s doing, if you thought about it. You sighed.

You were about to start undressing, but then you heard something. A small sound, like a thump.

Your gun was on the table in the main room. Frowning in suspicion, you left the bathroom cautiously. Before your hand could close around your gun, a gloved hand grabbed your wrist.

You aimed a punch with your free one and caught a man directly in the jaw. He reeled back, but was quick to recover and try to grab you again.

While the guy was strong, you could feel that he wasn’t a supe. A human, you could deal with. He wore a mask over his face, but you could see he had shoulder-length brown hair. He was tall and lean, and one of his boots was strangely larger than the other.

You didn’t have time to focus on it. You redirected his following blow and used his strength against him, flipping him over your shoulder. Unfortunately, he landed on the table that held your poor laptop.

“Aw, shit,” you snapped with a grimace. You searched for your gun in the wreckage.

While you were somewhat distracted, he aimed a kick that caught you in the face, sending you onto your back with a pained cry. You quickly rolled over and got to your feet, just as your attacker threw out fist after fist.

You dodged and shoved away most of them, until he grabbed your arm and managed to crack his elbow into your temple.

You went down and hit your head hard against the bedframe.

And it was lights out.

You slowly, painfully woke up in a moving car.

You were suffering the cottony taste of a gag in your mouth and a musty bag over your head. Your wrists were tied in front of you, and it felt like you were shoved into the backseat. The car was quiet, save for the radio playing Latin pop on low volume.

You never would’ve thought Shakira would be the background track of your kidnapping, but here you were.

The car eventually stopped and you were dragged out, forced onto your feet on a cobblestone driveway. Then into a house.

…Well, this fucking sucks.

The thought rattled through your mind as you were led down a hallway, across a cold expanse of tile floor. You couldn’t see where you were going with this stuffy bag over your head, but you knew it was tile. Your bare feet all but scraped across it as they dragged you.

Whoever held your arms in a vice grip eventually forced you to sit in a rickety wooden chair. They pulled your wrists behind the chair and bound them together with a zip tie.

You felt the slit on your dress sliding open, so you crossed your legs, for whatever good that would do you. At the very least, it would give the impression that you were sitting here casually, and not (figuratively) shitting yourself with fear.

“What the hell is this?” a deep, familiar voice asked.

“A gift.” You knew this voice as well. Neither one instilled you with calm.

Then the bag finally came off your head. The gag did not, however. You knew your red dress was in unfortunate tatters. You knew you were bruised and scratched, and overall worse for wear.

But when your gaze found your kidnapper, you glared up at him with a stubborn tilt to your chin. Antonio, Señor Groping Bastard from the club, was smirking back at you.

What the fuck.

Then you noticed him.

Soldier Boy stared back at you with raised brows, and instant recognition in his eyes. His lips curved into a smirk.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

AN: 😬 So we finally made it to the prologue opener! Was it everything you thought it would be? How did you like her attempt at "undercover?" 🤭

And are you ready for what's coming next?

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gurugirl · 2 years ago

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He's Jealous* | h.s.

stepdad!harry x reader

Summary: Y/n invites Harry and her mother to an awards ceremony and Harry meets her favorite professor/mentor for the first time. Based on this request.

A/n: a quick little something for y'all. 2.3k words

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, cheating, lying, jealousy. this is stepdad!harry x stepdaughter!reader and they have a very inappropriate relationship - don't read if you don't like!

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You never thought of yourself as a very creative or good student. You weren’t a terrible student or anything, you just never did more than the bare minimum. But this school year you had the opportunity to join the creative arts and writing club. You didn’t feel like you were really all that good but the professor in your creative writing class urged you to join. He featured one of your poems as part of a student artist awareness week and so you figured why not? If he liked your little poems that much then may it could be fun. Maybe he was right.

And then, by some odd stroke of luck, you won a competition and you were going to be part of an awards ceremony with other young creatives like yourself. It still felt weird to say that you were an artist of any kind or to accept the fact that you were creative and good at writing poems. It felt like a fluke. But your professor was adamant that you were worthy.

Your mom and Harry were coming into town to watch the ceremony and then to take you out to dinner afterward. There was also going to be an outing later for those who wanted to join. Some drinks and fun at the local bar which had been rented out for the group.

You were wearing a cute dress and felt pretty special at the ceremony. You’d never been that good at anything before so this was exciting for you. When you greeted your mom and Harry you hugged them both before joining the group of artists at the front while your mom and Harry sat down in the fold-out chairs set up on the lawn in the courtyard at the university.

Professor Jensen handed you your award after you went up to receive it and he gave you a nice squeeze and told you how proud he was before you walked off to find your seat next to your Mom. You were happy. Truly pleased with yourself.

When the ceremony was over you brought your mom and Harry to meet Professor Jensen. It was the first time you’d really gotten to know a teacher so well. You felt like he was your mentor in a way.

“It’s so nice to meet you both. Y/n has a natural talent that has only sharpened since she started taking our creative writing course,” he looked at you with a large grin. Of course, you were already beaming so you smiled back and then looked at Harry. And that’s when you realized it. Harry was not actually smiling. He was faking being happy. You could tell because you knew Harry very very well. All of his intricacies and quirks. The moods he’d have (good or bad). And this… well, you’d seen him fake a smile a time or two.

Before heading away to dinner Mr. Jensen pulled you to the side and congratulated you again, “Oh! And you’re coming to Poly’s Pub after right? We’ll see you there?”

You nodded, “Yes. Wouldn’t miss it!”

Mr. Jensen pulled you in for another hug before you turned to catch up with your mom and Harry who had been watching the exchange between you and the professor.

Dinner was at one of your favorite spots. Your mom asked you so many questions and gushed over you. But as happy as you were you couldn’t shake the way Harry was acting. He was pretending to be happy and proud. It was fake. He was pissed. There was some reason he was not happy and you couldn’t really figure out why.

“Will you two come with me after this to go to the pub? It’ll be all of the writers and artists. A few of the professors booked the bar for us to have some fun tonight.”

“Will your professor be there? The man who handed out the certificates?” Harry asked.

You slowly nodded and squinted at him, realizing what was going on, “Yes. He will.”

