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[wormzandgutz]

woaaaa besties for life :3

[rezwrites]

Hi! Love your writing!!

I have a suggestion/request:

So, reader is a lesbian married to someone their own age, but Dark Agatha wants reader to herself, and knows there are things only she can make them feel.

Mommy/dom/corrupting and stuff

Thanksss

I’m glad you enjoy the works!

Warnings: +18 MDNI, dub-con, infidelity/cheating, corruption, cursing, strap-on, deepthroating, rough sex

Setting the dirty clothes basket on top of the dryer tossing each article of clothing into the washing machine, you came across one of your wife’s collared shirts with plum wine lipstick stain on the collar, a pair of pink lace underwear balled up inside the shirt. This couldn’t be happening, you didn’t think your marriage was bad for your wife to cheat. Tears started forming in your eyes, heart sinking to your stomach.

“Baby! I’m home!” your wife’s cheery voice called from the front door. Stepping out of the laundry room you see her placing the grocery bags on the table, her dirty blonde hair released from her braid framing her face. The giant smile on her face immediately dropping when she sees your tears, rushing to you.

“Abby.” chewing your bottom lip, showing her the articles of clothing, “please be honest with me.”

“Baby,” her blue eyes widening like saucers, mouth open, “I swear on my life I don’t know where those came from. The lipstick stain is just as much a mystery.”

“Abs, I have no reason to doubt you but this; I can’t wrap my head around this.” Pulling a chair from the table, you took a seat putting your head in your hands. Abby followed suit pulling a chair next to you.

“I’m at work all day and when i’m not there I’m here with you.” She pulled your hands away from your face, holding them, “I haven’t been with anybody else, I swear.”

The rest of the night was full of silence, you’re still coming up with illogical scenarios outside cheating to figure out where the stain and panties came from, none of them obviously not making sense. Abby knows not to disturb you when you’re too deep in thought, though some part of you wished she did so you could stop spiraling internally. That night you both slept with your back towards each other. It hurt to not hold each other.

Waking up early unable to go back to sleep you decided go into work. Quitely getting dressed you headed down stairs. Making a simple breakfast, you set an extra plate of eggs and toast beside for Abby when she woke up.

“You can’t leave without hugging me first.” Abby’s tired voice startled you, her eyes red. You didn’t even hear her come down the stairs. She stood at the bottom of the stairs holding her arms outstretched, a deep frown etched into her features. Abby’s warm, strong arms wrapped around you, the woody scent of her cologne still lingering on her shirt. She kissed your forehead repeating sorries. You leaned up shutting her up with a kiss, whispering I love you against her lips before heading out. You texted her about her breakfast on the counter before driving to work.

—

Working away on this quarterly report the CEO’s assistant dialed your line informing that the would like to see you in her office, stressing you to hurry. Walking to the elevators, your nervousness elevated with each passing floor. You’ve only seen Ms. Harkness a handful of times when you sat in on a board meeting, and at holiday parties for the company, each fleeting conversation you’ve had with her had been pleasant. The doors opened on the top floor, the hard silver floor echoing with every step you took. The receptionist directed you to the office, pointing towards the imposing double doors at the end of the corridor.

Knocking on the black granite door, you heard a muffled come in. Entering the CEO's office, your eyes were immediately drawn to the breathtaking view of the city skyline through the large, floor-to-ceiling windows. The room was filled with the soft, warm glow of natural sunlight. The room exuded an air of authority and sophistication, making you feel both privileged and slightly intimidated.

Ms. Harkness gestured for you to sit in the plush, leather armchair. The coolness of the smooth, polished surface of the mahogany desk sent a shiver down your spine. Sharp and straight-to-the-point Ms Harkness pointedly asked, “You’ve worked as the assistant CFO for how long now?”

“Three years next month, Ma’am.” you responded, subconsciously cracking your knuckles to ease your anxiousness.

“And in that short time your reports have excelled our company. Your clear, concise statements show us where we need to improve and decrease our operations. Now, I don’t mean to sound like I’m bragging but I made a great decision hiring you. In my professional opinion you’d do better as CFO than an assistant.” Her voice grew proud as she praised you. A grin on her face, as she sat up straightening out her bronze blazer.

Your body warmed at the praise she dished out, lightly squirming underneath her bold gaze, “That’s a huge responsibility, Ms.Harkness, but I thank you for the kind words, and I’m very grateful for the opportunity to gain so much experience and knowledge in such a short time.”

She laughed at your formality, “Please just call me Agatha, dear. I apologize if I frightened you with the sudden call here. I actually wanted to commended you on your wonderful work, and take you out to lunch to get to know you better.”

—

The elegant restaurant had dimly lit chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling, casting a low, golden glow over the room. Soft classical music played in the background, creating a soothing ambiance. The air was filled with the mouthwatering aroma of sizzling steaks and freshly baked bread. Feeling severely underdressed in your simple above-the-knee dress you attempted to cover yourself as you awaited a table.

“No need to fret,” Agatha guided you in front of her to follow the hostess, leaning down as you passed her, whispering in your ear, “you look exquisite.”

Sitting down on the smooth, velvet booth the soft fabric brushing the back of your knees and shoulders. The hostess hands you the menus notifying you that your waitress will be with you shortly, “Velvet upholstery? That’s in interesting choice. It must take a lot to clean if wine is spilled.”

“I think they keep up maintenance every night.” She responded, eyes locked onto the menu.

The waitress comes to your table asking for drinks. Agatha requested, “Two glasses of Sauvignon Blanc, please. Our order will be ready in a few minutes.”

“Wine in the middle of the day?” You chuckled nervously.

“Why not? I’m letting you go home early anyway.” She caught your eyes bulging as you lowered the menu, “Only if you wish to. I know you came in early. I’m sure you’ve been working diligently all morning, you deserve it.”

The waitress comes back with two glasses. Agatha pours you both a glass, toasting each other to a nice lunch. Taking sip you note acidity mixed with gooseberry and white peach. There’s so many options on the menu, they overwhelmed you, way out of your comfort zone.

“This wine pairs well with light seafood or chicken.” Agatha chimed-in, eyes focusing back on the menu, “Have you decided yet or do you need another minute?

“I decided to play it safe with the Chicken Alfredo.” you folded the menu handing it to Agatha, relieved that they had your safe food.

When the waitress returned Agatha had ordered for both of you, getting herself Halibut Ceviche. Agatha reminds you of Abby this way, a woman who knows what she wants and takes charge. You would actually love to surprise Abby on a date here one night, it would be a nice gift after she’d dealt with her rambunctious students all day.

“Dear? What’s with that frown?” Her eyebrows furrowed. You hadn’t noticed you were frowning reaching for the stem of your wine glass.

“Oh, it’s nothing really.” you dismissed. You hadn’t noticed you were frowning reaching for the stem of your wine glass.

“Come on.” She places her hand over yours offer you a reassuring smile, “It’s okay to tell me.” Agatha makes it easy to talk to her outside of work, seeping such a comforting air.

“I think my wife is or was cheating.” You stared at your wine, unable to look her in the eyes.

“Well, what happened?” She folded her fingers resting her chin on them, azure eyes watching your every move.

“There was a lipstick stain on the collar of her shirt.” You opted to leave out the panties out of embarrassment.

“It wasn’t yours?” She pried, taking another sip wine.

“No, I don’t particularly like dark lipstick colors. And I’d think I’d remember staining my wife’s collar.” You realized the bite in your tone, “sorry.”

“Hmm,” she squinted her eyes at you, you could see her thinking, “While I honestly can’t give you any advice besides trying to talk it out with her. I can tell you that whatever you need I’ll help you however I can.” She squeezed your hand, the food arriving at your table.

She turned to conversation to more pleasant topics. Agatha told you stories about her early college days. Once she got mad at one of her professors for contradicting herself too many times during a lesson. Agatha had given her the finger, written fuck you on the board and left, never taking the class for the rest of the semester. Both of your sides hurting from laughing to hard, “I ended up taking the class again in my last year. Under a different professor, of course.”

You felt bad having Agatha pay the bill even though she offered, so you covered the tip. Returning to the office everyone stared at you as Agatha escorted you to your office. Exchanging personal numbers, Agatha expressed again that she would be available to you day and night.

—

“You’re home late.” Noting as Abby walked through the door hanging her laptop bag on the hook.

“I’m sorry, baby. We had a curriculum meeting that ran late.” She came up behind you hands on your waist. Peppering kisses on your neck, peering over your shoulder watching you scoop the meat into the bell peppers, “Dinner smells delicious.”

“It’s turkey-quinoa stuffed bell peppers, it just needs to go in the oven for twenty minutes.” You moved to place the pan in the oven, afterwards turning towards her pecking her on the cheek, “Why don’t you go get cleaned up for dinner.”

You giggle as Abby raves about dinner while telling you about finger painting with her kids at work and how she almost fell asleep in the meeting. After dinner she cleans the kitchen as you set up a movie marathon for you both to wind down from the day. Abby sits beside you bringing you closer to her warm body. Although there’s still a sliver of doubt in the back of your mind, you were content snuggling, watching movies together.

After a while Abby got up to use to the restroom, leaving her phone by you. It lights up repeatedly, you really didn’t want to look, wanting to trust your wife, but the hearts in the messages caught your attention from the corner of your eye.

「I miss you babe. I had a great time today😘

I can’t wait to see you again❤️❤️❤️

I got that thing for us to try😉 」

“What the fuck!” Shouting, you grabbed her phone.

“What’s wro-” Abby came back down the hallway only for her phone to collided with her chest, startling her. Desperately, she reached out grabbing it, jaw dropping at the screen. You’re fuming, face contorting with such an intensity she’d never seen before.

“No bullshit, Abigail! Explain that!” Glaring at her, tears blurring your vision.

“I don’t know that number! She balled and unballed her fist, visibly trying to keep her tears at bay, “I swear, I would never cheat on you.” You both went back and forth. An argument turned screaming match, loud enough to shake the pictures on the wall.

Stopping yourself mid sentence, you dropped your shoulders, staring at her, “I can’t stay here tonight.” Rushing out of the house, you ignored her pleas.

Pulling into a gas station you sit and collect your thoughts, feebly attempting to hold yourself together as your phone rings, “Ms. Harkness, would it be possible if I stayed with you tonight?”

“Of course, dear, not a problem at all.” Her honeyed voice acted as a light in the dark, “I’m sending you the address now.”

—

Agatha was already waiting outside when you pulled in the driveway. The faint scent of fresh flowers wafts through the house, adding a touch of nature. As you sink into the luxurious leather sofa, you feel the softness enveloping you, providing utmost comfort.

“I love her. I thought she loved me, I just can’t believe that she’d do this.” Breaking down into sobs Agatha cradled you in her arms, not saying a word, rubbing your back letting you get it all out. Once your sobs subsided into sniffles Agatha titled your chin up, her warm lips falling on yours. Face twisting in shock, you pushed her away, “We can’t-”

“Don’t.” A tight grip on your jaw kept you from getting too far away, ”I know you need this.” She pulled you in for another kiss, this time rougher and more disorienting. Wrong, this was so wrong. Not only are you dealing with a fallout with your wife but she’s your boss.

Agatha slipped her tongue past your lips moving slow, enjoying the feeling of your mouth, occasionally coming back to lick your tongue. You hated to admit that you did need this. Months without sex left you pent up, something coming up each time you two try. You couldn’t even recall the last time your wife kissed you with such wanton desire.

“Come back to me, doll.” Smiling when your eyes focused back her, she couldn’t wait to ravage you. Picking you up she wrapped your thighs around her waist, walking to her bedroom.

Depositing you onto her plush queen-sized bed, draped in smooth satin sheets that shimmer in the soft light. The satin sheets cool and silky against your hot skin. She walked over to the adjoining bathroom ordering over shoulder, “I want your clothes off by the time I’m back.”

You know you shouldn’t but the ache in between your legs was too much. Not enough to keep you here, this has gone far enough already. Shaking your head you started to move off the bed to leave.

“I gave you an order, little girl.” Agatha stood at the edge of the bed naked, and arms crossed. You paled at the strap hanging from her jutting hips. She lowered her voice, leaning forward on the bed, “Take your clothes off.”

“Now!” She raised her voice at your hesitation, gaze hardening. Not wanting to anger her further, you quickly stripped. She stood back up tapping her hip, “Come get it wet.”

With a hitch in your breath you crawled over to her. Getting closer you noticed the purple undertone of her cock in the light. Dragging your tongue across the head of the strap you could see her stomach tensing. She grabbed a fistful of your hair, shoving her cock deeper, “You look beautiful with my cock in your mouth.”

You choked, the tip of her cock hitting the back of your throat. She pulled back before throughly fucking your throat, your nose touching her harness. Unable to look up at her shame and arousal growing in your core, as your head bobbed up and down over her shaft. Gripping at her thighs to hold yourself steady, tears began to brim your eyes.

“Look at you.” Agatha heaved, pulling you off of her, smearing your spit on your face, “my messy girl.” She pushed you down on your back, hovering over you, her hand falling over your cunt, “I don’t think I needed you to suck me off, your cunt is dripping.”

“Does she tell you how sexy you are?” Pressing chaste kisses to your neck and chest as she slipped herself inside your cunt. Mewling, arching your back as her cock sunk deeper into your depths, your eyes rolling back.

“Not lately.” you sighed.

“Not lately.” she scoffed, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “I’d be sure to tell you every damn day.” She accentuates each word with a thrust. She picked up her pace, fully bottoming out.

Whining as her thumb drew over your clit, it hit you embarrassingly quick how close you were. Agatha suddenly pulled out, and flipped you on all fours. Nudging you further up the bed she pulled your hips towards hers.

Pushing herself back inside, her hand snaked under your chest holding your jaw again. Sweat mingling with hers as she laid her body on top of yours, her hips pistoning into yours. Agatha’s husky voice reached your ears, “Can she make you feel like this? Give you this deep pleasure?”

“I bet she’s so afraid of getting a strap or toys.” she chuckled, dropping her tone again, “I want you to think of your sweet wife and tell yourself the truth. That she only satisfies the surface, not the deep primal need you have to get fucked ruthlessly like an animal.”

Moaning as she dug her nails into your hips, driving her cock deep and fast into depths. Your arms felt like jelly, giving out you fell to your chest. Biting your bottom lip you tried to keep your tears from forming.

Agatha’s thrusts slowed down to a halt, lazily rubbing your clit. The grip on your jaw tightened, possibly leaving bruises. Agatha growled out, “Tell yourself, doll.”

Fisting the sheets, your salty tears fell on your lips, crying out, “No! She can’t make me feel this good!”

She grunted pushing herself closer against you, returning to her previous speed. Fucking you breathless, each touch of hers set your body alight. You sobbed as your body shook underneath her, cunt clenching around her cock. Agatha fucked you mercilessly through your orgasm, sucking harshly at the crook of your neck, working herself through her own orgasm.

Pride swelled in Agatha’s chest as she watched your body collapse on the bed, your pussy glistening. Slipping away to toss the strap into the bathroom sink, she returned to find you curled in on yourself, the sheets halfway covering your body. Laying behind you she reached for her phone on the nightstand, the newest message read:

「 I don’t know who you are but you may have just ruined my marriage!! 」

Putting her phone back down she smiled to herself, she definitely knows she destroyed your marriage. Your cries dissolved into sniffles as Agatha traced patterns along your spine. She knows there’s many emotions going through you in your post-orgasm clarity.

Maybe-no you had acted rash. Your chest tightened at the thought of how you’re going to confront your wife after this. Sobs bubbled up in your chest again, full of regret, shame, and guilt. Sitting up to grab your clothes, lithe fingers wrapped around your bicep, pulling you back down. Agatha covered your body with hers, settling her smooth thigh against your sticky cunt.

A devilish smile on her face, “We’re both taking off work tomorrow.”

[bouquetface]

SAGITTARIUS RISING:

Planets in first house. Placement & aspects towards chart ruler will all change the accuracy of this description. Lmk if your experience with or as a sag risings.

Appearance

Some believe due to Pluto’s influence from 1995 to 2008, sag rising individuals born during this time are likely to appear scorpio-like. In my experience, these individuals still clearly separate from scorpio risings.

A sag rising is a mutable fire sign. They are likely to often change their style. Make impulsive and/or “wild” choices in life and appearance. For example:

🔥 Sag risings tend to gravitate towards tattoos. Due to their fiery nature, they may get impulsive tattoos. Not as likely to be into the style of one BIG piece of artwork tattoo. More smaller, doodle-like tattoos.

🔥 You know how some people plan out their tatts for months & think about a deeper meaning for the art? Sag rising may have a few of those but they’ll also just get what they want just because they fucking want it. A friend pulls out a tattoo gun at a party, yeah they’re probably down. They don’t need months to think about should i or should i not.

🔥 My sag rising friend once said before getting their tatt, “I don’t need to wait until someone dies, I’m just going to get this because I love Fight Club”. The tatt was loosely inspired by the film.

🔥 Sag risings may gravitate towards hair dye. Unlike other signs, sag rising are more likely to go for unnatural hair colours (blue, green, purple, pink, etc). Due to their mutable nature, they may like changing up their hair colour &/or style more often than most.

This is my experience with GEN Z sag risings. Sag risings born before 1995, are almost nothing like this. They do like to change up their look but not in such bold and permanent ways.

For ex: If they dye their hair, it’s a natural colour (brown, black, blonde, red). More likely to get highlights than full on bleach their hair.

When they get a tattoo, they often get it in a common area of the body. Keep it easy to hide. Less likely to undergo a big, bold, permanent &/or transformative physical change. If they do, they generally keep it hidden.

For ex: I know a sag rising born before ‘95, they have a cosmetic surgery done. However, they keep this a secret. They desire both the big, bold look & the natural look.

An old school sag is more likely to express that abundant nature of their ruler Jupiter through hair. Men and women may have very long hair. Yet, they may wake up one day and randomly decide to buzz it.

Personality

Keep in mind this will be influenced by the ENTIRE chart.

Generally, these individuals are prone to feel FOMO. They love experiences. Better to regret having done it than regret not having done anything is more their motto. They can be the most entertaining people.

They can develop fun, humorous and charming personality. It’s likely for a sag rising to have friends in various places across the world. They make friends every where they go.

Sometimes, they can be identified through their communication style. Their jokes and language can be vulgar at times. They may swear a lot without realizing it. This is strongly affected by their mercury placement though.

This extroverted nature could be affected by other placements. In my experience, when these individuals aren’t extroverted & popular, they deeply desire to be welcomed.

The sag rising purpose is to wander and gather as much as information possible. Explore various places, ideals, people and philosophies.

They are likely to philosophize their lives. Questioning what is the meaning of this event? Why did that happen?

Generally, they are open minded & optimistic. However, if a sag rising feels they’ve come to a good conclusion from their experiences, they can come off as arrogant & close minded.

They can preach their philosophy - this can be perceived as talking too much & being argumentative. An extreme version of this is a cult leader. A more common version is someone who is passionate and wishes to share their knowledge.

[lildashofheaven1]

‘We dont have to take our clothes off’

Joseph Quinn x female y/n

‼️TW‼️ SA, talk of sex, 18+, swearing

Friday night, my friends had convinced me to go out in south london on a night out to get over my shitty ex.

I dolled myself up and tried to make it look like i have my life together, im wearing a short red dress with my hair half up and tied a black silk bow to tie it with, i also paired it with natural ish make up and added a red lip.

Not a word from your lips, you took for granted that i want to skinny dip.

A quick hit, thats your game. But i’m not a piece of meat, stimulate my brain.

I sat on my sofa in silence as i mindlessly scrolled instagram and saw my ex post a pic of him and his new girl which made me feel awful, awful as he cheated on me and awful as i know he wont change and she will have to endure what i did.

