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changisworld · 8 months ago

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“Just don’t tell her”

Stepdad!Binnie x reader

Word count:6,809

Summary: You don’t get along with your mom since her & your fathers divorce since she cheated on him but luckily you got an easy escape when college rolled around. It’s now summer break & you head home, mostly to gather a few more of your things but also to use the pool in your childhood home’s backyard but you got more than you bargained for when you seen your moms new, younger boyfriend.

MDNI, 18+ only, smut warnings below the cut.

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SMUT WARNINGS; Age gap (27 & 20), infidelity, bulge kink, size kink, manhandling, slightly public groping, praise, oral (69),ball sucking, nipple play, spit, cumming on ass, marking, fingering, sweet binnie, soft sex tbh, multiple orgasms,binnie is TTTHIIICCKKK, fluffy/ cliffhanger ending??

You drop the suitcase in front of your childhood home's front door & sigh as you stretch, feeling 30lbs lighter since you're no longer lugging around half your wardrobe. You grumble randomly to yourself as you dig through your handbag & get your key out of the zip up pocket & unlocking the door. You swing the heavy door open & you're immediately welcomed by the same smell you've always remembered. You push your suitcase into the main hallway & you dump it on the floor before shutting the door, letting out a sigh of relief. You step over it as you kick off your shoes as you scurry to the kitchen almost instantly to get a drink, feeling as dry as sand from the heat & the absolute workout you just did.

You gulp down a glass of water & you hiccup as you finish it. You take a look around the kitchen, looking at the slight differences since last time you were here. You admire the room as you slowly walk around it, looking at some new pictures that you noticed your mom has put up. You touch the frames as you walk pas them, most of them being photos of you but one catches your eye.. A guy.. with his arm around your mom?? Your eyebrows frown as you take it off the wall, getting a better look at it. "Mom? Where the hell are you?" You shout across the house, waving the photo frame in your hand. You hear the patio doors open behind you & you flip around, already word vomiting. "Are you serious? who the fu" You cut yourself off as you see that the person who has just opened the glass door isn't your mom, but instead, the guy in the picture.

"Ah, your mom is at some sort of meeting right now, she won't be back till later, guessing you're her daughter?" The guy says, seeming un-phased, resting his muscular arm on the doorframe in just his swimming trunks, having a slight smell of sunscreen on his body which you can't help but admire a bit. "Eh yeah? not to be rude or anything but who the hell are you n why are you on the walls n at my pool?" you ask, eyes moving back to the picture as you hold it out for him to see, eyebrows raised. "Ooooh, I'm Changbin, your moms new boyfriend, nice to mee'cha" he gives you a cute smile which would make you melt if he hadn't just said the words he said. You stumble over yourself for a few seconds, trying to understand what he just said to you. 'Him? Your moms boyfriend? How the hell did she manage that? How old is this guy?' are all things that almost slip from your lips. "Boyfriend? How old even are you? You look my age?" You question him, all the sass in your voice now gone, confusion being all that's now left. He laughs at the look on your face as he walks over to you & gently takes the photoframe out of your hands before walking to where you took it off the wall & placing it back in its original place. "That's a compliment i won't forget seeing since you're.. what, twenty or something? I'm twenty seven. The age gap is a bit crazy since your mom is fifty one soon but we just clicked. You home for summer vacation or something? She didn't mention you were coming home." He asks, still having a warm smile on his face. You just stare at him for a moment, not even knowing if you should bother asking him anymore questions. “y-yeah.. I’m here for two weeks, I’ll just eh, leave you to whatever it was you were doing n take my stuff upstairs.” you state, your tone of voice for some reason not sounding convincing despite it being the truth. Changbin let’s out a small scoff before walking past you into the main entrance. “Don’t be stupid, two weeks of stuff is heavy, i’ll take it for you.” He shouts from the other room. You follow him out, beginning to protest, insisting you can do it yourself but he has already picked up the suitcase you could barley drag into the house with one arm before carrying it up the stairs. He turns around & urges his head up the stairs, hinting for you to come with him. You just smile & follow him, giving a small sigh as you do so. He keeps walking, suitcase in hand & you swear you see him looking at the collar of your shirt.. looking at your tits..? you brush the thought away, thinking you were being stupid but you definitely keep it in mind.

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You open your bedroom door to save Changbin the harmless struggle of doing it himself & he thanks you before wasting no time & walking into your room as if it’s his own. “Cute room, like it.” He states as he puts your suitcase down & looks around. You give him a slight smile before looking around the room yourself, partly because you’ve not been there in a long while but also partly because the man in front of you is still only wearing swimming trunks & you don’t wanna be admiring someone you shouldn’t.. or should you..? “Thanks, mom wouldn’t let me redecorate it since i was leaving a few months later but it’s not too bad, thank you for helping me with my suitcase, i woulda been still on the third step trying to get it here.” you try to joke, deciding to be a bit more friendly to the hot guy who just helped you. “Sorry if this is rude to ask but do you like.. even know how much of a bitch my mom is..? She’s no doubt just putting a mask on for you, between me n you, go through her phone n check she’s not cheating on you too.” you tell him, not keeping eye contact & picking up random things on your shelves & drawers to try feel less tension in the room. The man behind you giggles & you can’t help but turn around, shocked by his reaction. ‘he’s definitely gonna snitch’ pops into your head instantly as you just stare at him, still holding the mini fake cactus plant in your hand. "She was surprisingly open about what she did to your dad but thanks for telling me anyways. Why snitch so openly? You don't get along with her or something?" He questions, voice raising at the end. "She always said you both get along quite well." You scoff at this. "Clearly not open about everything then. We don't get along whatsoever. Only even came back here since it's hot n we have a pool here." He hums in response, both of you sitting in a kinda uncomfortable silence. You let out another sigh before turning away from him, breaking the eye contact you were both holding. Changbin takes a breath in "Speaking of pools i'ma go back outside, i'm stinking your room out with sunscreen. You can come by n sit with me if you feel like it! Nice shorts by the way, You suit denim." He flashes you another smile before leaving your bedroom, closing the door behind you. You take in the compliment before walking to where you can see your reflection & looking at the shorts, blushing a tiny bit at the compliment.

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You unpack your suitcase & make yourself feel as at home as you can despite the circumstances. You update your friend, Karina that you made it back home somehow in one piece & you obviously can't help but tell her about the hottest man you've ever seen now living with your mom.

K: Are you serious?? OMG u needa get with him y/n! opportunites

You: Don't be stupid rina, he's like 28?? he's my moms bf lol

K:So? u can just get away with it hehe, fuck him n then come back to college, just keep it secret! he complimented ur shorts, he wanttssss uuuuu

You: OKAY ur maybe right, lets just see hehehe

K:If u dont do it u will regret it, the cow cheated on ur dad anyway, perfect revenge

You chuckle before turning your phone off but don't have much time to think or do anything before you hear your moms car pulling into the driveway. You let out a displeased grunt as you hear the front door open.

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You end up eating dinner with your mom & Changbin & nothing eventful ends up happening surprisingly. Your mom makes a few backhanded comments but you bite your tongue for the sake of Changbin, you would just feel embarrassed letting him watch you both argue especially since this is your first time meeting him. Changbin takes the dishes back to the kitchen & you help him since your mom decided that a few phone calls was worth it more than the five minutes it would have taken her.

"Thanking for helping y/n, so respectful for your age." He says as you are drying the dishes as he washes them, turning his head towards you for a split second to smile again. "You have a permanent smile on your face, I'm convinced. Is she always like this with you?" "pretty much, I understand her work is important though so It's understandable. I get a bit lonely during the day since I can work from home but It'll pass hopefully. Got you to keep me company now though for a little while, hmm?" He says, letting out a small sigh, voice raising a bit at the end, trying to hide his disappointment but also joking with you at the same time despite you both wanting it to be not much of a joke secretly. "Yeah I'll keep ya company, my mom just doesn't respect others time. Don't know how you deal with it." You reply as you finish drying the dishes & placing them in the cupboards. You both just chuckle as he dries his hands. "Well I'ma go n watch a movie, you should get dressed for bed It's late n you're still wearing denim y/nnie." He scoots past you & as he does he puts his hands on your waist & you can't help but tense up a bit. You nod & you smile at each other as he leaves. You take in a deep breath as soon as you are alone, trying not to let your skeleton jump out of your skin.

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You get back to your bedroom & start instantly digging through your drawers trying to find something to wear, trying to convince yourself that you're wanting to wear the shortest sleep shorts you can possibly find simply because of the heat & not because of the man downstairs. You end up wearing some grey flowy shorts & a matching grey vest top. You take a picture & send it to Karina before spam texting her.

You: RINA OMFG HE TOUCHED MY WAIST I SWEAR BDFHVVH

You:N THEN SAID IM RESPECTFUL N EVERYTHING i swear is it bad to be in love with my moms bf? girl u need to see him hes so toned n big istg

You:he watching film probs with my mom but ima go n sit with him heheh ill update later

You decide to put your phone on charge & leave it there as you take one last look in the mirror before opening your door & basically throwing yourself down the stairs before you can talk yourself out of it.

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You walk into the livingroom & see your mom & her boyfriend sitting together watching a random thing they found on netflix, his arm that you so desperately wanna be thrown around by, wrapped around your moms shoulder, stroking her hair, both under a blanket. You internally vomit before hopping onto the couch on the other side of Changbin, not saying anything. Your mom readjusts the blanket so you can also get under & you begin watching along with them.

Thirty minutes or so into the movie your mom has already fallen asleep & it's just you & changbin watching. You decide to be bold & lean sideways, your head now resting against his shoulder. Your heart is beating out of your chest & you swallow, too loud for your liking. "You shy hm? what of? Sit up for a second." He whispers to you & your cheeks instantly go red as you listen to him without saying another word. You tense up as he moves his arm & wraps it around the bottom of your waist & slightly pulling you towards him, initiating for you to put your head back where it was, which you do. You both sit in a silence, not so comfortable though since you don't think you've ever actually been this nervous before yet the person next to you seems to be completely un-phased.

You both stay like this for the rest of the movie, not really saying anything other than random small jokes & comments about what you're both watching, during this time you end up cuddling into him more subconsciously & your fingers end up lightly scratching over his abs on top of his shirt, trying to play it off while still trying to feel them at the same time.

The movie finishes & your mom wakes up & drags herself to bed, not even realising the position you & her boyfriend were in as you spring up uncomfortably as she flinches awake & ends up leaving the wine glasses & bottle the two of them were drinking from on the floor. Changbin takes her to their shared bedroom as you grumble about the crumbs on the couch & the smell of the wine as you take them to the kitchen as you take a few swigs out of the practically empty wine bottle, finishing it off before putting it on the counter. As you do this, you hear footsteps come into the room, beginning to recognise the sound of it. You turn around & unsurprisingly but happy at who it is in front of you, changbin is in front of you, curly hair on show & now in a loose white tank top & some baggy black shorts & you need to make a genuine effort to not drool all over yourself. "Look at us, matchy matchy." you tease as you touch his strap of his top, you both let out a small chuckle. "Yup, got the inspo from you, think you wore it better than me though. You cold, hmm? Shoulda took the blanket with you." He teases back, making you look down & you see that your nipples are poking through your shirt, extremely noticeable. Your cheeks go cherry coloured as you look back at him. "Why you staring hm? Mom wouldn't be happy." He scoffs, hand reaching out to play with the ends of your hair, twirling it in his fingers, the silence a lot more comfortable than earlier despite the contact being a lot more intimate. "Hey! Don't blame me, who wouldn't look hmm? so p- don't act as if you didn't do it on purpose." he says, voice low & deep. "what were you gonna sayyy? What if I wanted you to see? Never said this before but your arms are so big, holy shit." you smirk as you prodd at his left arm, softly grabbing & touching at it which gives him goosebumps. "Was just g'na call em perky is all. Imagine your mom heard you talking to her boyfriend like this." You roll your eyes, trying to not to show the affect he has on your words. "Imagine my mom hearing you talking to her daughter like this.. Afraid you chosen the wrong one hmm? Incase you somehow haven't caught on, I personally, would do anything to make her miserable." You have no idea where the confidence has came from but you don't second guess what you're saying. Your fingers leave his arm as you let your fingers trail up past his jaw & up to his hair, playing with it, at the same time Changbin pulls you in closer by the waist, sharing breath. "Never knew I could only make one choice.. Could correct myself one day but what would you offer me, y/n?" he says to you, a different look in his eyes than what was there earlier in the day. "Would need to just find out now, wouldn't you?" You snap back, leaning in just enough to wiggle your nose against his, not breaking eye contact. As you do this you hear footsteps upstairs & the bathroom door opening & closing which makes you both semi permanently snap out of it. He sighs before looking at the direction of the door then turning back to you, hands not moving. "We can finish this conversation later mkay? Wanna gimme a teaser though before I need to go?" he whispers to you & before you can stop yourself, you lean in & kiss him. It only lasts a few seconds but you know you can both feel some sort of weird connection between you both & you can't help but think & admire how soft his lips are, like mini cushions against your own. You both break away at the same time & he playfully ruffles your hair, messing it up before stepping away from you. "Goodnight, y/n." He says nonchalantly despite his cheeks & ears blushing like crazy before leaving the room, leaving you standing there, taking in what just hapened.

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You wake up the next day practically jumping out of bed, not being tired at all despite ringing Karina non stop until she woke up just so you could see her reaction to what you had just done. You look out your window & almost begin screaming at the fact your moms at work, her car not being in the driveway. 'literally feel like a fourteen year old girl what the hell am i doing' you can't help but think to yourself as you brush your teeth. You open the window & stick your hand out & test the temperature. You put on a pink bikini & put some sunscreen on before getting a drink & making your way out to the pool. You lay down & put some headphones on before shutting your eyes to soak in the sun.

You don't even know how long you've been sitting there when you hear the chair next to you being pulled out over the noise of your music. You take off your sunglasses & turn your head & to no surprise Changbin is lying on the chair next to you, resting his head on his arms as he stretches himself out. "You not meant to be working or something?" You question him while shutting your eyes again. "Swear I told you I worked from home? I have an hour break so why not sit in the sun. Could you do me a favour n but sunscreen on my back for me, pretty pleaase." He asks you as he reaches & takes your wrist, pulling it playfully as he already rolls himself over. You don't say anything but sigh as you sit up & get off the chair you're sitting on & grab the sunscreen from the space between you both & straddle the back part of his thighs as you squirt some directly onto his back, making him hiss & yell playfully.

You begin to massage it into his back, not missing the chance to look at the insane amount of muscles there. You finish rubbing it in but don't stop your motions, now practically massaging him since you have the chance to do so. You do this for a few minutes, Changbin letting out small sighs as you do so. You karate chop his back a few times which makes him yelp playfully. "Cmon, since I did it for you you can return the favour." Changbin sighs & mumbles to himself as you plop yourself back down on where you were sitting earlier, moving your hair out of the way to give him access. He follows quick behind & positions himself so your back is facing his chest as his legs wrap around the sides of you.

He decides to spare you the mini torture you put him through & puts the sunscreen on his hands & rubbing it slightly to warm it up before massaging it into your back. You soak in the sun on your face at the same time as you soak in his touch, knowing which one you like more & it stays like this for a few minutes, Changbin quietly singing a random song behind you which makes you 'shush' him which makes him tut. You feel him going over your bikini strap that's tied behind your back multiple times before he opens his mouth. "Your strap is in my way & it's annoying me, can IIIII untie it?" He questions, leaning forward to rest his chin on your shoulder. "If you want to get in my pants just say so, jeez. Fine." You grumble as he tuts & rolls his eyes but enthusiastically pulls on the bottom parts of the bow tying it together, letting it come undone. You hold onto your tits so the fabric so you're still covered. He keeps massaging you for a few minutes longer than needed before lying backwards, taking your original place. "Hey! You took my place, move!" you yell, hitting his leg lightly. "No! I'm comfy here now, just lay here because I'm not movin." he snaps back. You grumble & whinge as you throw yourself backwards, still holding your bikini to your chest, just to annoy him.

You forgot you even had your headphones on your head until he decides to nab them off your head. You protest instantly & sit up to steal them back but in the process, accidentally let go of the bikini shirt & you instantly grab it back to your chest but it goes noticed by you both. "n you said I wanted to get into your pants yet you're the one doing shit like this, hmm?" he teases before chucking your headphones to the side as he pulls you back to him, back against chest. "Why are your cheeks the same colour as your lack of top? Don't be so shy!" he says as he pinches your cheeks playfully which makes you want to explode deep down. "Pinks my favourite colour, yours?" he asks another question, trying to soothe you a bit if you are feeling embarrassed as his fingers now trail over your collarbones. "Don't have one, I like blue n pink though, green too." You respond, hands grazing over his, pretty much just hoping no wind quite literally blows your top away.

You both end up talking about everything & anything, ranging from college, work, childhood pets & least favourite foods. During this time you're pretty much holding his hands as you have almost accidentally guided his hands so his fingers are now on top of your boobs, over the fabric as he lightly fondles them. "Your hands are so cold despite it being so hot, whys that." you ask, trying to wrap your own around his hands as you speak. "Hands get a bit cold when I'm nervous, no idea why. Always been like that." he murmurs back, only half listening. You think for a moment before lightly pulling his hands so now they are touching your tits, completely skin to skin. You get goosebumps not just from the coldness of his hands touching your nipples but also from nerves. Changbins breath hitches in his throat but tries to play it off by gently massaging them. "You're so bold for someone who's doing this with someone who could basically be your stepdad." "Ew, don't say it like that, creeps me out. You're closer to my age than my moms by a landslide." You both let out a chuckle as you get more comfortable laying against his broad chest as he fondles your nipples & lightly squeezes your boobs, making you need to hold back light moans. He pinches your nipples which makes you gasp & you subconsciously twitch, before sitting up. "Don't do that unless you plan on finishing the job! You don't know what that does to a girl, jeez! I'm going inside before i burn through the sunblock. You can take my empty cup inside since you're such a gem." you loosely tie your top back together as you stretch your arms out, slightly pushing your ass out just as a tease. "Yah! Who do you think you are? I do know what happens, just wanted.. to experiment okay?! & who said i wasn't coming." He obviously still picks up your empty cup before toddling behind you as your hips sway as you walk inside, his hands wrapping themselves around them.

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You have no idea how it happened but you both end up in your bedroom, your back against your mattress as you're both making out. Your hands are ruffled in his curly hair as his thigh is in between your two legs, which you obviously can't help but grind against but the friction isn't completely all there due to the bikini bottoms. Changbin realises this from your small huffy groans & his fingers trail down to them, playing with the hem. "Can I?" he whispers to you after breaking the kiss, noses basically touching. You nod & he does just that. You chase ever so slightly after his lips again & you poke your tongue over his lips which he gladly accepts. As you are both swapping a bit of spit, his fingers resume what they were doing & he traces over your folds which makes you shudder. "You sure you wanna do this? It's a bit crazy, don't feel pressured." he assures you as he looks into your eyes, full of lust. "I do want it, pinky swear. My mom deserves it, just don't tell her." you reply, fingers still playing with his poodle hair as your other hand rests over his bulge, trying to show your sincerity, which works. He gives you his cute little smirk. He kisses the tip of your nose before he flips you both over, you now straddling him. He discards the rest of your top as he takes your nipple into his mouth as you stretch downwards so you can push his swimming trunks down just enough to free his cock. You can't see it due to his lips suctioned around your tit restricting you but it only takes a few seconds before he effortlessly manoeuvres you so your cunt is hovering above his face.

You let out a small squeal as he pulls your hips down, making you sit on his face. He wastes absolutely no time as his tongue begins to lick every crevice from top to bottom, using his teeth just the right amount. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his hands begin grabbing at your ass, kneading it in his hands which you know will bruise you slightly later on. You can't help but grind against his tongue as he is suckling on your small button & you throw yourself forward so you are now face to face with his cock & you gasp, not just from what the man below you is giving you but because this man is thick. You now see why your mom is obsessed with this man. You take a hold of his cock & your fingers barely even connect around the base as you let a glob of spit hit directly on the tip which makes his hips jolt. Your eyes scrunch over as his tongue slithers its way inside you, making your legs tremble on each side of his head. You jerk him off as you are moaning above him, thrusting your hips back & forth, your juices coating his face along with his own spit as you use your own spit as lube.

You finally build up enough courage to begin kitten licking the tip & then after watching him try chase your tongue, you put the tip in your mouth. You slowly open your mouth up as you take more of his cock in our mouth, surprised it even fit at all. You use the tongue to the best of your ability, drool now getting caught in hi pubes. You feel his tongue leave your hole but you don't have a millisecond to complain before two fingers take its place. You can't stop letting out whines at the pleasure as your shaky hand comes & fingers graze over his balls. He lets out a louder whine than what you've heard from him make this whole time. At the same time, your orgasm begins approaching so you struggle but manage to pop yourself off his cock. "g--gna cum, d-don't stop" you whine & he lets out a deep growl noise as he keeps feasting & drinking away at you as if he was never gonna taste anything ever again. Your fingers don't stop playing with his balls as your orgasm washes over you, your legs shaking as your arms give out, flopping down as much as you possibly can while Changbins big arms are keeping you up by your ass cheeks as he keeps your pussy grounded.

