#drive it into his ear but he kicks me away and the knife misses and swipes under his chin instead barely an inch from his throat and hes

[dirt-str1der]

Boys were invented for me to chase around the nightmare woods with a big knife and blunderbuss

[rhadamanthes]

Passenger princess. Bodyguard!Sukuna x reader

word count: 1,6k

warnings: reader is a brat, so brat taming, hate sex, rough sex, no prep, biting, fingering, car sex, squirting , lot of spanks, one (1) face slap, hair pulling.

"I don’t care that it’s getting late. I'm a grown woman. If I want to spend the night outside I do! » you yell in the receiver.

« Let me make this simpler If your not home in an hour I'm cutting you off and you can go find a job » Your dad counters

You gasp in shock at his word, your free hand comes to your chest in surprise. You never worked a single day in your life and you don't intend to. Guess an early night never killed anyone.

« Well, how can I go home when my car is at the pound? » you say sarcastically 

« I sent someone for you he’s already there »

You turn around and come face to face with a pink haired handsome man. He clearly looks as displeased as you to be here so you decide to test the water.

« Let me guess pink hair, questionable face tattoo and could lessen on the aftershave? tell him to back off if he doesn't want to get hurt » you say hanging up and making your way to the shiny black car.

Resting your lower back on the car you text your friends that you have to go. The brooding man opens the door for you, you take your seat and he closes the door, so fast it almost gets to your foot. you gasp looking at him through the window but he's already making his way to the driver's seat. Pluggin the keys in, he starts to drive away. 

"You almost cut my foot" you warn, looking at his side profile.

"Not of my will, sorry miss" he states uninterested looking at the road

Sukuna reaches for the radio but you swat his hand away. 

"I need silence" you smile softly, meeting his gaze briefly. His grip on the wheel tightens, leather crying under it and your smile widdens. 

You take a sick pleasure in making people angry and he is very receptive if you push a bit more he'll break you wonder what he will do, smiling to yourself you look at the scenery through the window. You sneaked out to go to a party outside the city and your dad was pissed when he found out, he wasn't supposed to, he always goes to bed early. You look at the time 1:18 AM. You sigh, resting your back against the window so you can look better at your babysitter. You know Sukuna is one of your father's employees. He ensures his protection and chauffeur for him sometimes, you don't know the terms of his contract but for him to be available at this hour makes you want to push him to the edge even more. Letting your feet slide out of your heels you extend them to his face. Tracing his tattoos with your toes. 

"It's only good measure for you to kiss it when you almost amputated it" you taunt covering his mouth with your foot. 

Before you can continue your scheme furthermore the car drifts to the side of the road he grabs both of your ankles in one of his large hands. In a blink of an eye he's outside dragging you by your feet. He held you up on his shoulder throwing you in the backseat. You're about to scold him when he squishes your cheeks making it impossible for you to talk.  The tension is so thick it could be cut with a knife, you feel your excitement rush to your panties. He's breathing heavily and his eyes are dark. If it wasn't for his hands crushing your lower face, you'd be grinning ear to ear. 

"I'm not your father and I'm not one of his other lackeys scared of you, so keep going on with your little act and you are walking back home. I don't care if he kicks you out of the trust fund." He says through gritted teeth releasing his grip. 

Working your jaw a few times to soothe it, you slap him across the face "And i don't care that you're different from the other guards, you're still my bitch boy if I tell you to do something you just do, i don't care about your opinion" you state, pushing on your hands to get past him. Before you can feel the cold air he pins you down by your wrist on the leather seat, hovering you with eyes even darker than before.  

"I'm sick of dealing with brats like you and your stupid father." he rasps biting on your neck hard; You wiggle trying to get out of his grasp but he pins your wrist higher to stop you from moving. with his teeth he lift the hem of your dress up to your belly and fuck you're not even wearing underwear. he rest his forehead and you tummy breathing in your scent, it's disgustingly sweet. Letting go of your wrist, Sukuna gets rid of your dress and throws it on the passenger seat. A golden jewel on your nipple catches his attention. He scoffs, reaching for it, but you stop him, catching his hand in yours. 

"It's not healed yet, please don't touch it will get worse" you say, kissing his hands in an attempt to soften him. He crushes your hand in response, you hiss freeing it from his grasp. His index finger comes in your face pointing you accusatively. 

"No more funny shit you get it?" he growls in a serious tone. You nod your head eagerly, excited for what is about to come. "Promise!" catching his slender finger in your mouth. You twirl your tongue around it mimicking a blowjob as you hollow your cheeks and take progressively more in your mouth. 

Sukuna looks at you with furrowed brows thinking you really are a lost cause as he starts to understand you did this in the only purpose to get railed. If this is what you want then. Retrieving his finger from your mouth he positions you on your belly spanking your ass hard. You squeal at the stinging sensation, it only adds more arousal to your wet cunt. He spanks you again on the other cheek. This time you turn around 

"Don't go so hard i have a pool party tomor-" Another spank, He's looking at you with a defying gaze and you just sigh in defeat resuming your previous position. You hear his belt unbuckle and his zipper going down. 

"You're not even going to lick me a bit?" you ask, resting your cheek on the leather seat wiggling your ass to tempt him. 

"Like you deserve it" he spat spreading your pussy lips groaning at the sight of your wetness already leaking. 

You giggle, looking back at his cock, you bite your lips at the angry red of his tip, the veins popping on the sides, you can't wait to feel him inside of you. 

Without warning he enters his full length inside of you and all the air is pulled from your lung. He's filling you so well but his roughness makes it hard to appreciate.  He starts to thrust at a rather slow pace which eases the pain. You slowly start to feel the pleasure, bouncing back on his cock 

"God Suki you do it so well" you moan.

The nickname earns you a spank and you can't help but grin at his easiness to be riled up. Sukuna pulls on your hair until you're against his chest, never slowing down the pace. You grip on the headrest for support locking your eyes with his. 

"Kiss me" you say out of breath. 

The anger can not be mistaken and yet, he dives for a kiss, it feels more like a domination assertance the way he bites on your lips and tongue while keeping your throat in place with one of his warm hands. You moan into the kiss letting your free hand go to his hair pulling lightly on it. He releases your mouth picking up his pace while cursing under his breath. At this point arousal is running down your thigh and you don't care if it stains the leather. Sukuna's cock is kissing your insides perfectly. He tries to be rough but you like it like that, feeling the pleasure escalate quickly inside of you. His thrust gets sloppier, you know he's about to burst.

"Come inside of me please" You beg.

Sukuna grunt at your request, as much as he would like to watch his semence leak out of you he doesn't want to grant you your wishes, the way you danced on his nerves still angers him. He ruts until he's on the edge and pulls out at the last second turning you around to cum on your belly. You're empty and your orgasm has been robbed, the tears prickle in your eyes and when you look up at him, for the first time tonight he smiles, you want to insult him so badly. 

"I'm going to give you a real reason to cry" he coos.

His fingers replace his cock as he curls them up against your g-spot he's rubbing them fast and you feel something that you haven't felt before, it feels like you're about to pee but it feels good too, not wanting to humiliate yourself further you pull at his wrist for him to stop, he only goes faster. Seconds later  you squirt all over his hand and the leather, shaking in his arms as the bliss takes over your body. You moan uncontrollably digging your nails in his skin.  Your eyes are closed, suddenly you want to sleep letting your body slump against his. Sukuna looks at you half asleep in his arms, you almost look peaceful.  He sighs, wiping the cum out of your body and covering you with his sweater. Now that he calmed down he's determined to drive you home before your dad desherite you.

[theladyofbloodshed]

You're The Closest To Heaven I'll Ever Be - Chapter 8

The queens had finally decided to reply. Cassian brandished the letter that arrived in the waning minutes of his guard duty at the mortal manor before Mor retrieved him. They had already claimed the orb from the Hewn City without Keir even realising the item had been taken. While they prepared for the event, Azriel could barely look at Rhys or Feyre. They were mated. Mated and sickeningly happy. Each time an errant shadow returned from haunting the mortal manor, Azriel’s chest felt like it was caving in. Rhys had pulled him off sentry duty and directed him to other tasks which meant he could not glimpse Nesta.

On a chair by the window in his room, Azriel sharpened the Illyrian steel he’d take with him in the morning beyond the Wall. With Rhys’ low rumble seeping through the wall and Feyre’s giggles, he debated driving the blade through his heart or jumping from the window. He was happy for his brother. He truly was. He wished he didn’t have to hear it though.

A nervous anticipation had his heart trembling at the thought of returning to the mortal manor. It had been three weeks since Azriel had fled the garden in a panic. In his mind, he’d played out a thousand different outcomes, thought of a hundred different ways to apologise and talk to Nesta on the return. He knew it was impossible. There would be no opportunity to pull Nesta aside and hold a conversation with her, not with the eyes of their families on them or the impending visit of the queens. And yet, Azriel couldn’t help himself from dreaming of it.

His shadows only encouraged his fantasies. Since the first wayward one had skulked back to him, more had taken it upon themselves to take a trip to visit Nesta Archeron like a rare artefact that could be examined. Each one reported back to him, no matter how many times Azriel insisted he did not need, nor want, intel on her. So far, he had learnt that she only dolloped honey in her tea if nobody else was around, she also kicked off her shoes and sprawled out on her bed often during the day when she was alone, and sneezed in the vicinity of flowers so sat the furthest distance from Elain’s vases as she could. Azriel did not know why they thought he needed to know any of it.

As if summoned, one shadow slithered beneath the door and another flowed straight through the wood. They curled around him, a little guilty perhaps that they had wandered off and left him.

Missed her.

‘You’d have seen her in the morning if you had stayed with me like I told you to.’

Beautiful.

Azriel swallowed. Yes, she was. But his shadows didn’t tend to notice these sorts of things. They saw only a person – mortal or fae – and nothing particularly distinguishable about them. They carried whispers of this mortal female’s beauty often. One shadow pestered him, blotting his view of the knife he was trying to sharpen until he relented, ‘Yes, she is very beautiful.’

It slunk away and curled up in a ball, content with his answer.

He continued running the whetstone down the blade, concentrating on that rather than the rhythmic knock of a headboard the other side of the wall. The other one nestled closer to his skin and began whispering in his ear all about its time in the mortal manor – all three days that it had disappeared for.

Azriel jumped up from his seat. ‘I do not need to know about her underwear or lack of at night. I do not.’

But he couldn’t deny that the image had come to him of Nesta, hair unbound, in a cream slip that hugged every curve, all thanks to his shadow’s murmurings.

It was going to be a long night.

***

Nesta had been living off of borrowed sleep, stealing an hour here or there to get her through each day. Elain did not struggle like she did. No, every night when they bedded down together, Elain fell asleep as soon as their voices ebbed while Nesta remained wide awake beside her. Their staff departed at night, leaving them utterly alone. Although a guard was supposed to remain from the faeries, Nesta did not want to be complacent with their offer. As a result, sleep rarely walked with her. Sometimes, she’d curl up on the bed in the afternoons when the house grew quiet to snatch an hour that only ever left her feeling disorientated and desperate for more. When Nesta did wake from her naps, a shadow or two would be tucked up with her. They were prone to hiding from others, which she understood, but surely Elain could see them too? For a reason she did not know, Nesta had not told Elain about the presence of the shadows. They did no harm. They simply liked to huddle beside her as she read or they’d chase each other around the bedroom while she readied herself for sleep.

Elain would likely not notice them besides. Her heart was filled only with thoughts of Graysen. She had returned home a few days earlier from a spontaneous trip to town, after insisting she did not need Mrs. Lawrence, with a glow about her. Nesta knew the moment she saw her, flushed and slightly bedraggled, what had occurred. The location was more of a secret. She hoped it was not in a barn like Feyre. And she sorely hoped Elain took precautions. The last thing the family needed was a scandal from both of her younger sisters.

Nesta rubbed at her eyes. She’d always despised her dull, grey ones. They reminded her too much of her mother. Her whole face was too similar to her mother’s. As if sensing her dismay, a shadow wrapped itself over her eyes like a blindfold.

‘A rather fetching look, I imagine.’

She did not know if they were the same ones that kept coming to her, whether it was all one entity, or an extension of the faerie man who she had helped to climb through the window. All Nesta knew was that one particular shadow took great delight in trying to tease out laughs from her. It usually achieved it through tickling.

It sloped towards her neck.

‘Do not,’ she warned, staring into the mirror at it.

The cold caress of the shadow had her hunching her shoulders and fighting away a jittery laugh. ‘Stop.’

It continued its torture until Nesta was giggling and trying to waft it away.

A sudden knock at the door jolted them both into stillness.

‘Nesta? Who are you talking to?’

Nesta pointed a finger at the shadow then whispered, ‘You see? You’ll have us both in trouble.’

A moment later, Elain swept into the room; the shadow had vanished.

‘Oh. I thought somebody else was in here.’

She made a show of looking around the bland bedroom. ‘Who would I possibly have in my bedroom?’

Even as she said the words, colour rose up her neck. Indeed, who would Nesta ever have in her bedroom? She had succeeded in chasing away any suitors keen to receive a hefty dowry – with the exception of Mr Dunne, but he had not visited since her verbal take down of him.

‘We ought to wait for Feyre and the others,’ urged Elain.

What she meant was that she needed Nesta as her shield to prepare for the arrival of queens and faeries. It ought to be something from a fairytale, Nesta thought as they hurried down the stairs and did a final sweep of the house. It was also meticulously tidy thanks to the staff, but Nesta had given them a day off in celebration of May Day so they could spend it in the village dancing around the Maypole with their families or drinking until sundown for all she cared.

Spring had finally dawned so more and more flowers had pierced through the hard soil that winter brought, making the garden truly come alive.

‘You have done a wonderful job with your planting,’ she acknowledged.

Elain, from her post by the adjacent window, gave a proud smile in response.

It did not take long for a quiet knock at the door. Elain looked to Nesta to open it, which she did. Her eyes blurred and refused to focus. Faintly she could make out bulky outlines that shimmered and disappeared as she stared. Under some sort of faerie spell, her sister and her winged companions could not be truly seen. Nesta held open the door for a time, until her eyes could focus on the spot on the step, knowing they had passed through the threshold.

When she closed the door and turned, she was faced with two winged men, her sister, a blonde woman, and the high lord himself.

‘You’re late,’ she said by way of greeting.

She saw the pinched expression of the blonde woman, but Rhysand cut in smoothly with, ‘Examining the Wall and the wards for safety.’

A terse silence followed before Nesta turned on her heel to stride back towards the lounge. Elain greeted Feyre then gave a polite greeting to the others too.

‘Would you like tea?’

Out of their own politeness, they agreed a tea would be nice, but the bulkiest one – the irritating one – flopped down onto the couch and announced, ‘I’d prefer whiskey, but tea will do.’

The blonde woman, Morrigan, joined him and gave a tittering laugh.

‘I will make it,’ said Nesta, before striding back from the room.

She hated these faeries in her house, hated them settling in like it was a home – a place they could get used to. Feyre had hunted for them so they could survive but it was always held over their heads – over Nesta’s head. Chop wood because I caught dinner. Fill the bath because I’m dirty from hunting. Go into town and sell the pelts because I skinned them. Perhaps if their Father had loved them more, he might have done something. Perhaps if Elain realised she was capable of helping, the leftover tasks wouldn’t have fallen solely on Nesta’s shoulders. Feyre would strong-arm them into anything involving these faeries thanks to the debt they owed for hunting. Nesta hated anything to do with them. Faeries were vicious creatures who stole mortals, who had them dance until they died for entertainment, who had them eat poisoned fruit that turned them mad.

