#and would need to wait another month for the next meeting to get permission to defend

[casbitchh]

nothing like the HUGE SHOCK of anxiety that comes from a university admin person emailing you that you didn’t submit a really important document that is essential to be allowed to defend, quickly followed by the wave of relief as they email you again five minutes later that you did actually submit the document and the system just didn’t notify them properly 🥰

[jeonstudios]

dextrocardia | 15

Dextrocardia. Originally a medical term, but also a way to describe someone who's got their heart in the right place.

"She's been moved to another operation to help out. This pairing is necessary because you'll be undercover as spouses. I know you two can be professional about this."

"What?!" It's Jeongguk's upset voice that sounds, and for once, you share his displeased opinion.

Spouses.

pairing: cop!jk x f detective!reader

genre: undercover cops, fake marriage, e2l au, angst, fluff, (smut?)

word count: 6k

warnings: self-esteem issues, feelings

rating: NC-17 – Adults Only

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part 15/? 

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© dextrocardia is copyright jeonstudios. this fic can not be modified, re-posted, or translated without my permission.

The ride home lasts ten minutes, during which you’re holding back tears the entire time. It’s only when you’re finally inside your own apartment that you let them fall. It doesn’t help to see Fenrir’s collar and leash hanging next to your jackets, or his bowls still on the floor. In a way, it feels like you’re back at square one. 

You know you promised Jeongguk you’d call Jihyo, but you don’t, knowing she’d disapprove of you being on your own probably just as much as he does. Still, realizing that sooner or later you’ll need to either get back to work or find another job, you send her a text, asking if there’s any case for you to work on remotely until you’re ready to return fully.

The first night back is emotional, but you’re relieved to finally be home.

“I don’t think it matters how hard you throw it,” a worried Jimin watches Jeongguk hurl a dart at the dartboard. “Actually, I’m pretty sure you’d see better results if you didn’t throw it like an Olympic javelin thrower.”

Jeongguk doesn’t reply, just rolls his eyes and grabs another dart. The music around them is surprisingly quiet, drowned out by the chatter of the bustling bar.

“So, care to tell me what’s up with him?” Jin asks, nodding toward Jeongguk as he sets the three pints of beer on the table and takes a seat. 

“His little lady left him,” Jimin explains sadly, sliding one of the pints closer to Jeongguk.

“Oh. Why? You weren’t a couple, were you?” Jin asks.

“No,” is all Jeongguk mutters before he heads over to the dartboard to retrieve the darts. He has three of them, but only one actually hit the board; the other two embarrassingly stuck to the wood-paneled wall. From the marks already there, he’s at least not the first terrible dart-thrower. When he returns to the table with all the darts in hand, he pushes his designated pint back toward Jimin. “Can’t drink.”

Jimin meets his eyes, looking defeated. Jeongguk already explained that when you’re not with him, he can’t risk being drunk in case you need him. If you called, saying Hoseong had found you, Jeongguk would not hesitate to get on his bike or in his car, no matter how much he’s had to drink, and driving under the influence is something he’d rather avoid.

“She’s scared of me,” he repeats what you told him a few nights ago. Hearing the words from his own mouth stings less, but his heart still aches and his blood boils. He throws another dart but misses the board, and it sticks to the wall a few inches left of it. 

“Wait. What do you mean?” Jin asks, confusion written all over his face.

“Yeah. Although I’m pretty sure she hasn’t ruled out that I’ll just snap one day and kill her, she’s mostly scared that I’ll want to hurt her emotionally.”

“But why would you? I thought you two were doing alright? I mean, she’s been living with you for, what, the last month?”

“We were. Or at least, I thought so. She kissed me, and we were… getting closer, but I guess it freaked her out.”

“Why?”

“Remember how I told you I was horrible to her before I found out what Hoseong had done? Yeah, the things I said… they were inhumane.”

“What did you say?”

Jeongguk throws another dart, swinging his arm and using way too much force. “What haven’t I said? I’ve told her that she’s too ugly for me to look at, that she needs to stop eating, that she’s incompetent, and that she basically deserved being trafficked if only the traffickers would take her. That’s the short version.”

“Fuck, man,” Jimin breathes in disbelief. Jeongguk told him what happened ages ago but not explicitly what he’d said to you.

“Yeah. I just… I wanted her to hurt, to pay for what I thought she’d done, but she never seemed affected. I’d call her something, and she’d flip me off or glare at me or call me an idiot or whatever, but she never… I thought she didn’t care, so the next time I saw her, I said something worse. But I wouldn’t have, obviously, if I… If I… knew.”

Jin puts his glass down, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. “I mean, I haven’t met her, but isn’t she, like, objectively very pretty? From what I’ve heard?”

“Yeah, she is,” Jeongguk sighs. “Which is also why I didn’t think she’d take it to heart, ‘cause what I said isn’t true in the slightest.” 

“But can’t she see how pathetically in love you are? No offense,” Jimin asks. “I mean, I take it you’ve apologized and probably told her what you really think? She doesn’t trust that?”

Jeongguk falls silent as he retrieves the darts again, shamefully avoiding eye contact with his friends on his way back.

“Wait, you haven’t apologized?”

“Of course I have,” he argues before lowering his voice. “I just kinda… fucked it up.”

He feels the confused stares of his friends. “I’ve apologized many, many times for how I treated her, and she seemed to kinda accept that? But I never explicitly apologized for the things I said. Nor have I told her how I actually feel about her.”

He sees how Jimin is about to tell him exactly what he thinks about that, but Jeongguk cuts him off before he's able to.

“After I somehow convinced her to stay with me, I thought carefully about how to act around her. I thought that it would be better to apologize for… everything. I thought ‘I’m sorry for how I treated you’ would cover it. And I didn’t want her to second-guess my intentions, so I didn’t actually tell her what I really think.”

“You mean ‘second-guess your intentions’ as in…” Jin trails off.

“As in think that I chose to help her because I was interested in her. I didn’t want her to think I had an agenda or to feel like she’d owe me in any way. She hasn’t had the best experience with men—men in law enforcement, especially—so I wanted to be as… safe, I guess, as possible for her. I didn’t realize she was still thinking about it, taking what I said as the truth.”

Jimin sighs. “So she thinks you might still consider her the ugliest creature to walk the earth is what you’re saying?”

“Apparently. I tried to convince her before she left, but of course, it didn’t seem genuine. I don’t blame her.”

A bit more optimistic, Jin tilts his head. “You don’t think she’ll believe you if you just tell her exactly what you just told us?”

But Jeongguk lets his shoulders slump. “I don’t think so. She told me I scare her because I have a desire to hurt anyone who wrongs me, and she doesn’t feel like she can read me. And I believe her. I wanted to hurt her, and during the mission, I had to pretend to love her when I really didn’t, so I kept switching up on her.”

The atmosphere shifts from frustrated and sad to just sad as Jeongguk runs his thumb over the dart in his hand.

“I lose either way. If I tell her that what I said back then was true, then I think she’s ugly, and I wanted to hurt her by saying so. But if I say that I lied and that she’s really the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, then I still wanted to hurt her. And after everything she’s been through, she doesn’t want a man with a desire to hurt.”

“But like you said, you didn’t mean to hurt her to that point, more so to be taken down a notch? And it got out of hand?”

“Is there a difference? I’ve hurt her, probably beyond what is salvageable, and she thinks I’m still capable of that; that if we disagree on something, I might turn on her.”

With a deep breath, you pull open the doors to the police station one chilly Monday morning, the sky outside gray and heavy with the threat of snow. It’s been three weeks since you came home, and though Jihyo put up a fight, she eventually agreed to let you stay.

Since months have passed, and you still haven’t caught Hoseong and his crew, you figure you might as well try to get back to normal. So you started planning your return to work, but then Christmas came, which you spent at your mother’s, two hours away.

Jihyo also agreed not to tell Jeongguk about your living arrangements, per your desperate request. You’d rather not deal with his savior complex, and you know he’d park outside your building if he thought you were in danger. You scoff to yourself, but almost immediately, guilt settles in. A savior complex isn’t why he’s worried about you; he’s just a good guy. You know that. Still, you don’t want him to know.

Walking through the station at nine a.m.—on your way to Jihyo’s office to discuss your new assignment—you almost hold your breath. Some officers glance your way, still not used to seeing you back, and maybe even less used to seeing you without Jeongguk. Or maybe they know you had a “falling out?” Would he tell anyone here? Jihyo, maybe, if she didn’t already know, but you’re not sure if he’d tell anyone else; his closest friends besides Jimin don’t work at this station anyway. And Jimin probably wouldn’t gossip about you either.

Jihyo is waiting for you when you reach the door to her office, calling out for you to come in as soon as you knock.

“Hey,” you say, closing the door behind you.

“Hey. Want a donut?” she asks from behind her desk, happily pointing to the open box, a half-eaten donut in hand and what you assume is part of the other half in her mouth.

“Nah, I’m good,” you grin, sitting down in front of her.

“Alright,” she says, swallowing and wiping some crumbs from her lap. “So, I’ve been looking over your request and proposed methods.”

You watch as she pulls her laptop in front of her, setting the donut down on the table, and starts scrolling.

“And I’d say it’s very reasonable if we’re okay with the risks.”

“I don’t think there are any risks at all, actually,” you argue softly. “We parted on good terms.”

“Yeah, I know. And they played a part in your survival. But I’m still gonna need to have a risk analysis performed. Who would you want to go with you? I could assign Sana, I think, if you want her? She’s on an assignment right now, but we’re hoping they’ll be done by Wednesday, give or take.”

“Yeah, that would be great. Thanks.”

“No problem. I’m glad to see you back and wanting to work on what matters to you. I know the chief—ex-chief—did his best to be a pain in the ass for you.”

“Yeah. I can’t wait until the investigation’s finished, honestly. He deserves to rot in jail.”

“Agreed. I haven’t heard anything else from the higher-ups, so they’re probably still elbow-deep in it. Anyway, if you have any details you’d like to show me, I’m all ears.”

Your smile grows, and you reach into your bag for your laptop and notebook.

“Thanks,” you smile, standing up an hour later with your bag in hand. But before you exit her office and close the door behind you, you glance back at Jihyo. “By the way, I’m so glad you got the job. You deserve it more than anyone.”

“Thank you. It’s been… rough, these last couple of months. A lot to do and a lot of stress and pressure, but I think it’s worth it. And I’ve had help, making it easier for me to adjust.”

You know who she’s talking about; you don’t need to hear a name.

“He asks about you, you know.”

Holding onto the door, you look away. You’re well aware of what Jeongguk has done for not only you but also Jihyo, Sana, and the entire police station. 

“Let me avoid him for at least another month. Then you can tell him whatever you want, and I can try to be a better colleague. But now? I can’t… I don’t…”

Jihyo looks at you, seeing the pain well up in your eyes when you think about the reason you left his house that night. If you can just have another month to force the warm, yet invalid and hurt feelings you have for him back into the box they broke out of when you first kissed him, you can try to be more civil with him. Hell, you’ll even work with him if he can keep it professional as well.

Jihyo nods, sad but understanding. After all, she had a front-row seat when he used to tear you bloody.

For another hour, you sit at an empty desk, excitedly looking over the preliminary plan that starts on Thursday. You can’t believe it’s about to actually become reality.  

Step one:

Preliminary timeframe: Thursday. 

Possible obstacles and risks: Low risk of hostility or danger. 

Safety measures: Two detectives, civilian clothes, civilian car, concealed firearms.

Step two: Plan A or B, depending on what you find, if anything.

With your notes full of prepared questions, you rise from the chair, deeming it time to leave the station for the day. As you stand there, organizing your papers, movement catches your eye, and you look up just in time to see Jimin enter the big room. And of course, who does he have in tow if not Jeon Jeongguk, dressed, like so often, in the academy's navy crewneck and uniform pants?

Meeting both of their eyes, you’re saved by your phone’s ringtone, a sound that seems to stop even Jeongguk from taking an impulsive step toward you.

Fishing the phone out from the pocket of your black pants, you swipe your finger across the screen to answer. It’s Sana.

“Hello?”

“Hey! So I talked to Jihyo, and she said that your request got pre-approved? I’m a little busy at the moment and for the next few days, but send me anything you’d like me to look over in preparation.”

“So you’re up for it?” you ask, a wide smile forming. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch Jeongguk reluctantly follow Jimin further into the room, where they start talking to two other officers with their backs turned. If you were more of a hopeless romantic instead of a realistic one, you’d describe the glances he sends your way as… yearning. To avoid his gaze, you focus on the notebook lying on the desk.

“Of course! You and me, just like old times.”

“Old times? It’s only been like a year since we worked on a case together.”

“You know what I mean. Anyway, I gotta go. See you.”

“I’ll send the info tonight. See you.”

Discreetly, you end the call and gather your things, quickly but quietly heading for the exit. But in the corridor, you hear a call of your name. You shut your eyes for a second before turning around. It hurts to see him, to walk these halls, avoiding him just like you used to. Only this time, it’s a different kind of pain.

The shame creeps in at the same rate Jeongguk approaches. It’s the same shame for how he sees you, but also for how you’ve reacted. You can barely look at him, yet you’re ashamed for not giving him a chance, even though he’s the one who made the bed he’s now tossing and turning in. He's so handsome, looking so warm and strong as he approaches, his black hair looking soft, shiny and just a little longer than last time. A part of you wishes he’d close his eyes so that you could throw your arms around his neck and breathe him in.

“Can you please leave me alone for a while?” is what you ask instead, clutching your notebook to your chest.

Now standing right before you, he looks down at you with sad, desperate eyes. “I’ll be quick, I promise. Two minutes is all I need.” 

You’re not sure why, because you’re not an immature person, but you press your lips together, trying to suppress a smile. Noticing the shift in your expression, Jeongguk thinks back to what he said, smiling as well. “I set that one up pretty well, didn’t I?”

You turn your head, trying to stifle the smile, but you find that it fades easier than expected. 

“And you think I’d wanna fuck that?” he snaps, eyeing your body with disgust. 

Your gaze locks on the lower part of the wall. You wish someone would lend you the cloak of invisibility so that you could hide yourself from him and the world.

“Look at me,” he instructs, but you don’t. The more you think about his eyes on your body, the more you want to leave. 

“Look. At me,” he repeats, firmer this time but still without sounding angry. 

So you do.

“I get it if you don’t want anything else to do with me, but I can’t have you walking around, believing what I said is true.”

Although you don’t cry, you reluctantly let him see just how hurt you are.

“You were right. I wanted to hurt you. I said those things because I was angry, and I wanted just… some kind of justice. When you instead seemed so… unfazed, I let it get the best of me, and somewhere along the way, I lost myself. But I was wrong and although I wanted payback, I didn’t mean to hurt you to this degree. I was only looking for a reaction, anything that showed me that you were paying for what I thought you’d done. If I’d known how I really made you feel, regardless of if you were innocent or not, I would’ve stopped.“

“So you’re just a man, after all?” you ask, and maybe it’s uncalled for, maybe it’s not.

Jeongguk takes half a step back, appearing lost for words, and with enough pain in his surprised eyes for you to think he looks hurt.

He blinks and lowers his voice. “Yeah. Just a man. But listen to me—the things I said were. Not. True. Okay? You hear me? I cannot let you go around thinking you’re anything like what I told you.”

“I find that hard to believe. How else would you know exactly where to hit? What to say to cause maximum damage? Talking about my cellulite and my… weight and…”

“I said what I figured any woman would be scared to hear.”

“Yeah, sure,” you dismiss. 

It doesn’t matter what he says now—he did know exactly what to say, which means he must have looked at you, inspected your body and found every single one of your flaws. It makes you nauseous, as if some of those flaws didn’t exist to the world simply because no one other than you had noticed or mentioned them. Then Jeongguk and his friends scrutinized every inch of you, uncovering them all and putting them on display.

“I think you’re gorgeous.”

“You would’ve told me.”

You really think he would have. The Jeongguk who wants you to sleep in his bed, holding you from behind, who asks to hold your hand, and who puts frosting on your lips as an excuse to kiss them—he would have told you if he liked you. If he thought you were beautiful.

“I didn’t. I thought–incredibly dumbly–that if I told you what I really think of you, you’d think I was hitting on you. If things were different, if we ran into each other somewhere without all this… baggage, I would’ve hit on you, but all I wanted at the time was for you to trust me as a friend and to trust that I just wanted you to be safe. I didn’t want you to think I was looking to get laid or that I would… that I was anything like Hoseong. I didn’t know that you took my bullshit to heart—because again, it’s just not true—and so I chose not to say anything.”

“But we’ve been past that point for a while, haven’t we?” you ask, finding his explanation a little too weak to believe. “I trusted you enough to tell you about the worst moment of my life, I kissed you, and I told you how pretty I think you are, yet you couldn’t even…”

Frustration boils in your veins, mixing with the raw disappointment and hurt which cools you back down. You feel so… small, so defeated. “I don’t need compliments. Just… something. Something that would’ve shown me you weren’t being sweet only because you felt guilty.”

Jeongguk doesn’t know what to say to that. In retrospect, yeah, he should’ve told you, and thinking back to his joke about pretty being for girls makes him cringe with both shame and regret. Especially since he’d used multiple occasions to taunt you with the fact that you’re not a pretty girl. But it had been hard, finding a balance in showing his affection without scaring you off. When you reacted the way you did that night during the power outage, he... didn’t want to risk making you more uncomfortable or afraid. He’d decided to take a step back, let you lead, and he would follow. Of course, that backfired horribly.

You look at him, hurt still brimming in your eyes.