I was interrupted with my thoughts by a knock on my front door, i walked to the door and was met with my best friend Ziggy wearing a pink dress shirt and flared blue jeans.

“Sup slut!” He said in a road-man voice and burst out laughing, i faked a laugh before saying, “Do we have to go out zigs? I dont know if im feeling it” to this his face fell, i know how much he loves to go out and the thought of ruining this night for him made me feel awful.

“The night is young, and so are we” Ziggy answered with ‘if you hate it that bad when were out then we can come home, i promise’ he added as he held out his pinky, we pinky swore then headed out after i grabbed a black YSL clutch bag.

We made it to the club which i hadn’t been to since breaking up with my ex, Ziggy reached for my hand and said ‘cmon, he wont be in here’ i nodded and we walked in.

We went to the bar to get a drink and i saw all these people around me, desperate for attention and wanting to be the only person in the room.

At one point, a man walked towards me saying “y’alright darlin? Wanna give man your number? stilll” i looked to Ziggy for help and he put his arm around me saying

“This bloke bothering you babe?” In his as he called it ‘straight man voice’ eventually the guy got the hint and left to stalk his next prey.

Lets just get to know each other slow and easy

“Take my hand” Ziggy said as we moved to the middle of the dance floor.

let's hit the floor

Shake our bodies to the music. Maybe then you’ll score

So come on baby wont you show some class

Why’d you have to move so fast

We dont have to take our clothes off

To have a good time

We can dance and party all night and drink some cherry wine

After dancing for around an hour i got into my groove and was even doing shot after shot with Ziggy.

“Check out the brunette bloke in a nice shirt and looking fine!” Ziggy said and pointed at a bloke stood at the bar with another mad who’s dressed in all black with blonde hair tied into a small bun, i cant take my eyes off of the brunette man.

“He’s so fit!!” I shouted back to Ziggy as the music was so loud. “Go chat to him!” “No way!” “Y/n you’ve waited so long for this!! Go and get laid by the fit bloke!” The alcohol is starting to hit us very clearly at this point, im gonna regret this tomorrow.

I stood quiet, Ziggy then shouted again “if you dont shag him i will!” And pointed yet again at the brunette. The man at the bar thought Ziggy was calling him over so he came over and i felt my face turn bright red.

“Y’alright mate?” The brunette asked

“My mate fancies you!” Ziggy yelled again, i dont know whether it was the alcohol or Ziggy being a complete twat. The brunette had a look of confusion until he looked down at me slightly and his gaze softened as we made eye contact, it immediately clicked.

This is Joseph-fucking-Quinn!

Despite my best thoughts, the alcohol didn’t stop me from saying to him “your Eddie Munson!” To that Joseph shook his head while laughing. “Y’alright joe? Whos your friends?” Omfg its jamie! I sobered up at the realisation that two celebs know of my existance?! The two of them, clearly less drunk than me and Ziggy ended up being such nice guys and invited us to the VIP area to have a couple drinks.

As me and Ziggy sat down with them, he pulled me towards him and whispered (which was not quiet at all)

“They’re the guys from the show, ain’t they?” I jokingly shoved him away while laughing. Thankfully the VIP area was a lot quieter than the main part meaning we could actually have a conversation, it resembled more of a quiet pub due to how little people were there.

“Whatre we wanting to drink?” Jamie asked as he got his wallet out. “You dont have to honestly..” i started but Ziggys face lit up and said

“Well if you’re offering handsome ill take a double vodka coke” winking at him at the end. “And mard-arse over here will have a single vodka lemonade” Ziggy added while nudging me, i then slapped him upside the head.

I smiled at Jamie and said thank you.

“So Y/n, where abouts are you from?” Joseph asked as Ziggy went to help Jamie carry the drinks.“Originally im from Brighton, i moved down a few years ago for university” i said with a chuckle.

His smile lit up the bloody room and i added “i study, performing arts, music and art” i noticed he looked intrigued, “sorry i need to learn when to stop talking, honestly i end up just blabbing and its probably why Ziggys the only one to put up with me?” I laughed, i had complete word vomit, why wasn’t Ziggy there to slap his hand round my mouth to stop me?!

“Thats interesting, what do you do in art?” Joseph asked almost knowing the panic i was feeling, wanting me to know he cares and is interested.

After chatting with him for a few more minutes jamie and ziggy returned with the drinks, including a coke for jamie.

“Im gonna run to the toilet ill be back in a sec” i said as i stood up“Want me to stand guard again?” Ziggy asked“No im okay, it seems nice enough in this bit, ill be fine” i smiled at them all and went to the toilet

Just slow down if you want me A man wants to be approached cool and romantically, oh-oh I've got needs, I'm just like you And if the conversation's good vibrations through and through

I was leaving the toilets when i felt a cold hand grab my wrist and dragged me back against the wall, i slammed my head against the wall due to the force.I looked up to see who it was and it was the guy from earlier, a man i now recognise was my exes best friend, Brian.

“You know you always wanted me y/n” he slurred, how the fuck did he get in here?!He dragged me back into the bathroom that was empty and started kissing my neck i tried to get him off

“So come on baby wont you show some class?” He sneered

We don't have to take our clothes off To have a good time, no-oh We could dance and party all night. And drink some cherry wine

Ziggy Pov

“Im gonna go check on y/n, shes usually less time than this” i know my best friend like the back of my hand, somethings wrong Joe and jamie nodded as i walked towards the bathroom. I opened the door and saw that piece of shit pinning my best friend against the wall where she was sobbing and frozen in fear.

Y/n Pov

The door opened and ziggy stood still for a second until he pounced and ripped him off of me and threw him on the ground so hard he flew through the push door and landed on the floor next to the bar.

“You fucking piece of shit! What do you think your doing?!” Ziggy screamed at him as i walked out the bathroom with tears flooding and i was moving my dress straps that he had tried ripping off.

Ziggy pulled Brian out of the bathroom mid way through his attack so he had his jeans undone and halfway down and he was escaped his underwear during his attack on me.

Joseph and Jamie leaped out fo their seats and ran towards us. Jamie was helping Ziggy get rid of Brian. Whereas Joseph was holding me and helping me through my panic attack.

“Are you okay? Y/n cmon breathe for me darling” he said as he held my head to his chest so i could ground myself with his heartbeat.

Jamie and Ziggy had gotten Brian on his feet and yelled for security. Before security had gotten to them. They had a field day beating the shit out of Brian.

When Brian got escorted out he was spitting blood and Definitely had a broken nose. A nice touch was Ziggy was wearing a ring with the word ‘BITCH’ imprinted on it. After punching Brian the word bitch had been stamped-onto his cheek.

After we were sure he was gone i went straight to the bar and asked for two shots of vodka, throwing them back straight away. “She had a shitty ex and the fact that he will stop at nothing to make her life hell, its all my fault i borderline forced her to come out tonight” i heard ziggy say to them as i was at the bar.

As the night died down i had sobered up a lot so i had counteracted that by ordering shot after shot and wanting to forget the pain. Joseph had a few beers, however he wasn’t nearly as drunk as i was, Jamie didn’t drink so obviously he was his usual self. But me, i was wasted and i knew i was going to regret it tomorrow

I had my arm around josephs shoulder for support as we left the club. Ziggy had left sometime earlier as he met someone he was planning on spending the night with, i never felt so comfortable than with these two men so i assured him i was completely fine.

As we went outside, joseph and Jamie stopped for a cigarette “you smoke?” Jaime offered his pack, i nodded and took one while saying thank you. Joseph handed me his lighter as we all stood outside enjoying our cigs.

“Come back to mine y/n not sure if i love the idea of you alone in london at this time” joseph offered with a smile. I was honestly too tired to argue so i agreed, after our cigs me and joseph got into an uber and headed for his apartment after saying goodbye to jamie

“Its been lovely meeting you y/n, and im so sorry about your exes friend” jamie hugged and smiled at me as i said goodbye to him.

As we entered josephs flat, i had this wave of confidence hit me as i stopped us walking in his flat to kiss him. He broke the kiss and said “ i dont want you to regret this tomorrow y/n”

“I doubt i will” i whispered sultrily in his ear as he continued the kiss and picked me up so i was straddling him as he took me to his room and lay me on the bed, he then got on top of me and took his shirt off.We made out for minutes but it ended way too soon as he broke the kiss again and said “y/n your drunk i cant do it to you, especially after what happened tonight i just wouldn’t be right. I mean, we dont have to take out clothes off to have a good time”

I respected his morals and agreed that we shouldn’t do it. He stood up as i sat on his bed, he walked back holding a large bang t shirt saying “you can get dressed in the bathroom if you like? The second door on the right” he smiled at me.

I took the shirt while saying thank you, i headed to the bathroom while walking past photos on his wall of him and his friends on set, him with his family. After changing i returned to his room to see him lay on his bed wearing nothing but grey joggers, his face lit up as he saw me.

We spent the night together with movies on in the background playing on his tv while we spoke about anything and everything, getting to know each other more.

Safe to say i did not regret the night i spent with him

[i-arch-my-backula]

Bleach: David TLB x GN! reader

This is a little something I've been working on. I want to try and write more regularly but I've been pretty busy trying to balance everything in my life. But I found the time to write this for y'all so I hope that y'all enjoy it.

Content included: Brief mention of smoking, shorter, around 850 words

“I can’t believe that you’ve been doing this for as long as you have been.” You say draping an old, raggedy, heavily bleach stained towel over David’s shoulders. He chuckles and takes a drag of his cigarette. “I swear you’re so high maintenance sometimes.” You say in a teasing tone, picking up your rubber gloves and snapping them on. David blows out the smoke and crushes out his cigarette on a rock nearby. 

“Well at least now I have someone competent to help me. Apparently it takes three vampires to decently bleach my hair.” He says in a sarcastic tone. David has that iconic bleach blonde look. He already has that naturally blonde hair but he likes his to be platinum, so you have to use a volume 15 bleach to get it at the perfect tone. He has a system he’s described to you. Every six weeks he cuts his hair and bleaches it with volume 15 bleach for 18 minutes on the dot. Now that used to take an entire day with the three other goobers running around here, but now it’s just you and him in the cave. 

“When did you even start to do this? I thought hair bleach was only invented in like 1920 or something.” You say, picking up the bowl of bleach as you start to mix it with the brush. 

“It was invented in 1950, I was there when it first hit the shelves. But before that I just used hydrogen peroxide, which wasn’t as effective as this stuff is now. I remember this one actress from the 30’s who was a bottle blonde, I think she coined the term 'platinum blonde’. Too bad I can’t remember her name.” He says, tilting his head back and looking over at you. 

You roll your eyes and turn his head back forwards as you pick up some of the bleach on the brush and you start to apply it to his head, first the back then towards the front, the same every time. 

“Well I’ll have to go find out who she is so I know who gave you the idea to start doing your hair like this.” You say as you start to apply the bleach to his roots, you’d use hair foils if you had enough time to go buy them at the beauty supply store, but of course Paul got impatient while waiting for you to buy the bleach itself. “How do you feel about Billy Idol stealing your look? Or did you steal his?” You ask in a joking tone, turning his head slightly to apply the bleach on the sides of his head. David chuckles too before he replies. 

“I’ve been bleaching my hair since before his great grandparents were born. But I did take up the mullet after him.” He says, smiling to himself as you finish up on his left side and you move over to the right side. “How’s it looking?” He asks. You pick up a hand held mirror for a moment before you remember vampires can’t see themselves in mirrors and you laugh.

“It’s looking good so far. You’re lucky you don’t have super thick hair or you’d be here all night.” You say, picking up more bleach before you apply it to his hair. You’ve got the amount you use down to an exact measurement. By the time you’re done with his hair there’s barely bleach if any left in the bowl. 

“Where’d you even get these skills? I don’t think you’ve told me the stories behind it yet.” He says, looking back at you again before you turn his head straight again and you go back to bleaching his hair. 

“I’ve been dying hair since I was 12. Being a weirdo and being friends with weirdos does that to a person.” You say, focusing your attention now on the top of his hair, picking up more bleach on the brush before you start applying it to his hair. “I quickly learned to wear gloves after staining my hands blue while dying my friend's hair black. I’ve also learned that purple fades the fastest and red lasts forever. I also have a color wheel I bought at a garage sale when I was 15 just so I remember that for when I’m dying hair.” 

David chuckles and taps his fingers on his thigh. “Well I’m glad your hair dying skills haven’t gone to waste just yet.” He smiles to himself before he speaks again. “You could go to a cosmetology school. I mean you could make money off of dying people's hair.” You laugh and shake your head. 

“I don’t think that cosmetology schools are ever really open at night.” You say, scraping up the last bits of bleach from the bowl and finishing off the top of his hair. You pick up a small timer and you set it for 18 minutes. “Besides, I’d much rather get my money pickpocketing people like the rest of y’all do.” You say in a bit of a joking tone as David chuckles with you. 

[strawberryys-stuff]

𝘿𝙄𝙎𝙍𝙀𝙂𝘼𝙍𝘿𝙀𝘿 | Percy Jackson x Ares!oc

Introduction

The midnight blue umbrella snapped closed, releasing a gravity defying plume of small droplets. The defeated elementary school student pulled down her hood and tucked a lock of red hair that barely reached her shoulder blades behind her ear.

After she leaned the overflowing cloth bag of groceries against the brick wall beside the entrance to the block of flats that she had recently moved into with her step-family, Alexis shrugged her rucksack off her aching shoulder to fish her keys out of the front pocket.

"Crap," the redhead squeezed her dusty teal eyes shut and threw her head back with a groan, "not again.."

She pulled out her dying cellphone and unlocked it, sighing. Alexis dialed her step-brother while she was collecting her stuff from the muddy ground and blew strands of hair out of her face.

"Hugo?" she called out to her sibling when the obnoxious ringing got replaced by awkward silence. The young boy on the other side of the line hummed as he rubbed one of his squinted eyes and stifled a yawn. "Could you come down? I forgot my keys."

Hugo grumbled and pinched the bridge of his nose, slightly annoyed. "Come on, Alex.."

"I know and I am sorry, okay? Just-" the red-haired student exhaled heavily and glanced to the side- "come get me, alright? I'll make you a cup of hot chocolate in return," Alexis suggested.

"With marshmallows, though."

She pursed her chapped lips, unamused, but had to agree with his request in the end because she did not want to turn into a popsicle before the eyes of the entire neighborhood.

Alexis chewed on her bottom lip as the early humid autumn breeze swept past and tickled all the exposed spots of her pale skin. She continued to shiver and grew impatient.

"I will murder that boy," Alexis stated with a sarcastic smile as she searched in her jacket pocket for her cellphone once more.

While she was entering the password, a boy her age approached the entrance to the block of flats with earphones in his ears and a skateboard in his hand. Unlike Alexis, the blonde hadn't forgotten his keys at home before he left for school that rainy morning.

The jingling of keys startled the frustrated girl. She stumbled backwards with a shriek when the boy appeared out of thin air beside her. He was taken aback by her reaction, also flinched and dropped his keys in the process.

"Shit!" Alexis covered her rapidly beating heart with her ice-cold hand, her breath sharp and fast.

"My bad," the blonde apologized with a quick nod her way and bent down to pick up his keychain. He inserted one of his many keys into the keyhole, unlocked the door and held it open for Alexis to walk into the warmth of the building.

"Thank you." She bowed her head and gladly stepped out of the autumn weather with the boy on her heels.

The blonde pulled down his drenched hood in the lobby and shook his hair to gain some life back into his messy and undefined curls. With her adventurous spirit and undying curiosity, Alexis searched for his eyes and when their gazes collided, her jaw went slack.

"Oh.." The boy breathed out and scratched the back of his neck after he connected the dots and put a name to her imperfect face. "It's you."

Alexis laughed nervously and shrugged her shoulders. "Yep, it is me! The girl you spilled your apple juice on at lunch.."

"It was an accident," he clarified, "I swear!"

Alexis arched one of her eyebrows at that and looked down at her outfit. Instead of her favorite light blue jeans, she was wearing baggy gray sweatpants along with a black T-shirt that did not belong to her, but to the boy standing in front of her.

After he spilled his drink and some of his leftovers on her clothes, the blonde offered her his clothes, which he planned to change into for his PE class.

"I really didn't mean to-"

"Hey." The redhead placed her hand on his shoulder to stop his upcoming rambling with a tiny smile on her lips. The boy screwed his mouth shut. "I am just messing with you, blondie."

Her smile was contagious. She also had dimples, he noticed. "Yeah," he chuckled and shyly broke their eye contact, his cheeks flushed, "okay."

His gaze trailed a tad bit lower, to the handmade necklace she had around her neck - a thin leather string with three differently colored balls. It looked familiar, he was sure he had seen it before.

"Well," Alexis broke the awkward silence and adjusted the cloth bag that hung loosely on her shoulder. "I have to go.."

"No yeah-" the blonde shook his head slightly and brought his pure blue gaze up- "of course."

"Thank you for the clothes by the way," Alexis gestured to his gym class outfit with a smile. "I will give it back on Monday if that's okay."

"Sure, yeah. Whenever it's convenient for you."

"Okay.." She nodded and bit the inside of her cheek. "See you on Monday then?"

"Yeah.. See you on Monday.."

They shared one last awkward smile before she turned to the elevator and disappeared behind its doors.

The blonde squeezed his eyes shut, regretting that he decided not to follow the red-haired girl he found quite intriguing into the elevator. He was captivated by her playing the electric guitar and musical talent in general.

Alexis Driscoll was a hot-tempered, mysterious and brutally honest elementary school student with a passion for music, who also lived in the same block of flats as Percy Jackson.

Percy could tell she had an enormous amount of secrets and trouble hiding behind her in her shadow, but that was one of the reasons why she had caught his eye.

He didn't know her name nor why her cool grey gaze seemed to be something he would recognize anywhere in a heartbeat, but he knew one thing..

she had been haunting his dreams for quite a while.

How did he know?

Percy Jackson would recognize that necklace blindfolded.

That piece of handmade jewellery was what he had been wearing around his wrist in every dream and every spine-chilling nightmare of his.

For some unexplainable reason, Alexis Driscoll was the key to most, maybe even all, of his unanswered questions.

[alovelyfox]

Chapter 3: Really just a simple favour

Please note there are mentions of suicide/substance abuse in this chapter, so reader discretion is advised.

This has got to be one of the most uncomfortable dates of all time. Not that you've been on many, but if this is what dating is like, you think it's time to ask your parents for an arranged marriage. And it's not that your date is ugly or anything too. Stan's wearing an oversized blue and red jacket with a pair of ripped blue jeans. He has a little bit of scruff on his chin, with his hair dyed blonde rather than natural, something you could tell by his black roots still showing. He didn't look so much like a creep as Kyle predicted, more like a washed up rock star wearing clothes from the kids section of a Wal-Mart. But your main problem with him is how fucking boring he's acting right now.

You've been making polite conversation with him for the past 5 minutes, and he's giving you nothing to work with. When you asked about his day so far, he gave you a curt 'fine’, then didn't bother to ask about yours. So you try again, telling him that you recently started a job at a law firm, but he looks like he'd rather be anywhere else but listening to you.

What a dick you think. I mean, he was the one who practically begged to have this date with me, yet he's acting like I'm not even here! Fuck my life.

“Hey, do you have any friends you think you could set me up with?" He asks, and it takes all your willpower to not openly slap him across the face.

Is he insane? Or does he find me so utterly awful that he's decided he's done with this date and wants to start planning his next one. Piece of shit.

"Like any cute friends?" He asks again. "Anyone with, let's say, straight black hair and choppy bangs in the front. And black eyes you can feel your soul getting lost in, that make you feel safe and like she's gonna take care of you forever... Oh, and a pink beret, maybe in some childhood photos or maybe still now?"