A floorboard gave a groan so her head whipped around from the stove. There was nothing in her view, not even the strange blurring that she had grown accustomed to from the faeries when they used their siphons to disappear.

She gave a sigh and turned back to the copper kettle, hoping that it wouldn’t ever boil so she wouldn’t have to endure this meeting with the spiteful queens of the Continent.

A shadow swooped into the room and caressed her hand.

‘Oh, hello,’ she said quietly.

It looped and looped around her arm until it settled on her shoulder, watching the kettle too. As if sensing her unease, the shadow nestled against her neck, the cold kiss of it welcome.

Another shadow had appeared in the cupboard, surprising her when she pulled open the door to retrieve cups and saucers. For Feyre’s sweet tooth that they so rarely got to indulge, Nesta piled up honeyed oat biscuits onto a saucer too. One of the shadows peered at them.

‘I’m not sure if you can eat, but they’re very nice. The cook is very good.’

A third shadow had appeared and Nesta thought if she did not leave the kitchen soon, she’d be overrun with them. Not that she would mind. Their silent, tactile company was becoming a steadfast companion to her.

‘You will be with me?’

 The shadow on her neck burrowed closer until it was practically diving beneath the neckline of her dress, making her chortle with laughter from the chill and unexpectedness.

‘You’ll hide in my bodice! I daresay we will cause a scandal.’

Nesta lifted the tray and moved to exit the room. As she expected, the remaining two shadows followed at her heels like dutiful hounds. When she rounded the corner into the corridor, she had a fright that made her nearly drop the tray.

A scarred hand shot out to brace beneath it so Nesta could regain her grip on the handles. Her eyes flared.

‘Were you spying on me?’

‘It is my duty, if we are honest,’ Azriel replied in a quiet, almost hesitant voice, ‘but no. Not today. You were a while and I was sent to see if you needed assistance.’

‘Oh.’

She could not muster a more substantial reply. Faced with his height, sprawl of leathery wings, and devastatingly beautiful face, words seemed of no consequence.  

‘I have something for you,’ he said. The words came out hurried, as if he bolstered his confidence to spit them out before he could talk himself out of it.

From a pocket, he brought out a bound book with golden letters painted on the leather. The edges looked as if they were painted with starlight.

‘It is a faerie book. But enjoyable. If you grow tired of reading your father’s ledgers.’

Her intrigue was piqued. ‘Do you read?’

‘Admittedly, no. Although the book seller assured me it was popular.’  

This wasn’t a well-loved book that he had plucked from the shelf before departing; Azriel had specifically gone out of his way to purchase it for her.

‘Thank you,’ replied Nesta, voice thick. ‘I shall be sure to provide a full review upon completion.’

‘Please, let me carry the tray.’

They made an awkward show of haphazardly trying to pass the heavy tray and book between themselves, made worse by his reluctance to show his scars. Shadows wafted like mist over his skin and Nesta could not tell if she was touching them or his fingers as the tray exchanged hands.

The corridor seemed to tremble under heavy boots. ‘Have you two got lost?’

Cassian’s giant figure swallowed all of the space in the corridor. Azriel swept his head low, gesturing for Nesta to walk ahead. She kept the book pressed to her chest as she returned to face the mortal queens.

[fieldofdaisiies]

Ruhn Danaan x Reader | Like I Do

type: fluff, smut warning(s): curse words, explicit descriptions, unprotected sex, use of guns word count: 3k words request: @kennedy-brooke: hi lovely 🖤 i hope you are doing okay! idk if youre taking requests- but if by some chance you are (if not just completely ignore the ask i promise i wont be offended) would you be willing to write a ruhn oneshot? enemies/rivals to loversish with a fluffy ending (maybe smut if ur feeling up to it).  i genuinely LOVE that u write for him, esp bc he is criminally underwritten for (smh) and i just know youd do it justice <3 xoxo -k

- all rights reserved -

The gun is hot against your palm when the bullet just about an inch misses bull's eye. A frustrated groan leaves you, but a second later turns into an annoyed one.

“Close, but not close enough.” Tossing your braid over one shoulder and fully pushing back the earmuffs that have only covered one ear and now land on your shoulders, you glance back and lift a brow at the starborn prince that is casually leaning against the doorframe, a grin on his lips.

“Your business?”

“I am just trying to be helpful.” “Fuck off.” You turn back and place the small gun down, wanting to reach for a bigger one when a presence moves close to you. The scent of cologne and night fills your nostrils and you desperately try to not inhale. You hate him. You hate him so much.

Or…you want to hate him. You want to hate him so much. But you can't. Something has always been pulling you towards him and that is stressing you out. Not only because Pollux would do unspeakable things to you if he found out but also because he is Ruhn Danaan, Crown Prince of the Valbaran fae and you really, really don't want to have feelings for such a spoiled git. 

“Let me help you,” Ruhn says and closes the door behind him with the kick of his foot.

“I really don't need help from someone like you," you growl and feel anger burn inside your veins. 

He fakes hurt and folds a hand over his heart. “Ouch, that hurt." “Good.”

Ruhn chuckles lowly, watching you as you reach for a gun, one that is bigger than the one you just had.

“Really? That one?” Ruhn questions, his presence making you terribly angry. And nervous. And…aroused. What the hell is wrong with you? you ask yourself. 

You roll your eyes, more at yourself but you hope he takes the hint—that his presence is not welcomed. 

“Oh, so you think I cannot handle a big gun?” You put some stress to the word big and gun, slowly sucking your lower lip between your teeth while you give the starborn prince a once over.

Ruhn chuckles casually while his blood runs hot. And not only his skin but also one very specific body part tightens at how you have spoken the words. He has no doubt you can handle a big gun, but he internally knows that it will be his end to see you lift that rifel onto your shoulder and fire.

Oh, does he want to hate you. The Hammer being your lover should already make all the alarm bells in his head ring and it is probably your biggest red flag. Ruhn has wanted to hate you since the moment he met you, you are so proud and arrogant, but he cannot. It seems like a sheer impossibility, so all he can do is pretend and pretend only.

And that nearly drives him insane, because look at you – the most stunning, gorgeous female he has ever seen. Beautiful lips, soft skin, captivating eyes, your are breathtaking and outstand—

“Done drooling?” Your brow cocks up, challenge glowing like bright flames in your eyes. 

The starborn prince’s nostrils flare, his eyes narrowing on you and he huffs a chuckle. “I wasn’t drooling.” Pushing your hip of the counter, you move to him, standing so close you are nearly breathing the same air. Your gazes lock and one could cut the tension with a knife when you place the not yet loaded gun under his chin, tipping it up. “You totally were, princeling.”

Ruhn’s lips form a smirk when his slender fingers curl around the gun and he moves your hand away from his jaw, but only to pull you to him, both your hands and the gun trapped between your bodies. 

“Maybe thinking of you handling a big gun truly makes me drool,” Ruhn says, his voice dropping at least an octave. The deep tenor reverberates through you, making your toes curl. Ruhn is rewarded with hearing the breath hitch in your throat and he takes this moment to lean in, his brow raising when his eyes trail your features. 

“So prove to me that you can truly work with such a big gun.” A smirk appearing on your lips and colour blooming high on your cheeks, you pull your hand out of his hold, step backwards and turn around so you can walk back to the stall where you put your gun down and pick up a bigger rifle.

“I thought you said big and not as small as this tiny thing.” Cackling, you flash him a grin over your shoulder, mischief sparkling in your eyes. “I bet that’s what most girls say to you in the bedroom.”

Every irrational thought has definitely left him, Ruhn thinks, because he finds your teasing more than erotic. He tries to glower, a small growl leaving him before a grin parts his lips. “Feisty little thing.” Now you huff, the tone rather playful than annoyed. “Take that back.” “Only if you hit bull's eye.” You wave your hand, that is not holding the gun at him, rolling your eyes and turn back, your whole focus going to the target. And damn him. You immediately lose focus again when his figure moves closer to you, towering over you, his chest nearly against your back. 

“Can you step back?” you snap, almost growling at him.

“Why? Am I making you nervous?” His voice is taunting, a sweet whisper brushing down your spin. You hate this, you hate what he does to you. 

“No,” you say and push your elbow backwards, shoving him softly. “I just need space.”

He chuckles, but gets the memo and gives you some more space—not much though. 

You pop on the glasses again, and move the ear cuffs up, hefting the bigger rifle into your hands. Weighing it in your arms, you grin, hoping it will annoy him that you indeed can handle this big boy. 

I’ll be dammed, Ruhn thinks when he cannot move his eyes away from you, his gaze following the movement of your fingers brushing over the chassis, stroking all the way down to the butt plate. He swallows hard and clear his throat, his hardening cock a painful ache behind his tight pants. You fit the gun to your shoulder with graceful simplicity. All your focus is finally on the target. 

And then…

Ruhn nearly comes at the sight of you firing and aiming bull’s eye. His mouth gapes, a silent gasp leaving him. “Fuck.”

He internally thanks every god and higher being that you wear those cuffs and have not heard him. He is still in admiration when you turn to him, removing the ear cuffs, then the glasses and placing all things down on the counter. Ruhn wants to praise you for the shot, but he cannot give you that just then.

“Good, but still a lot you need to work on.” He is a cocky ass bastard, you decide once again. And Ruhn also knows that himself, but he just loves seeing you angry, all riled up, because this is what gets him worked up. Until meeting you he has had no idea that anger could be so hot, would turn him on so much.

“You know what, Ruhn, I really don’t care and I am anyways done for today. I am done here.” Shoving his shoulder, you brush past him, ripping the door open, dashing outside. 

He annoys you and you know that the longer you stay with him the more it will hurt. Because this hate, this hate for him does not specifically come from him being a dick. It comes from your raging feelings for him. But your are stuck with Pollux and Ruhn hates you, so leaving Pollux would not be the solution to the problem, you would just be alone. 

So you have to get out, get away from him. It is too much, and your hopes and dreams of what could be if you and Ruhn—

You shut your mind down and clamp your mouth shut when you run into the locker room, adjoint to the shower room. For a moment you just sit there, on one of the benches, staring at the opposite wall. Over the blood rushing in your ears from how many thoughts are coursing through your mind and the emotions bubbling up inside of you, you don’t even hear the door open. 

Until—

You jump to your feet and your jaw drops to the ground. The starborn prince leans against the threshold leading to the bathroom, and is wearing just a towel around his waist. Your eyes lower for a moment, following the tattoos on his chest, his arms, glancing at his strong, solid muscles, his pierced nipples, moving up again to his lip ring, he is currently sucking between his teeth. 

Your body flushes hot, and your have to first catch your breath to say something. Ruhn is quicker though. 

“Sorry,” he says woth graceful simplicity —so casually, so cool, like it will make everything good. Like this word would solve all your problems.

You are irritated because in this very moment you don’t even know what he would be apologising for. 

He has been cocky, yes, but that is it. He has done nothing wrong other than teasing and taunting you.

“I really dislike you, Ruhn,” you say with a smile on your face when you lift your gaze to his.

“A sweet little liar you are.”

“Wasn't lying,” you drawl and take a step closer to him. Ruhn also pushes of the threshold, eyes roaming your figure. “Nobody can hate some one and look at them like that.” Your voice is a breathy whisper when you ask, “Like what?” “Like you are stripping me bare with your eyes, imagining what is underneath that,” —Ruhn’s hand falls to his lower abdomen— “towel.”

You swallow thickly, desire clouding your vision. 

“Something very little and tiny, I assume.” You grin, hoping to have landed a blow to his ego. But Ruhn only shakes his head and laughs. “Want to find out?” Your mind, and heart, and also your lady parts scream YES in unison when your lips part and you avert your gaze.

“Idiot,” you huff instead, trying to focus on anything but his private parts. Those thoughts you only allow in the dead of night. 

“You are a starborn dick, Ruhn.”

His shoulders shake with silent laughter and Ruhn wipes one hand over his towel. “Yeah, I assume my dick has star potential…which brings me back to the topic.” He pauses, silently regarding and assessing you. He can see the desire in your eyes, your arousal so poignant, so delicious, your passion just as acute as his own.

Ruhn knows that this is the last chance to make you his. He knows if he lets you go again today there will never be a future for the two of you, and as much as he wants to hate you, he cannot bring himself to do so. So this is his last chance. That is why he is pulling all registers. “So we are going to shower together now? Angry fucking is always a good option.”

“I hate you.” A silly grin spreads over your whole face.

Ruhn’s hand brushes up your arm, to your shoulder and he curls his finger under the strap of your top. “Is that a yes?”

Your hands meet his chest first, then your lips close over his and you push him back agains the wall behind him. “Yes,” you breathe into his mouth, lips moving against each other, devouring the other. The kiss is passionate, hungry, like you have been longing, yearning for each other your whole life. 

And it truly feels like this. Ruhn can't get enough, his hands are all over you, pulling your shirt up, unclipping your bra and tossing it away. He turns the two of you, you are now pressed against the wall, his hand moving over your chest, cupping your breast.

“So perfect,” the starborn prince groans against your neck, lips moving over the skin in a bruising kiss that has you moaning. His thumb rubs your taut nipple, before rolling it between his finger and his thumb. “Do that again.” And as bad as you do not want to do it again, you do, a moan parting your lips, your head falling back to the bathroom wall, eyes closing.

Finges curling around the edge of his towel, you simply pull it away, the starborn prince now in front you in all his nude glory. And gods, is he beautiful.

His erection is a hard press against your lower belly when his hips rub against you. His hands sliding down your sides, softly squeezing your hips, before moving to your rear. He helps you out of your leggings, pulling the little piece of nothing that is your underwear down your legs as well.

“Did you put them on already planning ahead?” Ruhn rasps in your ear, before pushing of the wall behind you and lifting the panties. “Going to keep them by the way.” 

And with that he tosses them over to his bag, them landing perfectly in it.

“Ruhn!” you express loudly.

“Remember that name for when you come. Would like to hear you scream it.”

The starborn prince winks, amused by your stunned expression. You shove at his shoulder, laughing, but when his palm touches your lower belly, fingers splayed out, the laughter dies down. A gasp slips through your lips when Ruhn slides his hand lower, his heated gaze not leaving you, his lips still a smirk.

His middle finger touches the apex of your thighs and he once again leans into you. “You want this, right?”

Soft lips brush your jaw, your own hand sliding up Ruhn’s arm, over his shoulder, his neck, finding its place in the hair at the nape of his neck. You bring his mouth to yours, nipping softly at his lower lip. “Nothing I want more.”

This must have been his undoing—all restraints are gone.

Ruhn parts your hot flesh, sliding one, then two fingers inside of you, groaning at the wetness he is met with. “Always so wet for me?” he says, lips mere inches form his, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. You reward him with a grin, your own fingers curling around his proud length, stroking him, your thumb brushing the crown where a bead of liquid has already built up.

“Can return the question,” you pant, “always so hard for me?” Ruhn adds a third finger when he says, “Never not hard when I am around you.” Something tells you that this is the truth and you find it…incredibly hot. 

When desire and need fully overflow the two of you, it all gets too much, the rising lust and need hardly bearable any longer. Ruhn’s fingers slip out of you. You kiss down his neck, still working him, the ungodly sound of him suckling on his fingers, the ones that have been inside of you, making you clench your thighs, your walls squeezing around nothing.