He searches for words, trying to explain himself better. “I should’ve told you, but I… I didn’t want to risk making you uncomfortable. I wanted to follow your lead and let you decide everything. You wanted me handcuffed and blindfolded—of course I realized you were nervous. But I thought you were more worried I’d do something to you, rather than what I would think of you. I didn’t want to influence you to do anything you would’ve regretted.”

You’re clearly not convinced, and you shake your head slowly.

“You could’ve just given me a ‘you too.’ That’s all I would’ve needed.”

Jeongguk can only watch as you leave, obviously still very much hurt by him. Ten seconds after your footsteps have disappeared, he heads back to the desk area, his head hung low.

Jimin looks at him, JJ and Min gone. The unasked question hangs in the air, and Jeongguk can see Jimin realize that no, it didn’t go very well.

“You gotta remember that she’s had a hectic few months and maybe wasn’t really able to process everything. You being an ass was probably the least of her worries for a while—until it wasn’t anymore. And healing isn’t always linear. I’m sure she’ll come around one day.”

Jeongguk sighs. “I don’t think she will, and I can’t expect that of her. I just… hate myself for what I did to her. I never even realized she was just walking around, bleeding from my words.”

You haven’t fixed your car since the last tampering, but fortunately, Jihyo agreed to lend you one of the station’s unmarked cars. A discreet black thing that you park outside the station at ten a.m. on Thursday to pick up Sana, who needed to retrieve some things and told you to meet her there.

Getting no reply, you lock your phone and step out of the car with a sigh. The ground is powdered white, your shoes leaving tracks as you walk up to the station’s main entrance.

Warm air envelops you as you step inside, the doors falling shut behind you.

“Good morning!” Sana rushes over, a coffee in hand. “Sorry, I’ll be done in a minute, I just gotta ask Mark something.”

She gestures for you to follow, and you do, trailing behind her into the sea of desks. The place is unusually crowded with officers, so you decide to wait near the wall, leaving her to weasel her way into the middle on her own.

There usually aren’t this many people here when you’re around, but in your case, the problem isn’t necessarily people; it’s big, strong, law enforcement men. Though they’re not paying you much attention—they must be preparing for something big—you still can’t will your body to fully relax.

By instinct, you tug at your clothes, wishing you hadn’t left your jacket in the car. Since you decided to wear civilian clothes today, you thought you might as well dress somewhat according to your original mission’s dress code. Except adjusted for winter, of course. 

You’re wearing winter boots that reach your upper calves, a pair of those invisibly fleece-lined pantyhose you’ve seen all over social media the last few months, and a cream-colored knitted turtleneck dress. It’s been in your closet forever, but unfortunately, you didn’t try it on before you had to leave.

It feels too tight on your body. Not to wear into a ‘strangely religious neighborhood,’ but too tight to wear here. You pull at the hem where it ends at your mid-thigh, keeping your eyes down when people pass you and hoping no one is looking at you and taking note of how awkwardly shaped your body is.

You stand there for a while, avoiding people’s eyes while you wait for Sana.

However, when you—out of the corner of your eye—notice a uniformed man walking toward you, you look up. Jeongguk’s eyes flicker between you and the people walking past you, as if he’s seen exactly the shameful way you carry yourself around men—these men—nowadays. It’s gotten worse since you left his house; you know that, but when all of your confidence was fueled by anger and then denial, removing those leaves… not much left.

He comes to stand in front of you, looking down at you with frustrated eyes. He’s so broad, so imposing, and it’s very evident when he wears his navy uniform, the sleeves rolled up his veiny forearms.

“Listen to me—”

You look away, about to step back, but he grasps your hand—not just to stop you but to guide the two of you a few steps away from the path of officers and behind the tall panels of a cubicle.

“No. Listen to me. I’ll leave you alone after this if that’s what you want, but I need you to know that you are so incredibly beautiful.”

You sigh, looking at him and wordlessly begging him to just give up already. He’s quiet for a few long seconds, his frustration seemingly growing.

When he speaks again, his voice is calm, more earnest. “Do you remember the first time we met?”

“No,” you shake your head. You can’t recall the very first time you met him.

“I do. It was a rainy day—my fourth at the station—and I ran into you at the main entrance. The rain had wet your hair, and I held the door open for you. You thanked me, but you didn’t really smile much, just politely. I think you also bowed your head slightly. I remember thinking that you must’ve been cold from the rain, but I realize you were wary around the men here, even if you and I didn’t know each other.”

Sounds about right.

“And I thought that you were just so beautiful.”

You look down. It’s humiliating, and you feel like shit, hearing him throw compliments your way just to make you feel better. You can’t tell if he’s lying or not, but what else would he say? You can’t exactly say you expected him to approach you today to call you ugly.

Noticing your hesitation, he appears to be searching his mind for something, and you glance at him. 

Suddenly, his eyes widen slightly, and he reaches into the pocket of his navy uniform pants. It’s his phone that he pulls out, and he starts to scroll. He scrolls, and he scrolls, until he finally finds what he’s looking for.

“Look,” he says, handing you the phone.

Although you’re not too keen on entertaining whatever this is, you can’t help but be a little curious. What could he have on his phone that would convince you?

Accepting the device, you start reading the words on the screen. They’re text messages from an old group chat, dated years back, and though you can’t remember the exact date Jeongguk first showed up at the station, you assume it was right around then. The chat seems to have consisted mostly of him, Ryung, Hoseong, Seunghwan, and Junseo.

Seunghwan: Yeah, we’re excited to have you, just let us know if you need anything.

The next few texts are from the following day.

Jeongguk: So I just met the most gorgeous woman I think I’ve ever seen??

Jeongguk: Quick question, is there a work dating policy here? I can’t remember. 

Jeongguk: And if not, where do I find this woman again? Is she an officer? I’m not even kidding when I say that I’m absolutely head over heels from a three-second interaction, and she didn’t even really say anything. 

Jeongguk: I’d love to ask her out.

Ryung: If it’s who I think it is then you better stay away, man.

You read on, seeing how Ryung goes on to describe a woman’s features, which happen to align with yours. The length, color, and style of your hair, the color of your eyes, and your height. But also a very generous way of describing your face and the shape of your body.

Jeongguk: Yeah! Is she with one of you already? In that case, I apologize!

Ryung: No, but Hoseong did her briefly, and she’s absolutely mental. Pretty, but crazy

The next words are not very nice, the men urging Jeongguk to stay away from the woman who could only ever be you, promising to tell him what happened the day after.

“See,” Jeongguk says, “Even Ryung knew exactly who I meant; I didn’t even have to describe you, just say that you were the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen.”

You’re not sure. Yeah, the evidence points to that, and you can’t deny that you’re definitely feeling some form of relief, but… you can still hear his voice in your ears, see the anger and hatred in his dark eyes.

You hand the phone back, and Jeongguk looks around, sighing before turning his attention back to you. “You want me to be completely honest? Tell you exactly what I think of you?”

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. “No? That’s the point? I know that I’m not your type. I’m full of flaws. I don’t have a body fat percentage in the negatives like you, I don’t always have the energy to shave every inch of my body, and I’ve never gotten flowers. No matter what you say now, I’m not someone you want.”

“You think I’m someone who would care about any of that?” he asks, his voice tinged with hurt.

“You look like someone who would.”

Jeongguk looks away, taking a second to gather his thoughts.

“I… wanted to ask you out that day, after I first met you. You looked so pretty out there in the rain, and I think my heart stopped for a while. I think that you’re cute—really fucking adorable—and charming, and you’re smart and kind, and you’re absolutely breath-taking and sexy as hell.

"Which was another reason I was so angry at you; I saw this… stunning woman, who appeared to live a very privileged life, yelling ‘sexism’ whenever something didn’t go your way to… I don’t know, avoid consequences and get ahead, not realizing what sexism truly meant for other women. I didn’t think there was that much harm in what I said because I thought you knew very well how goddamn pretty you are, so I gripped at every straw, trying to get a reaction.”

You listen to every word he says, still unable to decide. You want to believe him, but the deep wounds he carved into your skin are still bleeding.

“I was so conflicted during our mission. On one hand, I had to pretend to like the person who had shot one of my best friends, who got away with it and refused to be held accountable for it. On the other hand… I liked seeing you pretend to like me too. First, out of spite, but then I realized that I liked seeing you smile, and how nice you were to the people around you, except for me, of course, but I guess I always started it. Then you fell asleep in my arms at the barbeque, and I knew I was fucked. I felt like I betrayed my friends for… feeling something other than hatred for you. 

“But this little thing, that hated me so much, let herself be so vulnerable as to sleep in my arms. And I guess I looked at you differently after that. The more I realized that you might actually be a pretty decent detective; a decent person, the harder it was for me to be mean to you. After everything, and after I’d found out what had happened, I wanted to tell you how much I liked you and how pretty I thought you were, but I was scared you wouldn’t come with me if I did. I was scared they’d look for you at your apartment, so I kept quiet.

“Even after you came to stay with me, and it seemed like you started to trust me, even just a little bit, I had to convince myself to wait. And the more I got to know you, the harder it became. Do you have any idea how much I wanted to bury you in flowers? Hold you and kiss you silly? And you know why I was always up before you—or at least I tried to be—when you slept in my bed with me?”

You shake your head because you don’t know.

There's something else in his eyes when he holds your gaze, “Because I dream about you, and I wake up hard. But I remembered how I freaked you out when we made out back at the house, when you were on my lap and I got hard. I didn’t want to scare you or make you uncomfortable, so I made sure to wake up before you, just in case.

“I wanted to kiss you and hold you and really, it would’ve been my pleasure if you’d wanted to sleep with me. But more than that, I wanted you to be safe and feel safe, never doubting why I was doing what I was.”

He shuts his eyes for a short moment. “I guess that’s all I can say. I don’t need you to forgive me, I just need you to know that all I wanted was revenge; nothing of what I said was true.”

He opens his eyes again, looking into yours with his soft, brown ones and a gentle sincerity. Though it’s overshadowed by something else. “I have many regrets, but you are my biggest. What I did to you.”

Regret.

As if she’s been waiting for the right moment to make her return, you hear Sana call your name. When you turn around, you spot her approaching.

“I gotta go,” you excuse yourself.

Sana looks between you and Jeongguk, but when no one says anything, she shrugs and turns her attention to you. “So, Jihyo said you had a problem with your apartment? The door, was it? Cause I can call my brother, and he’ll fix it for free next week if you want?”

“You’re living in your apartment? On your own?” Jeongguk questions, his voice upset.

You turn back at him, “Yeah. Have been since I left your house. It’s fine.”

Despite the clear worry his eyes display, he makes no effort to follow you and talk you straight, probably realizing that there’s nothing else he can do; that was his last chance.

<previous | next> author's note: so there's that! thanks for waiting for it <3 this was the last puzzle piece of their past, i think, and i'd love to hear your thoughts on everything, but especially him lol <3<3

[mapis-putellas]

Trust in me

Pairings: Natasha x you

Words: 2418

Warnings: none that i know of

Summary: Natasha gets injured on a mission, and as a result, allows you to carry her for the first time.

It had been a complete accident. Something she knew could have been avoided had she only been paying attention. One second, her widow bite had attached itself to the metal grating, and she was falling with the knowledge she'd land safely on her feet. The next, she'd hit the concrete with a thump, and a cry of pain she didn't even know she was capable of emitting had slipped from her lips without permission as her hands clutched the gravel below.

It hurt. Oh god did it hurt. But she had no time to really take it in before she found herself being hauled to her feet by non other than Clint. He'd all but dragged her back to the quinjet, and Natasha had collapsed onto one of the seats doing everything possible to swallow back the sobs she knew were desperately trying to escape.

She didn't know what happened. She doesn't know what went wrong, even now after making it back to the Avengers compound. She'd fallen from further heights before. More times than she could even count and every single one of them she'd come out completely unscathed. Not a single bruise on her.

She stares down at the bruised and swollen appendage with a look of distaste on her face, eyes stinging with tears she refuses to let fall. How could she have been so stupid?

You rush into the compound slightly winded, skin clammy with sweat as you head straight towards the medbay. You'd been in the middle of dinner when a phone call from Clint had halted you mid task. It was Natasha. She'd fallen and had hurt herself in the process. She wouldn't let anyone near her, not even the doctor on call.

You hadn't waited for further details before you were grabbing your things and scrambling out of the house. Natasha was hurt. She was alone and you had to get to her. You were pretty sure you break several laws doing so in fact.

You hadn't been dating for long. A little over six months perhaps so the honeymoon phase was still very much in progress. You spent practically every waking moment together with the exception of missions and such, and you knew full well you'd never loved anyone as much as you'd loved her.

That very L word had yet to be spoken aloud however, because despite how much you clearly adored one another, she was still Natasha, and Natasha's walls were built so high you sometimes feared you'd never be able to tear them down. There were moments though. Moments when you see that soft gaze and hoped that one day, she'd let you have her completely.

When the medbay door comes into view, you hasten your pace slightly until your hand was pushing on the handle and you were stepping inside. The sight that greets you all but breaks your heart. There Natasha was, sat on the large medical bed clad in only her tactical suit that was half off and tied around her waist. Her leg was elevated in front of her, bruised and swollen beyond recognition and your stomach all but clenches at the sight.

What breaks you further was the look on her face. She looked small, so scared, and when those green irises meet your own, they immediately become shiny with tears. Instinct alone seemingly has her reaching for you, and you don't hesitate to comply with her silent plead. You cup her cheeks first, thumbs tenderly grazing over the soft skin. That seems to be permission enough alone for the dam to break, the first hot tear of what you suspect would be many streams down her cheek leaving a wet trail in its wake.

"Oh baby, it's okay." You murmur as you bring her into your arms, her hands immediately scrambling for purchase and clutching the material of your shirt at the small of your back. You cup the back of her head, pressing your lips against the slightly tangled and sweaty tresses. "You need to let them look at you okay?" You find yourself somewhat pleading as you run your hand up and down her back, but Natasha simply let's out a choked sob as she shakes her head.

Her hands tighten around you, almost as though she was terrified you were going to push her away. In a desperate attempt to sooth her fears, you tighten your arms around her trembling frame and take a small step closer to the bed. It was a few minutes later before you dare to speak again.

"Baby, you're hurt. Please." But Natasha's almost silent cries seem to grow slightly in volume, and you decide it would probably be best to give her a few moments. You continue with the gentle ministrations against her back, your lips pressing continues tender kisses against the top of her head and to any part of her body you could reach from your current position. Her body soon becomes still, and you crane your neck slightly to peek down at her.

Her eyes were red and bloodshot, nose tinged red and cheeks soaked with tears. Feeling your own throat constrict at the sight of seeing your girlfriend so upset, you give her hip a gentle pat to get her attention. In response, you get an almost timid hum of acknowledgment.

"Would you let them fix you up if I held you?" This wouldn't be the first time Natasha had allowed you to hold her. In fact, behind closed doors, she was quiet the snuggle bug contrary to popular belief. It had taken a while for her to get to the point though. When you first started dating, simply resting a hand on her arm without warning appeared to be too much, and she'd often flinch away without really meaning to.

She'd always apologise though, eyes shy as she'd cautiously reach for your hand to encourage it back to her body, and you'd comply with her silent implication, using the pad of your thumb to trace gentle circles on her skin making sure your hand remained within her line of sight at all times.

It took many months if trial and error, mainly on your side, to get her to the point of being comfortable enough with affection, and now, a part of her body always has to be touching your own, and she was always the little spoon when it came to cuddling.

Her favourite position, however, was laying completely on top of you with her head nestled just beneath your chin. Her legs would curl up on either side of your hips, and she'd spend hours in your arms if you let her, hands clinging to your shirt whilst your own would slip beneath her sweater and simply rest on the bare skin at the small of her back.

Outside closed doors however, she couldn't be more different. The most she accepted was hand holding and the occasional kiss on the cheek or forehead, and even then it wasn't often. It was why you were so wary of asking despite the fact you knew it was the only thing that would sooth her.

Natasha remains silent for a while, so long in fact you feared you may have said the wrong thing. But then you feel it. A timid nod against your chest, and you knew then she must be in some pretty horrific pain.

"Okay, hang on tight angel." You murmur after pressing another kiss to the top of her head, coaxing her arms to wrap around your neck as opposed to your waist. Once you were sure she was hanging on, you slip an arm beneath her legs and situate the other around her waist. You then, for the first time in your six month relationship, lift your girlfriends body up into your arms.

It was no secret that Natasha was petite, and it was also no secret that should she allow it, you could lift her with absolutely no issues. But Natasha wasn't the kind of person who lets herself be coddled to that extent, even behind closed doors, so you take a few moments to relish in the feeling of holding her like this knowing you may never get the chance to again.

She was lighter than you anticipated she'd be, and the way she clings to you has you falling all the more in love with her. A few quiet moments pass before you turn and gently ease yourself down onto the spot she'd just vacated, the red head sat comfortably on your lap with her legs sprawled out on the bed next to you. Her upper body twists slightly as her arms curl up in between both your chest, and she hides her face in the juncture of your neck before you could really get a good look at the current emotion on her face.

With the knowledge of how hard this must be for her, you allow her to remain hidden in her little safe space as you murmur gentle words of encouragement into her ear, one arm holding her close to you whilst the other rubs gentle circles across the length of her back.

It was only after her nod of consent a few minutes later do you finally allow the doctor into the room, and just like you had suspected, her ankle was well and truly broken. Natasha doesn't utter a single word as her ankle was casted, nor when asked about her pain on a scale of one to ten so you take it upon yourself to answer for her and listen to whatever instructions the doctor throws your way.

An hour later, it was all over, and it was just you and Natasha again. Your lips quirk up into a gentle smile when she finally peaks her head out of your neck, letting out a quiet huff at the sight of the massive, bulky cast on her leg. It went from her toes all the way up to just below her knee. She turns to you, a pout on her lips, and you tenderly lean up to kiss it away earning yourself a shy, yet genuine smile.