He breaks his lips away from your cunt & as you are getting your breath back & takes this time to now massage your ass, giving it some relief after the bear grip he has had on it for so long. You come back down to earth & remember he hasn't cum just like what he let you do.. & you don't like this. "yyou're so big for no r-reason, I swear." you say to him as you pick up his cock again, jerking it slowly, admiring how shiny it is because of your spit & precum alone. "too big for you? You can take it bunny, just suckle on my balls if your throat is sore, mkay y/nnie?" You instantly blush at the small nickname & you would be stupid to turn down the offer. "who woulda ever thought you are into that." you comment & he shakes his legs as he starts whining, putting his hand into your hair to As he grazes his fingers on the inside of your thighs & playing with your flaps lightly, taking into account about overstimulation while helping keep you grounded, you take his balls into your mouth. you suck lightly as your fingers also play with them, making sure to coat it in spit as your tongue swirls over them.

He instantly lets our a hiss as he sucks his breath in through his teeth, trying as hard as he can to not squirm around too much. You allow spit to drip down from past your lips as you slobber all over them, still slowly jerking him in your other hand, his higher pitched noises making you turned on even more than you already are, leaking even more juices onto his fingers. You switch over onto the other side before suckling on the rest of his balls & you're honestly surprised the neighbours haven't already came knocking telling you to both shut up by how loud he's being, making your stomach do flips as his fingers stay wrapped in his fingers.

All of a sudden you are pulled off of his balls completely, lips disconnecting with a 'pop' noise as the suction breaks. You are tossed onto your back & you spread your legs instantly, almost vibrating with excitement. You look into his eyes as his own are glued onto your cunt, shining with your juices as he pumps his cock slowly, completely covered in your spit, heavy breathing & his face red, still got your juices on it. He slots it on your pussy & thrusts upwards slightly, making you twitch & bite back a small moan as it catches on your puffy clit. "Stop playing, put it in, dyin' for it, pretty please." you whine out, voice more blown out than you wanted it to be. Changbin smirks as he lines himself up to your hole. "You sure you wanna do it bunny? It'll be a big stretch, we can stop now & pretend it never happened if you're having second thoughts." he replies, the hand not touching his third leg caressing your thigh, giving you a small smile. "Does it look like I'm sure? Please, just wanna fe-" you're cut off as he begins to push himself inside slowly as you suck in a deep breath, feeling as if you're being quite literally ripped open but in the most delicious way possible. He finally buries himself to the hilt & lets out a groan, throwing his head back. You can't help but clench multiple times & he takes this time to lean forward & nuzzle his face in your neck, licking & nibbling at it, not moving in order to let you adjust.

You tilt your head so you can kiss the side of his head as your fingers scratch lightly on his arms, leaving marks that none of you could care less about at this moment. "'m ready, please move, please." you whimper out, face flushed red. He hums before doing an experimental thrust, knocking the air out of both of you. He stands upright before holding onto your thighs & putting your legs on his shoulders before slowly picking up the pace.

You let out a moan that bounces off the walls & they don't stop coming. 'shit' 'binnie' 'fuck' 'so good' & 'uhs' splutter out of both of your mouths every three seconds. "s-so tight, can lit-literally see it" He whines out as he takes your hand & guides it to your lower belly & your eyes widen as you feel his cock poking through your lower stomach. You both look down at the sight in front of you & you wrap your hand around his as it's holding it down against your belly. "so good for me, aren'cha, taking it s-so well, creaming my cock hunny." he groans to you, making eye contact with one another. "so-so deep, so f-f-full." you basically scream back, your eyes watering from the pleasure, hair sticking to the sides of your face.

Your legs begin to shake & he pulls out & you begin to protest but as your tongue moves to begin yelling at him, he tosses you over so you're on your stomach before pulling on your hips so your face down & ass is up. He holds onto your hips as he sinks himself back into your creaming hole & continues his pace, making your mind numb. "Need you to hold out to cum, mkay? can c-cum together." you can't help but blush at what he's saying to you as he is holding you in place, fondling your ass with one hand as the other is on your hips, eyes glued to his cock sinking into you. He hits a way deeper spot in this position & you shriek before jolting yourself forward but it's short lived before he has pulled you back by the hips, leaving bruises by how much he is gripping onto you. "Don't run, you can take it, so good for me, hmm?so wet for me," He questions as he leans forward so his chest is resting on your back, his hips not slowing. "g-gna cum Changbin, so d-deep, f-f-fuck." your voice grainy as Changbin moves your hair from the side of your neck to begin kissing it again, squelching & smacking noises filling out the room & no doubt the rest of the house too. "Cum baby, so beautiful, aren'cha." he groans back to you quietly, voice shaky & hair stuck to his forehead.

It bubbles up so quickly you don't even have time to tell him before you're spasming underneath him, legs giving out & arousal squirting out of you & clenching so hard he pulls himself out to finish himself off. You're still riding out the rest of your orgasm & he pumps himself in his hand at a good pace & a few seconds later, his own release spurts out & resting onto the skin of your ass & lower back. You can hear his orgasm before you can feel it landing on you, his groans making you clench almost as much as you just were.

You both catch your breath for a few seconds before he leans over you again & pushes your head lightly so you're facing him, cheek smushed against the duvet. He gives you a peck on your lips & then nose & smiles at you, taking deep, quick breaths , you doing the same. "So pretty, even with your cherry cheeks, gimme a minute to clean you up." He whispers to you before standing up & grabbing a random item of clothing off your floor before walking to the bathroom & wetting it with warm water before returning & cleaning it off of you.

He helps you rest your head on the pillows as he brings you a bottle of water before coming to lie next to you, letting you rest your head on his chest. "S-swear you had work to do? It's been more than one hour, dummy." he chuckles as he plays with a strand of your hair. "Was more worth it though, wouldn't you say?" you hum in response. He readjusts himself & as he does this, he gasps a little bit. "Y/n i've eh, left a hickey on accident." You look at him for a second to see if he is joking but when it's clear he's not, you sigh before pulling him back onto you. "Nothing concealer can't fix. Might just let my mom see just to subtly hint." He tsks to you & rolls his eyes playfully. "That's a conversation for a way later date. On a negative though, I do actually need to go back to work n your mom is actually home soon so I'ma leave you here hunny mkay? I'll come n see you later, pretty pretty." He gives you one more kiss before you move so he can get up & he takes your swimwear out of the room with him, both of you still naked.

"We are gonna talk more about this later alright? There's no way we can go back to normal after this!" you shout as he is walking down the corridor & he shouts back: "Obviously not only friends!I now know I did choose the wrong one so we can fix it eventually!" You can't help but let a smile spread on your face slightly. You let your body calm down for a moment & then grab a towel & your phone before heading towards the shower, the spot between your legs raw & achey. Just before you get into the shower you obviously need to pull your phone out & text your friend what the hell just happened.

You: Can't promise I won't be sucking it up & driving all the way to & from college every single day from now on.

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charliedawn · 2 months ago

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Hello! Just a small Idea or imagine, feel free to ignore if you wish

Anywho, my imagination was: imagine the nurse, right? But she/he/they have an inhumane soul. Like let's say everyone has certain souls but the nurse had a very old one (maybe has the soul of a fallen angel or something sent to Earth to live normally?) that's gone through years and years of rebirths. But WAIT, There's more. Let's say in their past lives, they've been killed by the slashers before. Maybe penny or pennywise ate them in a past life as they were a child, or Michael had killed them as a bystander. I know Penny and Pennywise would probably find out without help due to them being- well, them. But maybe what if the nurse could tap into the past lives and that's how the rest of the slashers found out? Or whatever you want, I just thought it'd be super cool :]

(It actually made me think about a previous request so I decided to keep the concept.)

The old, dusty photo album lay open, the sepia-toned images flickering with memories of a time long past. As the slashers gathered around, curiosity piqued.

Freddy Krueger

Freddy flipped through the pages of the old photo album, his usual mocking smirk plastered on his face. But as he landed on a particular picture, the smirk faltered, his brow furrowing slightly. His gloved fingers hovered over the photograph of your doppelgänger—a face eerily familiar, one he knew all too well.

"Well, well, well," Freddy muttered, more to himself than to you, his voice low and sinister. "Would ya look at that ?"

He lingered on the image for a moment longer than usual, eyes narrowing. He knew exactly where he’d seen that face before—he’d killed you once. Or rather, killed someone who looked just like you. Memories of a past nightmare flickered in his mind, the thrill of the hunt, the screams, the sweet satisfaction of victory. But now, here you were again, alive, standing beside him, completely unaware of the dark history between you.

Freddy chuckled, a sound that was anything but reassuring. He glanced sideways at you, his tone dripping with teasing malice. "Hey sweetheart, come take a look. Doesn’t this one look an awful lot like you ?"

You moved closer, peering at the picture, oblivious to the tension radiating from Freddy. You smiled lightly, brushing it off. "Yeah, people say that a lot. That’s the founder of St Louis. Charlie Johnson. Guess I’ve got one of those faces."

Freddy's grin returned, but it was strained, like he was trying to keep up his usual bravado. He wasn’t going to tell you the truth—not now. It was too soon, and besides, he wasn’t ready to deal with the implications of it all. He didn’t do remorse—not his style.

Still, something was gnawing at him as he stared at your calm expression. Maybe it was the realization that the person in that photo, the one he had killed, was the reason he was stuck in this place now. The reason he had met the others, the reason behind his strange new life in St. Louis. It wasn’t just a coincidence; it was some twisted cosmic joke, and for once, Freddy wasn’t laughing.

He cleared his throat, shaking off the momentary flicker of guilt—whatever that was. "Yeah, guess you got a face that stands out, huh ?" he said, his voice light but with a trace of something darker beneath.

You tilted your head, noticing how uncharacteristically quiet he was being. Freddy—silent ? That was new. "You okay ?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Freddy snapped back into his usual cocky demeanor, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Pfft, me ? I’m always okay, doll. Just thinkin' how funny life can be, ya know ?"

You chuckled, not fully understanding what he meant, but letting it go. Freddy leaned back, eyes still flicking between you and the photo, that unsettling smile never quite leaving his face. As you walked away, Freddy stared at the photo one last time, his expression hardening. You frowned as you found it weird that Freddy would suddenly fall silent—him who normally couldn’t stop yapping. You looked up and your eyes widened as you saw the expression of Freddy’s face. You had never seem him do that face before. Ever.

"Nursy…I am sorry." He finally said.

Your eyes widened.

Had he just…? You chuckled nervously.

"For what ? What did you do this time, Freddy ?" You joked and he smiled back. Yeah. That would be the talk for another time.

Michael Myers

As Michael studied the photo, he clenched his jaw, clearly deep in thought. You noticed the furrow in his brow, the way his eyes darted between the picture and you. It was almost as if he was trying to decipher a puzzle, each piece leading to a darker understanding.

You must have understood his worry.

You took a step closer, sensing his agitation. "Hey, it’s just a picture. It doesn’t mean anything bad will happen this time, right ?"

This time…

You knew. Maybe you had always known. He quickly pulled out his notebook and scribbled furiously, his handwriting neat but hurried. He turned it toward you, the message clear : What if it is a sign ? What if you are in danger ?

You shook your head, trying to reassure him. "Michael, you worry too much. This was a long time ago, okay ? You changed."

He didn’t smile. Instead, he pointed to the picture again, his finger hovering over your doppelgänger's face. He then wrote down: Look at her. Look at the eyes. There’s something wrong. They are staring at me…They know. You were afraid and I killed you. I killed, Y/N.

You followed his gaze, feeling a chill creep down your spine. "I don’t see it. It’s just a face. It’s not like they’re—"

He interrupted you by flipping the notebook back to the last page, where he had written, People die when they’re connected to me.

The weight of his words sank in, and you felt a pang of sympathy for him. "Michael, I’m not going anywhere. You’re not going to lose me, okay ?"

He sighed, visibly conflicted. He picked up the pencil again, writing slowly this time. Promise ?

You nodded, your heart racing a bit. "I promise. It won’t happen again. You are changed. I have changed. The old Y/N doesn’t exist anymore."

He looked at you, and for the first time, you saw a flicker of relief in his eyes. But, also concern. Michael knew that it was only a matter of time before his bloody impulses would come back and then…And then…

He pulled you into a hug.

No. Not this time…Please. Not this time.

Jason Voorhees

Jason's brow furrowed as he studied the photo, the resemblance was striking and his smile faltered. It was as if the image stirred a long-buried memory, igniting feelings he had tried to suppress. The likeness was a ghost, haunting him with the weight of what he had done. He shook his head, trying to banish the dark thoughts that crept in. He remembered that fateful day—the fear in your eyes as he had pulled you underwater, the struggle for breath as he had mercilessly held you under water until no bubbles could be seen. The guilt clawed at him, a weight he could never fully escape. He stepped closer to you, the intensity of his gaze unwavering.

"Jason ?" you asked softly, searching for the man behind the mask. He remained silent, but in that moment, he resolved to change the narrative of his past. Without warning, he moved towards you, closing the distance with a firm but gentle grip. He enveloped you in an embrace, pulling you against him as if trying to save you—to keep you with him. You could feel the tension in his muscles, but slowly it began to ease as he held you. It was a silent plea, an unspoken promise that he wouldn’t let anything happen to you. His breath was steady, yet beneath it lay an undercurrent of fear—fear of losing you, fear of his own past mistake.

"Jason…" you whispered, resting your head against his chest.

He released you slowly, his eyes still fixed on yours, conveying everything he couldn’t say. The flicker of concern remained, a promise that echoed louder than words ever could. Jason would fight fiercely to protect you, even from the shadows of his own history.

Pennywise and Penny

Pennywise cackled, his yellowed teeth gleaming under the dim light as his eyes glinted with twisted amusement. He leaned forward, his gaze never leaving the photo, where your doppelgänger stared back, frozen in time. "Reincarnation is a funny thing, isn’t it ?" His voice was a blend of mockery and intrigue, as though the very idea delighted him. "I wonder what you tasted like back then," he mused, savoring the thought like a long-lost memory. He didn’t remember all of his victims, but he sometimes had sparks of how they tasted.

By looking at the picture, he could feel the delicious taste of fear your past self. He then wondered if you were to be afraid now, would you come to taste the same ? You tensed at his words. His eyes lingered on you, and for a brief moment, you couldn’t tell if he was remembering or imagining the flavor of your soul, trapped in another body from a past life.

Penny, standing beside him, tilted his head curiously, always fascinated by his older brother’s musings, though never quite grasping the full depth of them. "Do you think they taste the same now ?" Penny asked, his voice light and filled with false innocent curiosity, as if discussing a favorite meal rather than the horrors that lurked beneath that very question. Penny couldn’t possibly comprehend the horror of realising that you had been killed by the Penny Brothers—your own patients—in another life…

Pennywise’s smile widened, sharp and predatory. "Oh, I wouldn’t doubt it," he purred, his eyes narrowing as he took a step closer to you, inspecting you like a hunter eyeing prey. "The past has a funny way of repeating itself, doesn’t it ?" His voice dropped to a low, taunting whisper. "Maybe we’ve danced this dance before, sugar. Maybe you screamed my name, and I...enjoyed every second of it."

Penny giggled beside him, blissfully unaware of the darker implications of the discovery. He was entertained by the idea, like a child hearing a ghost story for the first time. "If we met before, does that mean we were friends back then too ?" Penny asked with a wide grin, his eyes wide and shining with a kind of uncomfortable naive excitement. You shivered. You hoped you hadn’t been…because that would mean that…even though you used to be friends, they had still eaten you—their instincts had still taken over.

Pennywise shot his brother a sideways glance, the smirk fading for just a second, a flicker of something more sinister passing through his features. "Friends ? Sure, lil’ bro. I am sure we were real close," he drawled, his voice laced with irony as he turned his attention back to you, watching for your reaction.

You felt the weight of his words, the cold, lingering tension in the air. Penny’s innocent question hung between you, but there was no escaping the darker truth that Pennywise reveled in—the possibility that you had crossed paths before, in a different life, and that they had already taken something from you once. And maybe, just maybe, they would do it again.

"Funny how history repeats itself," Pennywise muttered under his breath, his grin growing wider as he leaned in close enough for you to feel his breath. "I guess we’ll just have to see if this time, it ends any differently."

You closed your eyes. How cruel…But you had been expecting it. The fact that the Penny Brothers had decided to spare you didn’t mean squat. They could get hungry at any moment and decide that you weren’t worth the trouble anymore…And that. That did scare you.

Chucky

Chucky chuckled, the light from the photo album reflecting off his mischievous eyes. His small, plastic fingers traced the outline of your doppelgänger in the picture. "Well, well, well, would you look at that ?" he muttered with a grin that was far too wide for comfort. "Looks like I’ve met you before."

He turned toward you, eyes glinting with something wicked. "You recognize ‘em? Nah, of course you don’t." His voice took on a teasing, almost playful tone, but there was an edge to it that sent a chill down your spine. "Bet you didn’t know I already took care of you once. Guess you’re back for round two, huh ?"

You raised an eyebrow, trying to keep your cool despite the strange tension in the room. "What do you mean, Chucky ?"

He snorted, rolling his eyes as if it was obvious. "Don’t play dumb, sweetheart. This ain’t my first rodeo, and it sure as hell ain’t yours either. See that ?" He jabbed a finger at the picture again. "That’s you. Or, well, it was you. Before I did what I do best."

You stared at the photo, a strange sense of familiarity tugging at the back of your mind. It was unsettling how much the person in the picture resembled you, almost like a mirror from a past you couldn’t remember. Chucky’s voice broke your thoughts.

"I didn’t know then, but something tells me we’re not done. Not by a long shot," he said, his voice low and dripping with amusement. He let out a sharp, maniacal laugh, stepping closer. "What do you think ? You wanna do this the easy way, or we gonna have some fun like last time ?"

He was enjoying this far too much, but there was something beneath his bravado—something darker. He wasn’t just messing with you. There was recognition in his eyes, a hint of unease mixed with the usual bravado. He could remember your screams, your fear—and he enjoyed it.

You took a step back, trying to shake off the creeping feeling of dread. "You’re full of it, Chucky. It’s just a picture." You tried to reason.

He smirked, shaking his head. "Maybe. But you do feel it, don’t ya ? That little tingle in your spine ? That’s the past comin’ back to haunt ya, baby. And you and me ? We’ve got unfinished business." He leaned closer, eyes narrowing. "You can feel it. In your bones. You know me."

His laughter filled the room, that familiar, high-pitched cackle echoing in your ears. Even as you tried to brush it off, a tiny voice in the back of your mind wondered if maybe—just maybe—there was truth in his words. Chucky left and your eyes fell back on the picture. You swallowed uneasily before turning around to leave…

Brahms

Brahms sat in the garden, staring at an old photo album with a deep sense of unease. His hands shook slightly as he flipped through the pages, his breath catching in his throat when he finally saw it—you. Your doppelgänger stared back at him from the photograph, the same gentle eyes, the same smile, just like he remembered. His heart tightened, and a wave of guilt washed over him. You had no idea, did you ? You were unaware that once upon a time you used to be his nanny and that once upon a time…he had killed you. He swallowed hard, gripping the edges of the book. For a long moment, he just sat there, unable to tear his gaze away from the picture. His mind raced with memories, flashes of the past he had tried so desperately to bury. He hadn’t wanted to hurt you—not then, not now. But he had, and now here you were, back in his life, completely unaware of the darkness that connected you both.

You entered the garden and noticed him, sitting there with his hands trembling ever so slightly. "Brahms ?" you asked softly, stepping closer. "Is everything alright ?"

He didn’t answer, couldn’t find the words. Instead, he glanced up at you with a look of such sorrow and regret that it made your heart ache. You frowned, confused by the sudden shift in his demeanor.

"Brahms ? What’s wrong ?"

Brahms carefully closed the album, hiding the photograph from view. He stood, his tall figure looming over you, but his movements were slow, deliberate. He didn’t look at you, instead lowering his head in shame. For a moment, you thought he might walk away, but then, to your surprise, he gently wrapped his arms around you. His embrace was hesitant, almost as if he was afraid to touch you, but there was a desperation in the way he held you, like he was trying to protect you from something you couldn’t see. He buried his face in your shoulder, the porcelain mask he wore hiding the expression. You froze for a second, taken aback by the sudden affection, but then you relaxed into his embrace, your hands slowly coming up to rest on his back.

"Hey, it’s okay," you whispered, even though you weren’t sure what was wrong with him. "You’re safe, Brahms. I am here."

Brahms tightened his hold, his body trembling slightly. He couldn’t tell you—not now. How could he ? How could he explain that once, in another time, in another life, he had hurt you in ways that could never be forgiven ? He had been a different person then, consumed by fear, anger, and madness. But now ? Now he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you again, couldn’t bear the weight of that guilt crushing him.

In his mind, he was reliving that terrible moment—the moment he had wrapped his hand around your neck. The moment he had watched the life drain from your eyes. And now, holding you close, he was trying to save you from that day, from the monster he had been.

"I’m sorry," he whispered, though the words were barely audible, muffled against your shoulder. He repeated it in his head, over and over, the weight of it suffocating him.

You stroked his back gently, not knowing the full extent of his turmoil but feeling the depth of his remorse. "It’s okay, Brahms. Whatever it is, it’s okay. We’ll figure it out together. I promise."