He moans low in his throat, nothing tastes like you, he knows that. The only thing he will need in his life from now on.

Your moan, the silent plea Ruhn understands, draws his attention fully back to you. His eyes darker than usual, ablaze, move over your face, stopping at your lips. “Jump,” he says and kisses you again, hands grabbing your ass, lifting you up, pushing you against the wall when you simultaneously bring the tip of his rigid cock to your entrance. He slides in with ease, having prepared you well, his length stretching you out, filling you so perfectly. And you fit perfectly, like his cock has been made exactly for you. 

A groan makes Ruhn press an open-mouthed kiss against your jaw, hips softly moving against yours. Your curl your legs around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders from how tightly you hold onto him.

“So wet and and tight, sweetheart,” Ruhn drawls, licking over your ear.

“Just for you, starborn prince.” Your raspy voice has his cock twitching and he pushes harder into you, pounding you against the tile wall, skin slapping against skin, but also against the wall. The sounds are so wet, so sinful. Also the pöace you have chosen is somehow a sin.

Are you truly letting Ruhn, the starborn prick, fuck you in the bathroom or a public olace?

"I bet he can't fuck you like I do."

A strangled cry leaves you in response because he truly can't.

"Say it!" Ruhn commands. "Say that he can't fuck you like I do." "No one can fuck me like you do. It is only your cock that–"

You cry out loudly, Ruhn’s name mixing with curses, when your throw your head back and squeeze him tightly. You move along with him, riding his proud length.

“I know, sweetheart. I know.” Ruhn himself releases a deep growl, taking you harder, rougher, his thrusts deep, making you feel every glorious inch of him.

You come with a scream, hand twisted in his hair, the starborn prince’s mouth on your boob, suckling, his tongue flicking over the taut bud. He follows quickly after you, hips moving against yours with sloppy thrusts when his hot release spurts of your walls.

“We forgot protection.”

You release a loud breath, chest heaving with deep inhales, eyes squeezed shut. Sweat grazes your skin and you pant loudly, ringing for air so you can answer him. “I’m on…the pill.”

A relieved groan leaves Ruhn at that and he kisses your brow, slowly helping you climb down, softly placing your shaky legs on the ground. “Can stand alone?”

His seed is running down the insides of your thighs when you glance downwards, knees wobbly. You hold onto him and give your head a little shake. “No, need you.” 

Leaning forward you kiss his chest before leaning your chin against his chest and smiling up at him. 

“I will break up with Pollux tonight. Will you offer me a place to stay, a bed to sleep?” “Nothing I would rather want.” Happiness makes a small tear appear in the corner of the prince's left eye. He kisses your nose, your forehead, your mouth, pulling you to him by your shoulders.

“My home is always open for you and I will always welcome you. I will wait outside when you break up with him, I cannot not,” —Ruhn kisses your pouted lips— “let you go alone. And yes, I know you are a grown girl amd very strong, but I cannot risk anything. I will be there, all the time.”

You kiss his toned chest again, smiling. “I know that Ruhn. I really do.”

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tags: @azrielsbabyg @brekkershadowsinger @euphoricpixiee

tags: @azrielsbabyg @brekkershadowsinger @euphoricpixiee

[that-angry-noldo]

Happy 200 followers!!!

Got any ridiculous bits for your werewolf AU? A bit of sweet to go with the MOUNTAIN of dark? XD

thank you!! here you go. dark with a bit of comfort in the end. cws - torture threats

Finrod can't move.

He shivers and tries to stand up. His limbs are heavy as stone.

He can't move.

He tries to breathe, his pulse rising in his ears. He can't move. He can't feel. He can't see anything. He is lying on a cold stone.

He screams, but all that leaves his lips is a weak sigh. He feels fingers tracing his spine, and his eyes flow open.

"Ah," a sweet, menacingly decieving voice says, "I see you're awake."

Finrod flinches, tries to kick, to push away, to cry for help. He can't move.

"Don't be difficult," Sauron chides, and takes a strand of Finrod's hair between his fingers. "Was I absent for so long you forgot how to behave yourself?"

No, Finrod thinks, and his heart misses a beat. No, no, no.

"Aw, come on. You were so good for me last time."

There wasn't a last time, Finrod thinks. Runes on his arm start to glow, and Finrod twitches. Sauron laughs.

"Pathetic," he says, and yanks Finrod up. Finrod feels tears burning in his eyes, his face still paralised. Sauron grabs him by his neck, leans to his face.

"Pathetic," he repeats, and Finrod feels cold fingers ghosting over his chest. "I can't wait to drag you back in chains, Felagund. I'll lock you in the deep dark, far away from any other sound, and will make you scream my name until you remember who you belong to."

Finrod tries to breathe.

"I will cut you into straps and saw you back together... I will take out your teeth, and your tongue, and your eyes... and I will drive a knife through your heart, catch your soul, and force it back into its shell... again, and again, and again," Sauron meets his eyes and grins.

Finrod screamed.

It was dark around him. The fire long since died, and stars were the only witnesses.

"Just a dream," Finrod finally whispered.

Em nudged his hand and whined. Finrod patted her absently. Coal turned his head in question. Mary licked his fingers.

"It was just a dream."

[thighs-of-betrayal-blog]

hi, this is about the part 2 to stakeout company. maybe when they get home, they kinda don't talk about it but are very affectionate with each other, like maybe they cuddle on the couch in the common room or hold hands and stuff and the team notices and maybe sam gets enough of it and asks what's going on between them but they look at each other and are like, 'we dont know, we haven't really talked about it' and maybe bucky says 'but im pretty sure we're together' and then sam freaks out and leaves and then reader teases bucky about it and they kiss?

i dont know, maybe its a shitty idea but its an idea nonetheless and dont do it if you dont want to

much love x

Time to Talk

Part 2 to "Stakeout Company"

A/N: This could never be a shitty idea! It’s amazing and I’m so happy you sent it in!! Thank you so much, love! :)

I hope you all enjoy and as always, any feedback is appreciated!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader

Warnings: angst/fluff, violence, weapons 

Part 1

The past week has been… interesting, to say the least. After Bucky’s affectionate cuddling session with you during your stakeout, the two of you have been acting like a couple. Funny thing is though, you’re not. You haven’t even discussed what went down during the mission. There’s unspoken words between you and you both know it. You’re just living in blissful avoidance. 

Bucky’s never been great at expressing his feelings and you, well you are supposed to hate him. That’s what everyone else thinks anyway. You feel like it’s easier to keep up the façade then explain it to everyone, but unknown to you, some have already noticed. 

It’s a Thursday afternoon and after a long, morning training, you and Bucky are sitting on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder. 

“I’m gonna be so fucking sore,” you groan. 

Bucky rests his hand on your thigh. “Maybe I can-” 

“Maybe you can what?” 

The two of you jump apart at the sound of Sam’s voice as he sits down on the chair across from you, staring at you expectantly. 

Your hand is resting over your heart as it beats erratically in your chest. “Sam! You scared me. I didn’t know you were standing there.” 

“I bet you didn’t. Otherwise, I’m sure you two wouldn’t have been acting the way you just were.” 

Bucky sighs. “Look, Sam, we can explain.” 

“Can you? I thought you two hated each other and now, you’re all cuddly and shit. I’m confused. The whole team’s confused. Hell, even you two look confused.”

You look over at Bucky. “Well, we haven’t really talked about it.”

Bucky looks back at you and nods. “Yeah, we haven’t.” A grin appears on his face. “But, I wouldn’t mind if we were official.” 

All the feelings you’ve been recently suppressing come sliding up your body, ready to slip out at any moment. You fight to keep them down, not wanting to scare Bucky away with how much you actually care for him. 

“I’ve gotta go.” Standing up, you give Bucky one last glance before rushing towards the elevator, your heart breaking with each step. 

---

You realized the next day that you crushed Bucky’s heart. He avoided you at all costs, refusing to even look at you. 

Now, a week later, you’re on a mission and of course, you’ve been paired up with him. 

As the two of you walk through the building, it’s dead silent, neither of you daring to speak. You want to apologize, tell him you were just scared, but the looks he’s giving you makes you think you should just keep quiet. 

“Y/N, Buck. You guys almost in the lab?” Sam asks over the comms. 

You steal a glance at Bucky and sigh. “Yeah, right down the hallway. I’ll let you know when we’re in.” 

When you enter the lab, you split up, the both of you heading in opposite directions to download data from the computer systems. 

It’s now that you decide it’s a good time to talk. “Why have you been avoiding me?” 

Bucky groans. “Seriously, Y/N? You wanna have this talk now?” 

Sticking your flash drive into the computer, you click to start the transfer process. “Why not now? We’re alone.” 

“Are you really though?” 

Quickly turning around, you face off with three guards. “Shit. I was really hoping to have a breakthrough with the man I have feelings for, guys. Is that too much to ask for?” 

Bucky’s head whips to the side. “You have feelings for me?” 

One of the guards chuckles. “This is cute and all, but you’re not leaving with that flash drive.” 

You look down at the drive in your hand. “Oh, right.” You smirk. “Guess you’ll have to come and get it.” 

One of the guards rushes you and you jump to the side, pocketing the flash drive into your boot before fishing around in your belt for your knives. When you come up empty handed, you want to kick yourself. You forgot them. You actually forgot to bring your knives to a mission. 

“Fuck me,” you groan out loud. 

“What’s wrong, doll?” Bucky asks from across the room, in the middle of dodging a punch from one of the guards.

You kick your leg into a guard’s chest. “Forgot my knives!”

In an instant, a knife slides your way. “Take one of mine!” 

Picking up the knife, you send a quick grin in Bucky’s direction. “God, I like you so much.” 

Bucky grunts and continues dodging punches. “Why’d you run off like that then?” 

You slash the knife at the guard in front of you, narrowly missing his chest by a few inches. “I was scared! It’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone romantically and you make me feel things I’ve never felt before!” 

The guard kicks out at you and you flip onto the floor, slicing your knife into his ankle. He groans as his step falters. 

“You don’t ever have to be scared with me, doll! I’ll always protect you!” 

As the guard is focused on his ankle, you climb up to his neck, wrapping your thighs tightly around his throat. “I know you would! I’m just an idiot!” 

You use all your strength to knock the guard over, falling onto your back hard. You groan, but continue to choke him until he passes out. Once he does, you’re back on your feet, heading towards Bucky and the two other guards. 

Bucky gives you a quick smile. “You’re my idiot.” 

You smile to yourself as you lunge at one of the guards, throwing your hand out to punch him in the throat. “Did you hear that?” You question the guard. “I’m his idiot. How sweet.” 

Bucky lets out a deep chuckle as he knocks the guard he’s fighting in the head with the blunt of his knife. The guard falls down in a heap, landing right at Bucky’s feet. 

When he turns to look at you and the guard you’re fighting, he swipes the sweat off his forehead. “Let’s hurry this up so I can kiss you already.” 

“Sounds good to me!” 

The two of you swarm the last guard together. Bucky grabs his waist, while you swing your leg in the air, kicking him square in the head. Bucky ducks before your foot connects with the guard’s head, sending him into the wall next to you. 

When you look at Bucky, he’s already staring at you. “Is this what we’ll be doing now as a couple? Fighting together? Because it’s kinda hot.” 

You smack his arm. “You’re insatiable.” 

Grabbing your arms, he pulls you towards him. “Only for you, doll.” He grabs your chin, tilting your head up to his. “Now about that kiss-”

His lips press against yours, claiming your mouth. “Worth the wait,” he groans into the kiss. 

You chuckle before kissing him harder, biting down on his lower lip. 

Bucky grips your waist. “The things I’m gonna do to-” 

“We can hear you, ya know!” Sam yells in the ear comms, disgust laced in his voice. 

Laughing, the two of you separate while grabbing your comms in sync and throwing them onto the ground. 

“That solves that problem,” Bucky laughs before pressing his lips back onto yours. 

It sure does, you think to yourself, getting lost in the feel of him against you. It sure does.

[souichi-simpings]

Bullied into submission (NSFW)

/Souichi meets a girl who ends up being tougher than he thought.../

Honestly, not very happy with this one but decided to publish it anyway!

Knife play, slight dubcon

"9,000 Yen? Are you kidding me? I ain't paying that much, old man!" You scowled at the handsome tall man who was  calmly grinning at your angry tantrum. "I assure you, miss. It's very well worth the money." He tried to reason to you "If you wish, I can accompany you and show you all the scariest sights inside. Satisfaction guaranteed!"

"Hmph. Whatever, if I ain't scared you better give me my money back." You sulked as you went through your backpack, looking for your wallet, at the same time checking that you had your butterfly knife with you, thinking that you will get your money back one way or another. The man's grin grew at your words, as he opened the door behind him. "Well of course! Welcome to my haunted house, miss...?" "Y/N." You responded bluntly, making his smirk falter, as you walked past him and entered the house. "Tough customer huh...." He said quietly to himself, making you stop in your tracks and turn around to face him. "Excuse me, old man? What was that?" You asked him, staring at his face grimly. What's up with this girl?

"Uh, n-nothing miss Y/N, nothing at all!" He stammered as he attempted to stay calm "Would you like to see one of my favorite spots?" He tried to hurry you forward, but you wouldn't budge. You grabbed his tie and pulled him down to your eye level, making him yelp at the sudden action. "You better shut the fuck up, or I'll make you shut up, old man..." He started to panic, his seemingly everlasting smile wavering. "Is this any way to treat a lady, huh?" Your cocky smile just barely noticeable, you were enjoying tormenting the man, his charade of confidence falling apart. It was making you excited. "What's your name, old man? Do you want trouble, because that's what you'll get if you cross me!"

He gulped, the proximity of your face stirring him. You were pretty for sure, but scary. "S-Souichi, miss..." He said, his voice trembling. Damn this girl!

"Souichi," you whispered to his ear, still holding his tie, your gentle breath on his ear making him shudder "behave, and I'll be on my best behaviour too." You let go of him, giving him a devilish smile as you turned around to walk deeper into the house. He stood there where you left him stunned and, weirdly enough, aroused. "Souichi, are you coming?" He heard you call out from another room "Yes miss, just a moment!" He croaked as he hurried to the next room. The room was filled with severed heads, badly constructed, but there was a surprise at the end of the row. His sister was waiting to scare anyone who entered and.... Wait! Where was she!?

"Hmmh. I don't know what is supposed to be scary about these fake heads. I'm not impressed." You said flatly as you poked one of then, making it fall over. You looked behind you where Souichi stood, sweat rolling down his face as he cussed in his mind. Damn Sayuri, where the hell are you! "Honestly, old man, this isn't worth the money. Did you make these yourself? Store bought would've been better. Is this one of those 'scariest sights' you meant to show me?" Your arrogant smile making Souichi's confidence fall to depths unknown. "I- I-, uhh..." He stuttered, his eyes darting around the room. "I think we better move forward, miss Y/N! This is just the beginning!" "I wonder...." You muttered and took the strap of your backpack off your shoulder, Souichi looked at you confused as he tried to peek at what you were doing. "Miss? What are you doing? Photographing inside the haunted house is forbidden." You took out your knife and jabbed it in one of the heads, piercing it with ease. "Paper mache? Are you kidding?" You chuckled and held the head up by the knife. "Why do you have that with you?!" Souichi exclaimed, backing away from you. "Hmmm, you never know when you might need a knife" You hummed as you twirled the butterfly knife skillfully in your hand before sliding it in your skirt pocket. "Besides, I know a lot of neat tricks with it, it's fun." Souichi swallowed dryly and fidgeted with his hair "I see. W-Would you like to see more of the attractions?" He felt nervous, but still tried to keep you moving forward. He really needed the money, so he attempted to get you to at least finish the tour.