You secure both hands against her hip and give her a gentle squeeze before speaking.

"Are you ready to head home?" The pad of your thumb slips beneath her tank top, grazing gently against the bare skin of her hipbone.

Natasha doesn't hesitate to nod her head, a soft exhale slipping from her lips and hitting the skin of your neck leaving a pleasant sensation in its wake. You give her another soft squeeze before beginning to rise to your feet with her in your arms with the intention of grabbing a wheelchair.

"Me too. Let me to grab-"

Before you could even begin to lift your butt from the bed, a small no slips from Natasha's lips prompting you to look up at her up at her with your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Baby, you can't walk." You regretfully inform, but Natasha shakes her head again. Her lips part, and you wait for her to tell you the problem but not a single syllable seems to want to escape her lips. She lets out a deep, slightly frustrated sigh before trying again, clutching the material of your shirt in her hands in what you knew was her attempt at keeping you sat. You comply, knowing that whatever she was trying to tell you must be important if it was so hard for her to say,

"I.." she trails off, letting out another sigh before shaking her head, "No wheelchair." She mumbles, her voice holding an air of finality despite its quiet tone.

"Nat," you try, but she cuts you off with another shake of the head.

"No. No wheelchair. I want...will you..."

"Will I what baby?" You soften your tone slightly, giving the side of her thigh an encouraging squeeze.

Natasha looks down at her lap, her quiet, almost bashful voice filling the room just moments later.

"Carry me."

It was said so unsurely, so hesitantly you feel your throat constrict with the onslaught of tears. Pushing them back, you reach up and cup both her cheeks before pressing a gentle kiss to the spot just between her eyebrows.

"Of course I'll carry you, angel." You reassure, and Natasha flushes a light shade of red when your lips move down to meet her own in a tender kiss. That doesn't stop her from reciprocating however, and she does so without hesitation, her hands rising to cling to the shirt situated either side of your waist.

After a few moments, you force yourself to pull away knowing you'd never make it back home if this were to continue. Natasha pouts, and you can't help but playfully nip at her bottom lip as you rise to your feet with her cradled in your arms. That earns you a quiet giggle, and your stomach flutters at the sound as you somehow find it within you to temporarily set her down so you could pack up her things.

Once everything was stored away in her ops bag, you temporarily set it aside before heading back over to Natasha. You bend with the intention of lifting her up again the same way you had before, but before you could so do, she leans forward and wraps her arms around your neck.

Your hands rest on her sides for only a moment before her intentions become clear, and with a soft kiss to her neck in acknowledgment, you slip a hand beneath each of her thighs and lift her slight frame up into your arms. You bounce her up slightly before bringing both arms down to rest underneath her behind, easily supporting her weight in your arms as you bend to grab the discarded ops bag and throw it over your shoulder.

As silly as it sounded, she fit absolutely perfectly in your arms, and you knew for a fact  holding her like this was going to be your new favourite thing. Her chest was flush against your own, arms secure around your shoulders as she buries her face into your neck. You smile at the feeling of the tip of her nose grazing against your skin.

"Ready baby?" You give her behind a few soft pats, and all Natasha was able to give you was a sleepy hum of content.

Your heart melts at the sound.

"Okay, angel. Let's go home."

**

It took a little more time than intended but I finally got this finished. I’d love to hear your thoughts!!

[wandussyfantasy]

Office Fantasy

Request from AO3: this was mind blowing-ly awesome, please add another part. maybe in the office like nats fantasies but wanda walks in half way through idk just a thought but another part would be awesome

Pairing: WandaNat x G!nReader

Summary: Natasha is tired of waiting for the next invitation. She takes matters into her own hands.

WARNINGS:

18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ & DO NOT INTERACT!!!

switch!reader, top!Wanda, bottom!Nat, gender neutral reader with a penis, oral r giving, threesome, adult toys use, overstimulation, mention of a peeping-tom, just the tip.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

You are sitting at your desk, stressed out about the workload you have returned to. You knew that taking over a month off of work for a honeymoon was going to bite you in the ass when you returned, but how could you turn down such a generous gift from your boss? Now, you wonder why she ever offered such a thing in the first place. Curious if she was just setting you up for failure because Wanda hasn't invited the woman back to the bedroom since that night. 

In your wife's defense, both of your families invaded your home to finalize wedding details. Neither of you were okay with it until the honeymoon. The months that your families were in town, it was almost impossible to get enough time to be intimate with each other. Which made the honeymoon all the better. The two of you were fucking like animals and the orgasms were phenomenal. Wanda was even considering implementing a sexual fasting at least once a year. But, she hasn't made up her mind on that yet. 

“Excuse me,” Natasha's assistant, Maria Hill, calls your name from your doorway. “Ms. Romanoff has requested that you meet her in her office immediately.” You drop your pen and rise out of your seat, asking what files she needs you to have handy. “This isn't a case review, it's a performance one. All she needs from you is, well, you.”

Your heart jumps in your throat as you follow the assistant through the office building to Natasha’s office. You adjust your tie along the way nervously as you play out every negative scenario. The kind where you get fired or demoted or lose a case to someone else in the office or you find out you made a colossal and irreversible mistake. With heavy feet, you enter her office. 

“Please, have a seat,” Natasha says. You follow the direction. “Ms. Hill, please redirect all calls to voicemail and you're free to leave for the day.” 

“Oh!” Maria is surprised, she has never been allowed to leave work early and today happened to be the perfect day for it. “Okay, thank you Ms. Romanoff.” 

“Shut the door please,” Natasha calls after the woman who quickly returns to pull the heavy wooden door shut. Your boss lands her eyes onto you now. You tense up under her gaze until you recognize the desire in her eyes. “Do you know why I called you in here?” she tilts her head with a smirk. 

“I have a few ideas, but I will just let you tell me,” you respond, playing with the end of your tie. 

“Well, I’ll make it simple,” she leans over her desk to give you the view of her cleavage. Her breasts were being pushed together by her bra and tight shirt, it made you want to titty fuck her. “I miss your cock,” she states. 

You clear your throat as you feel the mentioned body part twitch in your pants. “I hadn't realized you wanted more from me.”

Natasha rolls the chair out from under her and struts around the desk. With a swift motion, her pencil skirt is falling to the ground and she hops onto the front of the desk with her legs open. Giving you a full view of her glistening pussy. You gulp as you watch her. You scramble for your phone and snap a quick picture and send it to Wanda. 

Within seconds you receive two messages. Do it and I’m on my way. “Did the Mistress give you permission?” Natasha asks as she reaches over to pull you closer by your tie. 

“Yes ma'am,” you set your phone on the desk next to her bare thigh. “She’s on her way.” 

Natasha kisses you, “Thank you.” 

You kiss her back and finally run your hands up her thighs. Her skin is warm and smooth and soft. In the kiss, Natasha undoes your tie and a few buttons on your shirt. You trace patterns on her thighs as you tease her pussy. Only barely touching her. Making her try to move closer to your fingers. Finally, you stop kissing her lips to kiss other parts of her. You kiss her neck, the tops of her breasts, her hands, her thighs, anywhere that you can place your lips. Until you put your mouth on her pussy. You kiss the lips first, causing a hitch in Natasha's breath. She is leaning against her hands on the desk to give you more access. You lick her and hum your approval of her taste. The vibration makes her squirm. It's been so long, you didn't think you missed her until now.

You don't put all of your focus on eating her out, just in case Wanda doesn't want Natasha to cum before she gets here. You move your tongue in lazy motions but she is enjoying finally being touched in so long that her body is more sensitive. As you work on her, you undo your pants. You sigh in relief when you've pulled your cock out. You stroke yourself to get fully hard as you continue to eat your boss out on her desk. She has her hands in your hair as she pulls you closer. “Yeah baby, like that, fuck I'm close!” Natasha tried to replace you and Wanda but the two of you have ruined her for anyone. She needs you and your wife. No one makes her feel the way the both of you do. 

When you are ready, you pull your mouth away from her and scoot your chair away. “You can't cum yet,” you tell her. “Not until the Mistress says so,” you kiss Natasha's pouting lips. “You’ll be a good girl for her, won't you?” You caress her cheek and she leans into your comforting touch. 

“Yes, master,” she says and this is the first time this word has been used to address you. It made you tingly and your dick twitch. You enjoyed being on this side of things. Yes, you love Wanda's dominance, you will submit to her no matter what. But having your boss submit to you right now has awoken something new and desirable inside of you. 

To reward Natasha for helping you discover this side of you, you line your cock up at her entrance and slowly ease yourself in. Starting with only the tip. She is warm and tight around the head of your cock. You groan as you find your control. You have to wait for Wanda, you try to remind yourself. You continue to tease her entrance with only the sensitive tip of your cock. Natasha starts to gyrate her hips in hopes of getting more of you to slip in but you maintain your control. When you hear the secret knock you and Wanda came up with, you enter Natasha all of the way and hold yourself there for a second. Finally releasing air that you didn't realize you were holding in. She has her hands on your back to keep you close to her. “Finally,” she whispers.

The knock occurs again and you pull all of the way out of Natasha, much to her dismay. You grab your coat and wrap it around your waist as you answer the door. You lock it once Wanda has entered. She pushes you up against the large wooden door and kisses you hard. “Is she ready for me?” Wanda asks as she bites her bottom lip. 

“Of course, Mistress. She's pretty close to finishing,” you report while you stroke your cock. 

“Good,” Wanda says and kisses you again. She takes over stroking your cock and you sigh happily as you prefer her soft hands. “Let’s not keep her waiting,” she says as she pulls you by your cock over to Natasha's desk. “Fuck her for me, love.” Wanda whispers into your ear. You nod as you put both hands on Natasha's desk next to her naked thighs. Wanda puts her hand on Natasha's thigh and caresses each one. “Open your legs a little wider, honey. Give them more room.” Natasha nods as she does as she's told and spreads her legs more. 

You let Wanda take your cock to guide you back into Natasha's pussy. And once you're inside, you begin to fuck her as slow and hard as you can in this position. Wanda takes Natasha's face in her hands and kisses her hard on the mouth. You moan at the sight and the way Natasha's walls clench around you because of the kiss. She had it bad for you and your wife. While she kisses her, Wanda takes Natasha's hand and puts it on her clitoris. “Touch yourself,” she whispers against her lips. Natasha nods and stimulates her clitoris while you pump deep inside of her. Wanda moves her mouth to Natasha's breasts and you lose it at the sight of your wife sucking on your boss's boobs. You lean down and kiss Natasha and soon enough she is spasming, her walls are tight around you, and her juices are spilling out of her. 

You pull your cock out of her and Wanda puts her mouth on Natasha's pussy. Giving her no break from the pleasure. Over stimulating the woman. She tries to pull Wanda off of her but she is weak as she is hit with another orgasm. Natasha falls limply against her desk as Wanda pulls away. Your wife steps back and undresses. She lays her naked body against Natasha's and she shakes her booty at you. Luring you to her. You kneel down and lick her wet pussy. Sticking your tongue inside of her every few seconds. Then you slip your finger inside of Natasha, making the woman spring back to life. Wanda smiles down at her and starts to kiss her again. Their lips sucking each other turns you on even more and you stop eating your wife's pussy. Normally, you'd wait for her to tell you what to do. But today, you're the Master. 

You enter Wanda with your big cock as she continues to kiss Natasha. You pump inside of her for a little bit before you pull out and enter the hole underneath her. Natasha yelps at the unexpected penetration. You do this switching between their holes until you feel yourself getting close and you slam your hips into your wife and unload everything inside of her. 

Panting heavily, you pull out of Wanda and fall back into the chair. “Fuck, this isn't how I saw my day going,” you laugh to yourself as Wanda and Natasha are focused on each other. You watch them as they kiss and finger each other on top of the large desk. Wanda steps away and reaches for something in her bag. It's her strap-on. She puts it on Natasha's body and the woman looks at her curiously. Wanda beckons her with her finger over to the large windows of the office that look out into the city. 

Wanda pulls Natasha close as her warm body lands against the cold glass. “Fuck me,” she says seductively. 

“Yes, Mistress,” Natasha says as she lines the dildo of your penis at your wife's entrance. You watch them in awe as Wanda wraps her legs around Natasha while she pounds into her. Your cock starts to harden at the sight and you stroke yourself while you continue to enjoy the view. Wanda and Natasha are sloppy as they kiss each other. Then Wanda makes eye contact with you and waves you over. 

You rise as you continue to stroke your cock and without being told, you enter Natasha. “Ooohh yeah,” you groan as you easily slip inside her dripping wet cunt. You slowly pull all of the way out so that she can feel every inch of you and then abruptly slam back in. You do this a couple more times before you stop. You look out the window to see the man that cleans the windows from the outside is watching from the lift. He has his dick out and he is stroking himself. Natasha notices next and freezes. 

Wanda, who was close to her climax, is frustrated by the two of you stopping. “What’s wrong?” She groans. Then she looks behind her and sees the man. She laughs, “Let him watch. It doesn't matter,” you and Natasha look at her shocked. “I’m almost there, come on now.” She rolls her hips in the strap on. Natasha starts to move and you shrug as well. Not caring about the peeping-tom anymore. Instead you redirect your focus to two gorgeous women in front of you and prepare for what's to come. 

The End.

[milfsloverblog]

hello! I love your Larissa fic and I was wondering if you would write for Jane Murdstone (ik she is a red flag but I’m colorblind) ? Jane and reader are in a secret relationship, maybe a oneshot about reader waking up in Jane’s bed after they spent the night together ? Some fluff and angst ? Thank you 🛐

A/N: Hi anon!! Thank you for your request, sorry it took me so long to write it. I’m in post con/post meeting Gwen depression lol. I hope this exceeds your expectations, I added some smut because why not ? Thank you again for the request <3

Unlace me (NSFW)

Jane Murdstone x fem!reader

TW: smut, internalised homophobia, Jane is a tw in herself

You could talk about it for hours, the feeling of waking up next to Jane for the first time. And yet it was indescribable.

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Jane had waltzed into your life a few months ago when her brother had married your Lady. You knew right away that she would be trouble, not only in your Lady’s household but in your personal life too.

What had struck you first was, of course, her height. When she had walked into the kitchen where you had been working to introduce herself, you looked up right in time to see her duck to get through the door. Her face had been hidden by her black bonnet and when she finally lifted her head, you dropped the whisk that you had been holding. Her cerulean eyes looked you up and down and the corner of her lips tugged into what you later learnt to be Jane’s way of smiling.

Your Lady had told you that Miss Murdstone would be living at the manor, ostensibly to relieve you of some of the housework. It didn’t make much sense to you as you’d never complain about the number of chores you had to do, but it was not your place to question your Lady’s decision. Quickly after that, the Murdstones siblings moved into the manor.

It didn’t take you long to realise that Jane Murdstone thought of herself as superior to you, and treated you more as her maid than a fellow housekeeper. And so you had found yourself, more often than not, caring for the tall woman’s needs. Not that you minded, you would be a fool to complain about tending to a woman like Jane.

You had been another kind of fool though, for your heart skipped a beat every time Jane’s eyes bored into yours and your knees went weak each time your name was on her lips. You still had a hard time admitting that you had fallen in love. Not only had you fallen for a woman, but a cruel one at that. One who only seemed to acknowledge you when she needed someone to brush her hair or unlace her corset.

But then again, you didn’t mind. You thought there was something deeply intimate in unlacing the woman’s corset, allowing her to close her eyes and take a deep breath as she stretched her back.

Jane rarely said a word as you helped her disrobe before leading her to the dressing table. You would take the pins off her hair and carefully brush through it, your fingers often lingering there for a second too long once you were done braiding it. And if Jane noticed, she never mentioned it.

Once that was done she would usually gesture towards the door, silently letting you know that your help wasn’t needed anymore. You would nod and leave the room, never forgetting to wish the woman a good night. Jane never answered, but as soon as you were out of the room her lips always spread in a small smile as her fingertips grazed her braided hair. Perhaps she was a foolish woman too.

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You knew that evening would be different as soon as the woman stepped foot inside the manor. You heard her climb the stairs two at a time and close her bedroom door a little too vigorously.

“Miss Murdstone ?” You called from the hallway, waiting for permission to walk in. After a few long seconds of silence, you decided to push the door open and walked inside the room. Jane was standing in front of the tall mirror, hands twisted in her back as she unsuccessfully tried to loosen up her corset. She was muttering something under her breath that sounded unintelligible to you, making her look like a crazy woman.

“Let me help you, I will unlace it.” You said as you took a few long strides, hands reaching for the woman’s back.

“Keep your dirty hands off me!” Jane immediately snapped at you, making your heart squeeze painfully in your chest. “I do not need your help. I do not need you, or anyone else for that matter!” She said nearly out of breath, hands still fumbling with the lacing on the back of her corset.

“Jane for Heaven’s sake! You will make yourself faint, let me help!” You said urgently, so urgently that you didn’t notice you had used her first name until she spun around to face you, her eyes wide and her face flushed.

“How dare you ?!” The tall woman spat the words out and raised her hand, making you flinch as you waited for her palm to hit your cheek.

Jane realised what she was about to do as soon as you flinched and her hand immediately dropped to the side of her body. You were scared of her. You were expecting her to hit you. And she almost had.

A strange feeling crept inside the woman’s chest, making her take a step closer to you.

I am so sorry, please forgive me. Jane wanted to say, but she was unable to. She’d never said those words before and they died in her throat before she even managed to push them out to you.

You watched as Jane’s brows furrowed, her mouth falling slightly open as she seemed to be searching for something to say. Her eyes were filled with something you’d never seen in them, something you did not think Jane Murdstone could feel. Remorse. Guilt.