Now, it was true, Professor Jensen was an attractive man. The girls loved the professor. He was jovial and smart, and artistic and handsome. He was in his mid-forties but he acted younger and he was in good shape and he was charming. So yeah, you saw the appeal. And now you realized Harry was jealous. To you, though, it hadn’t really crossed your mind to swoon over the professor. He was a good teacher. And you got along with him well. Everyone did.

“Oh, I don’t know honey. We don’t want to be a bore. And we’ve got to drive all the way back home so… What do you think, Har?” Your mom answered as she looked at Harry.

“I think we should go. Why not? We haven’t got anything going on tomorrow? Have we?”

Your mom pursed her lips, “No. I guess not. We’d need to get a hotel or something…”

“I’m sure Y/n would be okay if we stayed at her dorm. She’s got that pull-out futon we gave her right?” Harry raised a brow as he looked at you.

Your mom looked at you. You hadn’t planned on any of this. And you supposed you didn’t mind too much but you hated that your mom and Harry would be sleeping in your dorm room just feet away from you. Not that Harry hadn’t stayed over before, but never with your mom. But what could you say?

“Uh… yeah. Sure. That’s fine.”

. . .

When you arrived at Poly’s many of your peers were already there. The three of you went to the bar and ordered beers before heading toward where the group was standing around.

Harry pulled at your elbow and whispered in your ear, “So is this what’s had you so busy these last few weeks? Couldn’t be bothered to make it home?”

You looked at Harry and frowned. He was really pushing it. You had been busy with school and part of that was the new club you’d joined but you were finally finding something of your own. You didn’t have anything you could call your own. Not even Harry was yours.

“Yes. It is. Is that a problem?”

Your mom greeted the professor and pulled you with her, saying something to Mr. Jensen that you weren’t sure of as you were too busy fuming at your stepdad.

It was hard to ignore what was going on as the night involved more drinks and laughs. You tried to push it down but Harry’s attitude was making you nervous. You saw him talking to the professor and then looking back at you at one point so you decided to join them both. Maybe you were too many drinks in but you weren’t going to stand there and let Harry make you feel bad for anything because you hadn’t done anything wrong.

You walked up to the side of Mr. Jensen and nudged him with your shoulder as you looked up at the man, “This is a great little get-together. We should do more of these!” You spoke loudly over the music and then looked at Harry who had a small devious smirk on his face.

“Yeah maybe. I could use a co-host for things like this you know,” he raised his brows at you as he spoke to indicate using your help at some point.

“That would be great!!”

Your mom joined the three of you and began to chat with the professor when Harry pulled you away into the hall and dragged you into one of the single bathrooms. His grip on your arm pinched as he closed the door and locked it behind you.

He caged you in, putting his arms on either side of your shoulders, “Tell me what’s going on with him.”

You laughed and shook your head. The truth was nothing was going on. He was a good teacher and mentor. You found him attractive but you weren’t attracted to him. And Harry was jealous, which you had always known about him, “Absolutely nothing is going on. You need to get a grip.”

Harry shook his head as he kept his sharp eyes on yours, “You haven’t been home in three weeks.”

“I’m in college.”

Harry sighed and backed away – moving himself toward the sink and leaning over the porcelain as he looked down, “I’m trying to be understanding and patient with you. I know you’re in college. I know you’re proud of this accomplishment,” he turned to look at you, “and so am I. You’re really good.”

You smiled, “Yeah? You think I’m good?”

Harry pushed himself from the sink and walked across the room to you, grasping the back of your neck and pressing his mouth over yours. His free hand held at your hip and his tongue slid against yours.

“You’re the best. My very good girl.”

You grinned and bit your lip as you leaned your forehead into his, “Thank you. That means a lot coming from you.”

He closed his eyes and pushed his nose into yours before capturing your lips with his again.

Harry pulled back and moved his arms to your shoulders and rubbed, “I’m trying not to be jealous. I’m sorry.”

You blinked your eyes and stared at Harry. He was sorry? That was a first, “I missed you so much. You never have a reason to feel jealous. I’m yours, Daddy,” you smirked at him and he licked his lips before the right side of his mouth quirked up in a grin.

“I missed you a lot too, baby,” he moved his hand up to your jaw and his thumb brushed over your bottom lip.

It happened so fast. There was no time to lose and you knew you wouldn’t get another chance with your mom in your room later on. Your bottom was perched on the cool porcelain sink, legs spread, as Harry spit over your pussy, his fingers pulling at your thong for his access.

You were tugging at his hard cock and angling yourself toward him, “Fuck me, Daddy.”

Harry groaned at your words as he pushed his thick crown to your entrance and spit down over you again, needing the lube since you had no time to waste in getting nice and wet for him.

He pressed his cock in, the tight fit making you both moan. You kept yourself angled for him to slip in and out as you rubbed your clit and kept your eyes on his, “I need you. I missed you.”

Harry’s long cock was slowly working you up and making you wetter by the second – the sound of him plunging in was evidence of your increasing wetness.

“You’re mine, baby. Always,” he panted his words as he fucked into you hard.

You could tell he would come fast. You wondered how long he’d gone without sex. You didn’t want to think of him with your mom but you knew that they were married. But somehow, the idea that he hadn’t had sex since you left made you feel like you needed to take care of him, “Come inside of me, Daddy. Give me all your come. I need it. Want to feel you inside of me all night.”

Harry gritted his teeth and leaned one hand on the mirror behind you and his other he grasped the front of your neck as he kissed your mouth, his hips jerking into you, your body jolting at each thrust.

“Need you to come on Daddy’s cock first. Want to feel you fall apart then I’m gonna give you my load.”

You hastened your fingers and Harry squeezed the sides of your neck as you closed your eyes at the feel of him thick and warm inside of you, moving through your walls quickly and punching into your guts.

You gasped and panted quietly, knowing you needed to keep the noise to a minimum. The pounding of his body into yours on the sink was loud enough as it was.

“Fffuck! Please… come. Need to make you feel good. Want you to remember who you belong to…” Harry’s deep voice whispered as he began to lose rhythm. His sloppy thrusts were only egging you on.

