#before they called i called and texted my boss like hey bitch what the fuck!!!

[sant-riley]

MW3 SPOILERS FOR WHO DIES //

Yk what ever fucking since I saw Soap die in front of me, I have not had one moment of fucking peace y'all, this is fucking insane.

[lemonlover1110]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 9] Tantrum

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You’ve known Satoru ever since you were five years old, and yet you’ve never realized just how spoiled and entitled he is. Sure, you knew that his parents would buy just about anything he wanted and he never had to face any consequences but you never really notice. Nor did you care. Not until he’s right in front of you, in front of your desk, and he tells you,

“You’re fired.”

It catches you off guard. You’re completely confused, and you don’t gather your thoughts in time. When you’re about to question what he means, he’s locked in his office. You knock on the door, and when there’s no response, you knock much harsher. He ends up opening the door, a brow raised as he asks, “Did you not hear me?”

“You can’t fire me.” You tell him, and he hums as he pretends to think about it. You’re about to call his mother to tell her about the situation, but Satoru slams the door shut which startles you.

“I want you to pack your shit up and leave this building, you’re fired.” Satoru says. You’re opening and closing your mouth, trying to think of what to say. A comprehensible sentence isn’t forming in your head. “You’re not doing your job properly.”

“I’m not doing my job properly? Last time I checked, I was. I’m just not fucking you like you want me to!” You raise your voice and his eyes widen at what you say. He didn’t realize how outspoken you’ve become, but hearing you say that is a reality check for the man.

“How dare you say that?” He responds, making you roll your eyes. You unlock your phone and look for his mother’s contact. Meanwhile you tell him,

“You’re a fucking horrible person. Why are you trying to take my job away from me when I’ve excelled at my job? Because we have a past together? I’m sorry for dating you, I guess.” You finally find the contact and when you’re about to call her, he takes the phone from your hands.

“Are you trying to call her? What business do you have with her? Why is she employing you?” He asks the questions that remain unanswered. You’re also not giving him an answer. He scoffs at your silence before saying, “Reason doesn’t matter. I’m the boss, and you’re fired.”

“You’re an entitled son of a bitch.” You take your phone back. You’re about to call his mother but you pause. You take a deep breath before you say, “You know, I’m glad you left me. If we had gotten married we would’ve gotten divorced within a year.”

“So suddenly you can remember we have a past together.” He says, making you click your tongue against the roof of your mouth. You chuckle, rolling your eyes.

“You were the one who told me to forget about our past while we worked together, why are you mad that I wasn’t bringing it up!” You argue, and he’s gathering his thoughts while you dial his mother. You put the phone on speaker, and he says,

“There’s no way you’re calling her.” And when she picks up the phone, he hears her voice. There’s no way his own mother would side with you of all people. He’s holding back a smirk, waiting for you to say something, to ridicule yourself.

“Hey, Mrs. Gojo. I’m with your son right now and he’s trying to fire me.” You inform her, and you both hear her sigh. Satoru is waiting for it. She’s going to tell you off, she might be putting up a tough act with him but when it comes between you and him, she’ll obviously side with him.

“I’ll talk to him. Don’t pack your stuff up, he’s just throwing a tantrum.” And she hangs up on you. You smile at Satoru, batting your eyelashes before you tell him,

“I’ll let you handle her. Have fun.” Just as you speak his phone rings, and he sees his mother’s name on the screen.

You’re not sure what you’re expecting that same day when Mrs. Gojo texts you to meet up at a restaurant at lunch. Maybe she wants to talk about Satoru’s awful behavior with you and apologize– You doubt that she’s apologizing, that’s certainly the last thing she’s going to do. You’ve known the woman so long, and you don’t remember her ever apologizing.

You get to the restaurant, and luckily for you, it isn’t something that’s high-end. It’s nice, but nothing extravagant that’ll make you feel bad about how you look. You walk into the place, and tell the hostess the name that the reservation is under, and she leads you to the table. A sigh escaping your lips when you see her and who she’s with. Of course.

“Mrs. Gojo… Gojo.” Your eyes shift from the mother to the son. You know there’s no way you can escape from this, so you might as well sit down comfortably. “What’s the reason for this meeting?”

“I can’t have you two working together while you bicker like children. I need you two to make up.” She says, and you click your tongue. You clear your throat before you tell her,

“Mrs. Gojo, I think it’s best to hurry up with hiring another secretary for your son. As much as I try to ignore it, we have a past together and we simply can’t get along even in a professional manner.” You try your best to be honest with her. You would’ve gladly been demoted back to Shoko’s secretary, but not fired by him. Especially since you know that he did it without his mother knowing.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion, dear. I put you as Satoru’s secretary because that’s what I think fits best.” She responds. Satoru pinches the bridge of his name while your nails dig into the cloth of your skirt. Right, your opinion doesn’t matter. She’s the one that makes all the decisions around here. You stare at Satoru, waiting to see if he’ll actually say something to her.

To no surprise, he bites down his tongue.

She takes a sip from her water before she clears her throat. “I should get going, you two figure it out. I told the waiter to keep his eye on you.”

This reminds you of when you were kids and Satoru would snatch a toy out of your hands which would ensue an argument. You were always forced to make up, of course Mrs. Gojo wouldn’t be the one to force you because at the time she didn’t want her son to be friends with you. It’d always be your mother.

You’re tempted to leave when she leaves, but you stay in your seat. You’re hungry, you might as well order something. He doesn’t seem like he’s going to leave either. When the waiter comes around, you both order something.

You sit in silence, awkwardly looking around the place. After around a minute or so, you take your phone out. You open the couple of messages you have from the nanny, and smile as you see your son. He’s playing with the toy cars that his grandmother got him, and you take this opportunity to glance at Satoru and then at your son. You hate how much they look alike, and as you look back and forth you realize they look more similar than what you had in mind.

“How’s Ren?” He asks, and you nearly drop your phone. You furrow your brows as you take a big gulp from your glass. Can he read your mind? He awkwardly looks around before he asks, “Is that not the name of your cat?”

“Yeah.” You laugh. It takes everything in you not to burst into a fit of laughter. You completely forgot that your son is now a cat. You take a sip of water before saying, “He’s good.”

“Maybe we can make up if you show me a picture of your cat.” He says, and you roll your eyes as you shake your head.

“I decide when we make up, after all, you tried to fire me.” You point out. He really can’t argue with that. You tap your finger against the table before you tell him, “I guess you can talk about what you wanted to talk about so badly. Remember when you asked me to dinner?”

“Yeah… I’ve thought about it and that won’t end well.” He confesses. He can’t get rid of you, he doesn’t know why his mother is insistent on you two working together. “I guess… How have you been doing the past five years?”

“I’ve been…” You take a deep breath. You found out your boyfriend got married months after breaking up with you, you had a baby alone, have been raising him alone, overworking yourself to ensure Ren has the best possible upbringing. You’re tired. You sheepishly smile, “Fine. I’ve been fine.”

“You look tired.” He says. You have no idea why his words make your eyes fill up with tears. You chuckle, standing up to use the bathroom.

“That’s what happens when you work for your mom.” You respond. He doesn’t know what else to say, but it’s fine, you walk away to use the bathroom. He bounces his leg as he waits for you. He has to think of what he’s going to say to kill the awkwardness that goes on at your table

There’s a vibrating sound on the table, and he sees that you’ve left your phone. Satoru gets a great idea, you might not want to share much about your life but you’ve left your phone behind. He doubts your password has changed. He holds back, it’s an invasion of your privacy. But if the phone that’s across the table were to magically land in front of him and light up, it wouldn’t be an invasion of your privacy if he just glanced at it.

He’s fighting back on grabbing the phone and checking everything that you have there. His hand lands on the table and he slowly moves his hand. And just when he’s about to reach the phone, you’re back. You ask, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.” He tries to play it off, his hand going to his side of the table and he puts his elbow on the table before his head rests on his hand. You try to act as if you didn’t see him reaching for your phone. You came back when you noticed you had left your phone and you feared this would happen. “So um… Are you seeing anyone?”

“I don’t have the time.” You share. Your food finally gets to the table and you get your utensils to begin stuffing your face. “I was about to ask you the same question.”

“Right.” He awkwardly chuckles. You both begin to eat, and his eyes can’t stop looking at you as you try your best to keep your tableside manners. Satoru can’t eat, his appetite goes away. His stomach growls, wanting food but the thought of eating makes him want to puke. He wipes his mouth with a napkin before he clears his throat. “I apologize for firing you… You are doing a great job and I just–”

“Got in your feelings.” You finish his sentence for him. He ends up sighing. You’re right. You shrug, “As long as you don’t let it happen again.”

“I won’t. I promise. Next time around it’s up to my mom.” He responds.

“So we’re stuck working together forever.” You joke. He ends up laughing. He watches you eat, and you feel awkward since he watches you like a hawk. When you swallow the mouthful of food, you ask him a question that keeps bugging you, “Are you and Sayo thinking of having kids?” 

“Kids! Kids… Um, we haven’t talked about it. Don’t think she wants them.” He answers, and he sounds unsure about it all. You find it odd considering that’s his wife of five years, but it’s none of your business. You know Satoru wants kids but perhaps he’s changed his mind. “So um… You and Suguru.”

“What about us?” You slightly tilt your head to the side. Satoru doesn’t want to bring it up. He doesn’t want to give you ideas, but he already mentioned Suguru.

“You two seem… Friendly.” He asks, and you know what he’s insinuating. 

“I wish… I don’t think he’s into me.” You confess since he hasn’t bothered to contact you ever since he found out about Ren, and Satoru won’t mention the past. He won’t mention it because if he hears that you’ve started dating Suguru, he just might lose his mind.

“How could he not?” He says, and you feel your face get warm.

“Let’s not.” You reply, and he bites his lip. He ends up nodding in agreement. He would have talked to you for hours a couple of years ago, but he doesn’t find a topic to talk about. You don’t know each other anymore.

You keep eating quietly since neither of you want to talk more deeply about the past, and when you’re finished, Satoru calls the waiter to cover the bill. To your surprise, Mrs. Gojo got it covered. You both stand up and exit the restaurant. 

You don’t bother saying anything else as you begin to walk to your car, and you assume that Satoru begins to walk the other way until he calls out your name. You come to a full stop and you turn to look at him. You sweetly smile at him, before you ask him, “What’s up?”

You don’t know what to do when he wraps his arms around you. He hugs you so tightly that he sucks the air out of your body. You’re not sure what to do– Whether you want to hug him back or just awkwardly stand as the man that you’ve loved for so long hugs you. He’s been waiting to do it for five years. 

And he’s waiting for you to hug him back, but you’re not budging. Until you feel a droplet on your shoulder. His head rests on your shoulder and he sniffles. You finally hug him back, “Don’t cry, Toru. You have no reason to cry.”

It’s muffled but you’re sure you hear an,

“I’ve missed you.”

[mildlyromanticperv]

What did you expect of me?

Karina x MReader. Fluff. Enemies to lovers.

-For christ sake, what a bitch! -Your anger boiling in your heart and your brain tells you, no, yells you to go to your managers office and demand a fair treatment, it's just ourageous that among all the workers in the office you have to stay late every single day of the week to cover the "last project of the quarter".

No matter what you do, how hard you work, how many late nights and how many cups of coffee you drink at a day, it just feels like a prison in here, the office that hired you as the main developer for the website on their new brand "Supernova."

Plus, who names a project "Supernova"? Sounds like with just a simple code here and there you'd make the market implode and then explode in money... If your manager Karina expects for that to happen she's either naively hopeful or a total delusional.

-You, come to my office. -Her cold words stabs your brain, after a whole week hearing her low pitch condescending dictatorial voice you can't bear to listen to it one more time, but you need this job like, DESPERATELY need this job, so there's no talk back to the boss.

-Yes boss?

-We're behind on the project, have you been slacking off again? -Her cold judgemental gaze falls upon your black sacked eyes showing off the immense exhaustion you have tu put up with during the project.

-Look boss, I'm doing my best, I haven't slept well these past few days but I assure you I will have everything ready by next month even if the useless of my coworkers don't do shit. -Your tongye got the best of you and runs wild. -I just need to have a good night sleep, can you let me out early today?

-No, we are all hands on deck and you know that. -She sighs and rubs her forehead in a clear show of stress and disappointment. -Just go back to work and don't screw anything up.

Any person with enough patience would put up with that shit, but not you, not now at least. The condescending tone and the past sleep deprived week has been just too much for you, clearly you're not thinking straight anymore, or perhaps you're thinking clearer...?

-Fuck this.

-Excuse me? -She responds with equal or perhaps even higher anger.

-Fuck this Karina, I'm not doing any more shit today and I'm tired to put up with your fucking demands. Fire me if you want I'm going home to sleep. -You really shuld've thought that better, but what is done is done, you start to pick up your stuff and bracing yourself for the shouting match.

-You cross that door and you're suspended, one week half pay. -Surprisingly enough instead of picking up a fight and shouting her vocal cords off as she usually does, she just stares straight into your eyes with a gaze so cold it could freeze hell itself. -You're not the only developer in our payroll, if I wanted I could fire your sorry ass right now and make it so you never work as a developer never again in your life, so consider this a favour.

Breathe.

Don't let that tone of hers get into your core.

Just, breathe.

-Fuck you. -It's the only thing you get to say before actually leaving.

-One week suspension no pay, and don't you dare call me or text me asking to forgive you. Jackass.

With the anger oozing through your pores you just slam the door and head out. You start your car and praying you don't crash you go from 0 to 100 in just a couple of seconds screeching the tires of your car.

-Please god, take care of him... -She sighs under her breath.

But wait... What?

Take care of him?

During that next week there was absolutely no news from you on the office, things started to be more... tense. You've received a ton of messages from your coworkers basically begging him to come back, but the answer is defenitive: No.

However things don't ever go your way.