“I love you.” You whispered barely audibly, eyes still locked on her face. You had no idea why you’d said it, but you did. You knew Jane thrived on power, and you had just given her the power to ruin your life with this simple admission.

And so you waited for her harsh and cruel words to hit you, for her to call you unnatural or deviant, but she didn’t. She let out a shaky breath and the next second her lips were crashing against yours.

It wasn’t soft nor sweet, Jane’s kiss was almost as demanding and almost as bruising as she was. You couldn’t help but wonder if she had wanted this for as long as you had, thought about you the way you had thought about her.

You grabbed her waist, your fingers digging into the fabric of her corset as you pulled the woman impossibly closer. Don’t let go, you wanted to say. But you wouldn’t take the risk to pull away from her lips to speak, too afraid to ruin this moment.

Jane eventually broke the kiss, her blue eyes searching for yours. “Speak.” the word came out sounding like an order and she cleared her throat, her voice softer when she added, “Tell me what you want, what this means to you.”

“You.” You answered, your hand moving to cup her cheek. “I want everything you are willing to give me. I have no idea what this means, I simply…want you.”

The older woman blinked a couple of times, taking in your words. When had anyone ever wanted her? She knew what people thought and said about her, most of it being true. But you, you’d always been nothing but nice to her, even when she rarely returned your kindness.

This isn’t right, Jane. You can not, you should not, the thoughts flooded the woman’s mind.

You could see the fight that was happening inside the tall woman and gently rubbed your thumb on her cheek. “Jane…” you whispered and her blue eyes bored into yours again. You got on your tiptoe and claimed the woman’s lips, making Jane’s hesitation wholly dissipate in an instant.

It was only a matter of seconds before Jane took control of the kiss again, her hands grabbing your waist to push you up against the wall.

Your heart started racing in your chest when you felt one of her hands bunching up your dress. You had never done anything like this before and by the look of it, Jane had way more knowledge on the subject than you did.

Her fingers grasped a handful of your hair, tipping your head back to latch her lips on your neck. You couldn’t hold back the whimper that passed your lips when her mouth sucked on a particularly sensitive spot behind your ear.

“You are such a sweet girl, offering yourself to me so easily.” She whispered in your ear, her hand slipping inside your knickers only to find you soaked. “Have you been thinking about this ?” She wondered aloud.

You felt dizzy, your head spinning when her fingertips grazed your clit. “Please-“ you whined, not even knowing what you were begging for.

“Please-“ Jane mocked you, a low chuckle escaping her throat.

“Look at me.” She demanded and you happily obliged, the tall woman relishing the way your eyes widened when she pushed two fingers inside you until she was in knuckle deep.

There was nothing like it, Jane thought, watching a woman being made love to for the first time. And to be the one making love to her.

You knew Jane was a passionate woman and the way she pulled and pushed her fingers in and out of you in a perfect rhythm only further proved it. And just when you thought it couldn’t get better, the older woman curved her digits inside you to rub on a spot that had you writhing against her in a couple of minutes.

“Can you feel it ?” She asked looking into your eyes. “The coil tightening inside you? How close it is to snapping ?”

You answered something unintelligible, your mind hazy from the incessant movements of Jane’s fingers inside you. All you could focus on were the sinful wet noises coming from between your thighs.

You felt something, yes, something growing inside you and on the verge of exploding. And for a second you feared that this is what dying felt like. Oh, what a beautiful way to go it would be, you thought, to die in the arms of the woman you loved and with her lips on your neck.

“I wish we could let the whole household hear you. What would your lady think knowing you are nothing but a depraved whore, fucking a woman under her roof…” Jane grinned, giving your collarbone a harsh nip.

To hell with your lady and the whole household, you’d let the whole world know you were in love with Jane Murdstone if only you could.

“Look at me, please.” You managed to say, feeling your core tighten around Jane’s fingers when her blue eyes locked with yours.

You threw your head back against the wall, the older woman’s name leaving your lips in a streak of moans as you came.

Jane didn’t let it show, but her heart swelled with a feeling she hadn’t felt in a long while, making her hold you a little closer as you came down from your high.

“I love you, Jane.” You repeated, a small giggle escaping your throat as you watched Jane’s cheeks turn a pinkish colour.

“Silly girl.” She simply answered with a shake of the head and turned her back to you. You quickly unlaced her corset and helped her out of her heavy black dress.

You expected her to dismiss you as soon as you’re done braiding her hair but instead, Jane turned around and unbuttoned your dress, leaving you in your underwear.

“Stay for the night.” You knew it was neither a question nor an offer, not that you would have declined anyway.

It felt weird, lying down next to someone else. Next to her. Next to the woman you loved. You wanted to ask what this meant, if there would be more moments like this, or if it had just been a one-time instance. But you stayed quiet, listening to Jane’s breathing becoming slower and evening out as she fell asleep.

“I love you.” You whispered, knowing the older woman couldn’t hear it this time.

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You watched as Jane’s eyes slowly fluttered open and it was the sweetest thing really, waking up next to the woman you loved. But it made you want to cry knowing it was morning and this moment wouldn’t last. In just a moment she would go back to being the cold and often cruel Miss Murdstone, and you would go back to being a housekeeper. But it didn’t matter, you thought, not now that you knew what it felt like to be kissed by her lips and touched by her hands. No, it didn’t matter anymore. You would walk through Hell and back for a chance to wake up next to her again.

[fenfyre]

Forbidden Fruit - Part I

The tavern was packed and dimly lit, a cacophony of scents and noises that was almost enough to give Chilchuck a headache. Good. Seated at the counter he let his gaze wander across the crowd while he waited for his order. No faces he recognized, no voices that stood out to him. Even better.

It was only after he had made absolutely sure nobody here would recognize him that he let his eyes flick over to the broad figure at the very back of the room. The man, occupying a table by himself, had not stopped staring at him since he entered the tavern and Chilchuck met his golden eyes for just a second before looking away again.

This was so unprofessional.

But Chilchuck would not be here if there were any other way to deal with the … situation. He tried. Gods had he tried. And failed. Better to get this over with here and now than to suffer through another endless mission with this unresolved thing between them. So when the innkeeper set down two heavy mugs of ale next to him he grabbed them and, with one last, steadying breath, headed over towards the table in the far back.

"Well, hello handsome", he grinned, almost shouting over the noise of the tavern. "You here all by yourself?" It was cheesy but that did not matter. He was not here to woo anyone, he just needed to set the scene.

"Uh", the man mumbled, still taller than Chilchuck even when seated. His eyes were big as they flitted across the room, then landed back on Chilchuck, brows creased just slightly. "I uh, suppose so. Yes?"

Chilchuck nodded both in agreement and to show he was pleased with the answer. He took a seat next to the stranger without waiting for permission, sliding just a bit too close on the bench as he set down both mugs.

"Good. You don't mind me inviting you for a drink, do you?"

Neither did he wait for an answer before he let his hand wander below the table where he found a thick thigh to squeeze. Scratching his nails across the rough fabric of the breeches and digging his fingers into strong cords of muscle. The single touch after months of self control was enough to have him half hard. But to his delight the tallman next to him was not faring much better, pale face flushing and eyes looking anywhere but down at him.

"I've seen you watching me from across the room", Chilchuck continued, nonchalant, as he reached for his mug and took a deep swig. The ale was sweet and left a refreshing, sour taste on his tongue as he swallowed. Slow and languid, savouring. Preparing himself for his next words. Too fast, but they were already clawing at the insides of his teeth and Chilchuck was impatient. Especially after that first touch left him yearning for more.

He squeezed again, noting a tremble to the thigh.

"So if you'd prefer to skip the drink ... I have a room upstairs."

For a moment the tallman was frozen, even his trembling thigh finding stillness. Then he grabbed the mug with both hands and emptied it with quick, greedy gulps. His thumb was still chasing a stray droplet down his chin when he set the mug down again moments later. Sucking the spilled ale from his thumb he looked down at Chilchuck, eyes wide, and nodded.

"I would enjoy that."

His breath was sour-sweet. Chilchuck wanted to climb him.

Not here, though. He mustered enough self control to retrieve his hand and slip out from behind the table. He did not have to look back as he headed for the stairs. The sound of hasty steps following him was enough.

~

The door to his room fell closed with a thud and immediately Chilchuck was pushed up against it as the tallman leaned down to devour him. The kiss tasted of sweet and sour ale, of copper and greed, and Chilchuck was hard pressed to meet it with the same fervour of nipping teeth and sliding tongues.

He had debated with himself about this for longer than he would like to admit, debated whether he should allow the tallman to kiss him tonight. But in the end he knew they needed to get everything they wanted out of this if it was supposed to work. That holding back and drawing lines would only cement the next, enticing thing to yearn for. Especially if the thing they were left yearning for was something as mouth watering as these kinds of kisses.

So Chilchuck leaned back with a low groan and allowed himself to be devoured, meeting that insistent tongue as best he could. Trying to ground himself his fingers curled into the fabric of the tallman's tunic, pulling himself up to meet the kisses with more leverage.

Then clumsy fingers found the buttons of his doublet and Chilchuck got distracted by the attempts to undress him. Soon his more nimble hands joined them and together they opened the buttons. The force with which his doublet was ripped from his body left him breathless, unsteady, and there was nothing he could do but comply when next his shirt was lifted over his head and flung to the side.

With their kiss interrupted golden eyes stared down at him, fiery and wanton. But when the tallman leaned closer again it was not for another kiss. It was to nuzzle his face into the crook of Chilchuck's neck, large hands coming to circle his bare waist as he inhaled deeply.

"Chil...", the tallman whispered between breaths, teeth finding the junction of his shoulder for a quick, harsh bite. "Chil, you smell so good ... taste ... so good..."

A hot shiver ran down Chilchuck's spine and for a second he was reeling. Then he let out a low hiss and slapped the back of his hand against the tallman's chest.

"Shut the fuck up, Laios", he reprimanded. "We don't know each other, remember?"

Above him Laios stiffened, then pulled back from his neck enough to throw Chilchuck an abashed look, eyebrows drawn together and lips curled tight.

"Right...", he murmured, eyes shimmering in the low light of the room. "Sorry..."

Something in Chilchuck's chest pulled tight at that look. When exactly had he gotten this ... soft for the other man? It did not matter. What mattered was that he solved this problem. That was something he could do. Something he always ended up doing. Solving problems.

He sighed, reached up to press his palm against Laios' chest. To keep him from diving down again any moment now.

"It's alright, I'll help you shut up", he said, glancing over at the bed. "Lie down."

Without pause or preamble Laios dropped to his knees right in front of Chilchuck, face alight with curiosity and an ever present readiness to please. Chilchuck almost choked at the sight, throbbing in his breeches at the relaxed implicitness Laios followed his order with.

"On the bed, idiot!", he hissed before Laios could continue and stretch out on the cold, hard ground for him. No questions asked, no hesitation. What was he supposed to do with that?

"Oh, uh ... yes, sir!"

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Part II

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The Boardroom 18+

Fic Summary: After your encounter with Bucky in his house you’re surprised to find out he’s your new boss. His assistant Mary is about to retire and he’s looking for a someone new to take the position. Another co-worker has her sights on the job but Bucky only has eyes for you, much to her chagrin.

A/N: Thank you for the support for part one and sorry it’s taken so long to post part two. I really wanted to get this right.

Warnings: SMUT 18+, oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected sex, sex in the workplace, unequal power dynamic, drama.

Word count: 2803

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“Y/N wait!” Bucky calls out as you leave the meeting room. You stop and turn around as everyone else files out. Angela gives you the evil eye as she walks past.

“Yes sir?” You say, not making eye contact.

“Please don’t do that. I’m so sorry, I had no idea you worked here.” He says.

“What happened between us will not happen again.” You say in a hushed voice. “I don’t want anyone to think I’m getting special treatment. I’m also going to invest in some blinds, it’s not appropriate for that to continue.”

Six weeks later

“Hey there y/n” your college Mary, Bucky’s personal assistant says as you’re pouring your morning coffee. “Do you have a minute to talk in my office?”

“Of course!” You say as you follow her. Her office is decorated in florals and pastels, very feminine but homely.

“Please shut the door hon.” Mary says, your stomach drops. Are you in trouble? You shut the door and proceed to her desk. “Take a seat.” You oblige and sit down, your heart pumping wildly and your palms beginning to sweat.

“Is everything okay?” You ask.

“Everything is wonderful actually, no one knows this yet but I’m retiring at the end of the month.” Mary says with a smile.

“What?!” You say open mouthed. “Why? And why are you telling me before anyone else?”

“Well… someone needs to replace me as Mr Barnes assistant and I wanted to offer the position to you before I announce.”

“Me?!” You ask, shocked.

“I’ve seen how much of a hard worker you are, even though you’ve not been here long. I see you take great care and pride in everything you do and that’s exactly what this job needs.”

“Doesn’t this need to go through HR first?”

Mary sighs. “I’d rather not, I already know that everyone who applies will get turned down.” You raise your eyebrow in question. “Angela set her sights on James the moment she found out he was taking over from his father. She would instantly put herself in the position, and attempt to put herself in his bed. He’s like my nephew and I just couldn’t let that harpy get to him.”

“If he wanted to bed her, then that‘s his decision.” You reply.

“He doesn’t want to y/n but she won’t take no for an answer, she’s tried to get her claws into him for the past three years when he’s attended company functions with his father. I really want you to take this job, not just because you’re a great worker but you’re also professional.”

“Can I think about it?”

Five days later

“Why did you pick her for the job? What has she got that I don’t?!” Angela pouts as she confronts Mary in her office after the announcement of her retirement.

“I would say it’s nothing personal Angela but that would be a lie. I made my decision, you need to respect it.” Mary replies as she folds her arms across her chest.

Angela scoffs, “We’ll see how long she lasts, Bucky can be SO demanding.” She smirks before exiting Mary’s office.

Mary let’s out a sigh before picking up the phone and dialling Bucky’s number.

“Barnes.” He answers.

“James we have a problem.”

“Let me guess, Angela?” He responds.

“She’s gonna make y/n’s life miserable…”

“Don’t worry, I have a plan.”

The next morning

“What’s this?” You ask as Bucky hands you a brand new smartphone.

“I’ll need to be able to get ahold of you at all times and all instructions and duties will come from this new number. If anyone tells you I’ve asked you to do something, you can ask me on this number. And don’t tell anyone about it, except Mary.”

“Why would…? Ah. Angela?” You ask. Bucky nods and leaves your office.

One week later

Bucky- I’m gonna need you to stay late tonight, we have a meeting.

You- How late?

Bucky- Meeting is at 8pm.

You’re thirty minutes early for the meeting, training as Bucky’s assistant has been gruelling but tonight, you have to set up the conference room. Having this meeting at 8pm means you skipped dinner to be here, it’s that important. If you can land this contract it will be a huge thing for the company, there may even be a pay rise in it for some of us.

You place your bag on a chair and get to work. You use the key to open the supply cupboard and take out a brand new pack of note pads and a new box of pens. You open the note pads and place one on the table in front of every chair and a pen on top of each pad. Next are the water glasses which you place around the table, the refrigerator in the corner of the room is stocked with bottles of water which will be distributed when the meeting begins.

You hear Bucky come into the office, so you quickly grab your bag and run into the ladies room. In the bathroom you change from flats into heels and check your hair. The elegant chignon from this morning has lost its setting so you decide to remove the clips, letting it loose and cascading around your shoulders. You grab my brush out of your bag and run it through your hair, the chignon has left your hair with a bouncy curl which looks really cute. You check your dress, making sure there are no stains on the white of the fabric. Once satisfied you grab a lipstick out of your bag and apply the dusky rose colour to your lips. You usually wear nude lipstick to the office but changed your bag this morning, leaving this colour as your only choice. The colour isn’t very bold which is great so it will do.

You exit the bathroom and head back to the conference room, passing by his office quickly. “Y/N?” You hear him call.

“Yes Mr Barnes” you reply from the conference room doorway.

“Can you please make sure there are note pads and pens around the table? And make sure you set out a place for yourself, I need you to stay and take notes for me.” He calls from his office.

“Pads and pens already set out sir and I’ll add a place for me.”

“Thank you!”

You head to your office and grab your iPad, taking notes on that will be much easier. Then you head back to the conference room and place it at the end of the table, opposite his place. You also get yourself a glass.

He walks into the room, looking at his phone “Y/N they’re arriving now, is everything...?” He trails off as he looks up at you, his mouth slightly gaped. “I’ve never seen you with your hair down at the office... pretty” That last word sounded like it should’ve been a personal thought but you don’t draw attention to it.

“Thank you sir. Is there anything else you need before the elevator arrives?” You ask. He shakes his head as you hear the ding and the doors open.

“James...” the first man exiting the elevator says, extending his hand to him.

He shakes his hand. “How are you Bob?” Several other people get out of the elevator behind Mr Kellerman, he always travels with an entourage.

“Can’t complain. Let’s get this show on the road shall we?” Mr Kellerman walks into the conference room and takes a seat in the middle of the table with his back to the window. His assistant Ms Deacon sits to his right and the other members of the party take seats around the table. You get up from your place at the table and get the bottles of water out of the refrigerator, handing them out.

You can feel someone looking at you, like their eyes are boring through you. You ignore it before taking a seat and opening the notes app on your iPad.

The meeting gets underway, you follow everything that’s being said, writing in code so you can interpret them later.

As you listen to Bucky speak, you realise how incredibly sexy his voice is, shifting slightly in your seat and noticing the dampness in your panties. You close your eyes and take a deep breath as you try to erase the thoughts of him slamming you up against the wall and taking you hard and fast out of your mind. You open your eyes and look up straight into his baby blues, you feel the dampness grow as your eyes lock, the small moan he lets out causing you to soak your panties.