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, his mask still concealing his face, but you could see it in his eyes—the pain, the regret. He gently shook his head, as if trying to tell you that it wasn’t okay, that it could never be okay. But for now, you didn’t press him. You just stayed there, wrapped in his arms, offering him the quiet comfort he so desperately needed, even if you didn’t fully understand why.

Bo and Vincent:

Bo stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the old grey wall of the garage, his ever-present smirk fading as he glanced at the photograph Vincent had uncovered. The resemblance was uncanny—you, staring back at him from the past, though dressed in clothes from a different era and fear in your eyes…Bo felt a strange unease bubbling up inside him, a rare crack in his confident facade. He chewed on his lip, looking over at his brother, who was holding the photograph carefully, as if it were fragile, like the truth it carried.

Vincent hadn’t said a word—he never did. But Bo could see it in the way his twin’s fingers trembled slightly, in the way his usually stoic eyes flickered with some deeper, hidden emotion. Vincent felt it too—the weight of recognition, the unsettling realization that they had seen you before, lived through this before.

"Well, ain’t this somethin’," Bo finally drawled, pushing himself off the wall and sauntering over to where Vincent stood. He took the picture from his brother’s hands, studying it closer, though the easy grin didn’t return. "Looks like we got a second shot at this, huh ?"

They failed to hear you enter the garage. "What’s that ?" you asked, stepping closer to see the picture. Bo, always quick to shield you from what he didn’t want you to know, swiftly tucked the photo behind his back with a playful smirk.

"Nothin’ important, darlin’. Just some old memories," he said, his Southern accent dripping with that charming, almost teasing tone he always used when he was trying to hide something. But there was something off in his eyes, something he was trying to hide.

Vincent, on the other hand, stood motionless, his masked face turned toward you, his breathing slow but deliberate. You could feel his eyes on you from behind the wax mask, studying you in a way that made you wonder if he was seeing someone else when he looked at you.

"Can I see it ?" you asked softly, sensing the shift in the room.

Bo hesitated for a second too long, which was unusual for him. Normally, he’d have some smart comment or distraction ready, but now, he just stood there, one hand gripping the photograph tightly behind his back. Vincent’s gaze never left you. Finally, Bo sighed, his easygoing demeanor slipping just a little. "I reckon you can, but it might spook ya a bit." He handed the photograph to you, his eyes watching your face closely as you took it.

You looked down at the old, faded image. The person in the picture—someone from the past, yet they looked exactly like you. Same eyes, same face, as if you were staring at your own reflection in another lifetime.

"Is this…?" you began, but Bo cut you off.

"Yeah, looks like someone you look like someone from way back. Someone who mighta met a nasty end, if I remember right." He chuckled, but there was no real humor in it. "Small world, huh ?"

Vincent, still silent, took a step closer. His hand reached out slowly, and you watched as he gently touched the edge of the photograph in your hands, his fingers lingering there as if he could feel the weight of the past pressing down on him. You looked into his eyes, searching for some answer, but all you found was a deep, aching sorrow.

Bo noticed the exchange and sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Don’t pay too much mind to it, a’right ? We’ve all done things we’re not proud of. No need to go diggin’ up old graves."

But Vincent remained close, his presence heavy and filled with unspoken remorse. You could feel it—he wasn’t just looking at the person in the photo. He was looking at you, really looking, as if he were remembering something he couldn’t quite explain. Maybe it was guilt, maybe it was something deeper, but whatever it was, it made your heart ache.

"Vincent," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "It’s okay. I am not mad at you. It is all in the past."

His head tilted slightly, the ever-present mask obscuring his features, but you could see the flicker of pain in his eyes. Without a word, he stepped forward and pulled you into a gentle embrace, his arms wrapping around you protectively. It was rare for Vincent to show affection like this, but in this moment, it felt like he was trying to atone for something, to shield you from a past you couldn’t remember but he could never forget.

Bo watched the two of you for a moment, his expression softening just a little. He may have been rough around the edges, but even he could understand that they had both grown attached to you. Bo sighed again and shook his head.

"Y’all are a couple of saps, you know that ?" he muttered, but there was a fondness in his voice. He turned his back to you both, giving you a moment of privacy. Vincent held you for a little longer, his embrace a silent apology for something you would never fully understand. But in that moment, it didn’t matter. You were here, in the present, and that was all that counted.

You ended up up forcefully pulling Bo into the hug before whispering.

"It’s okay…I forgive you. I forgive you."

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #pennywise 1990 #pennywise 2017 #slashers #pennywise x reader #michael myers x reader #freddy krueger x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #chucky x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader

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tonyspank · 1 year ago

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“CURIOUS WHO’S BEHIND THE MASK, TARA?”

Summary: Tara finds out who's behind her school's mascot, and finds herself getting closer to them. But Ghostface has other plans for the two.

Warnings: Ghostface, angst, character death.

A/N: no pt.2 sorry & old draft that i shall post because i love u guys

"Woooo!" Mindy yells, clapping and cheering for her brother. It was a rare occasion to see everyone in the Core Four present at a football game.

But this was the championship game, and Chad was the star wide receiver. Sam smiles along with Tara, watching Chad celebrate at the end of the game, securing Blackmore the state title.

The team mascot, a fierce brown cougar, joins in the celebration by doing flips and cartwheels on the sidelines. Tara leans into Mindy's ear. "You ever wonder who's under the mask?"

"Curious who's behind the mask, Tara?" Mindy wiggles her eyebrows before chucking, adding, "Chad knows! Just ask him."

Quinn joins in, "They're hot too! Chad showed me a photo of them." Mindy thins out her lips, nodding in agreement.

Tara raises an eyebrow maybe she will.

Chad laughs, now at Tara, Sam, and Quinn's apartment, along with Mindy, Ethan, and Anika. "Why are you so curious about our mascot?" Mindy sets down her drink, cutting Tara off.

"Quinn and I were kind of hyping them up." Tara nods, confirming Mindy's words. "The seasons over with! Why are you still keeping it a secret?" Chad shrugs, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "It's just more fun this way. Keeps everyone guessing."

Anika tilts her head, intrigued. "But don't you think it's time to reveal the mascot? I mean, the suspense is killing me!" Chad chuckles and takes a sip of his drink. "I don't know, guys..."

Ethan watches Tara and Anika throw their heads back, sighing and letting out a small laugh. "Maybe you should just tell them before jump them and rip off the mascot costume." He jokes, earning a playful punch from Anika.

Chad looks around the group before pulling out his phone. "I guess you're right," Chad says, scrolling through his phone. He stares at his screen a bit before a voice is heard from his phone. "Hello?"

Chad's face lights up. "Everyone wants to see you without the mask. They've been asking about you all day." The group looks at Chad with anticipation, eager to hear who Chad has on the phone.

"Oh...uh, sure." You let out a laugh, placing your phone on your desk, ready to reveal your identity to the curious group. Chad flips the phone off his face, revealing the screen to everyone. Tara and Anika's jaws drop, their eyes widening in surprise.

"Oh my god." Anika mumbles, covering her mouth in disbelief. Tara, on the other hand, lets out a small laugh. "I didn't expect that."

You wave at everyone. "I hope I lived up to your expectations!" you say with a smile. Chad, still grinning, introduces you to the group. "Everyone, this is Y/N. Our school's mascot."

"Mind refilling my cup?" you ask, pointing to your empty cup. Tara chuckles. "Can't you just use the force and make it fill itself?" She teases, mocking your Anakin Skywalker costume. You playfully roll your eyes, knowing that Tara always has a quick comeback.

"You will refill my cup." You say, waving two fingers in a playful Jedi mind trick gesture. Tara laughs and obliges, taking your cup before making her way to the keg. A brown-haired boy places his own cup upside down on the pump.

"You're kidding me, right?" Tara asks the boy, raising an eyebrow. He grins, "Nah, last one's kicked. We got hard stuff in the kitchen though." The boy extends his hand, "Frankie."

Tara smiles, shaking his hand. "Tara. Lead the way." Frankie leads Tara towards the kitchen, and you watch with a slight frown. "Looks like you have a sith to deal with." Mindy says, nodding towards Frankie and Tara.

You light up your prop lightsaber, and Anika adds, "May the force be with you." You chuckle and reply, "Thanks, I might need it."

You walk to Tara and Frankie, ignoring the boy as you smile at Tara. "Is that mine?" You ask, pointing at the red solo cup. Tara nods. "It's tequila, so proceed with caution."

You raise an eyebrow and take a cautious sip. The strong taste burns your throat, but you manage to hide your discomfort. As you hand the cup back to Tara, you notice Frankie smirking at your reaction. "Not a fan of tequila?" Frankie asks teasingly. You playfully roll your eyes and reply, "Let's just say we have a complicated relationship."

Frankie chuckles and turns to Tara. "Hey, I have a bottle of Fireball in my room." You narrow your eyes at Frankie's suggestion, could he be any more obvious?

Tara shakes her head. "I'm good. Thank you, though." You smile, silently grateful for Tara's refusal. It had only been a couple of months, but you found yourself grown to Tara completely.

"Do you wanna go somewhere more silent?" she asks you, turning her back to Frankie. You nod eagerly, relieved to escape Frankie's presence.

"Ghostface chasing us...Sam being Billy Loomis's daughter...is just mind-blowing." You say to Tara, leaning your back against the snack bar. Tara looks down at her shoes, a pensive expression crossing her face. "Yeah, it's definitely a lot to process," she replies softly.

You lift yourself off the snack bar and take a deep breath. "But regardless. I'm happy that I'm with you. You've truly made a mark on my life, Tara. I don't think I've felt so strongly for someone, you know? I'm willing to do some crazy shit for you, if it means keeping you in my life."

Tara's eyes meet yours, her eyes darting around your face. She takes a moment to collect her thoughts before speaking. "I feel the same way... It's scary sometimes, but in the best possible way. I can't imagine my life without you either."

You smile, leaning down and capturing Tara's lips with yours in a passionate kiss. You slightly pull away, bringing your forehead to rest against hers. "I never thought I would find someone who makes me feel this way. It's like you've awakened a part of me that I didn't even know existed."

Just as Tara leans in again, she feels a sharp pain in her back.

"Tara!" You shout, holding on to her before she falls to the ground. Ghostface turns towards you, attempting to slash at you with his knife. Adrenaline surges through your veins as you quickly dodge his attacks and push him into a movie poster.

You manage to knock Ghostface off balance, causing him to stumble and drop his knife. Taking advantage of the moment, you grab Tara's hand and pull her towards the exit, determined to get both of you to safety.

Just on time, Sam and Chad open the door, and all of you gasp in surprise. "C'mon!" Sam shouts urgently, gesturing for you and Tara to hurry. Without hesitation, you sprint towards the open door, looking for an exit. But it's not long before you're back where you started—the four of you fighting off Ghostface.

You all manage to knock Ghostface to the ground, and you grab a gumball machine, urging everyone to keep moving. You lift the machine above your head, ready to smash it onto Ghostface, but before you can make your move, another masked killer stabs you in the side.

You gasp in pain as the sharp blade pierces your flesh, causing you to drop the gumball machine. "No!" Tara shouts, rushing to your side, but gets held back by Chad and Sam. You fall to the ground, two Ghostface's tower over you. The pain intensifies as you struggle to catch your breath, realizing that this might be the end of the line for you.

"Y/N!!" She screams again, watching them stab you repeatedly with a sickening frenzy. Your vision blurs and darkness starts to creep in, but you summon every ounce of strength, mumbling. "Run! Go!"

The Ghostface's turn to the three, wiping off their knives in unison.

"Great job. All of you." Detective Bailey says to the three Ghostface's. Sam and Tara's eyes widen when realization hits them. "You?"

"Yeah, of course, me." He chuckles before continuing. "Frankly, I expected more from the two of you after what you did to us."

"Us?" The Ghostface on Bailey's left removes his mask, revealing Ethan. "Mindy was right, it was easy to juke the roommate lottery. All I had to do was room with a conceited, condescending alpha, literally named Chad! Fuck, it felt good to kill him!"

Sam and Tara exchange shocked glances, their minds racing to process the revelation. Ethan's words hang in the air, leaving them speechless as they struggle to comprehend the extent of his twisted motives.

Tara's eyes then fill with rage, thinking back on you and Chad, and they mercilessly killed you both. Ethan grins and holds up his mask. "This one was your grandmother's, Sam. Nancy Loomis? It really runs in your fucking family, doesn't it? Speaking of family, "

Bailey buts in, "Wait for it!"

"My names not Ethan Landry, is it Dad?" Bailey laughs, smiling proudly at his son. "Dad?" Tara questions, even more confused.

"Wait, then who else does that leave?" Sam asks, her mind racing to piece together the puzzle. "I don't know?...Mindy?" The Ghostface on Bailey's right takes off their mask, revealing a familiar face.

"Hey, roomies." Quinn says, smiling. "You didn't see that one coming, did you?"

Tara's eyes widen in shock. "Yeah, cause you died!" Quinn chuckles. "Kind of didn't, though. It was a good way to get off the suspect list. Stab Mindy on the train. That sort of thing."

"I just had to make sure I was the first one on the scene so I could switch her out with a fresh body. You'd be surprised at what a grieving father can get away with." Quinn smiles, "I got Stu Machers mask. He was my favorite."

Everyone turns to the last Ghostface, who had been standing silently beside Ethan. The last Ghostface slowly removes their mask, revealing a face that no one expected. It was you, alive and unharmed.

"Still curious who's behind the mask, Tara?" You ask with a smile.

Tara's eyes widen in disbelief as she struggles to grasp what she is seeing. "But... how? How are you standing here right now?" she stammers, her voice filled with confusion and shock.

"I watched you get stabbed!"

The room falls into a heavy silence as everyone waits for an explanation.

"And Sidney supposedly saw Billy get stabbed," you continue, addressing the lingering doubt in the room. "He used pig blood, but that's out of date. Modern special effects have come a long way since then. It's all about creating the perfect illusion, and that's what I did." You explain, revealing the truth behind the seemingly impossible situation.

"I got Amber's mask." You say, looking at it before making eye contact with Tara. "See, I miss my sister dearly. You know Tara, she would call me and tell me how much she cared about her best friend, and not even two months later, you shoot her dead."

"She was trying to kill me!" Tara shouts. You clench your jaw, your own voice raising. "She loved you!"

Tara's face contorts with anger as she retorts, "She may have loved me, but she was also willing to take my life. I had no choice but to defend myself."

"...How are you, Amber's sister? Why weren't you in Woodsboro?" Sam asks.

You take a step closer to the sisters. "Me and Amber weren't biological siblings, but we were raised together since we were young. As for why I wasn't in Woodsboro, I stayed with my aunt... I never was a Cali person, you know?"

Tara glares at you, her anger still evident in her eyes. "Well, it's not like you would understand. You weren't there when it happened. You didn't see what she did."

"I may not have, but I know how she felt, and I saw what you did. I came here to get revenge for my sister and I will finish the movie she started with Richie, believe me."

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morosis-haze · 1 year ago

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𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞

Ft. Aomine,Kagami,Kise x fem!reader | Pre-established relationship

Warning: Swearing

𝐀𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐢

❒ Would’ve thought he found his magazines digitally with the way he was staring at his phone

❒ Someone is trying to talk to him and his ass not even making eye contact just staring at his phone

❒ Like damn can you act like you care?

❒ The person starts to get annoyed and walks off just as you walk into the room now wondering what your boyfriend did now to piss someone off

❒ Aomine didn’t even look up from his phone not paying attention to his surroundings

❒ You of course now curious about what has your boyfriend’s attention have the need to figure out what has him so engaged in his phone

❒ You walk up getting behind where he was sitting and look at his phone… just to see your instagram page

❒ “You know you could stare at the real deal when she’s right beside you, right?”

❒ He flips his phone to face down as if now he couldn’t get caught

❒ He looked embarrassed judging by the wide-eyed expression from noticing him

❒ Aomine tries to recollect himself rolling his eyes and acting unbothered “I don’t know what you're on about” he grunts

❒ “Don’t play stupid in my face. If you miss me just say that”

❒ “I was waiting for you since you wanna be late” Getting up, he rolls his eyes, wrapping his arm around your waist “Let’s just go”

𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐚

❒Kagami and you were laying in bed it was another one of those chill days

❒ The fan was on, another rewatch of your favorite tv show started, and conversation was held between you two

❒ You both start to go into comfortable silence not really paying attention to the tv, starting to go on your phones

❒ After a while you're about to get up and grab snacks for you two

❒ When you turn to look over at him to ask what he wants you see his phone open on your instagram page

❒ He’s over here scrolling through lingering on the photos for a while

❒ “Hmm you think she’s pretty?”

❒ He gets all embarrassed not knowing what he should say after getting caught

❒ You laugh at his reaction and he groans “Why are you like this?”

❒ “Beautiful? I don’t know maybe so my boyfriend could just stare at any photo of me”

❒ “Yeah guess so since my girlfriend is really pretty” he mutters

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚

❒ Who is he to not wanna fawn over his pretty girlfriend

❒ He was always one to be complimenting and hyping you up like no other

❒ He always wanna see his girl so that lead him to be on your ig page

❒ First, it’s just looking at your more recent post then it’s going past photos before y’all were even dating

❒ Next thing he knows he liked an old photo

❒ He has the most dramatic reaction

❒ Being mad loud got his teammates looking at him sideways

❒ It’s a gasp, scream, then whining and falling all over the place holding his head

❒ Literally is doing the absolute most like you could’ve just quickly unliked the photo�� which he didn’t do

❒ Meaning you had the time to see the notification and you of course checked what he liked because you didn’t even post something today

❒ Once you see it was something old you just know you had to tease him once you saw him

❒ You went to go meet up with him like you usually did when it came to the end of the school day

❒ You already see from a distance your boyfriend’s dramatic actions and his team staring at him with deadpan expressions

❒ You wave to his team and they seem slightly relieved seeing you get your boyfriend

❒ "Ryu what are you doing? You plan on joining theater?"

❒ He straightens up putting on the suave act

❒ Smile on his face looking at you as if nothing just happened

❒ "A few have wished to see my face on theater but y'know it's just not for me"

❒"Yeah I'm sure they ask just cause of your face... anyways what's up with the stalking?"

❒He freezes staring blankly at you "You know?"

❒ When you show him the notification he can only whine more before getting a sudden burst of energy now claiming he can't be embarrassed for liking his girlfriend's pictures

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everythingne · 10 months ago

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marry me — ls2

you and logan have danced around dating since you had met all those years ago. An impulsive kiss may lead to a big jump in your relationship.

logan sargeant x reader

warnings/notes: steamy kissing guys watch out, so short i wrote this in one sitting, barely beta read, logan being head over heels, we love childhood friends to lovers!!

The photographs spread across the dining room table. You had sorted through majority of the things your mother had sent your way, but the photo albums of old pictures from the summer you’d spent with the Sargeants needed two sets of hands and two brains to sort through.

And so you called over Logan.

He was back in Florida for only a few short weeks during his winter break, visiting his parents and such. You had made the call expecting him to be busy, but you were pleasantly surprised when Logan had cheerfully told you he could be over in an hour after he helped his mom with something. You cleaned up the apartment a bit, changed into something you could wear around company (not that Logan would care), and brought out a bottle of wine for the occasion of reconnecting again after a few years away.

Lucky guess, Logan’s favorite wine was still the expensive one you used to sneak from his grandparents liquor cabinet when he’d visit in the summers.

He’s sitting next to you now, laughing at some photos you’d recently gotten developed. They’re from prom, your family having flown him out to surprise you so you both could go together—as ‘friends.’ Even if the crush you both had on each other was terribly obvious.

“God that was such a fun night,” You grin, showing him a photo you have of Dalton picking you both up and the tiny bottle shots of Fireball you both had in your hand in the photo. Logan laughs at Dalton’s horrified expression and leans on you for support.

“I gotta get you to these clubs after the races, I swear the guys will fucking love you. Oh, what are you doing around Monaco’s GP?” He asks, bright eyes and a wide smile as you slip the photo into the keep pile and keep thumbing through.

“I’ll have finals that week.” You him to him, “so depending on when my classes finish I could probably come down.”

“Please,” Logan laughs, then pauses at a photo that makes his eyebrows tense and he groans, “remember Kadin?”

“Oh my fucking god.” You whisper as Logan flips to show you a photo of his graduation party in Miami, where your short lived pre-college summer fling boyfriend is hanging off you in the pool, “he was such a dick.”

“Why did you even date him? He was a total asshole to you, like, all the time.” Logan tosses the photo in the discard pile and leans over to refill his wine glass as he asks. His eyes meet yours and you shrug, trying to control the blush that desperately tries to show on your face.

“I was bored, and the guy I did like at the time was moving away, so.” You shrug, trying not to look at Logan. You know if you do, you’ll spill your still massively huge crush on him. Wine made your lips looser and you couldn’t afford that right now.

“So, you dated a guy that was so bad I, of all people at that party, was the one who fought him?” Logan smirks and you roll your eyes at his cockiness. He’d broken Kadin’s nose after he caught him talking shit about you, to you. It had been a whole joke between your families for years.

“Hey, you chose to hit him.” You raise your hands in mock surrender and he laughs, picking up his little stack of photos to sort through.

