#imagine her knocking out Lock as her big entrance

[artsymyargentavislove]

Rage incarnated

Meet CruxGloom!

A born fighter that seems to feel purpose only through the heat of combat, Crux is a nightmare in the battlefield and possesses the shortest fuse of all Monsunos, to the point of being practically useless in tasks that don't require her fists (Or feet).

Don't take it personally, she's just mad all the time :D

She can be considered a 'Rushdown' type of character, overwhelming and confusing her opponents by getting on their faces while raining her wrathful fists upon them, although she seems to possess a little honor (Or nasty attitude) as she will taunt and roar at an opponent she deems worthy of her time to give their all when facing her.

An exclusive close-quarters fighter, this beast has an unnerving resistance to pain among her kind and the lower her health gets, the more ferocious the combat becomes.

A monster through and through, she expects the same merciless attitude from her oponent until there is only one standing.

Do not hesitate nor pull your punches, for she will not forgive mercy nor consideration.

[beefrobeefcal]

Dark!Frankie Saga: I

Chapter One: Signed and Sealed

Pairing: Dark!Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Summary:

Boston. The Frontiersmen is a crime syndicate that deals in drugs, arms, and anything else they can to keep themselves on top. Since the original ring leader, Tom, was allegedly taken out by a rival gang, it's now run by Big Fish, with Pope second in command. Ironhead runs the numbers and Benny is the muscle. Your family member put you down as collateral when they needed credit to score more smack. Problem is, they can't pay it back, and Big Fish & the Frontiersmen always get their payment...

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Chapter Word Count: 4,353

Content Warning: Not smut yet (apologies), references to SA, drugs, violence, threats of violence, crime, food talk, weight talk

Author's Notes: An everlasting and beautiful thank you to @neverwheremoonchild for their never-ending THOTs, hot takes, and for beta'ing this. Your support is why I adore this platform - Thank you, Nevy! 💜🥩💜 Y'all say thank you to Nevy for basically brainstorming this with me!

And this is not the Chubby!Frankie we know and love in the Catfish & the Mouse universe; he's dark, mean, and hungry.

I'll be updating this each week (Monday/Tuesday) until you lose interest or I finish it - let's see what happens first! 👌

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The reality of the situation was hitting you hard. Your older brother, the one most would think of as a protector, had betrayed you in the worst way imaginable.  

He had a drug problem for the majority of his adult life, but now it had become a full-blown catastrophe. Steven, your brother, owed money to some of the worst people in the state, maybe even the country. The Frontiersmen, a powerful syndicate, had allowed him to rack up a ridiculous debt that they knew he wouldn’t be able to pay, but you didn’t know what he’d put down as collateral – you. 

You were now nothing more than a bargaining chip to prolong your brother’s coke problem and buy him more credit. You were now property being handed over to a terrifying group of men who made a profit off of people’s darkest needs. 

“I know... I know I fucked up... I know I did.”, Steven sobbed into his hands in front of you. “I thought I’d be able to pay them back...” 

You sat in your living room, numb to it all, watching Steven cry. You knew he was sorry now, but you doubted it was because of what he’d done to you. No, you were sure it had more to do with the fact that the Frontiersmen had cut him off until he paid his debt. Until you were turned over to pay that debt. 

You weren't sure if it was minutes or hours that you sat and watched him sob in your living room, but it was interrupted by a knock at your door. Your head took a minute to process that your body was already moving and opening the door. 

Standing in front of you was a tall, blond man and a shorter, dark haired man. Both their eyes were on you in cold stares. You just stared right back. You guessed who they were, or at least what they were doing here at your apartment. Wordlessly, you stepped aside and opened the door to allow them entrance.  

The taller, blond man moved passed you and into the living room while the smaller, dark haired man waited for you to move so he could close the door and lock it. 

You gave him a curt smile and nod, stepping back away from the door.  

After closing the door, he turned around and looked you up and down, with a small, yet menacing smile. He huffed in a dry laugh before motioning you to the living room. 

A sour feeling washed over you and your mouth salivated like you were going to be sick, but you looked down and walked into the living room where your brother was on his knees in front of the blond man. 

“... so she had no idea you signed her life away?”, the blond man scowled then turned to look at you. 

His icy stare caused you to shrink and wrap your arms around yourself.  You stepped back, bumping into the shorter, dark haired man. His hands came to your arms gently and he held you in place. 

“Benny...”, he warned in a low tone. “We came here for two things: payment and a reminder.” 

Your body trembled in his hold, and he rubbed your arms gently. You knew better than to believe he actually gave a shit about you, and he was more than likely doing this to get you to go with them without making a scene. You weren't going to resist; their reputation was more than enough incentive to go quietly. 

“He’s a shitbag, Pope... fucking sold out his sister!”, he barks, his eyes narrowing at you, then snapping to the other man while he motioned his hand at you. “She didn’t even know!” 

“Payment, Benny!”, Pope spoke sharply. “Payment and a reminder. That’s it.” 

You jumped when Pope’s volume increased but stayed in place, and Benny looked at you again, his eyes now reading more furious than cold. 

You swallowed thickly, the lump in your throat growing, and looked down.  

“I’ll fucking remind this sonofabitch...”, Benny muttered as pulled out a rag and wrapped it around his fist. 

Your lip trembled and Pope’s hands stopped their gentle rubbing, and he held your arms a little firmer, pulling you back against him. 

“You don’t need to see this, honey.”, he said softly in your ear, causing you to shudder at the warmth and tenor of his voice. “Unless you want to...” 

You kept your gaze low, not noticing the look of remorse and sympathy Benny gave you as you shook your head.  

“Come on then.”, Pope said softly, turning you around and tilting your face up to his with his finger and thumb on your chin. “Are you gonna behave or do I have to cuff you?” 

Your eyes widened and your body’s trembling intensified; you shook your head and squeaked out, “I... I’ll behave.” 

Pope smiled at you, eyes roving over your face, and he nodded. “Let’s get some things packed up for you and head to the car.” 

He watched as your shaky hands packed a bag in your bedroom; clothing, toiletries and personal items. He confiscated your cell phone and laptop, saying that they had to be secured first and you might get them back.  He picked up your packed back and led you to the door. 

The last thing you heard as Pope led you out was the sickening sound of a fist hitting flesh and Steven scream. 

***** 

Frankie was a reluctant leader. He didn’t ask to be put in charge, but his strategic problem solving, and his restrained demeanor worked in his favour to put him at the top. 

Since Tom was taken out, both Pope and Will had said that Frankie was the best choice to lead the Frontiersmen if he gave up his coke habit. Kicking that was easy; the hard part was filling the void that was left. But he found something with relative ease. 

Will watched Frankie as he finished his large pizza; he was now used to watching Frankie eat in their meetings. He’d watched as Frankie had gone from being a lean and muscled soldier with an angular face to what the new leadership role had carved him into over the past few years – big. His thick and muscled arms stretched his sleeves, his face was fuller with a patchy beard, and big belly pulled every shirt he owned taut around the middle when he hadn’t eaten to capacity. Despite his weight gain, Will was glad his friend and boss was off the smack. 

“Where’s Pope and Benny?”, Frankie asked between bites. 

“Picking up payment from that skid, Steven. Not money.”, Will said, eyes down in his notes, avoiding Frankie’s questioning look. 

“Not money?” 

“The collateral he put his debt against.”, Will said in a blunt tone, hoping to move on before having to elaborate. “We have a few things we need to iron out when they get back...” 

“Collateral but not money?”, Frankie asked again in a firmer tone. “Explain what the fuck that means.” 

Will sighed. This ‘collateral’ was a holdover from when Tom was in charge, and despite him not liking it, he felt it necessary to hold Steven accountable and take what they were owed; he agreed to the decision with Pope to move forward, and they were both going to tell Frankie about it. But Pope wasn’t back yet, and it was left to Will. 

“It’s not money.”, Will said, avoiding Frankie’s raised eyebrows. 

“Yeah... I got that. So, what is it?” 

“His sister.” 

Frankie groaned and put his head in his hands. “Please, for the love of god, tell me Pope isn’t bringing back a person in lieu of payment.” 

“He is.” Will kept his eyes low. He knew he and Santi were taking a risk doing this, especially given they were going above Frankie’s head. But they also knew that Frankie needed to put fear in the minds of anyone who had a debt to pay. 

Frankie’s jaw tightened and he sat back and looked at Will. 

“Will.”, he barked. “Look at me and tell me what the fuck is going on.” 

“It’s an old contract we had with this guy... it was done up under Tom.”, Will paused, then sat forward, hardening his tone. “Look, Pope made the call and I agreed. You need to scare the people that owe you money; you need to collect on your debts. People are starting to think you’re going soft, Fish.” 

It wasn’t a lie. Frankie was more lenient than Tom was, allowing for extensions and lighter repercussions. There were more people willing to deal with late penalties than actually pay, and Will didn’t want this to get out of hand. He just wished Pope was here to tell Frankie himself. 

“Fuck.”, Frankie snapped. “Maybe so, Will, but we’re not human traffickers! We don’t take people!” 

“Steven has a big mouth. He’s not going to sit on this. He's going to run his mouth, looking for help to get her back. Words going to get out that you – YOU, Frankie – took his fucking sister. He’s not going to tell anyone that he put her down as collateral. He’s going to paint you as the asshole who took what he was owed. It’s good PR.”  

Will sat back, hoping this would be enough to keep Frankie from losing his shit. 

“So, we took some girl because this fucking skid couldn’t pay.”, Frankie spat out, clenching his fist. He raised his voice, yelling, “And my name gets dragged through the mud as the fucker who called for it?” 

Will raised his hands, trying to calm him. “Your reputation as someone not willing to let debts go unpaid is solidified, Fish.” 

Frankie sat back, aghast. His mind suddenly went to Steven’s sister.  

“Did she know?” 

Will looked down at his notebook, then up again. “I don’t think so. Pope messaged and said she was pretty shook up.” 

Frankie let out a heavy sigh and put his head back in his hands. “What else did he say?” 

Will hesitated with a smile on his face and waited for Frankie to look at him. “He said she’s hot.” 

***** 

You didn’t look out the window to see where you were headed. Sitting between the two men, you glanced over at Benny, seeing the small spatter of blood on his sleeves – your brother’s blood. A sick vindication warmed your cheeks, knowing he was at least bleeding for what he’d done, even if it wasn't specifically for what he’d done to you. 

Benny noticed you looking at his hands, and he grinned.  

“He pissed his pants.”, he chuckled. “Had the nerve to beg me not to hurt him.” 

You nodded, eyes darting back to your own hands in your lap. While it gave you a moment of reprieve from the imminent doom creeping through your mind, it didn’t help the situation he put you in. 

The car slowed to a stop and Pope opened the door, getting out.  

“Benny, take her to the rec room. I’ll get Fish.” 

Your blood ran cold. Fish, otherwise known as Big Fish, was the head of the Frontiersmen and it scared you shitless to know you were going to meet him. 

Benny nudged you. “Come on, honey.” 

You looked up at him, trembling, and nodded. Shakily taking his hand, he helped you out of the car. Grabbing your bag from the trunk, he put his hand on the small of your back and guided you inside the building. 

“Shakin’ like a leaf, honey.”, he mused. “Just behave like a good girl and you got nothing to worry about.” 

You nodded again, feeling your chin quiver. Behave like a good girl. What does that mean? Sudden realization washes over you in a cold sweat as to what payment they could want from you. Your breathing became ragged at the thought of what they would do to you, do to your body.  

Benny opened a door to a rec room with some men playing darts, drinking, talking. 

“Clear out, boys. Boss’s coming down.”, Benny boomed. 

All eyes were on you now, and with a firm look from Benny, they began to leave, murmuring and hushed voices wondering who you were and what was going on.  

“Didn’t ask for you to clear out slow, boys!”, he barked angrily, making you flinch. “Fuckin’ move!” 

With that, the room was cleared almost instantly, and Benny led you to an armchair, guiding you to sit. 

“You want anything, honey?”, he motioned to the fridge, walking towards it, looking at you with a warm smile. 

You shook your head, keeping your eyes low.  

“You sure? We got some soda, beer... “, he said, taking stock of what was in the fridge, then turning back to you. His face fell when he saw the thousand-yard stare in your eyes. 

He tapped the fridge with his fingers, thinking. He didn’t like that you were being used like this. You were pretty and seemed sweet, and definitely didn’t deserve what your skid mark of a brother had done to you.  

“Hey. Can you cook?” 

You look over to him and nod slowly.  

“What’s your specialty?” 

“My… my what?”, you asked, shaking your head. 

“What’s your go to recipe that you know you’re good at makin’, honey?”, he responded, closing the fridge and leaning against it, facing you. 

“I… I make a pretty good lasagna.” 

Benny’s grin was wide, and he nodded. “Perfect.” 

***** 

“What the fuck were you thinking?”, Frankie bellowed at Pope, slamming his fist down. 

Both he and Will were seated at the table in the office while Frankie stood, reprimanding them. 

“Fish… the guy’s a fucking junkie and he wasn’t going to be able to pay. Just took what we’re owed – what you’re owed!”, Pope tried to reason. 

“I’m not owed a fucking person, Pope! You shoulda just let Benny break his legs or something.” 

“Broken leg isn’t enough for his debt, Frank.”, Will said calmly, leaning back in his chair. “He owed way too much money. Broken leg, even legs, isn’t going to cut it. Needed to be bigger. Something to scare him and anyone else not paying shitless.” 

Frankie held onto the back of his chair and shook his head angrily. “Why didn’t you ask? Why didn’t you fucking talk to me first?” 

Before Will could try and reason with Frankie, Pope casually said with a smile, “Because I knew you would’ve balked at it. Would’ve said no.” 

Will sighed and gave Pope a glare and Frankie looked at him, furious. 

“So, you run this fucking show now?”, Frankie growled with his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the chair.  

Pope’s smile fell and he raised his hands. “Not what I meant, Frankie. I just saw an opportunity for you to make a statement and – “ 

Frankie harshly threw the chair out of his way and stalked over to Pope, leaning over him and spoke in a terrifyingly low growl. 

“You go around me one more fucking time, Santiago, I’ll cut your fucking hands off.” 

He kept his face, full of contempt and fury, close to Pope’s, and Pope nodded at him, sweating under Frankie’s glare, knowing full well what he was capable of – cutting off limbs being one of those things. 

“You, too.”, Frankie snarled as he stood up, pointing at Will. “Understood?” 

They both nodded. Frankie’s loud voice and stature, wide shoulders and strong arms, already made him intimidating when he was mad, but with the added bulk he was carrying, he was downright terrifying. 

“Yeah, un-understood.”, Pope stammered.  

“What do you want us to do with her?”, Will asked quietly. 

Frankie leaned back on the table; it groaned under his weight.  

“You brought her here with no plan for her? What the fuck is wrong with – “ 

Will interjected quickly. “She could be useful… for you.” 

“What?”, Frankie barked, standing up. 

Pope knew where Will was going with and added with a dark grin. “She’s a fucking hottie, Fish. Could be useful.” 

Frankie shook his head and looked at Will, ignoring Pope’s comment, and speaking in a harsh tone. What do you mean – useful for me?” 

Will swallowed. “Maybe she’s got some skills, can be put to work. If Pope’s right and she’s cute, what’s the harm? Not like she could say no to you.” 

Frankie thought for a moment. She could say no… and if he fucked her anyway, what did that say about him?  

“Jesus, Will…”, he huffed, shaking his head. His eyes coldly looked up and met Will’s, and growled loudly, “The fuck is wrong with you? I expect that kind of shit from him, but not you.” 

Frankie moved and stood right in front of Will, arms crossed and glaring down at him. 

“That’s not what we do.”, he snarled lowly. “That’s what fucking Tom did.” 

Will glanced at Pope before nodding at Frankie.  

He held the glare with Will for a moment longer then looked between the two men. 

“Where is she?”, he sighed. 

“With Benny. In the rec room.”, Pope murmured. 

Frankie rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, then motioned for Will get her. 

***** 

Benny had been trying his hardest to keep you calm and distracted with questions and musings for the last hour and a half. He was occasionally interrupted by one of the grunts – as he called them – wandering in to hang out, not having gotten the run down from any of the other guys that the rec room was closed, and Benny would chase them out. 

“… so this guy’s got a wrench and I only got a plastic spoon, and he’s comin’ at me with it – “ 

Benny’s story is interrupted by the door opening. He turned to yell at whoever it was to get out but stopped when another tall, blond man walked into the room. He looked you over quickly and nodded his head to Benny. 

Benny stood up and walked towards the man and speaking softly. As they spoke, you could only hear bits and pieces, but you were able to pick up was that this man’s name was probably Will and Benny told him you could cook. 

Will held his hand up to shush Benny and walked towards you. He sat down in the armchair Benny previously occupied, while Benny stood to your other side, hands in his jean pockets. 

Will let out a long sigh as he sat back, elbow on the armrest and chin on his fist. You could feel his eyes burning over you as you kept your own low and on his shoes. 

“Benny says you can cook.”, his voice was cool and flat, with a slight lilt to it.  