"Wendy? Are you asking about my roommate Wendy?"

His eyes light up when you mention her name and you feel your heart sink.

"Wait, so you asked me on a date only so you could get one with my roommate? Are you fucking serious? Nah, fuck you and fuck whatever this is." You get up to leave and make it out the door before he grabs you by the arm.

"Y/N please. I swear, I never meant to play you or anything, I'm not that kind of guy. Just let me explain." Stan pleads with you.

"Did you set up this date because you genuinely like me or because you're a stalker creep who likes my roommate so much that you'd do anything to get with her? Cause if it's the second one, that explains everything to me right there." You say, and he turns silent.

You look at your phone and the clock reads 6:15. You wonder if Kyle's still nearby when Stan interrupts your thoughts.

“Look, Y/N. I'm sorry, it's true. I did set up this date because I wanted you to help me get in touch with Wendy, but please hear me out. I met Wendy when we were in pre-school, and I've been in love with her ever since. We were one of those on again-off again couples in middle school, but during high school I fucked up. She broke up with me and moved away for college, while I stayed in that shithole town and let the loneliness consume me. I hated myself for letting her get away, for losing one of the most perfect girls to ever exist. But I came to my senses, decided enough was enough and came here."

You hate how sincere he sounds, and you feel yourself sympathizing with him. With a heavy sigh, you start walking back to your apartment, and motion for him to follow.

"I don't know Wendy that well, but I really like her. Also, she's doing well right now. And I'll be damned if I'm gonna let some douchey ex of hers come into her life and screw it all up. So I have to know the full story, which you're gonna tell me as we walk back to my apartment. If it's good enough, I'll invite you in to meet her, but if not, you leave both her and I the hell alone. Deal?"

He sighs loudly, but nods his head and reluctantly starts following you home.

"Deal. So, it all started when my friend Eric Cartman got an anal probe..."

…

Hearing Stan talk about his middle school relationship with Wendy softens your heart towards him, if only a little. The way he used to throw up when she talked to him, and how she paid a group of Iraqis to capture one of their teachers whom he had a crush on and shoot her into the sun. Okay the second one sounds kind of crazy, but it's obvious that they cared for each other a lot, at least when they were young. But when discussing what happened to them in high school, Stan freezes up.

"I fucked up. I really fucked it all up. Everyone else knew exactly what they were doing with their lives, and I had no fucking clue what to do with mine. I got really depressed, and turned to alcohol to numb the pain. My dad's an alcoholic, so maybe it's just something I inherited. But I pushed everyone away. My family, my best friends, and especially Wendy. She tried her hardest to get me to quit, to try and salvage what we had. But she broke up with me, saying that she couldn't watch me kill myself, and that it was time for her to move on. I was so wrapped up in all my shit that I didn't even care. I didn’t put up a fight, just watched her leave. I stayed in South Park while I watched everyone else get on with their lives, and all I wanted was to be back in middle school, when my friends didn't look at me with pity in their eyes and the love of my life was still mine."

So far, he had been walking alongside you while talking, but now he stops in his tracks and stares at the ground for a moment before his next words.

"I tried to kill myself two months ago."

Your eyes widen, seeing him so vulnerable like this. He turns to look up at the star pierced night sky which had befallen the both of you, obviously trying to will away the tears which were forming in his eyes. You're about to step forward and try to comfort him but he resumes walking, so you follow him while he continues on with what he was saying.

"Well, not really. It wasn't like I got a noose or a gun and just ended it. I had been on a three day bender with my dad's hidden supply, and in my drunken state I stumbled onto some train tracks. And I saw the train heading towards me, yet I didn't move. I think the alcohol was a way for me to slowly kill myself, but here was the perfect opportunity to finish the job. And my mind was hazy, and I thought that getting run over was exactly what I wanted. But then the train got closer and closer, and I hesitated. Was this really how my life was gonna end? Having achieved nothing, dying alone on some fucking train tracks? I had wanted to go back to my middle school self so bad, but would he have liked how I turned out? The train was a couple miles away when I hopped off the tracks, I was still so close my beanie flew off by the gust it generated from passing me. But I was alive, and had reached a moment of clarity. I didn't want to revert back to my middle school self. I want to become a man my middle school self is proud to grow up into. A man whose family and friends still care for him, and is still dating the girl of his dreams. So I checked myself into rehab, determined to change my mindset and ways."

He lets out a heavy sigh, and you pat him reassuringly on the back. He continues.

"I got out a couple weeks ago, and my first thought was to reunite with Wendy. She was the one who always had faith that I could recover, and with her by my side I would be able to get a job, reconnect with my friends, conquer anything. But I needed to know how she felt about me now, and when I found out that you were her roommate, I figured you were the one to talk to."

"But why not just ask me to help you? Why'd you ask me out on a date instead?"

"To be honest, I just thought it would be the quickest way to get your attention. Sorry for the way I acted on it by the way. I swear I'm a much more interesting guy to be around, but I was so worried about how'd you react to what I was gonna ask you that I guess I was kind of rude. My bad. But now that you've heard me out, you'll help and re-introduce me to her, right?"

You're in front of your apartment building now, and Stan's looking at you expectedly. You don't know what to think about everything he’s just told you, and him staring at you with puppy dog eyes isn't helping. You turn your back to him, and try to recollect your thoughts. He seems genuinely sorry about how he treated Wendy in the past, but does that mean he's changed?

You wheel around and look straight into his eyes as you say your next words.

"'Оkау.”

His face breaks out into a massive smile, but you hold up one finger indicating that you're not done.

"I'II help, under some conditions. And you're not meeting her until all these conditions have either been completed or agreed to. 1. You clean yourself up, both mentally and physically." You look him up and down, and raise an eyebrow.

"Mainly physically. Get some better clothes, clean up that scruff you call a beard sitting on your face, etc. 2. You get a job. Wendy deserves a guy who's stable, both mentally and financially. And 3. If you meet her again and she wants nothing to do with you, you suck it up and move on with your life. No weird stalking, no setting up a date with another one of her friends, nothing. Until then though, I'll help you get your life together. We can meet up tomorrow, when you should've already completed condition 1, and we can work on condition 2. Here's my number, don't abuse it."

You stick your hand out for his phone, and type your number into it. He takes it back and has a small smile on his face.

"Thanks. For everything. Even the small possibility of seeing her again makes my heart feel whole."

You let out a matching small smile. He does seem like a really sweet guy, and you can only hope he's serious about changing.

"I'll text you tomorrow when and where to meet up. Goodnight Stan."

And with that, you leave him standing on the street, and wonder what the hell you're gonna tell Wendy.

…

You decide to not tell Wendy about your date with Stan. You’ll find out how she feels about him as per Stan's request, but there's no reason for that to happen tonight. You walk into your room and practically collapse on your bed. Everything about today drained you, and the urge to sleep it all away is getting stronger and stronger. But before your droopy eyes fully close, your phone vibrates twice from an unknown texter. Assuming it's Stan, you breathe a heavy sigh. So much for the 'don't abuse it’ rule that came with your number. But you sit up straight when you actually read what it says.

Unknown Number - Hey Y/N, it's Kyle

Unknown Number - I just wanted to make sure you got home safe. So text me when you do.

You can't stop your face from smiling. You save his number into your phone and reply back.

Y/N - i came home a couple minutes ago, thanks for checking in ♡

Kyle ♡ - How'd it go?

Kyle ♡ - The date, I mean

You try not to read into why he cares about that. Probably just trying to make conversation, right?

Y/N - It wasn't what I anticipated, but the guy seems pretty nice so we're gonna meet up again tomorrow.

He leaves you on read for a while, only replying back five minutes later with a curt:

Kyle ♡ - Nice to hear. Goodnight Y/N.

He doesn't say anything else, leaving you to wonder what the hell you did wrong.

[the-lord-of-the-things]

Muse Aesthetic: Horror Edition

tagged by @krokaxe ~ I did the last one for Micky so Imma do this one for

Charleismeant im gonna tag my buddy @runescratch (mostly to get the matching Ari ver)

GOTHIC HORROR

gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. spiders. books.

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CLASSIC HORROR

black & white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. alcohol in glass decanters. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. dark alleys. empty streets. driving at night. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the american south. the american northeast. england. analog cameras.

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SLASHERS

bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. suburbia. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. household objects turned into improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. character masks. scrunchies. queerness. wild curls. morbid humor. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.

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PARANORMAL HORROR

malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. mausoleums. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at something you can’t see. black ooze. old photographs. faces you can swear you’ve seen before but can’t for the life of you figure out where. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls. jump scares.

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CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND HORROR

aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw-marks. bite-marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. abandoned houses. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. the american east coast. hiking / backpacking.

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THRILLERS

daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. asylums. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms with no one inside them. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots.

[luvrrgirl444]

chapter 26: GOT YA BITCH

IRL!

JEAN

"GOT YA BITCH!" jean shouted as he shot eren in the chest. eren jumped, surprised. "what the fuck, mate???" jean laughed at him. eren's red lights soon diminished and became gray. 3 3. eren playfully pushed jean away and rolled his eyes.

"looooooserrrr." jean teased.

MIKASA

"i can literally see eren's stupid ass from where i am right now." mikasa's glasses recorded her view. "guys, should i go get who shot him?" he pondered. "i dunno, they might end up frying me."

YMIR

"mate, i swear i just heard giggling in that corner over there." she pointed with the laser gun. she snuck over and listened closely. there was definitely someone in there.

Y/N

"bruh. someone's right fucking there." you whispered to sasha. your voice was so low that sasha could barely hear what you said. you pointed your thumb back, to indicate that there was someone coming. sasha nodded and readied her gun.

YMIR

"hey there!" she turned the corner and was met with two blue laser guns pointed at her. her jaw dropped. "damn, i'm finished." you and sasha snorted at ymir looking dumbfounded, and shot her in the chest ymir rolled her eyes. "i can't even be mad, i literally did the same shit earlier." 2 3.

MIKASA

"no fucking way there's only two of us left. we literally had an extra person on our team." mikasa complained.

LOSER was placed on the screen.

"i've been following jean for a bit, i might just go and kill his ass." she said.

Y/N & SASHA

"there's only two of them left. you wanna go out there?" you asked. you were lowkey getting bored of hiding. sasha thought for a second. "y'know what. fuck it. let's go," she responded. you two got up and left the little corner that you had camped in.

ARMIN

"bruv i literally see blue over there." he glanced at the spot and saw blue leds. "i'm gonna die." he walked in the opposite direction of the blue, trying to get as far away as possible.

MIKASA

"armin!" she whisper shouted. armin jumped and looked at her. he furrowed his eyebrows. "you scared me, mate. what the fuck?" she rolled her eyes. "did you want me to tap you on the shoulder or something?" mikasa asked, sarcastically. "oh, fuck off."

"there's blue over there." the blonde pointed. mikasa looked over and sure enough, there was blue. she looked over to where she last saw jean and was surprised when he was no where to be found. "armin, jean's gone."

armin looked at his friend, confused. "jean? who's talking about jean?" she rolled her eyes. "you idiot. i was following him."

JEAN

he hid behind one of the black cubes in the arena.

"bro, she almost got my ass." he said. jean looked around. "why is this deadass like the hunger games. like, i'm fighting for my life right now." he peeked and saw mikasa and armin creeping around, presumably looking for him. "2 on 1. i'm so cooked, bruh."

"no you aren't, bff!" jean jumped. "what the fuck, sash?" you and sasha snickered. "sorry gang." you both bent down behind the cube with jean. "we're here to help you." you said. "really?" he rolled his eyes. "bitch, you don't want our help?" you asked. he sighed. "alright bruh."

the trio snuck around the cube towards the section that they saw mikasa and armin in. out of nowhere, armin jumped out and attempted to shoot at sasha. he missed the target and instead sasha shot him. "YEAH BITCH!" she shouted, before getting shot herself by mikasa.

sasha gasped. "you're horrible!" mikasa laughed and shrugged. "y/n, avenge me!" you and jean both shot at mikasa and one or maybe both shots hit her target. you didn't know.

0 2

"WE JUST FUCKING WON!" you screamed.

"LETS GO!" said jean.

beep!

"so i guess america is better than the uk." connie said to the main camera. the group was now back outside of the laser tag building. "no shade or anything, but you we're literally the first american to get shot." historia recalled. connie rolled his eyes. "okay polly pocket."

"anyways!" sasha shouted. "that's all for today gang! hope you enjoy our laser tag deathmatch!"

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The witch and the Priest

Hello Everxone this here is my first attemot at a story that I thought about. <what do you think sofar?

Thanks

The Universe is a funny wild thing. She will put you in the most insane situations and just hope for the best. She will lift you up and if you get too cocky she will throw you down so fast that you will not even know what is going on.

I on the other hand had no intention of getting myself into the absolute chaos . The universe had other plans.

I will start with the beginning. I think this way whoever is reading this will understand the shit show a little better.

6 months ago deep in the dark woods in odenwald, Germany.

The spring had come. The morning sun warmed the dew filled grass. Birds singing filled the air as the people in the small town began to start their day. Life was waking up from its long winter slumber.

In one of the small houses, a typical old German Fachwerkhaus home. The house was lovely, the walls were white and the open wooden beams glared in their ruby red pride.  The beams followed each of the floors in the house, they were also diagonal. They created w beautiful criss cross pattern upon the white paint. The house slouched slightly to the left and the wooden framed windows were closed.

Small square stones led the way from the street to the front door.  Inside the cozy home were wooden floors and an open high ceiling.

The home was being cared for by a couple name Emma and Jens Schwarz. A young couple, Emma is 32 and Jens is 35 years old.  They both worked and had no children. Emma a slender dark haired woman with large green eyes and olive skin worked as a legal assistant in a nearby town. Jens worked as a plumber for the city.

Like usual Emma and Jens had their coffee together in their kitchen. Compared to the other rooms the kitchen was small but it was more than enough for the pair.

There were fresh fruit on the marbel counter. Jens noticed that Emma looked tired there were dark rings around her eyes.

Jens said “How did you sleep last night?” Emma looked at him in a dissatisfied stare. “I am fine. I know I look terrible, but I swear I slept through the night. I do not know why I look like shit.”

Jens looked at Emma, his blue eyes looked concerned. He noticed she had not been sleeping well the last few nights. Maybe there was something going on at work.  He did not know. What he did know is that Emma was always beautiful no matter what. He loved her more than anything. He just did not know how to tell her. He told her that he loved her but it did not do it any justice.

“ You look wonderful, as always. I am just worried at you are over stressed and you are not getting enough sleep. What can I do to help you?” Jens said as he sipped from his coffee. He liked his coffee with a little bit of milk and a spoonful of sugar.

Emma lifted her head and gazed at Jens. She couldn’t help but smile. He was always there for her. She knew he loved her and that he always wanted to help.

Emma took her coffee from her right hand to her left and with her right hand she caressed Jen´s cheek.

“Maybe we could take a bath, order a pizza and watch some movies together. How does that sound?” Emma asked.

“Perfect. Can you read my mind?” Jens asked jokingly.

The clock went off. It was 7:00 am. They both looked at the clock and finished their coffee, It was time for the both of them to go to work.

Emma and Jens got into their cars and drove away from their cozy home. Both looking forward to the evening.

50 kilometers away stood a man in black in front of a lake. His hair was blond but greying. He was 43 years and the local priest. He had went for a walk to clear his mind. He loved the like especially early in the morning. The sun was beaming through the trees and there was a light mist coming from the ground. No one was around except for the few animals that ran through the grass enjoying their lives.

These spring mornings were the priest´s favorite time. He could walk around and be closer to nature and in his opinion closer to God. He though about his town, the people who resided in it and the world around them.

He enjoyed the peace and quiet that these small towns provided. He lived in this small town for about ten years now and he knew almost everyone. Of course most of the people did not go to church but he knew most of the people through the small festivities that were held in the town.

He grew to like the people here, sure there was always the gossip, an affair or two but that was it. Most of these people were normal. Well normal in the sense they went to work, spent time with there friends and family and lived their lives.

He looked at his watch. It was almost 7:00 in the morning. He decided it was time to end his walk and head back to town. He wanted to prepare for the day. A wedding was on the list for the day around 2:00pm. He loved weddings, people where always happy to be there. It was a happy celebration something he looked forward to.

It was the evening. Emma and Jens just finished their bath and ordered their pizza.

They were both on the couch. Jens was looking for their first film and Emma was looking at her phone.

The door-bell rang, the pizza was finally there. Emma stood up in her  dark red dress that she wore when she was home, walked to her purse took out money and headed toward the door. A few moments later she arrived with the delisous smelling pizza. The smell of cheese, sauce and delisouness filled the air.

Jens sat up, he had just found an old horror movie for them to watch. The only things that were missing were pizza in his stomach, his cat and Emma at his side.

Just as the though of his cat crossed his mind the little fluff ball jumped out from under the couch. He too awaited for everyone to be gathered at the couch. The cat was from Jens. He adopted his little furry friend about five years ago. He always liked animals. But with his little fuzzy baby it was love at first sight, just like with Emma. The cat was a black tabby. Anyone could see that this cat was well loved. The fur was fluffy and shiny. The reason for the fluffiness was not only due to the elegant black fur but also due to the roundness of his body. This was a well-fed happy cat. His name is Sam.  He was named after a fictional character who Jens loved. A character that was kind, loving, hard working and without him the world would have ended. Yes a volcano was involved in this characters story.

Sam placed himself between Emma and Jens. The purfict place. He would be pet from both sides. Sam is very strategic when it comes to getting pet. He has and always will find the best spot where he knows no one can resist his cuteness.

Jens looked at Emma and at Sam. This was all that he ever wanted. At this moment he knew that he was going to ask Emma to marry him. The question was when and how.

The evening went into night and the pair went to bed.

It was 3:00 am. Jens woke up from the snaring and hissing coming from the bed. It was Sam. Jens popped up with full gusto. Something was very wrong. Sam has never hissed before, at least Jens has never heard him do that. He turned next to him and Emma was gone.

Her side of the bed was cold. That means she had not been in bed for a while. He jumped up, carefully as to not get to close to Sam who still was very agitated. He walked to the light switch and turned on the light. He made his way towards the living room. Maybe Emma went to lay on the couch. She did that when she couldn’t sleep. She would watch TV and fall asleep on the couch.

As he approached  the living room the room was dark and the couch empty. He checked the kitchen, She was no where to be found. Adrenaline and fear began to course through his veins. Where could she be at 3:00 am. He grabbed a flashlight from the kitchen and walked towards the back door. As he approached the door he noticed that it was slightly opened.

He was at the door. And that is when he saw her. She was in the same shorts and Tshirt that she went to bed in. She had no shoes on and she was standing in the middle of the garden, in the dark and she was staring into nothingness. This adrenaline rush began to end. He noticed that it was freezing. <he ran up to Emma and tried to wake her. As he touched her shoulder it seemed that she had been startled awake. She was shaking. She looked at him and began to cry.

He took her into his arms, picked her up and took her to the house. The entire time she just cried. Jens took her to the bathroom where she then proceeded to shower. She was ice cold and her feet were covered in mud.

After her shower Emma went to her side of the bed and layed down. Jens looked at her, he did not know what to say. He felt worry, fear, concern and also relief to see that she was back in bed. At least she was safe for now.

Emma turned to him, pulling the covers to the side. “ Jens, there is something wrong with me. I`m scared.”

He tried to look at her but it was dark. But he could see her laying there. “Don’t worry. Its stress. You haven’t done this before so maybe this was just a one-time thing? If you want, we can call a doctor.”