“And I’ve never regretted it.” He clicks his tongue against his teeth and you snort softly at his confidence once more, before turning back to the photos in your hand. Comfortable silence lapses for a moment before Logan sets his down and looks over at you.

“I miss living down the street from you.” He looks over, cheeks red from his words as he watches you in the soft sunset lighting of the kitchen you’d grown up in. You both had done homework in these seats, eaten dinner here, played games, bickered, and had deep talks here. This was the place he’d realized he really loved your way back in fourth grade, and the place he let you go when he moved away for motorsports. You had always been his home, and he was surprised it had taken him this long to figure that out about you.

“I miss it too.” You sigh, “it’s nice to be able to sit and just… be us again.”

But when you turn to look at Logan, it’s like every rational thought leaves your head. Almost like just him being beside you is more intoxicating than the wine you’ve been slowly sipping at. He’s everything you’d ever wanted, he’s everything you needed, and yet he was untouchable. Until now. You watch his eyes as they flicker around you, unable to find a spot to settle, as if every spot of your skin is just as perfect and just as important as the rest. His hand finds your knee and squeezes it, and you find yourself tilting to him, seeking him out. It’s unconscious for you, as it is for him, and right before the big collide he hesitates.

“Is this…” he whispers, his hand sliding up your leg to rest mid thigh as his other comes to your jaw to tilt your head to him. You swallow, hard, and nod to him. To your best friend of almost twenty years, and watch his eyes flicker down to your lips before he leans in. You flutter your eyes shut when your lips softly brush each others, a test, allowing you to pull back if you want. When you don’t Logan pushes in and you meet him and a slight clack of your teeth.

The kisses start as little innocent pecks, but you aren’t complaining when he starts to get a bit more intense with it. You shift to turn yourself, one hand coming to his neck as your thumb presses to his pulse point earning a soft whine between two harsh kisses as a reward, but he nips your bottom lip as payback.

Logan’s presence on you and around you is intoxicating as he pulls you off your chair with one arm, you’d briefly forgotten just how damn strong he was as he effortlessly sets you on the table. His free hand scatters the photos you’d carefully stacked out of the way as he keeps your lips connected in harsh, deep kisses you find take every bit of oxygen out of you as you careen forward each time for more. It’s a feverish moment, lips connecting, sighing, hands grabbing whatever they can to ground you.

“Logan—“ you gasp, and he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes as your hot breaths mingle between you. The feeling of his panting breaths rolling across your neck making goosebumps prickle along your skin.

“Is this okay?” He asks again and when you nod he smiles, “alright, so stop talking and just sit pretty there, yeah?”

“I will but wait,” you gasp for air and he pulls back a bit more, allowing you to catch your breath. It’s here when clarity hits both of you, post make out haze slipping from your minds as his hands settle by your hips on the table.

“I’ve wanted to do that since high school, y’know.” You whisper, “the whole… kissing thing.”

“Me too, yeah.” He agrees, and you both just kinda sit in silence for a moment afterwards, “it’s been a long time coming hasn’t it been? I’ve liked you for… god over a decade now? Almost two?”

“Really?” You giggle as Logan blushes and nods, his hands taking yours as he kisses your knuckles. The heat of the moment is gone, sure, but now there’s a sort of raw genuinity about everything. It’s like seeing the world with glasses for the first time, every fuzzy thing is suddenly clears.

“Remember that promise I made you make in fourth grade?” He says and you almost burst into a loud laugh when the memory hits you, two dumb kids sitting on a playground and pinkie promising under the slide.

“If we weren’t dating by thirty five, we’d marry each other.” You link your pinkie to his and he grins, tightening his hold on your pinkie with his own. The sun comes in beside you, wrapping you both in its warm embrace as the tenderness of the situation makes your skin warm.

“I know we still have time but—fuck it, I’ve been thinking about this since you called me and asked me to come over. I can’t wait any longer. I don’t wanna wait.” He admits, almost whiny at the end before he leans forward and closes his eyes. His forehead rests to yours as he murmurs, “what would you say if I asked you right now? No ring, no witnesses, just us?”

“To marry you?” You feel dizzy, feeling him wrap his other pinkie around your other free one. Locked in.

“To get married, now.” He sits back to look you in the eyes again, “I know it’s kinda weird but I have enough to support us both and I loved you for so long and I—I really want—

“—Logan I would marry you with nothing to show for it.” You let go of his hands to cup his jaw, “Paper rings, no witnesses, just us in this kitchen. I’d marry you here. I’d marry you anywhere. I’ve loved you probably just as long, and maybe we’re rushing it but who fucking cares?”

A giggle escapes your lips and Logan’s smile doubles in size as he takes your hands from his face, holding your right while he kisses your left ring finger.

“Marry me.” He whispers, “marry me right now. I don’t care where we do it, or anything about it, but I want you to marry me. I want to call you my wife and take you to races and let you meet everyone—Oscar will adore you just as much as I do—“

You cut off his ramble with a kiss, this time being the one to pull him in. When you break, you grin and wipe saliva off your lip with your thumb, “Is that a good enough yes? Because I also want all of those things.”

“That’s a better yes than any words you could’ve said.” Logan grins and wraps his arms around you and kisses every inch of skin he can reach. And maybe you’re both tipsy, and this is something you’ll have to actually discuss tomorrow, but for now it’s just you, Logan, and a promise. No rings, no witnesses, no evidence of anything other than puffy lips and the looks in your eyes.

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silhouetteonpaper · 4 months ago

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MISSING

Summary: When another average day of work leaves you with piles and piles of casework, you’re surprised to see the missing persons report amidst the stack of papers. Jumping headfirst into solving the case, who could have ever predicted where it would leave you? Natasha Romanoff x Reader WC: 2,343 Warnings: Talks of experimentation, mentions of gruesome events

MISSING

Another stack of word-heavy papers are thrown onto your desk with a thud. You sigh, glaring at the agent who dropped them off, now leaving quickly in an effort to avoid any protest. Learning forward, you pick up the papers and start skimming through their contents.

New case file… missing persons… the same type of case work that usually fills your time, nothing about it catches your eye—that is, until you flip to the missing person’s profile. A blurry, black-and-white photo of a little girl is stapled to the page, the black text containing very little information.

It’s not the fact she’s a young girl that catches your eye—most missing persons’ cases these days have something to do with finding a child or family member now that the blip is over. But this file had nothing to do with that, instead a different kind of anomaly you weren’t expecting.

Missing Person: Super-human Abilities - RED LEVEL THREAT. The text leaves your mouth dry, thumbs frantically searching through the file to find any helpful information. Last seen in 2003… that’s far from helpful. It’s hard to tell what age the young girl is in the photo, but if you had to guess, you’d say around eight years old.

You’re no stranger to unknown super-humans on the loose, but a red level threat is never anything to take lightly. Still, something about her expression makes your heart ache, though it’s hard to make out small details from the pixelated image. You can tell she’s scared, and the only thing you hope is that she’s somehow safe. Because looking at the lackluster file, you have no clue how you’re going to solve this.

Hoping to get some added guidance, you take the troublesome case to the smartest people you know. Sitting around the conference table while discussing something definitely not related to work, you have no trouble interrupting by placing the papers in front of Tony Stark.

“I need your guys’ help on this case.” You voice, watching Natasha and Tony look up with a confused curiosity. They take turns looking over the file, glancing back and forth between each other and its pages.

“A red level threat, huh? Since when are they giving you big cases?” Tony teases nonchalantly, earning an eye roll from you. Grabbing back the papers after Natasha finishes skimming them, you watch as Tony types away on his computer.

“There’s barely anything on her, this is seriously all we know?” Nat questions, eyeing both you and Tony for confirmation. You only nod, taking another peek at the file yourself. Maybe if you read it enough times, some hidden information would reveal itself.

Your focused research is interrupted when Tony lights up. “We’re in business! I matched the image to the location it was taken…” he pulls up a hologram screen, displaying the digital files he somehow accessed. Immediately relieved you came to these two for help, you watch as a map appears before your eyes.

Suddenly, pit of dread forms in your stomach, the building marked clearly with an all too familiar logo. “HYDRA.” You state, seeing the same skull and tentacle logo that haunts your past. It’s no secret you were experimented on all those years ago, but it’s not something you talk about often.

Now finding solace in helping the Avengers, you’ve found a way to make light of your dark past. But right now, all that matters is making sure whoever this girl is has that same chance. You blink away tears that seemed to form as you’re brought back to the present. “Do you think they still have her? After all this time?” Natasha questions, taking in every detail of the map.

“Well, who filed her as missing?” Tony asks you. You can only shrug, knowing that information is usually classified. The only information you had wasn’t as helpful to the matter.

“All I know is she was filed missing back in 2003, and now they’re re-opening the case. I’m assuming it’s because they’ve figured out she’s got HYDRA level enhancements.” I explain, thinking out loud. Tony nods, turning the hologram off as he continues his own research.

“You can’t go missing unless someone is looking for you in the first place. Do you think she had a family? Or do you think HYDRA is behind this?” Natasha continues to think. You ponder her idea for a moment.

Would HYDRA really be smart enough to do what Nat is insinuating? “Like if she escaped, and HYDRA’s using this as a way to sniff her out?” You hypothesize, the nerves inside your chest growing.

Natasha nods. “Bingo.” It’s not that you don’t believe it could be true, it’s that you hope it isn’t. You know more than anyone just how scary it is to be HYDRA’s secret weapon one minute and target the next.

“I’ll see if I can find who filed the report back in 2003,” Tony offers. “In the meantime, try to find anything helpful. If we knew her abilities, we could track them.”

You take a deep breath, nodding before exiting his office to find any scraps of information possible. It’s hard to deny you’re unsettled by this case, the missing girl’s story quite similar to yours. While you think you’re in a healthy mindset to solve this mystery, a part of you still hasn’t fully processed what happened.

HYDRA is known for their experimentation on kids, and you’re not surprised that yet another victim is on the loose. But the feeling of an innocent girl now corrupted by their malice actions makes your heart ache. After all, you were once that girl.

Brushing aside your past to the best of your ability, you decide to search through the HYDRA manifest SHIELD acquired long ago. It was a record of all experiments they performed, one of the only copies as HYDRA wanted to keep it on the down low.

The boxes of browned paper seemed endless, barely any organization to the multitude of files; heaps of innocent lives all written onto paper like objects. Each sheet of paper included one subject, occasionally a photo, and everything done to them. You can't help but skim some of the text, your stomach flipping at the cruel procedures.

After three hours of sifting through novels worth of paper, you decide to take a break. Tony probably has more information at this point, or at least you hope. You’re in need of some good news after seeing the terrifying reality of so many of those HYDRA victims.

“Hey, any updates?” You ask Tony as you stroll into his office. He nods, pulling his attention from whatever he was working on.

“The report was called in by a married couple, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson,” He shrugs. “There’s not much else on them in my system, they seem to be an average suburban family.”

Sighing, you rub your forehead in deep thought. “Of course they have one of the most common last names… damn it.”

“How’s your research going?” Tony asks, genuinely curious. You laugh in a slightly manic demeanor, all those hours of looking through files making you delirious.

“Not great. I’ve been searching through the HYDRA manifest all day, and so far nothing. I’ve barely made a dent.” You explain. Tony stands, making you raise a brow.

“I’ll help, we all will. C’mon, let’s find this missing kid.”

It doesn’t take long for Tony to gather the entire team in the storage room, everyone pulling out profiles to identify your missing girl. You can feel each Avenger hesitate as more and more gruesome content appears on the pages, some of the heroes unaware of how terrible HYDRA really could be.

You’re about to give up, another few hours having passed. It’s a seemingly endless flood of victims, and if anything it’s making you more depressed. As you shift in your seat, about to stand, Natasha gets your attention.

“Uh, guys…” Her weary voice makes your heart stop beating. The entire team keeps their eyes glued to her while silence fills the space.

“What is it Nat?” You finally ask. It’s like the redhead's eyes are stuck on the paper, her mouth open but no words seem to come out.

“I…” Natasha starts, but the words catch in her throat. You’re about to rip the paper from her hands when she finally speaks. “The girl… it’s you.” Her eyes land directly on you in fear, the air inside your lungs disappearing as she flips the paper toward you.

There’s no way, you tell yourself. You’ve made amends with the past you’d never be able to recover; it isn’t possible that now, all these years later it’s suddenly appearing out of thin air. But Natasha’s right, the photo clipped to paper is a clear image of a younger looking you, there’s no denying it.

Everyone is in shock, your ears ringing as you take the paper from her hands. It wouldn’t have mattered though, the entire room was engulfed in silence as the team waited for your reaction.

Sure enough, on the page read your full name, the detailed list of everything you went through now flashing before your eyes. The storm that once gripped your entire life was all coming back, and you couldn’t stop it.

“I have to go-“ You manage to voice before dropping the paper and fleeing the room, your fear carrying you faster than your body as you end up locked away in your bedroom. The little girl caught in your past finds her way back inside you; the dread fills your chest as you sink to the floor.

Tears begin to cascade down your cheeks, the young girl with terrified beady eyes burned into your mind now staring straight at you. You can’t get rid of her even if you tried, no matter how many years pass or how far you run.

This job was supposed to save you, the girl who was fleeing in search of hope. And it did, for a while, each day filled with saving the world in one way or another. But now, in your overwhelmed state, you’re not sure if you can ever truly be saved.

A soft knock on the door makes you jump, the fervent anxiety increasing as you turn to see who’s brave enough to check on you.

Of course, it’s exactly who you expected. “Hey,” Natasha steps into the room, her concerned expression showing as she bends down next to you. “I know this is all a lot, but there’s something you need to see.”

You feel like you’re glued to the floor, but something about Nat’s soothing voice convinces you to wipe your tears and follow her all the way into Tony’s lab.

The entire team is already there, everyone looking up with worried faces as soon as you step inside. It makes you want to crawl back to your room, but a part of you can’t deny you’re curious as to what Nat needs you to see.

“Remember how I said an average married couple filed the missing persons report?” Tony reminds you as you approach him. You nod, sniffing back stray tears. “Well, I looked at your HYDRA file a little closer. Your birth name is at the bottom… Johnson. It looks like HYDRA changed it to avoid any suspicion.”

It doesn’t take long for your eyes to widen. You easily understand the connection between you and whoever filed the report. They are family, and they’re looking for you. Seeing your unsure expression, Tony motions for you to look at his computer screen. In the time it took you to have your meltdown, he’s already scanned your HYDRA file.

“Here, see? Birth name, Johnson. And over here… missing persons report filed by Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. That can’t be a coincidence.” He explains. You look over the screen, a new kind of anxiety filling you.

You don’t remember your parents, all those years of torture at HYDRA blocked out too many memories; you eventually just tried to forget everything about your past, unable to sort through what was good or bad. Even though you’re more than content here with the Avengers, there’s a part of you that longs for true family.

“I want to talk to them.” You state blankly. The group of heroes all exchange an unsure look.

Natasha puts a hand on your shoulder. “Are you sure? There’s a chance they aren’t-“

“I want to talk to them, please.” You repeat, nodding at Tony. He takes a deep breath, looking the pair up on his computer like last time. It takes only a moment for him to get an address for their workplace, a bakery a few miles away.

The idea of having family that works at a bakery makes you smile, but a part of you feels a sense of anger. It could have been part of your childhood, but it wasn’t. You didn’t grow up amongst the fresh loaves of bread and pastries, you were raised by criminals who used you.

Swallowing whatever overwhelming emotion swirled inside, you took a deep breath and mustered up any spare courage. “Thank you, I’ll be back later,” You manage to tell the group. You can see the look on Natasha’s face, like she’s about to offer to join you on your venture.

Cutting her short before she can speak, you reassure her. “I need to do this alone, I think. I’ll call you if I need anything.” She only nods as you walk toward the door.

“Wait,” Nat finally speaks up, her familiar concerned expression unwavered. “Whatever you learn, know that you’ll always have a place here. I think I speak for everyone when I say we have so much love for you.” Her words make the entire team nod in agreement, and you feel your eyes water once again.

Holding the tears off for now, you give Natasha one last hug before swiftly exiting the building, your feet carrying you with a new hope toward the bakery that holds your future.

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jamneuromain · 11 months ago

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Wild Child Chapter. 5

Series Summary:

As the granddaughter of the sole Duke in your country, you know that you were going to marry some douche prince, because it is the only way to solidify the grasp the future king has on the Upper House. On the flight home, you come up with a brilliant plan to defy your upcoming matrimony.

Bringing a random man to your grandfather's place, and say you have a boyfriend already.

"Is there anything else I should know about? Before I meet your family?" Ari cocks his head to the side, watching you adjusting your cerulean Valentino dress when you wave your hand dismissively.

"Just say we're in love and help me get out of marrying this D-bag."

Ari Levinson x You

#i didn't know he is my fiance-douchebag-prince

#when i did, it was too late

It was not the first time that he met you, while on the plane. Ari jogged his memory by going through the photobooks (back when printed photos and digital cameras were a thing, Christ, he sounded like someone from the 70s). He stared at a small photo which had you and him on it. It was the only photo of the two of you, at the start of the royal ball, where he was ordered by his family to act like a prince and agree to all photos taken for him.

Ari flipped to the next page, where people gathered at the end of the ball to take a picture together. He saw your father right next to his father, both smiling as fake as possible. But he couldn’t find you in this picture.

Where had you been?

That ball happened a decade ago, when you had just reached your teen years and he was ending them. Looking back at his early twenties, He wrote essays about the burden of the king, and why people should vote for a functioning government rather than rooting for the royal family. Ari knew that he despised the monarchy back then, even though he was a prince.

Naturally, he was just as obnoxious regarding the planned marriage. Attending his coronation and the celebration ball with reluctance, he tried his best to maintain a stoic expression when his parents – the King and Queen – nudged him to smile and wave.

“I need a breather.” He grumbled as soon as the guests started dancing, ducked from his mother’s hand and slipped out from behind the curtains, turning a blind eye to his mother’s warning glare, stepping into the royal garden.

He hated the fucking crown. He hated the photo shoot before the ball that made him look like a monkey up for display. He hated the first dance with his mother which made him feel like he was a 6-year-old boy. He hated his fiancé who was allegedly six years younger than him, which means when he was starting his sophomore year at the University of Ancetol, she had just finished her 8th grade.

How on earth could he marry a fucking child?

He mumbled these questions to himself, but they travelled in his head and returned with no answer as he ventured further into the royal garden, surrounded by bushes and trees, in the middle of a small track.

“I know. It’s unimaginable.” Spoke a voice from his left softly, “You’re Ari, right? I’ve heard about the plan to arrange a marriage between you and the Y/L/Ns.”

Ari turned his head in your direction. He vaguely remembered you had taken photos together, meaning you were either a daughter of the ministers and ambassadors, or one of the young kids from the noble family.

Ari hummed, neither confirming nor denying what you said.

You didn’t look rejected by his indifferent gesture, merely opening the little purse in your hand and extending it to him, “Want some mini-burgers? I snuck them from the tables just now.”

Ari led you to a stone bench in the corner, facing the roses and tulip bushes, where you shared the slightly squished mini-burgers in your purse in silence. Faint music of the ball could be heard, but people were too busy to mingle, he guessed, that no one bothered to enjoy the clear moonlight and the beauty of the Royal Garden.

You patted the crumbs from your sparkling dress and stretched your arms and legs, untangling the buckle from your high heels before landing on the pebbled ground with your bare feet.

A few simple movements made Ari close to smiling. Glad to know he was not the only one who found the royal rules a huge pain in the ass – or in your case, feet. You looked like a kid, really, no younger than ten but definitely not as mature as a 20-year-old. Maybe somewhere around 13?

“Your parents set you up with someone else too?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You sighed, “My father said it’s all for the best, but…”

“But?”

“He’s full of bullshit.” You swatted the invisible dust from the hem of your pink fluffy dress, “And I don’t believe him.”

Perhaps it was the food that you shared, having Ari feel like he was some kind of big brother, somewhat obligated to help, to resonate with your worry, “It’s probably wrong for me to say this, but have you thought about running away?”

You scoffed, eyeing him with a strange expression on your face, “I have no money, no skill to support me, and no connections that I can use and get away with. I’m 15, you can’t be serious about trying to persuade a teen to run away from her home.”

Damn, he sounded like a creepy kidnapper.

“Have you ever thought about running away?” You asked.

“All the time.” Ari let out a dry chuckle, “Can’t, though.”

“Let me guess, your skill set is too custom-made for being a Prince?” You cocked your head to your side, lifting the corner of your lips.

“Something like that, yeah.” Ari spared a glance in your direction. He didn’t notice that he was smiling too, which was … weird.

It felt odd, to have his spirits lifted so easily. Like you were meant to be close.

Ari felt like you were meant to be family. Brother and sister.

He’d love to have a sister like you.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.” You flipped your carefully styled hair to the back, looking into his clear blue eyes under the moonlight, “Go ahead.”

“Do you know Y/N Y/L/N?”

His face burned for a moment. Deep down, he knew he should have met his fiancé and not probing answers from someone he had just met for fifteen minutes. But he’d rather have a fresh pair of eyes who could provide something more than the standard answer, “a proper lady”.

“Yes.” You lowered your head, so that he couldn’t see your widening eyes, filled with panic. If your thoughts could make noises, it’d be blasting sirens all over the Royal Palace by now.