You stand, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, may I be excused?” You ask.

He licks his lips and nods his head. You head to the bathroom, stepping into the stall and locking the door behind you. You lean against it, “fuck!” You whisper as you shimmy out of your underwear. You have no spares in your bag so you’re gonna have to go without underwear.

You throw the panties on the floor behind the toilet to collect later and flush, stepping out of the cubicle and washing your hands.

When you get back in the conference room, they all have beaming smiles. “What did I miss?”

He smiles at you. “We reached an agreement to combine our companies!” You smile and clap.

“That’s fantastic! I’m looking forward to working with you Mr Kellerman.” You respond as you shake his hand.

“I might have to steal your new assistant away from you James, she’s marvellous. And may I say very easy on the eye!”

“Y/N will be staying here Bob” he chuckles and waves goodbye, his fans following suit. The elevator doors close and Bucky lets out a huge sigh.

You’re already clearing up the table when he comes back in. Gasping at the sight of you bending over it. You hear footsteps behind you but you don’t turn, thinking he is going to help clean up.

He stands behind you, eyeing up your ass bent over the table. You move slightly on your feet and he moans. Thoughts race through your mind, should I? You take a deep breath and move back ever so slightly until your ass grazes him, you feel his erection straining through his pants. He groans and reaches out, grabbing your hips and pulling you to him. You gasp.

“Mr Barnes!” He thrusts his hips forward, jerking you upright. He spins you around and grabs the back of your head, possessing your mouth with his.

Your arms wrap around his neck as he kisses you, his tongue invading your mouth. You return his kiss as he grabs your ass, lifting you onto the table, opening your legs and moving between them. He shrugs out of his suit jacket and continues the kiss, loosening his tie before removing it. Your fingers fumble with his shirt buttons, undoing them quickly, eager to get him shirtless. You pull his shirt off of his shoulders and throw it across the room. Then unbutton his pants, pushing them down, freeing his raging hard on. He steps out of them and moves them out of the way.

Bucky’s hand slips up your dress, he moans as he finds you bare pussy, wet and ready. He pulls you to your feet and reaches around to the back of your dress to undo the zipper, slipping it down your arms and watching it fall to the floor below you. He lifts you back onto the table and kicks the dress away, his hands caressing your breasts as he kisses you again.

He pushes you onto your back and kneels, coming face to face with your dripping cunt. He blows gently, making you sigh in pleasure, then kisses your inner thighs. Before placing his entire mouth over your mound, sucking hard. You moan and groan, your head rolling side to side as you play with your breasts.

Bucky releases your pussy from his mouth and licks his lips. He opens you up with his fingers and flicks his tongue over your hard bud. “Ohhhhh... fuck!” You moan out, as his tongue continues it’s relentless flicking over your clit. You can feel an orgasm building deep inside you, your pussy creaming at the thought of an orgasm. He takes your clit between his lips and sucks, gently flicking his tongue over your bean. Your hand reaches down and grabs the back of Bucky’s head, grinding your pussy on his face, chasing your orgasm. It hits hard, making your hips jerk involuntarily and your toes curl. You ride the waves of pleasure, body convulsing in climax, his tongue still licking as the spasms subside.

Bucky stands, evidence of your orgasm running down his chin. You sit up and pull him to you, kissing him passionately, tasting yourself on his kiss.

You jump down off the table, your juices running down your legs as you kneel in front of him. Licking the precum off of his cock, then lifting his cock up to lick from his balls up the underside of his cock to the tip and back down again. You repeat that three times before taking his cock in your mouth, taking it to the back of your throat. His hand grips the back of your head and holds you in place as he shoves his cock in and out of your mouth. He groans as you suck his cock, he grabs ahold of your hair and pulls you to your feet.

Bucky spins you around, bending you over the table and wets the tip of his cock with your slick before sliding inside you. He grabs your hips and begins moving in and out. Your breasts are pressed against the table, hands splayed out in front of you as his hips thrust hard, he grunts as you use your inner muscles to squeeze around his cock.

That releases Bucky’s inner beast and he reaches out with his left hand to grab your hair, pulling you back into him hard. His right hand spanking your ass, leaving red hand prints as his relentless fucking almost splits you in two. You moan again and again as he pounds you, he reaches around to grab you throat making you cum hard around his cock. He chokes you as his fucking becomes primal, you can tell he’s seconds away from coming.

“Fuck me Sir!” You shout, he growls as his orgasm hits and he shoots his load into you, before it drips out and onto the conference room floor.

He turns your head to kiss you, breathing hard. “Well... that was unexpected”

You giggle. “Yes it was Sir” He spins you around and pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your back. Compared to how he just fucked you, this was intimate, sweet.

“I’d like to do that again if you’re interested.” He says as he places a kiss on your forehead.

“Now?” You ask.

“No not right now, but again. And again.” He says as he bends to pick up his pants and your dress. He throws your dress onto the table next to you.

“We really shouldn’t!” You reply, “Even if I really want to.” He smiles and get begins to get dressed. You sit on the table and watch him before starting to get dressed yourself.

“I’ve changed my mind...” Bucky says. You sigh, disappointed. “Yes now” You look confused. “I’m going to fuck you again, right now!” He grabs the dress out of your hands and throws it to the end of the table and steps between your legs. He grabs your head and kisses you deeply as he spears your still dripping pussy with his cock.

You let out a moan, he grabs your arms and wraps them around his neck, then your legs around his waist.

“Hold on tight!” He says as he begins thrusting his hips hard, making you bounce off the table. He kisses you passionately as he pounds into you, chasing his orgasm...

TO BE CONTINUED

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Pretty as a Picture

Abby Anderson x shy!artist!fem! Reader

Okay so this is the first fanficton I’ve written in a quite while, don’t expect this to be a normal occurrence lol. I’m only writing this because it’s an idea that I had that needed to be written into existence 😭 (also side note this turned out to be longer than I anticipated 💀) so enjoy!

This wasn’t the first time you’d been assigned with Abby for a patrol; yet every time you were assigned with Abby you got nervous jitters, butterflies in your stomach, heart aching, and mind racing about being around her.

You couldn’t help it, she was single-handedly the most attractive woman you’d ever met. Her strong, secure, and powerful persona made your knees and heart weak. Along with her well-built muscular figure, cute freckles that adorned her face and toned arms, and the rare times when she did smile made you melt.

So when you found out you were assigned on a patrol with her in the morning? You couldn’t help but be giddy with excitement.

You stripped out of your clothes until you were in your tank top and underwear, leaving the rest of your clothes neatly laid out on a chair next to your bed for in the morning. You lit a candle on your nightstand for light, shifting to your black-leathery worn cross-body bag you took everywhere with you, searching for your sketchbook and pencil. You smiled to yourself as you found them, closing the bag and placing it at the foot of your bed. You wanted to see if you were able to draw Abby without her as a reference.

I probably should be going to bed though..is it creepy to draw someone you barely talk to without their knowledge?..

You shook the thought, opening your sketchbook and gliding the pencil on the paper as you recalled memories of being around Abby. Her strong and beautiful features, freckles that danced around her pale skin, cute lips and nose, and powerful blue eyes that bore right into your soul.

A half hour of sketching later, you were still unhappy with the results. It just doesn’t look right you thought. You pursed your lips in frustration as you shoved your sketchbook and pencil back into your bag, hoping that tomorrow there would be a window of opportunity to draw Abby when you were with her, when she wouldn’t notice.

The last thing you needed was to embarrass yourself in front of Abby. What if she saw it and thought you were a total creep? Drawing her without her knowledge or permission? You couldn’t have that.

You tried your best to shut down all negative thoughts as you blew out the candle you lit, drops of white wax now littered around the candle holder. You plopped your head against the pillow, closing your eyes, waiting for sleep to take you.

You woke up the next morning as your alarm blared. You were lucky enough to have one, this one you found on a patrol a few months ago. The clock read 4:30 AM as you shut off the loud noise, quickly getting out of bed and getting dressed. Normally you would have been tired, especially considering you had only gotten 3 hours of sleep but all you could think about was Abby, aching to be around her. You dreaded being late, as you didn’t want Abby to think of you as an unreliable slacker. No, you wanted Abby to see you as you saw her.

You brushed your hair and made yourself look presentable, making sure you didn’t smell and that you were decently clean. You grabbed your cross-body bag and put on your boots, heading out to the spot you said you’d both meet.

You were supposed to just look around the area for supplies and infected, nothing really special. Soon enough you saw Abby standing tall by the spot you said you’d both meet.

The sun wouldn’t rise for another half hour so it was still slightly dark out, but luckily you had your flashlight with you.

“Ready to go?” Abby’s powerful voice rang through your ears, already making you feel weak with want for her. You nodded your head, smiling slightly up at her as she nodded. You both started walking, not saying much of anything, just enjoying hearing the trees rustle in the wind, birds chirping around you along with crickets and cicadas.

Abby walked slightly ahead but still beside you, making it easier to look at her without her knowing. You couldn’t help but stare, but little to your knowledge she knew your eyes were on her. She smirked a little and narrowed her eyes back to you, making your face engulf in a pink blush.

You look away quickly, pretending there was something oh so interesting up above you, trying to look anywhere but at her. She chuckled to herself, making you blush even harder. “W-what’s so funny?” You mentally punched yourself for saying that aloud, but your mouth spoke before you could even think about what you were saying.

“Hmm..it’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

About an hour passed but with little luck. You both found a small abandoned convenience store that had a bottle of rubbing alcohol, some large bandaids but most importantly some bottled water, but that was it. You both stopped by a cliff side that had 2 decaying logs laying across from each other as seats, both talking one of the bottles of water and sitting separately.

As Abby stared out into the cliff side, you took notice how the warm morning sun lighting up her features made her look so breathtakingly beautiful. You took out your sketchbook and pencil, flipping to a blank page and started sketching. It’s now or never you thought.

Abby hadn’t said much, aware of the fact that you were drawing something but didn’t ask you about it, just letting you do your own thing. But it wasn’t until she noticed your glances up at her every so often that made her intrigued in what you were drawing.

You both sat silently for about 15 minutes, Abby making use of the time by cleaning her weapons, pretending not to notice your eyes scanning her features every once in a while. But while you were engaged in sketching, she silently got up and crept behind you, making sure to be dead silent with each step. As she got behind you and leaned towards your figure, you almost had a heart attack hearing her voice behind you.

“Whatcha drawin’?”

She had a smug smirk plastered on her face, face inches from yours as you nearly jumped out of your seat. You quickly looked at her, arms clutching your sketchbook to your chest and face red with embarrassment as your mouth hung open in shock. You tried to say something but you couldn’t, so you averted your eyes and shyly handed your sketchbook to Abby. She took it from you and her eyes immediately widened as her face grew red and mind raced.

How the fuck did she draw this so quickly? I look like a fucking goddess!! And she captured my facial features and muscles so good??

It was confident to say that you left Abby Anderson speechless that day. But while her mind was racing with thoughts of holy fucking shit this is amazing, you thought her mind was raving about how much of a creep you were. You grew more and more nervous with each passing second, starting to regret drawing her until Abby finally spoke up.

“I..I don’t know what to say..” She chuckled and had a slight smile on her face, still engaged in your talent.

“Do..do you think I’m creepy? I’m sorry I drew you without permission, it’s just that-“ She cut you off.

“What?? Are you kidding me? I absolutely love this. You’re artwork is insane, you captured me perfectly.”

You jolted your head up at her words, looking into her eyes for any sort of doubt, but you found none. She was being genuine, and her smile made your heart melt along with her complements. “You really think so?” You also smiled up at her.

She nodded and sat down on the log next to you, looking back at the sketch. “What compelled you to draw me anyway?” Abby asked you, looking at you with a soft smile.

“I..um…I..uh…“ You couldn’t say it. You couldn’t spit out the reason you drew her! You couldn’t just casually say you drew her because she was the hottest woman on Earth even though it was true and what you were thinking. You blushed and looked away, trying to come up with a believable fib but before you could, Abby spoke up.

“Ohhh, I see..you have a crush on me, don’t you?” She smirked at you, inching closer to your face, looking at you up and down with half lidded eyes.

You weren’t expecting Abby to be so forward. You couldn’t even look her in the eyes, just mindlessly looking at the floor and toying with the strands of your hair nervously. That was until she lightly grabbed your chin and made you meet her gaze. You looked at her with wide eyes, lips parted and cheeks pink with embarrassment.

“I asked you a question, pretty girl..you gonna answer it?”

Your face was pink before, but now tomato red at what Abby had called you. Your heart felt like it was going to thump out of your chest but you managed to stutter out a sentence that was barely over a whisper.

“I-um..I do..have a..crush on you, Abby.” You could barely keep your voice steady as you said it, eyes still looking into hers. She just smirked at you and looked you up and down, letting go of your chin but inching her face closer.

“Hmm..that’s what I thought when I kept noticing your eyes on me. You’re not very sneaky about it y’know.”

She was so close to you. All your senses were flooded with the smell of her pine soap you loved so much.

“Um, sorry about that..I couldn’t help it.”

“You couldn’t help but stare at me? That’s cute. Why? What’s so interesting about me?”

She was so straightforward it was driving you crazy. Did she really expect you to answer a question like that??

Yes, she did.

“I..well..that’s a hard question to answer. There’s a lot of things about you I like..but, if I have to be honest, I’ve never met someone as captivating as you.”

You couldn’t believe you said it. You looked away in embarrassment, toying with your hands, face flushed as your heart felt like it was going to explode for the millionth time.

“Well, I think you’re pretty captivating yourself. You’re cute, and you draw really damn well. I’d like to get to know you better, if that’s okay with you.”

Abby got up from the log you both were occupying and grabbed her backpack, swinging it up onto her shoulder. You looked up at her and smiled warmly.

“I’d like to get to know you too.”

[rjmartin11]

Faded Love: Epilogue

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: After finding out about Elvis infidelity, you decide to have one final decision before you walk out the door for good.

Word Count: ???

Warnings: The End

Author's Notes: I'm so surprised at the response to the mini series I had. Thank y'all so much for the outpouring of love! I keep trying to retire, but the ideas just keep coming flowing! Thank you again, and if you like this epilogue, like, comment, follow, and repost!

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One year later...

You wake up to the sunlight shining in your face. You welcomed the day, shaking off the faded dream of last year. It's been an entire year, and yet the past somehow decides to sneak up on you in peaceful moments.

.....

You moved back into Graceland immediately. Elvis kept his promise and took care of you when he wasn't on the road. He helped you bathe and pick out your clothes. Anytime you felt unattractive, Elvis would massage your feet and kiss you all over your body. Sometimes, he would get carried away, which you didn't mind.

When he was on the road, he'd call you every night to tuck to in. You both would talk until you fell asleep on one another. You wake up to him serenading you. It was as if you started over again, and you loved it.

Elvis came home a day before your baby boy arrived. He was little, and he fit perfectly in your arms. You couldn't help but smile and cry at the beauty of him. He was like a mini Elvis with pretty blue eyes.

When Elvis came in to see you both, he was completely in awe of you and the baby. He's so stunned at the baby that he can't enter the room. He's frozen against the doorframe.

"My love, come meet your son," you told Elvis.

Without hesitation, Elvis walks to you both. It was as if he was waiting for permission to be with his family. Elvis gently places his hand on his sons head, placing a kiss on your head.

"He's beautiful, baby," Elvis whispers in your ear. "Thank you. So precious."

"And he's all our," you say. "What should we name him?"

"What were you thinking?"

"So many names so little time," you say, pondering all the names going through her mind. "I was thinking E.J. After his daddy."

"Elvis Junior? I don't know. There's a responsibility that comes with that name. I-I-I can't put that on little man. I love him too much," Elvis admitted.

"Good point," you agreed, gently rubbing the baby's back. "How about... Garon James Presley?"

Elvis looked at you, shocked at first. Them a smile graced his fatherly face. Garon was perfect. A piece of his twin brother would always be with his son.

"Y/N, baby. I love it. It's perfect."

"Little Garon is a perfect addition to the Memphis Mafia, don't you think?"

"Yes, Y/N. Exactly," Elvis said, kissing Garon's head.

You settled into being a mother perfectly. It was everything you ever wanted. It was the icing on top of a splendid life. Not that it didn't have its challenges, but you were up for it. Your boys needed you.

.....

You smile at the thought of that memory. Then you roll over to find yourself alone in the bed. Realizing that you overslept, you jump out of the bed and start looking for Elvis. It's pass time for Garon's feeding, and Elvis didn't wake you.

You run to Garon's room, but he's not in his crib. Downstairs is the next place you search for your son and husband. When you get to the bottom of the stairs, you hear the giggle of your three month old baby playing with his daddy. Elvis was made to be a father. He loved Garon so much and just wanted to spoil him. You lived for these moments. Seeing Elvis with Garon. His little partner in crime. It warmed your heart so.

You slowly enter the living room as Elvis tickles Garon's belly. Elvis looks up at you as you enter the room. Garon sees you and reaches for you with glee.

"Good morning, Mommy," Elvis says, smiling at you.

"Is it still morning, Daddy?" You ask.

Elvis looks down at his watch and looks back at you.

"Well, baby," he starts. "It's morning for you. It's fifteen minutes past noon."

Garon crawls to you, and you pick him up, kissing his little hands. Your handsome boy.

"Why didn't you wake up me?"

"You needed your rest, Y/N. There were two bottles in the frig. He's fine."

Garon cuddles against you, and you kiss his head. You rock him gently and sit on the floor next to Elvis. He kisses your lips.