“ Your wrong. This was not the first time.” Her voice was cold.

“what do you mean this was not the first time?” He replied.

“This has happened to me before. A few weeks ago. And it has happened again. This was the third time this month.” She said quietly.

Shocked and even more worried than before Jens responded, “why didn’t you say anything? You could have gotten hurt.”

Emma turned she was now facing away from him. She was quiet.

“I didn’t want you to worry. Its nothing.” She said to the wall.

He didn’t understand why she didn’t tell him. It is not normal to just suddenly start sleep walking. 

“Please, look at me.” He said. Emma laid there for a moment. After what felt like forever she turned to him.

“Emma. Don’t worry. We will figure it out. We will call a doctor. And we will get through this together. Please don’t hide things like this. You know I love you and I will always be there when you need me. We will figure this out together.” Jen´s words lingered in the night air.

Emma began to cry. Jens wrapped his arms around her and they both drifted into a deep sleep.

It was morning. Jens was in the kitchen. It was 9:00am, on a Saturday. Emma was still sleeping. Jens was looking online for doctors who specialized in sleep disorders. He spent the last hour looking at sites talking about sleep walking, sleep disorders and so on. There were so many things out there. His head began to hurt. He grabbed his coffee and took a sip. It was cold. He got up and walked towards to coffee machine.

This is when Emma walked in. She looked just as tired as the day before.

“Good morning, would you like a coffee?” asked Jens. He turned the coffee machine on and started to make two coffees. He knew what her answer was going to be. She always had coffee once she woke up.

“Yes, please.” She replied tiredly. Her voice was corse but she smiled.

“Are you feeling any better? Where you able to sleep?” He said as he handed her a cup of coffee. As he poured milk into his own cup she said, “Yes I actually did sleep. This coffee is great. Sun is up. Outside looks great lets do something today.”

[seventven]

friendly assistance (ii)

summary: y/n and bucky spend their free evening at a nightclub. john walker has similar plans for the night. y/n and bucky see this as an opportunity to show walker just how uninterested she is in his attempts to flirt with her. things don’t go as planned.

pairing: tfatws!bucky x reader

word count: 1.4k+

warnings: drinking; swearing; public displays of affection; a bit of bump and grind; slight jealousy; uninvited feelings of arousal

a/n: hello i know i was meant to post this like 2 weeks ago but life happened

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“The way he is looking at you is making my blood boil.”

The words were spoken in a low voice and when Y/N looked over her shoulder, the grimace was evident across Bucky’s face. He stood close, a snug, black velvet blazer accentuating his broad shoulders, long fingers wrapped around a glass of rum. His face was illuminated by the red and blue lights flickering across the night club’s dance floor, his eyes dark as he regarded John from across the room.

“Seriously, does he not have anything better to do than ogling you like that? It’s all he has done since we got here.”

Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle, stealing a brief glance in the blonde’s direction. He sat on a stool by the bar, completely ignoring whatever Hoskins was shouting at him over the thrum of the blaring music. The way in which John’s eyes were glued to her, unable to glance away and the bold, flirtatious look in her eyes made her skin crawl.

She turned towards Bucky, a hint of a smirk playing across her painted lips. He was suddenly closer than she remembered; the floor under Y/N’s feet vibrated with every thump, countless sweaty bodies pushing her further and further into him.

“I could say the same thing to you, Buck. You’ve been glaring at him for hours.” 

He released a frustrated breath and took a gulp of his drink, sending one last glare in John’s direction. He almost hissed at the burn of alcohol in his throat. Bucky wished he could get drunk like everybody else and just fucking relax, but with the amount of super soldier serum running through his veins, the task was just about impossible to accomplish. 

“It pisses me off,” he grumbled, voice barely audible over the loud music. He stepped closer, his expression softening when Y/N finally turned to face him fully. He was no longer grinding his teeth but the agitation was evident in his eyes. “I don’t trust him.”

Y/N reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body to his. He quirked an eyebrow inquisitively, one arm sliding around the small of her back and pulling her in closer. Y/N placed a small peck to his stubbly cheek; she wasn’t sure if it was a friendly kiss to comfort and calm him, an invitation to dance, or something done as part of their plan to get Walker to back off. Whatever the reasoning, the gesture was reassuring for them both and Bucky’s eyes fluttered closed for a short second, enjoying the feeling.

When it was over, their bodies flush against each other, swaying to the beat of the music, Bucky brought his lips to her ear. She almost shuddered at the feeling of his hot breath on her skin, goosebumps rising on her flesh.

“He’s staring,” Bucky whispered, his grip on her body tightening. Y/N could feel her heart hammering wildly in her chest; she knew this was all a meaningless plan to get John to leave her alone but the fact did nothing to cease the budding excitement she felt at being so close to Bucky. The alcohol in her system, the thrumming music and the heat radiating from his body made the whole thing way more exciting than it had any right to be. Was she feeling turned on?

Bucky released a tiny chuckle, the sound of which travelled all the way between her thighs. She always found Bucky attractive and enjoyed the innocent intimacy of their friendship, but this was something different. The way his hands held her close, the way his breath by her ear made her skin tingle... It was something else entirely.

“I don’t think he’s buying it.” Bucky cocked his head back to regard her expression. She hoped the flickering lights covered how red her face must have been, her mouth watering at the smell of Bucky’s cologne. He was just so fucking close...

The corner of his lips curved up into a teasing smirk, a hint of mischief in his eyes. 

“Let’s give him a show,” he whispered, and Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. She regarded his expression carefully, unable to form a coherent sentence and when Bucky spun her around and pressed her back to his chest, a gasp fell from her lips.

“What are you doing?” She managed the words weakly. She looked across the dance floor to where John was sitting. He was watching with dark, angry eyes, jaw clenched, his fingers wrapped tightly around a bottle of beer. There was fury and jealousy in the way he watched the scene unfold before him, and Y/N’s lips parted at the feeling of Bucky pressing his mouth to the side of her neck.

“Just relax and play along,” he responded quietly, then took her earlobe between his teeth and tugged. Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed, enjoying the whole thing more than she should have, and found her hips instinctively backing farther into him. Bucky chuckled at the feeling.

“I said play along, Y/N. You don’t have to grind on me in order to get the message across. There’s no need.”

Y/N felt her cheeks heating up, a feeble apology tumbling past her lips.

He kissed her neck slowly, making sure they were positioned in a way which gave John the perfect view. Bucky pressed his tongue flat to her neck, just below her ear, and Y/N’s head fell back onto his shoulder at the feeling. It was only then that Y/N realised how long it had been  since she had received a good fucking.

“Did you just moan?”

Her eyes fluttered open and she tilted her head to look at him. Bucky had an amused little grin playing across his lips and there was something that resembled satisfaction glistening in his eyes. Y/N bit her lip, embarrassed with the way her body was responding to him.

“No, I didn’t,” she protested, and looked away, back towards John. Her face was red and her heart was beating rapidly inside her ribcage. God, this was embarrassing.

“Sure,” he chuckled, evidently disbelieving her protest, but soon dropped the topic, and Y/N couldn’t have been any more thankful. He dipped his head lower and kissed her shoulder. 

Y/N tried to keep her eyes open, to look in John’s direction and to ignore the feeling of Bucky’s lips on her skin, but she just couldn’t do it. There was electricity between them and the arousal in her core continued to grow, demanding to be felt. She closed her eyes again and just revelled in it, her bottom lip between her teeth, desperate not to make a sound. He pulled her in closer.

“If that wasn’t a moan, then why are you grinding your ass on me again?”

Her heart dropped, the subconscious movement of her hips ceasing. 

“I’m not!”

“Don’t lie.”

Growing annoyed, she attempted to step away and put an end to this charade. Clearly, the whole thing just wasn’t going to work out; especially not with Bucky’s constant taunts and her body’s inability to behave itself. It was better to end it now than continue and make it any more awkward.

“I need to get a drink,” she told him, her exasperation evident in her tone. She felt beyond mortified, her cheeks reddening, palms sweating and that horrible feeling of unease making her mouth dry. 

Bucky pulled her in closer, her back pressed flush to his chest. She almost gasped at the force of his grasp.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he whispered in her ear, softly, like he didn’t mind her body’s uninvited response to his touch. There was no longer humour or teasing in his tone, but a gentleness that made her feel like everything was okay. It was reassuring, but Y/N was in too deep in her embarrassment. She needed to get away.

“I need to go,” she stated, ignoring his reassurance and peeling his hands away from her body. 

Bucky only watched as she weaved through the crowd, pushing past dancing, sweaty bodies until she was well away from his hands and the temptation he posed. 

She avoided his gaze, ordering a drink when she finally reached the bar and praying that John wouldn’t try to hit on her again. With the arousal she was feeling, combined with the alcohol running through her veins, she feared she was capable of doing something stupid, something she would regret in the morning. Something like taking him up on his never ending offers. 

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Being Ran Haitani’s FWB (friend w benefits)

A/n: tbh this idea jus sparked in my head while I was going through the TR smut tag sooo yeah 😊 specifically this post by @rxnswhxre this might be OOC but I’m not sure

Content warnings ‼️: Switch!reader switch!Ran, g/n pronouns, female anatomy mentioned, pet names (doll,pretty,gorgeous etc), swearing, consumption of 🍻🍺 , use of 🍃, driving while under the influence, slight possessiveness, jealousy, angry s#x sorta, mutual pining, objectification, creampie, orgasm denial (m receiving), overstimulation (m and f receiving), humiliation? (m receiving), oral (f receiving), vaginal penetration, nipple play ( f receiving) , consensual recording, slapping (m receiving), degrading, praising, cockwarming, aftercare, hurt w comfort, fluffy corny shit. (Lmk if I missed sum)

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You and Ran had been friends for about 2 years give or take, it started off by you two meeting each other at one of those clique high school parties where everyone got wasted and made no good life choices. You had been sitting on top of the kitchen counter observing the scene, people playing beer pong, people daring each other to drink an entire bottle of Sour Puss, and people passed out on the floor, yk the usual. As your legs were swinging boredly from the marble counter your eyes caught sight of a tall figure entering the kitchen, their outfit was trendy and practical. They were wearing brown cargo pants, with a white T-shirt topped with a lighter brown Don Ed Hardy sweater. It certainly caught our attention, you were intrigued. As the figure got closer and you could see their face in the light, you realized that it was a boy with a lazy smile on his face along with blond sections paired with black hair made into two simple French braids. He was handsome to say the least you noted that right behind him was a slightly shorter boy with blue and blond hair with rounded glasses, he was cute but not your type. As you were staring at the doll like boy you made eye contact, his light eyebrows raised curiosity and his lazy smile was replaced with a smirk. You rolled your eyes at his brazen demeanour and sipped whatever fucking shit was in that red solo cup. You did a once over of the place just in case you had been able to spot one of your friends. As you were turning your head to look back into its normal position the tall boy was in front of you. You flinched at the close proximity. Your eyebrows furrowed and your lips were slightly pouting at the sudden surprise.

“Hi doll how are you tonight?” The man spoke up.

“I should be the one calling you doll with those braids.” You retorted.

“Awww what you don’t like them? And here I thought I would look like the prettiest princess at the party.” He playfully said.

You hummed curtly at his joke, it was funny but you wouldn’t show him the satisfaction of knowing that, you knew what kind of guy he was, arrogant, cocky, manipulative, just any negative fuckboy connotation you could think of really.

“You know that you wanted to laugh pretty.” He observed.

“When something is funny I laugh doll.” You smiled condescendingly.

“Okay. Then I’m going to stay here all night with you if I have to just to make your ass laugh.”

You groaned at the statement. “Please don’t.”

“Too bad~ I’m staying ♡.” He sang.

You sighed knowing that he wouldn’t leave you alone, and yet you still refused to give him what he wanted, a guy like this definitely has had everything handed to him on a sliver platter, so why were you going to repeat the cycle?

“So what school do you go to?” He asked.

“Why so you can follow me there too?” You grinned.

“Of course pretty, I’m your new stalker.”

“Great… I hope you’re not another Ted Bundy.”

“Nah I’m Ran Haitani baby, not a pussy little bitch who rapes and kills woman.”

“Wow what an eccentric name for an eccentric person. Also you like true crime?”

“Wow thanks for the compliment pretty. And yeah do you?”

“Your welcome, yeah I do I read a lot of books about it.”

“I like reading but not that kinda stuff, I like listening to podcasts instead.”

“Ooo the little princess likes to read? What genre?”

“Yes I do~ hmm romance fiction.”

“We have a hopeless romantic on our hands don’t we?”

“Yeah, I am, maybe we could be one of those cheesy romance stories love.” He grinned toothily.

“Not a fucking chance Haitani.” You laughed at his corny suggestion.

He frowned at your stubbornness. His eyebrows dropping and rolling his eyes. “You’re so tough to get through- uh… ahaaa.. What’s your name pretty?”

“Wow you had entire fantasy about me and you together and you don’t even know my name? Not very gentlemanly of you Ran.”

“*Tch* it slipped my mind doll “m sorry, but stop being so damn difficult.” He snapped.

You got off the counter in annoyance , he had so much audacity to say that you were fucking difficult when you had no intention of continuing to talk to him in the first place. You were now face to face to him, well more so he was looking down at you while you scowled at him. You both were looking at each other with such annoyance. You grabbed him by his collar and pulled him down to your height,

“ I don’t know who the fuck you think you are Haitani, but I’m not going to sit here and be one of those bimbo bitches you love to play, until you get bored of them and leave to go play the next one. You play women like instruments because as a kid you never got enough attention from your mother and now you resent women because you hold a grudge against her.”

Your words spat venom in the older Haitani’s face, of course you were right but how were you able to figure him out so quickly? He had never liked being proved wrong, he had always remained mysterious, never allowing anyone but his brother get close to him , he didn’t like how you were one of the first people to analyze his weak points perfectly. He was stunned. You were aggravating him.

You scoffed. You were pissed off, no one talked to you like that, you shoved him away from you with all your force and he stumbled on his feet a little bit. You were leaving. You were getting past all the bodies on the floor and still up and about, as you were finally outside of the party walking to where you left your car you felt your wrist got gripped onto and pulled you back against the side of a brick fence wall (yk rich kid neighbourhood) with said wrist being held above your head. Before you could even retaliate the person was speaking,

"No one talks to ME that way, and I know who the fuck I am, I'm Ran Haitani one of the rulers of Roppongi, and I'm not going to take shit from a trashy high schooler."

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You're gonna use your bullshit title against me so I can suck your dick and treat you like a king? Fuck that. Now let go of my wrist before I scream and beat the shit out of your skinny ass." You fumed at the black and blond boy.

Ran let go of your wrist but he kept you enclosed with his arms. "No I just want you to apologize."

"Fuck your apology Annabelle, I'm not giving you shit after the stunts you've pulled in less than A HOUR!" You raged, you just wanted to go home and this mf wasn't letting you. "First off you don't even know my name and yet you've said yours at least 5 times since you're so self centered, second I probably bruised that ego of yours pretty hard if you're going to the extent to harass me." You ranted.

At this point Ran had let his arms flop to his sides and was looking at you with a blank expression, to the unexperienced eye it would've looked like he was unphased at your rambling but Ran had a tell that whenever something irked him or rubbed him the wrong way his left eye would twitch ever so slightly.

"Okay I think we're done here, and if you follow me home shit will go down." You pushed passed him and walked a few more meters to your car, fumbling to grab your keys and unlock the driver seat you heard footsteps coming from the sidewalk (passenger seat side), you groaned. Fuck my life man.

"What's your name?"

Long story short he went home with you and had had sex, well it was hate sex more than anything, consisting of you slapping his pretty face for all the shit he was saying earlier whilst riding him, and him cumming faster than he ever had because of it. Surprisingly he asked for your number and you reluctantly gave it to him, he didn't even ghost you! In fact you guys became very close and sex was a casual thing between the two of you, but never daring to put a label on it or doing that "exclusive" bs.

Fast forward you two being fresh outta high school, you had just recently turned 18 while Ran was 19, you were out in a club in Roppongi that the brothers owned and were partying with said brothers. You had been out for a few hours now, you had been drinking a little bit since it was free (for you anyway) and you were having a friendly conversation with Kakucho, only slightly nipping the surface of each other's pasts. You were laughing at a comment he made since he was surprisingly funny despite his stoic face.

"Hey y/N excuse me I have to go to the restroom really quickly but don't worry I'll be back." The partially blind boy said with a shy grin.

"Don't worry Kaku "m not goin' anywhere, take your time." You smiled back. He thanked you and shuffled passed all the blobs of skin in the area. I wonder where Annabelle is...

Speak of the fucking devil. You spotted the boy at a booth with a fat blunt in between his index and middle finger, with a slut on his thigh. He was clearly chatting her up, and she was eating it up, playfully nudging his shoulder with her cheap ass acrylics and doing that pick me girl laughing. Your blood was rising in heat, you had had countless conversations about what you two were and had always come up with the same conclusion "just friends that fuck from time to time", you knew that Ran would fuck other people and so did you, but you never had the audacity to try to make him jealous or rub it in his face that you were with other people occasionally. You were trying to calm yourself down and breath deeply but your jealousy and anger got the best of you. You stood up from your seat and began walking over to the booth. Ran spotted you coming and had that aloof lazy smile on his face.

"Hi y/N what's wrong? Do you need something?" He asked unconcerned, yes he admits that he immediately noticed the anger on your face how could he not've? You had gotten mad at him countless times, but he didn't want to cause a scene or bring it up in front of the pretty bimbo bitch on his thigh.

"Yes something is wrong Haitani, and you know what it is." You hissed, whilst looking up and down at the girl more clearly, she was blonde, her makeup was baky, her falsies inner corners nearly falling off her eyes, her tits were huge, and her grimy paws were resting atop Ran's chest.

"I'm afraid I'll need more information to know what's upsetting you y/N." He simply said taking a hit from the blunt. "I'm sorry baby she's bothering us at the moment but let me sort this out." He turned to the blonde as he playfully kneaded the fat of her hip and thigh.

He swore he saw literal flames in your eyes when you saw him do that.

"You know what Haitani? You're a fucking bitch and I hope you get a STI from this slutty whore" You stepped forward and left hooked his ass. The side of his face landed smack down on the granite table dropping the blunt on the seat, the blonde gasped and began to panic. You had to shut her up before people noticed what was going on.

"Shut the fuck up bitch." You lifted your right hand and backhand slapped her, she fell on the floor and seemed to be knocked out from one slap. You huffed and picked up the still lit up blunt from the chair and turned on your heel to leave. Fuck this shit, I'm done with Ran he can suck a cock and die.

You walked out of the club with being halfway done with the blunt. You exhaled and asked the valet to grab you your car. Funny story Ran got it for you on your 17th birthday saying "the  piece of junk you're driving right now isn't enough for you pretty."

"Thanks." You said directly to the valet boy and subconsciously indirectly at Ran’s grand gesture. You hopped inside. Thankfully you were only 20 minutes away from your apartment. Wow y/N driving while high? So responsible of you.

"Go fuck yourself." The weed the Haitani's bought was no joke, you could green out off of just 3 hits if you weren't careful, but right now your entire being was filled with pure hatred for the eldest brother, so you couldn't care less.

Back at the club Ran quickly recovered from your unexpected hit, he had gotten hit by you before and at times he thought you were stronger than South, he knew this punch would leave a mark. The blonde was on the floor and you were gone, with his blunt at that. Fuck I have to go see them, I might've fucked up bad this time.

Ran let Rindou know that he was heading out to go find you he understood, knowing that your guys' relationship had always been turbulent. Ran left the club in his black maserati and speeded to your apartment.