“What’s she like?” His question grew more hastened. It was rumoured that his fiancé spent most of her childhood on the outskirts of Ancetol, and had recently moved back to the family house downtown. He missed the first few balls and banquets in which she took part, resulting in never meeting his future wife in the 20 living years of his life, and he was frightened over the possibility that his fiancé was indeed a “proper lady”, which scared him more than if his fiancé has eight legs like a spider (Don’t laugh, he once had a terrible nightmare about his spider-fiancé when he was 15).

“Do you want the truth or a lie?”

Your question caught him off guard. Noticing that you were not looking at him, Ari furrowed his eyebrows and answered, “Truth, please.”

Hope Mr. Prince will like the truth then, “She’s … stubborn. A thick-head, if you will.”

“Sounds like you don’t like her.” Joked Ari.

“I don’t. And she’s not a Princess material.” The first two words sounded heavy in your mouth, which was why you lowered your voice and continued the vile comments you plastered all over your image – your image as his future wife.

“What, you are?” Ari threw the question back to you.

“No.” You sighed softly, your nails fumbling with the diamond necklace around the base of your throat.

“Then what are you?”

Call Ari intrigued, but he did want to know you better. At least he wanted to know you better than his future wife. Hell, maybe he would ask you for your company at later events such as royal dinners and celebrations.

Considering that he still had zero clue as to who you were, you answered with sincerity, dropping a slice of sarcasm here and there, “A rebel, a black sheep, a wild child.”

“Wild?” Asked Ari in a tone of disbelief.

“My parents want me to study Art History – Hey, don’t get me wrong,” You raised your hands, a gesture of peace-making, when you heard him snorting out a laugh, “I love art and painting and stuff, but I love debating more. I want to be one of those sharp-minded broadcasters in the future, or reporters, taking down bad guys.”

The faint music of On the Beautiful Blue Danube reached Ari’s ears. As reluctant as he was, reacting to this music, knowing that it signalled the ball coming to an end after the next song, he must put this lovely conversation to a halt.

“I’m afraid that’s my cue.” He grimaced at the waltz piece, standing up from the stone bench. His legs were slightly numb from sitting still in the same position for too long, but he didn’t mind. The little fragment of time where he could let go of the prince’s duty was precious and worthwhile. Sadly, he had to pick the duty up again. “Would you like a dance?” His eyes lit up, and he extended a hand to you. It would be a brilliant defiance to his father and mother, dancing with someone who was not his fiancé.

“Maybe next time.” You shook his hand as if turning a blind eye to the gesture of starting a waltz, “Nice to meet you.” You lifted the hem of your dress and made a curtesy, “Your Royal Highness.”

After that, you turned your back towards him, put on your heels, and disappeared into the trees and bushes of the Royal Garden.

He hadn’t seen you since.

Ari knew now that while he was studying at the University of Ancetol, you had applied for your undergraduate programme abroad. After that, he was dispatched to the Army to serve the country and also learn about the skills to command soldiers during battle.

By then, you had started your graduate programme at UCLA.

He seemed to have missed every event you attended, and vice versa.

Until now.

Putting the photobook back into place, Ari strode to the full-length mirror in the closet room, checking the two suits he had in mind to wear for today. Your text had sprung on Ari last night, informing him that your father has requested to see him, catching Ari completely off guard.

The business casual navy blue one, or the formal black one.

He did not want to intimidate your father, though that was what he preferred, knowing that your father treated you terribly because of this engagement. And the sudden “meeting” your father demanded was, without question, not your idea, or you would have warned him.

Or was that your purpose all along?

Maybe your father, after Ari called, thought you were joking about the new boyfriend? Maybe your father did not buy your carefully woven lie after all?

Ari threw these doubts to the back of his head, and finally decided upon the business casual one.

By the side of the large mirror stood a small table with a few things on it. His family ring - the golden crest with a lion, spear, and shield, a bottle of cologne he preferred, a folder with almost all of your information since birth (it might sound creepy, but you gave it to him), and last but not least, the to-be presents he had for you.

A small bouquet of roses, or a sapphire necklace.

The problem was, that he could not hold both gifts at the same time, while he was hoping that he would deliver his gift as a surprise.

A blonde emerged by the door to this closet space, clearing her throat, indicating her arrival.

"Do you think she'd appreciate the flowers more? Or this sapphire necklace?"

Ari consulted Rachel, his head security, who was standing by the door with her hand crossed. She could easily be mistaken as a statue if it weren't for her breathing.

"I think she would appreciate whatever you prepared for her, Your Highness."

"Less official answer, please." Ari shot her a pointed look.

Rachel sighed deeply.

Ballenia was going to be ruined by this hopelessly romantic and that cluster-fuck of a noble family.

"Based on the intel - the more sparkly one." Rachel pointed towards the velvet box on the table.

Despite the fact that you were raised away from your father and grandfather, you never lacked any material upbringing. You went to the best schools, the best universities, and had some of the best teachers the royal family could find for your education as a future Princess. Whenever you went out shopping for some gala, banquet, or ball, the jewellery store would be the first stop to visit – you liked sparkly gems and stones indeed.

And this necklace that he chose, with a dewdrop-shaped sapphire pendant and a ring of diamonds surrounding it, would look marvelous to go with your dress.

Still, he could not shake the feeling that you would appreciate the roses as well.

The roses seemed cheap and cliché, while the necklace seemed sparkly and expensive.

He should have gone with the necklace, right?

To guarantee his safety, Rachel had two other cars escorting His Royal Highness’s vehicle while she flew a helicopter over his head. Due to Ari’s protest, she did not come along as she was supposed to – in case you recognized this dutiful Royal guard, and as a result, him, Ari argued – but chose her dutiful second-in-command, a man named Ethan to be Ari’s temporal bodyguard slash driver.

Ethan was just as quiet as Rachel on the way to your home.

It was an ancestral building since the 1800s and took quite a few renovations to be as modern as it could. However, your family was on the verge of losing the house around the 1950s, until your grandfather made a deal with Ari’s grandfather, helping him to stabilize the Upper House, and in return, asked for a marriage for one of his children.

You were waiting by the fountain in front of the house when Ari stepped out of his car, wearing a blue dress tailored to your shape.

“Morning.” You welcomed him with a warm hug, whispering, “Have to keep up the pretences. My father is probably watching by the window right now.”

“Morning.” His hand landed on your back with a soft pat, chuckling, “What do we have today, Miss. Girlfriend?”

You took a step back, quickly shoving a velvet box into his pocket, “The usual. Family drama, that sort of thing.” You eyed his bulging pocket as subtly as possible, “A watch. Give it to me after we meet my father. Shall we?” You gestured towards the house.

“One second.” Ari returned to his car, fishing the rose bouquet and the necklace from the backseat, and presented you the necklace first, “A gift.”

Ari popped open the larger velvet box with care, dazzling you with the necklace.

You blinked, stunned at first but quickly shook your head, refusing the gift, “You really don’t have to. We agreed that-”

“But I want to.”

The answer slipped out way faster than his brain could process, Ari added hastily, “I know what we agreed upon, it’s just that…”

After spending years learning how a diplomat and a proper prince would talk, Ari, for the first time in his life, was speechless, in front of someone he barely knew.

He wanted to give her something that could belong to her, not that the watch she prepared couldn’t, yet there was a minor difference that he perceived. The necklace was something he could have a say, something that looked good on you, he was certain, but different, from the watch.

He wanted you to have it, no matter if the marriage works out or not, even though this piece of jewellery could be interpreted by you – supposedly his real identity was unmasked – as bribery.

… a faint proclamation that he cared. He cared about you.

Thousands of thoughts ran through his head, but Ari simply said, “Considering what you offered, I’ve been taking your advantage.”

You raised your eyebrows, dragging your tone lazily, “So this is your getting even?”

“This is my thank you.” He murmured, making up his mind to shove this stupid necklace into your bag if given the chance. Or throw it in the darkest corner of the Palace. Whichever comes first.

Not intending on dwelling for long, he pulled the bouquet of roses out of thin air, twitching the corner of his lips.

“And the other thank you.”

You gasped in surprise, the twinkle in your eyes was visible like the sun in the sky, shining brightly.

You hugged the roses into your arms, dipping your chin to feel the soft pedals caressing your skin, blooming a large smile on your face.

“I like it.” You watched as he reciprocated your smile, your voice faint as the teary glint in your eyes, “I like it a lot.”

A sharp inhale and the water in your eyes evaporated. You held the roses in your arm, and made sure every hair on top of your head stayed in place, trying to present the best in you before your father.

"Is there anything else I should know about? Before I meet your family?" Ari cocked his head to the side, watching you adjusting your cerulean Valentino dress when you waved your hand dismissively.

"Just say we're in love and help me get out of marrying this D-bag."

“Where have you been?” Queen Olivia, his mother, hissed in his ear, “You got me worried sick – Hello, thank you for coming. It is a great pleasure to have you here.” Forcing her face to form an impeccable smile as another guest approached and bid her and King Victor good night.

“A stroll in the garden. I came back, didn’t I?” Young Ari challenged her nerves when the Queen clenched her fists, “Anyway, I met -”

Fuck, he forgot your name. He forgot to ask. Well, he’d ask when you come up in front, to bid the King and Queen good night.

A servant whispered by the queen’s side. His mother glared daggers at him, announcing with a tone sharper than usual, “… Prince Ari’s suit has been stained; therefore, he went to another room in the palace to clean up just now.”

Behind one of the pillars of the ballroom, masked by the loud waltz, where the Royal family could neither see nor hear, your father slapped you hard across the face, “Filthy little liar. You heard that? The prince was changing his outfit just now. God knows what pig you have been flinging yourself to. Fucking imbecile, I gave you one simple task…”

He ordered one of the servants to bring you to his limo, for you had nearly disgraced and embarrassed him, while he straightened his tie and went greeting the Royal family.

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daisyblog · 2 years ago

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Carpool Karaoke

When We Were Young Masterlist Summary: One Direction help James get to work.

“Hey man, hey mate..it’s me. Listen..I’m in a real bind traffic-wise, I know you’re in town, is there any way you’ll just be able to help me get to work?...Ugh are you serious?..Alright…yeah I’ll see you in two minutes okay” James spoke into his phone whilst sitting in the driver's seat of the car.

The passenger's side door opened and James greeted Niall “Hey man..thanks..thanks for this..I really appreciate it. The traffic...”, James was interrupted with the back door of the car opening with Louis entering, “James”.

“I only need one” James tried to explain but YN, Harry and Liam followed behind Louis and began to get comfy in the backseats, “I really don’t need everyone...Waaw” James said whilst looking confused at the entire band sitting in the car. Despite YN and Louis not being on the best of terms right now, since they broke up, they both put their media training to use and wear their best fake smiles as they were told they had to sit next to each other, to avoid fans and press thinking they were anything but civil right now.

“The more the merrier right?” Niall asked James.

“I guess, I guess..yeah, alright”

"Make sure you get your belts on" Louis spoke next to YN as he reached for his seatbelt behind him. There wasn't much room in the back so YN was squished between Harry and Louis, so she leaned forward in her seat, one for more space and two so she could avoid looking at her ex-boyfriend.

"If anyone needs a wee-" James said.

"I need a wee" YN joked, hoping James might stop the car to allow her to change spots.

"Hold it" James instructed, making YN pout "Do you mind if we listen to some music"

From her place between Louis and Harry, YN began to shout “One, two, three”

The whole band and James began to sing…

You're insecure, don't know what for You're turning heads when you walk through the door Don't need makeup to cover up Being the way that you are is enough

Everyone else in the room can see it Everyone else, but you, ooh Baby, you light up my world like nobody else The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell You don't know, oh-oh You don't know you're beautiful

If only you saw what I can see You'll understand why I want you so desperately Right now I'm lookin' at you, and I can't believe You don't know, oh-oh You don't know you're beautiful, oh, oh-oh That's what makes you beautiful

As YN wiggled back slightly because she could feel her seat getting warmer, she could feel Louis' eyes on her but she choose to stay looking in front before she spoke.

“Who the hell put my seat heater on…stop it boys" James and Niall laughed hysterically in the front “My ass is on fire” YN continued, but Louis was quick to turn to look out the window with a smirk on his face.

As James pointed out a car that was following them with some fans inside trying to take photos, Liam explained that the fan had been following him for weeks.

"Is it scary having people find out where you live?" James asked.

"It does get a bit..um..scary when they're kinda like close to your house" Louis began to explain, before turning to YN "Do you remember..that time I tweeted about there being nothing worse than not being able to have a cup of tea in the morning 'cause we didn't have any milk" YN swallowed at Louis mentioning the memory so casually despite them hardly saying two words to each other for what felt like years. "Within an hour...someone's ringing me doorbell..there's like this forty-five-year-old woman..she comes to the door she's like 'here's the milk'..and I'm like aw well thanks love"

Noticing YN dip her head to her eyes are focused on the floor, Harry playfully pinches her hip and she turns her head towards him and he puts up his thumb, a little gesture they do when they want to check that each other is okay.

The band had just done a band harmony with James and the intro of Best Song Ever began. YN, Liam and Harry moved their fists up and down into the air as they were dancing together. “..to the best song ever” James hit Zayn’s high note, and in sync, the whole band stopped and stared at him in shock with the biggest smiles on their faces.

“Go on James..hit that note” YN encouraged and start clapping for him, making James laugh.

“Bands when I was growing up would always do dance routines and wear the same clothes..and you’ve really kicked against that..why?” James asked.

“Because it’s weird” Harry said with a serious expression on his face.

“We just made a decision that we weren’t going to be that band” Niall explained.

Harry interrupted “I think it makes that when at the start people are dancers..and none of us danced”

"Don't put YN into the same category as us for dancing lad" Louis tried to compliment, making YN turn her head to look at him, to which he gave a friendly smile. She knew he was trying to win her back, he'd been trying for weeks but she wishes he would stop saying little things in interviews, on stage and when others were around. It was getting harder each day for her to get over him. Wishful thinking on her behalf.

With an idea already in his head, James suggested the band have a dance routine at some point.

“Why don’t you choreograph it for us and we’ll do it” YN suggested.

“Here’s the thing” James began “You never made a video of No Control..and I think we could make a video with choreography” At the mention of No Control, YN tensed up because it was no secret that Louis had written the song and it wasn't rocket science to know that he had written it about his sex life with YN.

“Alright” Louis agreed.

“Ok..come with me on this” James said before showing the band the actions to each line from the chorus of No Control.

“So you do this…waking up beside you” James instructed whilst leaning his head on his hand and then lifting his head up and pointing forward, each of you copying his actions.

The next action made everyone laugh, “I’m a loaded gun”, James points down to his crotch, all of them copying. YN and Harry glanced at each other with raised eyebrows, wondering what James was going to think of next. Not going unnoticed Louis whispers something into YN's ear, making her roll her eyes at him but fans were quick to point out that whatever Louis had said to her made her lips turn up into a little smile.

“I can’t contain this anymore” with everyone's hands out in front of them. For “there’s no control, no control” James instructed them all to wave their finger out in front of them.

Next, James and Niall gave the band in the back, matching denim jackets to create the video. Everyone performed with sass and really gave the fans what they wanted.

“Do you know the game sleep with, marry, cruise?” James asked and continued to explain the rules of the game.

Niall was first, “Niall I’ll give you three people, you're three are Demi Lovato, Selena Gomez and Tina Fay” James stated with a cheeky grin on his face.

Niall began to think, but it didn’t take him too long “Sleep with Tina Fay”

“Nice” James interrupted with an impressed smile.

“Marry Selena Gomez”

“Good choice, why not”

“And go on..go on a cruise with Demi Lovato” “Great fun, great voice” James stated and was proud of Niall’s choices.

But what fans were really interested in was Louis clearly looking at YN whilst Niall answered and mouthing the words "I'd marry you".

The intro to Perfect began to play and instantly the band all started to sing whilst clapping their hands to the beat.

But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms And if you like having secret little rendezvous If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn't do Then baby, I'm perfect Baby, I'm perfect for you And if you like midnight driving with the windows down And if you like going places we can't even pronounce If you like to do whatever you've been dreaming about Then baby, you're perfect Baby, you're perfect So let's start right now

One thing that didn’t go unnoticed was the way YN kept glancing in Louis's direction as she sang.

To end the band and James sang Drag Me Down, all clapping in sync.

All my life, you stood by me When no one else was ever behind me All these lights, they can't blind me With your love, nobody can drag me down

Nobody, nobody

Nobody can drag me down

During the bridge, YN began to rap,

Ain't nothing to break a chain or two Nothing to nothing to break chain W Hear the spit about a penthouse view Yo changing, looking out from my red house view yo That's all is done when the boys come through yo Changing, looking out from my red house view (what) Don't think about, be it What nobody can do D to the R to the A to the G me down, ain't nothing to be around Harry and, James, woah woah Niall, Liam, and Louis and YN too Woah, hey, woah, hey, woah, hey, woah, hey, woah, hey, woah, hey, woah, woah, woah, woah The boys looked at her in shock but couldn’t help but dance and encourage her. Louis started shouting, and Harry clapped along.

YN and Harry harmonise your first high-note riffs together.

“Nobody can drag me down!”

They both keep singing loudly in Liam and Louis's ears to annoy them but as they both get to the second note they can’t help it any longer and just both burst into laughter. James turns in his seat and bursts into a high-pitched laughter too!

“Thanks for helping me get to work guys”

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theshakykid · 2 years ago

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En Route (Peter Parker X Reader)

PART 5

Summary: Peter Parker is aboard the Argo III, the world’s biggest passenger ship. He was sent by Tony Stark to strike a deal with Silver Sable, a wealthy businesswoman. But Stark’s deal will have to wait, as Peter has set his eyes on something- or someone - else.

Warning: Mentions of naked people lol.

Peter saw (Y/N) three days later. She was lounging on the main deck, her head immersed in a book. Huge black sunglasses framed her face. Her white sundress was slightly sheer, leaving Peter's face a burning red.

He walked past her, hiding his face behind the photo album he was holding. Peter was too concerned with not getting noticed that he didn't see the woman standing in front.

"Oh my- Watch where you're going," the woman yelled, pushing him out of the way.

His mission of not getting noticed was now futile.

"Peter?! Hey, it's been quite some time since we've seen. I tried looking for you, but this ship is huge," (Y/N) giggled, removing the sunglasses off her face.

"H... Hey (Y/N), I was a little busy with some things so... uhm... yeah," Peter answered, trying not to meet her eyes.

"Come on, why are you still standing there? Sit here."

Peter reluctantly walked up to her and sat down on the nearest chair. He placed his album behind him, trying to hide it from her.

"What's that?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just an album."

"An album? Of what?"

"Some... Uh... photos. That I took."

"Okay, you can't say that and not show me," (Y/N) grinned.

Peter sighed and opened it. He knew there was no way for him to deter her from looking at it.

He flipped through to the first page, gesturing her to get closer. The photo was of an old woman. Her hair almost completely white, save for a few strands in front of her face. She is sitting on a chair under a tree. A crochet hook hung from her hands.

"This is Bridget. I met her when I went to Germany."

"Is that a spruce tree?"

Peter hummed and replied, "She sits under it till the sun sets, waiting for her husband to return home."

"Is he not going to come back?"

"No, he died during the Vietnam War," Peter replied, his mouth upturned into a poignant smile. He flipped to the next photo. A man in his forties. He's sitting in a bar. The neon pink hair tie around his wrist contrasted against the light-yellow beer he was holding.

"This is Ivan. Met him at a Russian bar. He lost his daughter to cancer a few years back. He carries one of her scrunchies wherever he goes."

(Y/N) looked at the picture, and then up at Peter. For somebody who claims to be a casual photographer, he's really good at capturing the feel of the person being photographed.

Peter flipped through some more photos of people, but as soon as he reached the middle of the book, he quickly closed it.

"Wait, what happened? Is that all?" (Y/N) asked, confused why he did that.

"Uh yeah, yeah. That's it. I didn't take anymore," Peter replied, his fingers fiddling with each other.

(Y/N) narrowed her eyes and grabbed the book before he could stop her.

She flipped past the middle of the book to be met with-

"Is this a naked woman?!" (Y/N) gasped, getting distasteful looks from the people nearby.

"Shh, don't yell that out loud! Yes, it is. And before you call me a perv-"

"Uh, too late, pervert."

"I'm not a pervert! It's art, ok? Like those photos we saw below deck."

"Uh huh, right," (Y/N) gazed at him with squinted eyes, not believing his claims.

"Fine, look at the next one," Peter tensed, taking the book from her hands. He went to the next page, and the one after that.

It was photos of women... and men.... either half-naked or completely nude. But (Y/N) could see what Peter was implying. It wasn't anything lewd or vulgar. It was simply, art.

"D... Do you understand now?" Peter squeaked; worry etched into his crimson face.

"Mm, Sort of."

"At least you don't think of me as a perv?"

"Yeah, I guess."

Peter let out a sigh and leaned back into the chair, ignoring (Y/N)'s look of amusement.

"Hey, what did you mean by that?" Peter started. He sat upright again and balanced his photo album on his lap.

"By what?"

"That day in the bar. You said it was quite some time since you truly smiled?"

(Y/N) took in a deep breath.