You nodded and whined as your fingers slipped over your clit and your mouth dropped open. You pulsed and clenched over him as your orgasm peaked and Harry let out a loud moan as he finally released into you, no longer able to stop himself from orgasming when he felt your cunt squeezing him.

You held onto Harry with both hands once your clit was too sensitive to keep rubbing as he slowly thrust in and out, his come pouring into you, his chest heaving.

When he finally stilled he pushed his forehead to yours, “Holy fuck. I needed that, baby. Needed you.”

Your heart lurched. Your situation was fucked up. Vile. You were evil. So was Harry but you were in love. When he said things like he needed you it made you want to take him and run off somewhere no one would ever find you. Somewhere you two could be together without consequences. You imagined another life with him. One where your mom was married to someone else and you’d met him at one of his shows at some dingy bar and you could love him freely and have his babies…

“Let’s get back out there, Y/n. Sorry to rush. Don’t want to get caught,” he smoothed his hand down your thigh and kissed you as he helped you off the sink.

Dirty. Doomed.

And just like you were used to you both got away with something you shouldn’t have as you joined your mom for another drink at the bar. Hearts still pounding, muscles still reeling from use.

You looked around to see a couple of friends and your professor laughing and then over to Harry who was sitting on the other side of your mom with a small smile on his face as he looked down into his glass of whisky.

What a day it had been.

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ronearoundblindly · 9 months ago

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Pirate & Pin Cushion (2)

Jake Jensen x gn! ops!Reader

Confidence Is The Absence Of Control (see previous)

A continuation of a Valentine's drabble wherein you got stabbed on a mission. When Jake, your 'Banter Bro' friend and secret crush, asks where you're not hurting, your sassy retort leads him to kiss you, but you passed out shortly after. This is what happens when you momentarily wake up in recovery.

Warnings for dirty jokes (it's not really innuendo when you just say the quiet part) and foul language. WC 638

“Take it easy,” you hear, your insides seeming to travel at mach speed until crashing into your skin as you wake. “You’ve been out a couple days.”

You wouldn’t be able to tell someone your name if they asked you right now, but a cute, bespectacled man with golden tipped hair sits concerned by your side.

You open your mouth to speak. It might as well be find with dust and cobwebs. Swallowing hurts. Or does it? Physical sensations feel so far away, detached from your body.

“It’s okay. You’re okay,” the man says again.

Jake. He looks like a Jake. You remember Jake?

You stare at your feet, one of which itches, but you can’t move it and in this brain fog, it hardly matters.

Trying to speak once more gets your point across.

Jake scrambles for the cup of water next to him and holds it steady. Eternity passes as you sip, wake, and become aware, but you’re hardly aware of anything. It’s all very unreal.

“Don’t worry, PC, they got you the good stuff. Heavy duty meds. Nothing but the best.”

“PC?” you croak.

Jake smirks warily. “For Pin Cushion. Eh, I’m test-driving it,” he shrugs.

“You smile pretty.”

Pink floods Jake’s cheeks. “Thank you?”

Using all your might and concentration, your hand moves to his. “You got thick arms.”

“Right, so, you remember when I said you’re on medication..?”

“I think your glasses are sexy.”

Jake snorts and glances around, muttering to himself. “I’m not sure you want me here for this conversa—“

“You deserve sex,” you add matter-of-factly. “Lots of it. Hot guy like you.”

Each word is slow like molasses, and though Jake doesn’t stop or interrupt you, he grips the back of his neck and keeps looking around.

“Oh boy.”

“I’d have sex with you—water—“ you request and he realigns the straw with your mouth, eyes slightly bugging out “—like…whenever.”

You’re content to take a few more delicate pulls that feel more like torturous gulps, but you can’t not drink and you can’t stop talking.

“I watch your ass. But not like ‘watch your six,’ I mean I watch your ass. It’s a good ass. Cargo pants are dumb. You should were something tighter.”

“Okay, maybe more sleep now?!” Jake’s voice soars an octave mid-sentence.

“Hey, hey,” you insist, “come ‘ere.”

He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, the heavy bob of his Adam’s apple fascinating you for a long moment.

Jake holds his breath, waiting.

“What did you want to say?” he whispers.

Your eyes ‘jump’ up to his, crawling over his features at the same pace it would take you to lick a path up it.

“Huh?”

“You…were gonna tell me something.”

All you can do is blink. “I don’t know. I just like to look at you.”

Jake doesn’t move a muscle before your brain comes up with a replacement question.

“If I dress like a laptop for Halloween, would you touch me?”

He slaps a hand over his mouth, grin so wide his palm can’t cover the whole thing.

“Do you mean—“ he wheezes in amusement “—you mean would I finger your keyboard?” He dissolves into uproarious laughter. “Oh man, I gotta record this.”

As he digs his phone out of his pocket, you’re hit with a wave of fatigue. Maybe rest is a good idea. Maybe you’re not fully alive again yet.

“Okay,” Jake clears his throat, “PC, what were you saying about Halloween? One more time.”

You don’t even acknowledge the phone shoved into your face. You only hold his soft, twinkling blue gaze.

“I should have told you before I died,” you drawl, sleep taking over, “I love you.”

Jake’s face falls, stunned, but still the last thing you hear is ‘Pin Cushion’ as if it’s miles away.

A/N: For reference, Reader did not die, is not dead, and does not die at any point in this story. 😉 They are just drugged out of their mind.

[Final Part: Painful...But In A Good Way]

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holylulusworld · 1 year ago

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Deadly Kitten (12)

Summary: You’re a deadly kitten.

Pairing: Mafia!Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader, Mafia!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader, Mafia!Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Characters: Lee Bodecker, Lance Tucker, Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen

Warnings: angst, language, polyamory, soft mobsters, fluff, violence, characters death, blood, stabbing

Badass kitten & her tamers

<< Part 11

Eighteen hours earlier…

“You want us to do what?” Ari crosses his arms over his chest. He shakes his head and dares anyone to agree on your plan. “No! We won’t use you as bait!”

“I talked to Jensen about this,” you point out. “He will be the guardian angel on my shoulder and watch my every step. Jake won’t leave me out of sight. Lee and Lance will be my shadow. This is the only way to get hold of Hansen.”