You nodded. “Yeah… yes. I can cook.” You tried to match at least his flat tone, but the fear Benny had spent the last while trying to quell had sunk its fang s back into you. 

Will nodded and looked at Benny, nudging his head to let him know he could leave -  he should leave.  

Benny huffed a nervous breath and left the room. But he didn’t go far; you could see his shadow lingering under the door. 

“Not gonna beat around the bush, honey. Boss doesn’t want you here, and frankly, neither do I.”, he said plainly with a hint of warmth. 

While there was no malice in his voice, the smoldering anger in his eyes said otherwise. You nodded.  

“But you’re here, and you say you can cook. Boss needs someone to cook for him since the last one was caught stealing and… went for a swim.” 

“I can cook… wha-what does the boss like?”, you ignored his last statement and forced yourself to speak. 

“Boss likes pretty girls.”, Will chuckled with a small smile, leaning forward and putting a hand on your knee. “Especially likes pretty girls that can be useful.” 

You lowered your head and nodded, trying to hold back the full body shudder that was desperately trying to rip through you. 

He watched you closely when he spoke, trying to get a reading on how easily you were intimidated. While he knew Frankie would more than likely act like you weren’t there, he couldn’t say the same for Pope or himself, let alone any of the other men, and until Frankie said you were off limits, you were fair game. 

“Don’t be shy, honey. No one else here is gonna be.”, he said with a dark chuckle. “Look at me.” 

You looked up at him and the menacing glare in his eyes glowed.  

“Just behave like a good girl. You might make it out of here alive.” 

***** 

The Benny who had tried to console you was gone the moment you walked out of the rec room with Will. He was now cold and stoic, no emotion, and he was intimidating. Benny walked ahead of you and Will walked beside you, his arm around your waist and they led you down the hallway. 

Benny turned and opened a door, walking in and standing to the side, remaining at the door as if to keep guard. 

It was an office. At the far end was a floor-to-ceiling window that spanned the wall, looking out onto the pier, with a desk in front if it, facing you. Behind the desk was a large, high back swivel chair, and in front of it were four plush lounge chairs, arranged to face the desk. Along the sides of the office were shelves containing books, pictures, and other personal odds and ends. Everything was either wood or brass, unless it was upholstered; the room was dated and smelled like stale cigars, old wood, and another scent that took you a minute to place - pizza. 

Will ushered you to sit in one of the centre chairs facing the desk and stood behind you with his hand on your shoulder, as if he thought you might try and escape – you’d given up on that idea back in your apartment. 

There were a pair of footsteps approaching outside the door and your body stiffened; Will gave your shoulder a squeeze as the door opened. You kept your head low and forward, not daring to look at who came in, although you were sure you knew who it was. 

Pope came and sat in the chair next to you and smiled. Will removed his hand and sat in the chair on your other side, and Benny stood behind you. Heavy footsteps moved between your and Will’s chairs, and then you saw him.  

He was tall with broad shoulders, and was wearing fitted, faded jeans and a black and red bowling shirt. His crossed arms stretched the sleeves, and the desk creaked as he leaned back on it. You dared to look up at his face, and you were taken aback; instead of the steely blue stare you got from Benny or Will, or the dark, cold void that Pope had, you were met with big brown, warm eyes looking you over, and a soft face sporting patchy facial hair and mustache. His hair was dark brown and slicked back. Your eyes flicked down his large frame quickly and you noted how his buttons pulled across his ample stomach.  

“Huh.”, he mused quietly as his eyes trailed over you more blatantly. His tongue flicked between his lips softly as if he were thinking.  

“Pope was right. You’re cute.”, he huffed, putting a toothpick in his mouth. “I don’t have any fuckin’ use for cute.” 

“She cooks.”, Will interjected.  

Frankie’s eyes darted to Will and then back to you, and he looks you up and down again. 

“Okay… so you cook.”, Frankie said with a hint of annoyance. “What else you got?” 

Your eyes looked up to his face and you were met with his mouth pulled into a tight line and his eyes baring down on you; the intensity of his stare was almost too much. He raised a brow at you as if to say I asked you a question. 

You looked back down at your hands, needing to break the connection your eye contact with him had made. 

“I used to… used to work in an office. I can file, balance books… other administrative… things - ” 

“Interesting… Tell me you’re thinking the same thing I am, Fish.”, Pope chuckled quietly. “A hot secretary.” 

He turned his attention to you and his hand moved to your thigh, his fingers roving under your skirt and up closer to your crotch. His voice dropped into a honeyed tone, dripping in venom. “You ever fucked your boss, honey? You’ve got four now.” 

You try to not make any movements, but the subtle way you shift screams your discomfort.  

“Jesus, Pope. Stop.”, Benny huffed under his breath behind you.  

Pope chuckled and gave your thigh a squeeze before removing his hand. Frankie’s stare didn’t leave you; he wanted to see how well you handled being the target of men’s overt advances and their groping. His narrowed eyes watched as you tried not to squirm or give a reaction to Santi’s hand or words, and he frowned. 

The only sound in the room was the desk Frankie rested on creaking as he shifted his weight. He sighed deeply.  

“Ben, get her a room set up in the barracks. Take her with you. I’m fuckin’ done looking at this.”, he grunted, motioning his hand aggressively in your direction.  

“I can take her.”, Pope chimed in with a low and crooning voice. You could hear the grin in his voice and his eyes in you, and you wondered what changed from when he came to your apartment to now. 

“Fuck off, Pope!”, Benny hissed. 

“Hey!”, Frankie yelled angrily. “Pope, stay right the fuck where you are. Benny, get her out of here. Now!” 

Benny’s hand quickly came around to your arm, tugging you out of the chair, and out of the room. The last glimpse of Frankie you got was watching him glare at you from his position against the desk. 

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[fairy-starlight]

imagine you’re a mermaid who traded your voice for legs and you’re discovered by a pirate ship. 

cw: dubcon, breeding. minors, terfs and swerfs dni.

all you wanted was to live life on land so you went to the sea witch who used her magic to give you a pair of legs in exchange for your voice. you didn’t consider that once the spell was casted, you wouldn’t be able to swim or breathe under water. your limbs are tired from trying to find land as you get pulled out of the water by a huge net. you struggle to get free as someone pulls the net off you and you come face to face with some humans you’ve never seen before. one of them laughs as they pull you up on wobbly legs, the seaweed falling off exposing your naked body to their eyes.

“the captain is gonna love this,” they laugh as they drag you inside and knock on a door.

another human opens the door and smiles as the other human explains how you got caught in their neck. the human who you assumed was the captain brings you inside the room and locks the door while you stumble over to what looks like a bed. goosebumps cover your skin as you shiver and look around lost in your curiosity. you don’t realize the captain right behind you until they grab your shoulders and push you down on the bed. they grab your legs and spread them open, exposing your pussy to their eyes.

“it’s been so long since i’ve seen such a pretty little cunt,” they groan as they pull their pants down and free their hard cock.

your eyes widen at the size, wondering if that was supposed to go inside your pussy. the captain lays their cock on your stomach and you swallow at how big it is compared to you. they slide their cock between the folds, rubbing your clit a few times until it gets coated with your slick. the tip catches your virgin hole and you try to pull away when they start to push their cock inside. the captain grunts annoyed as they fold your knees against your chest to keep you spread open for them. they press the tip to the entrance of your cunt and slide inside, the stretch painful and overwhelming. your mouth hangs open in a silent scream and the captain smirks.

“no voice? guess that works in my favour since no one can hear you scream,” they laugh as they push the rest of their cock into your pussy until they’re ball deep.

the tip touches your cervix as they keep you pinned to the bed and watch your pussy stretch around the girth. they watch your face twisted in pain as they pull out and thrust back into your pussy. even though it helps that you have no voice, they kind of wish they could hear the sounds you would make. as your walls start to adjust to their size, they start to set a faster pace and it feels like you might split in half as the tip hits the most sensitive spot inside your cunt. tears begin to pool in your eyes as the captain keeps fucking you fast snd deep. you don’t know how long it goes on but at some point, the pain morphs into something pleasurable but still overwhelming. you’ve never felt anything like this before and the captain groans as they bury their cock deep inside your pussy and unleash a thick load of cum into your unprotected womb. the feeling of being filled with something thick and warm is so foreign to you as you lay there in a daze. the captain moans as they pull out and watch your messy cunt twitch.

being the captain’s whore may not be the worst thing to happen.

[littlest-w01f]

Solstice

Kallias x Reader

KALLIAS MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: Kallias and his mate have their first Solstice together

CW: Fluff

You stood in your room, the one you shared with your mate, dressed in a proper ballgown, pulling on the strings of your dress, tightening the corset as Kallias' knocked on the door, "You need any help, my love?"

Kallias was standing at the entrance of your shared bedroom, clad in his finest attire. His snow-white hair had been neatly set, highlighting the sharp angles of his handsome face. He wore a confident smile, but behind those charming dimples, there was a hint of nervousness. The ball tonight would be their first public appearance together since they'd gotten mated.

You smiled at your mate's voice, turning to face him fully, looking dashing in his formal attire. His pale eyes sparkled with affection as he took in the sight of you in the elegant gown.

"My dear, you look stunning," he said, his voice low and husky. He stepped closer, reaching out to gently adjust the delicate straps of your dress before cupping your cheeks in his hand. "Are you ready for tonight's festivities?"

You leaned into his touch, feeling a flutter in your chest at the cold of his skin against yours. "Almost," You replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "Just give me a moment."

You turned back to the mirror, running a brush through your pale white hair with its subtle dark highlights, making sure every strand was in place.

As you brushed your hair, you could see the reflection of Kallias in the mirror. His gaze was fixed on you, admiring how the soft glow of the candlelight played off your curves accentuated by the tight bodice of her dress. He watched your every move, his heart pounding with anticipation and love.

Suddenly, you felt his hands on your shoulders, kneading away the tension that always seemed to build up right before a big event. "Let me do that," he murmured, taking the brush from your hand. His fingers deftly worked through your locks, creating a smooth cascade down your back.

"You're beautiful, my love," he whispered, leaning over to press a gentle kiss onto your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

Kallias brushed your locks, gently setting them up in a braided bun he had been quite efficient in after being with you for years, a few stray strands falling over to frame your face

His gaze wandered over your form, taking in the way the bodice hugged your breasts perfectly, accentuating their fullness while still leaving something to the imagination. He swallowed hard, trying to suppress the desire that stirred within him at the sight of you all dolled up for him.

"I'm quite eager to see you dance tonight," he admitted, his voice laced with desire. "But we should probably not keep our people waiting much longer."

"Just a second..." You hold his hands over your waist slimmed by the corset, "Can we stay for a moment?"

Kallias's breath hitched as his hands rested on your slender waist, feeling the subtle curve of your hips beneath the fabric of your dress. His icy pale eyes locked onto yours, searching for permission to indulge in this private moment with you.

"I thought you wanted to attend the ball," he teased softly, even as he leaned in closer, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. "Though I must admit, seeing you like this… it's making me reconsider."

He pulled back slightly to study your expression, his thumbs gently rubbing circles on your lower back. The intimate contact sent sparks of pleasure through your body, and you found yourself yearning for more of his touch.

"Yes, but... I just want a moment with my love before all the people outside," You whisper softly, arms wrapped around his shoulders

"I suppose a few more moments won't hurt," Kallias conceded with a sly grin, his gaze roaming appreciatively over your curves once again.

Kallias understood the unspoken longing in your words. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his broad chest. The heat of your body seeped into his cool skin, creating a delicious contrast.

"We have all the time in the world for moments like these," he assured you, his voice a soothing rumble against your ear. "Right now, let's just savor the quiet intimacy of our own space."

With that, he tilted your chin up, capturing your lips in a tender yet passionate kiss. It was a slow burn, igniting the flames of desire within both of you. His tongue danced with yours, exploring the sweetness of your mouth as his hands roamed over your curves, mapping every inch of your body he loved so dearly.

You had ended up fashionably late, well, your little moment had turned into a long while with Kallias, staying in his cold embrace, had at least calmed your nerves about the party.

The two of you made your way down to the grand hall, hand in his as his presence commanded the entire room, and every fae in it.

As you entered the grand hall, the buzz of whispers and the clinking of glasses came to an abrupt halt. Every eye was drawn to the regal couple entering the ballroom, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. There was no denying the power that emanated from Kallias – a mix of strength, charm, and undeniable allure.

Despite the sea of faces staring at you, you only had eyes for your mate. His grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly, silently promising support. He led you towards the centre of the floor, where musicians were tuning their instruments, preparing for the first dance of the night.

"You look breathtaking," Kallias murmured, his voice carrying a note of pride. "And you've stolen my heart once again."

He then turned to the crowd, Kallias lifted your hand, placing a chaste kiss upon your knuckles before addressing the gathered faes. "Ladies, gentlemen and others, please welcome our High Lady to our Court for her first Winter Solstice!" he declared, his voice ringing clear across the hall.

As the crowd erupted into applause, you felt a wave of warmth wash over you. This wasn't just about titles or positions of power; it was about the love and respect everyone held for you both. And despite the grandeur of the occasion, you knew in your heart that none of it mattered without Kallias by your side.

As the music started, he offered you his arm, guiding you into the first steps of the dance. Your bodies moved seamlessly together, each step echoing the rhythm of your heart beating as one.

The first notes of the waltz filled the air, and Kallias led you effortlessly through the steps. With every movement, his strength and grace were evident, guiding you with ease. His eyes never left yours, locking onto your soul as if trying to memorize every detail of this moment.

"Remember when we used to practice these dances in the garden?" he asked, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "I think we were both terrible at it back then." A playful smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, but there was genuine affection shining in his eyes.

"Ah yess, when we were barely 100." You smiled as the song progressed, so did the intensity of the dance. Your bodies moved closer, until there was hardly any space between you. Each touch, each glance, carried the weight of your history and the promise of your future.

Kallias guided you gracefully through the intricate steps of the courtly dance, his movements precise and fluid. Each spin and dip brought you closer, until there was hardly any distance between your bodies. His strong arms encircled your waist, drawing you even tighter against his muscular frame.

Your hearts beat in sync with the music, echoing the joy and contentment that filled the air. The crowd cheered and clapped along, caught up in the magic of the moment. But amidst the flurry of activity, you and Kallias remained lost in your own world, dancing to the melody of your souls.

"I have so many gifts for you for tonight, my High Lady," Kallias whispered, his warm breath fanning across your skin as he leaned in to press your foreheads together. The intimate gesture sent a thrill through your body, and you felt your cheeks flush with delight.

"My love, you never cease to surprise me," you murmured, your voice barely audible over the music. "But I think I have a or two gift for you as well…"

With that, you reached up to cup his face in your hands, tilting his head down to meet your lips in a tender, loving kiss. The crowd around you faded into the background as you lost yourself in the sweet taste of your mate, the world narrowing down to the two of you and the magic of the night.

{General - @nox-ceur @lilah-asteria @paleidiot @dee-writes-smut @adalia-jaycee @anarchiii @alwayshave-faith}

[fritz-federleicht]

Hi, I would like to request a headcanon/imagine where the reader is a maskmaker for Slipknot and tours with them, does consultations with the members about their new masks and falls in love with Joey. You could make it a series with each member if you like it. Thank you! ❤️

Mask maker/ Joey Jordison x fem!reader

Notes: Thanks for the request. Maybe I make a series out of it but then rather headcanons

Summary: you're a new mask maker for Slipknot and you have to go on tour with them. Somehow you fall in love with the short drummer

Words: 2.119

FLUFF

Some time ago Shawn, a good friend of yours, asked you if you would like to make masks for him and some of his band mates. You said yes, of course.

He then told you they were on tour and you had to come along. They're playing a concert in your town soon and would pick you up. Shawn said he'll put you on the guest list. For you the whole thing is no problem.

When the day came, you went to the back entrance of the venue with a big bag.

"Hey, I'm Y/N. Shawn put me on the guest list." You look at the big intimidating security guard.

He looks at a list and nods. "Ah here it is, Y/N." He makes a hand gesture for you to follow and opens the door. "First, let's get your bag out of here."

You walk silently behind the guard. You cross a few rooms and walk through different hallways until you come to a door that leads to a locked outdoor area.

There are tour buses of the crew and a huge bus that looks quite luxurious.

"You'll sleep in that bus there." He points to a slightly smaller bus that is right next to the luxurious one.

You enter your new sleeping place, it's spacious. The bus has four bunks, two of which seem to be occupied, a small kitchen and a bathroom. It's small but perfectly adequate. Besides, the bus seems to be for more important people of the crew. You doubt that in every bus there is a kitchen and a bathroom.

You put your bag down on an empty bunk.

"Where's Y/N? In there?" You hear someone ask.

You turn around to the entrance of the bus. Already Shawn comes rushing in.

"Y/N finally we meet again! It's been a long time." He hugs you. Then pulls away and talks to you. You don't notice much because your attention is focused on two men outside the door. A rather tall man leaning against the bus and a short man standing next to him, both staring at you.

"Aren't you going to introduce me?" You interrupt Shawn.

Shawn turns around, confused. When he catches sight of the two men, he walks toward them. You follow him.