*Bzz* *Bzz* *Bzz*

-Hey, we need to talk, come to the office. -Again, that swee... No. Annyoing voice again.

-I'm suspended. -Your answer comes as soon as the thought hits your brain.

A sigh from the other line and a faint whisper.

-This man is going to be the death of me some day. -But then the usual tone returns. -Look, I made a rash decision and we need your intel, you're the one that knows the way around our software.

-I thought you had several developers in your payroll, I bet they can help. -You say sipping through the wine you bought for that dinner for one you've been pushing away so much due to the job.

-I'm asking nicely, and around here you know that's as rare as an unicorn. Just come here tomorrow and finish the project, we're ahead.

-Ahead? What do you mean ahead? You said we we're behind last week! -Your voice comes harsher and harsher, even though your chest is telling you not to.

Not to her.

-I lied to try and make things faster, okay? Just come and we can talk like professionals. -She couldn't come to acknowledge the fact that she just wanted to see you. She couldn't admit that she misses your cologne, your three day beard and your stoic gaze when you're so deep in thought. -I'll send you the advances that have been made.

Right away she hangs up the phone, relieved she didn't break down into yelling or insults. Right away an email arrives on your computer with such incredibly... small advances looks like you carried the entire project all by yourself.

-Why am I not surprised? -You sigh under your breath as you pause the movie you were watching and read what has been done, immediately you start chaning... well, almost everything.

Next day...

You should at least turn off the car, for real, have you seen how expensive the gas is around these days?

"Just go, I avoid her any longer... I- I don't want to..." -It's the only thought that crosses your mind, the thought of seeing her piercing eyes again, the feeling of her gaze piercing and burning through your very soul, the loud beating of your heart as you look at her lips...

Her lips...

If only she wasn't your boss, right?

-So, I checked the non existent advances the useless guys did, and...

-How you've been? Have you slept well? -For some reason her tone wasn't condescending anymore, the worry present on her voice...

Could it be?

-Yes, finally in months I've been sleeping great... -Her eyes, oh. my. god... Her eyes... -Anyways, I have everything finished now, you can present it to corporate. -You say trying to avoid her eyes as you speak sarcastically and look at your watch.

-Big date coming or something? -She asks, doing an awesome job yo hide the jealousy.

-Just wondering how long this will take. -She sighs again, feeling the anger and stress of your cold demeanor.

-Your week of suspension ends today and the weekind is off by legal, so you can go now and I'll see you on monday.

-Sure.

After that you just go back to your usual routine, the weekend goes great and the next week of work comes, with so much less stress that even the busiest day feels like a walk through the park. The time off work led you to watch so much shows, and so much free time, time spent in imagining your life outside of work with that person that would make your days so much happier.

Thinking of love.

What a great future you could have, perhaps you could get married and have kids, after all that's your dream.

In a year you'd ascendo in your job, start earning more, you'd start dating to finally get the chance to let you feel that love you so desperately look for, In a year your boss wouldn't be your boss and perhaps you could date her, in a year you'd buy your first...

Your boss? Date... your boss?

Why would you think that? She's a bitch.

"But she's a gorgeous bitch." You thought, perhaps... only perhaps... You wanted that, you liked your boss...

*Bzz* *Bzz* *Bzz*

Your phone rings with a text from your boss.

-Corporate loved the project, we were given monday to celebrate, so I'll be expecting you monday 7:00 A.M. sharp for the party.

-Got it boss. And hey, sorry for snapping out last week. -Perhaps this could be a beginning, you know you should keep things professional, you keep telling yourself to stop but flesh is weak.

-Yeah, just don't be late. -Her response cold as always after 5 minutes of writing and deleting, she's also in the midst of an inner debate, whether let herself feel what she wants to feel for you or just don't say anything.

But why? Why shouldn't you try? Because she's your boss? There's plenty of people that date with their boss and make it work, you shouldn't keep ahold of the prospect of your happiness just because people might judge, that's the whole point, living for yourself and be happy yourself. Isn't it?

That very Monday at 7:00 A.M. you show yourself at work wearing a new white T-shirt and some loose jeans, your usual wrist watch and a new cologne you bought just for your boss, nothing else is going to stop you.

-Hey, boss. -You came to talk to her made a nrevous wreck not really knowing what to do to get her attention.

-Oh, here he is, the brain behind it all. -She wrapped her arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to present you to some corporate officers like if you were a prize, like you never shouted before... Like you two were friends... Being so close to her made your every sense enter overdrive and your nostrils welcomed her particular scent, that magnificent smell of lavender and strawberries sent your head over the moon.

The rest of the party went completely normal, talking here, showing off there... Taking glances at your boss every once in a while as well.

Wait, did she looked at you as well?

Was she blushing?

-Hey boss can I talk to you for a sec? -You got closer and whispered into her ear, not long after she pointed you to the balcony where you usually go to have your lunch.

-Make it quick.

-Look boss, there's no easy way for me to say this, but I think I should quit... I... I have feelings for you.

-Is that so? -Her cold demeanor makes you back off for a second, unable to tell the truth in her eyes you stutter.

-I know, I know that I was rude last week and I'm being just way too out of line. -Her eyes shine with a glint never seen before, in her mind the thoughts are divided whether she should speak from her heart, as Karina. Or speak from her brain as Ms. Jimin, regional Manager of your branch.

-You know you're my worker, and this is incredibly inappropriate.

-Don't you feel the same for me? I saw you looking for my eyes before.

-Don't be ridiculous, I'm your boss. -Despite the way she feels work ethics comes first, how can a manager could let a worker speak to her that way?

-I don't care. -It's the last thing you said before leaning forward and placing your hand against her cheek, caressing her soft skin and pressing your lips over hers.

For a second all that exists is you and her, together in a tight embrace holding her waist desperately thinking that if you'd ever let go of her she'd just vanish in the thin air. She responds to your advances letting your body invade her personal space, for mere seconds that feel like an eternity all that she can feel is your hands gripping her blouse until she lets go of any ties and wrap her arms around your neck, tipping into her toe-tips to match as much as she can your height.

-We... We can't... I'm your boss... -Her voice comes out cracking, breathing unsteady due to the raw passion she just felt a while ago. -It's inappropriate.

-I don't care, I'll quit if needed, I just care that I want you.

-I want you too. -She rests her head on your shoulder nuzzling her face in the crook of your neck.

You then caress her soft hair, taking a deep breath of her unique scent that send jolts of electricity along your brain.

-So what now, boss? -This time the words come out strong, lovingly, softly.

-Now we talk to HR, couples need to fill paperwork. -She pulls back and looks into your eyes again. -You always make me do more and more paperwork... -She then whispers in your ear. -Sweetie.

[allthingsfangirl101]

A Different Kind of Client Part 2 – Gary Johnson

Part 1

Gary's POV

It's been three days since I ignored my boss' orders and continued working on Y/N's case. Y/N and I have continued to plan things. The more I hear about their relationship, the more I despise this guy.

How could he treat her like she's nothing? Y/N's incredible. She's funny. She's sweet. She's beautiful.

Over these last few days, Y/N and I have spent too much time together. We've met up for lunch every day and she constantly texts me whenever he gets home from work. Every part of me knows I shouldn't be getting close to a client, but there was something about Y/N. . .

My thoughts were interrupted when I noticed something weird in Y/N's husband's financials.

"No way," I mumbled. "The son of a bitch has a secret bank account. The bastard is keeping money from Y/N. This piece of shit is going to lose everything."

I was currently working around the security at the bank and making sure Y/N had access to her husband's financials when I was interrupted by my phone. I ignored the feeling I got when I saw that Y/N was calling me.

"Hey," I answered, "good timing. I need to ask you about. . ."

"Gary!"

"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting up straighter. I ignored the feeling of my heart jumping into my throat. "Y/N, where are you?"

"I'm at home," she said, her voice shaky. "Joey is on his way home and. . . He just called me. . . He's really angry, Gary. I have no idea why. Do you. . . Do you think he found out about you. . . About me hiring you. . . Oh my. . . What do I do, Gary? He gets extremely violent when he's angry. And if he's drunk. . ."

"First of all," I said, oddly calm, "breathe. I'm on my way. What I need you to do is lock yourself into the bathroom."

"The bathroom?" She stuttered.

"Yes," I said as I quickly slipped on my shoes, grabbed my keys, and ran out to my car. "It will be harder for him to get around the lock on the door."

"What if he. . ."

"I am on my way," I repeated when she didn't continue. "I will be there as soon as I can."

"Gary?" She said, her voice extremely broken. "I'm scared."

"I know," I sighed as I got in my car. "And that's okay. I'm on my way right now. I will be there soon."

"Please hurry."

I hung up the phone and tore out of my parking spot. I went well above the speed limit, wanting to get to Y/N's house as fast as I could. As soon as I got there, I ran into Y/N's house.

"Joey, please. . ."

I sped up the stairs when I heard her yelp.

"I'm only going to ask one more time. Who are you spending so much time. . ."

I completely forgot my training when I saw Y/N's husband had her pushed up against the wall with his hands around her neck. He was suffocating her.

"Get off of her!"

Y/N's eyes widened when she looked around her husband and saw me in the doorway.

"Who the fuck are you?" Her husband scoffed. He rolled his eyes as he turned back to Y/N. "This doesn't concern you, asshole. This is between me and my wife. Unless. . ."

I held my breath when he looked back at me. "This must be the guy you're cheating on me with."

"No," Y/N gasped. "It's not like that. This is. . ."

Y/N let out a small gasp of pain as he tightened his hold on her neck. I ran toward them, grabbed her husband's shoulders, and tore him away from her. I didn't have time to see the shock on Y/N's face as I got between him and her.

My anger took over when Joey tried to get back up. I grabbed him again and threw him back down. This time, I was on top of him and landed punch after punch.

"Gary?"

It was her voice that made me snap out of it. I stood up and tried to calm down before turning toward Y/N. The second I was facing her, she tucked into my chest. I let out a shaky breath as I wrapped my arms around her.

I looked down at her husband passed out on the floor. That protective feeling came back as I felt Y/N shake in my arms.

"Let's get you out of here," I whispered. With my arms still around her, I escorted her out. She didn't stop shaking as I led her out of her house and toward my car.

I opened the car door for her and she silently got in. When I got into the driver's seat, she was bouncing her knee nervously. Without thinking, I reached over and grabbed her hand.

"It's okay," I tried to soothe her. "You're safe."

"Am I?"

I turned toward her and lowered my voice. "Of course, you are, Y/N," I said urgently. "I am not going to let anything happen to you."

She smiled weakly at me, but it didn't reach her eyes. After looking at her for another moment, I shifted in my seat and turned on my car. Y/N leaned her head back as I pulled away from her house. I glanced over a few minutes later and saw Y/N with her eyes closed. My heart sank when I saw the tears streaming down her face.

I looked back at the street, my hands tightening around the steering wheel. I forced myself to calm down but I kept thinking about how it looked when Joey had Y/N pushed up against the wall, his hands around her neck.

Soon, we pulled up to my apartment. I put the car in park and got out, jogging around to her side. She had a small smile on her face when I opened the door for her. I kept close to her as we walked through the building.

I didn't relax until I had unlocked my apartment and let Y/N go inside first. I shut the door behind us and didn't hesitate to lock it. A smile formed on my face when Y/N relaxed.

I noticed myself holding my breath as she walked around, slowly taking my apartment in. I instantly noticed how tense her shoulders were as she had her arms wrapped tightly around herself. I opened my mouth to tell her she could take the bed and I'd take the couch, but she beat me to it.

"I shouldn't be here," she mumbled to herself. Her statement made my heart drop.

"You can't go home, Y/N," I said gently.

"I know that," she stuttered as she looked up at me. "But I shouldn't be here."

"Why not?" I asked, taking a step closer to her.

"Because," she whispered, "I hired you to kill my husband."

"I like to see it as you hired me to protect you from your husband," I smirked. "And I messed up and broke my number one rule."

"What rule?"

I pulled her into my chest, tightening my arms around her. "Never fall for a client."

I leaned down and gently pressed my lips to hers, giving her every chance to pull away. I felt everything in me relax when Y/N started kissing me back. Neither one of us held back as I wrapped my arms around her waist and she slid her hands up my chest.

Things started to speed up between us and neither one of us slowed things down. Our lips moved roughly in sync and our bodies were smushed as close together as they could be. I ran my fingers through her hair as Y/N started unbuttoning my shirt.

Something must have clicked in Y/N's head because she gasped and pushed me off of her.

"No," she started to panic. "No. No. No. What are we. . . We can't. . . I'm still married and you're the guy I hired to. . ."

"And once I finish the job, we can be together," I smirked as I pulled her into my chest.

"Gary," she stuttered, "isn't this a bit wrong?"

"Maybe," I shrugged. "But there is nothing connecting us."

"We've been texting each other," she said slowly.

"True," I said slowly. "But it just looks like you're talking to a cop."

"Wait, what?" She gasped as she took a step out of my arms. "A cop?"

"Yeah," I hesitated. I was suddenly hit with the urge to tell her the truth. The entire truth. "If anyone gets suspicious, I have a fake persona set up as a cop and you have reached out to me because you think your husband's financials have been weird, which by the way there is something weird in his financials."

"There is?"

I grabbed her hand and led her over to the couch. We sat down, a little too close but I didn't care.

"I was looking into your husband's financials and he has a completely different account that you aren't listed on."

My heart sank as Y/N connected the dots. "He's been. . . That's. . . Why would he. . ."

"I looked into it more," I said when she didn't finish her thought. "Y/N, it's not just a secret account. He is stealing money from his company. If we're careful about this, I won't have to kill him. We could get him arrested."

The look in Y/N's eyes changed. "You want to have him arrested, not killed?"

I froze when I realized what she was asking. It was true. Instead of setting her up for hiring someone to kill her husband, I was trying to find something I could use to arrest her husband for real.