“No-!” Andy stands next to Ari. He mirrors Ari, adamant about keeping you safe. “We will find another way, kitten.”

“You’ll not leave the house,” Ransom grabs your face. He rests his forehead against yours, mumbling your name. “We will get them all.”

“We will if we follow my plan.”

“Just listen to her for once. Y/N came up with a great plan,” Jake grunts. “Can you for once act like she’s not some pretty face but a smart woman too? We’ve got a plan, and it’s a good one. We will get them all at once.”

“I won’t let her play bait for Hansen!” Ari raises his voice. “Never.”

“You need to meet up with Rachel. I want you to tell her that you got into a fight with me and that our relationship is falling apart,” you pat Ari’s chest. “I need them to believe that all of you will turn their back on me.”

“Darling, that’s insane,” Andy tries to be the voice of reason once again. “Let us handle this.”

“No! That’s exactly what I don’t want!” You throw your hands up. “Secrets, all those secrets. You kept me in the dark and that’s how Lloyd got close enough to hurt me. I’m part of all of your lives and keeping locked away in a gilded cage won’t save me. I got to be strong and handle things on my own.”

“Y/N will lure Hansen out. If she checks in at one of the hotels in town, using one of the credit cards he undoubtedly keeps tabs on, he’ll fall for our trap,” Lance explains your plan. “We will strike hard and fast.”

“She’s not wrong,” Lee shrugs. He leans against the wall, stuffing one of the taffy you got for him into his mouth. “Boss, we’ve got this. Lance and I are a good team. We will not leave her out of sight. And Jensen will…uh…do his thing.”

“She will be wearing different trackers and I’ll be following her signal all the time,” Jake explains. “Nothing will happen to Y/N.”

“This…no!” Andy throws his hands up. “Are you fucking insane? This will never work. I won’t let Hansen get close to Y/N. Ari, Ransom, we will think of a better plan…”

Your men storm out of the room, slamming the door shut.

“I guess we are on our own then,” Lee points out. “Do you still want to go through with the plan?”

“Yes.”

“Good, we are all in. Hansen must be taken care of.” Lance looks at Jensen. “What about you, nerd?“

Giving Lance the stinky eyes Jensen says, “I was all in the whole time. Now, let’s bring to show on the road.”

“Ah, look at what the cat dragged into my house,” You’d like to roll your eyes at Lloyd’s antics. You press your lips together and try to ignore that your plan went down the drain.

You didn’t expect Lloyd’s men to overwhelm Lee, Lance, and the others keeping an eye on you. “What? Cat got your tongue, sunshine?”

“I just prefer talking to gentlemen, not the likes of you,” Trying to sound confident you hold Lloyd’s gaze. His mustache looks funny to you, but his eyes. Those ice-cold blue orbs tell you that he’s no one to mess with. “Why am I here again?”

“I wanted to know what the fuss is about,” you gasp when he roughly cups the back of your neck. He holds you in a tight grip while his eyes seem to scan every inch of your face. “Hmm…pretty face, but not so special. Maybe it’s what's between your legs that they like so much.”

You grit your teeth. No man ever dared to talk to you like this. And you won’t let Lloyd Hansen do so.

“I wonder what women see in you,” you look him straight in the eye. Showing strength while facing a stronger opponent is essential. That’s what Ari taught you years ago. “It can’t be the mustache. Right?”

You hum and place your right hand on his shoulder. “Oh, this is getting interesting,” Lloyd smirks. He believes you will be putty in his hands soon enough. “Abandonment is a hard fate.”

“Maybe it’s what’s between your legs.”

Lloyd proudly puffs his chest. He makes the mistake of dropping his hand from your neck. Lloyd wants to say something, wants to tell you about his dick when the worst pain he ever felt ripples through his crotch.

“What?” He screams as you slide the knife back out only to ram it back into his crotch. Once, twice, and three more times. “You bitch!”

He punches your face to get you off him. Lloyd is bleeding heavily. He stumbles back, hand pressed into his crotch.

“I bet you didn’t expect me to stab your dick,” you chuckle darkly. “Lee gave me the knife. He helped me hide it in my sleeve.”

“You had an ace up your sleeve, huh?” He laughs, while slowly bleeding out. Lloyd doesn’t fight it. “I never thought a pretty girl would be the death of me…or I hoped one would. I just dreamed of dying while letting a busty bimbo ride my dick…”

His legs give in. He ungracefully drops to the ground. It almost looks like he’s amused as you stand over him, the knife still in your hands.

“They are coming for me…I know they will…”

Now, an abandoned warehouse, …

“Kitten!”

“Darling!”

“Y/N!”

Your men storm into the abandoned house, looking like they fought their way through an endless stream of enemies to get to you. And you guess they did. None of them would leave you to their enemy.

Ransom limps a little. Andy’s face is bloody, and he shelters his left arm. Ari looks like a wild animal. His shirt got ripped open and there is blood all over his jeans and shoes.

“Baby!”

Ari storms toward you. He gasps and drops his gun to cup your face. Ari tilts your head, sniffling as your clothes are soaked with blood. Your left cheek is swollen, and your lip is split. “Baby, we are so sorry.”

“You should see the other guy,” you grin up at Ari. “I gave it to him good. He never stood a chance against a badass kitten.” Ari wraps you in a bear hug. He holds you tightly as Ransom and Andy look at the other guy on the ground.

“She didn’t lie, Ari. Damn,” Ransom whistles. „Kitten got him good!”

“I told you so,” you hide your face in Ari’s chest, sighing deeply. Your heart is still racing, and your legs feel like jelly. While in Lloyd’s hands, you tried to be strong, and not show that you are scared. “I’m a deadly enemy.”

“We should never mess with our girl,” Andy runs his right hand over your head. His hand trembles, and he needs to take a few deep breaths to calm his nerves.

“Kitten, you outdid yourself. I’m proud of you,” Ransom watches you relax in Ari’s arms. He squares his jaw as his plan fired back. Three of their men got killed, and Lee and Lance barely made it out alive. And you got kidnapped and had to endure Lloyd Hansen’s presence.