"That's Chris." He points to the tall man. Chris gives you a friendly nod. "And that's Joey."

Said man smiles. "Nice to meet you." His green eyes scrutinize you intently. You smile back, which seems to please him, because the corners of his mouth pull up further. Joey seems to be kind, you think.

"And who are you?" Chris asks harshly, destroying the beautiful moment.

"You idiot. This is Y/N. I told you about her. She'll be making the masks for everyone who doesn't have a new one yet." Shawn takes a step toward him. "So for you too." He looks like he wants to punch Chris in the face.

Joey looks from Shawn and Chris to you. "Then we'll work together." He asks the question that isn't really a question anymore.

Shawn ignores Joey's sentence and turns to you. "Y/N you'll have time to settle in later. I'll introduce you to the others for now." He walks toward the building, leaving the two men behind. "First impressions are important. It can help you find a new design for the particular mask."

You re-enter the building and Shawn introduces you to his band members. You chat with each, then the boys must take the stage.

You watch their performance with enthusiasm. It's impressive how they manage to make the crowd go crazy.

After the concert the men go to their bus, it's the big luxurious one. You go into your bus and introduce yourself to your roommates. After that you go to sleep.

The next morning you're woken up by loud knocking. "Y/N! Get up! Let's go get some breakfast!" It's Shawn's voice.

You look around in confusion. You're alone. The others were probably still going to let you sleep.

"I'll be right there. Give me five minutes." You reach into your bag and pull out a pair of pants and a top. After you put it on you knot your hair. One last look in the mirror then you open the door.

Nine faces stare at you. "Oh...I didn't know you were all waiting." You're embarrassed and blush.

"We like to wait for you Y/N." Joey smiles at you.

"Joey stop flirting with Y/N!" Commands Shawn and gives him a scowl. He's like your dad, trying to protect you from bad guys.

"I'm hungry. Can we go now?" Whines Corey.

Joey rolls his eyes as Corey trudges off without answering. The rest of you go after him in small groups.

You stick mostly to Shawn since he's the only one you really know so far. He tells you that you're going to a bakery to eat. It's only a short walk.

You are talking to Shawn about his ideas for his new mask when Joey comes up next to you.

"I don't want to bother you but you mentioned yesterday that you wanted to talk to everyone individually, I volunteer to be the first. You just have to say when and where. I have time all day."

You smile kindly at him. "Um yeah I'd love to." For some reason his presence makes you shy. "We can meet right after lunch."

And there you sit now, waiting, in a large room with a few boxes of your utensils. They were delivered the day before so you can physically make the different masks.

You wait for Joey, he said after you were back at the venue he had to go to the bus. You replied that you would already be waiting in the pre-arranged room.

The pen in your hand draws small circles on the paper lying in your lap. At some point the door opens and you look up. Joey happily enters the room, obviously pleased to see you again.

It's his first consultation with you. You thought you would immediately start exchanging ideas, but you thought wrong!

Joey doesn't seem to have it urgent with his mask. He seemed to want to get to know you more first. He asked you how you know Shawn. You answer that you have been friends with his wife for a long time.

He seems interested in you, which flatters you.

The day after you have free because dismantling. So you can still move around the venue.

Only on that day, at your second meeting, Joey talks about his mask for the first time. He has exact ideas which he announces to you. He illustrates it with his old mask that he brought with him.

His previous mask had rivets as eyebrows and blood-red stripes around the eyes. His new one, as he says, is supposed to look like "someone drowned in the water, lain in it for months and rose again". Simply put, he wants to look like a floater.

As he tells you this, you make a quick sketch. "It's supposed to be a further evolution of your current mask, right?" You quickly draw Joey's profile on the page.

"Yeah, it's just supposed to be...dirtier. You know what I mean? With brown spots and stuff." He leans back and watches you put his ideas on the paper. "Also, I'm imagining a patched crack on the forehead. The mouth should also be like this... You're really talented Y/N. Do you know that?" His gaze is fixed on the paper in your lap as he moves closer to you to see better.

The sudden closeness brings heat to your face. You don't want to let on what effect he has on you and thank him for the compliment.

After a short time, the mini version of Joey lies in front of you. He already looks pretty scary, but something is still missing. Then it occurs to you. You put the pencil back on and draw a crown of thorns on his head. "What do you think?" You hold up the sketch. "You said you wanted to look like a floater and I thought the crown would go well with it."

Something in his eyes changes, they radiate enthusiasm but also a certain admiration. He takes the drawn paper from your hand. "I would never have thought of that. It fits perfectly." With joy, he pulls you into a hug.

As he lets go of you, he pushes a strand of black hair behind his ear. He looks down at the floor in shame. This time he blushes. "Sorry, I didn't mean to push you or anything. It was just because I..."

You put your hand on his knee and smile faintly. "It's okay. I get so excited a lot too that I could hug the whole world."

He looks up slowly. A weak smile on his lips.

You notice he's still uncomfortable with the situation and change the subject. "If you like the sketch, I would take a print of your face tomorrow."

He agrees.

"Tomorrow we travel to the next town and it will take a while for the mixture to dry on your face. Do you mind if you're on the bus with me during the ride and I take care of your face in the meantime?"

"That's fine. It'll give me a little time off from the boys."

So a day later, Joey gets on the bus with you.

"Sit down over there, please." You point to a black couch. "I'll be right with you." You enter the bathroom and take a bowl of thick liquid from the sink.

You moisten a rag. "Here, use this to clean your face."

Joey can just barely catch the wet fabric out of the air before it would've slapped him in the face. While cleaning his skin, he asks where your roommates are.

"Not wanting to get in my way while I do my work, they got on another bus." You squint at Joey, stirring the mixture in the bowl. "You ready?"

Joey nods and sets the rag on the table beside him. "Wait, I'll quickly tie up my hair." He raises his hands and tucks his black hair behind his ears. Using a brown scrunchie, he ties his hair at the back of his head. In the process, the sleeves of his t-shirt slipped up.

You're amazed at how muscular his arms actually are and you immediately wonder what it's like to be held by them.

"Y/N are you okay?" Joey snaps you out of your thoughts.

"Oh um yeah. I was just thinking about how your mask is going to end up looking."

"I hope good." He laughs.

And all you can think about is that you could watch him do this all day. His laughter sounds beautiful.

What's wrong with you all of a sudden? Do you develop feelings for him?

You pull a brush out of your pocket and dip it into the bowl. "Here we go."

He closes his eyes as he feels the coldness of the liquid on his skin. You add a few more brush strokes. You think it's cute how Joey wrinkles his nose.

"Are you ticklish?" You ask.

"Mmmhhm."

"You can talk. I paint your mouth at the end."

He answers your question. "Yes I am. Very easily, in fact. This thing here," He points across the room. "Drives me crazy."

"Eventually you get used to the feeling. But it's cute how you wrinkle your nose at every stroke."

He smiles. "I've never gotten a compliment like that before. Thank you."

The upper half of his face is now completely covered with the thick liquid.

"Do you have any last words before I paint over your mouth?" You ask.

"Yes indeed." His words come thoughtfully over his lips, his beautiful lips. "We're only going to meet one more time aren't we? To give me my finished mask?" You nod. "So we don't really know each other, but I like you. I know you'll be busy with the others, but do you want to meet sometime?"

You don't know where you got the sudden confidence as you say the next words. "Only if it's a date."

He laughs. "Then I guess it will be a date."

"Then we can meet." You say. "I'll paint your mouth now. Don't be scared."

He nods and you finish your work by painting his lips.

[wariodemambo]

Diamond City was far from a frequented area for Rosalina. But despite her unfamiliarity, she walked confidently towards her location. An internal compass was strong with this one, it would seem. Though... to be fair, it's not like it took a local's years' worth of insight to see the great big pillar of rock and stone with a house at its peak. Yes, it was more than true that the words Wario and Subtlety went together like water and oil. Quite the private estate that man owned, but luckily for her, all it takes is the smallest bit of effort and a moment of prolonged levitation to reach the top.

Once her personal lift deposited her on the top floor, steps approached Wario's abode and all of the personality it toted. Upon the door would a light rap be heard, a gentle knocking administered by the impromptu visitor. Then, once more with some additional oomph, just in case her first wasn't loud enough. Was Wario expecting guests? Well, certainly not this one, at the very least. He and Rosalina hardly spoke, to be honest. She always made sure to converse with him once or twice after go-karting or golfing or what have you, but she'd certainly never made a house call before.

She just felt the need to visit. It had been a while since she last touched down on the planet he and so many of her special ones called home. And upon arrival, a twinge in her chest just said... check in on him. So here she was. If he was even home to begin with.

Wario never locked his front door. This is a fact especially true after his most recent loss. His busy friends could come-and-go whenever they made time to check in on their boss; showering with condolences and meals to last him a lifetime. Locking the front door would only discourage their visits, if not stop them outright — and, as counterintuitive it seemed, separated his clique from the strangers.

The polite tap gave (some of) Rosalina away, leaving Wario with a frown as it persisted. Gustavo, Mario, and his green brother would have announced themselves, Bowser was the furthest thing from subtle, and the princesses were... well, just no. With a groan, he pulled himself up, approached the entrance, and yanked the door open.

❝ THE SIGN SAYS NO SOLICITERS, JERKW— ❞

. . . . . . aieeeeee????

— BANG!

The front door crashed shut, muffling the odd noises that followed. A chicken squawking loudly, trash bags being stuffed (and promptly thrown out one of the side windows), the chirping of a confused Pokémon, the grinding of furniture across the floor, and more chicken bawking...

Until, at last, silence.

The door creaked open, as Wario peeked through the crack to confirm Rosalina was not a figment of his imagination. He heaved as he pulled the door open the rest of the way. Cyan eye shadow does nothing to hide the dark look in his eyes, and hairs stray from that iconic lighting bolt 'stache. Just her being here was enough to steal the potential words from his mouth — leaving his jaw agape as his eyes met hers. His experience sought wrongdoing, any reason for her presence as if he were about to be in trouble.

When nothing came, it was then he mustered the courage to speak.

❝ ROSIE. ❞ Blunt and filled with the same disbelief in his pupils, Wario shifted. What a house call! The past weeks stretched so long that he'd almost forgotten the other part of his life. Would go-karts even fix him at this point. He welcomed her in as he straightened up. ❝ Err — What can-a Waarrrio do for you? ❞

Pay no mind to the thousands of fresheners in the air right now, or the Igglybuff he'd scooped up after closing the door. It'd fallen asleep by the time Wario reached the couch, anyway.

[speciallysapphic]

The Swan and The Widow

(Artwork not completely mine, credit to creators for the symbol & wings)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: What was supposed to be a night off for Natasha and your big night at the ballet takes a turn for the worst. The question is, why would someone be after you?

Warnings: Slow burn, slight angst, guns, tension

Chapter One

 It was a cold night for Spring. But this was New York and that wasn't unusual. Natasha had the night off from her Avenging and SHIELD duties. She had decided to spend it going to see a production of Swan Lake. Although she never chose ballet for herself, she did love the art form. The theater was packed, this was the last performance of this season for the company. A new dancer was making their debut as the lead in the ballet, the audience was buzzing. As the show went on Natasha was content, but could never shake the feeling of being on edge. That's how it was for her all the time. She could never fully let her guard down, always on edge. 

She finds herself entranced by the lead dancer on the stage, her eyes glued to her performance. You were that lead dancer. Though to the audience you appear as confident as ever, selling the performance with every step, you were so nervous. The lead role in a ballet as a new company member is daunting enough, but the lead in Swan Lake? The pressure was on. It's the third act of the ballet, you take a deep breath as you start to mentally prepare for the most challenging part of the performance; the 32 consecutive turns. As you begin the sequence that leads up to the turns, a small red light catches your eye. You ignore it, you have to focus. A lot is riding on how this performance goes. 

Natasha, still glued to your performance, notices the red dot on the stage. She immediately recognizes it as a sniper sight line. She snaps her head back to follow the line but her view isn't great from where she is in the theater. She looks back at you, as you're on the fourth turn of the sequence, the red light has lined up with your chest. Thinking quickly, Natasha pulls the small pistol that's concealed in her garter and fires a shot straight up into the air. The sound sends a panic into the audience and orchestra. Screaming has now replaced the sounds of the symphony. People start running out of the theater, the dancers on stage flee. You panic and run straight to your dressing room and lock it. You press yourself into the corner and begin to cry.

Natasha makes her way backstage swiftly. She finds your dressing room with your last name posted next to the door. She rips down the paper with your name on it and knocks. "Hello y/n? Could you open the door? It's not safe to stay here" Through your sobs you manage to get a few choppy words out - "How… do I.. know I can.. trust you?" you sob. Natasha sighs and picks the lock in seconds "You're just going to have to try." You slowly come out of the corner to see who the stranger was. Your curiosity turns into shock when you realize the famous Avenger was standing in your dressing room. Her red hair tied in an elegant updo, donning a long black dress with a slit on her left leg that ran clean up to her hip. You always thought she was beautiful in her combat gear but seeing her like this was better than anything you could have possibly imagined.

As you try to straighten yourself out to appear as though you weren't in shock she smiles softly. "Sorry to intrude, but someone in that audience was targeting you specifically. I don't know why yet, but we don't have time right now to figure it out. We need to get you out of here. I have a safe house not too far, I can take you there"

You can tell by her tone that she's serious. "That red light was from a sniper!? I saw the red light but I was so focused that I didn't think about it. I -" your speech is fast and frantic. Natasha has already started grabbing your things quickly. 

Your head is spinning, you stand there in shock watching the assassin make quick work of the messy dressing room. You look up at her - "Wait, why are you picking up all of my stuff? Do we really need all of this?" Without hesitating she replies "We can't leave anything that might help someone trace you. That includes things with easy to sample DNA like hair brushes, your lipstick, and clothes. Fingerprints aren't so concerning, this dressing room probably has thousands." She throws your sweatpants and tank top at you "You need to change, whoever it is will spot you if you leave here in your costume or ballet attire." You look up at her and nod, but you hesitate. Both of you stare at each other for a second, Natasha raises an eyebrow at you. "Uhm, could I get a little privacy?" You sheepishly ask. Natasha stands up straighter and tells you "Well I can't leave the room, seconds are crucial in a safety situation." You look down at the clothes, then back up at her. Too shy to say anything at this point, thrown off by her confidence, you make a turning gesture with your finger. Nat sighs and turns her back to you. 

After you're changed she tells you to stay close as you exit the theater. She leads you to a back parking lot, where she walks up to a black motorcycle. You stop and start to protest "I've never been on a motorcycle before… Can't we just take my car?" She chuckles as she throws your bag into the side saddlebag "I told you that we couldn't leave a hairbrush behind and you think it's a good idea to drive your car?" She grins, amused by your innocence "I'm a safe driver, you just need to hold on tight" Natasha hands you a helmet and straddles the bike, pulling up her long dress as she does so. You take a deep breath and get on the back of the bike. You hesitate and gently rest your hand on her waist. She grabs your arms and makes you wrap them around her waist. "Tightly, I said. Remember?" You're thankful she can't see your face because you're sure your cheeks are as bright as her hair. 

The motorcycle roars in the empty parking lot echoing off the concrete walls around you. Natasha tears down the streets. You can tell by the way she's driving she's making sure no one is following you. A left, another left, and another left. Going down streets more than once. She's smart, so you know she's not lost. After she's sure no one is following the both of you, she makes her way to a small apartment in Lower Manhattan. You both go inside. The apartment is a very small studio, typical for NYC. Your head is still spinning. You sit down on the couch and stare blankly at the floor. Natasha is taking off her earrings and catches a glimpse of you in the mirror. She frowns. Sometimes she forgets that this kind of life isn't typical for everyone else. 

As she takes down her hair she walks to the sink to get you a glass of water. She sits on the coffee table directly in front of you. Her presence takes you out of your trance. You open your mouth to apologize but Natasha speaks before you get the words out. "I know it's a lot" she hands you the glass of water "I promise I'll find out who wants to hurt you. I won't let anything happen to you. We'll figure out who they are and why you're a target" she places her hand on your knee. You stare up at her and ask "Why do you want to protect me? Why did you want to bring me here instead of letting the theater empty and me go home?" The redhead smiles a somber smile and says "The way you dance reminds me of how I used to dance. I can tell it's an escape for you, the way it was my only escape so long ago. The world is a dark enough place, I'd like to keep people who bring light into it around if I can." You look down to hide the blush forming on your cheeks. 

Natasha gets up and goes to change. You take this time to drink your water and check the bag she threw together for you. Damn, no pajamas. Nat walks out of the restroom to see you rummaging around the duffle. She realizes you're looking for something to sleep in by the way you're tossing everything else to the side. She walks to the dresser and brings you a pair of shorts and a t shirt. "Thank you" you say, taking the clothes from her and walking to get changed. 

When you walk out you see her fluffing the pillows on the bed. You pause, you were sure you would sleep on the couch. She notices your hesitation as she pulls back the covers. "Sorry, I don't have another blanket and the heater in here isn't great. I hope that's okay?" You walk towards the bed and meet her gaze "That's perfectly okay with me. But I do have to warn you, my feet are freezing." The Avenger laughs "I don't mind, it's probably better than sleeping next to Barton in an air vent haha" You both climb into the bed.