"Nothing. I was just drunk," she replied, her mouth drawn into a thin line. Her face suddenly lit up, almost as quickly as it went down. "Hey, let's do something. Come on, follow me."

Peter sighed and got up, following her out of the main deck. He already knew it was going to be something crazy. Fortunately, he liked crazy.

"Can I know where exactly we're going?" Peter asked, walking with a slight skip to his step.

"My room," (Y/N) grinned.

They stopped in front of a white door. (Y/N) swiped her key card and got in. It was a big suite. There was only one bedroom and bathroom, but it was much more spacious compared to Peter's place.

"What do you want to do?" Peter asked, sitting on her bed.

"Can you take a photo of me?" (Y/N) asked, grabbing a camera from one of the cupboards. "This camera belongs to my fiancé, Sean. You met him in that bar, remember? I want you to take a photo of me with this."

"Uhm, ok sure. Just sit somewhere and strike a pose," Peter shrugged. He took the camera and adjusted the settings.

"But there's a catch," (Y/N) said with a glint in her eye.

"Which is?"

"You should take a photo of me, wearing this necklace."

(Y/N) held up a blue pendant necklace. The locket was in the shape of a heart. The blue gemstone glistened under the sunlight coming in through the window.

"Wearing only this."

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piers-official · 1 year ago

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The Broken Family Tree

“Hey Bro, how’s the organizin’ going?”

Piers is seated on the floor, surrounded by a flurry of papers and photos. He glances up at his little sister before sighing wearily, “S’alright, -lot of old junk if ya ask me.”

“Hmm maybe, but it’s junk that’s important to grandmum.” Marnie cautiously moves through the clutter of papers, tiptoeing around albums and old cardboard boxes used for storage. She squats down next to her brother, “I brought some tea, freshly made just for ya.” She offers a mug to him, which he gladly takes with a small thanks. Softly he blows on the steam before taking a sip of the bittersweet drink and quickly finishes it off.

“Thanks Mar.” he responds, handing the empty mug back to her.

“How long do ya think it’s gonna take?” The teen gently brushes some papers away and plops down next to her brother, Piers shrugs.

“Not sure, but ya can go home if ya like. No use stayin’ here if ya gonna be bored.”

“Nah I’m alright, Besides-” she glances around the seemingly tornado-stricken room, “Gram won’t be able to help ya clean all this…up…” her voice suddenly trails off as something catches her attention from the corner of her eye.

“S’wrong, Mar- having second guesses?” he smirks in a teasing manner, but when there’s no reply from his younger sibling, he looks up from his work, “Marnie-?”

“Who’s this?”

A (clearly very) old photo is suddenly shoved into his face, he grumbles a bit before plucking the photograph from Marnie’s hand. Silently he studies it for a moment before humming inquisitively.

“Well Obviously that’s Grandmum Mara-” he points to a young woman on the right, “-And that’s…” Piers squints his eyes, before holding out the photo in front of him as if trying to get a better view of the whole picture, “-Well I don’t know actually. Kinda looks like dad, but not quite?”

Marnie cranes her head outward toward the picture curiously, when a noise of surprise escapes from her lips, “Piers there’s somethin’ on the bottom!” She points. His eyes scan downward and sure enough there is indeed writing, in faded black pen, scrawled onto the photo:

Atticus and Mara Astor

The sibling duo sat in questionable, puzzled silence, simply staring at the words as if they would jump out at them any second. Piers blinks several times as if the words would change, and provide more of an answer, with each subsequent blink.

“Who’s… Atticus?”

Piers pauses in consideration, “I think… he might be our Granpap?” he answers, in slight shock. Then, the sudden realization hits him like a freight train, “-The one Grandmum never talks about. -It’s our dad’s dad!” he emphasizes, for both Marnie and his own waning skepticism. After glossing over the couple in the photograph for the umpteenth time, he decides to flip it over.

His heart drops into the pit of his stomach, eyes widening with surprise. -There’s more information written on the back:

Married in Nimbasa, Unova - Oct. 1981

Another moment of silence washes over the room, before Piers suddenly jumps to his feet, jarring his sister slightly. With the photo clutched in one hand, he quickly turns back to Marnie, “I need to talk to Grandmum, right now. I’ll be right back, stay here.”

Marnie was understandably confused, but simply nods in quiet bemusement. Piers eyes her worriedly for a second before taking a deep breath. With that, he makes his way to his Grandmother’s bedroom for answers.

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catierambles · 2 years ago

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Shades Ch.7

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Faith Culver (Vampire!OFC)

WC 1766

Warnings: Mentions of violence and organized crime

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They never did end up having that talk, at least not when they woke up or any day after. The case surrounding her bar went cold as while they had their suspicions, they didn’t have any evidence and without evidence, they wouldn’t be able to get an indictment or even arrest her for anything. The surveillance on her house was lifted and the bar was reopened a couple of weeks before Christmas. Walter spent most of his time at her place, as it beat spending it alone at his or at the station. He ended up crashing out in her bed more times than he cared to admit while she played some game on her computer, or watched movies out in the living room. Despite not really needing it, the bed was insanely comfortable, more than his own, and the nights he spent there were some of the best sleep he had.

“What’re you doing for Christmas?” Faith asked one night as they sat at the dining room table, him eating from a container of Chinese food while she sipped at a brown glass bottle from her fridge.

“I usually spend it with my daughter, but I’m guessing that’s not going to happen this year.” Walter said somewhat sullenly. “Why?”

“While the bar isn’t open the day itself, I do have something of a party for members of staff who don’t have a family either nearby or at all to spend it with that night.” She said, “Was wondering if you’d like to grace us with your presence.”

“I’d like that.” Walter said, “I’d just be spending it by myself in my apartment anyway. Dress code?”

“Comfy, but ugly Christmas sweaters are highly encouraged.” She said, “I have a llama one that I wear.”

“A llama?”

“It’s hideous, but I love it.” She said and he snorted.

“Should I bring anything?”

“It’s potluck style for everyone else who can eat, so if you want to bring something by all means. Even if it’s just a dessert.” She said and he nodded.

“I’ll be there.” He said with a small smile.

“It starts at 7 pm but feel free to show up whenever.” She said.

“I noticed you don’t decorate.” He said and he was right, there wasn’t a light or an ornament to be found in the house.

“Not much sense when it’s just me.” Faith said, “I make sure the bar is and should be before the party. Would have been long before now if it hadn’t taken its sweet time being released as a crime scene.” He stared at her for a moment, squinting slightly. “What?”

“You’ve always had a bar, right?” He asked and she nodded.

“In one form or another, yeah.”

“Even during Prohibition?” He asked and she snorted, setting the bottle down and getting up from the table, and heading over to her bookcase. She pulled a different photo album out than the one he had flipped through and opened it, turning through the pages before she found what she was looking for and walking back over to the table. He pushed the food container aside as she set it down and his eyes went to the old-timey mugshot featured in the center of the page. She was sitting in a chair, dressed in a rather bespoke dress cut in the fashion of the time, the words “R.DOYLE” scrawled above her in what looked like a white pen. “R. Doyle?”

“Rebecca Doyle.” She said, “It’s what I went by back then.”

“What were you arrested for?”

“The illegal distribution of a federally controlled substance.”

“You ran a speakeasy, in other words.” He said and she nodded with a proud smile. “You do any time?”

“No.” She said with a snort, “Paid a hefty fine, though. Well, hefty for the time. The judge was a regular of mine, it’s the only reason why I got off so light. Publicly, he supported Prohibition, but the man loved his gin.”

“Good old corruption.” Walter said, “Ever run into organized crime?”

“Sometimes.” She said, “Extortion rackets were common back then. Protection money or a cut of profits so “accidents” didn’t happen.”

“How’d you handle it?” He asked.

“By doing things I am not proud of now, but were necessary back then.”

“Such as?”

“Do you really want me to answer that question?” Faith asked, giving him a look and he thought for a moment.

“No,” He said finally, “No, I’m good.” He went to take the photo out of the sleeve, but stopped, looking up at her. “Can I?”

“Go ahead.” She said and he took it out, turning it over and seeing a location and date stamped on the back, making a mental note of it before putting it back again.

“Any other arrests I should be aware of?” Walter asked as he closed the album and she snorted again with a smile.

“No, Walter, that was the only one.” She said, “For reasons which I hope are obvious, I try to keep a low profile.”

Walter sat in his office the next day, working on his computer and doing a nationwide search for Rebecca Doyle, putting in the city name and the date that had been on the back of the photo. Her mugshot was the first thing to come up, as well as scans of the arresting police report, but there was an odd link in one of them and he clicked on it, the page changing over to a different mugshot, this one of a group with initials written above each man. His work phone rang and he picked it up.

“Marshall.” He said into it, still looking at his computer screen.

“Lieutenant Marshall? This is Lieutenant Hagan with the Port City Organized Crime Division.” He heard and he scowled slightly.

“How can I help you, Lieutenant?”

“Lieutenant, your credentials were used to access the Rebecca Doyle files?”

“Uh…yeah, I’m looking at them right now.”

“It’s nothing bad, Lt, Rebecca Doyle is a bit of a local legend in the office, so I was just surprised when an out of towner started looking into her. Thought I would reach out.” Hagan said, amusement in his voice.

“Local legend, how?” Walter asked.

“She’s a mystery, and I like mysteries.” Hagan said, “The first time the name Rebecca Doyle appeared in the records was back in 1923 when she was arrested for running an illegal bar here in Port City, officially anyway, but I think she was connected to organized crime.”

“Connected how?”

“Paul Constanza, also known as Paulie C was a low level hustler when Prohibition started, loosely affiliated with the Italian mafia. No one important, really.”

“Okay.”

“Then in one night, he goes from a small fry to a very big fish. The head of the local family and all his Lieutenants were killed in a spectacular display of violence, only Paulie C and his guys weren’t there when it went down.”

“So they got promoted.”

“That’s right. He was put up as the head of the local family in Port City and given everything he could ever need to make it work.”

“And the higher ups never suspected he was behind it?”

“Apparently Paulie and his boys were away from the club house that night on an errand the former boss had sent them out on at the last minute. There was no way he could have planned it ahead of time.”

“What’s this have to do with Rebecca Doyle?”

“Informant reports from the time state that Paulie gave strict instructions that Rebecca Doyle was off limits. The informant just figured she was Paulie’s dame, sorry, girlfriend, but I don’t think so. I think she was his partner.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Rebecca Doyle had a reputation for running one hell of an establishment. Girls, booze, anything you wanted to have a good time, she could get it for you. Besides one instance of her getting arrested, there was nothing, so she had to have had some high ranking law enforcement in her pocket. Bribes and blackmail were the name of the game back then, and she played very well.”

“Going back to Paulie C…”

“He said she was off limits, again, they thought she was his mistress, but I think it was a thank you for other services rendered.”

“You think she took out the former boss and his goons.”

“Don’t know how, but yeah, I do.” Hagan said, “She wasn’t blacklisted until after Paulie C took over, but there aren’t any records of if the former boss tried to run a racket on her. If he did and she took exception, she might have partnered up with Paulie to get rid of the boss and put him up as leader, with the stipulation that they left her alone. Rebecca Doyle was a scary tough broad, had to be to survive in that world.”

“So what happened that made her a local legend?”

“Besides the aforementioned? There’s informant records that state that at some point, they had a falling out and Paulie sent guys to her place to try to intimidate her, probably because Paulie got paranoid that she was going to turn on him. They got sent back in pieces.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah, then one night, Paulie and his entire crew were killed and the clubhouse burned to the ground.”

“Fuck.” Walter said, rubbing a hand over his beard. “And Rebecca Doyle? Was she ever questioned about it?”

“She vanished the same night, never seen or heard from again, like she never existed.” Hagan said and Walter sighed, his mind running over the information. “Enough story time, although I could theorize about Rebecca Doyle all day, what had you look into her file?”

“I um…” He faltered, “I think I know her great-granddaughter. She has a copy of Rebecca Doyle’s mugshot in photo album.”

“No shit, really?” Hagan asked. “What’s her name?”

“Faith.” Walter said, “Faith Culver.”

“Let me look her up, one second.” Hagan said, “No priors, but I found a DMV photo. Holy shit, they could be sisters, if not twins.”

“Yeah, strong genetics in that family, she looks exactly like her mom did at her age.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” Hagan said, “I might need to swing by your neighborhood sometime, see if she has any stories to tell about her.”

“Well, thanks for the history lesson.” Walter said.

“No problem, Lt, like I said, I could theorycraft about Rebecca Doyle all day.” He said and they said their goodbyes, Walter hanging up the phone and leaning back in his chair with a sigh.

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artistsfuneral · 2 years ago

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I posted 987 times in 2022

That's 2 more posts than 2021!

466 posts created (47%)

521 posts reblogged (53%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 858 of my posts in 2022

Only 13% of my posts had no tags

#reblog - 264 posts

#the witcher - 235 posts

#rambles - 221 posts

#artistsfuneral about the witcher - 185 posts

#witcher - 113 posts

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#self reblog - 86 posts

#jaskier - 85 posts

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#im about to finish my uni stuff and then i will start working on a super long (haha) new fic that i'm very excited about and that hopefully

My Top Posts in 2022:

It's Ciri's sixteenth birthday when she asks her Dad for a polaroid camera. Geralt raises an eyebrow at her, the sentence "I'm not a stupid hipster, Daaaad!" engraved in his mind. But it's her birthday, so he can't really say no, can he?

"If you really want one," he says, "then go up to the attic and look through your Mom's highschool boxes. You can have hers."

Ciri's eyes widen in wonder. She doesn't remember much about her parents, most of it comes from stories other people told her. Often being told how much she resembles her mother, Ciri has started to mimic Pavetta - hoping to connect with her in some way.

So,

Ciri spends her morning in the attic. Sitting on the floor and carefully going through some of the boxes that are labeled "Pavetta - senior year". There's a lot of memories hidden in cardboard treasure chests and she takes her time to enjoy a bit of her Mom's life.

She finds the camera. It's a charming old thing, safely put away in a brightly colored shoulder bag that is adorned with stickers and pins and doodles. It's well loved.

She plays around with it for a bit and to her joy it still works. Then she notices the side pocket on the bag where a little stack of photos must've gone unnoticed. Ciri carefully pulls the pictures out and her heart flutters with excitement as she sees her Mom wildly grinning at her, Ciri's father Duny, standing in the background, talking to somebody.

Flipping through the photos she gets a great inside of what her Mom's highschool time must've been like. The best thing about the find, though, are the pictures Pavetta took of Geralt. She knows Pavetta, Geralt and two other friends were a band in highschool, but getting to see it is a whole new experience. To her surprise, her Dad looks kind of cool behind a set of drums.

And then she sees it. Her eyes grow huge and in disbelief she pulls the photo closer to her head. It's a band picture. Her Mom, her father, her Dad, another girl and an awfully familiar face grin back at her.

Ciri does what every teenager would have done. She pulls out her phone and takes a picture of the polaroid, posts it online with the caption

"so apparently my Mom was in a band with leadsinger (at)JaskiertheBard"

Her post goes viral over night. A few days later her favorite singer and songwriter has sent her a chat request.

Ciri accepts.

part 1?

(read full fic here)

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What if "I'm from Lettenhove" is a sort of codeword in the royal class for children that have fallen out of grace with their court/family? And the higher your rank in Lettenhove, the worse the thing you have done is?

1,352 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

Jaskier walking through a market place past a pen where a bunch of horses for sale are kept. A horse neighs. Jaskier stops, turns around with a grimace on his face and looks at a chestnut mare. "Roach?" Roach nods. "He's lying in a ditch somewhere, right?" Another nod. Melitele above that horse has always been too smart for his own comfort. "I will have to steal you back now, I guess?" Roach neigs rather dramatically and Jaskier sighs. So much for a calm evening. A few paces behind the guy who sells the (stolen) horses backs away, suddenly having decided that that particular mare is not worth the trouble.

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So Jaskier, completely shitfaced, is sitting somewhere on the dirty floor near a tavern in Oxenfurt, when he meets Vesemir for the first time.

He instantly recognizes the old witcher and loudly calls him over, something along the lines of "Hey! Hey you- you, wolf! Papa wolf! Yeah, come on, I need to have a word with you about your son. The- the stupid one-"

Vesemir is obviously not amused, but he comes over nonetheless because for some reason that drunk kid knows him.

Then, Jaskier proceeds to ramble on about Geralt and it gets very close to trash talk, but Vesemir keeps his cool and reads in between the lines. What he finds out is this: Geralt - who up to this point had been his favorite - had somehow managed to break this poor kid's heart, not once, not twice but "at least five times". Said kid had apparently "spent more than half of his life" following his son like a lost puppy. He mumbles something about elves and djinns and then tells this elaborate tale of a golden dragon. "And then he left me on a fucking mountain!" Vesemir for his part would have not believed any of this, if the name Yennefer hadn't fallen. Many of the unreasonable things Geralt does are related to Yennefer.

The old witcher then takes a closer look at the sod on the floor and oh yes, didn't Geralt say something about a bard?

Then suddenly the kid stops mid sentence as if remembering something important. He waves at one of the other young men and loudly asks "Oi Mikael, is there- is there class tomorrow!?" Vesemir doesn't show it but he's kind of shocked. The drunk kid is clearly a student at the Academy, way too young to be traveling with a witcher. What ln earth is Geralt thinking?!

When the other man, for some reason looking as shocked as Vesemir feels, answers the kid's question with "yes", the bardling seems to sober up by a lot. He staggers up, wishes Vesemir a good night and starts to stumble towards Oxenfurt Academy, quickly followed by the other student.

The last thing Vesemir hears before they walk out of side is how the student asks the bard "Does that mean we won't have to write that test tomorrow, professor?"

Professor. Vesemir needs a break.

2,813 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

"Kaer Morhen Stables, this is Geralt Rivia on the phone, how can I help?"

"Hi, yes um- This is Jaskier, from the uh- cottage down the road?"

"The one with the flowers? Is there a problem?"

"Yes um- You see, this may sound a bit crazy but uh- there's a horse in my garden. My fenced off garden. And while that's not exactly a problem, the last time I checked I didn't own a horse so-"

"Fuck!"

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grippingbeskar · 3 years ago

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nothing fucks with my baby

frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 7.6k

warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (oral f receiving, mxf intercourse, overstimulation kinda) swearing, canon typical violence, mentions of death, mentions of blood, kind of a panic attack

a/n: OK so this was inspired by me listening to hozier and his song NFWMB so i highly recommend listening to it at least once when u read this (i would play it at the start and whenever it finishes u can repeat it or just end) bc that’s how i wrote it :) hopefully it fits the vibe!! ALSO in case you haven’t figured it out i am a firm believer in the fact that frank castle enjoys eating pussy so write that down because you will be quizzed on it later BYE!

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Frank was a caged animal. Hands cuffed to the metal bar on the table, staring at his own face in the two way mirror of the interrogation room. He knew he looked insane, beat up and bloody, ready to tear the place apart, but he didn’t give a shit. They hadn’t seen fucking crazy, but they would if they didn’t give him what he wanted.

His knuckles were raw, the cuffs pulling apart old wounds every time he strained and ripped at the bar. He was getting desperate; it had been 24 hours since he’d seen you alive. It had been the longest day of his fucking life, and it was starting to take its toll. He knew he was getting tired, every muscle in his body felt heavier than usual, and every movement in his chair made him bite his tongue so the assholes outside wouldn’t see his weakness, but no amount of sleep deprivation, no torture, no interrogation was going to break him until he got to you. Nothing would stop him.

The door opens revealing two FBI agents he hadn’t seen before. You had both had your fair share of run ins with feds, but these guys were new to him, and that was either really good or really bad.

“You look like shit.” The tall guy says, and Frank instantly falls into his act, leaning back in the chair, feigning composure. He doesn’t reply, doesn’t even look up at him, staring straight forward into his own eyes where he knows others watched.

“Guess it’s not easy killing 57 trained mercenaries on your own?” The woman standing to his right leans on the wall, and it was clear who had the superior clearance, her posture was relaxed and at ease compared to the tall guys shaking left hand as he opens the file in front of him, flipping through polaroids of Franks and your own handy work from the day before. He holds back a smile.

“I didn’t kill ‘em.” Frank breaks his silence, sniffing up the blood that started leaking from his nose.

“So, what then? You’re going to tell me they got mauled by a bear? Shot by a ghost?” You worked quick enough to not be seen, so it wasn’t that far off calling you a pair of ghosts, but Frank reveals nothing.

“They died from their own terminal stupidity.” He smirks and shifts in his chair. Frank tries not to flick his eyes to the side, one more step, one lean to the right spot and the tall guy was his. He had a plan, and nothing would stop him from executing it.

“You sure you didn’t have help? A certain… friend? Maybe a sidekick?” Franks hands ball into fists tearing at his knuckles and his jaw tightens. They know you were there, they’ve got to have to somewhere around here. As he lays another photo on the table, Frank freezes, only for a second. Its a photo of you, guns blazing, covered in blood. Frank looks away.

“Never met her.” The words taste like bile in his mouth, and he shifts again, jaw twitching slightly. He wants them to think they have him backed him into a corner.

“Come on, Castle.” The lady says, moving off the wall.

“Do you think we are that stupid?” The tall guy takes another step, coming around the corner of the table.