“We are so sorry. We failed you,” Ari buries his face in your neck, almost crushing you against his chest. “I promised to always protect you and let him get his hands on you for a second time.”

“Did you get Rachel and the others? Did my plan work out?” you ask. “Ari, did it work out?” You press on as he doesn’t answer.

“He got her,” Ransom answers your question. You slowly pull away from Ari, smiling up at him. You stand on tiptoes to kiss his lips before you turn your attention toward Ransom. “Kitten…”

“Let me look at you,” you tut. Ari snickers as you look Ransom up and down. You check on him before pecking his lips too. “You’ll live. Now, daddy needs my attention. He looks awful.”

“I’m good, darling. You know I had it worse,” Andy tries to not worry you even more. It’s no use. You’re all over him, touching his injured arm with gentle fingers. “Y/N…”

“Your arm looks like it hurts a lot. What happened?”

“He didn’t watch his back, and someone dislocated his shoulder.” Ransom snickers. “He’s getting old. His reflexes are not the best.”

“Hey, don’t make fun of Andy,” you mutter. “How about you tell me if you got that bitch good too!”

Epilogue

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samrsgyi · 2 years ago

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My master list

One Chicago:

Chicago fire:

Kelly severide

Stella kidd

Sylvie Brett

Violet Mikami

Evan Hawkins

Blake gallo

Ritter

Cruz

Casey

Herrman

Mouch(platonic)

Otis

Leslie

Gabby

Chicago PD:

Jay Halstead

Erin Lindsay

Kim burgess

Adam Ruzek

Kevin Atwater

Hank voight

Hailey Upton

Chicago Med:

Connor

Ava

Natalie

April

Robin

Hannah

Will

Sarah

Maggie

Denise

Cloverfield:

Rob

Jason

Beth

Lily

Marlena

Hud

10 Cloverfield lane:

Emmett

Michelle

(No frank that bitch is disgusting)

Cloverfield Paradox:

Ava Hamilton

Mina Jensen

Ernst Schmidt

Life (2017)

David

Miranda

Hugh

Sho

Kat

9-1-1:

Buck

Hen

Karen

Bobby

Eddie

Chim

Maddie

Josh

Athena

May

Albert

Lena

9-1-1 Lone star:

Owen

Marjan

Paul

Nancy

Mateo

Judd

Grace

TK( Male!Reader or GN!Reader, he's gay people)

Carlos(Male!Reader or GN!Reader)

Tommy

Michelle

Station 19:

Jack

Andy

Vic

Travis

Demon slayer:

Tanjiro

Nezuko

Zenitsu

Inosuke

Kanao

Genya

Uzui

Shinobu

Mitsuri

Obanai

Rengoku

Gyomei

Muichiro(Platonic)

Sanemi

Aoi

Naho(platonic)

Sumi(Platonic)

Kiyo(Platonic)

A/n- FORGOT TO MENTION!!!!! For Chicago fire I will do Stellaride x reader any gender. It's gonna be poly remember I am taking requests. I could also do brettsey x reader. On Cloverfield poly relationship I could do Beth x Rob x reader. Jason x lily x reader

Hud x reader x Marlena. For demon slayer! (This one is not really poly but I'll give it a shot) Uzui x his wives and reader. Tankana x reader. ZenNezu x reader. AoIno x reader. I can make all these poly platonic or affectionate if only you guys want.

That's it. My hands hurt so bad.

#One Chicago x reader #Chicago fire x reader #Chicago pd x reader #Chicago med x reader #Cloverfield x reader #10 lane cloverfield x reder #Cloverfield paradox x reader #life x reader #9-1-1 x reader #9-1-1 lone star x reader #station 19 x reader #Demon slayer x reader

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spn-fanfic-reblog-writes · 4 months ago

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Schedule

Please feel free to ask questions ❤️❤️❤️

WIPs - Active

Poolverine x Reader (Deadpool and Wolverine movie; will be posted in @dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes )

MoL OC

King Ketch/Prince Consort Dean

The Fluffstiel Bang - Story Modern AU

The Fluffstiel Bang - Story 2.0 Medieval Fantasy AU

No, I canNOT decide which one I wanna do for the @the-fluffstiel-bang and have I have until November 2nd to decide, so I’m gonna keep writing them both. I’m already at the 5k minimum for both. Now it’s finishing the story.

Plan to Publish in 2024

FicFacer$ Request, Due October 31st

Anniversary Road Trip, Ch 3 (finish)

In The Mood, Part 2

Surprise Me, Part 2

Ask Request: Sheriff!Beau Arlen/Undercover Agent!F!Reader (Blue Sky)

Maybe—Ask Request: Sam Wesson/Archangel!Gabriel, S4 E17 Rewrite, POV Sam

Plan to Publish in 2025

Romancing the Hunter, Ch 17

Castiel’s Wings, Ch 3

Blood in Heaven and Hell, Ch 19 and 20 (final battle; finish)

Ask Request: Billy Butcher/FTM!Reader (The Boys)

Ask Request: Jensen/Older Woman, Film Industry OR Dean Winchester/Hunter!Older Woman!Reader

Ask Request: Stanford Era!Sam/Professional Student!Methos (Adam Pierson), Slow Burn (Spn/Highlander X-Over)

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anundyingfidelity · 9 months ago

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4OO FOLLOWERS DRABBLES MASTERLIST !

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FOUNDATION (2021)

SHOULD HAVE KNOWN — Brother Day/Cleon XII x female reader *

MCU

STARS APPEAR — Loki x female reader

I'M NOT IN LOVE — Adam Warlock x female reader

ONLY YOU — Talos x female reader*

ONE PIECE LIVE ACTION

empty.