You rolled your eyes "Alright, wow me." Souichi prayed that the rest of his family was still in their positions as he led you forward. "O-over here, we have the cursed well" He tried to make the atmosphere a little more spooky, failing miserably "The story is, an old woman was murdered and her body dumped here, they say her soul is still haunting it, cursing everyone who dares to .... Eh?" You peeked inside it before looking at him unimpressed, then again at the well. "Old man... This isn't very convincing." Souichi felt his heart drop. "What do you mean, miss Y/N?" "It's just a fake well." You leaned onto the edge of the well, taking another look inside. "What's up with this hatch in here? Someone supposed to jump out from there and spook you?" "N-no, I mean, yes, but..." Souichi faltered. "This is soooo booooring..! I might as well just go home!" You sighed, dramatically turning around, smirking as you pretended to be leaving. "Ohhhh no no no, miss please! I swear you will like the next attraction, please don't leave" He rambled on in panic, hurrying towards you as he tried to come up with something to keep you there.

"Although... I have a better idea." You twirled around to face him with a huge smile on your face, making Souichi stop in his tracks confused. "You know, Souichi, you look awfully cute like this" You told him as you snagged the lapels of his coat, "Makes me want to just eat you up!" Souichi felt his face turn red. "C-cute? What do you mean cute?" He questioned as he watched you lick your lips hungrily. You pushed him against a wall and rubbed your thigh against his crotch. "Already hard..." You thought contently to yourself. "What do you think I mean? You look absolutely adorable." You rub your thigh against his cock again, making Souichi let out a moan. "Your face all red..." You kissed his neck and took your knife out of your pocket, pressing it gently against his chest. "Your false confidence gone.." You whispered as you applied slight pressure to the knife, damaging his shirt. "I like it a lot." You slid the knife under his necktie, and with a swift motion cut it off his neck. Souichi felt spellbound, he couldn't resist you and your advances. Instead, he wanted more. "Miss, I don't understand..." He tried to calm himself down as you pushed yourself against him. "Ohh? I think you do!" You smiled at him devilishly. You took a firm hold of the back of your neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss. He tasted so sweet, it was driving you crazy. He took a tight hold of you, deepening the kiss as you moaned into his mouth.

You broke the kiss, looking at his breathless form as you chuckled "Oh, you liked that? You're naughty, mister. Would you like some more?" You lightly brushed the knife against the skin of his neck. Souichi gulped as he nodded quietly, a desperate look in his eyes. You let out a pleased hum. "Come here then." You said as you pulled him back towards you. He exhaled hard as your lips collided, he tried to slowly relax himself as his hands tugged your shirt up and made their way underneath to grope your breasts. You practically tore his coat off his body in your frenzy, dropping your knife to your feet as you swiftly opened the buttons of his shirt, feeling his soft, pale skin against yours as you slid your hands down, opening his belt and undoing his pants.

You broke the kiss to take off your underwear, the material coated with your slick, glistening, dropping them to your ankles and kicking them aside. "Sit down." You commanded Souichi, sitting astride in his lap as he complied. He took a better look at you as you were on top of him, your hips slowly rubbing against his hard member. You looked beautiful, your hair messy and eyes filled with lust. He reached under your shirt again, feeling your breasts and sliding his hands up and down your sides, he wanted to touch you everywhere he possibly could. You pulled your shirt off over your head and threw it somewhere on the dirty floor, your bra soon following. Souichi was enchanted by your beauty, trying to take it all in at once was overwhelming, yet he still wanted more. "Miss Y/N, please..." He groaned as you ground your hips against his.

"Be patient, you'll get what you want" You lifted your hips so that you could tug his pants down, freeing his throbbing cock from his underwear. "You ready?" You asked, stroking his cheek. You slowly lowered your hips down, feeling the tip of his cock against your entrance. He nodded in agreement, letting you take control of the situation. You pushed yourself down on him, feeling his member fill you up. You pause for a moment to get used to the size of his cock, it was bigger than you anticipated. "Oh god, so tight...!" Souichi groaned as he gripped your waist. As you got used to the size, you slowly started to move your hips, moaning when his cock brushed against your sweet spot. Souichi moaned as he slightly bucked his hips against you, making you let out a small mewl in response.

You placed your hands on top of his chest as you worked yourself on top of him, your pace getting more vigorous as you chased your high. "Y/N, slow down please" Souichi panted, his hands desperately clinging onto your thighs so tight you were sure it would leave bruises on you. You had no intentions of doing so, you enjoyed watching him squirm under you, struggling to keep his composure as you fucked him. "Sshhh, just let it out" You exhaled as you rolled your hips against him "I want to hear your voice" You hummed as you slowly brought your hips up before smacking them down again, making him groan as his eyelids fluttered. "But Y/N, I'm so cl-close" He uttered huskily between his moans. "Please, you have to pull out..!" Just hearing that made you more aroused, the thought of the man coming undone under you and making him let his seed out deep inside you was irresistible. You bend down, entwining your arms around his shoulders, holding him close to you. "It's alright, let it all in, please!" You mumble in his ear. Hearing you say it was too much for him, he desperately needed to fill you up. Souichi took a tight grip of your hips, rutting his hips into yours relentlessly as you held on him for dear life "Souichi, please fill me up" you whined as his pace became more erratic. He sunk his teeth into your shoulder as he let out a throaty groan and brought your hips down against his, letting his hot seed fill your insides. Each throb of his cock sent a shudder up your spine, your legs trembling as you savored every drop of his semen. "Oh god, that felt so good..." You exhaled as you rest your head against his shoulder, giving him a small peck on his neck. Neither of you had the energy to get up, leaving you two breathless on the floor. "You really are quite something, miss" Souichi sighed underneath you as he petted your hair lazily. "Just Y/N." "Hmm?" "Just... Call me Y/N."

You both laid down in silence, before you lifted your head up slightly to look at his face.

“You really need to work on your stamina though...” You mumbled to him, making him groan in annoyance.

----

"1,000, 2,000...." Souichi counted your money with a defeated expression on his face as you whistled a small tune cheerfully. "9,000. There you go." Souichi handed the money back to you dissatisfied. "Thank you very much!" You smiled, victorious, as you put your money back in your wallet. "Hmph, whatever..." Souichi grumbled as he took out a cigar, placing it between his teeth and lighting it. He emptied the small cash register as he started to count his profits for the day, mumbling and lost in his thoughts. You silently studied his face for a while, thinking. "Hey, old ma-, I mean, Souichi." "What is it now?" He asked, eyes fixed on the small piles of money. "I like you. Let's go out tomorrow, like a date. My treat." You turn your face away from him, trying to hide the slight redness of your cheeks. Souichi lifted his gaze up from the counter, looking at you with a surprised look on his face. "Uhm, y-yeah, I would love to!"

[koqabear]

hit me with your killshot, baby (C.YJ)

Summary:

It was a small, quiet town you had decided to move into. One that you could help with any healing or magical needs. What you didn’t expect, however, was to face a demon too powerful for your own good. The worst part? Seems like he’s gotten attached.

Yeonjun x reader/ demon!yeonjun x witch!reader

Genre: fantasy, enemies to ?? thriller(?), angst if you squint me thinks

Word count: 3.0K

Warnings: general physical fighting/violence, mentions of scars, burns, bones breaking, knives, blood, fire, descriptions of pain (let me know if I should add anything!)

a/n: This might get another part if it gets a good response <3 Writing fantasy is rlly fun for me as well, I’m so glad that this is the story that got me out of my writers block lmao

comments and reblogs are always welcome and much appreciated, hope you guys enjoy! <3

Disclaimer!! Absolutely nothing about this story is accurate or real, anything and everything that mc the witch does is made up!

It was about three in the morning when you got the call.

“Hello?” You said, eyes squinted as you had just been woken up from your sleep. The line remained silent for a moment, leaving you to wonder if this was a scam caller. You spoke again, only to hear hasty footsteps becoming louder, presumably running towards the phone.

“Hello?!” The voice called out, the loud exclamation causing you to jolt awake. “Oh my god, oh my god!” Their exasperated voice rang through your line, and you stood to get properly dressed, already anticipating their request.

“Where do you live?” You asked sharply, grabbing the keys to your car and waiting for their answer. They stuttered out their address, the sounds of the rain coming into your ear. They were now outside.

“Please come quick, this spirit has been bothering me for weeks now, I could have sworn they were harmless-“ they cried into the phone, only to get cut off by your stern command.

“Leave your home. I’ll be there in about ten minutes.”

They agreed, their voice quiet and shaky, and you hung up, beginning to drive to your new task.

It was no secret your town had a problem with the supernatural. That was the whole reason you lived here.

‘The town witch’ was what they called you. You remember moving to this small town the moment you turned eighteen, the rumors of the paranormal town beckoning you to help. With potions and incantations by your side, you were the best damn thing this place had ever gotten. But that was six years ago, and you were young and naive. The scars and burns that riddled your body only served to prove your progress, marking your place in this town permanently.

You sighed, your grip on your steering wheel weak. You were, after all, the only help these people had. Late night calls like this were beginning to become much too common recently, leading you to wonder if something, or someone, new was beginning to pester this poor town.

You arrived at the house, the thunderstorm only helping to provide a stereotypical atmosphere for you to work in. You got out your car, pulling your coat tightly against your body, the wind around you strong enough to hinder your footsteps.

The two story home before you rattled in protest, the front door swinging open the moment you got close enough. You felt your heart begin to race, beginning to question if this was truly worth it. It seems that whatever had been pestering the homeowner was no small ghost. Walking inside, you were met with the dark and empty home, the hardwood floor beneath you creaking in protest as you carefully walked around, the house seemingly calming the moment you entered.

You breathed in slowly, attempting to steady your mind as you surveyed the house, recalling what the homeowner told you before hanging up. This had been going on for a while, but it seems that it only recently became too much for them. Whatever was in this home really liked the attention.

Before you were able to take another step forward, you were thrown off your feet, slamming into the wall to your left, the many picture frames and decorations falling before you with a loud crash. The door slammed shut, and you covered your head, bracing yourself as you felt the glass shards begin to be directed towards you.

It’s here, and it’s angry.

Just as the chaos around you finally dulled down, you were met with the sight of the trophy shelf in front of you beginning to shake, your eyes widening as you began to run. You muttered a quick incantation to help shield you, the dull sounds of impact that began to pound against your shield only serving to make you run faster.

The hallway in front of you suddenly seemed never-ending, it’s violet wallpaper becoming harder to see the more you ran. Was the house layout always like this? The hallway suddenly ended, leading you to an open room, quickly recognizing it as the living room. The lights suddenly flickered on, disturbing your concentration as you noticed a shadow walk past one of the doorways.

Seemingly knowing you perfectly, the spirit took this small wavering to throw a book in your direction, narrowly missing your face as you ducked to the side, only to get knocked to your knees as you felt a kick to your back, your disturbed concentration causing your spell to be broken.

You turned around in a haste, summoning your shield once more as you unsheathed the knife you had in your coat pockets.

“Show yourself!” You barked out, standing up as you surveyed the room. “I know you’re here.”

Silence.

The howling wind outside stopped, the flickering lights suddenly still at the sound of your voice. You gripped the handle of the knife harder, trying to not let the exhaustion seep into you. The lights began to slowly dim, a lit ember flickering in front of you, only to be followed by many more, swirling into a raging fire directly in front of you. You jumped back at the heat, the familiar sight making you frown in anticipation.

“You look tired,” the voice said, as smooth and elegant as you first remembered it, “Maybe I could fix that.”

Standing in front of you was no other than Yeonjun. Clad in black, his dark eyes stared into yours as he towered over you, his platform boots shining underneath the dull lights, his hair slicked back and pushed away from his face save for a few strands that hung to frame his face.

“Yeonjun.” You said, a feeling of anger stirring inside you the longer you stared at him

“It’s so nice to hear my name come from you again,” he sighed, taking a step toward you, only for you to step back in retaliation.

Yeonjun was none other than the first demon you tried to expel when you first came here. You had fought with every single potion and spell you spent years perfecting, only to leave hospitalized and unsure that he would return. However, as the years passed and no sign of him appeared, you had assumed that you had succeeded in your battle against him, any signs of hauntings or poltergeists disappearing after that day.

“You,” you snapped, everything finally piecing everything together. “You’re behind everything that’s been happening recently, aren’t you?” You took another step back as he began to laugh, throwing his head back as if you had just told him the funniest thing in the world. Slowly, he calmed himself down, his eyes playful as he took his sweet time responding to you.

“Maybe, why?” He said, beginning to walk towards you slowly. You held your ground, concentrating on keeping your shield steady, they grip on your knife tightening. He stopped centimeters away from it, the aura of the shield humming as his clothes grazed the perimeter, shocks emitting on impact.

“I missed you, you know,” He muttered, head leaning towards you teasingly as he stood just far enough to not be blasted away from your shield. “It wasn’t fun hopping from town to town, trying to mess with other witches that resided there. They were just too…”

“Weak.”

You were barely given a moment before the sight of Yeonjun’s bright eyes filled your vision, the feeling of a scorching heat overtaking your senses.

Yeonjun had trapped you in a ring of fire.

A pretty small one, too.

Slightly panicked, you looked around for any place you could escape, the memories of the last time you got so close to Yeonjun warning you to get as far from him as you could, only to find that it was just you and him, trapped in a space that wouldn’t even allow you to shift backwards.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice taunting as he waited for your next move, “Claustrophobic?”

The weapon in your hand began to heat up, your mind working its hardest to form a plan that would work and let you come out alive. You already knew what this fire around you would do; It wasn’t a simple flame, and the scar on your chest that throbbed painfully in this demonic presence was enough proof of that.

The moment you had healed from your first encounter with Yeonjun, you had put all of the knowledge you had acquired from experience and older, more experienced witches into putting a weapon that would help you with violent demonic problems like him. It had taken you weeks of pure isolation and meditation to engrave the correct energy into the weapon, afraid to make any mistake that could lead to something drastic. By the time you were finished putting the last few touches on the weapon, (a protective incation; the words engraving themselves in fine print letter by letter as you poured the last of your energy into it,) you could barely stand, landing yourself at the house of a medic that specialized with witches.

“You’re lucky that you managed to come out of this with just drained energy,” He had told you one day, standing next to your cot and handing you a homemade medicine; its taste was horrendous, but it did the job.

“I’ve dealt with witches, succeeding or not, that had come out in a much worse condition. You’re very powerful, that much I can tell.” He confessed, his face sobering as he remembered why it was that you were there, “Whatever it is that you’re dealing with, I wish you luck.”

And now here you stand, the results of all your hard work and patience vibrating the more you concentrate on defeating the demon in front of you.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to try and hurt me with that,” Yeonjun laughed, watching the way your grip tightened the moment he landed his eyes on it, your knuckles turning white with the force, “You know your little knife can’t hurt me, right?”

While it was true that regular knives were nothing more but toys to him, you knew that what you were holding was not a regular knife.