You drift off to sleep easier than you thought you would. Even though you barely knew Natasha, you felt safe with her. In your sleep you toss and turn. Images of the theater, the 32 turns, the small red light, and the bright stage lights flash in your mind. Only this time it feels like it's happening in slow motion. You hear the gunshot, the dance stops. You look down and see your costume covered in blood. The bullet reached you this time and the room starts to spin. You jolt awake startled from the nightmare. 

Instinctually, you grabbed onto Natasha for safety. As you wake up and realize it was just a dream you let go of the very confused and tired woman. You start to stammer out an apology, Natasha shushes you. She reassures you quickly "It was just a dream, you're safe, it's okay." She puts her hand on your shoulder. You can't help it, you begin to cry. She doesn't really understand why she feels so empathetic towards someone she doesn't really know, but she pulls you in close to her and holds you. 

You don't fight it, it feels nice. Natasha lays both of you down gently on the bed, you curl into her, still crying. She strokes your hair and holds you close to her. "Shhhh detka, it's okay, I got you, you're safe." Your crying slowly stops as you fall back asleep in her arms. 

[chayacat]

Road96: Shandara’s Land (13)  

Fandom: Road96 

Rated M for Language and Violence.  

*** 

The abandoned buildings of Petria were blessed bread for the Purple Lynx. No need to build or set up a meagre camp. They only need to rehabilitate the building to be able to settle there. And believe me that in just a few hours, it's over. You can't imagine how many members this group has. And you don't want to imagine it. Inside the building, in the basement of the building, was Adam, locked in what appeared to be a cell. Maybe a little too big for him... He was curled up in on himself, wondering what he was doing here. But above all... he was thinking of Sonya. His Sonya.  

“Sonya...I hope you’re fine.” he said to himself.  

Not far from the building, hidden behind the rocks, Stan, Mitch, Anna, Jarod and Alex discreetly observed the building. They absolutely had to find a way to get in without being detected. But how? They had guards all around the building.  

“Well... They have planned a hell of a welcoming committee, tell me.” said Stan. 

“Inevitably, it was too good for Melina to let us get Adam back without resistance. We must find a way in.” said Anna.  

“What's next? We don't even know where they locked him up.” said Jarod.  

“I have had the opportunity in the past to enter one of their buildings. I know they have basements. If they locked Adam up somewhere, it's bound to be in the basement. That's where we must go.” 

“Isn't there a way to access it directly from the outside?” asks Mitch.  

“Unfortunately, no.” replied Anna sighing.  

“Let me do it. Give me a few minutes and I'll have the building plans in no time.” said Alex as he types on his small computer.  

“You have a real gift for computers... I am sure you will be the one who revolutionizes the world one day.” 

“Yeah, I know. One day, scientists will examinate my brain to find out How I was born with such a big and awesome brain.” 

Anna laughs as she watches Alex get to work. He was going so fast, she had trouble understanding what he was doing. And after a little while, the map of the building was displayed on his screen.  

“Ha ah! And that's the job! Too easy for a genius like me.” said Alex as everyone gathered around him.  

The map of the building was quite large and had several floors. But what interested them most was the basement. And even the basements were big. Bigger than the building itself. Finding Adam will not be easy. But they must try their luck.  

“Well...we still have to find a way in.” said Jarod.  

“We will find one...there’s must be a way...” said Anna.  

“I think I found one.” said Mitch pointing at two guards isolated from the rest.  

The group discreetly walked towards the service entrance where the two guards were standing isolated. Without making any noise they knocked out the latter and hid them before entering the building. Alex took the opportunity to hack the cameras, thus deceiving the surveillance room. Once this was done, the group looked at the map again.  

“We're here. We don't have direct access to the basement here. We will have to cross half of the building to access the stairs that will allow us to go down. We will have to be discreet. If a single soldier from Merlina sees us, we're screwed.” said Anna.  

“Don't worry about the soldiers. Mitch and I make it our business. They won't even have time to blow the whistle.” said Stan.  

“Yes, don't worry for that. Let us do it.” said Mitch.  

“Alex are you sure your camera jamming system will last a long time?” replied Anna.  

“As long as necessary! Don't worry about it, home girl, Alex is on the spot.” he said smiling.  

“Let us hurry. The longer we stay here, the more likely we are to be spotted.” say Jarod.  

The group moved discreetly towards the stairs leading to the basements. Meanwhile, in her office, Merlina was sipping a glass of wine, when she received a call.  

*Madam, they have entered the building and are heading to the basement. * Said the soldier.  

“Perfect. Let them advance to him... And once they're in the right place... The trap will close on them. I would be happy to see them die before my eyes. As soon as they are near the cage, let me know. I want to see their faces filled with despair myself.” said Merlina, playing with her glass of wine.  

*Yes, madam. About Tyrak, what do we do? * 

“Let him mind his own business. He has already given us all the necessary funds for our research. Focus on locating the latest Shandarian site. We must find it in order to be able to find the city itself. Got it?” 

*Yes Madam. We get back to it right away. *  

Merlina cut the transmission and sipped her glass, a sly smile on her face. Then she put down her glass and got up leaving the room to start heading to the basement. She was looking forward to what was to come. Back on Anna's side, the group had reached the basement. But there were even more guards than before. No way to pass without being spotted.  

Two guards passed through a long corridor before hearing a strange noise. They moved slowly, their weapons loaded and ready to fire. Suddenly, they were lured and knocked out from behind before being hidden in a cupboard. Stan and Mitch wiped their gloved hands before motioning for the rest of the group to join them. They followed Alex's map and cautiously walked through the basement corridors. From time to time, Anna would glance to see if she saw Adam. But nothing. Jarod did the same to spot potential Yung soldiers.  

“I don't like it.” said Jarod.  

“Me neither. But we have to look on the bright side: If there is so much guard here, it is because Adam must not be very far away. We must move forward, and quickly if we want to have a chance of releasing him.”  said Stan.  

The group suddenly heard a noise. Like a voice calling them. It was Adam. They went to the source and after a few minutes they finally arrived in the room where Adam was being held prisoner. 

“Adam!” said Mitch.  

“Mitch?! Stan?! What are you doing there?!” said Adam worried.  

“We're coming to get you out of there! Why do you think we're here??” said Stan.  

“No! You must leave here! It's a trap! Merlina...” 

But he did not have time to finish his sentence when the door behind the group closed. Adam then pulled back screaming, while the group fell when the ground under their foot opened. Jarod protected Alex in their downfall while Mitch did the same with Anna. Each found himself isolated in a room. Stan was alone, Mitch and Anna were together in another, same for Jarod and Alex.  

“Daggnabit! Mitch?? Anna?? Hey, is anyone here??” said Stan alone in his room.  

“Anna are you okay?” Said Mitch.  

“I am... Thanks Mitch” responds Anna.  

“Nothing broken Kid?” asks Jarod.  

“No... Thank you. We were separated from the band...” said Alex.  

“I feel that way.”  

Suddenly water began to seep into the rising room slowly but surely. In Anna and Mitch's play, the room was getting colder and colder. While in Stan's, the walls were getting closer. Suddenly they all heard a voice in the loudspeakers.  

*Well,Well,Well. It looks like the little mice have decided to get into their holes. Too bad the cat trapped them just before. * Said Merlina.  

“Merlina!” said Anna.  

*Hello Anna. What a pleasure to see you again. Unfortunately, it will be for the last time. Too bad, I would have thought you would have resisted longer this time. And in addition, you drag other people with you into death. *  

“We'll find a way out of here! You dirty witch!” shout Stan.  

*Hahaha! but I hope for you! It would be a shame to end up crushing, frozen or drowned. But I fear that unfortunately, the journey will stop for you. Soon the city of Shandara will be mine and all its research and discoveries will be mine! *  

Each member of the group looked towards the speakers, frowning and gritting their teeth. Merlina laughed at such a sight. For her, all this was a game. A game in which she would be the winner.  

“What a monster...” said Mitch.  

“Merlina...” said Anna.  

*Unfortunately for you, you will never see my triumph for this discovery. But don't worry... The others will eventually join you... one way or another. Farewell. * Said Merlina before cutting off the micro.  

Stan saw the walls getting closer and closer. He swore between his teeth, looking for a way out before he finished crushing. Suddenly he saw a door. She looked solid at first glance, but he had to try his luck. No time to hook it, he must explode it. He took out his Visa shotgun the hinges that held the door and fired. After 4 shots, and on the verge of ending up flattened like a pancake, Stan manages to blow the door and leave the room at the death’s door, now condemned by the walls close together. He sighed in relief, also trying to catch his breath. He narrowly escaped death. But for him it is not the first time. It can be said that he has always had a good star above him. Even two... 

“Close call. Now I must save the others. Before it’s too late.” He said before starting to run.  

He has no time to lose. The others are in danger. He must hurry to find them and get them out of there, before the kiss of death comes to take them away. But in a basement as big as this... Finding them is going to be complicated. But he must not give up. Not now. His brother's life is at stake. And Anna's too. As well as Alex and Jarod. He must act quickly. very quickly.  

“Hang on everyone...I'm coming.” he said running as fast as he can.  

Hang on yes... 

Hang on...Mitch.  

*** 

(A wonderful 4-day weekend awaits me! It will feel good to rest a little without having to finish super late at night. I'll be able to sleep a little earlier or play a little more. I already have some ideas emerging about my next fiction, but I'm putting them aside for now, so I can focus on this one. And then with the release of Baldur's Gate 3, I must admit that I want to play more right now. I hope you’ll like it like the other ones! Feel free to tell me what you think about it! Have a great weekend to you all!  See ya!)

[shemarmooresfedora]

Can’t Be Your Secret Anymore

Summary: You hardly expected the next time you saw Spencer after your big fight is him coming out of an ambulance on a stretcher.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Nurse!Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: one swear word, arguing, hospitals, fluffy ending!

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: this is an anon request!!! anon, i hope i did your wonderful request justice! my asks are always open for anything (random concepts, full-fleshed ideas, or just random thoughts/questions)

Masterlist

“Sorry, I’m home late, sweetheart. The team wanted to go out for drinks after work and then Savannah wouldn’t let me leave until I did karaoke,” Spencer chuckled, “Luckily, she was drunk enough that I slipped out without ever having to fulfill my promise.”

Spencer’s smile faded once he realized you weren’t smiling too.

“Why did Savannah get to go but I can’t? We have been dating longer than her and Derek,” you huffed, crossing your arms.

“Baby, it’s not the same thing…” Spencer began to say.

You shot up from the couch, “It is too the same thing, Spencer. I have asked you at least 5 times to meet your team and you always say it’s not the right time. When will it be the right time, Spencer? A year? Ten? I can’t wait around until you decide I’m good enough for your friends,” you began walking around his apartment, collecting your things.

“No, Y/N. Please stay. You can meet them! You can meet them, I swear! Please don’t go,” Spencer desperately begged.

“I never wanted a pity invite,” you sighed, “Goodbye, Spencer. Call me if you would finally like to commit to me for once.”

The gentle closing of his apartment door cracked Spencer’s heart in half. He snuck out early from the bar in hopes of being cuddled up with you but now he was all alone.

-

A week. It had been a week since you walked out of Spencer’s apartment only to be met with radio silence. If you were being honest, you hadn’t really expected Spencer to make no attempt to get back together with you. But if he really didn’t want you back, you needed to start moving on with your life.

“Y/N, we’ve got an incoming ambulance,” Linda, the other on-call ER nurse said, snapping you out of your daze.

You jogged out to the ambulance bay, suiting up with rubber gloves.

The ambulance screeched to a halt outside the entrance as the paramedics unloaded the stretcher.

“White male. Early 30’s. GSW to the neck. Pulse is thready,” the paramedic stated.

The patient’s eyes opened slightly for just a second and they locked with yours.

“Spencer,” you whispered under your breath as his eyes closed again.

You and Linda rolled him up the OR before returning back to the ER floor. You took a seat at the desk and put your head in your hands. You were trying to control your breathing because being in the elevator with your barely alive ex-boyfriend was not how you expected this night to go.

“Do you know Reid?”

Your head snapped up to the muscular man that travelled in the ambulance with him.

“What?” you asked, even though you heard him the first time.

“It sounded like you said ‘Spencer’ when you pulled him out of the ambulance. I was just asking if you knew him,” Derek said.

“Um, kind of. We have a mutual friend so I’ve seen him around but I really don’t know him that well,” you lied.

It pained you to say that you didn’t know Spencer well at all when he was fighting for his life in surgery but then again, did you really? The mutual friend technically wasn’t a lie because you guys were set up by Patricia, a librarian, because you were the only two people under 60 that came into the library regularly.

Derek didn’t seem to be convinced but he nodded and stepped away regardless.

When the head surgeon working on Spencer came out, you purposely pretended to be doing a task close to where his whole team had gathered.

“Dr. Reid is expected to make a full recovery,” you heard, you let out an instant exhale of relief, “He is in Room E105 if you would like to see him now.”

Shit. That was the wing you were in charge of post-op for. The surgeon found you and handed you the clipboard of Spencer’s file before returning back upstairs.

You slowly made your way to the room. Thank god, you could see he was still unconscious through the door. You knocked lightly on the open door to alert the team of your presence.

“Hi, I’m Nurse Y/L/N. I’m in charge of Spenc-I mean Dr. Reid’s post-op. I just need to check his vitals real quick,” you informed them.

A blonde woman with bright bold clothing that you assumed was Penelope, based on what Spencer told you, backed away from Spencer to give you room to work, “Do whatever you need to do, sweetheart.”

That sent a pang through your chest. Spencer always called you ‘sweetheart’ but maybe that was just because he could never bring himself to call you ‘love’.

“He’s all set. I’ll be back in an hour,” you flashed a polite smile before quickly leaving the room that felt like it was suffocating you.

“Thank you!” Penelope called after you.

-

An hour later, you picked up Spencer’s clipboard once again and headed to his room, stopping in your tracks when you saw he was awake.

You made brief eye contact before you whipped around and speed-walked back down the hall.

“Linda, can you take my patient in E105 please?” you pleaded.

“Is it super gross?” she cringed.

“No, it’s just someone I’d rather not talk to right now. It’s just a vital check for a post-op GSW,” you informed her, “I’ll let you take an extra 5 minutes on break and I’ll do all the bedpan changes.”

“Fine,” Linda grabbed the clipboard and headed to Spencer’s room.

Linda decided to take her slightly longer break right after doing Spencer’s post-op. So when his ‘call nurse’ button started rapidly going off, you had no one to turn to.

You sprinted down the hallway to his room and quickly opened the door to see him sitting up, perfectly fine with the remote in his hand.

“Are you dying?” you asked flatly.

“Without you, yes I am,” Spencer replied.

You rolled your eyes and let out a humorless chuckle before heading to the door once again.

“Wait, Y/N!” he urged.

You didn’t turn around until you heard a ripping sound followed by a loud ‘ow’. When you turned around, you saw Spencer had pulled his bandage half off.

“Spencer! Why did you do that? I have other patients to tend to,” you grabbed the roll of gauze on the table.

“Now you have to listen to me as you reapply my gauze,” Spencer explained.

“Where did your team go? Can’t you bother them?” you huffed.

“You met them?”

“Don’t worry. I said I barely knew you through a mutual friend. I know how terrible it would be for you if they found out you were dating me,” you assured him.

“No, no! That’s not what I want. I want to scream from the rooftops that you’re my girlfriend. I just get scared that once we make it official to everyone, it will be even harder when I lose you,” Spencer admitted.

“Why do you think you’re going to lose me?”

“Because you’re way out of my league. Sometimes I still think you’re just a figment of my imagination and this couldn’t possibly be real,” Spencer confessed.

“Spencer, you’re a hot genius FBI agent. If anybody is out of anybody’s league, it’s you.”

“And you’re a hot ER nurse who probably saves more lives than I do on a daily basis and...I love you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, he finally said it. A sign of commitment.

“I love you too,” you spoke softly, gently pressing down the last strip of gauze on his neck.

You heard chattering approaching and the whole team appeared at the door with food and drinks in their hand.

“Alright, Dr. Reid,” you shot up from the edge of the bed, “Your gauze is all set. Press the button again if you have any other complications. Enjoy your dinner. Remember only jell-o or soup,” you headed to the door.

“Y/N, wait,” Spencer grabbed your wrist before you got very far and then interlocked your hand with his, “Guys, this is my beautiful and amazing girlfriend, Y/N, who I love very much.”

“Um-hi,” you waved.

Derek looked between the both of you and grinned.

“We were just going to have some dinner if you would like to join us, Y/N,” Penelope offered.

“Sure! Let me just tell Linda I’m taking my break,” you smiled.

You tried to leave again but Spencer still wouldn’t let your hand go.

“Spence, I’ll be right back,” you promised.

“I need a kiss before you go,” he grinned.

You rolled your eyes playfully before leaning down to give him a loving kiss that made up for all the kisses you lost over the past week.

