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jazzthatonewriterchick · 3 months ago

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MOST WANTED II (Gangster!Sukuna x Spy!Self-Insert!Reader 18+ One Shot) [COMMISSION FILL]

READ PART I WITH MAFIA BOSS!TOJI HERE!

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“You’re mine tonight. And if you value your job and your life, you’d better do everything I say.”

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x Self-Insert!Reader

Synopsis: After your failed mission with Toji that ended in humiliation—and unwanted hot dreams—, you beg her boss to put you on the next one to bag Sukuna Ryomen, a famous criminal boss and gangster who is wanted for many murders and trafficking jewels. After you’re refused, you go undercover as an escort at a masquerade party to get Sukuna alone and take him in…whether dead or alive. Agreeing to go back with him to his hotel after drinks, flirting and a game of pool, you attempt to complete the mission, but not before Sukuna uncovers your secret and punishes you for lying to him. He’ll show you that nobody fucks with him. And that maybe you’re not as strong or tough as you think you are. Maybe, just maybe…you enjoy being a gangster’s plaything.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Self-Insert!Reader; Reader is Black, Fem & Plus-Sized; Flirting; Sexual Tension; Eye-Fucking; Escort!Reader; Agent!Reader; Action/Fighting; Noncon/R*pe; Dubcon; Handcuffs; Knife Play; Dirty Talk; Mask Kink; Daddy Kink; Degradation; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Facefucking; Choking; Slutification; Objectication; Mean Dom!Sukuna + sub!Reader; Doggystyle; Condescending Sweet Talk; Reader Cums 2x; Facial/Cum on Tits; No Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Got another one for y’all & for my fave @curiouscutie143!! We plan on expanding my “Most Wanted” world, probably even to other characters in the future! I had so much fun writing this AND it’s my first ever Sukuna fic! I hope y’all enjoy reading about that mean ol’ nasty man lol. Kisses! 💋-Jazz

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You stand in your bathroom mirror, staring at the woman staring back at you who looks like she could use a drink, a good orgasm, and some sleep.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you ask the woman. She moves her mouth with yours as you speak in the empty bathroom with its tiled walls and hardwood floor. A folder holding your next target sits next to you, a label reading “CLASSIFIED” stamped across the front.

The sound of Friday night in the city—cars honking, someone blasting music from the apartment across from yours—fills the space of your studio apartment. Usually, you would use tonight to order a pizza, watch a movie, or go to the bar across the street to pick up a guy for the night. But tonight, you stand in the mirror in your night slip, hair and makeup already on, getting ready for a party. Not just any party. A masquerade ball. One that is crawling with all kinds of elite figures, celebrities, politicians, business owners…and gangsters.

One of which you have your eye on. You grab the file sitting next to your sink that is littered in traces of makeup, your curling iron sitting unplugged right next to it. You open it with trembling fingers, making it hard to turn the pages. Your anxiety is already taking over. “Stop it,” you mutter to yourself as you finally making it to your target’s photo. You snagged his file a week ago in n secrecy. You had flirted mad hard with one of the file clerks—geeky, unattractive, and painfully awkward—and gave him a hard-on in order to sneak by and get into the file room. It is imperative that your agency have such a room to keep track of your old and new targets.

Ryomen Sukuna is one of the new ones and at the top of your boss’ list in terms of most wanted people. Big in the crime world and well-known for being a “professional killer”, Sukuna is feared in his area of business….which is anything that has to do with crime. Most of his business is underground and unknown to the public, but your agency has been keeping tabs on him for months now ever since other high-demand crime bosses and crooked officials in the city started coming up dead.

According to your team’s findings, Sukuna’s operation stretches across Japan and overseas in New York and London. His men, who are just as devious and dangerous as him, usually do all of his dirty work, including smuggling items and taking out those who threaten Sukuna’s businesses.

But Sukuna isn’t afraid of getting his hands dirty either.

He delves into the areas of illegal drug-smuggling, gun trafficking, imported, exotic seafood, and, mostly recently, jewel smuggling. It seems that Sukuna is a man of history. When a recent thousand-year-old diamond went missing a month ago from a history museum in Tokyo, your boss already had a feeling that Sukuna was behind it. But when a crime boss known for his jewel smuggling wound up dead just a week ago, he knew that Sukuna was most definitely the culprit. The man is like a piranha in the crime world, taking out every other being he deems as weak or a threat to his survival.

But you knew you could get him, especially when you found out that he would be in your city for a masquerade ball to celebrate the presentation of a new line of art worth millions. You knew he was planning something. Possibly even a massacre of potential buyers.

”Let me get him,” you begged your boss. You stood in his office a week ago once the news of Sukuna broke, your hands on your boss’ desk. “I can do this, sir, I promise. I can take care of this for you with my kind of skill.”

Your boss sat behind his desk, looking haggard and exhausted from running such a lucrative company. “V, I already have two agents working on this case.”

“Who?” You asked, but it must’ve came out harsher than you intended because your boss looked at you in alarm. “I won’t disclose that information only because I don’t want you to have any negative feelings towards them as your partners.” You didn’t know what to say. All you could do was stare down at your hands that laid flat on the wooden surface of the desk. “Boss, I can do it,” you said, your voice soft and shaky. You hated sounding so weak.

“It’s not that I don’t think you can do it, V,” he said, his voice gentle but affirmative like a father. “I’m only looking out for your safety and best interest.”