But he didn’t.

You remained silent as you stared at him, quirking a brow to silently challenge him. He scoffed, rolling his eyes at your demeanor.

“Giving me the silent treatment now?” He said, pausing for a moment before looking back at you, “Fine. You think you can hurt me with that little kitchen knife?” With a single movement of his hands, the fire dwindled, going down until it was no more,

“Go ahead. Give it your best shot.”

You suppressed a smile.

Yeonjun was a lot of things. Strong, powerful, smart, hell, he was a bit attractive too.

But above all, he was cocky.

Slowly, and as subtly as you could, you adjusted your stance, your eyes never leaving his, ready to let your shield down to attack him.

“No games?”

His lips quirked up, his hands coming up to his sides to show you his full vulnerability.

“Fair and square. Here, I’ll even let you make the first move.” His pitch black eyes twinkled with his signature playfulness, his thoughts displaying to you loud and clear;

I thought you were smarter than this.

You fought the urge to scoff, and instead surveyed him for a moment, stepping back to give yourself a bit more room. He watched intently, his body language open and relaxed, clearly not threatened by you.

You lunged forward.

Before Yeonjun could move away, you swung your knife towards him, your stomach sinking as you missed your target, his neck, and sliced at his face instead. His head turned to the side, a hiss emitting from him as he turned back to you, the slash on his cheek burning into his skin, going deeper into his face as he began to bleed.

Except that wasn’t blood that came out of his face.

A thin liquid, pure black and mixed with the poison of your blade, trickled down his face. Slowly, he brought up a hand to his cheek, touching tentatively at his wound, observing the black substance that poured out of him, before turning back to you.

“Come on, you little vixen,” he groaned, the nickname that he called you from your first meeting rolling off his tongue smoothly, “Not the face!”

Cocky bastard.

But now that your first move was over, Yeonjun took a minute to crack his neck, the black liquid trailing down to his neck as he slowly rolled his head back, pausing for a second before straightening up, smiling at you sweetly.

“My turn.”

Right as you were going to activate your shield once more, Yeonjun ran to you, landing a solid punch to your stomach, sending you flying to the wall behind you, the wind being knocked out of you on impact as you crumbled to the floor. Looking up, you saw him lunge at you once more, mumbling your incantation for your shield, successfully knocking him back at the last second. Tumbling backward, Yeonjun layed on the floor as you slowly got back up, using the wall behind you as support, the wild and unhinged sound of Yeonjun’s laugh echoing off the walls.

“Oh, my little vixen,” he began, sitting up as he watched you regain your composure. “I missed this. I must admit, you have gotten stronger.” Standing back up slowly, you felt the room slowly heat up. You shifted, knowing what it was that he was about to do next.

“It’s exciting.”

Running towards him, you did your best to avoid the trail of fire that was now after you, ready to swing your knife at him as you got closer. Just as you were close enough to him, you swung towards his neck once more, the predictable movement allowing Yeonjun to step aside, only to get a kick to his chest, successfully knocking him down and allowing you to dive down, the fire that was about to pierce the center of your back flying instead to the wall in front of you, the loud boom barely covering Yeonjun’s scream as you dug your knife into his shoulder.

“Fuck!”

You towered over him, straddling his waist and putting as much weight as you could to keep him down. His hands immediately reached up to clasp over yours, attempting to pull the weapon out, only to have you retaliate by digging it into his skin more, his cursing filling up your ears as he struggled against you.

Your jaw clenched and you felt yourself begin to sweat, the same ring of fire from before beginning to enclose around you slowly with no signs of stopping. Your hands began to burn underneath Yeonjun’s touch, obviously his doing as he seemed to concentrate on attempting to scare you off with the same fire that landed you on the brink of death from your first encounter.

But you refused.

You refused to allow the demon to live any longer, to continue to terrorize innocent and defenseless people in your town, or in this world at all. And now that you had him under your grip, your hands struggling to successfully behead him, you weren’t going to let a little bit of pain scare you away.

Your hands began to numb under the heat of his skin, popping noises emitting from under his iron grip. He was attempting to break your hands, to render them useless, but with the adrenaline coursing through your veins, you pushed on, biting back your own groans of pain and trying to concentrate on your current task, and nothing else.

“Come on my vixen, give it up,” he said, his voice laced with pain and false confidence that he attempted to use in order to make you believe that he remained unaffected. But as your knife inched towards his neck, piercing through his skin and emitting a loud sizzling sound, you knew that it was all a bluff by the way he winced, a low grunt of pain escaping him.

“I really don’t want to hurt you, you know,” he confessed, the ring of fire snapping angrily at your legs, the heat making you want to faint from overexertion. But you continued to push on, much to Yeonjun’s annoyance. “Fine, you asked for it.”

He screwed his eyes shut, the ring of fire slightly calming down, along with his iron grip on your hands. Just as you were about to take this chance and behead him, you felt something coming.

You turned around.

A ball of pitch black fire, resembling a pure void, flew towards you.

It all happened so fast. Throwing you off of him, Yeonjun staggered away from you, watching silently as the void of black washed over you, your screams of agony causing him to look away, the slightest bit of pity washing over him.

This was it, wasn’t it?

You couldn’t move as this void of fire washed over you, a feeling as though every bone in your body was being broken and you were being turned inside out coarsed through your system, your screams ripping through your throat, the wish for death appearing in your heart.

But right as you felt as though you were going to black out, it stopped.

And Yeonjun stood over you.

He watched as you lay there, completely paralyzed with pain. It took a bit before you began to breathe again, your chest barely rising, the air flowing into you causing you pain. Slowly, you opened your eyes, Yeonjun’s face inches from yours, the dark liquid from his wounds dripping onto you.

“I almost feel sorry,” he whispered, his lips grazing yours. You tried to hold on, to finish your job, but the very effort of having to breathe exhausted you beyond belief. Slowly, he pressed his lips to yours, the kiss more of a half hearted apology as he lingered there for a second, his lips still against yours. His mind reeled at the feeling, and he pulled away, a soft smile on his face as he slowly brought his hand down, hesitating before caressing your exhausted face slowly, spreading his own blood on your face.

He grinned.

“I look forward to our next battle.”

And he was gone.

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you collapsed.

[bobawitch]

Saving my Rebel (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Chapter 2

There you were, sitting in your living room with your little brother and your parents. Your dad flipped through the news while you listened to an old mix tape of yours. You only looked up when you noticed Eddie's uncle on the news. You threw your headset off, it landing on your shoulders. You read the title in disbelief, a dead girl was found in his trailer and Eddie was missing. Your mom sighed, setting down breakfast for you and your brother. 

"Poor girl... those cults just go for anyone nowadays." Your mom said as your brother jumped up and sat to eat. 

"He's not in a cult mom." I snapped. 

"How would you know?" Your dad interjected. 

"He's a regular at work. That's all." You covered your tracks before looking at the clock. 

You had a feeling some crazy people were going to go after Eddie so you had to make sure you found him first. You stood and gathered your things, muttering curses under your breath. 

"Shit shit im late!" 

You ran by your brother, messing up his hair, kissing your mom's cheek and yelling a bye before running out the door. 

You flipped your keys in your hand before starting your shabby old car and driving off. 

Now Eddie got into weed after he failed to graduate the second time but you didn't mind it much. He drove sober so you were ok with it. You smoked on occasion but only when your parents' fights got too loud. Even if it wasn't often you still knew a dealer since Eddie showed you off to him as his "metal friend." It made you laugh at the time but you remembered when Eddie said that his dealer was in prison. You knew where to look first. 

You pulled up a few blocks away and got out of your car, locking it and stuffing the keys into your pocket. You walked over to the seemingly abandoned house and walked past it, checking behind you often. You walked to the shed in the back and opened the door gently. 

"Eds? You here? It's me, it's (Y/N). I saw the news and wanted to make sure you were ok and st-" 

You were cut off as you walked around the shed when Eddie popped out and pushed you against the wall, holding a pocket knife to your neck. You took in a sharp breath but when he met your eyes he loosened grip on the knife, pulling it away and stepping back. 

"S-Sorry (Y/N) I'm a little spazzy..." 

Your tension eased and you sighed, running a hand around your neck gently. 

"Its ok Eds but what the fuck happened with that girl?" 

Eddie's eye contact abruptly ended as he looked around. He looked like a startled puppy that had just been kicked. You stepped closer, gently putting a hand on his cheek and directing his face to look at you. 

"Eds I don't think you killed that girl but you gotta tell me what happened." 

He searched your face in fear before leaning against your hand, sighing and nodding. 

"You aren't going to believe me..." 

"Try me." 

"She- She was over for some drugs... she was just stressed out i don't know... she didn't tell me why she needed shit so strong but I left to go get it and... and when I came back..." 

His voice cracked as you saw tears sting at his eyes. Your heart melted gently seeing him so distraught. 

"When I came back she was floating and- I tried! I tried to wake her up (Y/N)! Really I did!!" 

You gave a small comforting smile, rubbing your thumb against his cheek. 

"I know Eds I know" 

He broke eye contact and took a harsh swallow. 

"And then she went up on the ceiling... she uh... her arms... oh god-" 

He looked sickly pale and you hushed him, pulling him into a hug. It was mildly awkward since you were shorter than him but not too bad. Eddie clung to you, shaking as you rubbed his back. 

"Hey, hey it's ok. You didn't kill her, I know that. But you need some food dude.. Listen I have work later and I'll bring you some food and a drink and some weed ok? I'll stay here all night if you need me to." 

Eddie smiled, finally ending the hug and pushing your hair behind your ear. He nodded and whispered a thank you. 

"Of course, until then let's figure out some escape plans and some backup places to hide in case people find this place." 

He nodded and sat in the boat he popped out of. You stared at it before managing to get in and stabilize, sitting across from him. 

"The woods behind here are fairly thick so if only 1 person is chasing you can probably get to the lake before they can figure out the exact direction you're going in." 

Eddie nodded, still shaken but paying attention. 

"That's only if someone finds you. Since you're hiding in a dealer's place it should be safe to assume that he has some places to hide shit so I can look for something big enough for you to hide in. I say don't use the knife until you really really need to." 

Another nod from Eddie and you smiled, leaning over and patting his knee. 

"We can make up a code so you know it's me coming to visit you." 

His eyes sparkled and he sat up. 

"Can I make the code?" 

You giggled and nodded before looking at your watch. 

"Ok you can tell me the code when I come back after work but my parents probably think I'm off doing drugs so I gotta get home." 

A frown moved across Eddie's face and you tried to soothe him with a smile before you got up. You stumbled from the boat and waved at him before leaving, heading back to your car and going home.

previous chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/bobawitch/691661250138128384/saving-my-rebel-eddie-munson-x-reader?source=share

[glassartpeasants]

That ending was a stab on the heart from beginning to end I'm gonna steal bob 🏃🏾‍♀️

The One That Got Away

Shigaraki x GN!Reader

Warnings: Angst, cheating, death

A/N: Don’t threaten Bob

~~~

The bed felt different after that night.

2 months ago you had caught Shigaraki cheating on you with someone random woman. You stood in the doorway just watching, trying to find the words to say but nothing came out. It’s only when you dropped your groceries and your present to him is when he noticed your presence.

*flashback*

“Shit! (Y/N) it’s not what it looks like-” He tripped over his words. You said nothing as you just looked at him, knowing that no matter how much you loved him that there was nothing that could ever make you forget this.

“Fuck just say something!” You were still silent as you dropped the groceries you were holding. It just wasn’t clicking for you. How could he do this to you? what had you done wrong?

“What did I do wrong?” Your voice seemed to echo throughout the room. Nobody said anything. Until she spoke up.

“Oh my god, Im so sorry! I didn’t know he was taken! Please forgive me.” The girl spoke as she jumped outta bed and started putting her clothes on.

“It’s okay. I forgive you.” Those words spilled from your mouth before you could actually say anything you meant. The girl had hugged you before saying she was so sorry a final time. Flipping off Shiggy on the way out.

“(Y/N)...i promise we can talk about this.” You just kept looking at him. Those eyes seemed to burn into his soul. He doesn’t think you noticed the tears spilling from your eyes. He was about to say something to you but you started to walk towards him. Thinking he was gonna get hit he just stood still before feeling your part of the bed dip.

He turns around to see you laying there, eyes still open with tears rushing down your face, your clothes of the day still on your body.

Shigaraki tried to put his arms around you but you had hit his hands back. and used your feet to push him to the edge of the bed while you laid clung to the wall.

*flashback over*

Thinking back on it you don’t know why you didn’t just walk away. Maybe you were to tired from being busy and running errands for him all day? Did you want it to be a bad dream and hope to walk up to realize nothing ever happened? Whatever the reason was, you weren’t sure but a part of you wishes that you left that night.

Now you sit at the bar, sitting far away from what use to be your boyfriend, not even taking a glimpse of him and he knew it. You just sat in the corner drinking and looking on your phone until a familiar smell approached you. 

“Oh hey Dabi.”

“Hey there (Y/N), why aren’t you hanging out with crusty over there? He keeps staring at you and the tension in here could be cut with a knife. It’s been two months and apparently everyone said i should ask what's going on.”

“Im not going near him at the moment. We’re on a break per say.” this seemed to peak Dabi’s interest as he leaned closer.

“Oh? Did crusty do something?  Your secret's safe with me, i swear on my soul.” What did it matter if you told Dabi? He already doesn’t respect Shigaraki so why not, plus, so what if that fuck didn’t want anyone knowing, he shouldn’t have cheated when everyone else was sleeping in the base.

“Don’t tell anyone I told you but, 2 months ago I caught Shigaraki cheating on me...” You felt small tears prickle the corner of your eyes. Bringing your hand up to your face you rub it away, hoping to ignore the pain that was banging against your chest.

“What a dick, wanna make him pay?” You look up at Dabi who had a huge grin on his face. You thought about it for a good few seconds before shaking each others hand.

“Once Shigaraki goes out on that mission today, we’ll talk more.” Dabi said before getting up from his seat and grabbing a drink from the bar.

You didn’t know what Dabi had planned but you hoped it would bring Shigaraki the same pain you felt that fateful night 2 months ago.

~~~

You sat on the ground in Dabi’s room as he paced back in forth, coming up with revenge plans. All of them sucked or ended up with you guys might going to Jail.

“New plan, everytime Shigaraki wants to hang out tell him you had plans with me and leave the room. You can go somewhere and i’ll go somewhere with you. Effectively ditching him.” Thinking, you try to come up with all the pros and cons this proposal Dabi shared with you. But soon your hurt over ruled the logical side of you and you agreed to it not a moment later.

“Great! Now all we need is for Shigaraki to ask to hang out with you. Don’t know how long that’ll take though...”

“I usually ignore him after what happened but sometimes he asks to hang out with me whenever its a slow day at the base or if he’s bored.”

“ Well guess we have to wait tell then huh?” Nodding your head, you get up before putting a thumbs up in his direction. You walked out of his room and see Shigaraki sitting at the bar. He must have finished his mission early. You rolled your eyes before sitting on the other side of the bar counter. You could feel shigaraki look at you through father.

“Hey....”

“.....”

“Look im sorry, a-and i know that doesn’t excuse what I did but please-” You got up before he could finishing his sentence as you walked towards your shared bedroom. Going in there use to give you comfort but now everytime you step into that room you see that fateful night over and over again.