THE BOYS (AMAZON PRIME)

CRUEL INTENTIONS — Dark!Soldier Boy x female reader *

DON'T GO — Billy Butcher x female reader *

PLAYTHING — Dark!Soldier Boy x female reader*

A PLEASANT SURPRISE — Billy Butcher x female reader

WHEN I WAKE UP, WHERE DO YOU GO? — Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader

RPF

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CONFESSIONS — Jensen Ackles x female reader

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veikkoalen · 1 year ago

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yay the answering thing

1. edwin rosen – vertigo. i believe i found it this year

2. tenet original score

3. edwin rosen and poets of the fall

4. donnie darko but im very tempted to type in cosmopolis and press reblog

5. i watched only succession. it was ok

6. none

7. i am EXTREMELY recency biased so ilkka villi. but shoutout to robert pattinson, cillian murphy and jake gyllenhaal

8. alan wake the signal extra episode

9. january

10. death stranding cliff unger plot line, i read the book retelling of ds and lost my mind again. it actually kickstarted my reflection process on how i didn't process my grief at all. more than half of my life later

11. i don't even have any memorable things from this one

12. no new friends. just poorly mended relationships with people i ghosted for nothing

13. don't remember. probably as usual, everyone got drunk and started shouting at each other ignoring me completely

14. roadside picnic

15. none

16. bought adam jensen collector's edition figure as a treat

17. i dunno bro

18. i ate carbonara at my favorite restaurant twice

19. nothing i'm anxious about being kicked out from the college and older relatives' possible death

20. how to make plush toys. it was very painful but rewarding

21. i got a magnet board on my fridge. that's all

22. art place in the city centre. they serve very tasty coffee

23. watch donnie darko and play alan wake 1 it has the specific themes about mentally ill people you desperately want to see represented

24. i never make any resolutions

25. i create characters for every piece of media i consume but im rly proud of my r6 and aw girlies bc i wrote x reader fics with them :) i usually don't give separate names, so the umbrella name for my ocs is morgan currently. need to translate zane x reader fic into english

End of the year Asks

Song of the year?

Album of the year?

Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year?

Movie of the year?

TV show of the year?

Episode of tv or webisode that defined the year for you?

Favorite actor of the year?

Game of the year?

Best month for you this year?

Something that made you cry this year?

Something you want to do again next year?

Talk about a new friend you made this year

How was your birthday this year?

Favorite book you read this year?

What’s a bad habit you picked up this year?

Post a picture from the beginning of the year

Post a picture from the end of the year

A memorable meal this year?

What’re you excited about for next year?

What’s something you learned this year?

What’s something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year?

Favorite place you visited this year?

If you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of the year, what would it be?

Did you keep any New Year’s Resolutions?

Did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe one

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zepskies · 8 days ago

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Happy New Year!!! 💖💖 Can I ask for the game #2, #11, #20, & #28? How you have a safe, healthy, and wonderful one!!! 😊

Happy New Year, friend!! 💓💫💓 Yes of course!! (And I hope you have an awesome 2025. 💖)

#2. A piece you're proud of and why

God, I could have so many answers for this, mainly because I wrote a LOT in 2024. 😂 I'm going to cheat a little bit and give you two stories that you might not expect. Not because they were wildly popular when I published them (they weren't), but because I genuinely put my heart and soul into them and got to explore something new with representation, diversity, and storytelling. 💜

Dream With Me (18+)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-sized Latina!Reader

Summary: When your asshole ex-boyfriend calls for help on a case, you have a tough decision to make. But Dean isn’t going to let you do anything alone. AKA: The last hunt you, Sam, and Dean will ever go on together.

This is a 3-part mini series set in the Midnight Espresso-verse. ☕ It's set in the dreaded 15x20 (or the time gap within In Bad Weather).

The ME-verse is always going to be special to me. Yes, it's a Latina reader and I get to express my culture through her. Yes, she's plus-sized (and I am too) so I get to incorporate some of my experiences and ideas there. But the ME-verse allows me to give Dean the loving relationship I wish he would've gotten on the show.

And Dream With Me was putting a definitive pin on their story, while still leaving room for more in the future if/when I come back to them. 💗

The Honorable Choice (18+)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC

Summary: June 1872. Captain Dean Winchester of the U.S. Cavalry is tasked with one job: break a wild mustang. He just didn’t expect the woman who infiltrates his camp, intent on freeing her tribe’s horse.

This was the first OFC story I had written in a long time, but also a risk in the sense that I was writing about a culture that wasn't my own (the Lakota people), in a different time period, and Dean and other SPN characters in a Western AU. So I actually did a lot of research for this story for the sake of respectfulness and authenticity.

I also got to post this story in November, which I found out is Native American Indian Heritage Month. Which is a small tidbit, but I thought it was cool that it happened that way, since I didn't plan it. 😂

I got so into this story that I actually wrote a sequel called Outlander (Part 1 coming out on Friday!).

#11. Fandom you'd like to create more for next year

Oooh great question! I feel like I'm going to get more into Russell Shaw (Tracker) in 2024, definitely more Soldier Boy/Ben (The Boys), but I'm also looking forward to Countdown and what Jensen will bring to Mark Meachum. 💖

Also, I know I'm late as hell, but you might remember that I teased the possibility of my writing for Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit fandom with these characters who I've read a lot of fanfic about over the years: Eomer, Aragorn, Thranduil, and Haldir. 💚

#20. Something that made you laugh

Lol I'm watching old SPN con clips and this compilation always make me cackle:

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#28. A song that relates to one of your creations

Ooh I love this question!! I'm big on music inspo -- music often fuels my writing sessions, so you'll often see on my fic posts a "song inspo" at the top.

For Break Me Down (Soldier Boy x Reader), I created a whole music playlist, but the two songs that really capture it as a whole are "If I Didn't Care" (Amy Adams version) and "All My Livin Time" by Radio Company.

I actually created music playlists for a few of my series:

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nakabayashi · 3 years ago

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Last chance part 3

Adam Jensen x Reader (fem) smut

I’m finally back with Part 3 of the Last chance. Same, not English native. Enjoy:)

Part 2: https://nakabayashi.tumblr.com/post/671687697089396737/last-chance-part-2-adam-jensen-x-reader-fem

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You are back at your office. Oh my, what the hell had just happened. You get yourself a glass of water from a bottle on your table and sit in front of the computer.

– “That is something”, you say to yourself.

You drink the whole glass at once and put it away breathing deeply. Your gaze falls to the box of your tech to trace code. “Well you did me a big favor today, who could think”. You unlock your computer to see if there is anything important or you can leave right now. You obviously need this walk.