Your mind was heavy but your mind was still hyper aware of the entire situation, you couldn't even remember how you had managed to park or how you'd gotten to your floor, or even when or if you had finished the blunt, but you did. You struggled with unlocking the front door but managed after what felt like 20 minutes. You locked the door behind you and slipped off your shoes. You were desperate to take of your clothes since they felt so overbearing on your skin. Your clothes were scattering across your floor and you were left in only your purple lacy panties, I wonder who bought you those too...

Ran finally arrived at your place under the span of 10 minutes since he sped through the streets of the district he had lived in since birth, the people at the frontdesk knew who he was and let him onto your floor no questions asked.

He got to your door and of course it was locked. He quickly got out the key he had copied without your knowledge and unlocked it. He locked the door once again and walked down the hallway to pick up the clothes you had stripped earlier, first thing he noted was the stench of za coming from your clothes.

He continued walking down the hall and turned to go to the bedroom he had been in a multitude of times. There he found you sprawled on your bed with your tits out and the dim lamp on your desk shining at the ceiling. Your face was blank until you realized there was someone at your doors. You promptly covered your chest and went to see who the culprit was.

"Oh... it's you. How the hell did you get into my home?"

"Not important. But what the fuck was that stunt you pulled back there y/N? Clocking me in the face and then running off?"

"I believe in getting rid of any toxic and negative energies in my life, since my higher self works better like that." You stated, with your eyes squinting attempting to see Ran's face better.

"I don't know what you just said, but you're always so outta pocket, I don't even know why I still fuck with you if I'm being honest."

"ME? Being fucking outta pocket Ran? That's hilarious, you were the one feeling up on some bitch who you had probably met 5 minutes before, being fully aware that I was there."

" I wasn't the one flirting with Kakucho at the bar and laughing at all his remarks like a cock hungry slut. But then again that is all you are right y/N?"

At this point you had given up on trying to hide your breasts from him and crawled off your bed to confront him face first.

"I don't know what your mentally deficient brain is thinking but I wasn't flirting with Kakucho, I was having a conversation with him, but you wouldn't know what that is since you're always thinking with your dick." You barked.

"Yeah this dick that you're obsessed with you fucking whore. And yeah I could see the look in your eyes when you were talking to him, all lovesick and desperate for his cock, which probably is like 3 inches might I add."

Your face was heating up at the preposterous words the lavender eyed man was spewing at you. You slapped him with anger and while he was holding his cheek in pain you spun him around and shoved him down on your bed. You crawled on top of him and restrained his arms with your legs.

"Someone seems to be insecure aren't you Haitani? Worried that I'd get hooked on his big fat cock and leave him for you? hm?" Your arms were crossed waiting for his response.

His pale skin was marked red with your handprint.

"Answer me Haitani."

"No why the hell would I be jealous of Kakucho? My penis is bigger than his and he gets no bitches." He criticized.

You wanted to test his limits. "Okay well you got me curious Haitani."

"What?"

You reached over to grab your cellphone from under your pillow, you went to Kakucho's number who you've never talked to and began recording a video.

"Hi Kaku "m sorry for leaving you at the club and I'm sorry for bothering you but you see we have an insecure boy here," you hovered the phone in Ran's cherry red face, "and he was saying how we were flirting tonight you know like we always do," you said sarcastically, "and then he brought up how his dick is bigger than yours, and I just wanted to see if that was true..."

You got off of Ran and noticed the bulge in his slack. "Ha. I'm the slut Ran? You're the one getting off to me recording this and sending it to Kakucho."

"You wouldn't fucking dare y/N." He warned.

You harshly slapped his cock through his layers. "Fuck-" He winced.

"I would Haitani and you know it." You unbuttoned his slacks and unzipped them. His grey Calvin Klein boxers had a wet spot in them. You cupped his heavy balls and squeezed. He sucked in a breath and clenched his jaw with sealed shut eyes. Finally you forcefully pulled down his underwear and low and behold Ran Haitani's 7 inch dick, the very one you had been stuffed to the hilt with numerous times. It was rock hard but because of its sheer girth (3 inches wide) and length it curved to the left. You flicked the tip and his pelvis sprung up wanting more friction. How needy.

"Kakucho if I'm being honest you've always given me big dick vibes and you could probably outdo Ran's, maybe not in girth but that's okay I don't mind."

You turnt over the phone to ensure that the back camera got a full view of your breasts and lower half of your face, with a sultry smile you tweaked your nipples and kneaded the flesh. You breathed softly and shallowly. Ran was looking at you in awe he felt his dick twitching at the site of you playing with yourself.

"Anyways Kaku, I hope you take me up on my offer, I'm getting sick of this Haitani. Goodnight~" You stopped recording and pressed send, hopefully he wouldn't mind the unsolicited dick and tit video...

You threw your phone back under your pillow and turned to Ran, his tip was leaking desperately for any kind of touch but he knew when you got like this he wasn't allowed to touch himself. But he wasn't about to beg for it.

You sighed, "what am I going to do with you Haitani? Hm?" He stayed silent. He was angry that you had sent that video to his fellow colleague and even out on a show for said colleague. He was jealous.

He huffed and was going to get up until you pushed him back down by his chest. "I didn't say you could get up. You wanted to come into my apartment uninvited, and now you'll leave when I tell you to."

You crawled back on top of the red boy and placed your arms on the sides of his head.

"After this Haitani I swear to god that we're done." You slipped off your panties and without warning, sank down on his length. You both gasped, his cock had always been a tight squeeze. Ran was going to place his hands on your hips but you quickly slapped his hands away.

"I didn't say you could fucking touch me, you're just a toy I want to use tonight." You spat. He whimpered. You could be so mean.

You placed your hands flat against his lean chest and began to move back up, your walls were clenching around his cock and Ran loved the feeling of your ribbed walls rubbing on his dick. You slammed down again and you moaned while he hissed. You began to grind back and forth on him to get you to your high not caring if he did.

"Fuck..." He groaned, you were going too slow. He bucked his hips up to find more friction. You stopped. You scowled at him and slapped him again.

"Fuck!" He came.

"You're such a fucking slut Ran, cumming inside me just from slapping you? You barely lasted 5 minutes. You're so fucking pathetic." You spat. You began moving up and down again, he didn't even let you cum yet.

"Fuck! "M still sensitive! Please please please stop."

"Shut the fuck up." You were desperately trying to get an orgasm so you began stimulating your nipples and leaned your chest down in front of Ran's face. "Make yourself useful and suck. And rub my clit." You demanded. Ran did as he was told relieved that you were letting him touch you now. He reached under your bodies and took his thumb to start teasing your clit as he was swirling one of your nipples in his mouth while he pulled at the other. You grabbed onto his hair, grinding on like a bitch in heat, with each roll of your hips Ran's fingers became faster on your clit and he began biting down on your areola, his dick was aching from the over stimulation.

" "M gonna-gonna cum again y/N, fuck you feel so good fuck fuck fuck." He cursed while still slurping on your nipple as if you were to lactate.

You were so close but you couldn't let this bastard get another orgasm while you were still attempting to get your first one. You tugged your breasts away from the man and got off his cock immediately. There was a ring of his cum at the base of his cock and his sperm was oozing out of your hole.

"W-why'd you stop?? I was doing everything you told me to do." He whimpered, his high ripped away from him.

"No you didn't. Did I ever say you could cum? No. You're such a whore who only wants to get his dick wet. You don't even fucking care about my needs." His cum was dripping onto his stomach while you waddled over him on your knees. You untied his braids to let his died hair flow over the comforter. You but the hair ties on your wrist then hovered your bare cunt over his face. Ran knew what you wanted and pulled you down by your hips so you were sitting on his face completely. He began swirling his tongue around your hole, being able to taste his spunk. You needed more, you began grinding on his pretty face, you were groaning, frustrated at his slow pace. Ran noticed your impatience and moved to lap at your clit, at first he was giving it simple kitten licks, seeing how far he could test you. You began whimpering moving your hips harder. Ran slapped your ass rather harshly you yelped in surprise and lifted your hips off of his face, which he then took that as the opportunity to prod two of his fingers into your cunt. He began curling the tips of his fingers inside your cunt to then begin moving them side to side rapidly, while simultaneously moving his hand in and out of your cunt. Once he got a steady pace going he moved his mouth to your clit and latched onto it, as if he was making out with it. The lewd sounds of your pussy overpowering all your senses and the only sound other sound in the room was Ran's mouth. He was licking long strips against your cunt while his hand was leaking with your arousal, still keeping the rapid pace inside your wall.

"Fuck! Ngh— hah— fuck this is all you're good for H- Haitani, make me cum, make me cum, make me cum please please please." You chanted desperately, your hands planted against the wall to keep you from falling.

"I love this fucking pussy y/N..." He was sucking onto your clit, breathing heavily. "It never fails to make me cum so fast, you're so beautiful." He preached.

"Sh-shut up nghhh—ahh-haa." You moaned you were so close. " "M so close Ran please please."

Ran was pleased that the furious formality slipped from your fucked out brain and referred to him by his first name, therefore he thought you were ready for three of his fingers now. Prodding his index finger inside your vagina, the newfound thickness and deepness inside of you made his fingers perfectly hit your g spot once perfectly curling upwards.

"S-SHIT! Ha- nghhh oh my fucking god, oh my god." You came finally letting go, your hands could no longer support you and your body slumped on the bed. Ran was still drinking up your release, he took his fingers out of your cunt, it felt empty now. He was overstimulating you as his mouth latched onto your hymen as his tongue prodded at your vagina to make sure he didn't waste a single drop.

"I fucking love this pussy, I would die in it if I could." He was saying it more to it than you, but your mind was fuzzy and your body felt heavy and his words were muffled.

"S-stop, R-Ran "m sensitive, please, "m gonna cum again." He only hummed in response, the vibrations going to your labias, which made your body jolt up and gasp softly. He was licking at your clit again trying to get another orgasm from you to see you crumble like he always loved to see. His tongue had always been a good attribute of his, despite his jaw almost locking he still kept up with his pace on your bud of nerves. You could feel the knot in your stomach undoing itself, you had a coat of sweat on your hairline, your whole body was hot.

"Fuck..." You breathed softly, "d-don't stop Ran please "m close so close."

"I wasn't planning on stopping pretty." He said under his breath. A few more licks to your clitoris and you came again, with a loud whimper and out of breath. Ran again was taking in everything you gave him, slowly coercing you down from your second high. You slowly got off of him and laid beside him in the bed. You turned to look at him and his chin was glistening with your slick and a relaxed smile was on his face.

"I hate you." Your eyes started welling up with tears, your eyes becoming glossy, you sniffled as you covered your arm over your mouth. Ran turned to look at you and propped himself up on his elbow to look at you better. The tears were now rolling down your cheeks.

"Hey, hey baby what's wrong? Why're you crying?" He asked concerned.

You took in breaths of air trying to say the words without sounding like a complete idiot out of breath. "I-I hate that I'll never be able to let go of you... even after you get sick of me I'll still be in love with you..."

Ran's eyes widened at your sudden confession, he wiped his chin off on his forearm and spoke, "y/N... I'd never get sick of you." His eyebrows furrowed at the very thought. "I've loved you since the first time I got into your car after that night... you're so beautiful and intelligent, I could write essays on how much I love you and why." He rambled.

"Then why haven't you ever asked me out on a proper date? Or asked me to be your partner? You've only shown me your 'love' through materialistic things Ran... how am I supposed to believe you?"

"I'm an asshole, an idiot, a bastard, but I never want you to think that I don't love you y/N. I was afraid you'd say no if I asked, or you'd be weirded out if I showed you how I truly feel and care about you, so gifts were the only way I knew how to show you."

"You should've just had the balls and told me. You shouldn't have had to make me go crazy over you.." You sniffled. Ran opened his arms signalling for you to let him hold you, you shuffled into Ran's warm arms as he gently wrapped them around your bare back. He kissed the top of your head as he threaded your hair through his fingers.

"I'm sorry y/N, but I'm telling you now and I hope you'll still take me..." He whispered onto the top of your scalp.

"I'd always take you Haitani under any circumstances. And I still hate you for that." You giggled drily.

"Come on baby let's have a nice bath yeah?"

You hummed in agreement. Ran got up from the bed pulled down his pants and boxers till he was completely nude like you. He opened his arms again and you stood up on the bed and then wrapped yourself around Ran's body like a koala. He held you up by your thighs and began walking to the washroom. He started running hot water in the tub. While you two were waiting for it to fill up you stayed in his arms in comfortable silence sat on the toilet. You were tired and Ran was exhausted. He turnt off the tap and slowly put you in, the water soothed your sore limbs.

"Come in Ran, want you here with me please." He didn't even hesitate before he was going inside right behind you. You leaned back on his lean chest and sighed, you looked up at him to find that he was already looking down at you, you blushed at how intently he was staring at you. He then kissed your forehead softly. You smiled warmly. You turned around and faced him, he looked surreal, his blond and black hair flowing down his shoulders, as his violet eyes looked at you so tenderly with his infamously lazy smile. You took your hands and placed them on both sides of his cheeks, gently rubbing your thumbs over his cheekbones. You leaned in and pecked his lips lovingly. He pulled you in so your legs were over his waist and placed his index finger under your chin and kissed you again, no tongue, no teeth, just pure love and soft lips against each other's. You pulled away and realized how close his cock was to your cunt, you put your hand under the water and took his penis in your hand, you felt it grow in your hand and you laughed.

"I wanna have your dick in me while we wash each other's hair, can we?" You asked looking up at him with doe eyes.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." He agreed. You lifted yourself up from your knees as he held onto your ass, Ran gradually slid you down on his length, you both groaned at the feeling. Once you were full to the hilt with his member you reached behind him and grabbed his preferred shampoo and conditioner. He grinned as you showed him.

"You've been waiting for this haven't you?"

"Maybe..." You cheekily replied.

Ran placed a hand on the middle of your back as he reached over to grab your preferred shampoo. You both smiled at each other as you gave a kiss to each corner of his lips. You both opened the caps of the shampoos and lathered it compassionately in one another's scalps and ends. The whole time you held eye contact in the comfortable stillness of your apartment. After you finished with the shampoo you both cupped the bath water and poured it over the other's head, it was a slow process but neither of you complained. Then came the conditioner, you squirted some into your palm and began putting it into his hair as he liked, he was always very nit-picky about his hair so you memorized his routine and all, you put the conditioner all over his head but the roots of his scalp, and you paid close attention to the ends.

"Wow y/N you know everything about me, since the first time we met you figured me out faster than anyone ever had, even Rindou still has trouble with that, but you... you and I have always just gotten each other..."

"I've always been good at reading people Ran, but you were just one of those people I chose to overanalyze and allow into my life." You rinsed the excess conditioner off your hands under the bubbly water. Ran followed after. You both were ready to rinse off the product. You reached over to unplug the tub and let the used water drain, calmly Ran lifted the both of you up with you still on his cock and turned on the shower. The hot water was cascading over your bodies, you affectionately lathered off the conditioner from the boys two toned hair and then threaded your fingers through it to feel it's softness.

"I'm gonna let you down on your feet again okay doll?" You smiled at the old pet name and nodded. Inch by inch he pulled you off his member and you whines at the feeling of emptiness while he winced. Once you were back on your feet you looked up at him as he took his hands into your hair to rinse off the product. Now all that was left was to wash your bodies properly.

You were back in your room and Ran had changed into some boxers he had left at your place who knows how long ago while you were in one of his casual oversized shirts. Ran got into your warm bed first and welcomed you in as he spooned you, you found your phone under your bed and was fretted with seven messages, four from Kakucho, and three from Rindou, your eyes widened at the realization from earlier but dismissed it as a problem the future you would have to deal with. For now you and Ran basked in each other's presence his arm was wrapped around your waist as you held his hand with his leg over your hips and his head laying on your head.

"So... are we officially dating now y/N?"

[nothinghcppens]

bad liar - pietro maximoff

masterlist

pair: pietro maximoff x female!reader

summary: y/n is the new addition to the avengers, she was introduced to tony stark by nick fury who had heard of her special abilities after she was seen saving a building of people from an attack. when she gets introduced to the team she is taken in immediately, but others seem to not be as keen to get to know her.

warnings: swearing, mentions of trauma

“right, y/n.” tony stark said to you as he led you up the stairs of the avengers tower, “there’s going to be a lot of people here, it might be overwhelming. try not to freak out.”

“i promise you i’ll be fine, it’s them i’m worried about. have you told them what’s wrong with me?” you replied, following behind him. he stopped outside a large foggy glass door.

“there’s nothing wrong with you. these guys are the freaks.” he joked with a slight grin. you rolled your eyes and shook your head. the bearded man, who you had already began to enjoy the company of, placed his hand on your shoulder. “come on kid, let’s make a good first impression.” he pushed open the door and walked in, you stepping in behind him.

the room went silent as the large group of people looked at you. they were sat on the two sofas, a few on the floor. you immediately recognised a few of them, steve rogers and natasha romanoff stood out amongst the crowd, you saw them on the news all the time.

“okay losers, meet y/n y/l/n. she’s our new recruit.” he announced as he clapped his hands together. they all stood up and approached you, you’re eyes widening. you’re eyes scanned the group, now seeing clint barton and sam wilson. standing at the back of the group were a brunette girl and a blonde boy and floating slightly to the left was a red man with a mysterious glowing gem in his head.

“you probably already know steve, natasha, clint and sam.” tony said, gesturing towards them.

“yep, you’re pretty famous round these parts.” you explained, causing laughter from each of them.

“nice to meet you, y/n.” steve greeted, putting out his hand for you to shake.

you glanced at tony before taking his hand and shaking it lightly. “very... formal.” you noted with a grin.

“he’s very traditional.” tony commented, his smile copying yours.

“who’s the red dude?” you asked. the group let out a collective chuckle.

“vision, but the red dude works too.” he said, lowering himself to the ground.

“at the back we have the twins. come on you two, introduce yourselves.” tony called. the two pushed their way to the front, the girl with a smile on her face.

“i’m wanda, very excited to be working with you.” she said. you smiled and looked to the scowling boy next to wanda.

“pietro.” he stated. he was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a tight fitting t-shirt that accentuated his arms and chest. he was very attractive.

“well, can’t please everyone.” you commented, noting his cold demeanour.

they all eventually made their way to the couches again, everyone wanting to get to know you. tony had gave you a coffee and you sat on the carpet with your back against the sofa. wanda and nat joined you on the floor and the rest sat on the leather sofas.

“so, y/n.” nat started, glancing around at the team. “what’s your special talent?”

“i thought you told them?!” you exclaimed at tony.

“i didn’t say that!” he replied, chuckling. you groaned and stood up, ready to showcase your “special talent”.

“i need a volunteer.” you announced with a smirk, “or multiple.” confused looks were shared between the team. “fine. i’ll choose. wanda, steve and mr grumpy over there.” you said, pointing at pietro. he seemed to clearly not like you, so why not annoy him a little.

the three of them stood up and you led them to a clear space in the room. “who wants to go first?” you asked. tony leant back on the char as steve stepped forward, ready for the show. “go on then captain, give me your best shot.” you teased, throwing your arms up in a fighting stance.

a smile grew on his face and he went to throw a punch with his ‘super solider strength’ but you caught his arm and spun him around, pulling his arm behind him. you felt his strength flow through you as you ‘copied’ his powers. your knee flew up and hit his back, causing him to grunt and fall to the floor.

“okay so what? you can fight, there’s plenty of people like that here.” pietro commented with a scoff. his sokovian accent was thick but his english was fantastic.