You sat on the bed before hearing Shigaraki’s footsteps coming towards the room. Furrowing your brows, you ignore him as you put your shoes on. You needed a little bit of fresh air so you were planning on going to the local park to relax a bit. You weren’t a villain like the rest of them, you were just a simple civilian. Not that you minded really. It was peaceful not fearing for your life everyday and having the fear of failure not on your shoulders.

You didn’t really have a quirk so you just ignored the questions when people asked you if you had one. 

“Can I talk to you?” You were dragged back to reality when Shigaraki’s voice rang through your ears. Annoyed you just answered hoping that the conversation would be short. 

“What do you want?” You voice was snappy and you could feel the venom dripping from it.

“I understand that your mad. And you have every right to be but your not even giving me a chance to redeem myself and-”

“Redeem yourself? Why the hell would I do that? YOU cheated on ME. LIke hell im gonna forgive you so easily.”

“It’s been two months! What happened was in the past!”

“It was in the past my ass. How would you like it to see your lover in bed with another?!”

“I-”

“I felt like my soul died that day. I thought I was your only one! Only to find out that you slept with her! Was she a one time thing or were there more hookups?!” You stood up from the bed as your fists turned white and your anger slowly erupting.

“.....”

“TELL ME DAMNIT!”

“Three...there were three different occasions...” Now the tears were kicking in. You were hoping that it wasn’t true. What if there was more and he was only saying three just to ease your heart?

“Why? Why would you do this to me? What did I do to deserve this?” Your questions were like knives stabbing into Shigaraki’s heart. He wanted to tell you the truth, but he didn’t want your heart to hurt more than it already was.

“Im not going to ask again Shigaraki. You either tell me the truth or I will walk out of this base and never come back.”

“The...the first time it was a drunk accident, the second time Dabi had brought her to the base and one thing led to another. The last one was the same as the second one.”

“Did...did Dabi know about the affair?” You were begging, no pleading for him not to have known. You didn’t know if your heart could take it.

“Yes...” That was it. That was the thing that broke you. Walking up to Shigaraki you pushed past him before flipping him off and saying one final line.

“I would rather die that ever be with you again.” And with that, you left the hideout. You speed walked through the alleys to get to you parked your car. Your friends house was pretty far and you didn’t feel like walking in the dead of night were criminal activity was more active. 

Getting in your car, you turn on the radio and start breaking down. Your tears were blurring your eyesight as you put the car in drive. 

The streets weren’t busy except for the occasion car with some college students. Or drunk people walking along the sidewalk. The sound of the radio blasting songs that were supposed to be happy barley brightened up your mood as you drove down the dark highways.