"Well, yeah," I shrugged. Instead of telling her the truth, I told her how I felt. "With what into, there is always the risk that it will point back to you. I'm not willing to take that risk this time. This time, I want to go about this the right way. If we do it the right way, nothing happens to you."

"Gary," she stuttered. I grabbed her hand and scooted closer to her. I looked down and saw bruises forming around her perfect neck. I reached up and gently glided my finger against them.

"You deserve a guy who would never lay a hand on his girl," I said, my voice darkening. "You deserve a guy who would lay a hand on a guy who looked at his girl the wrong way."

"And you're that kind of guy?" She asked, her voice dropping as she leaned in.

I leaned in too and pressed my lips to hers. I heard her let out a soft moan as our lips moved in sync. Things got carried away again as I laid her down, hovering over her. I broke the kiss, both of us out of breath.

"I'm exactly that kind of guy."

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[phantom1111]

Not from around here

Homelander x female reader

Prologue ~

A loud beep startles me awake, groaning i turn to shut off my phone to stop the alarm, sitting up groggily in an attempt to wake myself up and yawning. I open up my phone and am greeted by 20+ missed messages and a few missed calls from my groupchat. Blinking in annoyance and still half-asleep i open the app up and lay back down.

Francis 🤑: Heyoo!!! We still hanging out tomorrow gang 😎😎

J-boss ⚡️: get this shit off my screen bro

Jack 💥: i mean if yall are down i got nothing planned this weekend

J-boss ⚡️: will there be bitches?

Izan 🧐: perchance…

Ian 🔥: GUYS WE SHOULD GO TRY THE NEW FLAVOR AT LITTLE CEASARS

Sandra 💋: shut up fatass… and im only going if y/n and carla are going 💁🏻‍♀️.

Carla 🧚🏻‍♂️: francis already asked our parents and they told him he can only go if i come with⚡️⚡️⚡️

Francis 🤑: i hate u

Jack 💥: i wouldnt take that man 😭

Izan 🧐: Y/N ANSWERRRR

Izan 🧐: wait all of you are going right?

Everyone: Yes!!

*10am*

You: hi guys im going

J-boss ⚡️: nonchalant ahh

You: im gonna stop you right there pal

I roll my eyes and throw my blanket off me, planting my feet onto the carpet floor beneath me. I walk over to my closet and rub the sleep out of my eyes, the only light serving me is the one coming from the sun seeping through my window.

After picking out a cute outfit i go and wash up, throwing on my clothes and looking myself in the mirror. I had chosen a black, lowcut longsleeve, tight shirt with a denim backless zip up high rise jumpsuit that flared at the ends i decide to finish off the outfit with a pair of black boots. I do a little twirl, satisfied with my smooth eyeliner and good outfit choice. Opening my phone back up to quickly text them that im ready and for someone to come pick me up.

I hear a knock at my front door and grab my black star shaped purse. “Bye mom!! Ill see you later love you!!” I call out and she reminds me to text her when im on my way back. I skip out the door and lock it behind me. “Sooo the mall right? Is everyone there yet” jack shrugs “i dunno everyone just said to hurry, also j-boss is in the backseat” i step into the passenger seat of his car and we head to the mall.

About 20 minutes later we pull up to the parking lot and walk into the macys, quickly spotting francis and carla talking to each other until they notice us “HEYYY Y/N” i wince at carla’s enthusiasm “heyy we should probably quiet down being out in public and all” she giggles and latches onto my arm. “Hey dont forget IM in charge of the card” francis snatches a card from carlas hand and they start bickering. I roll my eyes and sit down at a bench with jason and jack “hey when did Ian, Izan, and Sandra say when they were coming?”

As if on cue they walk into the macys, all arguing about who gets to ride shotgun next time. “Hi guys!! Looks like the whole gang is here right.. heh!” I playfully jab jack on the side waiting for everyone to laugh “good one right…!” Sandra cringes and only Izan laughs “if izan is the only one laughing thats a sign you should stop trying to be funny” I look over at jason with a glare.

*3 hours later*

“Ok i think thats enough shopping..” i look over at sandra and carla, all of us carrying multiple bags on each arm. “I should have let francis keep the card.. dads gonna KILL me” carla groans and we continue walking through the mall, or more like trudging along with all our bags. Until we finally catch a glimpse of all the boys in a vr video game store screaming “what the fuck are they doing??”

Sandra walks in and we see them all connected to the same game, their point of view projected on a giant screen. “I think its like a zombie apocalypse thing ive played this before” i sneak up behind ian and pinch his neck, he squeals and throws the headset off, turning to me with his fists raised ready to fight. I raise my hands in mock surrender and burst out laughing with sandra and carla, the boys take off their headsets to look at ian, bewildered, sending us into a further fit of laughter.

The store owner walks up to us and tells us to leave “whoops…” i let out a last laugh and wipe a tear from my eye. “Bro ian youre really getting butched around by y/n” they laugh at him and we walk out of the mall after buying ourselves a drink at one of the stands. I take a sip of my horchata and giggle. “Hey wait i gotta tie my laces!!” We turn to Francis who is far behind us and as i begin to walk towards him i feel the ground below me slip from my feet. I scream and feel myself plummet, my skin feeling as though its warping around me until i slam against a grassy surface.

I look up and groan, hearing the rest of my friends make noises of pain and confusion behind me. “What the hell..???” I sit up and look around, there seems to be a television crew but they look startled and start making their way towards us, along with a group of random bystanders. I try to stand up and i look around me, noticing we are in a completely different city “yo where the fuck are we??” I hear jason exclaim behind me. Ian points at the giant building in front of us “is that the fucking vought tower” i gasp and my jaw drops, the crowd around us getting larger and i notice some of them wearing vought merch “theres no way this is real right?” I turn to look at them trying to make sense of the situation.

A loud thud surprises me and the crowd breaks apart, now taking photos and turning their attention partly to the person. The figure gets closer and I realize its THE homelander.

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HII thank you to anyone who read this, I’ve never posted any kind of writing and i kind of just came up with this on a whim. I know it looks like WATTPAD writing 🫣 but please let me cook, by the time anyone is reading this i would have probably have published more parts so if you like it lucky you, if you don’t then im sorry for releasing more of this vermin onto earth 😭🙏🏾 (tips/ideas welcomed)

[littlequackerman]

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu x Reader- Sick Day (fluff)

So this was originally posted on my old account, greenteaandchildrenscreams, but i deleted that account and i wanted to rewrite this now that ive improved my dialogue a bit so here you go. enjoy <3

(warning: swearing)

You groaned as you got out of bed, your headache pounding with every step you took towards your kitchen. You got out your thermometer, stuck the metal tip under your tongue and waited for its results.

"101.4... damn, that sucks... where's the ibuprofen" you thought. You went into your bathroom and took the painkillers with some benadryl (or whatever meds you take when youre sick) and headed back into your room before covering yourself with as many blankets as you could find and falling asleep.

You were awoken hours later by your phone beeping off the hook. You shielded your eyes from its bright light as you checked your messages (the painkillers had helped your headache but fevers are bitches) and saw a bunch of missed calls and texts from your favorite mafia boss.

short king 💓

hey where are you you havent been in class for 2 days teach is worried

You

Sry i have a fever i feel like shit

i took some meds earlier and took a nap but i still feel crappy

short king 💓

ill be there soon

You

you dont have to i dont want you to get sick read 4:45 pm

You sighed at his lack of response but quickly fell back asleep.

You were woken up again a short time later by Fuyuhiko banging on your bedroom door. You pushed off the blankets that were still on you (you had kicked most of them off in your sleep) and opened the door. The short blonde was holding a large bowl and a tote bag.

"Fuyu how the hell did you get into my house?"

"Peko."

You let out a small laugh, of course she'd be able to get into your apartment. She did work for a yakuza leader, after all.

"I brought some soup and medicine." Fuyuhiko set the bowl, apparently containing soup, down on your nightstand. "I wasn't sure what you're sick with so I brought a bunch."

You smiled. Although he had a brash and intimidating facade you could definitely see his caring side sometimes. This was one of those times.

"Have ya eaten yet?"

"No."

"Dumbass, how the fuck are you gonna get better if you don't eat shit?"

He led you over to your bed. As you sat back down on it he handed you the bowl of soup and a spoon.

"Chicken Noodle. Peko made it."

The soup was delicious, as you had suspected when you heard Peko had made it. You quickly finished off the whole bowl and handed it back to Fuyu.

"Make sure to thank Peko for me. That was delicious." you said as you rearranged the pillows on your bed and laid back down.

"Will-do."

Fuyu got out some painkillers and allergy medicine from his bag. You took a dose of both before once again rolling over in preperation for a nap. You saw Fuyuhiko head towards the door and called out to him.

"Fuyu, wait."

He turned. "What, ya need anything else?"

"Yeah. Can you cuddle with me till I fall asleep?"

He turned bright red, but still walked back towards your bed, kicking off his shoes and getting under the covers with you. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your head in his neck.

"Thank you for everything today. I appreciate it." you breathed into the curve of his neck.

"It's nothin, dumbass."

"I still appreciate it..." you trailed off, but not before murmuring "Love you."

Fuyuhiko was startled by your words but still let out a soft "Love you too." before falling asleep himself.

You two would have plenty of time to figure out your feelings when you woke up.

[taeyongsfemdom]

"I cannot believe this."

You held your phone in disbelief after you finished listening to a voicemail from your ex-boyfriend Dante. You broke up with him after three going on four years of dating when you found out that he cheated on you with a girl from the college you both attended. After the break-up, you swore off men to focus on yourself and your company's success. A knock on your office door caught your attention as Mason and Norilyn walked in.

"Hey girl hey!"

"You girls will never believe who left me a message just now! You're gonna die"

"Who bitch who??"

"My ex-boyfriend"

Both of their jaws dropped when you said that, they both remember the day when you called all of your best friends while crying your eyes out from how angry you were about what he did to you. Shockingly, you didn't kill him or block him since you cared so deeply about him during your relationship. So for once, the evil bitch didn't come out.

"There’s no way! What did he say??"

"He said he wants to talk and work things out since he's learned from his mistake."

"He decides to reach out three years later?! What are you gonna do, boo?"

"Not gonna reach out to him that's for sure"

You shrugged until Norilyn's face lit up with an idea.

"What if you showed him that you got a new boyfriend? Hear me out for a second! Look, you've definitely changed over the years, and to add to that, you found a new man! Send him a text saying that you wanna meet with him tomorrow night to talk and pretend you want him back and then BOOM! Bring out the boyfriend!"

"Gotta hand it to her, that's not a bad idea, boss"

You raised a brow at the idea at first, but after some thinking, you agreed.

"I do have one question, where the fuck am I gonna find a boyfriend in 24 hours?"

"I know someone!"

A sneaky grin appeared on Nori's face as she picked up the framed picture of Taeyong you had on your desk, her nails clicking against the glass as an evil laugh left Mason's lips before grabbing the picture from her.

"Oh no, no no no"

"Who is this handsome guy?? Oh my god he's gorgeous! Where did you meet him?? Oh my god you're such a lucky woman!"

"Y/N it's the perfect plan! You could dress all sexy too, do your makeup and hair and make him see what he's been missing out on!"

"I do have a red dress I've been wanting to wear"

You smiled at your friends before sending Dante a voice memo to come to your house at 8 PM tomorrow, which gives you guys the perfect amount of time to plan.

"Alright ladies, let's do this."

Tomorrow evening finally rolled around as you were getting ready for Dante's arrival. He responded quickly to your message and said he'll be there in a heartbeat, Norilyn was upstairs helping you with your hair while you worked on your makeup in the mirror. The various little photocards of Taeyong scattered around the glass of your mirror caught her eye while curling your hair.

"So what did you end up telling Taeyong?"

"All I told him is that I have a guest coming and that he was just gonna serve us drinks. I didn't mention the plan to him, also where the hell is Mason?"

"She's on her way! She had an appointment to go to! It's only 7, so we have an hour! He's gonna be in for a big surprise, also off topic but I've noticed you have alot of pictures of Taeyong around your vanity. Makes it look like you have a little crush on him, it's cute"

"Shut up, I don't have a crush on my client. That's ridiculous"

She really had no idea what you and that boy had going on behind closed doors, and a crush wasn't even the right word. You were obsessed with him.

8 PM comes quickly as a black range rover pulled into the driveway of your home, the lights flashing into the house as Nori ran to the door with anticipation. Mason was nearby, but watching from the dining room and messaging you that he was here. She opened the door slowly to find Dante standing there with a large bouquet of fresh roses, his brow quirked up when he saw that it was your assistant at the door.

"Dante! Welcome!"

"Oh umm hi Norilyn! Wasn't expecting you to be here, been a while! Is Y/N home?"

"She is! She's finishing up getting ready! How about you come in and make yourself comfortable? She should be down in a minute!"

He smiled and stepped into the house and looked around in awe from how beautiful it was. It's been years since he's seen you, so he didn't really know what to expect.

"Wow! Didn't know she moved into a new place. It's beautiful in here!"

"Oh yes! She's worked long and hard for it, but you wouldn't know wouldn't you?....cheater"

"You said something?"

"Oh, nothing! She'll be down any-"

"Ooooohhhh Dante!"

Dante's jaw dropped as you walked towards him, you were a stunning red cocktail dress that hugged your curves perfectly. Your full cleavage was in perfect view as your red heels clicked against the floor, your curled hair bouncing with every step. The man had a shocked look on his face as you took the bouquet from his hands, his eyes scrolling up and down

"Are these roses for me? You shouldn't have! Thank you! Did you miss me, darling?"

"Of course I did! It's been a while baby! You look fantastic. I've missed you so much! I just really wanna talk about what happened between us and fix it!"

You smiled at him as you pressed your hands against his chest, you couldn't deny the fact that Dante was handsome. He treated you like a queen and you were so happy, until your heart got broken.