“Yeah, I do.” He spits out and moves. Swinging his body weight into the agent on the right, he slams him into the table, and uses the momentum to get his arms around his head.

Both his wrists are still cuffed to the table, but he’s got him locked now, using his biceps to cut off his air flow. The lady pulls her gun on him, and Frank turns to face her, squaring his shoulders and pulling his victim closer, constricting. The crackle of a speaker comes through the room, just seconds before the agent goes to pull the trigger on him. Frank doesn’t even flinch, staring her down while slowly suffocating the struggling agent in front of him.

“Dont shoot! Do not shoot him.” That voice he knows, and he looks back to the mirror, unable to help the hint of a smile that pulls at him.

“There you are, Madani. This enough of a show for you?” He screws up his face and uses all his remaining strength to crush the neck of the agent, his hands flying up and scratching against the jumpsuit that covers his forearms.

“You dont want to do this, Frank. You’ll never see her again if you do.” Agent Madani’s voice fills the room, and it echos in his head. He snarls at the mirror, and pulls at the cuffs, turning his attention to the agent who still has her gun drawn.

“You got no idea what I want.” He turns back to the agent across the room, dragging the limp feet attached to the man with him. “Take the cuffs off.” His breathing is ragged, but he sucks in through his nose. The agent doesn’t move, but her head turns to the mirror.

Frank knows the look of a solider waiting for orders, but as the hands clawing at his arms become less and less aggressive, its clear what she’s going to do. Mandani is smart enough to realise, too.

“Do what he says.” Her voice replies and the agent moves fast, scrambling for the keys, and as soon as one comes off Frank pulls back, the other hanging on his wrist, still holding the male agent. He uses one arm to keep him in a head lock but lets him breathe, hearing the gasping, strangled breath under him.

“Leave the gun on the table.” A look of pure hatred flashes across her face, but she does what he asks, sliding the hand gun across to him. He grabs it with his free hand, the cuffs bashing against the metal table. Pressing it to his hostages head, he moves towards the door, flicking his eyes to the lock, which she undoes without him having to ask. “Now tell me where she is.”

“Frank, think this through. You are in the most secure place in New York. There is no scenario where you two get out of this. Let us help you. Both of you.” He shakes his head, standing in the doorway. He flicks his head back, making sure the hallway is clear.

“There ain’t no one that can help her but me.” He presses the gun to the agents head a little harder, and the other agent gasps, going to step forward but thinking better of it.

“Killing everyone that touches her isn’t helping her.”

“Sure isn’t hurting.” He takes another step, and soon he’s going to have to make a move, with or without directions.

“She needs to be treated. Let us help you.” She repeats. Frank knows this is fucking insane, but he can’t let them get their hands anywhere near you. Ever since he met you, he knew there was something a little dark, a little rough around the edges about you, but nothing about him was roses and sunshine either, and having someone who felt that draw to madness too; understood it, walked the line with him and held his hand while you did it, that was fucking magic.

“Tell me where she is.” Madani doesn’t reply, but the agent in front of him shifts her weight, and Frank watches as her eyes flick down to the set of keys on her partners belt. He sees the tag marking ‘BLOCK D’ and the key attached to it. In one fluid motion, he shoves the gasping man into the room and slams the door shut, swiping the key as he shoves him in the back. Armed with the hand gun, he checks the clip, and he’s not surprised to see its full, 17 rounds burning a hole in his hand.

He runs, even though the muscles in his legs fight it, and he looks up, seeing he’s currently in Block C. Only one flight of stairs between him and you. It was fucking nothing. The alarm blares in his ears, red flashes of light momentarily light up his face and his path, and he slows down, hearing the beating of military style marching. He counts, one, two, six, eight pairs of feet, heavy and in time, coming up from the door to the stairs. He takes a deep breath, your face coming to him behind closed eyes. He sees you in flashes, your hand in his, your mouth on him, pulling him from the depths with your touch alone. His boot slams the door down, clicks the safety off the gun and tears them all apart.

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“You have no fucking idea what you’ve started.” You spit, and his hand comes down on you again, punching your jaw. You hear the click of bone shifting and you groan, letting the mix of blood and saliva fall out of your open mouth.

“Don’t threaten me, girl. You are not in charge here.” He’s old, and has a scar on his eye, making him look like some kind of fucked up pirate. You are not scared of him, but you cant stop the shake in your hands that are tied behind your back. You are terrified, not for yourself, but your stomach lurches all the same.

Frank is here somewhere, and if this is what they are doing to you, you don’t want to think about what they have in store for him.

They have you tied up, on your knees in the corner of a cell, blue concrete walls cracked and chipped, stained with a mix of blood that you have no doubt will be painted with yours soon enough. None of this bothers you like it should, all you care about, all you think about is him. Frank. Somewhere in this giant building, probably searching for you. Yes, that was it. He was going to come for you. He always came for you.

“Well who is in charge? Cause I know it’s not you. You look like someones bitch. Is that why they keep you down here? In the dark, so no one has to look at you? Bet they only take you from behind too, that or keep a paper ba-” He cracks his fist straight into your face, and your nose breaks again. This one knocks you back, forcing you to sit on your legs. One of his bloody hands reaches out and grabs your jaw, pain shooting up your face in his harsh grip.

“You fucking listen to me. As far as you go, I am the fucking messiah of this shit hole. You answer to me, and if I dont like your answer, I will beat you so hard your fucking ancestors will feel it.” You try to spit in his face but you can’t move your jaw. “Castles’ got no where to go, no more moves to make. This is over. You are over.” You are trying to breathe through your nose, but every inhale burns, and when your captors hand pushes your face away from him as he steps away, you can’t control the pained sounds that gargle up your throat.

You don’t know how long you’ve been down here, maybe days or maybe a few hours. You couldn’t tell, there was no light. Cold concrete burnt into your shins, and as the man slammed the door behind him on his exit, you rolled onto your side.

You were desperately clinging to hope, any sliver of an idea that you could come up with to get you both out of here, but you were so tired. Your body was weak, they had starved you, hit you, and now they told you Frank was with them, somewhere, stuck in the same position you were.

That would be what broke you, in the end, you think. If he wasn’t there anymore, there was no point in fighting, nothing left worth killing for. But he was alive, he had to be, and if you knew anything about Frank, it’s that he was a hard bastard to kill.

An alarm blares, and you fight all the pain in your body and sit up. The sound beats through your body, breathing life back into you. You try to stand but fall, rolling to your side and leaning up against the back wall. The man comes back into the room followed by two more agents, armed with guns pointed at you.

The man with the scar walks right over to you and kicks you once, hard, right in the stomach, sending more blood flying out of your mouth. The wall behind you acts as a crushing lever, his foot forcing the wind out of your lungs, leaving you doubled over and gasping.

“Don’t think for a second this is anything but bad for you. I will kill you, just for the satisfaction of watching him break.” Gunshots come from the hallway, and you lift your head up to him, so close you can smell his breath.

“Not if he kills you first.” You whisper, and out of the corner of your eye, you see a man fly past the small window in the door, his leg bent at an angle that makes you cringe to look at, even for a split second. You smile, and relief washes over you, because you know exactly who would be capable of that.

The agent pulls his gun against your bloody forehead and you lean into it, pushing back. You meet his eye, knowing Frank is outside gives you an entirely new sense of bravery.

“You wont do it.”

“What makes you think I wont? You are not pretty enough to keep, and not strong enough to use. You’re dead weight.” You smile.

“Because I know guys like you, and Frank rips guys like you to shreds. You know that, too, and you’re too much of a pussy to face your death like a man.” He snarls at you, teeth bared and smacks your face with the barrel of the gun. A lock clicks and the two agents drop behind him, perfectly placed bullet holes seeping through their heads. The scarred mans eyes widen, and you look up, holding back the tears when you see Frank towering above you.

“What’d you say about my girl?” Frank growls, and presses his hand gun to the back of his head. The gun doesn’t move from your head, but you only look at Frank, who winks down at you, sending blood straight to your head.

“I’ll kill her. Paint the walls with her brain.” Your eyes flick back to his one good eye, and you smile again. You know your right. He wont shoot, and Frank knows it too. Looking up at him, you notice his exhaustion. He is dripping in blood, open wounds cover his body, and the blaring alarm from outside no doubt signalling Franks route to you.

Frank doesn’t respond. One of your favourite things about him is he doesn’t play games. He’s up front, frank, if you will. He’s never lied to you, and you have never lied to him. He also doesn’t fuck around, reserving his banter and quips for you alone. So you don’t even flinch when the gun goes off, the agents body falling limp next to you, his blood spraying your arm.

Frank is not a religious man, but he falls to his knees in front you, and he swears he sends up a prayer of thanks. You shuffle towards him off the wall, and he uses the small key to cut the ties around your ankles and wrists. Your arms come up around him and you bury your face in his neck, him sliding you across the floor and onto his lap, pulling you closer.

You were here, and you were alive. A shuddering gasp leaves him, and suddenly everything goes quiet except for the beat of your heart next to his ears.

You start to sniffle as you try to hide the fact you are crying. You are tired, emotional and so overwhelmed with the reality of what you nearly lost, the smell of him making your senses burn with need.

He doesn’t say anything because he can’t find any word that would tell you what he feels like. He pulls away from you, but only far enough away that he can see your face and assess your injuries. Your nose is broken, lip slightly bleeding, but he doesn’t see anything serious. Your face, your pretty fucking face is probably all bruised under the blood smeared across it, but you are okay. You are okay. He keeps saying it in his head, because even though he holds your face in his hands, it doesn’t feel real.

“You found me.” You choke out, and you start to come back to reality. His hands are so gentle on your cheeks and you push your face into his touch, trying to still him. He was shaking, actually shaking, just in his hands, and it breaks your heart to feel him like that. He starts nodding, finding your eyes.

“Always. I will always find you.” You kiss him, mouth moving slow, wanting to taste him long after you pull apart. He responds instantly, following your lead as you drag his lip between your teeth and he follows your pull with his head.

“I thought they...” You swallow. Saying it out loud feels like betrayal, the mere idea of him being hurt, shot, killed makes you sick to your stomach. His eyes hone in on yours, and he wipes away a tear with his thumb.

“I will always come for you.” Your eyes flutter shut and you let yourself be absorbed in his words, the poetic drag of his promise settling on your sore shoulders, melting away the pain of hours of sitting in a hunch.

The alarm stops. Red lights turn off, and you both snap your heads towards the now open door. Your hands tighten on him, reality crushing you.

“Frank. His pockets - check his pockets.” He moves, reaching his hands into the scarred mans trouser pockets, roughly shoving him to the side and pulling out a set of keys. A tiny Lambourghini symbol is carved on the back of a button key, and Frank looks up at you, and for the first time since he walked in you see that little spark in his eye.

“My fuckin’ girl. How’d you know?” He stands and helps you to your feet, both of you moving as fast as your injuries allow.

“He wouldn’t- this way” you pull Frank down a hallway, pushing open a door “ wouldn’t shut up about how much pussy he was gonna get in his new car. Figured it would at least be fast.” Frank smirks a little through the blood on his face, and both of you press against the wall. To your left you see two bodies, lifeless and grey, and a hand gun poking out from underneath the right leg. Swiftly, you bend down and grab it, pressing it against your chest like a security blanket.

“Any idea which way?” He whispers, trying to hide his giant frame behind the break in the wall. You shake your head, but look toward the stairwell, and then back at Frank. He nods and you go to leave your spot, a hand coming across your stomach, stopping you. His touch drives you insane, even here, watching three agents sprint past you, your body heavy with fatigue, you cant hide the blush that spreads across your cheeks when his hand spans the entire space of your chest.

“Now?” You choke out, and he looks down at you, shaking his head. His hand leaves your chest and grabs your chin, pulling you into him and kissing you. You whimper into his mouth and you feel his chest vibrate with a groan. A few more agents run past but you dont care, your arms slinging around his neck pressing him closer. Its slow, lazy and matches exactly how you both feel. He pulls away, panting.

“You have any idea how much I missed you?” You smile when he presses his lips back to yours, sighing into his touch. The sound of footsteps fade out, running up the stairs and you see your chance.

“Maybe you can show me when you get me out of here.” He gives you one last kiss, seemingly not getting enough of you and links your free hands, and its then you notice the cuff still dangling from his wrist. You dont mention it, just stare ahead, going through the doorway and running down the final set of stairs.

Theres a window on the door, and Frank is sort of surprised this worked out for him, seemingly nothing going his way for the past day and a half. He sees a couple vans, a truck, and then his eyes find a bright red Lambourghini, the white of the headlights flashing when he presses the button. Three guards immediately appear in front of the car.

“Three of them. You okay to take ‘em?” Determination flashes across your face, and Frank watches as you check the clip of your gun, clicking the safety off and loading it. He loves to watch you work, and as you bust through the door, landing a perfect shot in the throat on the first guard, he has to stay behind a second to adjust his pants.

He moves to the drivers side as you drop the last two guys, spending a little extra time on the last, Frank hearing the crack of bone and a scream before you slide in next to him. Starting the car, he feels the rumble of power coming from the engine, and a little bit of a buzz rushes through him at the thought of driving this thing. He looks to you, and you are already watching him, giving him a nod and he gasses the accelerator.

He swerves through the garage, going up a level to hit the ground floor. The car lurches around a bend, and speeds toward the closed boom gate. Looking to his left he sees a couple of agents on their phones, scrambling to form some kind of attack, but you’ll both be long gone by then. Staring into the rear view mirror as he drives fast enough to break the boom gate off in one clean hit, he sees the face of one seriously pissed off agent Madani, followed by the tall ginger agent he strangled earlier and his partner. He puts his arm out the window and flips them off as you both disappear onto the highway in front of you.

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You dont know how long you’ve been driving, or how long you were asleep as Franks warm hand presses against your thigh, pulling you back to the world. You had to ditch the Lambourghini a while back, but the familiar smell of Franks van and the extra leg room rocked you straight to sleep.

“I’ll get our shit. Called up before to get a room, go grab the key.” Frank squeezes your leg and tosses his jumper onto your lap. You pull it on and inhale the scent of him, loving how wearing his clothes makes you feel like he is around you all the time. It also covers the blood stained shirt you still sport, and the hood hides your face, which looks ten kinds of fucked up.

A bell rings when you slip into the reception and an old lady looks up from her sudoku.

“Hi. We called ahead, a room for two?” She looks back down, hardly noticing you.

“Name?”

“Pete Castiglione.” You look down to hide the smile at Franks fake name.

“Heres the key. Check out by ten. You break anything you lose the bond.” Nodding once, you swipe the key and leave the money, hurrying down to Frank who held three full bags containing everything you both owned. You unlock the door and it reveals a small room, but there is a real bed and a shower, so its a five star in your books.

Frank drops the stuff on the floor and he follows suit, his back leaning against the end of the bed. You sit next to him, letting your head fall on his shoulder. The cuffs jingle on his wrist as he lets his head fall in his hands, rubbing his eyes.

The reality of what you both just went through hasn’t really hit yet, the high of adrenaline and finding each other, both still physically in one piece covering the rollercoaster of emotions you had both experienced. Frank was fucked up, and he wasn’t even thinking of the broken bones, lacerations and bruises all over him. He nearly lost you.

You; the single most important thing in the universe to him. He knows what loss feels like, and it took him years to even try to see the light at the end of that tunnel, you being the beacon that drew him out. He doesn’t think - no, he knows he couldn’t survive losing you, even the thought exhausted him, drained him, made him feel empty.

You couldn’t form a coherent thought, instead just trying to focus on the living, breathing man under your cheek. Frank was your rock, the one solid thing in your life. You would be lost without him, you were lost without him, a single 24 hours making you re think everything you had ever done up to that point. You don’t know what to say, but your body speaks for you. Your stomach rumbles.

Frank laughs under your cheek, and the noise sounds like a song.

“You hungry, sweetheart?” You just nod, and he gets up, going over to the small kitchen, opening a bag and pulling out something pre packaged. “Well, we got noodles or mac ‘n cheese. Pick your poison.” You nod to the mac ‘n cheese packet and he turns on the kettle to boil some water. “Go get cleaned up. I’ll make it.”

You grab some clean clothes and rush into the bathroom, turning on the shower to the hottest possible setting. Letting the steam build up and clear your mind, you step in and the water instantly runs red. You close your eyes, not wanting to look, but theres so much blood and you dont even know how much is yours.

Running your hands through your hair it keeps coming, and you try to open your eyes to find the shampoo but your vision is blurred, red water filling your vision. You step back and hit the wall, and its cold.

Cold like concrete. You hit your knuckles on the wall in front of you trying to find your footing and you cry out in pain, the busted wounds covering your hands fresh and tender from the hot water. You try to look and just see more red. You cant see anything but red blood and every time you breathe in you suck water in your lungs. Everything hurts so bad and its burning and-

“Shh. Hey. I got you.” Two hands part the hair that has fallen into your eyes and its not until Frank pulls you into him that you realise you were crying. He shushes you gently, the water running over both of you and his hands wrap you tighter. “Let me help you.”

You nod and he gently turns you around. He does something, maybe steps away but returns in a second and a sweet lavender smell fills the shower. His hands run through your hair, massaging in deep circles as he washes out the blood and sweat from the past day. He runs his fingers through it, detangling it so softly that it doesn’t hurt when he pulls through the knots, making it silky and soft against your back. He takes his time, washing it section by section and then moving the head of the shower so it just runs over your hair, probably suffocating him, but none of it runs over your face so you dont have to see it.

His hands leave your hair and moan escapes you when they return, and you can feel the soap coating them as he runs over your shoulders, massaging those same, incredible circles on your sore muscles. He spends time on every inch of your skin, taking away any stains that stuck to you, and his lips come to press soft kisses on the back of your neck. He works his hands down your back, and you arch into him. Its when you press against him that you realise he is still wearing his clothes.

You spin and lift the hem of his shirt, and even though you are the one tearing at him, he still searches your face for permission. He has no idea what happened to you down there, and part of him doesn’t want to know, because he already killed the guy in there with you, and he’s afraid he didn’t make him suffer enough. He could spend an eternity just touching your bare skin, and when he heard you crying in the shower, he didn’t hesitate to slide right in next to you, not expecting anything but to hold you.

The burning look in your eyes as you rip his shirt over his head, however, has his mind wandering. You pull him by the belt further into the shower, and the hot water rushes over him. You return the favour, getting some soap on your hands and running your fingers through his hair, and he leans down to let you reach. His mouth attaches to your neck and he feels this primal need to mark you up, so at least one of the bruises on you is made by him, with care and need. You moan under his lips and he shudders as you drag your fingernails over his scalp.

“Pants.” You say and he drops everything, kicking the jeans and boxers outside of the shower and leaving just you, him and the steam swirling between you. Your hands leave his hair and you let your fingertips trail down his chest, washing where you can and careful not to touch any parts of him that look too raw, so as not to hurt him.

Your touch drives him crazy. You are cautious and light, and he knows you dont want to hurt him, but he doesn’t give a fuck. He wants you to crash yourself into him, scrape your nails over every inch of his skin and make him bleed. He wants all of you, and even though you are both naked and pressed against each other, he isn’t close enough. He drops to his knees in front of you for the second time today.

“Frank.” You say into the rushing water, but he just puts his hands around your ankles and pulls you closer, leaving little kisses along the tops of your thighs. He puts a little more soap in his hands and strong fingers massage your calfs. A long, drawn out sound comes from you and your hands find his hair as he relaxes the strained muscle, running up and down in long circles.

“Feel good?” You just nod and mumble, your bottom lip between your teeth. “Good. What about this?” His hands move up slowly, past the back of your knees and start at your lower thigh, those same circles making your legs shake for an entirely different reason. His lips so close to where you need him nearly ruins you, and you look down at him, taking in the sight.

His eyes are closed and he looks like he is enjoying this as much as you are, impossibly so because of how well his hands work you. You feel the entire day dissipating underneath his touch and when his hand slides between your upper thigh you step apart on instinct.

“Tell me how this feels.” He murmurs against your skin and his tongue finds your centre. You cry out in pleasure as soon as he touches you, and one hand slides a finger inside of you, the other grabbing your ass to pull you closer.

“So good. Always so good.” You manage through the water, your clean hair sliding over your shoulders as your head drops.

“Missed this pussy more than anything.” You exhale harder and you think you would laugh if he wasn’t making you feel so fucking good. Your thoughts are full of only his face buried between your legs and you feel your entire body building to a release, electricity jolting every nerve ending from your head to your toes.

Frank is like a man starved. He could do this for days, weeks. He could spend every morning between your legs and die a happy man. You taste like everything he loves, so sweet and soft, and the way you say his name, pulling on his hair harder the closer you get to your high. This was the exact moment he was picturing when he ripped those guys apart on the stairwell. He saw your smile, your laugh as he tickled your stomach with his hair as he went down on you. It was perfection. You were perfection.

“Fuck. Frank, I cant w-wait.” He ‘hmm’s into you and the hand on your ass tightens.

“Good. Relax.” He replies in short words so he doesn’t have to tear himself away from between your legs. He can feel the flex of your core against his skin and he buries himself deeper inside of you, fingers curling and dragging against the spot he knows makes your eyes roll back.