Seems like nothing urgent is keeping you at the office today any longer. You take your belongings and leave TF29 HQ as fast as you can.

Fresh air helps. You can see the situation more clear now.

– Well, firstly, he obviously has feelings for me. Which is a good thing. The only thought of this makes the sensation of happiness jump up from your belly. However, he chooses to keep it to himself. Will he even REALLY come back? Oh God. You walk past two people discussing how repelling augmented persons are. He told you he will. Adam won’t lie that easily.

You fight the feeling to run straight to your home and try to live your casual routine by visiting the grocery store on your way home.

– Should I buy some cereal for Adam? You are giggling to yourself. Yeah, you have noticed all these cereal boxes at his desk. Why is he so into it really?

While walking towards apartment building from the store, you are imagining the pictures of your touch and sex, of Adam being so unusually passionate and even soft. You liked him without his total self-control.

– Fuck.

You open the door to your apartment, put a bag of groceries at the kitchen table and go straight to the shower.

You close your eyes watching the pictures of his mechanical arms holding your body, his eyes desperate to meet yours. Exhale. You stand into the shower cabin and open the water. The feeling helps you to relax. Exhale again. It’s better now, stop thinking about it. All. The Time. You rub your body with soap carefully.

Suddenly, you remember the pain in his eyes.

– “Oh, Adam. I actually like you having all these augs. It is very, well, you, Adamish”. You say it out loud like he could hear you.

The shower calms you down a bit and at once you feel very tired of all the emotions you experienced today. You get out of the shower and put on a soft T-shirt.

– I will just take a nap for an hour or so, – you think to yourself walking in the direction of the bedroom.

Bed feels so soft and calming, that you fall asleep instantly.

...

– What? W-what is that? – you are being pulled right from your dream. Pretty loud banging at the door. W-what time is it? You glance at the clock. 3:43 am?! Who are you people? Banging continues. You are forced to get up from your warm and soft bed to stop this nonsense.

You look into the peephole and freeze. Adam? He doesn’t knock anymore, he knows you are at the door. Thanks augs.

You are opening the door still feeling sleepy. Your hairs are tousled and you are standing only in a T-shirt and panties. Oh. Well. It is what it is now. You are way too occupied with other thoughts right now. You close the door carefully and turn to Adam. He stands there looking at you. You can see he is breathing heavily. Is something wrong?

You put your palm on his mechanical arm, touching it softly.

– “Are you alright? What are you doing here back in Prague so early?”

He removes his shades and looks at you seriously.

– “I thought. I thought I could make a mistake. And I don’t want to”, he covers your hand on his arm with his palm.

You can see it is hard for him to say something like this, to be so vulnerable. You stand on your toes and carefully give him a kiss. His face is dirty and you can see traces of blood.

– “There is no need to hurry now. We have time, so you can enjoy a shower and after we will talk”, you smile at him and he nods.

If you were not sleeping five minutes ago, you would never believe what happened. You get a towel for Adam and lead him to the shower leaving him to his privacy.

He must be very tired.

You sit on your bed trying to process the last ten minutes. Looking from Adam’s state, he has just come back from his mission. Why didn’t he wait till the morning though? Water stops running in the shower. Your body reacts with a slight feeling of pleasure coming from your belly.

Adam comes out of the shower with the towel around his hips. Well, he looks extremely sexy with his strong body mixed with all his augs.

He walks up to you and carefully pushes you to the bed. Now he is above you leaning on his hands. His towel slipped on the floor and you swallowed thinking about it. He spreads your legs with his knee. You closed your eyes tilting your head back with a quiet moan. Adam reacted, reaching your neck with his lips. His kisses were careful at first, but you could feel his teeth leaving marks on your skin after. In impatience you moved your hips towards him, touching his hard cock with your belly. Adam leted out a groan. Mmmmm he likes it. This thought provoked an intense warm feeling at the bottom of your belly. You keeped moving your hips to rub his cock with your skin. He started to push back breathing heavily.

He looks straight into your eyes with silent question. You put your palms on his cheeks and give him a slight reassuring smile. He kisses you in response.

— ”Adam, please, I want you so hard” – you murmur to him.

He keeps looking at you while carefully guiding his cock inside you, giving you the feeling of instant pleasure of finally having him inside you. – “Oh, Adam” – you breathe out.

– “Mmmhhhmmm” – He closes his eyes in enjoyment.

You get your hands sliding on his back, touching it softly letting Adam feel your tenderness towards him. He kisses your neck moving back to your lips to give you a deep kiss. His hips are moving at a slow pace. He remembers that it makes your sensations much brighter. His deep breath gives away how hard it is for him not to get faster right now. He groans deeply and looks into your eyes to see what his movements do to you. You look back trying to keep the contact lost in the pleasure, trying to move your hips to get him deeper inside you.

– “Adam, please” – you want him to go faster desperately, but he is still keeping it at the same pace watching your reaction.

You swallow and lick your lips. Adam follows the movement and catches you with a kiss. He finally starts moving faster inside you. You give him a deep moan and he groans in pleasure in return.

– “Adam…” – he groans at your words and slows his pace a bit again.

He is too close to his climax and he wants you to come first. Adam clothes his eyes, breathing deeply, keeping this slow pace to calm down. His hand touches your breast, softly squeezing it, his fingers sliding between your bodies touching your belly slightly. Your body moves toward his touch. Adam reaches your clit pressing it, moving in circles. His pace starts to increase. You give a sweet moan to his actions and he is pressing your clit harder, thrusting inside you more intense and deeper. Adam’s eyes are still on you, watching.

– “Oh, gosh, Adam!” – with several more pushes you come hard, losing yourself to the climax sensation, your arms clinging to Adam’s back, your nails leaving marks on his skin there.

Adam removed his fingers and kept pushing at the same speed to let you ride your pleasure to the end. You breathed out deeply, touching his face and smiling at him. Still looking right into your eyes, he gave you several intense pushes and came hard inside you with a last deep thrust and harsh moan. He stopped and layed down carefully.

You were lying under Adam breathing deeply. That was fantastic. You put your palm on Adam's head to caress his hair. He gave you approving “mmmhhhhmm”. You smiled to yourself. He kept the promise.