"Elvis, if I haven't told you recently, I love you. I do. With all my heart. I don't believe anything can make life better at this moment."

Elvis whispers in your ear, "Let's make another baby."

You look at him sure by his statement. You are way past the six week period that your doctor gave you. Why not? You missed him in that sense.

"When?"

"When Garon is asleep."

"Fifteen minutes from now."

"Works for me," Elvis says, tracing your hard nipple.

"Okay," you say.

You leave the rest up to imagination. You know you're going to rock his world. Come on, baby number two!

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[lotties-ashwagandha]

may i request a part 2 to “pretty when you cry”? It was so good and i have to know what happens next if your willing to write it!!

PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY (part 2)

pairing: tai x van x reader

word count: 2833

notes and warnings: aaaaahhhhh. hope this lives up to yalls expectations lmao i had no inspo while writing but hey we see all the girls in this part so <3 only tw is cult mommy matthews tries to sacrifice us to the wilderness . not proofread.

summary: maybe you should read part 1 and then you’d know smh smh

You ran through the forest, tripping over branches and running into trees, but not stopping, never stopping. You could feel her behind you, her presence almost tangible, and though you got as far away from her as you could it never felt like enough.

Finally you reached the end of the forest and you were back at the edge of the compound. Spinning around to check that she wasn’t near, you took a moment to breathe and collect yourself. It had been a while since you’d run that far, let alone that fast, and it felt like your lungs had gone up into flames.

There was no sign of Taissa anywhere. It was as if she was never there in the first place.

Taking the opportunity of her absence as permission to stop running, you walked the rest of the way through the field of the compound, eventually reaching what you’d heard Lottie call the Sharing Shack. You tried the door, and seeing as it wasn’t locked you went inside, flipping the lock behind you.

You jumped when you turned and were faced with the other four women who had come to the wellness center. They were sitting in a circle around a small table, staring at you, taking in your disheveled appearance and labored breathing.

Lottie, who you hadn’t noticed was sitting in the corner, stood and came to meet you where you still stood at the door. Van was close behind, and in a moment you were trapped between the two of them and the door.

“Are you okay?” Van asked in a hushed voice, taking your hand. “Where’s Tai?”

You didn’t answer, not entirely sure what to say, how to describe what you had witnessed.

“It happened again, didn’t it?” Lottie asked. “She changed.”

You nodded. “She said I wasn’t supposed to know.”

“Know about what?”

Again, you weren’t sure what to say. You didn’t want a similar situation with the rest of them as you had just had with Taissa, but the only way you gained protection was by explanation, and you had no other choice. “What you did to Jackie,” you said, and both of them were silent. “And Javi… what happened to Travis and Lara Lee. I’m not supposed to know that it chooses.”

“It only ever wanted one of us,” Lottie said. “You’re an outsider. It feels threatened.”

You shook your head, shoving your way through the two of them and approaching the back exit of the shack. You hardly acknowledged the rest of the women sitting there, listening to the exchange. “You’re all fucking insane,” you accused. “I’m going home, I can’t stay here with all of this.”

“No, wait-” Van started, but you cut her off.

“I’m not going to listen to another one of your tangents about how Taissa isn’t in control of it, or how you think it’s some fucking forest god causing all of this,” you said, your voice calm but cold. “I listened to everything you told me, and I was fine with it. I agreed to let Taissa stay with us for a few nights even though she’s fucking crazy. I came with the two of you to join a damn cult! But I’m not going to get chased through the woods by someone you think is possessed who clearly needs serious help, Van.”

Van came toward you, watched you with a sense of defeat that you would have done anything to undo under different circumstances. “Just stay the night, please. Let us find Tai and make sure everything’s okay, and then in the morning if you’re still upset we can go back home.”

You shook your head, in disbelief. “We can go home? I thought you made it pretty fucking clear that it’s over for us, didn’t you? If not today, in a few months. Let’s make it easier on ourselves.”

You paused, turning to Lottie. “And you,” you accused, “if you even think of pulling something on me like you did with Natalie, I will call the cops. You can’t just kidnap people, that’s fucking deranged.”

You turned to leave, and you had just walked through the threshold and out into the rest of the wellness center when something sharp collided with the back of your head, and in a daze you were sent to the floor, consciousness flickering away until all you saw was darkness.

–

“Misty, you can’t do shit like that!”

“I was just trying to help!”

“Does it look like you fucking helped?”

A short pause. “Well, yes, actually. She looks a lot more peaceful like that.”

“Oh my god.”

“Save it, I’ve already heard it from the others.”

The first person sighed, and as you slowly gained consciousness you began to process the conversation, the voices. You forced your eyes open, and you were faced with the wood ceiling of a cabin. Someone was sitting at your bedside, and as the world began to come more into focus, you recognized who it was.

You jolted back, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. You pulled your legs to your chest, trying to get as far away from her as you could, everything she had done the night before flashing through your mind. How she had pulled a knife after accusing you of being an outsider. How she had attempted to kill you multiple times, only to sit at your bedside like nothing had happened the next morning.

“See, Tai? She’s fine, she’s awake,” Misty said, and you noticed her standing a few feet away. “I'll leave you two to talk.”

“No,” you said, a bit too loudly and a bit too quickly. You couldn’t risk being alone with Taissa after what had happened last time. “Misty, stay. Where’s Van?”

“With Bruce and Shauna in the barn.”

“Bruce?”

“The goat,” she said, as if it were obvious.

“Did you knock me out, Misty?”

She shrugged. “Yeah, no one else was going to.”

You sighed, shaking your head, turning back to Taissa. “Didn’t end up offing yourself in the woods?” you said sharply, and she sighed. “Eat any dirt? Climb any trees?”

“Stop.”

“No, you don’t get to say that after what you did last night.”

“I don’t know what I did,” she said, pleading, and you could see her desperation. You knew she wasn’t aware of what she did. But it had been so terrible to be stuck with the other her, to be so randomly assaulted, that still you couldn’t stop blaming her for it, couldn’t see past the night.

For a moment you softened. You weren’t sure if you believed in possessions, but you had always played along with it for Van’s sake, for Taissa’s. But even if it wasn’t a possession, if it was just Taissa, she couldn’t be blamed for things she had no control over, and it made you never want to tell her what she had done. You couldn’t make her life with the guilt of it.

But then again, she needed to know the extent of what had happened.

“You tried to kill me,” you said quietly, and she froze. “You took out a knife, and you tried to kill me.”

“I’m so sorry,” she said breathlessly, moving closer to you, but stopping when she saw you tense. “I don’t remember any of it, it wasn’t me, it was-”

“I know,” you said. “I don’t really want to talk about it right now.”

“You’re going to have to,” Misty said, and both of you turned to her. “If you’re going to convince Lottie, I mean.”

“Convince her?”

“Convince her not to kill one of us.”

“We have to give it what it wants,” Lottie said from the doorway.

You weren’t sure how long she’d been there. None of you had noticed her presence, certainly not Misty, who gave you an unsure glance before quickly leaving the cabin.

“I thought it felt threatened by you,” Lottie continued, speaking of the forest spirit. “Like I said, you’re an outsider, you’re not supposed to know what happened in the wilderness. But I think it’s more than that. I think it wants you.”

You sat back down on the bed, hardly breathing, panic beginning to overcome you. You thought of the stories Van had told you of what they had done to Jackie, what they had done to Javi, and it was almost enough to have you passing out again.

Noticing your panic, Taissa moved to sit beside you. You let what had happened the night before fade away as she pulled you into her arms — more than you needed retribution you needed her touch, the comfort of her embrace, and you were willing to give everything to have it.

“There’s no way to be sure, of course,” Lottie said, “unless we do it how we did before.”

“The cards?” You breathed, and she nodded. You felt Taissa’s arms tighten around you ever so slightly.

“Lottie, we can’t do this,” Taissa said, desperation evident.

“Are you volunteering? Because you know what happens if you resist the draw.”

She was silent.

“It will happen tomorrow,” Lottie decided. “All of my people will be gone, and we will do it in the woods.”

With that she left, and it wasn’t until a few minutes after that you realized you had been left alone with Taissa. Panic burned in your chest, and you took a quick survey of the room, trying to locate anything you could use as a weapon in case she turned again.

“You know I’m not going to hurt you, right?” Taissa said, noticing your anxious expression. “In the woods, I wasn’t… it wasn't intentional. I would never do anything to hurt you.”

But you did, you wanted to say, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. “We should leave,” you said quietly, taking her hands in yours. “We should get Van and leave. We can be gone before anyone notices and by tomorrow we can be across the country, we can start somewhere new and never have to think about this shit again. We can get Van a specialist, and you can see someone-”

“You know we can’t do that,” she interrupted. “Even if we get out of this, it doesn’t go away.”

“You don’t believe doing this ritual will fix anything, do you?”

She was silent, only shrugging, and you scoffed. It was ridiculous, all of it, and you weren’t about to go performing a human sacrifice to calm the anxiety of your girlfriend and her cult-inclined friends.

Taissa could see your apprehension. She put her arm around your shoulders, and you leaned into her embrace. “We do this, and I promise we can leave. We can go home, and we can get Van a specialist, and everything will be how it should be.”

“What if we get picked?” you asked quietly. “What if one of us draws the queen?”

You felt her tense, but that was the only tell of her building dread. For your sake she didn’t let it show.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” she said, “I promise.”

And it was the last time you could bring yourselves to talk about the ritual.

—

The seven of you stood in a circle, a bonfire burning brightly before you, smoke and the pressure of anxiety flooding your lungs as the entire world burned.

You clutched Van’s hand, grounded yourself with her touch. Your anger with her had subsided, if not out of forgiveness out of desperation, but both of you were willing to take what you could get. Taissa stood at your other side, eyes trained on the fire as if none of it were happening.

You watched as Lottie came forward with the deck of cards. All but one of the four queens had been removed. After sparing a quick glance at each of you in confirmation, Lottie began to shuffle the cards. She seemed impatient, almost excited for the ritual to take place, and it made you wonder how quickly she would turn on you if you picked the card — you already knew. You spied the masks and knives sitting on the trunk of a fallen tree a few feet away.

“I’ll go first,” Van said suddenly, and it was all you could do to keep your heartbeat steady, for you to keep breathing.

Lottie handed her the cards, and without hesitation Van pulled the top one, glancing at it before signing in relief and throwing the card into the fire.

Taking her nonchalance as bravery for yourself, you quickly pulled the second card. You almost fainted seeing that it wasn’t the queen, so overcome with relief.

Hesitating for a moment, you handed the deck to Taissa. Vaguely you registered in the haze overcoming your brain that this could be the last time she would be safe, that if she pulled the queen there would be nothing you could do to help her.

She pulled a card, threw it into the fire.

Safe.

Around and around the deck went, passing you by and by, and it must have been three or four rounds before finally the deck came into Van’s hands again, and she was about to pick the top card when you saw it slip a bit, and saw what was on the other side.

You almost had to wrestle her for the deck — but eventually you ripped it from her hands, taking the top card and throwing the rest of the deck into the fire.

There was no escape. Better you than her, and now there was no way out.

You flipped the queen card to show the rest of them. Everyone was silent, until Lottie let out what was a mix of a giggle and a sob before rushing to get a knife. The rest of the girls followed, all except Van and Taissa, who stood at your sides protectively. Van had her arm on your bicep, Taissa’s hand in the small of your back. Constant contact, ensuring that you were there, you were real and unharmed.

“You can run,” Lottie said giddily, approaching you, “like we used to out there. Or you can submit.”

“Lottie, this is fucking insane,” Van shouted, but the woman was unphased.

“This is what it wants… it wants her.”

Taissa grabbed your hand, beginning to step away and leading you and Van with her.

“Is that your choice, then?” Lottie asked, sincere. “Do you choose to run?”

Unable to speak, hardly able to move, you nodded, and a moment later you bolted, the three of you running deeper into the woods. You could hear the others following, and you knew it was only a matter of time before they caught up and all of it was over.

You tripped over a tree root, plummeting to the ground. Your ankle made a sharp popping sound, and all at once pain like a thousand nails drilling into you overcame your ankle. You couldn’t walk — at the very least it was sprained, if not broken, and even in the adrenaline rush you were close to tears.

“I’ve got you, baby, come on,” Van murmured frantically, hoisting you up and leaning your weight onto her. Taissa took your other side and the three of you continued through the woods, slightly slowed down but still ahead.

The sound of a gunshot halted you, and everything stopped.

You looked back and you could see the rest of the women lingering about a yard away. In front of you stood Shauna’s daughter, wielding a gun that she held with shaking hands. It was aimed at Lottie, and upon looking closer you saw the blood pouring from the gunshot wound in Lottie’s arm.

“Callie,” you said quickly, breathless, “give me the gun.”

The girl didn’t move, spared only a glance in your direction.

“Callie,” Shauna urged, taking off her mask and moving toward you. “Give it to her. It’s okay.”

Slowly Callie moved toward you, handing you the gun. Balancing on your good foot and leaning your weight into Taissa, you stood as straight as you could, pointing the gun in the general direction of the group of women lurking in the trees.

“It’s not going to be me,” you said, keeping the gun steady. “I’m not going to die here. And neither are Tai or Van. So if it has to be someone, who’s it going to be?”

No one moved, no one said a word.

Out of the guard of the trees approached another figure. Lisa came forward with a rifle, tears running down her face.

You knew. It was the only way, and no one else was worth sacrificing.

Aiming the gun at Lisa, you pulled the trigger.

“There,” you breathed, watching as everyone panicked, as Lottie sank to her knees, as Nat began screaming at you. “We gave it what it wanted.”

And you waited. Until the next time it wanted someone, until it wanted you.

Until, again, you had to give it what it needed to survive.

[bullet-prooflove]

Joe Velasco Masterlist

Joe Velasco x Reader

Never Forget (NSFW) - Joe asks for something in the heat of the moment.

Did You... - Companion piece to Never Forget (NSFW) - Joe returns home after a brutal time undercover.

Pillow -  Companion piece to Never Forget (NSFW) &  Did You... - Joe needs your reasurrance.

New Year’s Eve - You & Joe share a kiss on New Year’s Eve

Perfect Kiss (NSFW) - Joe and you have a perfect kiss.

Bedsharing - Things get arkward when you & Joe are forced to share a bed.

End of the Story -  Things change in your relationship with Joe.

Tears - Joe finds you crying in your car.

Contradictions - Joe would follow her anywhere.

Cordite - A romantic evening turns tragic.

Careful - Joe asks you to be careful.

Stay - Joe asks you to stay.

Bruises - Joe offers to take care of you after your UC stint.

Run - Joe does the only thing he knows how to in order to avoid the pain.

From The Grave - You & Joe do some digging.

Runaway Bride - You confess your feelings to Joe before you make it to the altar.

Break Water - Joe returns to the spot where Diego died.

Dreams - Joe suffers from nightmares after one of his cases.

Persephone - Joe comforts you in your moment of need.

Meant to Be - Joe tells you the type of guy you should be dating.

When in Rome - Joe breaks cover to tell you something important.

Christmas With Joe - You spend Christmas with Joe.

Don’t ever go again - Joe wants you to stay

Forever (NSFW) - You promise Joe forever.

Thigh Fucking (NSFW) - Joe finds a new kink.

Close - Joe just needs you close.

Slow (NSFW) - Joe takes it slow.

Insatiable (NSFW) - Joe can’t get enough for work

Wanting - Joe wants you more than ever.

Flowers - You’re the only person who has ever given Joe flowers.

Face Down - Joe wakes up facedown and tied up.

Close Your Eyes - Joe can’t do this again

A Very Bad Idea - Joe knows it’s a bad idea.

“I just want to make you smile.” (NSFW) - All Joe wants is to make you smile.

Tattoo - Joe won’t admit he has a tattoo.

Take Off Your Clothes - Joe asks permission to take off your clothes.

Illict Affairs - Joe comes face to face with your husband.

Skittles - You and Joe address your dating life.

Not OK - Joe makes a horrific realisation.

Rough - Joe needs more from you after an undercover op.

Say My Name - Joe needs to hear you say his name.

Series:

Criminal!Joe:

The Wolf - Joe meets his queen in an unexpected place.

Reward - Joe rewards you for your loyalty.

One More (NSFW) - Joe ruins you when you display your devotion. 

Pictures of You (feat: Mike Duarte) - Mike discovers you’re alive.

Bleed - Joe learns the story behind your scars.

Flowers (feat: Mike Duarte) - It’s been a long time since Mike has bought you flowers.

Use Me (NSFW) - Joe surrenders to you.

Love Letter - Terry gives you the letter Joe left for you.

Red Flag - Terry thinks your a red flag in Joe’s operation.

Mi Amor - You decide to tell Joe how you feel.

Surprise Party - You throw The Wolf a surprise party.

Hallmark Series: 

Hallmark (feat: Mike Duarte) - Joe watches you fall in love with another man.

Be With Me (feat: Mike Duarte) - Joe tells you how he feels.

Placeholder (feat: Mike Duarte) -  Mike fears he’s a placeholder.

Think About It (feat: Mike Duarte) - Joe recalls what happened the night of Fin’s engagement party.

Positive - Mike finds out about what happened between you and Joe.

Five Months - You and Mike catch up.

Baby Talk - Joe and you have a frank talk about co-parenting.

Replacements - Joe and Mike discuss their issues.

Family - Your family becomes complete.

Vanished!Series:

Call Waiting - Joe worries when you don’t check in.

Two Weeks - Mike learns more about the UC assignment you’ve been working.

Chemistry - Mike and Joe work out your location.

Live Ammo - Mike and you discuss the elephant in the room.

Leah - You and Mike discuss next steps with Joe.