“fine then, speedy. your turn.” you stated and steve stood up and laughed. “sorry captain, someone had to go first.” he retreated back to the group, taking his seat again. you took a step to the side, now standing in front of pietro who was glaring you down. you beckoned him with your hands and he cracked his neck before starting in a run towards you. you focused your mind on him and you mimicked his powers, running away at his pace. you ended up behind him and he stopped, confused. he turned around and you saw his eyebrows furrow. he ran towards you again but you sped towards him and grabbed his wrist from behind him, preventing him from moving any further.

“what the fuck?” he cursed, looking at you with anger in his eyes.

“aw what? mad that you aren’t the only fast one anymore?” you taunted, a dramatic pout on your face. he scoffed and ripped his hand from your grip, stomping back to the team. “i don’t think he likes me very much.” you could see tony’s amused face from where he sat, he sent you a wink and you turned to face wanda who was buzzing with excitement.

“is he always like that?” you asked, gesturing towards the blonde boy.

“only when he feels intimidated.” she replied, her accent similar to her brother’s.

“you ready?” you questioned.

“always.” she said, her hands glowing red.

you concentrated on her, absorbing her abilities. your hands began to glow the same red as hers and you flicked your hand towards her, lifting her from the floor. she retaliated by thrusting her hand at you, causing you to be thrown against the wall. you pushed yourself up and tossed her across the room where she landed at the team.

“ta-dah!” you said with a dramatic curtsy.

“copying people’s abilities. i like you kid.” sam announced, standing up and helping wanda get to her feet. he walked over to you and clapped his hand on your shoulder, “i think this calls for a celebration. after y/n gets settled in, let’s crack open the drinks!” everyone cheered in agreement.

“we’ll take you to your room.” nat explained with wanda at her side. you were shown to your room where all your belongings had been brought up.

your two new friends helped you choose an outfit for the night and sat with you while you got ready.

“don’t you two need to get ready?” you asked as you applied a thin layer of lip gloss.

“we don’t need to rush, steve and pietro take longer than everyone combined to get ready.” nat replied with a laugh.

———

the bar area of the tower was lit dimly and was filled with people you had never seen before along with your new team members. music played softly over the chatter of people around the room. you were wearing a black slip dress and heels, getting dressed up wasn’t something you got to do enough. you spot steve, sam and pietro at the bar, fixing your dress you made your way over to them.

“good evening boys.” you greeted, sliding in beside steve. he was wearing a blue button up shirt, sam a white shirt and black suit jacket and pietro was wearing a black shirt a few buttons undone, tucked into black trousers. his platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes stood out against his dark attire. if he wasn’t such a moody brat, you’d maybe appreciate how attractive he was.

“hello, y/n.” sam said with a large smile.

“you look lovely, y/n.” steve complimented.

“thank you cap, shame you’re just a few hundred years too old for me.” you joked, placing your hand on his shoulder. the two let out a laugh and you looked at pietro, his eyes trained on you.

“hey grumpy, enjoying your night?” you asked with your eyebrows raised.

he rolled his eyes, “i was.”

you let out a gasp of shock, placing your hand on your chest. “i’m not entirely sure what i did to piss you off so much, pietro, but can’t you just reign it in for one night? i mean this is my night after all.”

he huffed in response. “is it because i embarrassed you earlier?” you taunted.

“no it’s because i don’t trust you.” he spat.

“ding ding ding! there it is!” you exclaimed. sam cleared his throat, signalling to steve that they should probably leave.

“we’ll go get you a drink kid, don’t go too hard on him.” he said, walking away. steve followed behind him.

“so, why don’t you trust me?” you questioned, leaning against the bar.

“i don’t trust many people.” he explained, taking a sip from his drink. he sat it on the bar before looking back at you.

“what about all them?” you asked, gesturing to the room. you took his glass in your hand and took a sip, seeing his looks of protest. “what? i don’t think they’re actually getting me a drink, they’re just not wanting to stand they’re awkwardly.”

“they saved my life.” he replied.

“so for you to trust me i need to save your life?” you said, turning to face him.

“yup.” he stated, popping the ‘p’. he took his glass back from your hand.

“oh come on.” you groaned, “there’s nothing else i can do? i mean we’re even matching outfits tonight! i think that means we are immediately friends.”

he looked between the two of you, his eyes glancing up and down your body. “he so we are.” he chuckled.

“see! you’re already warming up to me.” you teased, taking his glass again and gulping down the drink.

“you wish.” he replied. you scoffed and gave him the glass back.

“so, what’s sokovia like?” you asked, trying to get to know the mysterious man.

“well now, nonexistent. but from what i remember it was... home. i mean, i only got to experience it for a short amount of time before hydra took us.” he explained.

you sighed, “i heard about that. that sucks. well if it makes you feel any better after my parents found out about my abilities, they locked me up and stopped me from leaving so i couldn’t hurt anyone.”

“really?” he questioned.

“yup.” you replied, mocking the same way he answered earlier. “wow look at us, trauma-bonding. i’m telling you, warming up to me!” you said in a sing-song voice.

“oh shut up.” he laughed.

“is that a laugh i hear brother?” wanda called as she approached them, followed by other members of the team.

“wow kid, you really know how to get people to like you.” tony said.

“i can’t help it. i’m just so charming.” you replied.

the team stayed with you for a long time, everyone talking and laughing. an hour or so passed and everyone had made their way to the couches they found themselves on not long ago. this time you were sat on the couch instead of the floor, the cool leather against your legs. you were sat in the middle of sam and pietro, enjoying watching the team tell stories of their battles. they eventually made their way to the topic of the battle of sokovia that they hid recently been through. you felt pietro tense next to you- he clearly didn’t enjoy hearing about his near-death experience.

“hey, do you want to get some fresh air?” you whispered into his ear. he nodded slightly and you stood up, reaching your hand out for him to grab. you helped him to his feet and announced that you were going to get drinks.

you led him out of the warm room and up to your room which was equipped with a balcony. you pushed open the glass doors and felt the cold, fresh air fill your lungs.

“much better.” you stated, leaning on the railing. “are you okay?” you asked, feeling pietro’s presence behind you.

“i am now. i’m just not ready to talk about it yet.” he explained, “thank you.” he muttered.

“what was that?” you queried, looking over your shoulder at him.

“nothing.” he replied.

“no. i heard a thank you!” you declared.

“nope. you did not!” he exclaimed, his eyes filled with mischief.

“you’re a bad liar.”

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since the night of the party, you and pietro have been inseparable. you guys train together, eat meals together and you introduced him to all your favourite films. the rest of the team were sick of seeing you guys with each other. no one could get a minute alone with either of you.

“i can’t believe you hated me when i first arrived.” you said, throwing a piece of popcorn at his hair. you two had been watching the maze runner films, as per your request, and were midway through the scorch trials.

“seriously? it’s been 6 months and you’re still not letting that go?” he joked, throwing it back at you.

“nope. you hated me. just because i ran faster than you.” you bit, a sly grin growing on your face.

“you did not! how dare you y/n!” he growled.

“i did! but since you’re too proud to admit it, let’s try again.” you suggested. he raised his eyebrows.

“are you sure you want to test me, princessa?” he questioned, his nickname for you that had become a recent thing. you absolutely adored it when he spoke sokovian. you adored many things about him, his cheeky comebacks, his sarcastic humour, his laugh, his eyes, okay so a lot of things. you had been pushing down any possible feelings towards him, there was no way he felt the same for you.

“oh i do.” you replied, placing the bowl of popcorn on the table, pausing the film and standing up. he followed suit and walked closely behind you as you led him outside.

“what’re you two up to?” cap asked when you walked past him.

“proving to him that i’m faster.” you answered.

“my money’s on y/n!” clint shouted from the floor above.

“same!” chorused nat, sam and tony.

“wanda?” pietro asked.

“same!” she said, peering over the railing. you let out a large laugh as you saw his shocked expression.

you walked out to the courtyard, the sun beating down on your face. pietro stopped very close behind you, his breath hot on your neck.

“you ready?” he mumbled into your ear. his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

you cleared your throat, “yup.” taking a deep breath you turned around to face him. he was a lot closer than you thought. his blue eyes seemed even more beautiful in the sun. you took his wrist in your hand and felt power flow through you. there are many ways that you could copy people’s powers, most of the time when they are in front of you and are about to use their powers on you, you can just imitate their abilities. but you could also touch them and copy them that way.

“to the bench?” you asked, letting go of him.

“sounds good.” he replied, taking his place next to you,

steve and sam were stood at the door, watching intently at the interaction.

“count us down steve?” you called over your shoulder.

“3...2...” he began.

“you know piet,” you said, looking at him,.

“1!” steve shouted.

“you have really beautiful eyes.” you added as you broke into a fast sprint, blue light trails following behind you. you heard his startled gasp before he ran after you. your plan to distract him had clearly worked and you got a head start. you stopped at the bench and plopped yourself down, a second before pietro.

“you cheated!” he complained.

“no, i played smart.” you protested. you stood up to walk away for dramatic effect but pietro appeared in front of you with a gush of wind.

“no. you cheated.” he said, taking a step closer.

“i didn’t.” you replied, “steve! sure i didn’t cheat?”

“don’t bring me into this kid!” he called back, him and sam leaving you guys alone.

“see, even cap thinks you cheated.” pietro stated.

“i can’t help that you got distracted by my charm.” you teased.

he groaned and suddenly bent down and scooped you up, over his shoulder. “pietro maximoff put me down!” you squealed, hitting your hands off his back. he ignored your protests and ran around, whistling a faint tune.

“piet please!” you begged, laughter straining your voice. he stopped and threw you off his shoulder but before you landed on the ground you grabbed his t-shirt and pulled him down with you. you landed on the grass with a thud and a wheeze as he landed on top of you. he went limp and let all of his weight lie on you.

“get off me!” you shouted, laughing heavily.

“i’m quite comfortable actually.” he said. his voice was muffled from his head being nestled in the crook of your neck. his breath tickled your neck. you brought your hands up and placed them in his hair, tugging him up so he could look at you.

“piet i’m going to kill you. get. up.” you growled. his signature smirk grew on his face, clearly trying to annoy you. your eyes fell to his lips but you blinked quickly and met his eyes. his smile grew even wider, he noticed your glance.

“looks like you’re going to have to kill me. i’m not moving.” he replied.

“god i hate you.” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“no you don’t.” you said, pushing himself up on his arms so he was now hovering above you.

“yes i do.” you protested, folding your arms across your chest.

“i really don’t think you do.” he replied, lowering himself closer to you slightly.

you forced a frown on to your face and glared up at him, “fuck off.” you muttered.

he gasped, “fuck off? that’s not very nice.”

“you’re not very nice.” you retaliated.

“ouch.” he said, the smile still present on his face.

“can you get up now?” you asked.

“fine.” he replied, getting up and taking your hand. he pulled you up harshly and you crashed into his chest.

“you are pushing my limits today maximoff.” you said, pushing yourself free from his grip. but it’s never that easy with pietro, he grabbed your wrist. “what the fuck is wrong with-“

he stopped you from finishing your sentence by pulling you in and pressing his lips against yours. you immediately melted at his touch. his hands moved to your waist and yours moved round the back of his neck, into his hair. he pulled you closer, you felt his rough stubble brush against your face. you both pulled back, breathing deeply.

“still hate me?” he whispered.

“yup.” you breathed. you let out a laugh.

“now you’re the bad liar.” he said.

“tony! i’ll take that $20!” you heard sam shout. you both looked up to see him standing on a balcony.

“he made the first move? really?!” tony replied. he jogged out next to sam.

“proud of you speedy!” sam called.

“you better watch it bird man, i can be up there and you’ll be over the edge faster than you can blink!”

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Nemesis: Retribution (3)

Summary: 10 years after the Avengers had left you for dead during a mission gone wrong, you unexpectedly re-enter their lives. Wholly unrecognizable from the person they used to know and now with a new team behind you, they ask for your help to stop a chain of syndicates who were manufacturing and peddling the super soldier serum. You were determined to say no until the chance at the vengeance you had been chasing for years was added to the offer.

Fandoms: Avengers, Marvel, MCU, The Punisher, Daredevil

Pairings: Female Reader x (Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Pietro Maximoff)

Warnings: EVENTUAL SMUT. SHAMELESS SEXUAL BEHAVIOURS. (18+ ONLY), polyamorous relationships, reverse harem, blatant disregard for canon timelines and events, lots of angst, Punisher canon level of violence and gore, strong language, mentions of trauma, character death, fluff if you squint

A/N: We’re playing fast and loose with canon here people. Also thank you for the interactions. I love reading what you think and it helps me write the next chapters better. Also, I enjoy having someone to freak out with. Highlight of my life I swear to god. Enjoy!

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Natasha stormed off the jet and into the conference room where she knew the rest of the team were waiting for them, fury radiating from her small frame. Catching sight of her target only made her grow angrier. She immediately ran up to Steve and growled up in his face causing him to immediately take a step back. Sam and Bucky were immediately alarmed, standing up to intervene and the latter's black vibranium arm whirring in preparation but Steve held up a hand to stop them.

"What the hell, Rogers? You send me on a mission with zero intel and this is what I find? Did you know?"

Steve's eyes narrowed down at her, the thick beard and longer hair adding even more to his already commanding presence. He knew exactly what Natasha was talking about and he did expect her to react this way.

"I wasn't sure, Nat. And I didn't want to get anyone's hopes up if I was wrong."

"And if you were right?" she scoffed.

Steve swallowed hard before he answered, the blue in his eyes calming considerably. "I thought the three of you deserved to be the first to know."

"What the hell is going on?" Bucky asked, arms crossed on his chest and brows deeply furrowed. They didn't even know about any mission.

Natasha chuckled humorlessly and backed off from Steve. She ran a hand through her hair, the red bleeding into the old blonde color, and gestured toward the door at the approaching people.

"Well you weren't wrong, Steve."

Shock.

That was the overall theme of the day it seemed. None of them could hardly believe that you were actually standing at the doorway. It's been ten long years and you were like the ghost haunting their dreams during that time, a pure and kind soul taken far too soon. Hell, they told stories about your selfless sacrifice to the new recruits. You had unknowingly become a legend.

A legend turned ghost story.

Now you looked more like a nightmare; dried blood caked your clothes and skin, a cold smirk lifting the corner of your lips, and a dangerous unhinged glint in your eyes.

"Well, I'll be damned," Sam breathed. "Y/N?"

"Hey, Sam," you said, the almost flirtatious lilt in your voice sending a shiver down their spines. "I go by Nemesis now."

"Nemesis?" Bucky snapped out of his daze, brows raised high and his jaw clenched, features seen clearer now with his shorter hair. "The notorious mercenary Nemesis?"

"I prefer private contractor."

While they had been honoring your memory, you had been building a ruthless reputation of your own that was widely considered on par in violence with The Punisher but with the added disturbing fact that you could be hired. Of course, no one but a select few knew who you actually were.

Until today.

Nemesis. The Greek goddess of divine retribution and revenge. A name that suited the dark avenging persona you had adapted and the only purpose you now lived for. In a twisted kind of way, you were doing the same work they were only with far less finesse and none of the righteous for the good of mankind purpose they usually had.

You shrugged, sitting yourself casually down on the nearest chair on the other end of the long table from where they stood. You have had a long night, your feet were tired and they were still looking at you with absolute confusion and disbelief. This looked like it would take a while.

You rolled your eyes as you unbuckled your stained bulletproof vest, throwing it haphazardly on the table. You hazarded a glance at each one of them as you made yourself comfortable, noting the changes in them too. The years had given way to a solemn maturity to each one, it seems things had changed for them too.

"Now that I'm here, you have 12 minutes."

"12 minutes? Until what?" Steve stammered.

He couldn't keep his eyes off you, couldn't for the life of him reconcile the person he was seeing in front of him with the person he knew. From your expressions to your movements and even to the tone of your voice, you were just so different and yet it just seemed to make you a more magnetic presence. Fresh guilt washed over him, knowing that he had failed you as your Captain. They should have kept looking for you.

"You'll see. 11 minutes now. Either ask your questions or tell me what you want."

"We all thought you were dead," Steve muttered, taken back by your hostility.

"Well that obviously didn't stick. How did you find me, Cap?"

It was Steve who found you. At first he couldn't believe it was really you, but the split second glimpse he got of your eyes from the body cam on one of the field agents weeks ago drove him to obsessively dig further. It was a shot in the dark when he sent Natasha and the twins on the mission tonight.

"By chance," he admitted. "We've been chasing a group of people suspected to be manufacturing and selling the super soldier serum. Our agents have had a few close encounters with you. I think we're going after the same people."

"So you're asking for intel?" you snorted, absentmindedly picking at the bloodstains on your sleeves.

"No," he said cautiously, wary at how relaxed yet tightly coiled you looked. "I'm offering you your spot back with the team."

You almost choked on the laugh that just escaped your lips. You couldn't help the short bark of laughter at the ridiculous proposition. Looking at their faces though it seemed that the offer was serious, although the reluctant look in their eyes at your transformation showed their inner conflict. You straightened your features and shook your head, the amused smile still on your lips.

"Look, I'm not exactly on brand for you guys anymore." You leaned forward with your arms on the table and landed your eyes squarely on Bucky's, the venom unmistakable. "Besides, I seem to recall I was deemed not cut out for this team."

Bucky felt like his soul left him at your words. There was a Molotov cocktail of emotions raging inside him; surprise, shame, relief, anger, guilt, and longing. It was killing him knowing that he had a hand in how drastically you had changed. He was deathly afraid of finding out your full story. He wanted to talk to you, wanted to beg for your forgiveness and make things right. How many chances would anyone get to redeem oneself with a ghost? He couldn't find the words though, his throat going dry and his tongue heavy in his mouth.

"Y/N, you know that's not the truth," Steve tried to insist.

"I'm not Y/N anymore and I already have a team." You waved a hand dismissively. "Also your 12 minutes are up."

All at once the power cut out in the Compound, drenching the room into darkness punctuated by the flashing emergency lights. You felt yourself get lifted off your seat and the next moment you were standing behind a formation of Avengers in the arms of the resident speedster, your arms on his chest to steady yourself from the daze of the sudden movement. His muscles were tense beneath your hands but his expression was gentle as he looked down at you.

He had wanted to rush over to you the moment you revealed your face. He wanted to hold you, jump for joy, speed around the entire city with you in his embrace. How you were alive didn't matter to him.

Only that you were.

It was only at Wanda's warning for him to stay back that he did. She showed him that you weren't the same person anymore and that they weren't sure whether you would still be friend or foe. To Pietro though, you weren't different.

You were just angry.

To him you were still his little star despite the others thinking you were closer to a supernova now. His little star was just hurting and he decided that he would do everything in his power to help you heal. He held your head tighter to his chest, intending to protect you from the anticipated danger and ready to get you to safety at a moment's notice.

"What the damn hell is going on?" Sam yelled, readying his guns.

A figure silently jumped through the window and rolled on the floor to stop right in front of the group, jolting the Avengers to defend. He stood to full height and took a fighting stance; clad in head to toe red, billy clubs at the ready, and horns glinting in the sparse light atop his head.

The Devil of Hell's Kitchen.

"Let Nemesis go," he growled.

Natasha stepped forward, snapping her own batons in place. The crackling of the electricity from it sent lights to dance on the menacing expression on her face. The rest of the team watched closely the other entry points, expecting more to come in and if the first was any indication then they were in for a real fight.

Footsteps could be heard coming down the hallway, loud and not at all trying to be concealed. Walking straight through the front door, were two towering men in heavy military gear each holding an assault rifle aimed at the group. The sneer on one lent a dangerous taunting aura to his surprisingly handsome features as if to say just fucking try me. While the other had a burning steely focus that instinctively made anyone back off, the emblem on his black vest told them exactly who he was.

The Punisher.