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[starryhyuck]

dangerous game. (m)

pairing: dilf!jaehyun x younger!reader

words: 1.9k+

summary: jaehyun is your father’s co-worker, but it’s not your fault that he’s undeniably hot.

genre: smut

warnings: older!jaehyun, younger!reader, car sex, public sex, creampie, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy

“It’s not like he’s your dad, you know.”

You glare at Sookyung, who’s innocently sipping at her glass of champagne. You pinch her arm and she squeals.

“He could be! He’s just as old as my dad,” you comment, eyes roaming over Jeong Jaehyun’s figure.

He was just recently hired into your father’s corporation and proven himself to be a worthy asset, his dimples charming everyone who comes his way. He’s built up a strong relationship with your parents, bringing over his daughter to hang out with you sometimes. You wonder if he’ll always see you as a kid — a friend of his daughter’s to have play dates with.

Speaking of the devil, Haerim bounces over and smiles at you and Sookyung. Luckily, Haerim got her looks from her mother so you don’t feel so odd when you gaze over at her.

“How are you two doing? I’m kind of bored,” she comments, fingers gripping her own champagne glass.

Sookyung gives you the eye and you know what she’s thinking — you practically sped home from college just to stare at Jaehyun all night, jumping at your father’s invitation as soon as he called.

“We’re doing fine,” Sookyung replies, and you grow wary of her mischievous smile. “How about you and your dad? Any luck with finding him a date?”

Haerim shakes her head. “Nope. He’s probably just not ready to move on yet.”

Sookyung grins. “Maybe he just hasn’t met the right girl.”

You glare at her. Haerim shrugs.

“Yeah, maybe.”

—

It’s only a few weeks later when you come home for Christmas. Your father greets you at the door and your mother lets you know they have company over. You try to keep your resolve when you see Jaehyun at the table, his smile taking your breath away like it always has.

“Jaehyun’s spending Christmas with us,” your father mentions as you take your seat.

“And Haerim?” You ask, eyes locking with Jaehyun’s.

“At her mother’s for the holidays,” Jaehyun responds, dark eyes gazing at you. You nod, and as soon as you dig into your meal, your father and Jaehyun are chatting it up. “That’s crazy, Doyoung. I couldn’t imagine any of the investors buying that crap.”

Your father laughs and your mother leans over to speak with you.

“I want you to be nice to Jaehyun while he’s here. He’s having a rough time, first holiday after the divorce and everything.”

You smile. “I’ll keep him good company, I promise.”

She pats your cheek. “That’s my girl.”

It’s later in the night when you keep your promise, knocking on the guest room door. You’ve taken Sookyung’s advice and luckily packed all of your best underwear, matching bra and all. You know deep down you shouldn’t get your hopes up, especially since Jaehyun is still learning to live without his wife.

All those thoughts are thrown away, however, when he opens the door. You grin innocently at him.

“I hope you’re enjoying your stay, Mr. Jeong. I was just checking up on you.”

He smirks, leaning against the doorframe. “Is that so? Well, thank you for being such a hospitable host.”

Sookyung’s words bounce around in your head, still lingering when you called her after dinner. Flirt. Remind him you’re very mature for your age. And wear that red thong I bought you for your birthday!

You laugh. “Yes, well, I think my father would be upset if he knew I wasn’t being very friendly.”

He chuckles and nods his head. “We can’t have that, can we?”

“No, we can’t.”

Your gazes lock, and you swear his eyes darken a little. He opens his mouth to say something before you hear footsteps. Your father comes around the corner, smiling and placing his hand on your shoulder.

“I can see you’re treating Jaehyun nicely.”

“She was,” Jaehyun answers. “You raised her well, Doyoung.”

“I hope so,” your father laughs, placing a kiss on your head. “Listen, Jaehyun, we’re going out tomorrow to get all the groceries we need to make Christmas dinner. I was wondering if you would tag along with Y/N to find a suitable tree for the living room.”

Your eyes practically light up, and Jaehyun chuckles.

“I think that would be fine,” he nods, gaze returning to you. “We’ll leave in the morning?”

You smile. “Sounds good.”

—

Car rides with Jaehyun are more arousing than you expected. You’ve been on edge since you’ve been on the road with him, mainly because you’re unsure of how to make the first move. If he ends up not even liking you in that way, he could definitely tell your father and further humiliate you.

“You’re quiet this morning.”

Your head darts to look over at him, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly. “Oh,” you laugh awkwardly. “Just a lot on my mind, I guess.”

“Care to enlighten me?” He hums.

This is a very dangerous game.

“I just- um-“ you pause, trying to comprehend your thoughts. Jaehyun chuckles at your internal struggle. Oh God. What if he just sees me as a kid? I’m wearing this uncomfortable thong and all he sees is his daughter’s little friend-

“I don’t think we can,” he comments, taking you off guard.

You frown. “Don’t think we can what?”

He sighs. “I want to be with you in that way, but your dad-“

Your eyes widen. “Wait wait wait. You like me? I mean, you like me like that?”

He smirks, taking his eyes off of the road for a mere second to glance at you. “Yes, I like you like that. But it’s too complicated. You’re young, and-“

You scoff. “I’m not that young.”

“You’re as young as my daughter,” he reminds you. “And your father and I are good friends. Plus, he has all the power to fire me whenever he wants, and I don’t think I can afford to lose my job right now.”

Sookyung’s voice grows louder in your head. Make him want you. Show him he can’t resist.

Your eyelashes flutter closed, fingers drifting down to your core.

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

You ignore him, one hand slithering into your underwear and stroking your folds gently. You throw your head back and moan. You can feel the car swerve a little.

“Y/N, you shouldn’t be doing this. I’m driving, this is dangerous and I-“

“Touch me, Mr. Jeong,” you beg, opening your eyes to stare directly at him. “Please?”

It isn’t long before he pulls over on the side of the road and leans over the console to press his lips against yours. You whimper when his fingers tug on your hair, exposing your neck to him.

“Such a little slut,” he hisses, lips attaching to your neck and sucking gently. “We could’ve gotten into an accident.”

“But we didn’t,” you remind him, guiding his hand to your core. “Can you fuck me now?”

He growls. “Filthy little mouth. Does your dad know you talk this way?”

You shake your head. “No, daddy wouldn’t like that.”

He curses lowly and you know you’ve got him. He pushes the seat all the way back and climbs until he’s hovering over you, tongue desperately exploring the expanse of your mouth. He replaces your fingers with his, digits slowly playing with your folds before sliding two into your waiting hole. You whine into the kiss and he pauses briefly.

“You’re not a-“

“Virgin?” You raise an eyebrow. “No. But don’t tell daddy.”

He growls, attacking you once again and curling his fingers upwards. You’re both lucky he’s pulled over to an abandoned part of the town, and his tinted windows giving you even further security.

“We have to be quick, baby,” he whispers breathlessly. “Still have to bring a tree home.”

The clothes come off quickly after that, your hands gripping Jaehyun’s shirt and flinging it over your shoulder. He laughs at your eagerness, palming at your breast and kissing your mound.

“Such a pretty body,” he murmurs, lips darting over your nipple. You moan and arch your back.

“Yeah? Prettier than your ex-wife’s?”

He smirks. “Prettier. Younger. Hotter.”

You whimper when he throws your dress to the side, fingers dancing over your choice of underwear.

“Isn’t that pretty? You wear that for me, sweet girl?”

You giggle. “Only for you, daddy.”

He flips you over, smacking your ass along the way. You enjoy the way he manhandles you, pulling your hair back and tugging it harshly.

“Is this how you like it? Exposed like a whore for anyone to see? What would your parents say if they saw you like this?”

“What would your daughter say if she saw you about to fuck a girl the same age as her?” You counter.

He smiles. “She wouldn’t like it, that’s for sure.”

You feel his tip prod your entrance and you moan, gripping the headrest of the passenger seat. Jaehyun kisses your shoulders, cupping your breasts and sliding into you.

You cry at the stretch, feeling every ridge and vein of his cock as he enters you. He’s thick. And huge. Definitely the biggest you’ve ever taken.

He curses in your ear. “Fuck, baby. Your pussy’s so fucking tight.”

“Never-“ you gasp, catching your breath when he sinks deeper and deeper. “Never had someone this big, daddy.”

You both groan when he bottoms out, lips parting at the pleasure you’re receiving. You feel so full, and Jaehyun’s cock is like a fever dream.

“Jaehyun, please,” you beg, aching for him to move.

He follows your order, grabbing your hips and snapping into you. You moan loudly, the sound of his hips connecting with your thighs echoing throughout the vehicle. He feels so perfect inside of you and you blubber his name over and over again.

You imagine how sinful you both look, with Jaehyun fucking you desperately in the passenger seat of his car, where Haerim probably sat when he used to drive her to school everyday. You whimper at the thought as Jaehyun drills into you, panting in your ear.

“Feels so good, baby,” he praises you. “Wanna fuck you all day.”

“Will you?” You ask, whining when he nudges against your sweet spot. “Will you fuck me when we get back home?”

“If you can stay quiet,” he chuckles and you giggle with him. He groans when you clench around him. “You going to cum for me, baby? Show me how much you want it, sweet girl.”

You fall apart around him, squeezing his cock for dear life as you orgasm. You’re completely spent but Jaehyun still plows into you, chasing his high. You prod him a little.

“Please, daddy. Want to feel you cum inside me.”

“Yeah?” He grunts, his voice dropping an octave. “Are you on the pill?”

The beat of silence is deafening. “What if I wasn’t?”

He groans. “Don’t mess with me, baby. I’m going to explode.”

“Wouldn’t you like to see that? Your cum dripping down my thighs at dinner, trying not to let my dad see? What if he found out I was pregnant? What would he do then?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jaehyun hisses. “Baby, I can’t. I’m going to cum.”

“Knock me up, Jae,” you giggle, pushing back against him. “Show everyone how filthy you are, getting a girl half your age pregnant with your child. What would Haerim think?”

He pushes deep inside you and cries out, shooting ribbons into your waiting womb. You smile deviously, pushing further back onto him so none of his cum would spill out. He’s still cumming after a minute, and his warmth fills your stomach.

You grin. “Had a lot to give me, didn’t you?”

He growls and leans down, nipping at your ear.

“I’m getting you pregnant while I’m here, you little minx.”

“Looking forward to it.”

[evanjinx]

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Blind Date by @sassypopstar [complete | teen and up audiences | 3.8k words]

Buck feels a little ridiculous dressed in a jacket and a shirt. But Maddie had insisted on him dressing up for the occasion and even Chimney had quipped that it’s the right thing to do. So Buck, who never went on a blind date before in his life, listened to his big sister and her boyfriend because apparently that’s who he is now. Or the one where Buck goes on a blind date with someone called Eddie.

Buckley's Bouquets by awashleyno [complete | teen and up audiences | 23.4k words]

A world where Buck owns a flower shop and manages to develop a huge, massive, ridiculous crush on a handsome firefighter that comes in for a visit one day. Or, 5 times Eddie gives flowers to other people and the 1 time he gives them to Buck.

Call It What You Will - Fate? Destiny? (A Tsunami) by @abow123456 [complete | mature | 20k words]

Evan Buckley's day of relaxation is cut short when a tsunami hits the beach he was relaxing at. He has to fight to keep himself and a lost little boy safe from the water, as well as anyone else he finds. After, he meets the boys father and family, and it causes a snowball effect of good things for him, for once.

Capuccino with extra, extra sugar by buckbng [complete | teen and up audiences | 2.7k words]

Buck is the cute barista and Eddie is the grinch that hates coffee. Until, he doesn't. Because if Buck says he looks like the kind of person that would love a cappuccino, who's Eddie to disagree with him? OR Eddie really doesn't like coffee but pretends he does just so he has an excuse to see the cute barista at the coffee shop.

Confirmation Bias by strifechaos [complete | mature | 31k words]

After the fallout with his ex-wife, Eddie believed he could only trust his family with his son. He hadn’t imagined falling for his son’s sweet-hearted nanny, Buck. With his own family so distant, Buck never considered that he’d be lucky enough to find a home for himself, let alone people he could count on. Not until he meets the Diaz boys. AU: Buck was never a firefighter, and becomes Christopher's sitter when Shannon's job takes her away from Eddie and Chris for the summer. Eddie tries to not fall for his son's nanny, he's not very successful.

dream of some epiphany by extasiswings [complete | mature | 7.3k words]

Evan Buckley is lost. It’s happenstance that he wanders into the navy recruiting center—he’s been in San Diego for a few weeks, bartending late nights and weekends, living in a house with three other guys not because he needs the roommates but because he doesn’t want to be alone, and the military is…respectable. Stable. So Buck thinks maybe and opens the door. Buck leaves ten minutes later with a set of printed instructions for sending his first letter, assured that he can drop it off whenever he’s ready, and a name. Staff Sergeant Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz.

Frequent Flyer by red_to_black [complete | mature | 13.4k words]

In his entire time being a firefighter, Eddie has never met anyone as accident-prone as Evan Buckley. And Buck - well, he's quickly becoming the 118's best customer. (Or - the one where Eddie is a firefighter, Buck isn't, and Eddie finds himself rescuing Buck from increasingly sticky situations. Sometimes literally.)

Gave me no messages, gave me no signs... by @reallysmartladymariecurie [complete | teen and up audiences | 7.4k words]

"Buck is beyond nervous, and he’s really trying to convince himself that the familiarity of the situation is not some sort of bad omen. Just because there are parallels of the start of his relationship with Eddie to that of his relationship with Abby doesn’t mean that this new adventure is destined to end in the same miserable fashion. He hopes it won’t, has to believe it won’t. Because even with Abby, he hadn’t fallen this hard for her before their first official date. With Eddie, everything is already intensified by a thousand." Or, Buck covers a shift for a firefighter at the 136 and it leads to a budding relationship through text messages.

Gotta Find My Corner (Of the Sky) by doctornineandthreequarters [complete | general audiences | 31.3k words]

It was the last day of 2016 and two lost souls found themselves in a quiet dive bar, as the loud noises of the city celebrating New Year’s Eve buzzed around them. Most people chose loud, flashy bars with DJs and entrance fees and promises of champagne for New Year’s Eve. But both occupants of the dive bar preferred the quiet. They both didn’t need the added chaos when everything around them already felt chaotic. --- Or, Buck and Eddie meet on New Year's Eve, 2016, a meeting that sets of a series of events that changes the trajectory of both of their lives.

I Didn't Know I Was Lonely 'Till I Saw Your Face by @hmslusitania [complete | general audiences | 10.4k words]

After the ladder truck and the blood clot and the tsunami, Bobby makes Buck go to therapy before he does something stupid (like sue the city). Buck's not totally comfortable being alone with a therapist, but fortunately he makes a friend and ally who's willing to help him out - Eddie Diaz from the 136 who's just been caught in an illegal fight club. OR Total strangers Buck and Eddie go to couple's therapy together to get out of the therapy requirements their captains have placed on them.

i want your midnights by allyasavedtheday [complete | teen and up audiences | 36.3k words]

In which Eddie decides to rent out his spare room to help with mortgage repayments right around the time Buck decides to move out of Abby's place after some not so gentle prodding from Maddie. It's a coincidence. Or serendipity. Or maybe just really good timing.

i wanna be know (by you) by @starlightbuck [complete | general audiences | 12.5k words]

“I didn’t mean to do it.” Hen glances down at Eddie’s phone then back up at him in disbelief.

“How do you ‘not mean’ to download a bunch of dating apps but still have them on your phone?”

Or  In which Eddie delves into the intimidating world of online dating.

if i got locked away (would you still love me the same?) by @firefighterhan [complete | general audiences | 3.7k words]

Buck gets accidentally thrown in jail after meddling in a fight outside of a grocery store. There, he meets an unexpected guest, famous music artist Eddie Diaz, who is being suspiciously quiet about how he ended up here in the first place.

if only in my dreams by @buttercupbuck [complete | general audiences | 5.4k words]

Years before Eddie joins the 118, Buck meets him at an airport bar on Christmas day.

in a week by @buttercupbuck [complete | explicit | 78.9k]

in which Eddie joins the U.S. Forest Service and in the meadows of California, finds the things he thought he lost and the things he thought he'd never have.

It Started With A Bang And A Hostage Situation by JayJay__884 [complete | general audiences | 6.6k words]

Buck goes to the store one late night to buy food because of Maddie's pregnancy cravings. Whilst at the store, Buck accidentally gets caught in the middle of a robbery and gets knocked out. After waking up in the backroom, Buck finds himself as a hostage with a handsome and caring stranger.

Leading with the Left by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels [complete | explicit | 84.7k]

When Buck said he was a "bartender" in "South America" what he actually meant was "stripper" in "Mexico." And when Eddie said, "What's your problem?" what he actually meant was, "Is this about the time you gave me a lap dance?" In other words, there's a few things the 118 doesn't know about Buck. Or Eddie. Or Buck and Eddie's relationship.

Lift me up by @captain--sif [complete | teen and up audiences | 5.5k words]

Buck gets stuck in his apartment building's broken elevator with his good-looking neighbor from the sixth floor.

Love and Bullets Both Shatter Hearts (But Only One Can Put You Back Together) by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels [complete | explicit | 11.2k words]

Agent [Redacted] Diaz is the best at what he does. Usually. But lately there's this real pain in the ass* who's been ruining his missions: Code Name "Buck."