“Fuck!” Your orgasm hits you all of a sudden and he never leaves between your legs as you ride his face through it. Your hands fist in his short hair and your entire body shakes, his strong hand supporting you from the back. Your vision is white behind your shut eyes and you feel every movement he makes like he’s inside every part of you.

He doesn’t leave you, fingers still working that spot, and his tongue smoothing over, moving slow. He’s a man on a mission, and your stomach tightens every time he flicks over your clit.

“’M not done. Give me one more.” He looks up at you and you look ruined in the best fucking way. He loves that he does that to you, that he has the power to make you forget everything but him and the pleasure he makes you feel.

You could never deny him anything. Those eyes make you feel as malleable as the water running over you, and it doesn’t take long for him to build you up again, his expert hands carving you out. You can’t hold yourself up anymore, fighting the fatigue for so long suddenly catching up to you.

The shower is big enough for you to slide down, Franks arm slowing your fall. He moves back, but his mouth never leaves as you find your place on the floor. He works faster, the angle probably uncomfortable for him but if it is, it doesn't effect his enthusiasm.

“Fuck, Frank don’t stop. Feels amazing, please don’t stop.” You can feel him laugh against you as you babble compliments to him.

“Feels that good?” You nod, your head leaning against the wall. The steam slightly obscures your view of him, but you can feel he’s watching you. “I need you to cum for me again. Need to taste it. Make you mine.” You nod again, so close you feel yourself tightening around his fingers. He presses kisses to your clit and his hand speeds up, and you tumble into your next orgasm screaming his name into the echo of the shower.

“Frank!” You shout out and he says nothing, just takes everything you give him.

“No one will touch you again. No one but me.” You are shaking and everything feels like its on fire, the mixed sensations of the water falling on your skin and Frank in between you, kissing your overly sensitive centre between words as your body jerks under him.

His mouth begins to work its way back to you, kissing up your tummy and in the valley of your chest, nipping the flesh of your tits as he finally brings his head in front of your face, kissing you softly.

Frank would never get enough of the taste of you, of the feeling of you cumming around him, the sound of his name coming out all strangled and scratchy as you fight to keep conscious under the pleasure. Your hands leave his hair and he misses the pull of them. You were both clean now, the steam and water paired with the soapy mess you both were currently sitting in flushing away all the evidence of the fucked up day you had.

He pulls his head back a little, and takes a good look at your clean face. He can see a couple of bruises coming through, your nose probably fractured and the purple under your eye sunken a little. He kisses the tip of your nose lightly and you smile at him, your body still slumped over, and the hand on your stomach can feel every little flex of the muscles as the after effects of his work still ripples through you. Your hands find his face and you look at him, and the last little bit of ice around Franks heart cracks off in his chest. His voice breaks as he speaks.

“I thought I wasn’t gonna find you today. Nearly lost my fuckin’ mind in there.”

“But you did.” You kiss him and you both smile into it.

“Yeah.” He whispers, but you can feel something else under his words. You dont know where you find the strength but you pull yourself up, and both hands reach down to help Frank to your level.

“Still need you to show me how much you missed me.” You tease, kissing along his throat as he groans.

“That didn’t prove it to you?”

“That was a ‘I’m so glad I found you’ thing. Theres something else I need. To be fully reminded.” Your hand wraps around his painfully hard erection, and he gasps under your touch. You stroke him a couple of times, making sure you focus your upward stroke on the top, drawing it out. His head falls back and you stroke him a little faster, and when you reach the tip this time he jolts, and his hand slams onto the wall behind you.

“You need me to show you how bad I missed you? How many times I thought about what I’d do to you when I found you?” You were nodding so fast you didn’t even wait for him to finish asking, you knew the answer was yes. Your hand keeps its pace on him and a guttural moan comes from the base of his throat.

“Please, Frankie. I need it so bad.” He smiles at the nickname and his hands find your hips. In a single motion he whips you around and bends you over, your face pressed against the wall. The water runs over your back and down your ass, and you look back at Frank who just stares at the droplets. His hand runs up the stream of water along your spine, searching with no aim, and the chain around his wrist travels along your skin, the cool metal sending sparks along your hot skin.

“Hold on to something.” He says, and his eyes are filled with a look you can’t name, but it’s so fucking sexy. Your hands scramble to find the small bar in the shower to grip to as he slides into you.

Frank feels you everywhere. In his bones, all up his spine, in his fucking head, and especially right now, so tight and perfect around his cock, taking every inch of him. He doesn’t waste a second, coming back out and slamming into you again, finding a fast and hard pace. There’s nothing withholding about how he’s fucking you; he knows you were teasing, but he wants to prove to you how much he needed you, how badly he needs this, how he needs to fuck you like he needs air.

It’s natural for your body to fall into pace with him, your hips meeting him at every thrust, and the hand in your hair tightens as he pulls your face up next to his. His other hand comes around to hold you in place across your stomach, and you keep your own hands firmly gripped on the bar.

“Fucking feel so tight. So good for me.” His words always send you spiralling, the two orgasms he gave you just minutes before catching up to you as he drives his cock so far into you that you see stars. Your hips begin to lose their momentum and it’s just him relentlessly fucking you, and you feel so good you start to whine, making noises you didn’t even know you made.

“Oh my god, fuck yes.” You moan against his cheek and he bites down on your shoulder, his hips driving up into you.

“Good girl. Take it so well, angel.” You just mumble his name, that word the only thing you can remember. “You want me to cum inside you?”

“Please, Frank. F-f-f-” You have no idea what’s coming out of your mouth but every time you try to talk his cock hits you deeper and your mouth hangs open. He kisses up your neck and jaw, and the hand across your stomach grabs harder at the flesh.

“Yeah, that’s right baby. God, that’s it.” Your eyes must cross or close because you lose sight of him, pleasure flashing like a beacon in your entire body, the flow of water only heightening your senses. “You gonna cum for me?”

You do, instantly. You can’t tell if it’s the water from the shower or you, but everything is wet and slippery and white hot. You finish screaming his name and he goes straight after, you feel the evidence inside of you like a permanent reminder he was there. You loved the feeling of him inside you, and it only drew out your own orgasm.

Everything felt sensitive, so when the hand that had come around your throat drifted down to your tits, massaging and then roaming your body you jerked under him He ‘shh’ed you and ran his hands up and down, soothing as he stayed inside of you trying to collect himself.

Frank felt dizzy, a mix of the hot air and the release taking the wind out of him. You were so fucking perfect underneath him that he wished he could stay there forever and make it his life’s mission to make you cum all day, every day. He kissed down the back of your neck and moved a little, making sure the water cleaned any remaining traces, wanting you to be nice and clean when he took you to bed.

You stayed like that for a while, Frank pressed behind you as you let the water run down your bodies. Even though what you did earlier was still at the fore front of both your minds, this didn’t feel sexual. It was intimate, yes, but you were just enjoying the feeling of knowing he was there, and that he would still be there tomorrow, and the next day.

Franks hand comes around you and turns the tap off, hot first then quickly turning the cold off too. He steps you out of the shower and wraps a towel around you before grabbing his own. Shakey legs hold you up as you dry yourself off and slip into fresh clothes, one of Franks shirts laying out on top of your things. You slip it over your damp hair and smile as he puts on just a pair of boxers, knowing you get to curl up next to him tonight. A click comes from the motel room and your eyes widen.

“Mac ‘n cheese!” You turn and almost run out, your appetite suddenly through the roof. You hear Franks laugh echo in the bathroom as you pour the water into the instant bowl, stirring the cheese and pasta. You pour the boiling water into the noodles Frank was making for himself, and hand him the bowl as he comes out of the bathroom. You both sit on the bed with your backs leaning against the headboard, chewing happily.

“Are you okay?” Frank says after a while, and you nod, swallowing.

“Better now. Sorry if I scared you before.” You shudder at the memory of your little freak out in the bathroom, but now much nicer ones flow in when you think about that shower.

“Don’t apologise. Anything you need, I’m right here.” You smile, shovelling another spoonful of mac n cheese into your mouth and he laughs and shakes his head.

“Got you this, by the way.” You lean over and find the key you stuffed into the pocket of your jeans. It was the reason you took so long with the last guard in the garage, you noticed the same set of keys on every guard and agent, so you made a guess that they were universal. You take his wrist and jam the key into the hole, a relieved exhale coming out when they click off. You go to throw them but he stops you, taking the key and the cuffs, and bending off the bed to put them in his bag.

“Later.” He says simply and goes back to eating, the satisfied smirk on his face at your widened eyes tells you all you need to know.

“What do we do now?” You have no idea where you can go from here, having pissed off pretty much every federal agent in the USA. Frank just shrugs.

“Gotta lay low. I know a guy who can get us some passports if we need, but we got shit to do here.” You nod, silently agreeing that you wouldn’t leave unless you had to. What you and Frank had lying ahead of you was too important to leave behind.

“Alright, how do we ‘lay low’, exactly? I’m not really the most subtle when it comes to confrontation.” You look over and his eyebrow is raised knowingly.

“I think we can take it literally.” He takes your empty bowl and puts it on the kitchen table, yanking you down on the bed and crawling on top of you, placing a kiss to your forehead. You stare into his eyes and get lost, wandering and out of focus.

“Can we just stay here forever?”

“You know I would if you asked me.”

The sentence is meant as a tease, but he feels your heart slam in your chest when he breathes it in your ear. The thing about it isn’t just the promise, it’s that he knows it’s true. He fought like hell to find you today, and that was just after a day without you in his life.

He’s seen what that’s like, not having you with him, and he hates it. He hates living like he used to, alone and guarded. He needs you, and you need him, and he knows he would lay down his life, throw everything away if it meant you would give him another twenty four hours.

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Live In Nanny

Villain!All Might x Reader

All Might raising baby Deku but is in desperate need of a nanny.

TW: Yandere themes, breeding kink (our villain is ready to make the reader a mommy), dub con

AN: literally just took Hero All Might and flipped him upside down. So baseline form is big buff boi and villain form is lanky but retains the strength.

Single father with a nine month old child, seeking live in nanny services. Negotiable pay. Negotiable time off/vacation days.

Toshinori was impressed with your interview. You had over 8 years of experience working with children between babysitting and working at a day care. Plus Izuku took to you immediately. It was just a bonus that you were easy on the eyes.

You agreed to begin immediately, trying not to let on that you were in desperate need of money and a place to stay. You didn't have much to move in. And, in comparison to the huge room you had been given, it seemed like you owned even less. You figured your new boss must get paid well. His house was huge, the largest you'd ever been in.

Your room was next to baby Izuku's. Settling in to a routine with the baby was easy. You weren't sure exactly what your employer did for a living, his schedule was sporadic, he would be in and out throughout the day. Whenever he was available he would stop by to love on the infant. It was clear that he was doing his best as a single parent, but house keeping wasn't his strong suit. You tried your best to help out with the chores and grocery shopping, after all he was paying you graciously and giving you a roof over your head.

The only bump in the road so far has been getting Toshinori's permission to take the little one on walks through the nearby park. According to the father, errands were one thing but what was the point of going to park? Izuku can't even walk, there wouldn't be any benefit. Eventually you convinced him, after rambling about how good it is for babies to be exposed to different levels of stimulation. You could show Izuku the ducks and dogs, plus he could see all the pretty spring time flowers.

The older man was worried, he feared that his child, and you for that matter, would be targeted by his enemies. Plenty of low life's would love to make a move against the notorious villain. But you wore down his resolve. So long as you would tell him before you went. Thankfully he could play it off as being a bit of a helicopter dad. He always has a spare crony he could send out there to watch over you two.

---

"What are you both doing," your bosses laugh filled the air.

You were in a very flattering position, palms on the floor stretching through your hips, ass hiked up with a tempting arch to your back. Then you pushed yourself forward, giving the giggling baby raspberries before returning to your original position.

"Baby yoga!" You smiled, oblivious to the growing bulge in the villains pants. "Right now we're doing downward facing dog and cobra."

He watched you cycle through the motions, hypnotized by your movements.

You took such good care of him and his baby. Ever since you got here you went above and beyond (very plus ultra of you). You even packed his meals to go when he had to rush off to a job. And you did it all with a smile and his kid bouncing away at your feet. The man allowed his mind to drift to the thought of you with his babies, Izuku on your hip and your round belly ready to pop.

You made an amazing nanny but you would make an even better housewife.

---

It wasn't until a week after Izuku's birthday that you learned about your bosses occupation. You were at the park and a stranger approached you to coo over Izuku.

"Such a little cutie, this is Toshi's kid, right?"

That caught you off guard, how did this person know Toshinori? You knew he was a protective dad and there something about this woman felt off.

"Well, either way, this is for you," she smiled as she passed you a manila envelope. "A little birdie wants you to have it."

You skeptically eyed the parcel as the woman disappeared through the park. You shoved it into Izuku's diaper bag before rushing back home.

You decided to peek into the envelope after settling 'Zuku down for the night. You curled onto the chair in his nursery, using his nightlight too sift through the documents. Various photos of Toshinori, your employer, amongst high profile criminals. Photos of the most terrifying villain among his infamous exploits. And finally a piece of paper with a single web address and access code. This was the most damning piece of evidence, All Might - the villain himself - joking amongst his companions before transforming into the man you knew as Izuku's father. Without this video you would have never even guessed. All Might was known for his unassuming nature, his slender frame concealing his god-like strength. Still he looked terrifying, like make children cry type terrifying. Toshinori on the other hand was massive but his sunny attitude made him approachable. For all these months you had been working for a criminal. A criminal with a child. You had been living with him, laughing and raising a baby, taking care of him and his family. Oh god, your late night fantasies of your boss, a total DILF, were fantasies of a sadistic monster.

The betrayal and shame brought you to tears. You should call the cops. Take Izuku far away from this place, from being exposed to his fathers atrocities. But you were torn, he was a good dad, he always put his son first and provided him with only the best. He would tear the world apart for Izuku even if he had to put a target on your back. You shook as you muffled your cries, trying not to wake the baby you cared so much for. Eventually you wrote yourself out, falling asleep in the nursery.

By the time Toshinori made it home it was close to two in the morning. As usual he tip toed into his sons room, shocked to find you curled up in the rocker asleep. He was quiet, surprisingly more so than in his slender form. As you made his way to wake you he was surprised to see your phone still unlocked, you had fallen to sleep with that video on loop. Underneath your phone was the envelope, he didn't need to look to know what was inside. He hadn’t woken either of you, managing to shut off your phone and pick you up with or so much as a peep. He decided rather quickly that he would wait for you to make the first move. At least in the mean time he could pretend you didn't care about his lifestyle and that you wouldn't try to leave him or his son.

"Toshinori," you mumbled as he was about to settle you into your bed. You were half asleep and groggy from crying.

"Go back to sleep, darling, it's late," he paused to sway with you, just like he did when putting down 'Zuku for a nap. He was shocked that it worked and finally escaped your room. You let him lull you back to sleep, further affirming his belief that you would stay.

---

The next morning you creeped downstairs. Izuku wasn't in his crib, meaning Toshinori was him. You found them both in the kitchen. The sight of the pair would usually warm your body but now shivers radiated down your spine.

"Look who's up, buddy, say good morning," he bounced the child, beaming like the happiest father.

Taking a deep breath you decided to rip off the band aid. "Mr Toshinori, I have to resign."

His pause was so long you wondered if he heard you.

"Did the video upset her that much, Zuzu?"

He looked at you with the same warmth he always did. "There's no need to be formal, you were fine calling me Toshi just the other day. Take a seat, I made pancakes, just like you like'em."

You complied, his unchanged demeanor intimidating you into submission.

"There's no need for you to quit," he started. "Nothing has changed aside from your level of awareness."

"I can't work for you knowing that you hurt people."

At that his smile faltered, "Darling, if you truly felt that way, you wouldn't be here. You would've slipped out early this morning."

You were silent. He was right, in a way. Trapped between what was right and what was best for Izuku. You'd never be able to do anything about your boss's criminal activity, even if you did and All Might was locked away, Izuku would suffer the most.

"Give yourself a few days to adjust, okay? If you still want to quit after that, we can reassess."

There's was a glint in his eyes that hinted he wasn't asking.

---

"I'll be back this evening," Toshinori told you a as he kissed Izuku's forehead. He was uncomfortably close as he returned the baby to your lap. "There's plenty of groceries so you don't need to go out today. I have a coworker out front, so don’t worry if you see someone outside."

"What are they doing?"

He placed a hand on the top of your hair, petting you like some cat.

"He'll just keep an eye on things. I need someone to make sure you stay put."

---

A week flew by with your employer pushing off the discussion of your resignation. He wouldn’t leave you unsupervised so just walking away wasn’t an option, besides could you really leave Izuku?

Then the child came down with some type of bug and was absolutely miserable for several days. You couldn’t get much sleep as a result, even if his father was home for most of the day.

---

Izuku finally fell asleep around three in the morning. You napped beside his crib out of fear he would wake up if you so much as changed positions.

Then you woke in Toshi's arms as he carried you down the hall.

"Where are we going," You whined, anxious to be away from the child.

"I told you to rest, instead I find you in the nursery."

"'Zuku is sick-"

"But he's asleep, there are baby monitors, not that he won't wake the whole city up with his cries. You've been up for nearly two days with him, time for bed."

But he wasn't taking you to your room. Instead he dropped you on to his bed.

"What are you doing?" You snapped.

"I don't need you sneaking back. I can keep an eye on you here. I'll take care of him if he starts crying." He rolled in next to you.

The bed was huge but so was your boss. "Stop wiggling."

"Well I can't get comfortable."

“Fine,” he said and pulled you into him, “now stop it and get some sleep.”

You burned with embarrassment, turning silent after several attempts at protest. Just as you began to drift off, Toshinori's hand moved to beneath your shorts. You shut your eyes, pretending not to notice. He probably didn't even realize what he was doing. Then his fingers grazed the spot where your skin met your panties.

"I know you aren't asleep yet, darling."

You didn't respond, opting to keep up the façade.

"Mmm, are we playing pretend? I don't mind."

You gasped, pushing at his hand, "I'm trying to sleep."

"I can see that," he chuckled. "I'm just helping you wear yourself out. You've been taking such good care of the baby, let me return the favor."

He jerked your hips, pressing you tightly against his bulge.

"You've been such a good mommy."

God the way you could feel your body responding made you hate that he was a villain.

"'M not-" You gasped as he did his fingers into your thighs. "His mom."

"You sure about that? I know how much you care about him. Always rushing to him when he’s cranky, never taking any days off. You make sure he's a happy little baby and you take such good care of his daddy. Isn't that's what mommies do?"

A moan slipped through your lips, "Stop."

"Are you sure? It seems like your having such a good time," he teased, sliding his hand to find your wetness.

Your body jerked involuntarily. He wasted no time tearing off your layers. Your determination quickly fading.

"I'm gonna take such good care of you," he pushed a finger in to your warmth.

You shivered at the sensation. Before you could register his actions there was another digit. He skillfully maneuvered his fingers to prep walls.

"What a tight like cunt," The man cooed. "So perfect and pretty. Just waiting for me to claim."

You gasped as he curled his fingers in you. Tears of pleasure pricking your eyes.

"Atta girl, I think you're ready to take daddy's cock."

You shouldn't be surprised when you saw how absolutely hung your boss is. There was no way the whole thing would fit inside of you.

Without hesitation All Might slowly began to press inside of you. The head of his cock already made it feel like you were tearing.

"Wait wait wait," You cried. "Too big."

He paused, reassuring you, "I know you can do it baby. You're okay."

You shook your head violently.

With a sloppy squelch he withdrew. He disappeared momentarily, give you much need time to breathe. Then he was back and you felt a cool, slick fluid rub against you. He applied a generous amount of lube knowing full well that if he played his cards right you'd happily be his forever.

Regardless there was still a painful pressure as he forced himself deeper.

"You're doing so good, taking me so well."

He was slowly increasing the speed off his hips. All you could manage was incoherent whines as his momentum bounced you back and forth.

"Toshi, Toshi," You panted.

"I don't think so baby girl," he slapped your thigh. "You know what I want to hear."

You couldn't be rational, not when he was pounding into you. All you knew was pleasure in this moment. How could you not give the man what he wanted when he was fucking you dumb.

"Mmm daddy, hurts so good."

"Ah- fuck yeah. I knew you were a little pain slut. You want me to fuck you like a whore and then treat you like my little princess?"

You nodded, gasping for air.

"You've been such a good little mommy, I think you deserve this little treat huh?"

You didn't respond, stubbornly refusing to tell the man what he was desperate to hear.

He shifted to a painfully slow pace as he would pull almost completely out just to slam back into your abused whole.

"And here I thought you wanted to cum, I can always stop here, finish myself later-"

"No! No no no, don't stop."

"Then repeat after me: I'm such a good mommy."

As you stayed silent until he began to move at a snails pace. So close to losing your high.

"O-kay, okay, I-I've been a good mom-mommy," You cried tried to buck against the giant.

And just like that your boss was pushing you back to the edge of an orgasm. You were sobbing from pleasure and frustration.

"I know,” He growled. “Fucking good girl, taking care of our baby while daddy's working. You're gonna look so pretty knocked up. All glowing and swollen. Bet your tits are gonna look so pretty when they get full. Gotta keep you stuffed with my cum so our little boy can have a sibling."

#bnha yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #mha yandere #smut #all might x reader #villain all might #all smite #toshinori yagi x reader

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