All of a sudden a bright light hit your eyes from the right side. Some fuck must have had their brights on. But you had the right away so you went. All of a sudden a huge crash rang through your ears and the world became dark.

~~~

A ring came from Shigaraki’s phone. Looking at the clock he noticed it to be 2am. Annoyed he just decided to answer it.

“Hello, this is (hospital name). You were listed under a emergency contact for (Y/N) (L/N).” Shigaraki jolted awake as his hands reached his neck, standing up and already begun to pace the floor of his room.

“Yes did something happen?!”

“At 12am tonight miss (Y/N) was in a car crash. A hit and run to be exact. Their car was totalled after it rolled about 3 times from the speed that the driver hit them. A bystander of the accident called 119. They were in need of surgery immediately once paramedics noticed that they were crushed and bleeding out quickly due to a shard of glass that was stabbed in their chest.”

“Are they okay?!” The doctor on the other end went silent.

“Im deeply sorry for your lost sir. They died during surgery trying to remove the glass that was lodged in their skin. The police are on the look for the suspect. if you wish to see them were on (blank street). Once again, im sorry for your loss. Goodnight sir.” The phone went silent as the doctor hung up. 

Everything seemed to stop as the feared villain feel to his knees. Tears fell from his eyes as his body shook. He realized that now it was impossible to even try. And the last words you had ever said were ‘ you’d rather die than ever be with him again.’ Crying into his hands as his tears made a puddle on the floor.

I guess you took your words seriously.

[daydreamingleclerc]

the man on your right (0.6) | mason mount

not my gif but choke me next time daddy <3

sorry this chapter has taken so long! i’m finally settled back in any uni and i put off writing this for a while until i solidified how i wanted this series to end (don’t worry, there’s a few more chapters left!) so yeah, i hope you all enjoy <333

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cloud nine was a feeling you hadn’t touched for a long time, not so much as even a little taste on the tip of your tongue, but after the events of last night, it felt pretty close.

you woke up that next morning filled with nothing but joy, like a child on christmas morning. it was juvenile, and you knew you must’ve sounded like such an idiot when you told zach and will, but he really liked you. this sort of thing didn’t happen to you, in your life — it was as normal as they come, a regular job living on regular salary. world famous footballers don’t whisk you away on perfect dates, slip up that they want a second date and then tell you they really like you. things like that just don’t happen.

he followed you on instagram that night, too. it caught some attention, stirred a few people up in your DM’s, but you taught fifteen year olds how to dance and you’d heard a hell of a lot worse. the sheer amount of people raking into his follower count was daunting, with almost four million people notching up the count as if it were nothing. luckily for you, though, there were no pictures of pretty girls in mykonos anywhere on his feed.

you woke up to several messages from aaliyah that morning, with one sent as an attachment from a website called sporting daily with an article titled ‘chelsea footballer mason mount looks smitten on date with a mystery woman’ and your heart sunk a bit. 

the knife of reality seemed to sting a little harder when you saw a picture of you and mason, holding hands and walking from the amusement complex to the restaurant. despite the fact that they were grainy, it was fairly obvious the pictures were of you the closer they zoomed. it was only a matter of time, that much was clear, but you didn’t intend on it being this early.

“miss y/l/n?” 

the sheer amount of school children bombarding you all morning was beginning to get unbearable. you could barely focus on your work as they walked past the dance hall and stuck their heads through the windows and doors like bystanders at the zoo. it was horrible not having the majority of your usual students around for the next few days, their residential had been extended until the weekend but you were required to come in for cover teacher duty. 

it wasn’t just students that were treating you differently, some of the teaching staff had caught wind of your escapade the night before, and had began looking at you as if you were damaged goods. 

“did you really sleep with that football player?” 

“excuse me, michael, who told you i slept with anybody?” 

the queue in the lunch hall was enough to drive you insane, and you regretted not just taking your car and zooming off into town for a bite. instead, now you were forced into a game of twenty questions with three year ten boys who had an unhealthy obsession with your love life. 

michael shrugged, “’s just what everyone’s saying about you, miss.” his tone was avoidant and standoffish, covering for friends who wouldn’t appreciate getting another detention with the headmaster at the end of the week because of a few little lies. if you weren’t the most likeable teacher in the school, perhaps you would’ve hunted down the source of the lie, but they were just having harmless fun. 

“well, i didn’t sleep with the football player,” you insisted, watching as more ears pricked up. michael bounced the basketball down to his feet as he stood in the lunch line next to you, “he just took me out for dinner, and we played bowling.” 

the ginger headed boy smirked, and bounced the ball between his legs once more. “did you win?” 

“of course,” you smiled. “kicked his ass.”

*

you arrived home to three messages from mason, all of which had been sent over a course of hours throughout the afternoon. you felt guilty, wanting to avoid your phone for a few hours so no one suspected what -- or who -- you were texting. 

mason i’m so sorry, you quipped, fingers moving painfully fast as you slammed the front door shut, i didn’t have my phone out for obvious reasons. is everything OK? 

do they know? have your students seen the pictures? 

so he understood your tone without words getting misconstrued, you called him, partially out of desperation so you could hear his voice, and partially because you didn’t want your sarcasm to come off as rude. “hi,” you chimed when he picked up after the third ring. voices were obvious in the background, and so as you flopped down onto the sofa, you pressed your other hand to your other ear so you could hear him better. 

“hey,” he chimed back.

“to answer your question, yes, the students have seen the pictures,” he sighed heavily as you spoke, unable to let you finish your sentence as he slid in with a reply.

“so i’m assuming this call is bad news.” 

“huh?” you asked, knitting your eyebrows together. 

“well, usually i get a phone call after being pictured out on dates and it’s always bad news,” he explained, shouting over the chants gently until you heard him snap at a few friends. the sadness in his voice was evident and you felt your heart break slightly. 

“i just thought that’s why you were calling.” 

“no, i, uh,” you panicked, chickening out of letting him know how much hell your students dragged you through today, despite needing a well needed release of pent up frustration. the bag of mason’s things you’d borrowed at the party sat on the edge of the coffee table, and you thanked yourself for being ditsy enough to forget them last night. 

“i actually called because i wanted to let you know that you still didn’t pick up your things last night.” 

he let out a breath, totally and fully relieved. with the other girls, when they texted him and told him that enough was enough, he didn’t care, but they weren’t you. if you did that to him he would’ve been devastated, heartbroken most probably. he’d only been on one date with you, and he’d forgotten what it felt like to be normal for so long that you made his world stop spinning, you made him feel normal just for one night. he’d never felt that way this early on about anyone before, not even liv. 

“oh, yeah, my clothes,” he laughed, stuttering and stammering over his words. you heard his name get called through the line, and it sounded important. “what time do you have your lunch break usually?” 

“twelve thirty, why?” 

“no reason,” you could hear the amusement in his voice, and he got shouted again. “just make sure you keep them in the backseat.” 

* 

you did as he asked, slipping the bag of clothes into your backseat on friday evening, but today was the following wednesday. you’d barely heard from him over the last few days, with only a brief phone call sunday evening apologising for the lack of communication. 

he told you chelsea had two games in four days one was played on sunday, a league game against wolves that he didn’t specify about too much, and the other was on tuesday evening, some sort of qualifier for a league they won a season prior. he was apologising profusely that sunday evening when he admitted the earliest he could see you would be late wednesday afternoon. you trusted his judgement because in all honesty you didn’t have the foggiest idea of what he was talking about. 

after admitting to zach and will that you wouldn’t be seeing one another for a few days, the pair had dragged you down to the pub on the corner of the street so the three of you could watch mason play his league game on the tuesday evening, the place quiet but with the odd table of men in royal blue chelsea shirts and other men and women who just came to watch. it was strange, you’d kissed the man, been on dates and completely destroyed him at a game of bowling, yet you’d never seen him play football until that moment.

“right, guys, please don’t forget to learn that choreography for friday’s lesson,” you shouted over the bell as it cut your lesson off rudely. you knew half of the class wasn’t listening, too stubborn for their own good. “if anyone needs any extra practice i’ll be around today and tomorrow from three o’clock until five thirty, okay? please make my time useful otherwise i’ll be dragged into helping doctor taylor do another one of his useless science experiments.”

“does the help apply to me?” 

you spun around from your place on the floor, finding a grinning mason, who was dressed in a black tracksuit combo, which as he took a step closer, looked very much like a training kit. he stepped aside so that some of the students could slide past, most of which not caring who he was. 

some loitered around, one gazing eye on the famous man in the doorway and one on their school shoe laces, trying to hover for just a second to see what they could take away and use as bait. a bright, toothy smile fell upon your face. 

“mason, hi,” you blushed when he met you in the middle, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. some students were already forming at the windows at the opposite side of the dance hall, and you waved goodbye to the remaining students that saw his lips touch your face first hand. “what’re you doing here?” 

the orange visitors lanyard clashed with the yellow on his jacket, and you couldn’t help but look. he held out a carrier bag full of food, and smiled at you widely. his facial hair had started growing back after he shaved it during your phon call on sunday evening against your advice. “i thought we could go for lunch in holland park,” he smiled, and you glanced up at the big clock above the mirrors, “i know it’s a bit of a walk but i--” 

“--no, mase, it’s perfect,” you kissed his cheek now, returning the favour, “i have a free period until i’m covering an english lesson at two.” he watched as you pulled a pair of cosy looking leggings up over your gym shorts and wrapped yourself up in a big, beige puffer coat and a plaid scarf.

the pair of you found a quiet spot in the kyoto garden, a small trickle of water making its way down the rock faces and into the pond, a peaceful little scene considering the last few days the pair of you have had. you exchanged bags when you got into the car -- he’d handed you the food bag while you’d handed him his things to dump into his expensive fendi leather rucksack. 

“does this count as a second date?” 

your voice lulled him out of a daze while he watched the water, and you couldn’t help but admire his beauty as he sat facing it, a half eaten apple in his hand. 

“hm?” he asked, turning his attention to you. you picked the last pineapple chunk out of it’s plastic containment, and laughed.

“is this our second date?” 

“do you want it to be our second date?” 

he raised an eyebrow and watched as you sat in front of him with a smirk on your face. you nudged him with your shoulder, and he couldn’t deny how much he’d missed that expression. a blush made its way across his face, “i asked my question first,” you teased, snatching the apple from his hand to take a bite. 

“well, uh,” he scratched the back of his head, and laughed, “yeah, i suppose it is.” 

you were the one blushing now, all flustered and red like a schoolgirl. he took the apple back from you, and admired how you looked in the late november sunlight, hair pushed back into the sleekest messy bun he’d ever seen, and a thin line of sweat still glistening over your face, making you look angelic. “i meant what i said, the other day,” he spoke up although his voice was being slightly drowned out by the water, “i do really like you.” 

“i know,” you smiled. it was a soft and tender moment, your hand outstretched to caress his cheek, and his lips pressed soft kisses against the palm of your hand. you leaned in slightly, lips catching in a moment of pure bliss and adrenaline, only for a second before you pulled away. although you were hesitant to admit your feelings to him in such an open and vulnerable setting, he knew you felt the same. he could feel it radiating off of you.

“why don’t you come over for dinner this week?” 

his face lit up at your proposal, as if he’d been waiting for the silence to be filled by something other than trickling water. “i’ll cook for you, as a thank you for buying me dinner and lunch, and you could meet zach and will, we could watch a movie - whatever you want,” you smiled, and as his hand squeezed yours electricity buzzed between you.

“y’know, i could just bring you breakfast tomorrow morning and then i’ll have the golden trio.” 

“mason,” you scowled, pinching his wrist between two fingers, and he laughed at your seriousness, “please let me cook for you, i owe it to you, and you don’t need to buy me breakfast.” 

he leaned over and stole a quick kiss from your lips, pondering over what his schedule looked like for the next few days. “how does seven o’clock on saturday night sound?” 

“absolutely perfect.”

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bang chan - safe

Pairing: Mafia leader!Bang Chan x Reader | Genre: mafia, angst & fluff | Warnings: mentions of a break in, fighting, mafia themes | WC: 1.6k

Request: Bang Chan mafia leader where you and Chan are having a night in when he hears someone downstairs and goes to check it out and calling for backup when he hears you scream upstairs bc one of the attackers had you !! Your got7 mafia fic was amazing

Safety and security was the one thing Chan always promised you. He wanted to keep you safe at all costs. You had put all your trust in him that he would keep his word. Being a small town girl you really had no idea about the inner and outer workings of the mafia. For a while there, you truly believed that things like that were all fairy tales and stories parents would tell their kids to warn them off of the idea of gangs and such.

When you met Chan that had quickly faded. Even then he had kept you safe, you were just an innocent passer-by. You had moved to the big city to land a good job and make money for your family. You hadn’t expected to walk—quite literally—into the crossfire of Chan’s group and another group. One of the men from the other group had grabbed you, pressing the head of his gun into your temple.

You were trembling and Chan could sense that, within seconds he had stood up. He may be a mafia leader, but he never harmed someone who was innocent. Especially a girl as cute as you. He had shot the man in the centre of his head without hesitation. Of course he didn’t miss; he never did. You had fallen to your knees in horror, trembling and shaking with nerves and disbelief at what just unfolded in front of you.

Chan, being your knight in shining armor, took you back to their base and helped calm you down after reassuring you that he only wanted to help protect you and that he or his team weren’t going to hurt you. You two started talking more and more and outside of his work, he was just a normal boy also finding his way in the world. It didn’t take long before you two started dating and he had always kept his word. He was to always keep you safe. You never had to look over your shoulder or fear that you’d be snatched when you were on your own.

Tonight though you had asked Chan for a night in. All you wanted to do was eat junk food and watch movies while you cuddled with him. A typically normal boyfriend-girlfriend thing to do. He had happily agreed and you two were sat with a tub of ice cream between you as you intensely focused on the Disney movie playing on the screen. You were so focused you almost missed the sound of glass breaking. Almost.

Of course Chan had heard it. He always seemed to be on high alert 24/7. You couldn’t blame him though.  His career path was more dangerous than most and he couldn’t afford to be caught off guard, but that’s exactly what was happening right now. He had sent everyone home for the night, wanting to just spend time with you.  

“Stay here and have Hyunjin ready on speed dial,” Chan told you.

You nodded, quickly pulling out your phone as Chan seemed to whip a small handgun out of nowhere. That was something that took you some time to get used too. Weapons of any kind just randomly hidden around the large home. Chan slowly opened the bedroom door before looking back over his shoulder at you. 

“Don’t leave this room or open the door for anyone. I’ll come back for you,” You gulped at his words before nodding, feeling the anxiety start to take over you.

Chan quietly closed the door and you quickly stood up to lock it. You hadn’t noticed with your shaking hands that you had pressed Hyunjin’s contact and were currently connected to him. You heard someone saying hello and scrambled for your phone.  

“Hyunjin! Hi! Sorry, we heard glass breaking downstairs and Chan wanted me to—HEY!”

You whipped your head around as someone plucked your phone from your ear. You did not like being interrupted in the middle of a conversation. When you had a knife aimed at your throat though, you couldn’t complain too much. The man was significantly larger than you. You had never seen him before but with the crazed grin on his face, you were happy this was your first meeting, and last.

Being the girlfriend of a mafia leader didn’t leave you completely defenceless. You knew how to defend yourself if you ever had too, you had just hoped you would never have too. You eyed the man in front of you, the glint of the metal blade hitting off the light which caused you to gulp, trying to understand how the hell you were going to knock that out of his hand without getting cut.

“Sorry, pretty girl,” The stranger cooed and you swallowed down bile, “You’re going to have to come with me,” You stood up slowly, never taking your gaze off the blade. 

You briefly met the man’s gaze and clicked your tongue, “I don’t think so. You’re not really my type,” You could visibly see the man startle at your response. He obviously thought you were going to be an easy target.

“Then I guess you’ll just have to die here with your pretty boyfriend.” He remarked that you could only scoff in response as you rolled your eyes.

“That’s not really an option either,” The man looked very confused at the small figure that was talking back to him. He wasn’t here to play games though. His orders were clear. Either he brought you back with him alive or killed you there. He made his move and you quickly ducked down, thankfully Minho had taught you a few little tricks with examining one's movements.

You moved, yet not quick enough that the blade grazed your shoulder. You hissed in pain and turned to narrow your eyes at the man in front of you. He looked shocked, yet again, that you were putting up a fight. He growled, coming towards you again and you didn’t get as lucky. His knife cut into your hand as you grabbed for the blade which resulted in a hiss from you due to the pain, jumping back and that’s when he wrapped his arm around your neck.

“CHAN!” You screamed as loud as you could. You were so pent up on adrenaline you hadn’t heard anything that was going on downstairs. Now, your ears were open and you could hear banging and grunting coming from down there. You had only hoped Hyunjin was smart enough to know he should bring the others.

Thankfully, you’re assumption that Hyunjin was smart because a few seconds after you screamed, the bedroom door was kicked open by none other than Changbin with Chan hot on his heels. You were struggling against the man’s hold in hopes to wiggle out.  

“Let. Her. Go,” Chan looked deadly and Changbin’s glare was no better. You were close with all the boys, but Changbin was probably one you were closest to besides Chan.

“Sorry, pretty boy, I have orders so she’s coming with me,” You felt something press against your neck and you groaned, finally letting your hands fall.  

“I can’t believe this is happening again!” Everyone around you seemed pretty shocked at your words.  Here you were, on the brink of being kidnapped or dead and you were making comments like that?

You heard the click of Chan’s gun being cocked and closed your eyes. You had seen the very quick flash of silver hair outside the window, signalling that it was Felix. You weren’t the one dying today at least. It was going to be the barbarian that still had his hands on you.  

“Last chance,” Chan stated firmly, “Let. Her. Go,” Chan’s voice was dripping with venom and his grip on the handle of the gun was iron tight.

The man only laughed and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You inhaled a large breath and drew your elbow, swinging back as hard as you could. It was enough to surprise him and loosen his grip, which helped you to promptly slip away and scurry towards Chan. He saw the blood on your shoulder and the cut on your hand. His eyes darkened as he turned back to the intruder.

However, before he could pull the trigger, Felix graciously crashed through the window and tackled him. His hands were bound behind his back before he could even understand what had happened. You only smirked at the man as Chan ordered for him to be brought back to their base.  

“I told you I wasn’t dying today, pretty boy,” You spat the words out and it seemed to anger the man but there wasn’t much he could do as he laid on the floor and hogtied.

Chan sighed as Changbin and Felix carried him out. He turned to you with a worried smile, immediately inspecting your hand, “I’ll come with you and let Minho patch it up. But I’m fine, Chan. Really. See?” You held his hand to your heart so he could feel it beating, “I’m right here, I’m breathing and I’m alive. Now let’s go! We just got this carpet and now my hand is dripping blood all over it.”

Chan could only chuckle as he gently guided you out the bedroom door and down to the car. Once he made sure you were safely settled in, he backed out and started driving.

“Are you really okay?” He asked after a few minutes of silence. You smiled and nodded at him then puckered your lips together before looking back out the window.

“Felix is going to owe us a new window by the way. That wasn’t cheap.”

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Could you write something based on this prompt Dick x reader! villain "I hope we never get to see each other again."

Dangerous People

Pairing: Dick Grayson as Nightwing x Reader

Warnings: Sexual assault and miscarriage. Extremely sensitive themes here, please don't read if you are triggered by such topics.

Word Count: 1.8K

Dick used to think the most dangerous people were the ones who had no morals. The people who did the dirtiest of things and had no way of redemption because there's a piece of stone where their heart should be.

He had seen it a million times over when he was Robin and then Nightwing. It had been that kind of person who took away his parents and he would learn it was the very same kind that took yours.

Detective Grayson met you one rainy night in November when you were brought into the police station in Bludhaven, cold and shivering. Tears were pouring down your face and you looked sick.

He would later come to find that night that your parents were killed by a man named Black. You told him all that you could, insisting that it was him and that they should arrest him.

As much as Dick wanted to, he couldn't just pick up a man and put him behind bars, not without evidence. Although he did promise that he would try his best to put him away. Dick could see the comfort that his words brought you.

The night he met you was also the night he slept with you. Not sex. Just sleep.

He had offered to drive you back home but you just shook your head in tears, saying that you couldn't go back home where your parents had just been murdered. And that you didn't have any money to stay at a hotel.

It was no secret that Dick had a bleeding heart, so when he saw your red and puffy eyes staring up at him, he quickly offered up his apartment for you to sleep in that night.

He took you home, and made you take a nice, hot shower before bundling you up in his spare clothes and letting you take the bed.

You repaid him the next morning by cooking him breakfast.

Thus, began the start of a beautiful relationship.

You panted, breath stuttering in your chest as Dick trailed kisses down your neck. Your fingers were carding through his hair, twitching and tugging at the roots every time his teeth grazed your sweet spot.

He held your hips to his body with a tight grip. He met your lips again with an open-mouthed kiss that swallowed your moans when his hands cupped your chest.

"I'm crazy about you..." Dick whispered underneath his breath when you cupped his cheeks. Your eyes fluttered open to see him watching you with deep blue eyes. You knew what he wanted to say, you felt it.

You kissed him again, slow and soft, conveying everything you could possibly be feeling.

"I love you too."

Falling for you made Dick want to capture Black even more. He knew of the kind of trauma that followed you throughout your life unless you got the closure you needed, so he poured his heart out into finding the man who robbed you of your family in one night.