"Aww baby! You're so sweet! But there's something that I gotta tell you"

"What is it my queen?"

"I have a new boyfriend.."

"Wait..what?!"

Taeyong appeared behind the both of you, but stopped in his tracks when he saw you in that red dress. Those cute chubby cheeks getting pink before you ran over to hug him, confusion appearing in his chocolate eyes as you whispered in his ear.

"Just relax and play along, I'll explain later"

Dante stood back in shock as you held Taeyong's very sweaty hand, he honestly looked like he was gonna pass out just from holding his hand.

"Y/N, who the hell is this?"

"Dante. This is my boyfriend Taeyong. We've been together for over a year now and he's such a dream! I couldn't ask for anyone better, he's kind, sweet and so so talented!"

"Y/N?!?! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!"

Anger started to take over as you turned to face him, you let go of Taeyong's hand before going face to face with Dante, Norilyn and Mason peeping in slowly from the kitchen to watch the chaos unfold along with Taeyong backing away with fear.

"How could I do this? HOW COULD I DO THIS?! Are you seriously asking me that?! Dante, you broke my heart into a million pieces and I never forgot the pain I experienced. By the grace of god I've moved on, but I locked my heart up because of you! I don't think you ever learned your lesson, you don't fucking care about me. I never wanna see your ass ever again, so you can get the fuck out of my house."

"Baby...BABY PLEASE!"

You turned your back to him before wrapping your arms around Taeyong's broad shoulders, you gave him a wink as your red lips leaned into his. The sound of the front door opening and closing with a slam stopped that kiss from happening.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

"YAAAASS MY QUEEN!!! I told you this plan would work!....also when did your boobs get so huge, boss?"

"Magic. Okay ladies time to go!"

You rolled your eyes as you ushered both girls to the front door.

"Just asking because they're popping out of that dress"

"Out ladies!"

"Are you pregnant?"

"GET OUT!"

The door swung closed with the sound of the lock clicking, you took Taeyong's hand and walked him over to the couch to have a little chat.

"Goddess?"

"Yes, little rose?"

"Um, who was that guy?"

"That was my ex-boyfriend Dante. We met in college and dated for 3 years until he cheated on me, so I broke up with him. He messaged me the other day and wanted to get back together, so Norilyn came up with the idea to pretend to have a new boyfriend and you were the chosen candidate"

His face started turning as red as your dress since he got flustered at the thought of him being your significant other, another possibility was your tits being right in his face or the fact that you almost kissed him. You put the back of your hand against forehead to make sure he wasn't getting sick since he was getting so red.

"Are you feeling alright, angel cake? You're looking a little flushed"

"U..um you almost k..kissed me"

"Oh yeah, about that...I scared you to death didn't I? I didn't mean to do it on purpose, I just wanted to show Dante that I've moved on from him. You were a wonderful little actor! Again, I'm sorry for getting you into this mess, little rose.

"It's okay. I was gonna say that i'm really sorry that happened to you, Dante doesn't understand that you're an amazing woman, you're very kind, caring and beautiful! You deserve someone better who will treat you right! Also you really look really nice in that d..dress!

"Awwww little rose!"

You gave him a tight hug that lasted a little longer than usual, you gasped before pulling away from him. The both of you stared at each other for a few seconds before heading upstairs to get ready for bed.

"U..um how about we head upstairs to bed! It's been a long night"

"S..sure!"

You smiled at him while you both walked up the stairs, Taeyong trying to hide the blush appearing on his cheeks yet again.

~Is this a bad time to mention that I'm falling in love with her?~

Bonus Scene:

"Hello?"

"I'm backing out."

"What?! You can't fucking back out! You said you would get me the address to her house, if not, then you'll regret it"

Dante gripped the steering wheel tight while talking to a mystery stranger.

"You don't scare me. I'm not gonna dox her just so you can get revenge over some threat that you probably deserved. I never wanted to hurt her, she's clearly moved on from me."

"What are you talking about?"

"When I went inside, she had a new boyfriend and she seemed pretty serious about him, It was some korean guy, but it doesn't matter! I'm done with this shit with you Francesca. Don't call my phone again, find some other guy to use for your dirty work"

"Korean guy? Dante, wai-"

The phone hung up before she could get another word out, anger flowing through her as she sat there plotting her revenge against the woman who threatened her back at that photoshoot.

"There's no way she's dating her own client. I will find this bitch one way or another"

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Take it Out of My Chest

🩸 Previous Parts Here 🩸

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warning: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heat, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, scared boys, asthma, MF being a meddling alpha, threats, Dom almost snapping, Collette being a saint, awkward boys, sweet kisses, teasing each other, back handing, blood, deep talks, Big Bad Things revealed, past SA, past miscarriage, terrible parents, past major abuse (seriously! Keep yourselves safe!), self hate, mentions of killing, past murder threats from family, pregnancy talks, terrified Kells, playful insults, body worship, trigger talks, boys getting naked, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: lets say explicit

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Dom could feel his asthma acting up as he ran back to the place his lover called home. His mate. His family. He made something pure from himself and he couldn't wrap his mind around it. He had an errant thought he hoped he didn't give his child his shite lungs but even that made him smile. He made a baby. With Colson. His mate.

For once he went on the elevator when he reached the hotel. He was pretty sure the staff would allow him but as he reached to push the button he was stopped in his tracks by the sight of his forearm. Oh. Oh! His omega bit him! His mark had marked him back. Fighting or not it must have counted to their bodies. If the Alpha hadn't been so excited he would have facepalmed himself.

His phone went off and he picked it up to find a simple text. It was from the omega he was heading to see as if Kells could feel him approaching. For a second he couldn't figure out the meaning of the string of numbers but when the glass box stopped and refused to open on the correct floor it all made sense. A pass code. Mr. Gun was welcoming him back. With a smile that hurt his cheeks and felt near manic Dom typed in the code but the moment the doors opened his glee vanished. Or retreated. He could still feel it in his chest but it was hiding, his childlike happiness protecting itself from another bad Alpha. “Megan.” He growled as his hand reached for the bag at his hip. He didn't even carry his regular kit anymore after Col had made so many playful jokes. He didn't need the full thing but he never went anywhere without at least one blade. And that bitch was about to see what it felt like.

“Hey Daddy’s bitch. I thought I ran you off.” She purred, winking at him as they faced off in front of the elevator. “I honestly thought I'd find you in pieces on the sidewalk.”

She saw him. She knew he was outside the window and she'd kissed his mate to mark what she claimed as hers. “Not so easy to get rid of but I figured I should take out Col’s trash like a good mate.” He matched her energy even though all he wanted was to find his omega and… well he hadn't decided what to do yet. He just worried about letting his lover see him like that. They weren't hidden, there was a small hallway entrance from the elevator but it was open to the flat. Somewhere his family was waiting for him.

“I should have known he'd pick a pussy. Look at you being a good little leashed bitch. I guess that's why it couldn't work between him and I, I have to be on top.”

“I get you fink tha’s an insult but you obviously don't know good pussy. I feel bad for whoever you convince to fuck you.” This was what he loved, those moments before a kill where they traded verbal barbs. She might be a spider weaving her web but he was often compared to a cat. It wouldn't be hard to bat this bitch to death.

Megan stepped closer, standing on tiptoe to press herself close. He knew she was trying to show she wasn't scared of him but it didn't prove shite to him. “You should ask your bitch omega. He knows mine is magic.”

“Dom? You here?” The killer was distracted by his lover's voice instantly and Megan slipped out of the apartment as she laughed. His urges were burning inside him but they died down as the other man walked out to join him.

“You look-” They started to speak at the same time and stopped short. While they would normally playfully insult each other they couldn't at the moment. Everything felt strange.

“I was worried you wouldn't come back.” Kells made himself be honest. Open. His mother had told him he had to try.

“Oh? Cause of tha’ bitch? Nah. We good.” The Alpha shrugged, his heart in his throat. Col was still shirtless and his gaze kept dropping to that anarchy tat. Somewhere inside was something he helped make.

“We aren't. I fucked up. I mean, it's not like I owe you shit but…” Kells felt his emotions on a thin fuse. His eyes burned as if he might cry. He swallowed whatever he was about to say as his mother tried to sneak from his bedroom to the front door. The woman couldn't be stealth to save her life.

“Happy to see you back. You feeling better?” She asked of Dom as she stopped next to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

He gave her a genuine smile and a soft hug. “M’great. Don't worry luv, I got ‘em.” He gave her a little wink and even though she had no thoughts of him of the sort she still blushed. There was something incredibly charming about the father of her grandchild. Oh. Oh absolutely not. That thought sobered her right up.

“You kids play nice.” She teased as she stepped to the door and paused a moment before making her exit. “Dom sweetheart, I was thinking of offering you and your brother the apartment down the hall. Do you think Tom would like it?” Oh, so it wasn't just Colson who had been occasionally texting his best friend. They were all getting to know each other. The Alpha might actually have a family. Shite.

“I fink as long as it's got good WiFi he's ‘appy.” Dom grinned back as his lover floundered behind them.

As the door closed and they were left alone- Kells thought, he felt a little awkward again. “Fuck me I guess. Could have sworn I was the boss.”

“No you couldn't.” Dom joked with a happy smile and Colson chuckled.

“No I couldn't.” He took a deep breath as the Alpha walked closer and let that scent comfort him. “You came back.”

Dom’s grin grew wider. “Ya needed me.”

“Fuck you.” Kells huffed back, reaching for the other man's hand. “Do me a favor?”

“Any’fing.” And Dom meant it.

Colson didn't use words, he didn't have to. He just yanked his lover's scarred arm and pulled the smaller man flush against him, their lips meeting in a soft kiss. “I fhought you ‘ated kisses.”

“Mmm. Had to get her off my face.” The words were muttered between gentle pecks, neither was ready for much more. Together didn't mean everything was fixed. They were both too scarred for that. “She made me puke.”

“Oh yeah? ‘Ope you rinsed ya mouf out.” Dom joked, his mouth parting as his omega licked playfully over the seam of his lips.

“Mmm no, you're better than Listerine.” Col laughed and made a noise like a squeak when the Alpha squeezed his hips.

They stood in the doorway of Colson's bedroom for a while, sharing kisses and wandering touches. It felt like a metaphor for all they were going through. The in-between. Did they go to the bedroom or did the Alpha leave? Dom knew he couldn't go but he couldn't just fall into bed yet either.

He took a breath and eased back from the kiss but he didn't pull his hands away. If the omega needed space he could take it. He wouldn't disconnect. “‘Ow long you known?”

The words felt like cold water on Col's head but he didn't pull away. Not yet. The comforting hold started to feel suffocating but he leaned back against the doorframe and met the younger man's gaze. “Know what?”

“Come on Cols. I might be daft but it's your body. We should ‘ave talked about it by now. You need to see a doctor or summat.” The thought made Dom’s pulse quicken and his stomach sour. He fucking hated doctors. Maybe a midwife?

“I don't know what the hell you're talking about. Come on, let's lay down.” Colson stepped away but he pulled his Alpha after him. He was trembling all over but he thought he might could stop the killer from talking another way.

“Colson come on, ya mum told me. I should ‘ave known but I fhought- I won't explain wha’ I fhought cause you'll fink I'm daft but… We need to talk about our b-” Or not. Kells backhanded his Alpha so hard Dom stumbled back against the door frame. In-between again so soon, but he caught himself and stepped closer. Refusing to be pushed away so easily.

“S-sorry. I didn't mean-”

“It's okay. Ain't upset. It's a lot, I get it. Especially wiv ‘ow you live. I understand but we need-”

“The fuck you do!” Colson didn't mean to scream. He didn't mean to use so much volume his throat hurt. He didn't mean to shake and he definitely didn't mean for his eyes to fill so full he almost cried. He couldn't lose his shit. They were so close to making it work.

Dominic took a deep breath and the scent of terrified omega hurt his heart. He didn't want to make his love cry but they needed to talk and too many pieces of the puzzle were starting to click into place. He didn't want to scare his mate so he walked around to his side of the bed. He kept his distance but sat down, facing away for a moment. He couldn't look at the man while he spoke. He knew that sometimes the only way to make someone feel safe opening up was to know someone else had been through a similar battle.

Kells didn't move. He couldn't. He could feel something dark and twisted between them but it didn't feel wrong. It was as if their masks had fallen away completely and their devils were meeting each other. He just stayed standing next to the bed and met Dom’s eyes in the reflection of the shower wall.

“Me dad was so bloody exited to ‘ave a baby Alpha. Me mum told me it was the best day of ‘is life when I were born. Tha’ didn't last. Pretty soon I showed signs of asthma and he got upset he was given a broken kid.” Dom shrugged but it was only the beginning and Col could tell. “Me parents fucking ‘ated each over. Me dad beat me mum a lot. And me. He said the only good fings about ‘megas was a wet cunt, a willing slave, and a top price broodmare. But he didn't even marry one. Mum was a beta. He said one weren't good enough for tha’.” He sighed, hunching in on himself as he neared the first part he had to fight to say aloud.

“When I were about seven I got a lil sister. Ended up wiv two but… summat really broke in ‘im after ‘er. It probably always was. She was like you. An omega. Beautiful and sweet and so small. He was pissed. He wanted to sell ‘er right away but mum convinced him to wait. Dad he… he must ‘ave fhought I should ‘ave felt summat wiv ‘er around because when I jus’ treated ‘er like me sister he took me to a d-doctor. Beta bitch said he ‘ad a special test. He were jus’ a sick fuck who liked touching little boys. When I didn't pop a knot he said I were broken.”

Kells choked on a breath and his knees felt too weak to hold him up. He sat on the bed and Dom turned to face him, sitting sideways with one leg bent on the mattress. The omega couldn't speak yet but he stayed facing the man in front of him. He could at least show him that respect.