The Avengers snapped to attention, each one drawing their weapons and aiming back. The air was crackling with animosity and fingers that itched to pull their respective triggers. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the first to break the standoff in the enclosed space. Willing for someone to break it.

You laughed.

The disorientation at your reaction was palpable across the room. You patted Pietro's chest, grinning up at him in reassurance that everything was fine. He released you from his hold reluctantly and let you step out of the protective cluster they had inadvertently formed around you. The three newcomers visibly relaxed the slightest bit at the sight of you.

"Weapons down," you said calmly, eyeing each one in the room. No one budged. "All of you. Now."

Steve being the first one to lower his shield was the catalyst in diffusing what could have been the fight of the century. As outnumbered as the newcomers were, they lacked nothing in skill and precise brutality. Frank followed in lowering his weapon and soon everyone did the same. There was still tension but at least it was now reduced to intense glaring.

You tutted and shook your head as you strutted your way to your three rescuers. "What I needed was a ride home, Frankie. Not a goddamn full extraction op."

"Sorry, sweetheart," he said, not sounding at all apologetic and knowing you weren't really angry if the tired amusement on your face was anything to go by.

He smiled at you, that small open quirk at the corner of his mouth that was always accompanied by a roll of his tongue. He reached for you when you got close enough, drawing you close with a burly arm around the back of your shoulders. He kissed you on the forehead, a lingering gesture that clearly showed an intimacy between the two of you. The soft look on his face was reserved only for you and when he raised his face to the Avengers it was back to the cold threatening glare.

"Can you blame us though?" His voice came out gravelly, a favorite sound of yours. "The last time you were with these guys you were captured and tortured."

Tortured.

The word hung heavy in the air and though your back was turned, you could imagine the look on the faces of your former team. They didn't know about that yet. How could they when they had believed all this time that you died in the explosion?

"You forgot to mention blown up," Matt added, grabbing your hand and pressing it to his lips.

He removed his helmet, floppy brown hair instantly softening his persona. He peppered kisses on your palm and the inside of your wrist as he breathed in your scent to calm his own anxiety. He almost lost it when Billy had called saying that you had been taken. He was usually the last one to jump to immediate violence in your group, but the thought of you gone filled him with irrational fear. The possibility that history could repeat itself was unacceptable to him.

"I should have come with you."

"I could handle it and Billy was with me."

"Lot of good that did," he scoffed, switching to lightly biting your wrist. This wasn't unusual. Being blind, he relied on a more intense physical reassurance that everything was still as it should be.

"They weren't gonna hurt me, Matty," you argued, but it was more to help settle his nerves.

"All right, leave the foreplay for later," the last of the trio said, pulling you by your other hand closer to him.

He held you tightly by the waist and pressed you close, molding your body to his in a practiced motion. The smile on his face was scandalous and the mischief in his eyes was one that spelled trouble. The cheeky bastard winked at you before dipping his head to lay open mouthed kisses on your neck up to your ear right along your old scars. Shivers went down your spine and you couldn't help the low hum as your body reacted instinctively to him, stepping closer still until you could feel the heat of his body through his gear.

You knew exactly what he was doing. He was always the quickest to show affection in front of company, but this was a particularly golden opportunity for him to stake his claim in front of people he believed did not value you enough. Billy wouldn't be Billy if he didn't take it.

"Hey, pretty girl."

Across the room, the Avengers watched on with blatant curiosity at the apparent intimately familiar exchanges. It wasn't as much the fact that three men were bathing you with affection, but more that this cemented how far removed you were from their memory of you. They knew you as a starry-eyed recruit who stuttered at light teasing and preening at the slightest validation.

"Y/N," Steve called for you, forcing you to step away from Billy for the moment. You turned around to face them but Billy didn't let you go far, slinging his arm over your chest and this time contorting his body to yours.

"I told you, Steve. I'm not Y/N anymore," you said, a fleeting sadness flashed in your eyes before it was replaced with a firm pride. "And this is my team."

"We're taking our girl home," Frank declared, the threat underneath didn't need to be verbalized. If they took you again, it wouldn't end well for anyone.

"Wait!" Steve said urgently, halting your exit. "We'll hire you."

It was a last ditch effort. He was grasping at straws to keep you from disappearing from their lives again. He knew that if you walked out that door now there was no chance of ever getting you back. He just could not let that happen. This would only be temporary at best, but at least it would buy him time to convince you of a more permanent arrangement.

"Not interested."

"Nem." Matt as usual cautioned you from being too hasty. "Is this about the syndicates?"

You sighed. Matt was like a dog with a bone now. There was no choice but to let him chew on it. This was particularly important to him because the syndicates had been running amok in Hell's Kitchen and he was starting to find it difficult to keep his backyard clean.

"Yeah, apparently the stuff we found in the shipment yard was for making super soldier serums. The Avengers have been following the trail too."

"Why not just join forces then? We can get this done and over with a lot faster with their help," he reasoned.

"We're doing fine on our own, Matty."

"Matt has a point, sweetheart," Frank cut in. "We've been chasing this for years. I know a part of you is just itching to end all of this."

"It might help us find him faster. Do you really want to spend another ten years pulling at threads?" Matt added.

You closed your eyes, hands clenching at your sides to control your anger. It grated at you when they ganged up on you like this, but your anger was more because they were right and you knew it. You hated it, but they were right.

It was Billy who intervened, pulling you again to hug you from behind. His hold was firmer than before, aimed more to calm your shaking body. His voice came out calm, but resolute. His first priority was always making sure you were okay and you obviously weren't okay with this.

"You heard the lady. It's a no."

Frank and Matt sighed and shook their heads, but backed off. They weren't about to push you about this no matter how much they knew this would help you. They'll try again to convince you later, but they weren't optimistic. It was fortunate for them that there was more than just one stubborn person in the room.

"Please," Steve interrupted. You had almost forgotten that there were other people in the room. Almost. "We need your help. They have someone who keeps getting in our way and every time we get close he either fights us long enough for the trail to grow cold or leads us on wild goose chases. We can't let that serum be available to whoever can pay for it."

He didn't know what it was that he said that made all of your heads snap in his direction. Your eyes in particular were suddenly wild with barely restrained fury. He would take it. At least he had your attention.

"We can't let that happen, Nemesis," he finished, making sure to use your preferred name. Anything to possibly get himself into your good graces.

"Do you have a name?" you ground out.

"What?"

"A name, Steve. Do you know who this guy is?"

"By the way he fights he seems to be a merc too. Looks like military background though from where I'm not sure," he said slowly, carefully choosing his words in the hopes of you changing your mind. "He goes by Salvacion."

"We're in."

Earth's Mightiest was stunned at the sudden reversal of your decision. As firm as you had rejected the offer, you were jumping at it now with the addition of your own team.

"Let's get one thing straight though, Cap," you began, the rage still burning in your eyes like wildfire. "My team and I will work with you. It's all of us or none of us. We'll help you lock up the syndicates and destroy the serum. We'll play nice, but Salvacion is mine."

Steve took a deep breath, relieved that you had agreed but also deeply concerned at your visceral reaction to a name. He had to ask.

"Why?"

"Because that's the motherfucker who killed my sister."

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Royals. II

Hwang Hyunjin x Male Reader

W.C: 5.5K Words (😃)

Triggers: Explicit Smut, Mentions of Marriage, Mentions of Rejections/Stood up.

Things to be noted: Royalty AU, There’s some fluff at the aftercare, some angst too, Slight Seungmin x reader, Slight Jeonglix without context and Binsung with Han being a total flirt.

Kinks/Warnings: Top Hwang Hyunjin, Bottom Reader, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Edging, Degradation, Puppy Petname, There’s some drool-, Consensual, Safewords, Blowjobs (Reader receiving), Marks and Bruises, Slight Possessiveness, Aftercare (This is not a kink, it’s needed) Lubricated Sex, Unprotected Sex / No condoms (This is not promoting unprotected sex, use condoms irl !!), Palming, Slight Master Kink, Hyunjin has a big dick, Mouth Fingering, It’s so messy, Doggy Style and Hickeys (Lots of em)

a/n: Wowow, this is my longest fic yet and it’s a part 2 I— Anyways, I’m sorry for making you guys wait for so long for this~ HSHSHSHS, hopefully it’s good ! If I miss any warnings or triggers please inform me sksksk.

Hyunjin clenched his fist as he stared at the two princes laughing at the distance.

Why? He asks himself at why is he pressed about them, talking. Hyunjin wanted to rip the brown haired man away from you.

His jaw tightened in frustration in this feeling of his — was it jealousy? But he barely knew the guy in the first place, but noticing him at the corner of his eyes in the crowd at his speech makes his heart race.

He doesn’t believe in love in first sight — Heck, Hyunjin barely believes love exist. All those princesses were completely head over heels for him since he was young but never gave them attention as he knew that money or his looks is all they care about. It doesn’t sit right with him.

. . .

Hyunjin did nothing for the past thirty minutes but just stare at the face of the man who he seems attracted too.

He was also a bit salty at the fact that a prince was now giving head pats to you, he didn’t like that one bit. He accidentally let out a growl which did not stay unnoticed by his siblings.

“Jin?” A male voice snapped him out of his darkly clouded mind.

He snapped head towards the speaker, alarmed at the sudden call of his nickname, it was his older brother, the brother suddenly placed his arm on his shoulder, “You okay? You seemed distracted..—”

A laugh emerged from a woman near him,, her eyes twinkling with curiosity — Curious to why his brother, Hyunjin seemed a bit out of his head for a long time earlier.

“Yeji?” the eldest brother asked, turning his head slowly to her.

“What’s funny?” he continued, looking at her with a raised eyebrow, his lips frowning slightly.

“Nothing. Just wondering what’s gotten into Hyunjin...~ He was staring into the distance for a long time.” Yeji spoke, eyeing Hyunjin curiously — a hint of smirk playing at her lips.

Hyunjin froze.

“Uh, I was just watching what’s happening.” Hyunjin smiled as casual as he could, before grabbing the water from the near table to hydrate himself.

Yeji looked at him in question, not buying his response. “Whatever, birthday boy is being his boring self.” she shrugged off before standing up and going somewhere.

The eldest brother was very confused about what’s happening so he just sat back down and yawned.

“Hey! I’m older than you!” Hyunjin shouted before mumbling curses at her sister’s impudence before a bell suddenly rang.

. . .

The host stepped back upon the stage and bowed, “The ball will now begin, masks will be distributed in a little while, as requested by the prince — This will be a masquerade ball. Every one, enjoy your time at the palace !”

The male host smiled in content before leaving to the backstage.

You and Seungmin have been conversing for a while, unaware of the eyes that has been raking you from across the ball room.

. .

A lot of formally dressed occupants came out, holding stacks of differently designed half masks.

One of them suddenly approached you and handed you one. A white half mask, with gold lines and swirls remarkably designed by the maker.

The occupants handing out these masks have their own mask on also.

The giver of your mask had a smirk embedded on his lips before bowing.

You looked at Seungmin weirdly after that certain interaction with the masked guy, “Maybe just a creep?” he asks you in wonder.

You jabbed your elbow at him, “Don’t be silly, this is a castle. There is absolutely no way that someone without decency is here.”

“Hm, you never know Y/N.” he says in a serious tone making you stare at him in confusion before nodding.

. . .

Seungmin got his own mask — a dark blue colored one with sapphire crystals decorating the sides. He smiles at you before reaching for your hand, “Do you want to be my partner, Y/N?” he mumbles while you just nodded abruptly.

“Why me though? There’s many princesses out there?” you questioned suddenly, squeezing his hand pathetically.

“I have a more preference for men than women.” he stops and looks at you for any bad reactions before he continued;

“You seem fine and you’ve got good looks.” Seungmin complimented before taking you to the middle of the ball room where most people with partners are already gathered.

Slow and enchanting music started playing, the sensual melody was enough to calm your nerves and remove all thoughts of questioning Seungmin.

A hand was placed in your waist and in your shoulder, alerting you.... But, when you blink out of your own head, Seungmin was staring right at you with smile.

You placed your hands on his shoulder and waist as well, swaying through the music naturally.

While dancing you caught a glimpse through the crowd of a familiar red-head. He had a red half mask on with ruby crystals creating a spinning design on the eyes. A smirk formed his lips as he looked back at you, nodding twice. It was Jeongin dancing with a blonde haired man, his hair neatly sitting in a mullet. Felix.

You didn’t know if you wanted to curse him for leaving you or thank him for a new friend. You haven’t seen nor talked to Felix yet but maybe you will after this ceremony.

. . .

After dancing with Seungmin for a long while; a trumpet sounded which made you sigh as you look at Seungmin, knowing what it means.

Switch in partners.

“Good luck, Y/N~” he said with his signature cute smile that you’ve seen throughout the day.

You let out another sigh before gasping as someone took hold of your right wrist.

“Would you like to partner up with me?” A voice asked in a sexy voice, loosening the grip on your arm.

Swinging your head to the source of the attractive voice, you find yourself staring at a tall man with black hair — it was fairly long. He was wearing a black half mask adorned with dark flowers at the corners. He seems familiar, curiosity now took over your judgement as you nod courtly.

“May I ask for your name?” you looked at him, tilting your head to the side.

He looked up, thinking before looking back at you again with a smile, “Call me Hyun.” he breathed before taking your hand in his.

He then wrapped his other arm around your waist pulling you close to him. Chest to chest. You didn’t really mind because it was just a dance after all. Right?

You place your free hand on his shoulder, swaying to the music.

You stare up into his enticing eyes as if your were entranced by it. Slowly trailing your eyes to his big lips. Now you were extremely curious of what’s behind his mask. “From which kingdom are you?” You ask, mumbling your words.

His eyes peered down to your eyes in thought again, “I’ll answer all of your questions, when I get this mask off.” he whispers in your ear huskily causing you to shiver at his voice.

He didn’t come off to you suspicious or anything but his demeanor boasts arousal which wasn’t helping at the fact that you were slightly into his voice.

Okay maybe not slightly?—

. . .

Dancing across the ballroom and somehow not hitting any other partners was comforting since your own partner held you comfortably.

That is when you caught a familiar purple hair through the dancing figures, it was Changbin, dancing with....

Is that Han? You thought in shock as Changbin was practically being lead on by his partner. The partner suddenly lifted him up, princess style. Carrying him as if he was a feather.

Your partner noticed the constant staring just above his shoulder, “What is it?” he murmured to you, wanting to know what’s caught your attention. “Um, friends.”

He spun you around to get a good glimpse, suddenly a grin was evident on his face after you looked up at him staring into the distance — the direction you were looking at earlier.

No words spoken in between, he lifted you up, princess style — knocking the breath out of you, “Wha—”

You almost let out a shriek from being carried, “Put me down— oh my god, If you drop me, I fucking swear Hyun.” you hiss at him, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep yourself from falling.

“I won’t. Trust me.” he said as he carried you throughout the dance, you clutching him as if your life depended on it. Trust is not you have with a stranger, what the hell

. . .

Music stopped playing as the people stopped moving.

You sighed in pure relief, almost worried for your back to be broken. The man, named Hyun finally put you down and allowed you to take a breather.

“You still up for that offer of meeting me later to answer questions?” he asked smiling, to which you nodded in agreement. “Meet me at the gardens in 2 hours” He whispered to your ear, hot breath leaving his beautiful and sexy li—

“The royal gardens of the Hwangs?” You asked flushed from his teasing. The outside of this huge ballroom should be off-limits. “That isn’t allowed though right?” you took a small step back to reduce close proximity.

“I got permission from the Hwangs.”

You were a bit skeptical, “Well... If you say so...” you agreed nonetheless, not wanting to offend the other.

He nodded happily before walking away, waving his backhand at you.

You spot Felix at the corner and rushed over to him, wanting to talk to one of your best friends.

. . .

Atleast 2 hours had already passed and your energy was pretty much drained from conversing and watching Han flirt with Changbin or trying out Felix’s recommended shark meat. Jeongin was there too, pretty much being his evil self and saying stuff like: “Oooh, is it the Kim prince or that mystery guy, huh. Pick a lover, Y/N.”

Seungmin also kinda joined the friend group to with you introducing him to them, Jeongin had a mischievous smile during introduction and if you were to bury him 10 feet to the ground, you wouldn't mind. Ugh.

You realized that it was time to meet the masked man, so you excused your self from your friend group and sneakily rushed towards a door out of the room, remembering the structure of this place and where the garden is.

. . .

After some twist and turns in first floor hallway, you come face to face with a glass door, the sun that was setting was reflecting through it. You could see the tall and trimmed bushes outside as you step out. White roses were neatly sticking on the walls as the vines were all over it.

You hum as you walked around, “He didn’t exactly say where to meet him..” You scratched your head, trying to catch a shadow or a person. You eventually had to explore it a bit, sighing in annoyance as you saw a maze, “Hyun!” you shouted with all you could muster, knowing that most should be inside the party.

Birds fly out from tree at the heard noise...

Long minutes had already passed and not a single soul has been seen by your eyes.

You hung your head low and scanned the huge garden as a sigh escaped your lips, “Yeah... This is the worst.” you sulked slightly.

It’s worse to be stood up than rejected.. Atleast the person has the humility to show up when rejecting someone.

A shiver went through your spine as a cold gust of wind flew by, clutching your own arms. Disappointment was shown in your frown as you wanted to stay for a few minutes longer in hope.

. . .

You sighed, running your fingers over your scalp. As you were about to go inside, small footsteps were heard from the distance causing you to freeze in your steps and slowly turned your head to the miniscule noises.

A tall figure was walking towards you as you squinted your eyes to identify their face.

No way.. Is that...?

Fuck, it was the birthday boy — Prince Hwang Hyunjin, as if already admiring his face from earlier wasn’t enough, you had to see his pretty face again.

You were about to run inside when the Hwang shouted, “If you move, I will call the guards on you, Prince Y/N.”

Fuck.

Frozen dead in your tracks at his threat, you watched as he lurked closer, a hint of smirk dancing on those gorgeous lips.

“Prince Hyunjin, apologies but I thought someone was to meet me here..” you tried to reason out, hoping to not embarrass yourself any further by lying or trying to run.

You half-bowed to him, knowing that even though you were also a prince — He bears the name of Hwang, one of this continents, four largest kingdom.

As much as you wanted to keep your pride, it was disrespectful for a lower royal to not bow to a higher one.

He reached you and grasped your shoulder before pulling you up straight, he pulled you in by the waist causing a unintelligible sound to come out of your throat.

Familiar.

You looked at him, shocked, your mouth agape from the sudden distance change and his warmth. He held your waist tighter, pulling you impossibly closer.

Chest to chest.

Seeing your eyes he laughed, “So, what questions are you gonna ask?” he said, one of his eyebrow raised up in question.

Hyun.

. . . .

. . . .

“So, Prince Y/N. Care for hanging out with a Hwang?” He confidently asked with a smirk engraved on his lips, before he slowly reached and traced his thumb on your bottom lip. Relishing on the expressions you create.

Just a simple touch on your lips felt like a firestorm was raging inside, warmth spread across your body as heartstrings were pulled at his words.

. . .

“Sure...?” you whispered out unsure after a long silence as another gust of wind hit your back causing you to slightly shiver.

You still couldn't believe that he danced with you earlier, posing with a fake name. Though he said that it was because he didn't want to scare you off.

He was dangerous in a way, fooling with people on the higher end of the royal hierarchy is one dangerous feat.

But for some reason, you craved for his touch at this very moment, you didn’t know if it was because you maybe longed for him in that opening ceremony or that you barely have someone touch you intimately.

Hyunjin started feeling you up more while also undressing you with his eyes.

It started with light pecks to your jaw, transitioning into bodily touches like waist grabbing and slight groping. You were writhing because his touches — struggling to speak as every peck, every touch keeps your mind adrift away. You didn't even notice the bulge on your bottom garments starting to get noticeable.