*stupidly handsome and annoyingly talented rival spy

Mr. Buckley's After Hours Detention by aresaphrodites [complete | mature | 11.4k words]

It’s not like Eddie Diaz planned on this. Really, there was no scenario in his mind where he would ever be bringing his son’s teacher a freaking goody basket to class; a homemade goody basket, no less. Then again, Christopher has never had a teacher quite like Evan Buckley.

MukbangsWithBuck by @reallysmartladymariecurie [complete | teen and up audiences | 19.3k words]

After growing tired of eating alone in his loft, Buck decides to start a YouTube channel where he records himself eating dinner and telling stories about crazy things his team has encountered on calls. He eventually gains a substantial fanbase, and he is led to the channel of another LA firefighter who uploads informational videos and also casual vlogs with his ten-year-old son. It isn't long before the two start a friendship through messages, both of them secretly hoping it will turn into something more. Or, Eddie and Buck are both firefighters/YouTubers and they end up falling in love.

Objects in the Mirror by SevenSoulmates [complete | explicit | 139.1k words]

The voice had always been around, Eddie remembers it, like a stream of consciousness that babbled incoherently to the point where Eddie just tuned it out.  But then the voice started speaking directly to him. Conversing like he was a whole person standing right in front of him. Like he could see what was happening around Eddie. Eddie shook his head. No one was talking to him, and Eddie most certainly was not talking back. He wouldn’t talk to the boy in his head ever again. There was no boy in his head. 

Passive Aggressive Flirting by @starlingbite [complete | general audiences | 4.5k words]

Buck and Eddie have never met. They both work at the 118 but just on different shifts. That's all about to change when Buck finds a sticky note message, signed E.

String of hearts... by @reallysmartladymariecurie [complete | teen and up audiences | 11.1k words]

“Now. Eddie is this incredible presence. He’s funny and smoking hot, and he has a son who sounds wonderful. And he’s serious and vulnerable at times. But so enjoyable to be around, every single second that he’s there. And how can I put myself out there when the expectation is so high? When the thing I might lose is so beautiful?”

In which Buck owns a plant shop in LA, and Eddie becomes his new favorite customer. Pining ensues.

check out my post of buddie fics with dad!buck

[mhysa-leesi]

𝕄𝕣𝕤. 𝔸𝕝𝕝-𝔸𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers 𝒳 (femme) Reader ⭐.

Summary: “Steve Rogers deserves nothing less than an All-American Apple Pie Life, with his Miss America. And he’ll stop at nothing to have it.” 

Word Count: 3,472 

TW‼: Drugging, Kidnapping, Non-Con, Smut, Minor Stockholm Syndrome, Minor Misogynistic Themes, and 1940′s Housewife Themes. 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI‼

AN: This story contains adult and dark themes, please do not proceed if you are under the age of 18 or if ANY of these warnings upset you! I am not responsible for your media consumption–you and only you are. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 

AN Cont.:  If you or anyone you know has been a victim of sexual violence, please reach out for help. I do not condone ANY of the actions described in this story, this is merely a work of FICTION. 

Steve Rogers is a hero who’s sacrificed so much for the greater good of the world. He’s been fighting his entire life, a constant cycle of getting knocked down, just to get back up and do it all again the next day. A constant blur of black and blue, of broken bones, and bloodied knuckles. Steve didn’t complain too often, he enjoyed waking up every morning and saving the world. He was grateful for the life he led, a life of justice and liberty. So, why did he feel so unfulfilled? Unaccomplished? Incomplete?

Steve would catch himself daydreaming during briefings, dreaming of his childhood. He dreamt about Coney Island, about the smell of popcorn, and the sticky feel of melting popsicles on his fingers. He was stuck in the past and he knew it, maybe he truly was “The Man Out of Time”. He’d journal his thoughts, sketching his memories in charcoal and faded colors. Mostly he’d sketch faces of his past, but there has only been one face as of late that lived within the thick pages. (Y/N). The newest Avenger, his Miss America.

He found himself fantasizing about her with every gentle curve of his pencil, imagining it was his hands running over her hips and not his graphite. The front of his jeans tightened as he shaded her breasts, and he wondered if they were as soft and supple as he made them look on paper. He captured her eyes, adding that sparkle and depth that seemed to become her. Her hair, the unruly hairs, and the ones always perfectly in place. He colored her skin, his heart skipping as he imagined running his lips over the skin of her thighs. Her star-spangled leotard left little to the imagination, so Steve found other things to imagine. The sound of her moans and whimpers, how she’d look as he took her apart one lick and thrust at a time, and how she’d look with him dripping from in-between her legs.

Steve groaned as he threw down his pencil, running his graphite-stained hands over his face in frustration before closing his sketchbook with a soft thump. He needed a distraction--and a cold shower…

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Today was Lila, Clint’s daughter’s birthday, and all of the Avengers were invited to the festivities. Steve sat next to Bucky, both of them donning bright pink party hats with the words “Happy Birthday” on them in glitter swirls. Bucky was telling Steve about a girl he had recently met at some café or something--truth be told Steve wasn’t listening to his best friend. His attention was elsewhere, across the room, to be exact.

You were in a green tonal dress that perfectly complemented your skin tone, with puff sleeves and floral print. Steve was entranced as he watched you bounce baby Nathaniel on your hip. And he watched as the baby babbled and yanked your hair, making you laugh and wince as you handed him back to his mother. He knew at that moment what he had been missing, what he had been deprived of--what he had deserved after all this time. A family, a white-picket fence… You.

It all suddenly made sense as if he had just completed a puzzle he’d been working on since he woke up from the ice. That was what he wanted--no… It was what he needed, what he deserved. All of his life he had made sacrifice after sacrifice, the world owed him this one thing, and he’d have it. No matter the cost.

You were perfect. A nice girl with a strong head on your shoulders and a good heart, who better to start a life with? There was no question, you’d be his wife, the mother of his children. You’d see it in time, but he couldn’t wait for you. He was a man out of time, after all…

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It had been almost a month since his revelation, but it was all due in good time. He had made the arrangements, he had been meticulous in his planning. He made sure to get every single detail right, his and your future depended on his perfection. The trap had been set, now he just needed to go hunting for his prey.

You were just coming back from training with Natasha, your skin sheen with sweat and kissed with soft purple bruises from sparring with the Widow. You were laughing at something she had said, giving Steve a small wave before making your way to the communal fridge. He patiently watched as you grabbed your water bottle, your name written in sharpie with stickers on the front. He fidgeted as you took three big gulps, smacking your lips as water dribbled down your chin and onto your chest.

Steve watched as you made your way to your bedroom, he smiled as he noticed a slight stumble in your steps. The drug took faster than he had expected. He waited until he heard the click of the closing door, but it never came. Like a silent shadow, he crept down the hall to the threshold of your room. You were splayed out on the edge of your bed, legs dangling, and your hair a mess.

He couldn’t help himself. He nudged your arm for a response and nothing; you were out cold. A dangerous smirk crossed his face as he knelt down above you, his shadow consuming you in every delicious way possible. He touched your cheek, tracing down to your jaw, and up to your lips. They were so soft, so plump, and oh, so kissable. He tasted you then, molding his lips to yours in a one-sided dance. Steve shivered as he explored your unconscious body, he groped, squeezed, and tasted your salty skin.

He stopped himself. He only had three hours to move you, six tops if his hunch about you skipping breakfast that morning was right. So, he picked up your unconscious body and began the next steps to his plan…

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When you awoke your limbs were stiff and mind foggy. You stretched away the stiffness and rolled onto your side, blindly reaching for your bottle of water. When your hand failed to meet your nightstand, you froze. What the hell? Confused, you reached out again; telling yourself you just misjudged the distance. But when your hand once again met an empty space, you sat up with a start. You looked around the unfamiliar bedroom. The walls were striped, the floor a godawful floral carpet, and the bed had a wooden frame and a blue blanket tucked into the corners. You blinked, thinking that this room would magically melt into your bedroom at the Tower, and when it remained the same, you blinked again for good measure. You stood on shaky legs and looked around the room once more, disbelief clouding your better judgment. The bedroom looked straight out of a 1940’s catalog.

When the lock on the bedroom door jiggled, you whirled around with your fists raised to meet your captor. You were prepared to see a HYDRA Agent or some other villain with a vendetta against you. What you weren’t prepared for was Steve Rogers. He stood dressed in his old military uniform, his hair neatly combed, and his face clean-shaven.

“Steve? What’s going on?” you asked.

“What do you mean?”

What do I mean? “This,” you gesture wildly with your hands in disbelief, “Where are we?”

“Home,” he said calmly.

“Whose home?”

“Ours, honey,”

You narrowed your eyes at the man before you. This couldn’t be your Steve Rogers, this wasn’t your Captain or friend. This was… someone else. You took a tentative step forward, searching for an eerie glow to his blue eyes, for an explanation for his weird behavior. This had to be mind-control, some elaborate HYDRA plot to disarm the Avengers. This wasn’t Steve, right?

“Steve,” you said carefully, “this isn’t our home. We live at the Tower, remember? With Nat, Sam, and Bucky?”

Steve’s frown deepened as you continued to speak to him like an incompetent child, “No. This is our new home, (Y/N). I made it just for us.”

You nodded along as you slowly crept forward toward the door. He shyly stuffed his hands in his pockets as he continued speaking, confessing. When you were close enough, you bolted past him. But you weren’t faster than Steve Rogers. He caught you by the ponytail and threw you back into the bedroom on the floor, kicking the door shut behind him. You scrambled to your feet and into a defensive position as Steve made another grab for you. You twisted and threw a right hook to his jaw, the strength of your powered punch was enough to send him stumbling backward, but it wasn’t enough to win against him. The same serum that made him had made you, too. But you’d be a goddamn idiot to think that you were stronger than Steve Rogers.

You made another run for the exit, but you didn’t get very far as Steve caught you yet again by your ankle. You kicked, punched, scratched, and flailed as he overpowered you. The man straddled your wriggling form and placed his hands around your throat. Squeezing and squeezing until the oxygen caught in your throat and your limbs began to relax. Your arms and legs went lax as your vision began to dot and blacken. When you let out the last wisp of air from your lungs is when Steve released you. You wheezed and gasped like a fish out of the water as you struggled to breathe, to fill your lungs with oxygen once again. You massaged your throat and glared up at Steve who was straightening and dusting off his uniform.

“I’ll only tell you this once, (Y/N). If you disobey me, in any way shape, or form, you’ll be punished. Don’t make me repeat myself,” he warned, “Now, get cleaned up. Dinner is almost ready.”

He opened the closet and pulled out a baby blue dress with silver embroidered star details around the off-shoulder neckline, and set it on the bed before you. You sat on the floor, just silently glaring and snarling as he knelt down in front of you with a small velvet box and diamond ring in hand. He grabbed your left hand and went to place it on your ring finger, but before he could slide the diamond on your finger, you wrenched your hand away and cracked him across the cheek. The slap seemed to echo throughout the room as his jaw ticked in silent anger. Before you could react, Steve pulled his hand back and returned the slap. The impact sent your head whipping sharply to the side, and caused your eyes to water with prickling, unshed tears. Your cheek stung when you touched it.

“I told you, (Y/N),” he sighed, “You made me do that.”

“I didn’t make you do shit, Rogers,” you spit.

You flinched as he pointed an angry and threatening finger in your face, “Language.”

He left you then after reminding you of dinner. Alone in the bedroom, you scowled at the dress that seemed to mock you. You threw it onto the floor and stomped out of the room, fueled by anger and hatred.

You found him in the kitchen, knife in hand as he carved a glazed turkey. His smile dropped as he took in your dress-less form. You were still in your gym clothes from earlier. Steve’s nostrils flared as he set the knife down, he stared at the turkey before turning his gaze to you.

“You’re not wearing the dress,”

“No,” you said flatly.

“And why not?”

You scoffed at him, “Why do you think, Steve?”

He moved his head to the side as he grumbled something under his breath. His knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of the kitchen counter. You smirked triumphantly, you didn’t know why, but getting under his skin was satisfying. You weren’t going to make this easy for him, and you sure as hell wouldn’t be wearing that damn dress.

As if he had read your mind, he looked back at you with an ominous smile. He rounded the counter and stood in front of you, his large frame so much bigger than yours. In any other scenario, it would’ve been intimidating--having your Captain looming over you so threateningly. But right now, at this moment, you couldn’t care less. You wanted to piss him off, to knock him down off his pedestal. You’d be damned if you bent to his sick will.

Your eyes darted behind Steve to the counter where the knife waited for you. Before he could track your movements, you made a dive for it. Rolling over the island as you quickly readied the knife. You slashed and stabbed at Steve, growling in frustration as he effortlessly blocked and dodged all of your attacks. In one quick and fluid movement, Steve grabbed and twisted your wrist; forcing you to drop the knife. Your heart breaking with the loud clatter as it hits the floor.

Steve dragged you to the table by the back of your neck and slammed your cheek down onto the wood. Empty wine glasses and plates clattered with the impact. You grunted and kicked out your legs blindly, settling for a shin kick--anything. Steve slammed your head against the table once more as you continued to fight against him. He did it again, and again, and again until your vision blurred and your blood splattered against the polished wood. You weakly clawed at the plates and silverware around you, desperately trying to cling onto something. When your fingers wrapped around on a fork, you didn’t hesitate. You stabbed Steve’s thigh and summoned all of your remaining strength to throw him into the wall.

You fell back as you panted for breath, arming yourself with another piece of random cutlery. You threw a steak knife, missing him by just an inch. Steve growled as he dragged you by your kicking legs, hauling you up, just to slam you down onto the table once more. He held your face down as he growled in your ear.

“You have a lot of fight in you, (Y/N). Breaking you is going to be so much fun, honey,”

Slam.

“I’ll beat that spark out of you, if you make me, (Y/N). So why don’t you just be a good girl for me, hmm?”

Steve took hold of your neck once more as he guided you up the stairs and into the bedroom. He shoved you down onto the bed, and you landed on your stomach with a bounce. Your head was throbbing with an uncomfortable fog that settled over your thoughts. You murmured weakly in protest as Steve began to undress you. You felt the blood from your head drip down to your ear and down your neck.

Panic set your heart in motion as you felt him tug your leggings down your legs. Your brain and body kicked into a desperate overdrive as you writhed beneath him. You tried to shove him away, you summoned all of your super strength and thrashed, but you were simply no match for him--you were utterly powerless and at his mercy. His hands explored your thighs, dipping between them and squeezing that soft, supple inner skin. You scrambled to your knees, inadvertently pressing and grinding your ass to his front. He groaned as he moved his hands to your hips, angling them up as he ground down onto you with a silent promise of what was to come.

His hand dipped down and he held his prize within his hand. He groped and you grunted as you clawed blindly at his forearms, grabbing his wrists as he yanked down your cotton panties past your knees. You screamed as he shoved his fingers inside you, forcing his knuckles past your folds. You kicked and cursed him, hoping your struggle would be enough for him to let you go. You screamed louder than you had ever screamed before, so loud your head ached and lungs burned. With an annoyed grunt, Steve wrapped his thick arm around your neck in a chokehold to shut you up. You babbled breathlessly as you slapped at his arm.

“Steve,” you choked, “Please…”

He gave you one last strong warning squeeze before letting you fall flat on your back, coughing and gasping for breath.

“All you had to do was be good for me, (Y/N). I told you, bad girls get punished,”

He withdrew as he undid his fly. You swallowed thickly, wincing as your throat burned from his assault. You grabbed at his wrists, but he just batted your weak hands away as he held you down with one hand. The other gripping his thick, swollen length. You saw the muscles of his stomach tighten as he parted your legs. His grip on the back of your knees was bruising as he held them apart, lining himself up to your entrance. You tried once more to shimmy away, but he had you where he wanted you; vulnerable and open to him. He bent over you, his eyes black with lust, as he invited himself inside of you. He pushed himself inside, agonizingly slow, inch by inch, just relishing in the grip of you. You were too dry, too unwelcoming, but it didn’t matter to him. You were perfect, warm, and tight. He moaned then, as he forced himself deeper into you, pushing and pushing until his pelvis touched yours.

“Steve, please,” you sobbed, “please, stop…”

He shushed your pleas as his face scrunched in pleasure with every shallow thrust. You gritted your teeth to keep yourself silent, you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. But he didn’t seem to notice as he tilted your hips up, finding his own slow, steady rhythm as he fucked into you. He cupped your face and forced his lips onto yours, his tongue swiping and exploring your mouth. You slapped at his head, but he never relented, never pulled back from his searing kiss. He moaned into your mouth as his hips skipped a beat. You took that opportunity, the falter of his hips, to bite down on his tongue. Then, did he finally relent.

He pulled away from you, his hips stilling inside of you. He carefully touched his tender tongue, scowling as he pulled away bloodied fingers. Steve drew back his hand and slapped you across the face. The smack of flesh striking flesh echoed throughout the room. You sneered at him and he frowned in disappointment before cracking you once more. You yelped as he held you down by your neck. Steve had found a new rhythm, and it was relentless. His tempo was fast, and he made sure to never miss a beat as he hammered into your abused cunt. He put pressure on your throat, but not enough to send you into a pool of cold unconsciousness. No… he wanted you awake for this, lucid, and remembering.