“Beatings got worse. He fhought he could force me to be a better Alpha and not be so bloody soft. I kept me sisters safe until… when I got a bit older and still didn't ‘ave a proper rut he… One night he brought a lady ‘ome. She was ‘is age about and I fink he'd been fucking ‘er on the side. ‘Ell if I know. He put a gun to me ‘ead and told me if I didn't fuck ‘er right he'd kill me. I still couldn't… But she did anyway.” Colson couldn't stop a small sob from escaping and Dom’s red gaze locked on his. “Funny fing... I 'it puberty a monf later around me next birfday. Jus' a late bloomer. When I say I understand…” He shrugged with a self deprecating smile.

The omega took a shaking breath and spoke so fast he wasn't even sure he made sense. “I was pregnant when my dad sold me. I lost… lost them after mom and Travis took me in. He- my dad's brother he… and my father caught him. Of course an omega's word didn't mean shit. I was too much like my mom. He left me for dead in the hands of a trafficker. If Travis hadn't found me…” He paused for a moment, his head dizzy and his stomach sick. Was this supposed to help? Make them closer? Wouldn't his Alpha leave after knowing he was broken? “I was twelve.” His large hand dropped to cup his stomach momentarily before it fell between them on the bed. “I didn't know. I didn't know until they were gone. Mom helped me and let me go on blockers. So you see… I can't do what you think. I'm broken.”

Dom's brows furrowed and his heart hurt. His mate was so very wrong but he was scared to push. He was starting to realize why Collette asked him to be patient. He just hoped their child could be too. “I don't fink you are. Or if you is, I am too and maybe we got the right shattered parts to make summat whole and beautiful togever.” He soothed.

“You're a fucking freak. I hope you know that.” The omega offered a playful tease as their fingers met and twined between them. Just that gentle touch gave him butterflies.

It was hard for Dom. He was desperate to show his child love and to make sure they were safe and sound but he knew his lover's mental state was easily tipped over the edge. He couldn't push too hard or he might lose them both. Everything was so new even though it felt so deep. “If you could… would it be summat you want?” He asked carefully.

“If I could- which I can't so don't get any ideas, yeah I think I'd like to. But I can't.”

Dom huffed a soft laugh at his stubborn lover. “But you been sick-”

“Nightmares.”

“And you obviously got a problem wiv scents,”

“She stank. She's not my fucking Alpha and she forced me to kiss her! Of course I puked.”

“And you been ‘orny-”

“For you. Asshole. Not anymore.”

“Liar. And you been aching.”

“Who wouldn't after that monster dick. You made me bleed like some fucking virgin.”

“Mmm, you was. And it's been over four weeks.”

“Oh fuck you. Creepy psycho bitch.” Colson grumbled but it was honestly a compliment by that point. A pet name.

“Your psycho bitch. Ain't gonna win tonight am I?” Dom huffed back softly and his mate gave him a brilliant toothy smile.

“Absolutely not. But…” Kells took a breath and settled back against the bed, tugging the smaller man to crawl closer. “I suppose if it helps you sleep at night you can keep trying to convince me.” Both their gazes dropped to the omega's stomach and Dom knew it was the closest he'd get to acceptance. It was Col's way of saying he knew, it was the only thing he could admit for fear of getting attached.

“Alright. I'll convince you.” Dom vowed but it wasn't a promise to prove the omega was whelped. It was to prove he was a worthy partner. That even as mad as he was he could show love, he could take care of his family, he could be a good mate and father. “I fink you'll figure it out in a few months when your belly proves it for me.”

“Bullshit. I worked out like crazy just to put on muscle. I can't gain weight for shit.” The omega huffed as he pulled the other man down on top of him.

Dom caught the past tense of the statement. His lover at least wasn't lifting weights anymore. Pretty twat knew already but couldn't say it and the Alpha could accept that. At least he was being safe. Well as safe as a fucking mob boss could be. “Ya did good Cols.” The words were soft and they made the omega wriggle underneath him. It was to cover a multitude of things- that he stopped lifting weights, that he pushed Megan away, that he let Dom back in that night, and even for how he shared. Logically the Alpha knew they couldn't do this together without talking and learning about the other.

“Shut up.” The omega snapped back, his gaze flashing gold and flicking away. He couldn't look at the smaller man when his gaze was so heavy and intense. Fuck him.

Dom huffed softly but took the opportunity to press a kiss to Col’s chest. His full lips felt soft and warm and needy to the other man. The next kiss was to his collarbone, and another over his nipple. A jolt of pleasure like electricity moved through him as if there were a nerve from his chest to his core. A sharp gasp escaped him and Dom seemed to freeze a moment before he did it again but the bastard didn't linger for long. The Alpha inched down his body a little further but when Kells realized his destination was more sugar than spice he tangled his fingers in Dom's wild hair and yanked.

Dominic hissed softly but his dick still jerked. Pain was a confusion for him, at least from his lover. “Wha?” He asked as faux innocently as he could muster but when his eyes rolled up to meet his mate's they were candy apple red.

“I thought you were trying to get your dick wet, not be a snuggle slut with my womb. Sneaky psycho bitch.”

Dom bit his lower lip and let it roll back out slowly. There was still blood dripping from the cut that Colson left. He'd never been backhanded that hard. His dad liked to use his fist. All his kisses left claims on the omega's skin and he let himself admire the sight. “Can't I do boff?”

“Absolutely not. At least not right now.” Colson was trying to be good, he didn't want to tell his lover he could never be a d- he couldn't even think the word without having to swallow panic. He just couldn't handle it right that moment with everything so fresh in his mind and Megan's scent still clinging to his skin.

Dom paused for a moment as if he were computing the new information and deciding what move to make next. Finally he nodded and crawled back up, laying his body flush against the other man's. “Ya know I'm not psycho yeah?” He asked and Colson arched a brow. “Sociopaf. It's different.” He wasn't offended by the nickname but he needed the omega to know. He wasn't even sure if shite like that was genetic or not.

“Apples and oranges. Still a piece of fruit.” Kells teased and Dom grinned. “Sorry about the um…” He sighed, ruffling the younger man's hair before dropping his hand. “I should ask if shit triggers you.”

“Ain't a gun neiver.”

“No like… I don't want to remind you of… shit.” Colson wasn't good at this. He didn't do relationships and he certainly didn't care to protect others emotions besides maybe his mom.

“Oh.” The Alpha had no clue what to say. It wasn't like he'd done this before in a healthy way. The man underneath him was his sex list.

“Hair pulling?”

“S’okay.”

“I shouldn't have rocked your shit. I'm sorry.”

“I doubt it'll be ya last reason to bitch slap me.” Dom was surprised when his mate laughed and it put a happy smile on his face.

“What about…” Colson trailed off as his sight explored the boy. His neck was covered in small healing bites and his arm was scarred deep. He was pretty sure with that one he hit bone. “Teeth?”

“I don't fink you could stop if ya tried. But it's okay. I don't fink I got none of ‘ose. Me minds too fucked.”

Col had to stop himself from snorting, he might be blonde but he wasn't dumb. Normally. Something would come up at some point. It had to. He just wished he could know ahead of time. “You wouldn't let me bend over.” When Dom shuddered he knew he was right. “We'll figure it out.”

“Wha' about you?”

“What about me? Oh-” Maybe he was a little dumb. The omega shrugged and sighed, his long fingers finding their way under Dom’s shirt. “Everything sets me off. I never know what it'll be. It's not like I've really done this shit before but baby I am a gun, don't be afraid to use me. Just do it and we'll figure out this shit as we go.”

“You a cheesy fuck Mr. Gun.”

“And you're overdressed.” He grumbled back, pulling the boy's hoodie and shirt off over his head. He felt a rush of heat between his thighs as he tossed them away and stared at his lover above him.

“And you bossy.”

“Duh. Now…” The silence felt so loud and Col realized it was his blood rushing in his ears. He was nervous as hell or maybe excited. He had never tried fucking a guy when it wasn't life or death. He'd always just stuck his dick in beta girls, they couldn't tell the difference in what he was and an Alpha. He certainly never thought he'd be wanting to get fucked, that bastard turned his life upside down. “Weren’t you about to blow me?” It wasn't a beg for sex, he wasn't sure he could ask for that and besides their first day together they'd basically been priests. Whatever happened the night before felt like two kids in band camp, not two adults with a- no. Nope. Fuck.

He watched the killer lick his red swelling lips and felt them both twitch. He couldn't rush this shit, he hadn't exactly been joking about how easy he was to break.

“I were?” Dom asked, his own cock so hard behind his slacks he ached.

Colson smiled and nodded, his shaking hands the only giveaway he was nervous and he knew he was making marks in the younger man's soft skin. “You were.”

“I were. I fhought I were about to eat you out but alright.” The omega inched further down his lover's body.

“Oh. Well… fuck. Wait do you have your god damn grandpa shoes on my fucking bed? Do you have any idea how expensive these sheets are?” The switch in tone was so fast it made Dom's head spin.

He tried not to think his omega was an OCD princess but the thought did cross his mind. His red eyes rolled as he kicked his shoes off to the side behind him- all without pulling away from his mate. “Me creepers ain't grandpa shoes and nei'ver is me pants. Sorry I ain't got expensive tastes ya ‘ighness.”

“You're lucky you're cute. If you didn't have such a slutty looking mouth with those fucking DSLs I'd kick your ass out for that.” The mob boss growled mostly teasingly.

Dom tried not to let on when something inside him was shocked that he didn't hate hearing those words from Col. He'd heard so much about his whore mouth growing up. Or that he looked like an omega prostitute. From his lover it sounded like a compliment but one thing confused him. “DSLs?”

Kells chuckled. He was almost surprised at how innocent the murderer was. It made him appear even younger. “It's like banging a teenager.” Colson cringed at the thought but Dom just tilted his head as he sat back on his pink socked ankles. He'd have to ask about those at some point, the guy was always wearing them. He busied himself by working his jeans open, raising his ass to let Dom pull them off before he could second guess his needs. “Dick sucking lips.”

The Alpha was so distracted as he worked his omega's too tight jeans down his inked thighs he barely registered the phrase. “Well I ain't before.” He explained offhandedly but once he got the guy nude he whined. Colson was gorgeous, that he already knew. He had to climb off the bed backwards to pry the material off and he stood there wide eyed, worshiping Kells with his gaze. His lover flushed pink as he pulled his legs bent and slowly let them fall open, giving Dom a visual to speed his pulse and make his knot try to pop. The omega was obviously wet, his folds shiny and blushed and his cock was full, resting on his hip. “But I fink I can learn.” Dom groaned, his voice somehow already hoarse. He was throbbing as he stripped his own pants to the floor but he kept his boxer briefs in place. This was about Colson until the man asked otherwise.

“Yeah?” Col’s breath caught in his chest at the look Dom gave him. “Come here. Let me teach you?” It was a dangerous game offering that to an Alpha but his was far from normal.

“Please?” He tripped in his haste to get close again but he caught himself on the bed and crawled closer. The tip of his dick was already trying to escape his briefs, pink and leaking a mess against his stomach. This was about Colson though. He would prove he was a good lover. That he wasn't like those pushy fucks he took out. His omega could feel safe with him. “Wanna taste you.”

“Fuck yes."

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know! 🖤

Sorry for the cliffhanger but it was getting long. I know this was a heavy chapter but the next one should be fun! These boys have been through so much but they're good for each other. I hope you enjoyed! 💣🖤

[inkyquince]

Commission: Hey, Hey Sunshine

content warning. This is a kofi commission for @angrelysimpping, who wanted a Wremussy Letter, with Wren being a bit mushy and I was allowed to go ham, so I did do a bit of a switch and bait. Not happy at all with how the actual letter looks ngl. Anyway, dirty talk, threesome mention, cow TF mention, general nasty with Wren getting all mushy.

Visual letter below the cut, with Text based letter above (Not super proud of how the letter came out, so yknow, the ole switcheroo is good)

Hey, hey, sunshine. 

Just sending a note up to tell you that your horse did go on a walk about but we got her in from the Moors. Real bitch to get her back, but y’know, I’d do anything to make sure you’re a happy little thing. Y’know the saying, happy spouse, happy house, and we like keeping the boss real happy. 

So, y’know, anything you can think of with that pretty little head of yours, I’ll haul ass to make sure you remain a pampered, pretty little thing up at the house. 

The boss, not to put anything more than words in his mouth, is real fond of ya. And you should know that I’m going to make sure to make up for it when he’s away and all busy, y’know. We can take a few horses from the school, maybe walk around the estate and check on all the cute little animals, take a picnic out to the meadows and fuck you like a whore in the grass until you cum your brains out. Not going to take you back until your cute little hole is dribbling my cum, all over those pretty thighs. 

Are you proud of me? I made it, like, two paragraphs before I started to run my… What was it you called it? My filthy, perverted mouth. 

You seemed to take those words back when I tongue fucked that little hole all nice until you came all over my face. Fuck, I can shut my eyes and still taste you. That was when… We were hiding in the hayloft, wasn’t it? With all those workers milling down below, talking about how the boss’ spouse was such a cute looker. That they could just bend you over and make you squeal, if Remy wasn’t going to flay them alive for even thinking about it. All the while you were humping my face like a bitch in heat. 

I bet they’d all love to see that. See what we do together while Remy is out riding at the school. Your cum on my cock, fingers, face, tongue, even my thighs when you let me take you for a ride and rode my fucking leg instead. 

They’d love to watch me take you over our card table in the cottage. The way I carry you into the barn, into one of the empty stalls, and milk you like one of those gormless cows you love to dote on so much. God, you’d love to join em, wouldn’t ya? 

All tucked up in the stall, nibbling on apples and grass, being mounted all day and snoozing all night. It’s the perfect life for such a cute little thing, isn’t it? But sadly, Boss loves just having you on his arm and in his bed. I could try and talk him into it, maybe let it sleep how you stained his favorite bed sheets while we were having a quickie on your marriage bed. He might like the thought of punishing his spouse like that. I don’t think he’d tug Nicki on over for a photoshoot with any of… The other actors, but might just have him record him fucking your little ass as you moo and beg for more. 