“I—” you tried to catch your breath at his advances, “I d-dont think we should do this here, we might get caught..” you trailed off, tapping on his shoulder as a pleasured sigh left your mouth.

“Hm? So you want to do this? Here I thought, you were going to reject me.” He mumbles as he kissed your neck lightly.

“Don’t get the wrong idea, ah~ You are going to finish what you started..” You whispered out, moaning in the middle of the sentence when he suddenly palm your bulge with a bit of pressure.

He trailed his lips to your ears, “You’re a needy slut, huh? Don’t worry, I intend to finish what I started...~ And by the end of it? You’d want more of this.” He bit your earlobe while kneading your butt with his right hand.

You bit your lip, wanting to keep embarrassing noises from coming up your throat.

“We haven't even known each other that much, yet here you are. Presenting yourself to me like a whore.” he degraded with a smirk after pulling himself away from your ear.

You weren’t one to fuck around but Prince Hwang is one of a kind — extremely sexy and intoxicating.

You want more of him.

“Cat’s got your tongue, little pup?”

“Fuck, I don’t care — J-Just not here... Might get caught.” You hiss pathetically as he squeezed harder on your bulge, grinding into his hand.

“Hmm.. Okay.” he said, looking in to your eyes with his own bearing hints of burning lust. He took your hand, leading you back inside.

. . .

“Wouldn’t be people be worried, that you were gone from the party? And it’s your celebratio—” you breathed out as he pinned you to the wall suddenly, suprising you as you stare at him with wide eyes.

“I don’t care about that right now.. What I care about is you on my bed, all spread out and ready to be used by me, hmm?” he mumbles lowly, kissing you on the lips — with you yelping at the sudden warmth and softness on your lips.

You wrapped an arm around his neck while you pulled on his long hair with your free hand. He groaned against your mouth. “Room, Hyunjin— p-please..” you mumble against his lips, pulling away after a second.

After Hyunjin pulled away he opened a door at a short moment’s notice before grabbed you and pullled you in. You didn’t even manage to look at the room's structure or designs as he already started to remove articles of clothing from you one by one.

“You know, how hard it was — seeing you from the crowds earlier talking to another royal, one that flirted with you at best? Maybe I should remind him who you would belong to now huh?” he looked at your naked form, licking his lips before slowly pushed you towards and down the bed.

You moaned at his words, even though you know full well that Seungmin didn't flirt with you one bit but just talking about interest. His hint of possessiveness turned you on highly.

He slowly removed his royal wear, exposing his own milky skin, smiling at the way you examined his body with your mouth slightly watering at the mere sight of it, he was without a doubt one of the most — if not the sexiest man you’ve laid your eyes upon.

His eyes turned to one of the drawer of his nightstand, he reached over and took out a small vial. “What is that?” you ask, eyeing the vial suspiciously.

“It’s rose oil, to reduce the pain.” he answered, leaning down to press a small bite against your rib, laughing lowly when he heard your breath hitch.

He placed the vial, on the sheet — next to you.

���You know, I had doubted you with your fight with your own knight. Never thought that I would find you willing to spread your legs open for me.” He says, not holding back on his cockiness.

Which guiltily made your cock twitch to which he responded — by taking a hold of your throbbing length.

“My pup liked that huh?” He said a grin forming on his lips — teasing, riling you up more.

“Pathetic.” he said in a chilling tone — massaging your left pec with his free hand. He brushed a finger tip on your nipple, before he leaned down and bit a circle mark on your now puffy bud.

You bit your lip, holding off any sounds to not boost his already huge ego. Squirming underneath him, shallowly thrusting into his hand that was grasping your cock.

His own dick was hard too, you could feel it poking your thighs in the slightest, its tip barely brushing against your skin.

Hyunjin didn’t like the lack of sounds one bit, he used his now free hand to place it at your lip, you looked at him confused.

When your mouth suddenly opened, breathing against his fingers — he took the opportunity to insert his slender fingers in your mouth.

“Hold in your sounds again, and I’ll make you choke on my dick. Got that?” he threatened, eerily glaring at you — his eyes were burning holes into your own.

You nodded submissively, to which he then turned his head into your leaking and throbbing cock. He leaned down — taking your cock in his mouth, sucking earnestly and running his tongue on the veins at the side.

You thrusted up into his mouth — a mix of whining and whimpering against his fingers that he was shoving down your throat.

His teeth brushed a tiny bit against your sensitive head causing you to cry out, sounding muffled by his fingers.

“C-Close..” You gurgled against his digits, he removed his mouth instantly from your length, a trail of spit connecting his mouth from your slit, smirking at you.

You let out a whine and tried to close your legs but Hyunjin was faster, he immediately placed his knees between your legs, keeping it open and spread.

“Tsk, Sluts don’t get to cum.” he growled, “Especially pathetic ones like you.”

He slowly pulled out his fingers from your mouth, coated in your own spit coating around it. He wiped his fingers on your sheets.

He look down at you as if you were prey to him — a small cat in a lion’s den, his eyes were heavily clouded with lust. He was itching, excited to claim you and your body, especially since you were willingly serving to him yourself in a silver platter.

He flipped you on all fours so that he could have easier access to your entrance, He smiled seeing you in such a vulnerable state, “You want this?” he mumbles leaning down to mouth at your shoulder, you whimper pushing back against him as you felt his dripping and hard cock press against the side of your ass.

You nodded twice as an answer to his question, he gripped your hair tightly, pulling on it. “Answer me, pup.” he growled deeply.

“Y-Yes.... fuck me, my—” You cut yourself off with a moan as Hyunjin touched the head of your overstimulated cock roughly. “Your what, pup?”

Dizzy from pleasure, you said the first thing that popped into your mind, “M-Master?” you moaned shortly after as he squeezed your hardening length.

“Mm, I’m your master, and you’re my slutty puppy. Aren’t you?” he said in a teasing voice, removing his hand from your cock before he prodded at your rim with a dry thumb. Applying pressure but not enough to breach the soft skin.

You let out a whimper, pushing against his fingers multiple times like a bitch in heat.

It was pathetic really, at how much willing you just want to be fucked by him already, you wrapped your own hand around your leaking length to remove some pressure — only to be met by the harsh grip of Hyunjin’s palm, “Touch yourself and I’d make sure you won’t cum tonight for a second time.”

You whined at his words and slowly remove your hand as your pre-cum started to drip down and dirty the sheets.

He finally took the vial of rose oil that he sat aside, opening it with a pop sound — he poured a generous amount of it on his fingers before prodding your entrance with two fingers. “Say ‘Red’ if it gets too much, pup, okay?” he said, showing off a softer side of him.

You looked at him wide eyes at smiled lightly before nodding.

You let out a thrilled moan as two fingers, quickly made work to stretch you out, you saw his cock and it looked like it won't be an easy fit unless you get properly stretched.

. .

Two fingers slowly turned to four after awhile, increasing the sound you were making and decreasing Hyunjin’s patience. He just wanted to fuck you at this point on, but for safety of you — not yet.

Hyunjin was purposefully avoiding your prostate, he didn't want you to cum yet from his fingers especially since you were dripping a lot.

Hyunjin kept pumping his fingers inside of you, while also ravishing different parts of you, getting into work of marking every part he could find — from your shoulders down to your pretty thighs. Almost every mark is either a dark purple hue or bright red bite.

“I’m ready, fuck... Hwang just fuck me already.” you said impatiently at how long he dragged on the teasing. Hyunjin laughed at how vocal you now were, quite the contrast to the babbling mess you were earlier.

“Don’t be impatient.” he said, glaring at you and taking a firm grip on your ass, squeezing it tightly. You scoff at him, reaching back and sneakily taking ahold of his cock — it leaking slight pre-cum on it’s tip.

“Like you aren’t impatient.” you retorted back even with his fingers basically deep inside you.

He growled deeply and pulled his fingers out — you letting out a clear moan at the rough movement of his digits. Your hole clenched around nothing, it slightly gaping from being stretched around four of his fingers.

“Pups should learn their place.” he said coldly, getting the vial and pouring all of the remaining contents on his hand before slowly jerking himself off to slick up his dick.

.

You heard some shuffling before suddenly the air was knocked out of you, “Fuck. Fuck.” you chanted as Hyunjin moments ago fucked into you, his hands flew into your hips as he already started a harsh pace turning your mind hazy.

“You like this already, huh?” He mumbles, gripping your hips tighter, as he deeply thrusts into you. He was still avoiding your sensitive spot all this time.

“Such a good cocksleeve for me.” he hums with a smirk as he finally hit your prostate — known by you letting out the loudest moan yet.

Ah ah ah coming from your lips and his hips loudly slapping against your ass was the only thing you heard in the room, you were getting the best fuck of your life right here.

You could feel every vein — every ridge on his cock against your walls as he thrusts into you mercilessly, fucking the words out of you. It felt amazing and exciting at the same time.

Your body has given up trying to hoist itself up, so you collapse on the bed in a slumping position. He was still harshly gripping your hips, using your hole for his pleasure. You were whining against the sheets and messing it up with your drool. You were close as he hit your prostate a third time causing you to moan loudly.

“No more words to answer back, Y/N? Or are you already fucked that dumb?” he says, speeding up his pace, wanting to chase his release.

He was splitting you in half and you just nod slowly as your fists were squeezing the bedsheet, He let out a breathy laugh at that and continued his thrusts, relishing at your tired moans and pretty whines.

You pushed back against his thrusts, increasing the friction by alot.

He hit your prostate one last time and came undone untouched and without his permission. You moan loudly, barely getting muffled as you dig your head further into the pillow nearby. Your cock was getting milked for all it’s worth as he reached out to jerk you, wanting to make sure to get every last drop.

His thrusts were getting sloppier by the second, before moments later — he finally came with a groan, spilling himself into you and coating your walls with his white cum.

You whimpered as you felt him pull out, feeling some of the white substance drip into your thighs, “I-Inside, want you..” you mumble with him barely hearing it.

“Shh, I’ll clean you up first pup.” Hyunjin said, leaving and going into his bathroom to find a damp cloth.

While he left for the bathroom, you laid there on your chest — sighing.

What happened to the 'no fucking around' rule that you seem to follow, you promised yourself that ‘Y’ was the first and last. You rolled over to your side, wincing at how the cum drizzled out of your swollen hole. He had a lot of cum suprisingly.

. .

On a short moment’s notice, Hyunjin finally arrived to find you laying to your side, your eyes signaling that you were deep in thought.

“You okay? Did I go too hard?” He walked near you to which your eyes drifted to his face slowly to which you gave him a small smile.

“No.. I had fun time, thank you for taking good care of me, Prince Hyunjin.” you answered him, keeping the small smile before you turned to him.

He nods, “Just call me Hyunjin, no need for formality.” he moves closer to you, sitting down next to your back. He trailed the towel in his hand near your hole — removing the cum around your ring of muscles gently.

“One problem though...” you whispered, looking up at him with tired eyss before eyeing the bruises and marks on your body made by the dominant prince.

He grins sexily, “Keep it as a reminder to you ans to people who’d dare sleep with you.” He said, touching the marks softy after wiping your hole that was seeping with his cum.

You groaned in annoyance, “I’m serious, Hwang.” you shot back to him with an impatient glare. You click your tongue as no answer came out of his mouth.

He grabbed a small vial of ointment from his drawers to make sure your skin wouldn’t have any problems from his bruises and to make sure it would heal. He hummed while he applied it on the marks.

You sigh and allowed to treat you before he opened his lips to speak, “I’ll go over to your kingdom tomorrow.” he mumbles, wiping his hand on the sheet as he grabbed an underwear from his drawer.

You watched him put it on, looking away from him a bit shy, to which thank god that he didn't notice.

You looked up at him questioningly, “Hm? Why?” you tilted your head like a puppy to which he moved closer to pet you.

“I want your hand in marriage.” he said straightforwardly with a smile plastered in his face. He grabbed your chin making you look up at him, he leaned down and kissed you before you squeak embarrassingly.

You look at him dumbfounded and shocked beyond belief — your mouth hanging open with eyes wide, “Hwang, what? You’re going a bit too fast—”

He grabbed your hand suddenly and kissed the top of it before looking up at you, “Nothing’s too fast when I already like you and I want you.”

You groaned, knowing he won't let this go. Your parents should reject since they know that you’re not ready for marriage yet. Right? Hopefully, you prayed silently that your parents for once reject something so outrageous.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow, I’m too tire—”

“HYUNJIN! IT’S TIME FOR YOUR END SPEECH, OH MY GOD, I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU LEFT YOUR OWN PARTY.” Someone with a female voice yelled while banging on the other side of the door. You froze at the sudden noise.

“Tch, my sister doesn’t know the meaning of staying calm half of the time.” he mumbles, brushing his hand across his long hair.

“I’ll come down in a few!” Hyunjin said loud enough for the lady give a last hit to the poor door before leaving.

He looked at you before grabbing his clothes from the party and slowly dressed himself up, “I’ll see you, Y/N.” he said after getting fully dressed, he looked back and winked at you before smiling a bright one.

You sigh as you get up from his bed and limped to collect your clothes around the room, sighing once more as you dressed yourself up. “Marriage... hm.” you were having troubling thoughts about this, sudden marriage proposal — especially with someone you just met like 3 hours ago.

“Time to go fetch the dumbass and leave, I wanna sleep.” You said annoyed, referring to that stupid knight of yours that went missing when the event started.

You look at the closet mirror and fixed your hair also trying to cover the visible marks but to no avail still failed to do so. You were gonna sneak out of here, and hopefully Hwang just forgets what he said earlier.

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Extended Scene

“Lino, I swear why do you look like a weirdo right now.” you said, looking at him with your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You were referring to how he looked like dumbstruck with love.

He hisses at you, “Shut up, why do you have hickeys then huh?” Minho answered you with another question as he looked over to you and rolled his eyes.

You huff, “I’m telling my parents that you were disrespecting me early in the party.”

He smirks and looks over to you with one of his eyebrows raised, “Then I guess you wouldn't mind what fun you did in the party, I mean with the limping and stuff.” he threatens back, chuckling.

“You little shi—”

[asrealasadonut]

This night has opened my eyes

*A Sebastian Kydd/black female oc

A/N: I’ve been writing this for about a month. It was originally meant for Austin’s character James from zoey 101 but decided to write it for my bby Seb.

(Shoutout to everyone writing Sebastian fic!! He deserves it!)

Warnings: swearing.

+This was kinda rushed so you’ll see some grammar mistakes sorry! Oc’s name is Kay btw 🙂

Chapter 1: Blue Monday

Kay didn’t care for Sebastian Kydd. All the girls in school were so obsessed with him, but she just didn't get it. He was just some guy. What was all the fuss about? Sure, he was cute. He had that whole bad boy thing about him and he drove a bright red Porsche. But so what? Girls would giggle and whisper to each other when he’d walk by. To Kay, The whole thing was eye roll inducing.

She assumed a lot of things about him. To her, he seemed like the type of guy who lived off of attention, especially from girls. She had never even spoken to the tall boy even though the two of them did share two classes. Until one day, in Spanish class. He asked her a simple question.

“Hey. Can I borrow a pencil?”

The blonde boy was turned to face her. Big eyes blinking waiting for a response.

Despite her feelings about the guy, she handed him one.

“Thank you.”

He whispered. An easy smile on his face.

She responded with a quick “sure” and that was the end of that. Until he asked her for one the next class. And the next. Then the next.

Two weeks passed and she was down 10 pencils. Which was a little odd.

The thing about Kay is that she always had writing utensils on her person. A little blue zipper bag with tweety bird on the front. She filled it with freshly sharpened pencils and various pens. She wasn't selfish about it. If anyone needed one, all you had to do was ask her. Most kids would give them back at the end of the class or until they got some of their own.

She could have said no when Sebastian asked, but then she'd look like a bitch. She was so used to giving them away at this point. She was known for it. This boy probably had things handed to him from girls all the time. And of course Kay would be a victim of his bad boy charm. She gave those things away as if it didn't hurt her a little every time.

So much so that she moved her seat to the opposite end of the classroom they shared. Was she being dramatic? Sure. But, Kay didn't take things like this lightly. They were more than just pencils. They were something in her life she had control over.

Being 17, she didn't feel in control of much. But those pencils nestled in that canvas bag were hers. They belonged to her. It was like Sebastian tried to break into that safe space. And that made her feel some type of way.

Every time she saw him in the halls she sported an annoyed frown on her face. She thought he wouldn’t notice. The way he’d laugh and nod at conversations with his friends. Oblivious to the trouble he was causing her. There was no way Kay was at the forefront of his mind. Or so she thought.

The day Sebastian walked into his 2nd period history class and saw that Kay was sitting in a different seat across the room, he was a little hurt. The two times he asked for a pencil he really needed one but the third time he hoped she’d catch on to the fact that he liked her.

He liked turning around and seeing her big kind brown eyes. It was such a simple gesture. But it was more than that to him. Everyone else at school would do anything to get close to him just because he had big house and his parents were rich.

He was known as a rebel. The guy with the car and the big house. No one really knew that big house was always empty. It got old fast. He didn’t have any real friends.

So with Kay, she saw past all that crap. She didn’t care who he was. There was no yearning in her eyes. She didn't want anything from him. It was refreshing. So, if there was something he did to upset her, he had to fix it immediately.

Kay was now sitting in the school's cafeteria eating her lunch. Alone. She sighed, putting down her pb&j. Today was the day she asked her history teacher to move seats. She was closer to the board; which was a good thing, but something was off.

Part of her missed seeing him turn around. His voice in a soft whisper. His smile made her chest tighten. It was like a quiet ritual between them. She sat in class that day and looked at him from across the room. Part of her hoped he'd look back.

“Ugh no you can't like him!

He messed up the only thing that was yours!

You can't let him get away with that just because he's cute!”

Her inner voice screamed.

Does he think those things grow on trees? Well technically yes but that wasn’t the point. She wanted those pencils back! No one has ever taken more than 2 pencils from her! What if he wanted something else in return one day. Not to mention every girl going nuts for him! She couldn't believe he got her to give in. God! He made her so frustrated!

She huffed. Her bouncing leg steadying her racing thoughts. Someone called her name.

“Kay?”

She looked up to see him. The boy she was trying so hard to avoid.

“Could I talk to you?”

It felt like she’d be caught. A deer in the headlights. She looked around as if that would help. She licked her lips. A nervous habit.

“Sure what’s up?” she tried to say as calmly as she could.

“Did I…. do something wrong?

Kay’s eyes went wide. Some kids turned to look at the both of them. Sebastian was very popular and people paid attention to everything he did. He was pretty self aware of his effect on the student body. He quickly sat down across from her. Slightly frowning as if to apologize for his presence.

“No, why?”

“Well you moved your seat away from mine in history. I thought maybe it was something I did.”

“Ah fuck.” She thought. Now she has to confront him.

“uh,’

she starts.

Her mouth felt dry. Kay didn't think he would notice her like this. She couldn't help but let her inner thoughts come out.

“You didn't do anything wrong. How could you, you’re perfect.” She laughs out nervously.

He barked out a laugh. His eyebrows knitted together.

“Trust me, I am not perfect. Why would you think that?”

She scoffs.

“Everyone else seems to think so.”

“What?” The blond boy shook his head. A look of genuine confusion on his face.

She sighs. She can’t do this. This guy had such an affect on her and she didn’t like it.

“Uh Sorry! I forgot I have a test to retake!”

A sheepish grin appeared on her face.

“I'm sorry. I'll see you around.”

Kay gets the hell out of that crowded lunchroom. She stuffed her half eaten sandwich in her bag as she ran out.

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