Adam moved to his back pulling you towards his chest. You put your head on his shoulder and your hand on his chest.

– “I thought” – he started speaking suddenly, – “I don’t want to lose what we have here”. He put his arm around you. Metal felt a bit cold, but his torso was very hot. You felt you had to stay silent right now and let him speak.

– “I keep my vision on the mission or my aim always”. He looked away somewhere in the space. – “But I need something to hold on too” He looked back at you. – “I was… I am afraid I could hurt you. And you could hurt me”. He swallowed and you could see his lips opened a bit. “But… I think keeping myself away from it makes me more… robotic”. He looks at you. “I want to try what you want us to try”.

– “You mean relationships?”

– “Yeah, that thing” – he moved his glance away into the empty space again. Is it pain in his eyes?

You put your palm on his cheek and carefully pull him to turn towards you. He smiles slightly.

– “I want it, Adam”, – you say smiling back.

He nods and grabs you with his second arm holding you tight in his embrace.

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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years ago

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STUBBORN pt. 4

Pairing: ADAM JENSEN x GENDER NEUTRAL!READER

Words: 1.109

Warnings: none

The next morning, you were singing and dancing through your kitchen while you cleaned your apartment. The pop music had the right tune to cheer your mood for this unpleasant task. You were about to get your vacuum cleaner as suddenly a huge fireball appeared across the city with a loud bang that even your windows were shaking. You stopped in your tracks and looked shocked at the fire and smoke which erupted from one of the highest buildings in Detroit: Sarif Industries.

"Adam...", you whispered, shocked. Your hand covered your mouth while you started to shiver as the fear crept into your mind that he might be in this building at that very moment like he was used to. Pictures of a bleeding Adam, somewhere in the huge building, were flashing in your mind which scared you a lot.

This was worse than the three months where you had no idea where he had been. Now, you knew that Adam had to be in this building. He had called you earlier just to hear your voice like he had said. It was a stressful day with several meetings and the only thing Adam wanted was to get the work done and to meet with you. Now, you knew, these plans were cancelled.

The sudden sound of your phone ringing made you scream in surprise. With your eyes still glued at the pillar of smoke rising to the sky, you hurried to grab your phone.

"YN!"

You weren’t able to classify the voice properly at first because of all the noise in the background, "Yeah. Who's there?", you asked seriously, closing your other ear to hear better.

"It's me, Adam."

"Adam!", you awoke from your shock, "Are you okay? What happened?"

"Yeah, I am fine.", he said but you heard someone screaming in the background. In the far distance, there was another explosion.

"Are you still there, at Sarif Industries?", you asked concerned.

"Yes, I am. Please, YN, listen. Someone will come to your apartment in a few minutes and I want you to follow her. Her name is Malik. You can trust her. She will take you to a VTOL helicopter which will bring you to me.", Adam instructed factually.

"But... Adam-"

"Please, you have to trust me. We have to move quickly. Be ready.", Adam said and ended the call before you could say anything. But you had heard the clear urgency in his voice and the seriousness, so you knew you just had to trust him. You took your purse and got the Glock from its hide. At this moment, the announced knock echoed through the room. You stood there and waited warily unsure if you should open the door blindly no matter what Adam had said.

Then the second knock, more urgent, "YN? It's me, Malik. Jensen sent me to get you."

You opened the door to find a young woman with short, brown hair and dark eyes dressed in a pilot uniform in front of you. She smiled quickly but got serious again, "Come, we don't have much time.", Malik said and guided you through the hallway up to the rooftop where the helicopter was waiting.

You hopped inside and a few seconds later, they were already in the air. Through the window, you watched the city rushing by beneath you like a river. There were lights and cars and after a few more minutes, the air got thick with black smoke. You saw debris everywhere. And fire. You could just imagine how many people were injured or maybe even had died down there. Tears were building in your eyes by the sight of all the chaos on the ground. You wiped them away. The last thing you wanted was that Adam would be worried about you.

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Malik landed the VTOL helicopter on a rooftop next to the destroyed Sarif Industries building. As the door opened, you saw Adam already waiting on the rim of the heliport. You jumped out to meet him. Protectively, he placed his arm around your shoulders to guide you to a darker corner where you would have more privacy.

Malik followed you, too but kept some distance, "What's the plan, Jensen?", Malik asked to get new instructions. Then, you noticed the dirt and dust in Adam’s hair and on his coat. Small scratches were on his neck and you asked yourself where he had been as the explosion had happened.

"Sarif is still somewhere in this building. I have to find him.", Adam answered.

"You want to go back inside? This building is a mess. It is too dangerous.", you said concerned and looked at the smoking ruin which was Sarif Industries.

Adam looked with a loving glance at you. He cupped your face with a gloved hand and looked into your eyes while his thumb drew small circles over your skin to sooth you, "That is my job. I have to do this. But I promise, nothing will happen to me. Here," Adam said and laid a pair of keys in the palm of your hand and closed your fingers around them.

You recognised the key tag as the one you had bought for him several weeks ago. It was a small pendant with a picture of Kubrick, "Your keys?"

"Yes. Malik will bring you to my apartment. You’re safe there. Nothing can happen to you. Wait for me. I will come to you when everything's over.", Adam said determined but softly. He could see that you were about to object. He looked you straight in the eyes while his fingers were carefully tangling with your hair, "Please, do as I say. Believe me. I just want to know you’re safe."

"O-okay.", you said with a nod.

"Just go with Malik. I will follow as soon as I can.", he said softly.

"Alright.", you said because there was no way for any kind of objection.

Adam smiled fondly and kissed you sweetly before he stepped back. He nodded towards Malik who responded with a nod as well. You walked back to the helicopter but not without turning around several times to look at Adam, worried that it could be the last time.

Malik entered the pilot seat but before the doors were closing, Adam jogged over to the heli once again. You leant out of the door for another strong kiss.

"I love you, sweetheart.", he whispered meaningfully and just like that, Adam stepped back and gave the sign to start the engine. With big eyes and tears in them, you watched how Adam became slowly smaller while he kept eye contact with you as long as possible.

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