His groans and moans grew louder, duetting with the lewd notes of your squelching pussy and his skin slapping against yours. The repulsive symphony he had conducted finally reached its ungodly climax. You sobbed as you felt his warmth flood within you, as he shamelessly emptied himself deep inside of you. He sat back on his haunches, gently pulling himself from your wet grip. Your body instantly curled in on itself, shielding you from the man before you. The man you had once admired. You lay there, just shaking, whether it was from shock or anger, you didn’t know.

You felt as he dropped the baby blue dress with the silver embroidered stars next to you. You sniffled as you looked at the dress in defeat, silently dressing in the blue cotton. When you were dressed, Steve helped you to your feet, holding you against his chest as he gently swayed you. He caressed your head, embracing you gently as if he hadn’t just used your body, as if he was your sweet and loving husband, as if this was normal.

“Dinner is probably cold by now,” he sighed, “It’s okay, though. You can try again tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” your voice was smaller now, weaker, afraid.

He hummed, “It’s a wife’s duty to cook and care for her husband, (Y/N). I think I’d like meatloaf for dinner, and apple pie for dessert. What do you think, honey?”

You hesitated, you wanted to spit at him, to curse, to smack, punch, and kick, but your body was frozen against his. When you didn’t reply, his grip on you tightened threateningly, making you flinch.

“Yes, that sounds good, Steve,” you whispered. He kissed your head as he gently swayed you, his warm release slowly dripping down your shaking legs.

[hispipsqueak]

Hunger

Beel x F!Reader NSFW

Synopsis: After a chaotic week at the House of Lamentation, you need a night out and your favorite demon is there to accompany you in more ways than one.

A/N: Hello! Here’s another smut of my favorite demon brother. I just really like Beel and so this is some v self-indulgent content. As always, likes and shares are mighty appreciated <3 Also there is a mention of Beel lifting the reader up during this. I HC all the brothers as extremely inhumanly strong and big so they could EASILY lift anyone up regardless of size. I know some people may get uncomfortable with that, but we are inclusive in these parts.

Tags/TW: unprotected sex, drunk/tipsy sex, distracted driving, rough sex, demon sex, drinking, creampie, slight cumflation?

You woke up to the sound of fighting outside your door. 

  “Mammon, I know you took it. That’s LIMITED EDITION Ruri-chan merch, you scum!”

“I didn’t take ANYTHING! Why ya’ always accusin’ me?”

“Are you two going to keep fighting? I’m trying to get beauty sleep! I require at least 9 hours for my youthful complexion!”

“Ridiculous.”

“HEY! Don’t do that!”

“Tell him to give it back!”

“Or what?”

You grabbed your pillow and pressed it against your face. Living with the demons was an...experience, to say the least. You could still make out the muffled voices even through the soft fabric and let out a low groan. You threw open the door.

“Mammon, stop being an ass and give the figure back. Levi, keep your door locked. Asmo, your complexion is fine. SHUT UP.”

The boys stopped yelling and looked at you. It was rare for you to yell at them, but you were TIRED. They had kept you up half the night with pointless arguments and texts asking you to be on their side and you were exhausted from it.

Mammon was the first to speak.

“Yeah, you heard her. You guys keep trying to start fights and it’s exhausting the poor human.” He threw his arm around you, and you groaned. 

“You know what? You clearly don’t listen to me. It’s fine. But you’re gonna regret it. I can’t be so stressed all the time with this. I’m going out tonight. AND I DON���T WANT ANY OF YOU TO JOIN ME!”

Lucifer appeared out of nowhere and glared at you.

“That’s impossible. You know it’s too dangerous for a human to go out by themselves here. I’ll go with you.”

His stare was piercing into your soul, but you stood your ground. You fought the shakiness in your voice.

“No. I made it very clear. I do not want any of you to join me. Respect my decision.”

An audible gasp came from one of the boys. No one stood up to Lucifer. Sure Satan and Belphie argued with him, but coming from you? This was going to be interesting.

“You are not leaving this house without a chaperone. Now you can either stay in, or I will accompany you.”

You narrowed your eyes. And then an idea in the shape of an orange haired demon boy came walking down the hall.

“Fine. I’ll take Beel.”

The rest of the brothers began to protest.

“I’ll go!”

“No, me. She’s my human!”

“Seriously?? Beel?”

“ENOUGH.” Lucifer bellowed, silencing everyone. Before he could continue, you interjected.

“Beel will you go with me to The Fall tonight?”

Beel looked up from his bag of chips. His lack of situational awareness when he was focused on food was astonishing really.

“Of course MC, and we can grab dinner after too.”

You cocked your head at Lucifer.

“Then it’s settled.”

And with that, you turned back into your room and slammed the door.

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The night couldn’t come fast enough. You had been ignoring texts and knocks on your door all day from the rest of the brothers and you were ready to go drink, dance, and flirt the night away.

You didn’t expect Beel to do much of either but he was good company and you know he would get the best food in town. As you finished applying your makeup, you heard a knock at the door. Beel’s deep voice rang out.

“You ready, MC?”

You took another look in the mirror. Your black dress accented every curve of your body. The halter top showed off your shoulders and the keyhole cut showed off your cleavage. Your hair was loosely tousled and you spritzed a bit of perfume over yourself before heading to the door. 

“Yeah I’m—” Your voice caught in your throat.

Beel, the goofy, relaxed guy cleaned up WELL. He had a dark leather jacket over a white v-neck that accentuated his muscular figure. He had a few silver chains layered around his neck and a couple silver rings on his hands. He was wearing dark jeans and black boots and...fuck...he looked HOT.

You always knew Beel was attractive, but this...this was new. You had half a mind to cancel the night and drag him into your bed.

You turned away, to grab your handbag and hide your heated face and Beel took the opportunity to stare at you. He had always found you gorgeous, but knowing he was the lucky guy accompanying you to the club had him feeling some type of way. HIs eyes roamed your body and locked on every inch of skin exposed. He could feel his body heat up and when you finally had grabbed your stuff, he prayed you wouldn’t notice his apparent blush.

The two of you headed to his car, a shiny black Ferrari, and he opened the door to let you in the passenger seat. You could tell he had cleaned it, since the usual bed of snack wrappers that adorned the interior were gone. You smiled at the gesture and he waited until you were situated before closing the door and getting in on his side. 

As he drove to the Fall, you admired him. His body was massive and built and his hands, god his hands, looked so good gripping the wheel. You imagined what they would feel like wrapped around your neck or clutching the sheets —

“...I really think it would be cool!”

You blinked. 

“Sorry, I completely spaced out. What?”

He glanced at you and chuckled.

“You look like you’re thinking a lot about something. What’s up?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m just happy I get to have fun tonight.” You shot him a smile.

Beel blushed. “I’m happy I get to hang out with you.”

He pulled into the parking space and opened your door for you. As the two of you walked towards the entrance of the club, he could see a few demons checking you out. He pulled you close to him and wrapped his hand around your waist, before throwing them a dark look.

Your mind reeled. You pressed into him and could smell the spicy scent of his cologne. You hoped the dimness of the club and the thumping music hid how much your heart was beating. You flagged down a waitress for a shot of something and handed one to Beel. The two of you toasted before downing the glasses.

The sweet liquid electrified you and you could feel your body loosen. You looked at Beel to see him licking his lips. He grabbed two more glasses from a passing waiter and passed one to you. Another clink of the shot glasses and this time the drink was rich and fiery as it slid down your throat. As the two of you polished off more drinks, you began to feel restless.

You tugged on his hand, emboldened by the alcohol.

“Dance with me.”

He nodded and let you pull him into the sea of moving bodies.

You pressed yourself against him with your back to his chest. His hands were wrapped around you, gently but firmly pulling you into him. The bass drummed in your body and you threw your head back into him. The combination of alcohol and the crowd, not to mention his fingers sliding down your thighs made your body heat up and you felt so good. 

Beel leaned into you, tilting his head down. His breath tickled your ear, as his low voice whispered. 

“How do you feel, cupcake?”

“Good, so good.” you breathed out, not even sure if he heard you. He must have though, because he twirled you so you were facing him. You looked up at him through your eyelashes. His skin was flushed and he had a cute smirk on his lips. The flashing club lights cast a hazy neon glow behind him. Before you could stop yourself, you pressed your lips against his.

His mouth tasted sweet and warm. He deepened the kiss as his hands ran down your back, gripping at your ass. Your tongues danced in each other’s mouths and you dug your nails into his shirt, feeling the hard muscles underneath. You could feel his excitement press against your thigh through his jeans and you let out a soft moan into his mouth. 

Beel let out a pained groan. 

“I need you, right now.” he whispered into your neck, pressing hungry kisses down.

“Not here. Home.” you gasped out. While you weren’t against fucking in the club bathroom, Beel was the largest demon there and it would be plainly obvious if you tried to sneak in with each other.

He nodded and pulled your hand as you headed out of the building. You made your way to his car while he continued to kiss and suck on every bit of exposed skin. He pushed you up against the door of the black car and kissed you eagerly.

“Fuck...cupcake, you’re so delicious. Need more of you.”

You moaned. It was taking all of your willpower to not let him bend you over the hood of his car, but you resisted. 

“Take us home and then show me how much you need me.” You whispered into his neck, before leaving a soft kiss. 

As Beel drove, his other hand was gripping your thigh, dangerously close to your heat. You leaned over and kissed down his neck, leaving soft bites on the sensitive skin. He let out a low grunt, and slid his hand up your dress, running a thick finger across your clothed pussy. You were soaked and he could feel your arousal through the thin fabric.

You grinded against his hand, craving any bit of stimulation from him. He pressed his fingers against you, teasing your slit through your clothes. 

The car slowed in front of the House of Lamentation and he pulled his hand away. He turned to you and whispered.

“We have to be quiet.”

The two of you stumbled into the house, looking around for any of the other occupants. It was dark and silent. Beel pushed you against the heavy front door and kissed you deeply. You wrapped your hands around his shoulders as he lifted you up with your back against the door. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he continued kissing your lips, trailing down your neck and shoulders.

“Beel we should go. Someone might see us!” You breathed out, half delirious from how good his mouth felt on you.

“Good. I want them to know you’re mine.” he growled into your skin, leaving what was sure to be dark marks to explain away later.

“Lucifer will kill us.” You giggled, though your resolve was crumbling away with every kiss. Beel grunted, and then pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours. His amethyst eyes sparkled from the moonlight.

“Yeah, actually that is a pretty scary thought. Let’s go to your room.”

The two of you crept to your door, being extra cautious when you passed each brother’s room. As soon as you clicked the lock, Beel picked you up and easily tossed you onto the plush bedsheets. 

“Finally.” He growled, before pushing up your dress and pressing hot kisses against your thighs. You let out a soft whimper. He tugged at the thin lacy material covering you and you felt him smirk against you.

“So pretty.”

He slowly dragged them down and pressed his mouth against your folds. His tongue flattened and lapped at your cunt, eliciting a loud moan from you. He circled your clit with his tongue, before sucking it into his mouth. You clawed at the sheets. 

“Fuck...Beel please! Need you.”

He continued his delicious assault on your body, pressing his tongue inside you.

“You taste so good. Please cum in my mouth. Wan’ taste you” He mumbled into your pussy. You writhed against his mouth and you could feel your thighs tense up and attempt to close on him. He gripped into the soft flesh of them and forced your legs apart while he continued, pushing you closer to your release.

“Fuck...Beel! I’m gonna–”, was all you could muster before you felt the rush of your orgasm hit you. He groaned into your cunt as he guzzled you down.  Your eyes fluttered and you tried to push his head away.

“No...mine...so good.” He moaned hungrily. Your body shook against him.

“S’ sensitive, please…” you begged. Beel was the avatar of gluttony and you knew he could spend days between your thighs but you wanted him, all of him.

He pulled away, his face wet with your juices. His eyes were hazy and unfocused and he looked drunk on you. He pulled off his shirt and jeans before pushing you back into the soft bed. You took this moment to take a look at his cock and your eyes widened. Before you could panic, he was on top of you. His silver chains dangled off his neck as he towered over you and his hands held your wrists above your head. You gazed up at him and your breath hitched as he lined his cock up with your entrance. Beel was BIG and you knew it was going to be a tight squeeze. Sensing your hesitation, he pressed a kiss to your lips.

“I’ll go slow and tell me if you need me to stop.” He looked at you waiting for confirmation. You nodded and bit your lip.

“Please…” you whispered and he pushed into you.

The stretch was intense and your eyes watered as he eased himself into you. But quickly the pain morphed into an intense pleasure. You felt every vein of his cock press against your walls and he stilled. 

“You okay, cupcake?” 

You nodded, and he pulled slightly out before slowly rocking back into you. You felt so full and started to buck your hips against him. He started fucking into you faster and you cried out as his cock hit the most pleasurable spots inside you.

“Fuck...fuck...fuck. So good! Feel’s so fucking good.” you moaned out as Beel slammed into you. You opened your eyes and noticed Beel had transformed into his demon form. His horns glinted in the light that streamed in from your window and your eyes rolled back. 

“So good. Squeezing me so tight...I wanted this so long. Let me claim you, MC. Make you mine.” Beel grunted as he fucked you into the mattress. You could feel his claws dig into the skin around your wrist and you squeezed your legs around him, pressing him closer into you.

“Yes...I’m yours! Please...fuck me, use me. I need you so goddamn bad!” you wailed, feeling your second orgasm of the night rapidly approach you. He kissed you hard and you tasted the desire on his tongue as you thrashed under him. You could feel the soft walls of your cunt clenching tighter against his cock and every cell in your body was on the edge of explosion. You felt stars dance behind your eyes and you gripped at his biceps, dragging your nails down across the lightly tanned skin.

“I’m gonna–gonna…” Beel grunted, his thrusts getting sloppier and faster. His breath was ragged and he pushed his cock as deep as he could. 

Your pussy clamped down around his cock and you arched your back from the sheets as you gushed around him. Beel’s eyes rolled back and he groaned as he shot his cum deep inside you. You could feel his hot cum spurt into your cunt and he gripped your shoulders tightly as he rode out his release. He slowly pulled out of you, before using two fingers to scoop the dripping cum back into your hole.

“So good. So full.” He mumbled. You looked down and could see the slight bulge from the amount of cum he had filled you with. You laid back down and sighed in satisfaction.

“Fuck that was amazing.” you whispered, suddenly aware of how loud the two of you had been.

He got up and pulled you against his chest, running his fingers through your hair.

“It really was. I wanna do that again.” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your head. You giggled and buried deeper in his chest.

“Maybe not tonight, but yes we will definitely do that again.” you mumbled into him, smiling as your eyes started to close. Before the both of you drifted off to sleep, your eyes widened.

“Beel!” you whispered, startling him awake, “We never got dinner!”

It was silent for a moment before the two of you burst into laughter. Beel grinned before softly speaking.

“It’s strange MC. When I’m with you, I don’t feel as hungry. It’s like another part of me is full.”

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. A soft smile danced on your lips and you kissed him, pouring as much love into the kiss as possible. You pulled away and buried yourself into the crook of his neck, and as your breath slowed and you fell deeper into sleep, Beel wrapped himself around you and let himself rest.

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I still think about you

- Matsuno Chifuyu x Reader

- SFW

It's 3 a.m when the pounding on the entrance door jolts you awake. You're staying at your sister's house for the night, so she can help you get ready in the morning.

The morning of your wedding.

The pounding becomes even louder.

What in tarnation?

You slowly open your bedroom's door, peeking quietly into the hallway. There's no trace of your sister, even tho the noise would probably wake up anyone with ears. You tiptoe to her room and find the door slightly ajar, with no sign of her inside.

Suspicious, to say the least.

The pounding seems to come to a stop when you're finally in front of the door, torn in between opening to a complete and clearly upset stranger in the middle of the night, or just run back stairs and lock yourself into your room, until your sister decides to show up.

Or maybe it's her.

Why is she not in the appartment anyway?

You clear your throat, but your words still come out shaky "Hello?"

"It's me" you know who me is even before the voice says the name "Chifuyu"

Chifuyu.

Matsuno Chifuyu.

Your ex-boyfriend.

Your first love.

That Chifuyu.

On the night before your wedding.

"Ahm... go away there's no one here" you say, cursing yourself almost instantly.

You can hear him chuckle on the other side, his laughter followed but a few more gentle knocks on the door.

"Please let me in" he pleads, and you hear a thud on the wood, and imagine his head falling against it "Please"

"I don't know if you understand this" you start, looking down at your bare feets "But it's the middle of the night and I haven't seen you in a couple of years" you stop, waiting to see if he wants to add something to the list of reasons why opening the door to your ex is not a good idea. He stays silent "And I'm getting married tomorrow too"

He clicks his tongue at that, and resumes his pounding on the door "Open up! Come on!"

"Stop it! You'll wake the neighbors!" you complain, biting your nails and getting more and more nervous by the second.

"Then open up!"