Priest!Joe:

The First Time (NSFW) - Joe and you have your first time together.

Careless (NSFW) - Joe finds your panties in the backseat.

Innocent (NSFW) - Joe and you have a moment in the confession booth.

Dirty Picture (NSFW) - Joe fulfils a fantasy of yours.

Home Alone (NSFW) - Joe’s surprised when you turn up at his door.

Virgin!Reader:

The First Time - Joe makes your first time special.

Temptress - Joe discovers you have a wild side.

EX!Joe Series:

Part One: Left Behind - Joe’s life is thrown into turmoil when you show up in the Squad Room.

Part Two: Brighton Beach - Joe finds out why you’re back in Manhatten.

Part Three: History - You explain what happened all those years ago.

Part Four: Crash - Joe has a lot to think about.

Part Five: Wishes - Joe wishes that things could have been different for the two of you.

5 Times You Took Care of Joe Velasco and the 1 Time He Took Care of You Series:

Part One: 5+1: Chokehold

Part Two: 5+1: Ice Pack

Part Three: 5+1: In Sickness & In Health

Part Four: 5+1: Doing Time

Part 5: 5+1: Grief

Part 6 : 5+1 - Distance

SUB! Joe:

Good Boy (NSFW) - Joe enjoys a very special intimate moment with you.

Face Down (NSFW) - Joe needs you to help him get out of his own head.

Making A Baby! Series:

I can’t do this anymore

“Fuck, I know that look. No, don’t shut me out—come here and let me hold you.”

Maybe Baby - You and Joe decide to try for a baby.

Take Your Pants Off - You & Joe are using IVF to concieve a baby.

Blue - Companion piece to ‘Take Your Pants Off’

Partners!Series:

Part One: Safe Haven - Joe needs a safe haven for the night after he becomes the target.

Part Two: Partners - Joe confronts a face from the past with dire consquences.

Truth!Joe Series:

Part 1: Truth - Joe makes a decision.

Part 2: Survivor - Joe tells you the truth.

Part 3: Safe - Joe has a visceral reaction to the scene of the assault.

High!Joe:

Part One: High - Joe is forced to do coke to maintain your cover.

Part Two: Fall - Joe needs some comfort during the night.

Part Three: Peace  (NSFW) - Joe finally finds some peace.

Joe Velasco x Mike Duarte x Reader:

Doorstep - You don’t expect Joe to turn up at your door.

Together - You and Mike comfort Joe.

A Problem Shared - Joe comforts you in the aftermath of Mike’s attack.

In The Dark - You and Mike comfort Joe during his darkest moments.

Fight Night - Mike tries a recover a little too quickly.

Put On A Show (NSFW) - Joe knows Mike is watching and decides to put on a show.

POLY!AU - Mike Duarte, Joe Velasco, Terry Bruno X Reader

Day to Day - How it works in the day to day

Various HCs - A variation of HCs for the Poly

Joe Velasco x Grace Muncy:

Good Morning (NSFW) - Grace and Joe give you an early morning wake up call.

Joe’s NSFW Dirty Alphabet:

Jealousy

Kissing

Lighting

Sleepy Sex

Underwear

Yes Sir

Zones

What Makes Him Orgasm

How He Eats Pussy

5 Sentences:

"Hey, honey, it's just me. You were in a really bad accident so don't try moving around too much, okay? “

“Clandestine meetings and longing stares”

“friends don’t do this kind of shit”

You walk like you're a god, they can't believe I made you weak

It's just a wish

I love the taste, All on my tongue, I want it.

"I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.”

Can you please do it’s over , I can’t do this anymore

"I'm giving you the help you deserve."

“I’m Not Going To Let Anybody Hurt You.”

Seduction

“Because I love you! Why can’t you believe that?”

"racing shadows under moonlight"

Teenagers

Grey

THOTS:

Pregnancey Simulator

On Wanting Kids

Moving In

Marriage

I Love You

Affection

Dates

Sleepy Sex

Pick Ups

if she's feeling down about her body, kiss her all over and remind her how pretty she is

Lace

Forehead Kisses

Shelter

Waist Grab

Working You Up

Joe loves touching you

Joe can’t seem to keep his hands off you

Early Mornings

Worship

[yoongisugaagust]

HOME: The First Time

•Sunmary: Min Yoongi meets his forever.

•Warning: Smut

Two achingly long months later you finally find yourself underneath the shirtless man you’ve been dating. The silly, funny, caring man you’ve gotten to know very well.

“You remember right?” He looked down at you waiting for confirmation. “If you’re not ready or it’s too much just tell me, yeah? You nodded reaching to push down his sweats. You were more than prepared to finally get dicked down but you weren’t quite prepared for the sight of Yoongi’s cock to spring out of his sweats.

“Seriously Yoongi? You’ve been keeping this from me this whole time?” He laughed then attached himself to your neck knowing that was weak spot. His hand trailed down to your core to make sure you were ready to take him. He went to work allowing his middle finger to slide up and down finally resting on your clit. He took no time to get you wound up and inserted a single digit inside of you. “Fuck,” you ran your hand through his silky black hair. He added another finger that burned pleasure through every single vein in your body.

“You’re so wet already Y/n I can’t wait to get you off with my cock.” He pumped his fingers into you with more vigor now.

“Yoongi please,” you moaned out.

“Fuck I love the way you moan my name. You ready for my cock baby?” The dirty talk was helping you to get off but you didn’t miss a beat when he called you baby. He aligned himself on top of you waiting for more confirmation from you. “I’m ready,” you granted him permission.

The stretch was more pleasure than pain but feeling his throbbing cock put his fingers to shame. He waited a moment for you to get comfortable leaving sweet kisses from your forehead to your lips. You caught his bottom lip between your lips and lightly sucked letting him know it’s okay to move now.

“Holy shit,” he grunted keeping a steady pace going into you. Your hands roamed over the sides of his body as he watched you with a gentle curiosity. How was it possible for him to feel so strongly about you so soon? Whatever you were doing had him in a chokehold. “I’m coming soon,” he warned. You pulled his face back down to kiss him even more feeling yourself closer to your high yet again.

“Y/n fuck,” you felt his release come in waves and soon enough you were coming just as he was finishing. The hair sticking to his sweaty forehead was endearing in a way that tugged on your heartstrings. You didn’t want to admit it but you can see yourself falling for him and falling for him hard. Lazy kisses tangled with catching your breath, Yoongi stayed on top of you for a few moments.

“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” He asked still looking over your features in wonder. You nod no as he goes to move off of you. He ties up the used condom disposing of it in the trash bin next to his bed. “We should talk I think.”

“Okay,” you giggle not sure what exactly to expect.

“Ive said I would always be honest with you, right? I told you I’m an idol rapper. You know my schedule is erratic and i just, I can’t give you all of myself right now. Not in the way that I want to.”

You sat up from hearing how serious his voice came across. “I understand, Yoongi.” You got up to move to start getting dressed again taking this conversation as a sign.

“No stay Y/n.” He grabbed your wrist pulling you back into bed with him. “You’re so cute it’s infuriating.” He planted another sweet kiss onto your lips. “A lot of my time goes into my music and my career and that’s usually how I prefer things but with you,” he shook his head and smiled. “I want to be with you but I know it won’t be easy. I can’t guarantee that I’ll always be available to you but I can promise that I’ll give you my best. Fuck that sounds so stupid.”

“Yoon, no” you couldn’t help but laugh at him. “What do you want out of this?”

“You. I just want you. To be with you. It’s just not as easy as it sounds and I want to help you understand what it would be like if you decide you want to be with me too, which if we’re being truthful, I think you do. Hell I hope you do,” he sighed.

“I want to be with you too obviously,” you laughed and rolled your eyes.

“So you’ll be my girlfriend?”

“Am I the only one?” You smile knowingly.

“Yeah you’re the one,” he agreed. He started to lay back down dragging you on top of him allowing you enough space to straddle him and slip him back inside of you.

[22ayla19]

Kartein x reader

WARNING! angst, death, murder, mentions of murder, conspiracy

What did I do to deserve my suffering? Why was my family killed? Why did I survive?

I always ask myself these questions. I stopped believing in goodness and began to see only cruelty in people. Being from a family of awakened ones, I became one of the strongest through my own efforts. Top 50 world ranking... It's funny, but no one deserves such honors as a ranking, looking at these fake smiles that are trying to praise me, but in reality they are looking for an opportunity to kill me. How ridiculous.

Previously, I would have gladly given everything I have, just to stay alive or, in extreme cases, to meet my parents in the next world, but... Over time, I realized that I was still alive, so I had to take revenge.

Revenge is not a noble thing, it is only to please your ego, it will not bring your loved ones back to life and yet... At the hands of these bastards, many people have already suffered and many were in the same desperate situation as me, so why not unite all the affected organizations and strike back? Change the entire system of the awakened world, destroy this hierarchy!

Yes, it’s not easy, but I’m already getting closer to success. First, I gathered all possible survivors and convinced them to join me. I couldn't take this revenge alone, I need strength. The more power the better. Still, I will deal with everyone from the top 10, and even though they have stayed in the top for a long time, they will still be stronger.

But the main task, and a difficult one at the same time, will be to convince Kaidan and Kartein to join our side. And if Kayden can be convinced with the pretext of arranging a meeting with the top 10 for him to fight, then with Kartein it’s a completely different matter. He will never agree to be on our side, since he has no benefit from it, just being a good friend with him does not mean that I can influence him. We have known each other since childhood and were good friends, but still it is unlikely that he will remember me, and knowing his stubborn character, it is unlikely that he will agree to help.

- Khe-khe! - another attack. This time, the cough was accompanied by blood. I don't have long to live... Damn! At least I have time to take my revenge, otherwise all my efforts will go down the drain. We have to hurry.

If we fail to convince them to come over to our side, then we will make sure that they themselves, without realizing it, fight against this system.

Thanks to the spies I sent to various organizations, I ordered them to sow the seed of doubt in the hierarchical system of the awakened. I can't wait any longer, there's no chance I'll survive, my time is running out.

A couple of months later, I was overjoyed. The plan worked as it should, all organizations went against each other. No one believed in the power of the top 10 anymore, everyone wanted more power and strength, especially after Kayden defeated Astra. Everyone thought that since Kayden could become top 10, then we could too. And this is what I wanted from the very beginning. This is the world of the awakened, the system is too stuck in one place. Everyone forgot that the rating used to change, not by days, but by the hour. Eternal rivalry, proof that we are not ordinary people, but awakened ones, we tend to fight for rivalry and prove our strength, but not by the example of killing others to prove our strength. Everything must have a line of permissibility, a line of humanity. Immersed in power and strength, we forgot that before everything was completely different.

No one will know that I was behind this whole performance of revenge, because the director also became an actor, an extra in this play. Pretending that I am fighting with other organizations, I slowly move towards the cliff. No, I’m not a cornered mouse, I’m just a new cog in the new system of the world of the awakened. Now, my opponent must kill me. This will put an end to my suffering from the disease and I can calmly leave this world, knowing that I have taken my revenge, but for some reason I can’t shake the feeling that something is about to happen.

- Finally, I found the main puppeteer of this whole play, -a familiar voice... Why, childhood memories came flooding back to me, where I jokingly said that I would marry Kartein. Those were glorious times, it’s a pity they can’t be brought back again. - Will you continue to lie on the ground or will you show your strength? Where did the (Y/N) I remember go?

Is this really... Kartein?

- Gone away, Kartein! - knowing the rumors that Kartein has an arrogant disposition, it is unlikely that he would tolerate such an attitude towards himself.

Actually, I was right, because the next minute, he killed the awakened one who fought with me.

- Haa... It would be better if you finished me off...

- Finishing off the one I’ve loved since childhood will be an unexpected twist in your play, don’t you think? - loves you since childhood? Apparently these are hallucinations before death. Kartein came up to me and got down on one knee, helping me get up, but he no longer had the strength to even do that.

- I don’t think so. No one knows that I am the puppeteer of this play except you. I don't have long to live anyway, so tell me, how did you know that I was the puppeteer of this play? I'm really interested...

- I’ll tell you only after I heal you.

- Stop it, Kartein. Even if you are able to heal your wounds, you are unlikely to get rid of your illness. My fate was sealed a long time ago, so do me a favor. Put me out of my misery.

For a couple of minutes, Kartein was silent. This is understandable; it is difficult to come to terms with the death of a friend and loved one. It’s nice to hear and understand that someone really loves you, but it’s very difficult to kill with your own hands.

- I became a healer to help you. And now you're telling me that I can't help you? Is it better to just kill you?! - Kartein was angry. This and that is amazing.

- No matter how brilliant a healer you are, death cannot be defeated. There is no panacea for all diseases, and the fact that we, as awakened ones, differ in health from ordinary people does not negate the fact that we can also die... Kartein, just finish me off. If it were not for the illness, I would gladly accept your help, but not in this case. Put me out of my misery...

I saw that Kartein was having a hard time, but I want to free him from this burden. I will bring him a lot of pain with my death, but being free will be a better gift for me than healing.

- I never believed in rebirth or anything like that, but if it exists, promise... Promise that we will meet in the next life...

It's actually unexpected to hear him say that. In my adult years, I rarely saw him, and when I did, he looked arrogant and stubborn. Seeing him vulnerable is hard to even believe. But if my words calm him down even a little, then I will be glad to promise him something that may never come true.

- I promise.

Although Kartein hesitated, he did not waste time and as soon as he heard the words confirming the promise, he activated his ability and took my life. The last thing I saw before he died was Kartein, who was crying, saying that it was his fault that he could not help me earlier.

[bords4life]

Part 3

3 months later (June)

It will be Noah’s birthday next week, I can’t believe my little baby is about to be four. Quinn has called me a few times and we got caught up. Luke and I got back into the weekly facetimes so he and Noah could chat. Jack has been stopping by as much as he could, the second he got home from Jersey he was on my doorstep apologizing. We aren’t fully back to what we are but we’re getting there. Trevor however has reached out, he wants to make amends; he says he wants to find a way for him to be a part of Noah’s life. After talking to my parents, Kirby, and Quinn I realized I need to forget my feelings and give Noah a chance to let him know his dad. So after Noah’s little league baseball game I am having my mom watch him while I go meet Trevor. I want to take this all slow and make sure he knows how much responsibility this is.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON UP THERE” I hear my mom yelling as I am walking into the house. During the year I live with Kirby however I recently bought a small apartment in Michigan for myself, as Noah would be starting school soon and I don’t want to settle him down somewhere to only have to move for Kirby. Plus being close to home makes it easier to have help when I need it.

The entire Hughes household is coming to Noah’s game, it’s literally a bunch of three to five year olds just rolling around but some of us get very intense over it *cough* Luke *cough*.

“No! I am wearing it! Mommmmmmm!” I hear my younger brother whining, damn sometimes I think Noah is older. Luke comes barreling down the stairs launching himself into my mom's arms as if she would protect him. Not far behind him comes Jack, who is wearing a bigger version of Noah’s baseball jersey. He stops on the last step seeing me standing in the doorway with Noah on my hip. I walked over to Jack and even though I am standing right in front of him he isn’t looking at me, his eyes are on Noah who is currently twinning with him. Even though Jack apologized and we have been speaking again I wasn’t ready to let him around Noah. However it was finally time to stop torturing him plus I am pretty sure my mother would’ve found a way to ground me if I didn't let up eventually.

“Wuncle Wack!!” Noah yelled trying to reach for Jack, after that night at the rink I explained to Noah who the boys were. Except Trevor of course, which he didn’t question thankfully.

Jack’s eyes lit up with so much joy, he looked at me for permission to take him. I nodded and boy should I have made Jack sit down because next thing I know Jack is bouncing about the house.

“Jack, can you please be careful? Plus we need to get going or we will be late.” Our mother scolds him.

After the most annoying car ride ever we finally arrived at the field. I swear Luke and Jack are three years old at heart. If only I wasn’t meeting up with Trevor right after I could’ve gone with my parents and Quinn. I am surprised Noah still has energy to play after non-stop chattering with the two idiots.

I initially thought Luke was intense when it came to Noah playing, boy was I wrong. My dad has come to one or two games before but he just sits back and watches which is surprising. Now Quinn and Jack my god they nearly got us kicked out of the stands. Jack nearly started a fight with the other team's coach. Over what you may ask, well another kid accidentally tripped into Noah which cost him a home run.

In the end his team won, I think. I am still pretty new to this sport. My family was going to take him for ice cream and then home while I met with Trevor.

Pulling up to the coffee shop about twenty minutes early, it gave me time to breathe and have a mini freak out. Deep down I knew him and I would have to have this talk eventually. I felt my phone buzz in my hand and saw that Trevor had texted me that he was waiting at a table. I look up and can see the back of his head by one of the window tables. Well I guess I have no choice but to go.

It has been about five minutes of silence since I sat down. It is so awkward, neither of us know who should speak first. It’s not like we left off on a good note so we can’t just pick right up.

“Kirby said you got your dream job, which job did it end up being?” Trevor broke the silence first, making a little joke. Throughout the years he knew me I had changed my mind multiple times.

“I am actually the head power skating coach for the Detroit Red Wings, I coached for UMich for the last two years.” I proudly told him, he knew out of all the jobs I thought of this one was the one that kept coming back to me.

“I finished school in the criminology program but I just couldn’t fully commit to it due to raising Noah. So Thomas talked to his old coach and helped me get a job.” I tell Trevor, thinking back on the first time I coached the boys. I was so hard on the guys especially Luke because as his older sister I had too.

“Thomas was really there for you wasn’t he?” Trevor sadly says to me.

“Yes, the morning you woke up to me gone I was with him because I saw Emma texted you. He was the only person I told at the time about what really happened. He even helped me plan numerous ways to tell you, however I could never go through with it and he respected me.”