Fuck, you’re so cute, it doesn’t matter if you got those cute little cow ears either way. It’s why I can’t resist having my hands all over you. Even when you two got married, I always think back to when you greedily took my cock in the backroom before the wedding, all cute in your white outfit, that perfectly hid all the cum I spilled over the fabric. Fuck, you’re just the most perfect little thing. Bait for me losing my job, bait for me getting caught with my trousers around my ankles. You’re like something tasty that I can’t help but indulge in. Lick your skin, bite it, mark you up, but I’m not fucking allowed. I’m always so annoyed that I’m not allowed… 

But fuck, what Remy says, goes. He’s the only one allowed to suck at your neck and chest and thighs. I leave ONE and he nearly beats my ass, and worst, you’re good ole Mayor Chucklefuck in bed as you watch us. 

Fuck, what am I supposed to do? 

Doll, you make me go crazy. When I heard Remy was gonna marry some townie, I knew the boss and I were still gonna fuck. What I didn’t expect was for this… Perfect little townie to trot up in here, all nervous about their new life. When Remy messaged me to meet up with him, I felt bad. Like you didn’t deserve your future husband getting slam fucked in the ass by the bastard that lives on your land, but fuck. 

Nothing was more beautiful than the sight of you in the bed, Remy three fingers deep in your hole as you squirmed. He wasn’t going to let you be left out. Fuck, sweetheart, I don’t use the L word when it comes to how the boss feels a lot of the time, but that fucking showed how much he loves you. He’s had girlfriends and boyfriends, but Remy and I were always… Private. Private and forever, but you’re in on that now. The others never were. 

Fuck, I’m being all… Mushy now, ain’t I? Talking about how you two are my forever, while writing a poorly disguised love letter that’s supposed to be talking about your fucking horse. All the while Remy is hunting for his socks and telling me to stop smiling like an idiot at my notepad. 

I hate the fact that you couldn’t join us. We didn’t get that into it, not while you’re out on the town, just jerked each other off and Remy sucked me off, but we prefer…. Having you pinned down and fucked, in a place only we can properly have you. 

Shit. 

Alright. Let me finish this up. Remy also wants me to tell you that he’s gonna be back shortly before dinner tonight, so look pretty. Keep in mind, to us, pretty means sweatpants and no shirt. ;D

Anyway, see ya soon, sunshine. 

Masterlist

Kofi

AO3

[galaxyedging]

Modern Oberyn Martell x f!reader

Modern Oberyn Masterlist

Summary: It suddenly feels like Oberyn is the one good thing in your life. Your brain doesn't take that too well.

Warnings: Smut. Self doubt.

WC:3.4k

Partner

See, I told you he needed a dick punch. I know.

That idea sounded more and more appealing as time went on. The more time you had to think, the more livid you became. Rage rolled inside you, clenching your fists and churning your stomach. Scott, the sleazy asshole from HR had called you into the bosses office. The version of events, that you knew he would tell everyone, the one where you were a crazy bitch, was what he had told your boss. It came down to 'he said, she said' so naturally you were out on your ear.

Reaching Oberyn's place, you were still incensed. By the time you had finished your account, so was Oberyn. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the kitchen counter. "Why didn't you tell me about what he did at the bar?!"

"I handled it. He's always an asshole so there was nothing to tell."

"If someone harms you, in any way, there's something to tell. I can't look after you if you hold things back from me."

"I didn't need looking after. I handled it."

"Yeah, real well." His words slapped you in the face causing you to recoil. "I'm sorry..." he stepped towards you.

Holding a hand up, you stepped away from him. "Don't." Snatching your bag off the counter you left to the sound of him calling your name.

Look after me?! What does he think I've been doing my entire adult life, with no help from anyone? Is that what he likes? Being the together one? He likes to pity me? Was that whole understanding big brother bit just for show? Between your brain's inability to shut the hell up and Oberyn's texts and missed calls, you barely slept. Deciding to take a very long shower, you threw on a playlist before slipping under the warm spray. The wet thinking box always helps. He came to pick you up at 2am. He cooks for you. He calls you everyday to check in with you. He always asks if we have time to talk when he does, time for him. He's insatiable in bed but always follows your lead. He never gives you more that you can handle. He's watched your comfort shows and movies because he wanted to know why you loved them. For once, your brain was talking a whole lot of sense. Oberyn was nothing but caring. He spent time truly getting to know you. He noticed the little things. For your birthday, only a few weeks into your relationship, he bought you a Sarah Sanderson Funko. "I saw she was missing from your shelf." He'd been in your room once. Once. Fuck.

Wrapping a towel around your wet body, you grabbed your phone. He answered on the third ring. "Hey. I'm glad you called..."

"..I'm sorry." You both spoke at the same time. Wow, you did the whole 'miscommunication that threatens to break you guys up' bit. Now, you're blurting out apologies in unison. Very Hallmark.

A nervous laughter bounced between you.

"I'm sorry for what I said. I was just angry at the bastards you work with. I get a little overprotective. I took my frustration out on you. There's no excuse for it but I wanted you to know the reason."

"It's okay. I called to say sorry for taking it too far. I know you were angry and frustrated and being bitchy, I just happened to be the one there to take the brunt of it. I should have stayed and talked. I know we lash out at the people closest to us, the ones we feel safe with. You know the old saying, about hurting the ones you love?"

"Yeah I know that one...and I do, you know?"

"Do what?"

"Love you."

"I..."

"I just wanted you to know. I thought I might lose you and I didn't know if I'd get the chance to say it. You don't have to say it, if you're not..."

"It's not that. I just...are you sure?"

"What?!"

"Are you sure you love me?"

"Yes, I am."

"Good. I love you, too."

"Good." He laughed warmly. "Can I come over and show you how much?"

"You'd better."

The towel you wore stayed wrapped around you until Oberyn pulled it off twenty minutes later. He muttered praise and affections against your breast as his lips and hands travelled them. Arriving at your nipples, he sucked one into his mouth while his fingers teased the other. He's so good at that. I love that about him. I love him.

"Penny for them?"

"Just thinking that I love you."

It was just that simple. You love him. He loves you. If that was the only thing going on in your life things would be great. Unfortunately for you, the whole 'needing a job to live' thing was killing the vibe.

Weeks passed, you had a few interviews but they didn't progress further.

"I'm doing some laundry. You wanna bring some over?" Oberyn offered one morning.

Yes, but you've been cooking for me, driving me to interviews, I can't let you do more from me.

"I'm not keeping score you know."

Easy there, Professor X.

"How do you do that?!"

"Do what?"

"Know what am thinking."

"I know you."

Simple. Oberyn had such unwavering honesty about him. If you were gorgeous and near perfect, you supposed you wouldn't have much to lie about either.

Months passed. The job market was a nightmare. Taking temp office jobs had not gone well. Apparently, 'temp' is code for 'person I can treat like shit/attempt to sexually harass.' Oberyn was doing all that he could, well, all that your pride would allow him to, to support you. Even with his help, you didn't have enough money to stop the eviction notice being posted through your door. Shit.

Oberyn was stood at the island in his kitchen when you walked into his apartment. The setting sun highlighted his profile as he turned to acknowledge you. Man, he was beautiful, even after all this time it still struck you. His hands worked deftly, cubing the potatoes on the board in front of him. There he goes, reading your mind again. Patatas Bravas would be the perfect comfort meal right now.

"How was your day? Find any more jobs you like the look of?" Bless him for thinking you were still looking for jobs you might like. At this point you would let someone flip you upside down to use you as a mop if they paid well enough.

"No. I was a little preoccupied."

"With what?"

"Being evicted."

"What? Are you that far behind with your rent? You told me you didn't need help paying it."

"I didn't...until I did."

"Why didn't you asked me for help?"

"You're my boyfriend, not my personal ATM."

"I'd like to think I'm more than your boyfriend. We're partners. We help each other."

Easy to say when you're not the one that needs all the help. "You're right but I can't expect you to pay your mortgage and my rent."

"So move in with me." Not even a question. A suggestion, said as simply as asking for the time. Move in with him? Give me a minute, I could probably give you a long list of reasons why that idea would be a really awful, terrible...."Yes."....oh we're listen to Heart today. Fine. I'll check out. See ya.

"Yes? You don't need more time to think? The offer will still be there."

"No, no thinking. Well, no overthinking. I want to move in with you. I love you."

"I love you, too. I'm not just asking you to move in to be practical. I want you here."

He wants you here. He doesn't just want to fuck you. He wants you, your company, your life intertwined with his. Squeal.

The first week at Oberyn's was weird. The gym was closed for a week, the sprinklers had been set off by accident and the whole place was a mess. He still had a few clients he went out to train but for the most part, he was home. His home. Your home. You went to sleep, he was there. You woke up, he was there. You showered, he was there. You ate, he was there. He was everywhere. In your pussy, in your mouth, in your ass. Okay! Yes, your sex life hadn't been affected. Your relationship hadn't really changed. You spent so much time together anyway. The only thing that had changed was you. This new phase in your relationship came with new anxieties. What if this was just a new hyperfixation? What would happen once the novelty of living together wore off? He was good man, he deserved the same love that he gave you returned. What if being with him all the time with no space of your own to retreat to overwhelmed you? The tangled of thoughts weaving their way around you reminded you of something.

"I need to pick up my medication." You moved to get your purse and head out.

"Oh, I didn't know you took any." Oberyn looked up from his recipe book. He'd be busy making notes on Post Its and sticking them to the pages filled with his handwritten recipes.

"It's a pretty recent thing. I used to find working out helped but it wasn't cutting it." Are we going to tell him?

"Help with what? Is there anything you want to talk about? You know you can tell me anything." He'd moved in front of you as he spoke, his large hands wrapping around yours.

"I know I can. I'm ADHD." Fuck, here were go...

"Oh?" He doesn't know what to say. He probably either doesn't know what it is or has all these stereotypes in his head. He won't see us the same now.

You prepared for the big explanation. "It's a neurodivergent condition..."

His hand came up to cup your face, his thumb soothed the skin of your cheek bone. His hands were always warm and soft. "I know. A few of my clients and personal trainers I knew were ADHD. I studied it to help them. You want me to drive you over there? You can tell me about how your ADHD presents on the way." Again, Oberyn made everything so simple. Tears welled in your eyes. This was how love was supposed to be. Simple. Honest.

This whole job thing was so frustrating. While you were bouncing from temp job to temp job, you weren't progressing in your career. You felt stuck, not great for you or your spiralling thoughts. It just took a gentle nudge to spin them out of control. After one spectacularly annoying day, with a boss that explained their requests poorly then got pissed that things weren't done exactly how they wanted, you made yourself a nest on Oberyn's plush, definitely not from Ikea, sofa. When Oberyn came home from a training session he found you angrily scrolling for something to watch. The shows whizzed by until he took the remote from your hand. "Hey, hey, hey, Mi Cielo. What is wrong?"

"I'm just sick of feeling like I can't do anything with my life. I'm just waiting to get control of it again. It's like everything has been taken out of my hands." You groaned.

Oberyn pressed the remote back into hands, a boyish grin on his face as he did so.

"Cute." He is. At least we have him.

Coming to sit next to he moved the pile of pillows and blankets out of his way.

"You know if you need some control." His voice was low and measured, he gave nothing away in his tone. "I can give you that."

His lips pressed a single kiss to your neck. "Tell me what you want." Oh. That kind of control. This is new.

It wasn't like you didn't do your fair share of pleasure giving in this relationship. Oberyn was just more naturally in control of things no matter who was receiving the pleasure. Even when you took him in your mouth and he was totally at the mercy of the pleasure you were bring him, he'd still seem to guide you. Pulling his hips back if he thought you were going to gag yourself by being over enthusiastic. Always checking in to see if you were okay. He told you himself he could be overprotective so you put it down to that. Looking at him now, he looked tired. His gaze was wary, his shoulders looked tense. Maybe being in control all the time, especially with all his new clients, needing him to push and encourage them, was taking a toll. Feeling bold you threaded your finger in his hair, pulling gently to tilt his head your way. "Do you need me to be in control, Oberyn?"

The way his body reacted was unmissable, his eyes darkened, his lips parted, sucking in air, his hips lifted slightly, drawing your attention to bulge in his sweatpants. Oh, I like this. Do it again.

"I want to sit on your face." Your tone was firm until your nerves and not wanting to do anything he didn't want to do got to you. "Can I?"

"You don't have to ask. You are in control." When you still looked unsure he added. "My safe word is 'persimmon'. I trust you to stop if I say it. Until then take whatever you need. I'm more than willing to give it to you." He ran your hand over the bulge in his sweatpants. Damn sweatpants are going to be the death of me. "Now tell me what you want."

"I want you naked. Take off your clothes." He complied slowly sliding his t-shirt off. It glided over every inch of golden muscle. His biceps tensed as he pulled it over his head. It was amazing how quickly this man could take you from one emotion to the other. The anger melted away to be replaced by a puddle in your panties. Next, he slipped those accursed sweatpants down his long, muscular legs. His erection slaps back against him. I never get tired of that.

"Sit down." Keeping the instructions simple, you tried to hide the quiver in your voice. The gasp that left you when he instantly complied was harder to hide. A thought crept in to ask him, well tell him, to do something that you love, that he's only done a couple of times and never fully for you. You wanted to watch him touch himself. You wanted to watch him touch himself like he did when was alone. You wanted to see that private moment, all on show for you. You wanted him vulnerable and open to you.

"Touch yourself. Make yourself feel good for me. I-I want to watch." Your voice squeaked and stuttered at the last part. Your thoughts stuttered as his tongue flattened against his palm, licking a strip up it. The warmth of his eyes was eclipsed by the darkness while he locked eyes with you. Fuck. I know what I want him to lick next.