Against what you know it's your better judgement, and that voice in your head that tells you that opening the door of an appartment that it's not even yours in the middle of the night it's not the right thing to do— much less to the ex you're not even sure you got over already—, you yank the door open to find Chifuyu with his fist raised mid air.

You take in his appearance. He looks like a complete and utter mess, and that's coming from you, who has seen him at his worst. His hair is wild, as if he had been pulling at it. Dark circles form under his eyes, and he's sweating bullets.

And his look.

His eyes are trained on your face, wide and focused.

"You're not supposed to be here" you whisper, taking a step back when he takes one towards you, stopping inches from entering the house. "And how did you even knew I was here?"

"I knew you wouldn't be in your boyfriend's big mansion" his eyes never leaving your face, he crosses his arms over his chest.

He's trembling.

"Really? How so?"

"Well..." he trails "The bride isn't supposed to see the groom the day before the ceremony, right?"

"No... that's not like that. It's about the dress. You see..." you pause, squinting your eyes at him "Never mind. Please tell me what you want so you can leave"

"I want you"

You falter, and he takes that as an opportunity to finally come inside and close the door behind him.

"What did you just said?"

"I said I want you. I've always wanted you, really. You know that" he explains, quickly and out of breath, as if he's trying to say everything he has on his chest before you kick him out "It's always been you. Always. And it will never be someone else"

"I'm getting married!" you scream, mouth open in shock "Married! Tomorrow! You know this! Are you insane?"

His eyes snap back to you, and he lets his arms fall to his sides, clenching his fists "I had to come and see you! I couldn't just let you go like this!"

"You let me go ages ago! With the constant fights, and the shady business! All of those times when I begged you to stop, you never listened! So why should I listen to you now? Why?"

His answer is a searing kiss that has you stumbling back, with only his arms to keep you in place. You mewl, touch starved by his touch and his touch only, and all the memories of the nights and the kisses and every moment you spent in his embrace comes rushing down to you, so you have to hold on tight to his shirt, closing your eyes and losing yourself on the feeling of his tongue caressing your lips and asking for entrance.

"Just tell me you don't think about me" he whispers fervently against your mouth after you break apart for air, and you bring your hands up to push away the locks of hair that cover his eyes because you need to see that blue again, staring into your soul "Because I bet you do"

"Chifuyu..."

"Just tell me that you'd rather spend the rest of your life in that big scary mansion, surrounded by people you don't know and lounging around in expensive sofas and beds, than just running away with me right here right now"

You gulp, feeling sudden tears rushing to your eyes. He notices, and kisses your eyelids to swallow them up. "We can't just... I can't just run away with you the night before my wedding. I haven't seen you in forever and ... we had so many issues and so many problems...!"

He takes your head in both of his hands, forcing you to keep your gaze on him.

There's tears in his eyes too.

"I own a Pet Shop. I can't buy you fancy clothes and we won't drink champagne every night, but it's still me, and I know it's still you, and I've spent the last couple of years wondering how could I let you go and I didn't came up with an answer... so here I am. Coming back to the only real place I've ever been" he breaths in, laughing at how you smile when he does— a bubbly, watery laugh "So yes, we haven't been together for a long time and you're going to get married tomorrow, but if you just come with me, it'll be like we were never apart"

You place both of your hands on top of his, eyes taking on everything that still looks familiar to you— his big eyes, his smile, his messy undercut and how his cheeks turn pink.

"Please"

You launch to his arms, openly crying now on his shoulder. It's hard, butm maybe you always knew you wouldn't be happy settling for someone else, no matter the kind of life you could have.

"Chifuyu, you're lucky I love animals"

The next day, you find out your sister knew about him coming, and decided to leave the apartment so the both of you could have your reunion.

You sell your wedding dress and buy a cheap couch for your shared appartment instead.

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[bi-bard]

But I Hope I'm One Tough Act to Follow - Diana Prince Imagine (Wonder Woman)

Title: But I Hope I'm One Tough Act to Follow

Pairing: Diana Prince X Reader

Song: Tough Act

Word Count: 720 words

Warning(s): violence, death, a lot of saddness

Summary: A stranger shows up on Diana's doorstep asking for a story that she never thought she'd get to tell.

Author's Note: This one was a big oof... and probably goes the farthest off track of the lyrics out of all of these imagines.

Here we go! Last story, last page! Hell yeah!

After this post, I may be stepping back for a while. I'm gonna get started on my next big project.

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"Diana!"

I fell to the ground and covered myself as an explosion went off next to me.

Diana pulled me up with her and pulled me behind her.

"What are you doing out here," she asked.

"People needed help! I was helping them to safety!"

"Get yourself to safety," Diana pushed me ahead of her towards a house that hadn't been destroyed.

"But what if-"

"Please," she grabbed my shoulders. "I don't want to lose you."

I relented, running into the house.

I tried to barricade the entrance as much as possible. I locked the doors and windows, pushed some pieces of furniture in front of the doors. I slowly slid back into the corner.

The constant noises outside made me curl into an even tighter ball. The screams and explosions and the crumbling of buildings. It was terrifying.

I don't know when the house I was in was hit. I just know that I tried to run when I heard the ceiling crumble.

I barely felt everything hit me at first. It was more shock than anything. I tried to push the rubble off of me, but it was all too heavy. The fighting was over, but I was stuck.

I soon accepted that I was going to die no matter what happened here.

"(Y/n)!"

I reached out for Diana as soon as I heard her voice.

"No," she said, running over to help me.

She grabbed the rubble, attempting to lift it off of me.

"You know that even if you get this off of me, I'll still be crushed," I muttered. "I'll still bleed out. No one would be able to get here fast enough."

"That doesn't mean I can't try," she groaned.

"Diana," I said. "Diana, please. I don't want to go out watching you struggle."

"I'm going to save you."

"Diana, please," I begged again.

She knelt next to me, holding my hand.

"Thank you," I mumbled. "For everything. I can't imagine my life without you in it."

She gave me a sad smile, tears falling down her face.

"I... I love you," I said, clinging to her hand a little tighter.

"I love you too," Diana replied. "So much. I'll never forget you. I promise."

Once that passed through her lips, I felt at peace. I leaned back and relaxed, closing my eyes slowly.

All I could do was wait.

--Third Person P.O.V--

Diana walked to (Y/n)'s home after the events of the day had unfolded. She let out a sob as she crossed the threshold into the main room.

She walked through the entire house. She went through what (Y/n) had. How much they had held onto through the years. Clothes and art and anything that reminded them of something important.

The biggest discovery was in (Y/n)'s study.

There was a stack of journals throughout the room.

As she traced the spines with her finger, Diana felt like it was a sign.

Diana may not be able to ever truly move on from (Y/n) and what had been stolen from the two of them, but there was something that could help with the pain.

The best way to keep a hold on (Y/n)'s memory.

Get the work published that (Y/n) never got to publish.

She smiled a little bit. This was it. The perfect idea.

--time skip--

Diana was snapped out of her zoned-out trance when she heard a knock on her door.

When she pulled the door open, she almost jumped.

It was like seeing a ghost.

The same hair, the same eyes, the same face.

"Hi, are you Diana Prince," the person asked.

"Yeah," she nodded. "Can I help you?"

"I think you knew one of my relatives," the person explained. "Or knew of them. (Y/n) (Y/l/n)?"

Diana couldn't help the sad smile that crossed her lips. She missed (Y/n). Every day.

"I'm (Y/n)'s great-niece."

"Come in," Diana said, motioning the stranger to walk in.

She grabbed both of them a bottle of water and nodded at one of the seats in the main room. They sat down across from Diana.

"What do you want to know about (Y/n)," Diana asked.

"Why did you publish their work," they started. "Why did they trust you to do that?"

Diana nodded and shifted in her seat.

"Well, I knew (Y/n) for many years..."

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Serene | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: Five’s wife has a room in their apartment for her own safe keeping. But Diego’s daughter accidentally reveals her biggest secret.

Her scent was heavenly—a beautiful desired mix of coffee, chocolate, and old books. Waking up beside her was like waking up in a coffee shop during sunrise. Her scent resembled her nature and her personality to a tea.

She was calm, collective, resourceful, and quiet. Much different than he himself. Number Five was just as innovative as her. But he found himself more different than similar. He often acted upon impulse and unable to rest. To his siblings, they were bewildered at how the two of them spent a multitude of years together in an apocalypse.

Nevertheless, opposites attract.

Regardless, she didn’t speak up. Instead, she hid in a corner with a book agreeing with the other person instead of saying her point of view. She hated conflict more than anything. Five, on the other hand, would only make conflict when necessary. He always stood up for himself and his opinions.

It was a communication issue they both had to solve. While in the apocalypse, she didn’t speak for the first month. He was lucky if he even got some form of communication other than a nod or a shake of the head. Eventually, he learned her name was Y/n. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. She looked like her name.

She moved so delicately and smoothly it drove Five crazy. This woman he met was so opposite to him it drove him up the wall. The conflict between the two usually ended up in her quietly leaving the shared apartment and returning later than expected. Which left Five to pull at the tuffs of his brown hair in frustration.

Five overthought everything. This woman was the light of his life, but she couldn’t deal with conflict to save her life, and it made him wonder. Maybe she went through a dark time before the apocalypse. Perhaps the scars on her arms weren’t from accidental burns on the fire. He paced in their main room for hours. It seemed before a knock on the door caught his attention.

The boy opened the door to see his brother, “ Hey, Diego. “

“ Um, hey, Five. “ Regardless of Diego’s nervous greeting, Five gave a reassuring smile, “ Artemis wanted to know if she could stay here for the time being while I’m at work. “

The little girl was Y/n’s pride and joy. The two were so highly similar. Even Artemis found herself cowering at Five sometimes. Five was just a ticking time bomb no one ever knew when it would explode, and it made people nervous. Henceforth Diego was hoping Y/n would answer the door with her soothing nature.

“ Yeah, she can stay here for as long as she wants. “ Five replied softly, looking at the ten-year-old girl, “ Is Y/n here? “ Diego queried.

Five shook his head, “ She went out. I’m sure she’ll be back later. “

“ Alright, well, thank you for taking care of her. “ Diego sighed as Artemis went inside Five’s apartment, “ It’s no problem. “

Diego gave another nervous smile and walked away. The brunet male shut the door and locked it afterward. The little girl never really got along with Five. He didn’t know what to do. Children didn’t mix well with Five, especially an introverted, antisocial ten-year-old girl.

Artemis was gorgeous for her age. Long brown hair that resembled Vanya’s at her age with bangs across her forehead. Striking blue eyes like no other. A pale complexion compared to Diego’s naturally tan one. Her name was almost a contradiction to who she was. This little girl was no independent, strong, brave goddess. Instead, she was intelligent, quiet, and careful.

There was one room in the apartment Y/n didn’t really let anyone into. It was the ‘spare’ bedroom that wasn’t really a bedroom anymore. Five had only been in there a handful of times. It was known as her safe space, so Five respected that. But Artemis seemed to walk right inside. To say it made Five uneasy was an understatement. He didn’t know if she was allowed inside or not.

Five walked into the room and was greeted with bookshelves. It looked much different than the last time he saw it. The room wasn’t huge, maybe the average size of a square bedroom. Black bookshelves covered the walls with a desk sitting in the middle of the room planted on a rug. The only wall space not covered was a window with a tiny navy blue couch placed in front of it.

That’s where Artemis sat with a book in hand; she giggled at her uncle’s lost complexion, “ You haven’t been in here before, have you? “

“ I- I haven’t been in here a lot. “ Five replied in awe of the room, “ Aunt Y/n says she doesn’t let a lot of people in here. “ Artemis’ voice was soft and serene.

“ Yeah, it’s been a couple of months since I’ve been allowed in this room. “ He reminisced, “ Is this where you two talk? “

Artemis nodded, “ We talk a lot in here. This is where she works, and she shows me all her drafts. “

“ She works in here? “ Five queried, completely baffled, “ Mhm! You didn’t know? “ The young girl asked.

“ No, I- I didn’t know. “ He muttered, “ She’s not just an English teacher. She writes books in her spare time. “ Artemis smiled.

“ She does? “ Five spoke, “ Like how Vanya wrote her autobiography? “

“ Kind of. “ Artemis answered, “ She writes fiction novels. “

Five spun around the room, “ Can you show me? “

The young girl didn’t reply. Instead, she looked at Y/n’s desk sitting in the middle of the room. Under the rug laid a key which she picked up. Carefully she unlocked the bottom drawer on the left side of the desk, which held multiple different notebooks full of drafts and notes.

Artemis picked up a navy blue-bound notebook and handed it to him, “ This is her most recent stuff. “

Shocked and astonished at what his wife was hiding from him, he took the navy blue book. He took a spot on the rug sitting next to the open drawer while Artemis went back to reading on the couch. Her handwriting was elegant cursive that she taught herself how to do. The notebook was as messy as Five’s lesson plans for his college students. Nonetheless, he read on.

Life is a journey and full of different surprises. People from all around the world meet in the center for one leading cause. What occurs when tomorrow doesn’t happen? What is indeed on the other side? People tend to believe there’s an afterlife. Others think that it’s game over.

Brooklyn James takes a path into the unknown. A scared adolescent. She takes a brave step to find the answers for everyone. But at what cost? Prophecies advise and warn. People intrigued and fascinated.

When happens when both ends meet?

Five sat on the floor, entranced in her writing. He couldn’t believe his eyes. How has he never seen this before? How was she doing this without him noticing? Eventually, he closed the book and looked inside the drawer. Inside was an envelope with his name on it. Curiosity peaked, he took the envelope and opened it. Inside he found more writings, but all addressed to him. It even went back to the apocalypse.

It’s been about a month now. I was able to find some parchment and ink in an old book store. I can imagine they were selling for the aesthetic of old ways of writing. Thankfully I learned how to write with a quill, or perhaps this note would look like one big black blob. Five seems to be adjusting to me better. I’m scared of him. He’s terrifying.

We’re so different it hurts. He likes to express everything, and I don’t know how to feel about it. My entire life, I’ve been shut down to the point where talking feels like a fruitless effort. Maybe talking to him will help me. But I’m scared. What if he shuts me out as everyone else did.

This is so surreal. We’re stuck in an apocalyptic future—stupid healing powers. I wish I never healed myself sometimes. I didn’t know that after climbing out of my burnt house, this is what the world would look like. Five’s been a great help, though. Sometimes he takes my mind off things. At night he’ll ramble about the constellations, and I like learning about them.

Maybe he thinks I’m asleep or not listening because I don’t talk much, but I’ve learned a lot from him. He makes me want to be a teacher, step out of my comfort zone. I hope he becomes a teacher. He’d be a fantastic math professor.

He continued to read through until a voice made him jump, “ So, you’ve found my locked drawer. “

“ I- I didn’t- I didn’t mean- “ Five suddenly became a stuttering mess, “ I showed him. “ Artemis admitted.

Although Y/n wasn’t mad, Artemis cowered with her head, looking at the floor. Y/n’s voice never held anger, even when she was angry. Her voice was calming, soothing, and laced with honey. It was one of the reasons Five fell so in love with her.

“ Artemis, can you step out to the living room, please? “ She knelt before the girl giving her a tiny smile, “ You aren’t in trouble, my princess. I just want to talk to Five, okay? “

“ I’m- I'm sorry. “ The girl whimpered, and Y/n kissed her cheek gently, “ It’s okay, you aren’t in trouble. I’m not mad. I just need you to sit in the living room for a moment. “ Five stared in wonder at his wife comforting the tiny girl.

The young girl got the message and padded to the living room. Y/n stood up from her spot and stared at her guilty husband. His green eyes looked everywhere except for her e/c ones. He wanted her to yell or be angry with him, but she never was. No matter what, he couldn’t ever make her mad. Her patience were infinite.

“ I suppose you found what I’ve been working on. “ She stated, and Five nodded, “ And you saw my parchment from the apocalypse. “

“ I really didn’t mean to. “ He murmured, and she chuckled, “ You were going to have to find out sooner rather than later. “ Y/n replied.

Without warning, he was embraced. Her arms were wrapped around his torso while her head rested on his heart. The scent of her shampoo reached his nose, a glorious mix of honey and coconut he couldn’t ever get enough of. His arms gently wrapped themselves around her shorter frame while his chin perched on top of her head.

He kissed her hair gently, “ I didn’t mean to snoop. I’m sorry, love. “

“ Well, do you like it? “ She asked, “ Like what? “

“ My drafts, my room, my notes? “ Y/n listed, “ I love it because it’s who you are. “ Five replied softly.

He pulled away to meet her soft e/c eyes, “ This room is who you are as a person. If I had to describe you in one room, it’d be something along these lines. “

“ You aren’t mad I didn’t tell you? “ She whispered, and he shook his head, “ Never. We spent forty-five years together with no privacy because we didn’t have that. When you said you wanted this room to yourself, I didn’t hesitate to agree with you. “ His voice was soft like silk.

His green eyes glittered like gems, “ This is your private room, your safe place, and I shouldn’t be mad at you for wanting privacy. “

She kissed his cheek gratefully, “ Thank you. “

“ Anytime, darling. Anytime. “