“I am sorry y/n. I am sorry for everything. Not just for hurting you but also for taking your brothers away. If I could go back and change things I would. But I can’t. I would like a second chance. I want to show you I can be there for you and Noah. I understand you are with Kirby and I am not asking for anything past the friendship of two parents-” Trevor softly tells me while holding eye contact with me, but is interrupted to the sound of my phone ringing.

“Hello?” I answer after seeing it’s just my dad calling.

“Sweetheart, you need to come to the hospital right away.” My dad says and every bad thing that could’ve happened starts swirling around in my mind. Trevor, noticing the panic in my eyes sits up even straighter then was.

“What do you mean? Is Noah okay?” I rush my words out as I start to find money to put down on the table.

“He collapsed at the ice cream shop as we were walking back to the car. The doctors won’t give us an update. He has no broken bones or any cuts, but the doctors say you need to get here now.” My brain just shuts down and I feel like I am floating. My ears are buzzing and my heart drops to my stomach. Millions thoughts are racing through my head. My hands are trembling and I can't get a word out to my dad, I am looking at Trevor like a deer in headlights.

"I-I-Trev?" Is all I can muster up to say, Trevor quickly takes my phone out of my hands. My brain isn't developing anything he is saying, but I can tell he looks concerned.

Trevor quickly stood up after ending the call, he threw some money on the table and grabbed my car keys. He helped me up and walked me to my truck, helping me into the passenger seat. Trevor drove stupidly fast and I remember I use to get mad at him for it, but I couldn't care less at this moment.

I haven’t felt this scared since the accident, waking up in a trauma room alone and worried for my baby. I had no one with me for hours. However this time I have Trevor.

We arrived at the hospital in record time, I nearly flung myself from the car the second we got into the parking lot but Trevor put his arm over me to keep me from jumping out. So here I am running to the 6th floor to get to the children’s ward with Trevor not too far behind. I see my dad pacing back and forth outside of a room while my mom is talking to a doctor. I slow down and walk right up to them. I peer inside the room and see Luke and Jack watching something on the tv with Noah.

“Mom? Dad? What's wrong?” I can see tears in my parents eyes.

“Miss Hughes I am Dr. Adams, I have been treating your son.” I look over towards the older woman.

“We ran some tests to see why Noah fainted, I am sorry to tell you but we have found a tumour in Noah”s brain.” The minute she said tumour I collapsed to the floor, quiet sobs screaming out. Even in my worst pain I don’t want Noah to hear me crying. I felt arms pick me up into his lap as he held me close to his body. I could feel him shaking and muttering “no, no, no”, I looked up at him through all the water in my eyes and he too had tears streaming down his face.

After what felt like forever holding each other, Trevor stood up still holding me. He sat down in the chair as I could feel him still shaking.

“How bad? Is there anything we can do?” Trevor somehow managed to form his word even though it took him a few tries to get it all out.

“Your son has a glioblastoma which has a very low survival rate. Surgery is an option, however at his age we are very careful with a risky surgery like this. In my opinion chemo is the path we should take. I will leave you all alone to discuss, if you have any questions ask a nurse to page me.” Dr. Adams' words started to echo in my head, I wasn’t fully understanding anything she said. My world felt like it was falling apart and there wasn’t anything I could do.

Tag list: @hockeyboysarehot @thg02 @jayrami3 @goldenbrokenheart @nhlbaby @lwstuff @juuuuuse @mack-samo @nolanmoylee

[writersmorgue]

Febuwhump Day 6 - secrets revealed

Read on Ao3

Word count: 1377

TWs in tags

note: this is another vent fic. soz. anyway-

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It’s one of Izuku’s bad days. 

Something that has been more frequent since his last encounter with the man three weeks ago. Even though it’s been two years since the incident. Izuku wishes it would get easier.

Nightmares plagued his sleep (Shigaraki’s gravelly voice in his ear, praising him for being so quiet), Uraraka hugged him without warning (cold hands pull him in closer), he was pinned in all of his sparring matches (four fingers press on his trachea, cutting off his breath). 

He wishes he could tell his memories to fuck off, but It seems he can’t make progress no matter how hard he tries.

Naturally, they notice. 

Eiji and Kacchan, Izuku’s weakness in his fortress of defense. 

“Hey, Izuku, do you wanna watch Heroes Rising in Kat’s room tonight?” Agh, a dirty trick, bribing him with his favorite film and Kacchan cuddles. He should say no, lock himself in his room, and wallow in misery like he usually does.

Alas, Izuku is a weak man.

“Yeah, that sounds nice. I’m just going to shower and I’ll meet you there.” He smiles, knowing it doesn’t look as genuine as he’d like when Eijirou’s eyes lose their pleased crease.

“Alright. Don’t take too long.” He smiles softly, looking like he wants to pull Izuku in for a hug. Izuku’s thankful he doesn’t.

“I won’t.”

He spends ten minutes viciously scrubbing his body with one of his softer washcloths. He craves the feeling of being stripped raw, but if he shows up to Kacchan’s with friction burns he’ll never hear the end of it. 

By the time he makes it to Kacchan’s room, the other two boys are waiting for him. Kacchan stands by his desk while Eijirou sits sideways in his chair. They looked to be in serious conversation before he arrived, and Izuku is tempted to ask what it was about- but one look at their faces when he enters tells him all he needs to know.

“Hey Deku, took you fuckin’ long enough.” Kacchan grunts, jerking his head to the bed and the laptop resting on the covers, “You ready?”

“Yep!” He nods, letting Eiji lead him over to the little haven they’re going to make for themselves. Somewhere Izuku never feels uncomfortable or out of place. 

“We watchin’ the same shit or does Deku wanna branch out tonight, hm?” Kacchan teases, ruffling his hair when Eijirou squeezes him into an Izuku-sandwich.

“Kachaaaan!” He whines, covering his eyes, “we haven’t watched Heroes Rising in a month!”

“Oh, a whole month?” Eijirou chuckles, “How have we survived in these conditions”

Izuku grumbles, tucking his body under Kacchan’s massive arm.

They begin the movie, regardless. Eijirou places a hand on Izuku’s lap, rubbing circles on his fuzzy thigh. It’s not remotely sexual, though it has been in the past. Izuku can tell the man just wants to comfort him. 

He wishes it didn’t make his skin crawl.

You’re such a good boy, Izuku, all pliant and weak for me. Obeying so well for your master.

Izuku’s thigh twitches without his permission, and Eijirou retracts his hand without a word.

Guilt consumes him. He can’t believe he’s letting this memory ruin the touch of someone he loves so much.

He grips Kacchan’s arm tighter, digging his blunt nails into his soft skin.

Eijirou shifts next to him, giving him space.

Come closer hero, let me feel you. Gods, you’re so tight-

Izuku shakes his head, trying to be present. He’s in Kacchan’s room, not with Shigaraki. 

Call me Tomura when I’m inside of you, I love to hear you beg, Deku.

Deku…

“Deku!” 

Izuku lets out a frustrated yell, using One for All to propel himself off of the bed.

“Fuck!” He kicks at a pillow that he tossed in his haste. There’s a click and the sound from the computer cuts off.

“Izuku I think we need to talk,” Eijirou says calmly. Izuku turns to assess his boyfriends, both showing various levels of concern.

“No, I-” He groans, wiping his fresh tears from his cheeks, “Yeah okay.”

Eijirou frowns, sitting up in bed and examining his hands. “I think I should leave this relationship.”

“What?!” Izuku and Kacchan shout at the same time.

“That is not what we fucking agreed on, Red.” The blond grips Eijirou’s sleep shirt, shoving him once, “You said we both had shit to work on and-”

“NO!” Izuku shouts, drawing the others’ attention immediately. “This has nothing to do with you, it’s all my fault!”

Eijirou gives him a confused look, “But you seem so uncomfortable touching me. I saw you clinging to Katsuki when you flinched away from me-”

Kacchan shakes his head, “Bullshit, he’s been acting weird for weeks around both of us. He loves you Eijirou, there has to be something else-”

“But he’s been noticeably tense around me, there has to be something I’m doing wrong-”

“He’s been tense around both of us, dipshit!”

Izuku loses all control.

“You touch me like he did!”

Kacchan stiffens, hands clenching in his lap, “Is there… someone else, Izuku?”

Izuku shakes his head, body trembling as unwanted memories come flooding into his brain, “No, not like- I didn’t want it. And you don’t do it on purpose but I can’t stop thinking about it and it makes me want to rip off my skin.” He rambles, tugging at his shirt, “I promise I didn’t want it, but it was before we started dating so I didn’t want to mention it-”

He sighs miserably, tears coming once more, “It’s not like there’s anything you can do, and telling you would only be dangerous.”

There’s a loud crunching sound.

Izuku’s gaze snaps up, zoning in on the source of the noise. 

Kacchan’s computer is bent in Eijirou’s hardened hand, and small pieces of glass flake off onto black sheets.

“Eijirou!” Izuku gasps, reaching out to help. His arm is immediately snatched up by Katsuki, and he’s pulled onto his knees on the mattress.

“Izuku-” Eijirou’s voice cracks, and only when Izuku looks up at his boyfriends does he realize they look furious.

Smoke is pouring from where Kacchan’s hands are scrunched in his sheet, and he’s sure if they weren’t fireproof they’d be ash by now. 

“Who was it, Izuku?” Kacchan growls, allowing Izuku to pull his arm away gently but watching carefully as he sits down opposite the bed from them.

“Aizawa already knows, I was in the hospital for a couple days. They did a- a kit… and tests and stuff. I’m ok, physically, I think he used a- um, protection.”

Kirishima makes a choked sound, “Please tell us, Izu, I promise we won’t be mad-”

Kacchan cracks his neck.

“-at you. Only at whoever-” He pauses, “but it was before we started dating, so it had to be first year. I can only remember you missing school one day after the mall incident.”

Izuku squeezes his eyes closed, trying to block out the smell of that restroom. 

Hopefully no one interrupts us, huh hero. 

“I am going to KILL THAT DUSTY ASS BASTARD!” Kacchan roars, hands popping as he moves to stand.

Kirishima pulls him down by the arm, pushing the broken laptop off the bed and reaching his other hand out to Izuku.

“Can I please hug you, Izuku. It’s totally fine if you don’t want to I just,” He swallows heavily, hand lowering slightly, “I want to hold you.”

Izuku nods, allowing Eijirou to pull him into his chest. They cry together.

Kacchan paces behind them for a few minutes, working through the information. He crouches on the ground, holding his head. 

Izuku had been dealing with this alone the entire time. Looking back on it, Katsuki knew something had been wrong, but he wanted to let Izuku tell them himself.

He looks up at his two favorite people, crumbling apart in each other's arms. 

Fuck.

He stands, crawling onto the bed with them. 

He pulls Izuku out of Kirishima’s grip, tilting his weight to lean on Katsuki instead. Eijirou follows, curling around the two of them. 

Katsuki tucks his face into Izuku’s neck, breathing in his clean scent.

Shigaraki is going to fucking pay, no doubt about it, but first, he needs this. They all do.

[faelune-home]

FFXIVWrite 2023 #29: Contravention

(A/n: I did have to pull more from the synonyms for this word, leaning more on frustration and obstruction than the original word, but I managed to get one more Yuri based ficlet here, meeting another scion~. Depending on the next prompt, I can either cap this off with her meeting the twins, or it'll be a cliffhanger for a piece of writing outside the month.

But I've appreciated that I've been able to do so much with fleshing out Yuri here, even being based in post-Endwalker. It's been fun to expand her character in this way with the new lore I have for her and seeing how she interacts with everyone else. Left a hint in case I could feature Yuri into the Twelve raid story, but I'll have to see how it goes in 6.5.

Word count: 1264)

The levels of red tape involved in getting a single book was ridiculous.

“I know you can’t let me in, I’m not even saying I could go and collect it myself, I’m saying you or one of these mammet things can go and get it,” Yuri huffed, words clipped as she tried to keep her calm against the librarian at the desk.

“I’m sorry, but we need the archon present to authorise entry to the archives. Verbal permission via linkpearl can’t be verified,” the librarian said, at least trying to look apologetic.

G’raha was out in Aldenard on a personal errand, however he’d called back asking for a few books for what he was working on, even if just to have Yuri relay the information back via linkpearl. Most of them were available on the public floors, however one was apparently logged in to private archives reserved only for archon access.

“What about if I get Krile to come and collect it?” Yuri tried.

“I’m afraid that wouldn’t suffice. While Miss Baldesion has special access to certain non-public sections due to her organisation and the research they do, she still wouldn’t be allowed into the archive in question since she isn’t an archon. I’m sorry.” Yuri’s hands balled up tight as she fought against the urge to scream, the note paper in her hand with the books she needed getting crumpled up as well.

“May I collect it on her behalf? I require entry to the archives for some of my own research as well.” Yuri spun around at the new voice, surprised at whoever seemed to be willing to help her.

She’d met Y’shtola briefly while the woman was passing through the Annex, in a chat with G’raha about some manner of travel information from what little Yuri could understand. As with most of these “former Scions” - a term she was beginning to think was more for appearances than reality - Y’shtola had come and gone as quickly as she’d appeared, off with her own work to keep her busy, so yuri really didn’t have a full read of the woman beyond what Fhara had told her.

Which was admittedly sparse, even Fhara had to admit.

“She’s very stern and focused. Less for joking around, really.”

“I would appreciate that, thank you so much,” Yuri said, pushing the memory aside and bowing deeply. Y’shtola simply offered a polite nod and a smile in response.

“I’ll not be long collecting my own things. Please wait for me here,” she said, turning to the little worker mammet waiting beside her and marching off with it.

Yuri picked up the book pile she’d already collected and laid on the main desk while she’d been trying to get help from the service, and slumped herself in a chair near the railing. The long drop deeper into the earth always unnerved and fascinated her in equal measure, the sight of busy students and researchers milling about contrasting against the lurch in her stomach at just her far down it all went.

She just had to wait. She opened a book on top of the pile and started sifting through it to find what G’raha needed.

~~

She’d mostly gotten lost deep into the second book, partially baffled by the heavy jargon and terminology that made her reread several paragraphs a few times but also fascinated by the subject matter on its own, when footsteps caught her attention and jolted her from her reading. Y’shtola had a small bundle of books under her arm and was already taking one to hand over to Yuri.

“My apologies for the wait. I had to have the mammet deployed to find a misplaced book,” Y’shtola said, only the slightest tail lash to show her frustration.

“I didn’t even notice the time. I just went on with reading up on what G’raha needed. I may have gotten a bit invested in this one,�� Yuri replied, holding up her open book. Y’shtola’s clouded eyes skimmed the page, and then down the spines of the pile on Yuri’s lap.

“Hmm, old religious folklore and history, and the gods through the eras,” she pondered, “Our Eorzean fables have caught your attention then?” They began walking together, side by side.

“A little bit. It is still mostly for G’raha’s benefit…”

“Still, better to nurture that curiosity. Learned information is always new to someone out there, whether a growing child or different cultures coming into contact. If you wish to know more, mayhap G’raha would permit you to join him on his expedition?”

“I wouldn’t wish to impose,” Yuri shook her head, shivers going through her as they passed the threshold for the library into the outdoors, the snow beginning to fall gently.

“It’s never imposing. Especially with the nature of this endeavour he and Fhara are undertaking, from what I’ve gathered about it.” Yuri didn’t respond, only a slight grimace as she seemed to think about it. Curiosity made her want to say yes, but the desire not to overstretch herself while she’s still new to the Students held her back.

“Do consider it. Opportunities don’t just arrive to you without help. Even your father had to broach the topic of your joining to Krile and G’raha,” Y’shtola said.

“I will…” Non-committal, but better than nothing. They continued along in comfortable silence, along the path and into the Annex. Krile was in the main lobby, chatting with Ojika upon their arrival.

“Ah, welcome back. And good to see you, Y’shtola,” she greeted them, “You managed to get those books for G’raha, I see.”

“With some difficulty for one,” Yuri grumbled, “I’m glad Y’shtola showed up to help.” upon Krile’s confused expression, a sly smile crossed Y’shtola’s face.

“I don’t believe he realised one of his requested books wouldn’t be attainable for someone that wasn’t a qualified archon.” The silent shakes of her shoulder and Yuri’s frustrated grimace made Krile sigh, slumping forward.

“Oh dear. I’ll have to let him know for future, though it is difficult to verify these things while out in the field. Especially if things get shuffled without warning, or maybe even misplaced.”

“I’m rather surprised he didn’t whisper his little levitation enchantment over his linkpearl just to sneak you in. Or even an invisibility spell at that,” Y’shtola hummed, eyes still sparkling. At that, Krile broke into a smile.

“I can only assume he’s forgotten or realised he couldn’t get away with it a second time, even by proxy through another person,” she said, amusement peeking in her face.

Yuri could only look between them in confusion, clearly recognising it was a shared memory for them both but uncertain how to broach asking for details. Beginning to think she should shuffle off and continue her requested work, Krile glanced at her and said, “I do believe we’ll need to enlighten Yuri as to this little story. Though I daresay it may colour her perception of G’raha.”

“Far be it from me to dismiss his efforts and achievements, but he could certainly manage that on his own eventually,” Y’shtola said, shaking her head, “But better you share the tale than I. You no doubt have more stories to regale anyway.” Krile’s little smirk grew wider.

“Oh I do. Come now, we’d be better settling down if we’re going to be sharing tales. Ojika, would you be a dear and prepare us some tea?” he nodded, hopping off his chair and head off. The ladies headed for the main hall, Yuri being guided with chatter building on either side of her, curiosity growing equal to her confusion.