Even with you in control Oberyn was still a commanding sight. You couldn't take your eyes of him as he wrapped his spit slicked hand around his hard length, running his fist up the length to squeeze the head. Lips parted in a gasp, he twisted his thumb and forefinger over the tip before dragging his fist back down to the base. He repeated the motion a few times until his chest heaved, his head was tilted back against the back of the sofa. The motion exposed his delicious neck. His expensive aftershave burned your taste buds as his pulse quickened under your tongue, in time with his strokes.

"Let me kiss you, please?" He almost whined the request.

"No, I have a better use for your pretty mouth. Lay down."

Keeping his eyes on yours, he turned to lay flat on his back. His eyes stayed on yours as you stripped off everything below the waist. Normally his gaze would still hold an impression of control. Today, it only held want and trust.

"I want you to keep touching yourself until you come. I want to see you make a mess of yourself. All for me." As you gave him your instructions, you settled down over his face.

The words 'Anything for you' were spoken against your hot core before he tongue came out to lap at the wetness he had already created.

He's always so good at that. I hope he thinks we're as good with our tongue. I…any negativity from your brain was silenced with a sharp suck of your clit. His pillowy lips sealed around the lit up nerves and sucked steadily. His hand kept a steady rhythm on his cock, a long drawn out figure of eight, with his hand dragged over the leaking head on each pass. His rhythm only changed when he felt you needed more. His head shook violently side to side, rapidly dragging his tongue over your sensitive clit. The closer you got to coming on his tongue the harder he jerked himself. Until, just as you orgasm was building from your toes, you thighs tensing either side of his head, his hips began to chase his fist. Just before you reached your peak from his talented tongue's attention, he came. His groan was muffled against you, the vibrations of it sent another wave of pleasure through you. Streams of his creamy cum burst from his thick cockhead as he worked himself through his orgasm. It landed on his toned abs, settling in the grooves between them. After your own orgasm subsided, you made your way to his side. He shot you a questioning look as you kneel by him. "Stay still." You ordered before running your tongue through his spend.

The action made him shiver. "Fuck."

Taking your time, you swirled your tongue through the rest of it. Savouring every drop as Oberyn watched you hum and moan. He was so taking by watching you enough his seed, he didn't realise what else you were doing until your whole body shuddered. His hand quickly came up to take yours. He guided your fingers to his mouth before rolling his tongue over them to savour the sweet of your second release.

"I'm sorry. You are in charge. I should have asked." His apology was backed up with gentle kisses while you arranged yourself next to/on top of him on the sofa. "How can I make it up to you?"

When I can think straight, I'll have a list for him. "I will think of a suitable punishment later." You yawned. "After a nap."

I may be half asleep but I didn't miss how his cock twitched at 'punishment'. We'll think about that later. God, he smells good. How can he smell so sexy and like home at the same time?

The veil of sleep soon settled you and your overactive brain. It was abruptly pulled from you by a loud knock at the door twenty minutes later. Oberyn stirred beneath you but seemed content to ignore the unexpected guest, until they knocked again. With a huff, he pulled on his sweatpants. "I'll get rid of them."

While Oberyn went to shoo away your visitor, you decided to slip your own sweatpants back on. A moment later you were thankful that you did. The sound of a very tense exchange at the door had you on your feet and running to Oberyn's side.

Two men stood at the door. Both in suits but that was just about their only similarity. One was young, early thirties-ish. He was well over six feet tall and muscularly built. The other man was older, in his sixties maybe? He was just a little shorter than Oberyn. His build was board, athletic. His well rounded stomach was in contrast to that. From the look of his wardrobe, you guess that the extra weight came from years of fine living. The watch on his wrist alone would have saved you from eviction and paid your rent for a year. Who is this guy? Why does he look so familiar? Oh, shit. We're really standing here commando, covered in cum for this. Hey, they're looking this way.

"....she's a friend." You caught as Oberyn looked at you. "Excuse me, I have to go speak with my father."

With that he closed the door behind him. Leaving you with only your spiralling thoughts for company.

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[themonotonysyndrome]

"Hey guys, it's 8r19h7 eYE2 here. Welcome to my first boss battle - a woman."

If you ask Bright Eyes - which no one is doing nowadays. Or talk to. So rude. - their ultimate weakness has always been hot women. Now you might be asking "Oh, does that mean you're Bi?" or "What's your body count?" or even "Holy fuck, Bright Eyes! When did you get in the shower with me!?" but that's not important. What you should be asking is what type of women Bright's heart explodes for like a car crash.

The answer? Preferably boss-ass bitches that can crush them with a pair of fuck-me-heels with daddy issues of the Frank Ocean level. Google it.

Oh and look! There's one here in Wonderworld! Shoes? Check. A scowl that can only mean the barista got her Starbucks order wrong again? Check. And when she steps away from the shadows, we hit the bonus round.

She's tall and her crown is pure platinum blonde. But like every white woman, she's hard to read but fortunately, Bright Eyes can so they check their text on Whatsapp (boomer apps gave them the hives) for any goddesses that are supposed to be on shift tonight.

Actually, let's go back a bit. Back to this morning when Sam accomplished the impossible and made Bright Eyes go 🕶️outside🌳.

"You know, I was counting down the days when you would finally kill me. I bet sometime this year. Vincent now owes me one of his Lambos. You think he'll be mad if I put some Barbie-friendly decals on it?"

"Bright, I don't mean now. I meant tonight at Wonderworld. Vamps in the Solaire Clan take turns patrolling the area."

Frederick pops into their head like an adorably fat mole. The Bright Eyes in their mind palace (it's actually more of a crack den but whatever) whack it with away because they know the unspoken reason why Sam approached them instead of his Progeny. And why he did so when Frederick was asleep.

But anyway, back to the present!

No hot white women were written in the text. Just a bunch of Vampires who form an anti-Bright Eyes committee™ as soon as they arrive. They ignore Bright for the most part which eventually leads the not-so-Newborn-anymore to the farthest end of Wonderworld where a babe is just chilling beside the vegetation-conquered carousel. Score one for the plants.

And the first thing that escapes from Bright's mouth is, "Good evening. May I inquire if you're a quirked up white woman that can bust it down sexual style so that I can get lost in the sauce?"

The scowl vanishes instantly. Like a father who went out to buy milk.

"Excuse me?"

Giddiness blooms like a weed (you know which ones) in Bright Eyes. She even has a Karen-patent tone! Could this night get any better -

Nevermind. Please wait for Bright's brain to reboot as an impressive set of badonkas-donkas is thrust in their face.

"Are you one of Sam's Progeny?" She didn't ask so much as demands. Like Bright and the world owes her something, everything. They wondered if they started panting because that's seriously hawt.

"I'm what you call a bastard of the magical kind meets with death via Vampiric jumpscare. And that's not a sentence I thought was possible."

Bright has to give blondie some credit; she takes their nonsensical answer in stride and with an eyebrow raised.

"I'll take that as a yes. You fit the rumours at least."

"You heard of me but I don't know who you are. You're hot but... sus. Do I need to eject you?"

"No surprise there. I bet Sammy did everything he could to hide you from me. He thinks he's protecting you, but all he did was made me curious."

"Aww shit, did the clapping of my ass cheeks give me away?"

"...Are you fucking high?"

"Probably. I had a shot of vodka with my honey milk boba tea with extra pudding and 100% sugar before I left. Fuck coffee when you can just meet god, amirite?"

The woman closes her pretty gold-ruby eyes. She exhaled and Bright could literally hear her mentally counting down.

"You're unlike any creature that I ever have the misfortune to come across."

"Uh, correction: you found me. And I still don't know if you're a quirked up white woman that can - "

"Enough. I get it. Are you usually like this when it comes to women?"

"Hey, I thought I would be holding in my rizz 'till the heat death of the universe! So who are you o' beautiful sour cream?"

"Careful, I can't tell whether that's an insult or a compliment."

"Sounds like a you problem, chief."

Apparently, magic does exist because despite the non-stop verbal trainwreck that's coming out of Bright's mouth, the woman's lips nearly twitch a smile.

"You're ballsy and stupid. I like that. The name's Alexis. A pleasure for you to meet."

Yes! Bright made it to Phase 2, bitch!

"They call me Bright Eyes, my IQ is the highest among the Redditors on the 'Am I The Asshole' subpage - "

"That isn't saying much."

" - And welcome to the ruins of Vincent's hopes and dreams."

Now that made Alexis burst out a gut. Seriously, she's clutching her stomach with tears in her eyes. It boosts Bright's confidence as a future stand-up comedian. Their 'flirting?' went well but Bright didn't sense the spark of interest within the older Vampire. Boo.

"Right. I've decided to kidnap you now. How accurately can you predict your... Grandmaker's reaction?"

"As accurate as my opinion on the Internet."

"Wonderful. I hope you like shopping and breaking the fabric of time and space on the highway."

And that, readers, is how Bright Eyes won against Alexis Getty-Solaire without getting Miyazaki'd.

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

I am full of barely repressed rage.

Guess where these are from?!

New chick Dave's cheating with... is blackmailing him. His dumb ass turned to a stranger he met on Facebook and began telling her all about his personal life. He told her about Bethy(his 16 y/o daughter), D(his son), B(Dustin's wife), and O and E(D's babies). She knows so much about his personal shit, she can actually blackmail him with threats of sending all this info to unsavory sources, and he's been sending her these gift cards for weeks. There are over a dozen more, and over $1,000 he's sent in just a couple months.

He decided to bring his concerns to Bethy cuz this bitch is demanding more and more money in the form of these gift cards. Bethy told him he's being blackmailed and need to tell the police, and while he was a bit distracted, she scrolled a bit higher in his texts to see what's going on. Today, she came to mom because she's finally sick of being the one Dave dumps all his shit onto. She had a thick ass stack of these gift cards and receipts from Walgreens and revealed what she'd read in his texts.

Dave's scared of going to jail because he told some stranger about all his poor decision making and she's telling him she'll go to the cops with a whole list of things to explain why he's a bad parent and why his daughter should be taken away from him. That she'll expose his grandchildren to bad people(like this is morally righteous behavior?) So, he's taking money he gets from his boss and paying this chick off.

AND HE'S DONE THIS BEFORE! IT ISN'T NEW!

If anyone recalls 2022. Dave did not work a day in 2022. In August of 2021 he sustained a terrible knee injury at work and instead of taking the blame, they fired him. Only to find out they let him go without officially firing him for months and tried to collect taxes from him up until December of 2021. He had to dispute that shit with proof and was finally officially fired sometime in January of 2022.

He did not work because his knee was just so bad, for the entirety of 2022. My Ko-Fi and the GFM kept us going between motels the entire time if we weren't in the van. In February of 2023, a friend of his called him to ask where he was. "Hey, man, [so-so] is looking for you. He needs help in his shop, and he thought of you first."

And so Dave went back to work finally, after claiming for 16 months that he couldn't because of his knee. In all of 2022, Dave was cheating with 2 different women, and a potential third. 1 at the Salvation Army he claimed he was working at(he wasn't btw, she was just giving him money cuz she felt bad for him) and the other was some chick on Facebook. He was doing shit in front of Bethy and she narked on him because he was getting money from one chick and then giving it to the other. And he was forcing Bethy to help him get money orders and shit at Walmart with said money cuz his ass is so useless he can't fucking read.

So, we've had to deal with this before, WHILE HOMELESS. And he's doing it again. Except this time, it's worse!

Here we are, struggling to get by, dealing with the fact that we have 14 days left in this house and no guarantee of necessary internet or heat in the dilapidate place he's supposedly gotten us now. And here Dave is telling other people's personal business to some chick he's cheating with. Endangering his kids and grandkids. While also treating Bethy terribly because she needs him to be a parent and take her to school and to the doctor and to other shit.

Mom had to call his son and warn him ahead of time in case something happens. Bethy locked herself in her room because she didn't want him to take his anger out on her when the ball drops.

And the moment mom even mentioned how she had no money for the rest of the bills, nor the money to switch everything over to a new place, and he complained about how HE doesn't have money for anything either, she pulled the, 'oh really? we need to talk about that' on him and he backed out of the room instantly, using the fact that she's disabled and can't pursue to get out of the conversation.

Also, his son called mom back and revealed that Dave's been begging him for money for days! He wanted $300 last night. So, he's gonna probably call again and give Dave an earful.

[ronqueesha]

WIP Wednesday

@arcandoria tagged me, and I've got stuff to share!

HOPEFULLY I'll be able to participate in kinktober this year. Starting with a long-overdue smut fic starring Halk and my cyberpunk OCs, Dante and Zoe.

These two Arasaka employees HATE each other, and they've been forced into a tiny bedroom with just one bed. What do YOU think is gonna happen?

“I'll give you a nano to stop staring, or I'll report you as soon as we get back to the office.” Zoe growled, even though she did not look in Dante's direction. In fact, now that he stood closer, he could see her irises clouded with reams of text and data too small for him to make out at this distance. She never stopped working, no doubt digesting reports from dozens of people in the department, readying herself for meetings that wouldn’t happen for weeks.  “I've seen bigger in the mirror.” He scoffed, because it was true. The black lingerie under Zoe's nearly-transparent silk shirt contained tits smaller than his. At least the thighs beneath her black silk miniskirt somewhat made up for it. A thought he would have never allowed himself if not for the alcohol and blistering heat of this rotten motel room slowing his mind and easing his normally tight inhibitions. “Really?” Zoe looked up, and Dante could see the endless scrolling text on her ocular implants come to a halt, revealing a deep emerald stare that drilled into him. “Not my fault you lost the genetic lottery.” He shrugged, “But from what I hear, our boss seems to like that.”  “Again with that bullshit? You got any original material other than accusing me of being Jenkins’ joytoy?” Perhaps it was the alcohol. Or maybe the heat clawing against his every nerve. But Dante felt himself forming words before whatever scraps of logic in his mind could stop him. Resentment he normally vented in the gym poured out of his throat instead.  “Hey, just sayin’. How else did you get the exact same position as me at Arasaka? On the same week no less? I worked my fuckin’ ass off to be here. What did you do? Ask your bio daddy for a favor, and your work daddy if he needed the stress sucked out of him?” The ice in Zoe’s expression would have curled the cheap wallpaper if it weren’t already in the process of crumbling to dust. “This the road you wanna go down? It’s not like your hands are clean. I know how you manage to pay for that luxury condo you’re so proud of. All those sweet under-the-table deals you give to that Militech woman. You’re like a puppy begging for attention from her.”   Dante tried to suppress a hiss, but it passed through his teeth anyway. Must have been the beer slowing his reflexes. How the fuck did she know about Meredith? But then again, this was Zoe Iwasaki he was sparring with. No amount of cyber security in the world could keep her out of something she wanted to peek into. And if her life’s work was to make him miserable, of-fucking-course she’d pry into his private dealings.  Fuckin’ Zoe saw him squirm, so she pushed again, emboldened by the retaliation for his remarks. “I’ve seen what she likes to watch on the net. You’re hookin’ up with one kinky bitch, you know what? Got a dog collar with your name engraved on it, I bet. She call you a good boy while leading you around on a leash?”