But he was good, scary good. There was no evidence. No fingerprints, no DNA samples. No witnesses, other than you. But that wasn't enough.

He had known just how to avoid all the cameras and had left the weapon at the scene of the crime, a knife from your kitchen.

Dick felt helpless, he wanted so badly to be able to find this man and arrest him for your sake. He felt like a failure every time he would see the look of disappointment on your face when he said there were no leads.

So, he decided to go into his background. Black, a man who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He was a shareholder of your parents’ company and Dick wondered if there was something behind the scenes that made him want to kill your mother and father.

But none of it made sense, according to the contracts that each of them signed, in the case of a death then there was no possible way for him to get his hands on your parents’ shares. It was already enlisted to you. And Black had known about it.

So why try and murder your parents when it wouldn't have benefitted him in any way. Could it have been out of anger? In the spur of the moment? No, everything looked too well planned for that.

It was then he got a call from another detective. They got an anonymous tip that there was evidence found at the scene. He immediately went over there only to realize there was something wrong.

The footprints were even, too even. It was unusual that there was equal pressure at all parts of his sole. The cigarette lighter underneath the table was empty.

He had been so sure that he had looked over the place so carefully. How could he have missed the obvious footprint in the carpet and the lighter under the table?

It was then his partner mused that the evidence was fabricated and that Black wasn't the real culprit. That someone was trying to frame him.

And then everything made sense.

***

Dick’s heart pounded in his ears as he ran. Never in his life did the Nightwing suit ever feel so strained against his body. He felt like his chest was being compressed and each breath was harder and harder to take. Still, he pumped his legs until they ached painfully as he ran faster to you.

His head throbbed against his skull with the information he just learnt.

His eyes skimmed over all the words in your file and his heart rate picked up. He couldn't believe there had been so much information that he had overlooked before, simply trusting your words.

It was such an amateur move that he was surprised with himself. How could he have trusted you so blindly without verifying it?

As he read the file, his heart began clenching in his chest. With each word it was getting harder to breath.

You were the victim of a sexual crime case, that was left incomplete, the name of the suspect was censored. The next paper was another case, you were the victim of a planned mugging, it stated that you sustained injuries. The one after that was a medical report, a miscarriage.

Everything started making sense. The puzzle pieces started fitting in his head. The name of your assaulter was censored because he was a major shareholder of the company and partners with your parents. The mugging was planned so that you couldn't get a paternal test done.

Your parents and Black conspired against you. They made you hold their burdens so that their sins wouldn't be revealed.

When he got home to find the door wide open, his blood froze in his veins. He rushed through the apartment to find that it was empty, you had left in a hurry. He needed to find you, especially when he realized one thing.

His Glock was missing.

Dick swallowed roughly when he saw you, jumping across the roof until he was only one building away from you.

“(Y/N) don’t do it!” He shouted, as if you would actually listen but he still bounded across the gap between you, hand coming to wrap around the gun you were holding to deflect the shot against the ground.

The sound resonated through the area and his ears began ringing but he paid no heed, quickly disarming you and throwing away the gun in your hand. You struggled in his grip, screaming and kicking at him before you resorted to roughly elbow him in the face.

He let go of you, feeling pain and stumbling back but made sure that to get to the gun you’re have to go through him first.

You were new at this, you didn’t bother to assess the situation or even try to combat him again before you were lurching for the gun that lay abandoned at his feet and he tackled you, trying to stop your struggling as you rolled around on the rough concrete of the roof.

“(Y/N) wait!”

“No!” You screamed, voice thick with tears, “No more waiting! That monster doesn’t deserve to live for even a second longer!”

You thrashed in his grip, reaching for the gun again and he grabbed your leg, dragging you back before you could wrap your fingers around it.

"Please! Just stop and listen for a second! For me!" He pleaded but you started sobbing when he pinned you down and you realized you couldn't move.

When you looked up at him with tears in your eyes, he couldn't help his own that began falling from his eyes.

"You know what he did to me. You know what they did!" You cried, "So, why are you stopping me?!"

"It isn't right, (Y/N). You can't do this! If you do then you're just as bad as them." His grip on your wrists got tighter, as if scared you would try to pull away again.

"It's too late for me." You told him, "My parents are already dead. I did it."

He knew that. But he wished he didn't have to hear it. You made a mistake, a decision, that couldn't be reversed. And you would have to live with it for the rest of the life.

"I'll let you go." He whispered. He knew what he was doing was wrong, he knew that he was going against his morals but still, he couldn't be the one to take you to prison.

You immediately stopped squirming, shocked, and you looked up at him with wide eyes. Your heart pounded in your chest; he was willing to let you go? After everything you did you him?

He pulled away, not moving from his place on the floor. Dick looked at you one last time and your throat closed at the sight of his heartbroken gaze.

"I hope we never get to see each other again." He choked out, voice strained and you screwed your eyes shut to keep yourself from crying.

You wanted to tell him that you loved him, one last time, but you knew that wasn't what he wanted to hear. You weren't going to disappoint him one more time that night.

"Good bye." You whispered, turning around and leaving. It would be the last time Dick would ever see you.

It was that night that Dick realized that the most dangerous people were those who had nothing left to lose. And his heart would break even more when he realized that you never considered him yours to lose.

He never even got to tell you he loved you.

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Can u write "Shoving each other into the bedroom, only to pull away momentarily when you bump into some furniture and hear something crash to the ground" pretty please 😊?

Sure anon!

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x gn!Reader

Warnings: knife, stab you know the usual Mimi violence idk why I prefer knives to guns don't ask

The past few months your life had been playing out like a rom-com and one of those ones with the frustratingly slow-burn relationship. The culprit of your sore and confused heart in more ways than one was your co-worker, Aaron Hotchner. He was the Unit Chief of the Behavioural Analysis Unit and you were the Section Chief's right-hand who unfortunately some saw as only an assistant, but you rotated in the field with the different units he oversaw.

And that sore heart, well you didn't miss those glances he sent you, the way he'd place his hand on your arm when you were sharing a theory, or giving input.

After the last case, your heart was sore, literally at that. Somehow the unsub had managed to defy all your expectations and came right for you, the one agent behind the police tape not wearing a vest, with a knife and before you could pull out your gun he hit you right under your arm, between ribs, a lucky stab.

You didn't know who had pulled the trigger on him, but you recognized Aaron's arms as they wrapped around you before you fell to the ground.

Reaching for the knife, Aaron stopped you with a gentle hush.

"No, no, don't take it out, we need to get you to a hospital,"

You took a deep shaky breath and nodded your head and let him lead you to an ambulance. He sat with you the entire ride holding your hand and assuring you that despite the mind-numbing pain of having a knife lodged in your side, you'd be okay.

That's how he ended up next to you outside the door to your apartment.

"You didn't have to drive me, Aaron," you told him.

"I felt bad," he admitted. "We should have given you a vest, you would have been fine,"

"Well, I'm almost all healed up now, I'll be alright,"

He pressed his lips in a thin line and leaned forward to open the door for you, you could feel his breath on your ear and you hesitantly turned your head as he did the same thing.

And before you could even register what was happening, your lips were on his and he was pushing you into the apartment.

He closed the door with a light kick and you both stumbled through the living room, before swinging the door open to your bedroom, his lips still latched onto yours, until you bumped into your dresser, sending various books and files piled on top to the ground.

You both paused for a moment, heavy breathing and looking at the mess you had caused.

"Clean it up later?" you suggested.

"Yeah, later seems good," he nodded.

Needless to say, the books and files were eventually gathered, but not until much, much later.

[pollyrepents]

love will make us

Warnings: John changes a diaper (puts on a show about it) and references sex.

Summary: making the most of the mundane with your gangster husband

Word Count: 2.5k of blatant favoritism

A/N: part two to the love language series! Quality time! i love john shelby! No real moment in time this is set, john’s still kicking. the teething moment is inspired by @hb-writes​ ‘s fic The Baby Whisperer 

Arthur | Tommy | Ada | Finn | Polly 

“Come sleep with me: We won't make Love, Love will make us.”

― Julio Cortázar

You listened to the baby in your arms babble to herself, her own incoherent language making her fall into a fit of giggles. You paced the floor for what felt like the hundredth time that evening and she kicked her legs, her attention turned to the stuffed bunny she had thrown to the floor.

 “Is that it? Is this what you want?” You inquired, bending down to grab the toy. She immediately pulled it to her mouth, her nose wrinkling as she bit down on the fabric as hard as a teething baby could. You brushed down her curls, cooing as she pressed her face against your chest. “I know, sweet girl.  Daddy’s going to be home soon and he’ll have the syrup that’ll make it all better.” You promised, smiling as her mumbling renewed around the soft fabric of the toy, gums rubbing against it.

 She began to whimper and you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, the telltale sign of her nose scrunching up allowing you a moment to brace yourself for the noise. She began to cry again, her head thrown against your shoulder in a dramatic display of her discomfort. You sighed and started to rock in place, thankful that her siblings had evacuated the house to play with the other children in the lane. A house full of Shelby’s who could talk and walk was chaos enough, the tribulation that came along with teething would only drive complaints. Even your ever patient and curious Katie had had enough, wrinkling her nose at her little sister and shaking her head when you asked if she wanted to hold her to help her calm down.

The heavy front door swung open, thudding against the wall loudly before slamming shut. You peeked around the wall, the sight of John shrugging off his coat as he made his way toward you filling you with gratitude.

He leaned down to press a quick kiss to your cheek as he passed, making his way to the kitchen. “Why’s my girl making all that noise,eh? I can hear her out on the lane.”

“You gave her those Shelby lungs. She’s using them” You rubbed her back in soothing circles, bouncing her softly. “You missed her giggling. She was laughing up a storm by herself.” You glanced up at John’s peaked cap and he swiftly removed it, tucking it into his back pocket. “I think waiting for the teeth has made her delirious. She’s gone absolutely silly.”

“Have they?” He leaned down and narrowed his eyes at the whimpering baby, his own smile threatening to break his serious demeanor. “They made you silly, did they?”

She hiccupped, hiding her warm face against your neck.

“They’ve made me delirious.” You tutted, running a fingertip lightly down her spine. “Up at the crack of dawn and she hasn’t been down for a moment since. The moment you left her bum was sitting up in that bassinet, just waiting.”

“Let me see them then, pretty. Let’s have a look at the teeth causing all this trouble.” He tipped her chin back, gently pushing her cheeks together with his index finger and thumb. The chubby legs against your stomach began to kick excitedly and she began to giggle, her nose scrunching up. John cooed and inspected her dribbling mouth, laughing at the tiny snort that left the child.

“She’s really lost it.” John agreed, fingers tickling at her neck. “No teeth and all that noise about it.”

“Linda says when she was waiting on Billy’s teeth a little bit of syrup helped her.” You rose an eyebrow, using your free hand to reach into his pocket.

“But there’s nothin’ in there yet.” He pulled the baby up under her arms, covering her cheeks in stubbly kisses. “My girl ought to be out there running with her brothers and sisters.” He bounced her on his hip and she gripped his pinstriped shirt, squealing happily. “All that noise can keep them in check.”

“Try and put her down for a nap.” You stretched your sore arms, feeling the slight burn from being in motion for so long. “She’ll be a riot during dinner if she doesn’t get her nap in.”

“When is she not a riot?” John stretched her above his head, grinning as she began to babble downwards toward him. She spotted you, squealing and squirming in his hand with renewed vigor 

“John, not so high.” You scolded, patting his side in passing. “You better have that damn syrup somewhere.”

“Coat pocket. Straight from Polly Gray. She sends her best.” He affirmed, holding the baby eye level. His eyebrows pinched together and he pressed his nose to her round belly and sniffed, pulling back“Oi!”

“What, John?” You made a face, trying to measure out the thick syrup on a teaspoon spoon. “You’re going to make me spill-”

“She took a fuckin shit.”

“Babies do that.” You nodded, intensely focused on the spoon. “All day.”

“You need to-”

“I’ve been changing her all day.” You tried not to smile, seeing John’s face of disgust from the corner of your eye. “You’re holding her, your turn.”

“I just got home!”

“And I just gave her to you. 

John scoffed, “You knew she shit already!”

“I didn’t, I swear!” You laughed lightly. “Bring her here, she needs the syrup.”

“Syrup and a nappy change.” He scoffed, trying to hand the baby off. You took a step back, trying to spoon the syrup into the child’s mouth from a distance. She let out a whine and John quickly pulled her close, pressing his thumb against her chin to keep her mouth shut. She scrunched up her nose and the two of you watched her carefully. As soon as she let out a sharp cry you dropped the spoon into the sink and took a few steps back, smiling at John.

“You can at least fucking hold her down while I change her then.” He grumbled, his lips against the crown of her head. “Wild little thing, she is.”

“Deal.”

“Go get set up a nappy, then.” He glared at you, trying to hide his smile in your daughter’s hair. As you passed him his hand left the baby’s back and swatted your behind.

“John!” You yelped, rubbing at your backside. “You’re so heavy fucking handed!”

“Never complained before.”

“You’re holding our baby!” You tried your best attempt at a scowl as he began to ready your daughter for changing. You pulled her changing blanket over the dresser, placing a hand over her belly when John laid her down on her back.

She looked up at you, already whimpering and trying to turn onto her belly so she could crawl away. You cooed softly, turning her back onto her back and leaning down to kiss her freckled nose. “I know, daddy’s so slow, my love.”

“If mummy has a problem she can change your smelly arse herself.” John gagged dramatically as he folded up the dirty nappy, holding your daughter’s kicking legs down with one hand as she attempted her routine grand escape. “For fuck’s sake-”

“She’s a baby. This is torture for her.” You covered her ears, pouting at her as she hiccupped while he wiped. “How was work?”

“Fine.” He took a deep breath before leaning back down to pull a new nappy from the drawers. “Long. Busy. Stop moving, you. Not making it easier on yourself.”He pinned her nappy back in place, fingers scribbling lightly at her bare stomach. She erupted into high pitched giggles, kicking chubby feet at her father. “What did you do all day? Miss me?”

“Never.” You rebuttoned the baby’s onesie before John scooped her up to hold her close. “Some reading and chores. I should have gotten dinner started when the troops went out, but someone-” You pinched the baby’s cheek lightly and she pressed herself against John, suddenly shy. “Kept me occupied.”

“Can’t blame her for that.” John walked into the kitchen, already starting to put pans on the counter. “I’d want to be on you every chance I got too.” He adjusted the child in his arms and walked over to the bassinet in the living room. He settled her down and you watched fondly, only catching the end of what he mumbled to her.

“Put up a fight in there, eh.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her head before standing up. “Mummy and I have mummy and daddy things to do.”

You couldn’t help a laugh as he waggled his eyebrows, making his way toward you.

“Dinner, John.” You reminded, quirking your own eyebrow.

“But I’ve been away all day.” He protested.

“So have the kids.I sent them out after lunch..” You turned toward the counter, beginning to wash the vegetables that needed to be rinsed and skinned. “I bet they’ll have an appetite when they get back.”

“But I’ve been away from you all day.” His warm breath tickled your skin as he leaned down slightly to kiss along the skin of your neck.

“You have,” Your fingers gripped the carrot, dragging the knife downward toward the counter and pulling up the skin. “I worked up an appetite.”

“Doin what? Waiting on me to get home?” His voice was teetering on the roughness you loved, low and rumbling out of his chest against your back.

You turned toward him, lips just brushing his as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You leaned in, taking his ear lobe between your teeth for a brief second before whispering, “cleaning your teething daughter’s shitty nappies.”

John pulled away from you, unamused.

“Grab some potatoes, and get to cooking, Mr Shelby.” You chopped the narrow end off of the carrot, smiling at your handiwork.

The quieter moments came when the kids were in bed, on the couch.

Whiskey and John and heat, his heavy head on your lap. He read aloud the same book you read to the kids, a preview to make sure nothing in the next chapter was too scary. Your eyes attempted to focus on the newspaper on the arm of the couch beside you, fingers absentmindedly carding through his cropped hair.

“I have never seen him. But I spoke to him as he sat behind his screen and gave him your message. He said he will grant you an audience, if you so desire; but each one of you must enter his presence alone, and he will admit but one each day.” John cleared his throat as your fingers paused, blue eyes flicking away from the novel in his hands. You looked down at him and smiled slightly, beginning your ministrations again. “Therefore, as you must remain in the Palace for several days, I will have you shown to rooms where you may rest in comfort after your journey.”

“It sounds like your fucking brother.” You muttered, eyes on the day’s printed paper before you.

“No it doesn’t.” John’s eyes closed momentarily, finger saving his spot in the book.

“Sure it does.” You scratched at his scalp in slow circles. “We wait and wait and hope he’ll have some news that won’t kill you. That won’t put a bullet in you.”

“What do you want me to tell him, eh? My woman doesn’t want me doing the hard stuff anymore?” He made a move to sit up and you pressed your palm to the middle of his chest, stopping his movement.

“Your woman wants you to be okay.” You briefly tugged his hair once, sharply, making him look up at you.  “He keeps tapping into that temper of yours and I think it’ll kill you.”

“Nothing’s happening to me yet.” His hand lifted to squeeze your side gently, his hands heavy against the fabric of your nightdress. “I’m not going first. I’ll live forever, I think.”

“I’ll kill Tommy if I have to.” You began rubbing his scalp again. “If it means you do live forever.”

“The little ones will run circles around you tomorrow.” John sat up, rubbing a hand over his own hair. His tone was sharper now, the conversation over with.  “maybe we should go to bed.”

“They won’t, because you’ll be home.” You fingered the page of the paper. “Because it’s your daughter’s birthday.”

 “Fuck.” He rubbed his hand over his face, looking at you with tired eyes in the warm light of the fire. “Alright, c’mon.”

 “I’m still reading the paper-”You pulled your legs up onto the couch as John’s arm looped under your knees, attempting to stop him. “John-”

“Don’t start your hollering, you’ll wake the fuckin kids.” He grunted. He stood up, lifting you into his arms bridal style. He tightened his grip the moment you began to slip and clicked his tongue at you. “Enough, Y/N, let me-”

 “Your bones are creaking, old man!” You tried to get down, afraid of John dropping you or hurting himself. “John, you’ll pull something-”

“Yup, so stop making it fucking hard.” He grumbled, his voice slightly strained. He leaned down slightly so you could reach the table, nodding toward the whiskey bottle and the discarded novel. “Grab em, will you.”

“God forbid John Shelby go without his whiskey-watch it!” You yelped as he dropped you rather ungracefully on the bed, tucking your tight curls behind your ear.

“With my wife comes my whiskey.” He uncorked the bottle, taking a sip and handing it off to you again. John stripped himself of his trousers and button down, leaving him in boxers and an undershirt. He nodded toward the book again, digging around the bedside drawer.

“Don’t smoke in bed.” You reprimanded, knowing there was no use most of the time.

“Start reading, then.” He tossed his lighter back into the drawer and the corner of your lip turned upwards at your small victory. “Give me something to do.”

You squinted at the page, the letters out of focus and small. John reached his hand out, your thin framed glasses in his palm.

You began to protest, “I can see just fine! I don’t need- 

“Just put the fuckin things on, please.” He tossed them in your lap and came to lie down beside you. “You’ll give yourself a headache.”

“Fine.” You shoved the frames onto your nose, batting John’s hand away as he reached out to pinch your cheek.

“You look so sweet like that.” he cooed. “Like a sweet old teacher. I’d be sweet on you.”

You scoffed, eyes scanning the page.“Prick.”

“Maybe if you ask nice.” John smirked beside you, tugging you down by your waist to rest against his chest.

He pressed a kiss to the pulse point behind your ear, nuzzling his stubbly cheek and chin against your skin.

“Alright-I found it!” You giggled, bringing your shoulder up to block him. You elbowed him in the side and he snorted. “Behave-and listen! I want to make sure this book won’t scare Sarah and Katie.”

You cleared your throat, shifting your position so you were leaned against him, the book visible to both of you. He pulled the covers up, tucking them in around your waist as you began to read, “Thank you,’ replied the girl ‘that is very kind of Oz.”

[lowkey-lokis-bitch]

play fighting - loki

word count - 427 a lil drabble for you

pairing - loki x reader

a/n - did you miss me? ;)

You kicked his leg out from underneath him, sending him falling to the ground. Standing quickly, you corrected your stance, preparing for his retaliation. His blue eyes glanced up at you through long lashes before he struck out his foot, hooking it behind your knee and pulling you down on top of him. You slipped your knife out of its sheath a split-second before you landed, positioning it at his neck. Breaths echoed around the room as your eyes met his, smirking as you watched him spot the blade at his throat. He matched your smile as you felt a tap at your waist, and glimpsing down you noticed his own weapon at the perfect position to puncture a major artery.

Frustrated, you twisted your head away and sat back on your knees before standing. Loki leaned up on his elbows, giving you his signature smirk. You huffed and stroked a stray piece of hair back behind your ear before signalling him to stand.

“Again darling? I thought I would have tired you out by now,” he got to his feet and held his hands out, presenting himself to you.

“I was off balance, you got lucky,” you flipped your knife around your hand before sheathing it again, holding your arms up in a defensive position.

Loki mirrored your actions before lunging towards you, striking towards your arm with his own. You blocked him before spinning and driving your hand into his chest, knocking him back a step. Not waiting for him to regain his balance, you pounced and collided with him, knocking him straight onto his back. As he fell, he grabbed your wrist, finding leverage to twist you so you landed first with him on top. You let out a grunt as your body impacted on the floor, your bones creaking with the collision.

Looking up at him, the first thing you noticed was his god-damn smirk. You shoved on his shoulders, causing his smile to turn into a frown. You shoved again, harder this time, and he slipped off of you, sitting beside your sore body. You stood quickly, slightly faltering as your knees gave way for a split-second, and trudged towards the door of the training room.

“My love?” Loki called out behind you.

“I’m just frustrated,” you spoke, loud enough for him to hear. “You better get your ass home before I get there so I can take it out on you.” You twirled, winking at him before turning back to the door. Loki’s face lit up as he faded from view.