[wowhead]

bruh i fucking hate my boss so much. we have an online schedule and a printed one but we're ultimately supposed to go by the online one. so i checked LAST NIGHT before i went to bed and i was 100% sure i was OFF today. thats listed on the printed schedule as well. so i was asleep all day. i get a text from my boss (in the morning) saying "hey the online schedule says you're working today" and i said (just now since i just woke up) no i checked it last night. and he said "oh well i checked this morning and it says you're here today. i would've appreciated a call before now though..."

like BITCH i check that schedule like 5 times a day to be ABSOLUTELY sure i have the next day off. what i guarantee happened was this: he wrote the schedule and accidentally didnt put me on for sunday, and it stayed like that all week. THIS MORNING when he checked it he realized it and changed it before my shift would've started, then acted like i was listed the whole time and is now trying to guilt me about it. all because he has to work today and actually be on the register for like an hour. lmao

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

A murderous game of cat and mouse

prologue

The first kill

Summary: Just a little pre story of Wanda's and Y/n's first interaction (through a murder and note)

Not proofread again, living life on the edge again

Part 1 here

Words: 1,454

Warnings: Minors DNI 18+ knife kink talk (of course) swearing, Wanda being a murderous stalker

Taglist: @xxxtwilightaxelxxx thanks for your tags! I keep rereading them Y/n is defiantly the bottom in this story 😂

"Please please! I haven't done anything to you why are you doing this?!" The man spat some blood onto the desk his head was just slammed against "pathetic" the voice said

"You can't even fend off a woman half your size" a stab to his chest had him screaming again making the woman roll her eyes "It's a good thing this room is soundproof because you're screaming like such a little bitch" she kicked him down to the floor watching the blood pour out of the multiple stab wounds on his body.

"Now before you die" kneeling down to the bloodied man he tried moving away but the grip on his leg prevented much movement "I need you to tell your boss it was the scarlet witch who killed you, okay? She needs to know it was me"

"Oh she'll know! I-I'll make sure so she'll catch you and kill you" he thought it sounded threatening and it was so funny to the redhead because that's exactly what she wanted "I'm counting on it, now you've got about 45 minutes left until you completely bleed out, keep your strength" she fished out his phone from his pocket sending a text to his boss

"She'll be here in 10 minutes, it's been a pleasure, thank you for being so cooperative" she left him with a swift kick to the stomach making him scream out in pain "now you have 30 minutes"

"Jarvis!" You burst through the door to your office seeing the man lay still groaning in pain "who did this?!" You knelt down trying to stop the bleeding but it was no use he had nearly bled out but a few whispered words were all he managed out "Scarl-scarlet Wit-witch"

"Is that who did this?!"

"Y-yes" he suddenly went limp, the light leaving his eyes and you dropped him to the floor standing up and pacing around the room "how did they get in?! Where was my security?!" You were pissed off clearly but even more so at your security, why did they let this murderer into the building?

"Y/n!" Natasha bursting through the door brought you out of your thoughts nearly tripping over the man's lifeless body "what the fuck happened?!"

"My right hand man was murdered in my fucking office" your voice was above a whisper trying to control your anger which was getting hard to do "the scarlet witch"

Nat didn't hear you "who?"

"Some bitch called the Scarlet witch! She killed him, I want to know everything about her, tell Tony to get on it" you stepped over your dead friend and sat at your desk looking through some papers

"Er...I know you don't like showing much emotion to the men around here because of this feminist thing going on but a man is dead" the Russian was cautious approaching your desk knowing how impulsive you were, her broken shoulder was a testament to that.

You sighed throwing the papers to the floor "I just-I knew this was going to happen, that stupid note I got the other day literally said 'I'll kill someone close to you to show much I love you' I ignored it because it sounded ridiculous, I'm a fucking idiot"

"Okay" she stood behind you and started to massage your shoulders even when you tried to pull away you were pulled back against the chair "let me help you relax, yeah okay Jarvis is dead and will need moving soon because in a few days he'll start to smell, but hey, least it wasn't me right?"

You were quiet, a little too long for Nat's liking so she gripped your shoulders harshly making you wince "ouch! Fine just stop i'm glad it's not you laying dead and emptied of blood on the floor in front of me"

She smiled and relaxed her grip returning to the nice massage she was doing "thank you" she said sweetly remaining silent as she continued her massage

"Do you want to go home?" She whispered to you when she saw that your eyes were dropping, you nodded and let the woman pick you up in a bridal carry which made you giggle "such a strong Russian mob assistant"

"You're such a brat I don't know why I put up with you"

You shrugged "because I'm the best and the only friend/sex partner who puts up with your bullshit"

Nat rolled her eyes but agreed "yeah I guess, you're still a brat though, what are we doing about him?"

Your eyes snapped to the floor realising the whole reason you were here in the first place, the murder of your right hand man, great you'd need to find a new one now

"Call Bucky to take him away, luckily he didn't have a family so there's no funeral needed" was it harsh? Yes, but you didn't need to hassle right now "I get it, okay I'll call Bucky later, now come on let's get you home my sweet little ice princess"

"Never and I mean never say that to me again, in fact put me down you've made everything weird and I feel uncomfortable" you pretty much jumped out of her arms falling to the floor

"I thought you loved baby talk" she laughed watching you scramble off of the floor "shut up Natalia"

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You arrived at your apartment after telling Bucky about the murder and picking up some burgers since you hadn't eaten in forever, however your small amount of happiness was short lived when you saw the front door with a note on it signed by 'The Scarlet Witch'

"Are you gonna read it?" Nat peered over your shoulder while you were deciding what to do, you sighed and snatched the note opening it

"A beautiful soul like yourself shouldn't be beating yourself up over the man who didn't even respect you, please know that I killed him out of love for you, I've watched you for months and my infatuation only grows with each passing minute, you need respect and loyalty which is something only I can give you, maybe one day in person I can do that"

💋 The Scarlet Witch

"She sounds psychotic" Nat shuddered pushing past you opening the door and laying the food out on the side, she fell onto the couch where no doubt she would stay the rest of the night.

You however and for some sick reason were still reading and re-reading the note tracing your fingertips over the kiss mark she left and talking to yourself "a little cat and mouse chase never hurt anyone right?"

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Scarlet Witch titled the knife around her fingers admiring the present she bought for you, would you accept the gift? Maybe you'd also twirl it around your fingers or maybe you'd run the blade across your tongue when it's covered in the blood from your victims, either way she was excited to find out

"Oh moya krasavista if only you were here, I'd carve you up for myself, leave pretty marks all over your body and listen to the soft whimpers that would leave your pretty lips" she had started tracing the knife along her own neck and then past her chest imagining it was your hands doing it but before her thoughts could go any further she stopped herself "no, no, just a few more of her men, need to stay focused before I can start enjoying myself a little more"

She put the knife down onto a picture of you she took secretly when you were in the park, you looked so beautiful in her eyes, sat all alone on a bench in the park eyes closed so in your own head you didn't notice her with the camera, so cute and vulnerable. God she couldn't wait until the day you both met, how sweet it would be.

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"Are you serious?! You think this psychotic bitch is hot? You don't even know what she looks like or even if she is a woman" obviously Nat didn't take the news well about how you were feeling about this killer that was out to get you and your men

"Oh come on Nat, this is the most exciting thing that's happened in months! I'm allowed to have some fun"

Nat finished the bottle of vodka she had been drinking throwing it to the ground smashing it to pieces making you jump, she was so dramatic.

"Natalia! Calm the fuck down will you?! Nothing will happen to you, just the riff raff that can't handle a killer woman"

The redhead groaned knowing she wouldn't get through to you and instead got a dustpan and brush to clean the broken glass on the floor "I hope you know what you're doing"

You sighed "so do I"

[supernatural-rp]

Jay Halstead X Reader

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, kidnapping, blood, violence

Near Death Experience

It was mid December in Chicago. Jay and Y/N been together almost 3 years now. They met at a bar when Jay stepped in to save her from a drunk who was putting his hands on her when she told the man to stop multiple times.

Jay kissed his sleeping girlfriend on her forehead before he headed to work. The Intelligence unit was working a case involving human trafficking and drug deals gone wrong. They had just received another call about another drug induced homicide.

When Y/N work up, she stretched a little before heading off to take a shower and then get dressed before she had to clock in. After she was done, she grabbed her things and headed to her truck which was near an alleyway. She called Jay’s phone hoping he wasn’t busy.

Jay saw Y/N calling and picked up. “Hey, baby, heading to work?” Jay grinned as he waited for Antonio and Voight.

“Yeah, I just got to my truck. Heading to work now. I just wanted to call you and-“ But Y/N was cut off when someone came up behind her covering her mouth. She screamed. Her screams were muffled.

Jay heard the muffled screams. “Y/N?’ Hello?! Y/N” Jay called again. Then the line went dead.

As Voight and Antonio were coming out, Jay got a text from Y/N phone.

“If you ever want to see her again, stop working the case. And stop trying to play hero, Detective.” -Kidnapper

Jay swore under his breath. “Son of a bitch!!!”

Voight came up. “Jay, hey, what’s going on?” He looked at his partner.

Jay held his phone up. “They got her.” Was all Jay could manage to get out.

Sometime later,

Voight got everyone together. “Jay and I will go check out the apartment and truck. See if we can find anything. Antonio, you and Erin go talk to neighbors. See if they saw or heard anything. Also be on the look out for security cameras.” Voight told everyone.

Jay was quiet as Voight drove. He looked over at Jay. “We will find her, Jay.” He reassured Jay.

Jay sighed. “If I hadn’t left her alone, this wouldn’t have happened.” Jay blamed himself.

When they arrived on scene, Jay started looking around the truck. The door to the driver’s side was open, and he found Y/N’s phone on the ground. Smashed to pieces. He clenched his teeth. There was blood spatters on the ground.

“She must have put up a fight.” Voight studies the blood splatters.

With Y/N,

Y/N woke up on the ground. Her mouth taped shut, her hands and feet bound by tape. She opened her eyes blinking. Blood dripped down the side of her head where she had been hit upside the head near her truck before she was kidnapped. She tried to sit up, but the pain was too much for her to bare. She saw a man open the door, and walked in, locking it behind him. He kneeled down to her, lifting up her chin. “You’ll make the perfect trade.” He smirked, eyeing her up and down. “Once we get you cleaned up of course. Boss man doesn’t want to see you like this.” Y/N rolled her eyes at the guy. She mumbled through the tape.

Back at the Unit,

“Traffic cams manage to pick this up. A man came up behind her while she was talking to Jay. She opened her door up, and that’s when he attacked her.” Erin showed everyone the traffic cam footage. “And, we got a clear shot of his face. Ran it through the database, and we got a match.” She handed the files over to Jay and Voight.

Jay looked over the files. Anger washing over him. “I know him. He’s known for kidnapping women and selling them to sex traffickers. He’s also wanted in three states for capital murder, two drug induced homicides, drugs, assault, and attempted kidnapping.” Jay said.

“And we got a location on the vehicle he transported her in.” Antonio came into the room a few minutes later.

“Alright, gear up.” Voight said, as Antonio texted everyone the address.

Later,

“Let me go!” Y/N screamed and pleaded as she was dragged by her hair into the warehouse. “Shut the fuck up.” The man snarled, throwing her into a container. She screamed as she left in total darkness, her wrists and feet bound by tape. She cries softly, burying her face into her knees. She had black and blue bruises all over her arms and legs. Her eye was swollen, her lip busted. The side of her head was bloody.

Chicago PD surrounded the warehouse. “Chicago PD!” Jay yelled.

The men started firing at the PD. So, they fired back at the men. “Where is she?!”

Jay tackled the felon to the ground. “Where is she?!” He started the beating the shit out of the guy.

Voight motioned to Lindsay and Adam. They searched the warehouse. Adam threw open the container.

Y/N screamed when she saw the door to the container open. She scooted away, burying her face.

“I found her.” Adam called over his shoulder. “It’s okay, Y/N, it’s me, Adam.” He reassured her.

Jay stopped beating the guy. Voight handcuffed him as Jay took off to the shipment container. “Y/N?!”

She heard Jay’s voice and looked up. “J-Jay?!” Tears streamed her cheeks, as he freed her feet and wrists. She threw her arms around him. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I got you.” He cupped her bruised her cheeks. “You’re safe now.” He kissed her head, lifting her up, as he carried her out.

Chicago Fire was on scene. Severide and Casey helped her into the ambulance so they could assess her injuries. “Can Jay come? Please?” She looked up at Severide and then back at Jay.

“Yeah, he can ride.” Severide smiled reassuringly.

Jay hopped into the back, holding her hand in his. “It’s okay.” He kissed her hand.