“My best interest,” you scoffed, unable to swallow back your pride or bitterness. “You and I both know that this is about what happened with Toji. You think I can’t handle this just like I couldn’t handle him.”

Your boss looks away from you, staring at his much-needed cup of coffee instead. You feel all of the air rush out of your lungs as he confirms it without confirming it.

It has been five months since your ordeal with Toji Fushigiro. You haven’t caught wind of him since he left you in that strip club, covered in his cum and completely humiliated. The walk of shame back to your apartment after receiving medical attention and a week of paid absence was even worse.

You did nothing but stew in your apartment, filled with bitterness, humiliation, and revenge. You often had dreams of the crime boss, your plump body squeezed between his big arms and his muscular body on top of yours as he drove his cock into you. You would awaken in the night, sweating and your panties soaked in arousal from the flashes of that night.

Toji had ruined you, but he didn’t break you entirely. You knew that you could put the pieces back together and redeem yourself if you got on another mission, which is where Sukuna came in. If you could just convince your boss to put you on this case, you could show him, yourself, and everyone that you were stronger than the likes of Toji.

“Please, sir,” you begged. “What happened with Fushiguro will never happen again. I know what I’m doing. Have I ever failed you before?”

Your boss turned back to face you, his expression apologetic but firm. “V, it’s not that I don’t trust you,” he explains. “You’re the most overqualified agent and hit woman we have here…but what happened with Fushiguro was serious. Your health and safety was seriously threatened.” He pauses, biting his tongue. “What is it?” you pushed, your heart hammering in your chest.

He ran a hand through his graying hair, sighing to himself. “We also found out that Ryomen is a close contact to Fushiguro,” he added. “They had been in business with each other before and worked with the same clients.” He took a sip of his coffee as if to calm himself. “You’re too close to the case, V. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to stay out of this one and wait until we get another case to put you on.”

That was the end of it. There was no convincing him. You walked out of there with tears in your eyes and feeling exposed to the whole department as the hit woman who became a slut for a crime boss. When you got home that night, you downed a bottle of wine and told yourself that you wouldn’t let this happen. No more self-deprecating or feeling sorry for yourself. No more thinking of Toji, his dirty words, and his big, beautiful cock.

You wouldn’t allow this type of disrespect for ANYONE. So if you were going to redeem yourself, you would do it without your boss’ approval. This is for you now and you alone.

So here you are now, about to go against your boss’ wishes and the rules of your profession by inserting yourself in a case that has nothing to do with you. But you were prepared. You would find Sukuna, seduce him, and turn him into the authorities at means necessary…even if that means making him bleed.

You turn away from the mirror and look down at your vanity stool where your outfit for tonight’s event is laid out nicely for you—a strapless red dress with a slit in the thigh, a diamond set, and red bottom heels. Most importantly, a mask encrusted in diamonds sits waiting for you to put it on.

You pick up the mask and hold it in your hands, feeling the ridges of the diamonds against your fingertip. “Okay,” you say to yourself, feeling adrenaline fill your veins. “Let’s do this.”

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When you arrive at the ball, it is in full swing and brimming with luxury, excitement and the energy of the nightlife crowd.

The party is located downtown in a high-end, five star hotel ballroom. It is shockingly easy for you to get in, but then again, as a renowned hit woman, you know exactly how to blend in. All you had to do was slink by while the security guard posted in front of the hotel was busy with another masquerading couple.

As soon as you walk in, you are bombarded by the sound of a live band playing classical music and the aura of luxury. It is all around you—on the snack table where a crystal bowl of punch and champagne flutes sit; in the tasteful decorations of feathers, streamers, and entertainment blowing fire, making the crowd gasp; in the conversations and laughs of the guests decked out in their best designer and masks.

There are so many masks of all colors and kinds, making you blend in perfectly with the crowd. You keep your silver clutch close to your side, your little Glock hidden beneath your lipstick tube switchblade…and your lipstick. You can’t ever leave the house without your MAC.

You begin to look around the room, Sukuna’s face in your mind’s eye. You studied his appearance for days before coming here. Though you have no idea what he’ll be wearing tonight, you know that once you see him, you’ll know that it’s him.

“Drink, ma’am?” a voice suddenly asks. You jump slightly and turn around, finding a smiling waiter carrying a tray of champagne flutes. “Oh, yes,” you reply. “Thank you.” You give him a red-lipped smile and take one before he walks away to serve someone else. You might as well drink and try not to act so tense. Any kind of slip and your act will be exposed. You already know Sukuna’s men are slinking around here too.

You decide to walk over to one of the snack tables where a couple stands with their own snack tables, both matching in their rich, violet clothes. You give them a nod as you take a plate, lower your glass on the table, and randomly gather some cheese cubes onto your plate.

Beside you, the male in his gold mask and long, wavy hair, leans in towards his partner. “He’s in here somewhere,” he murmurs. “Keep your eyes peeled.” Immediately, you know exactly who he is. A C.O.D.E. agent. You sneakily eye him and his partner who glares at him behind her leopard-printed mask that somehow meshes with her violet gown. “And keep your mouth shut,” she hisses. “This place is crawlin’ with his men.”

You plop some veggies onto your plate and dribble on some ranch dressing, still listening. “Sorry,” the male mutters. “It’s my first mission, okay? I only got transferred to Japan just a month ago!”

The woman rolls her eyes and drops his arm from hers. “Stay here,” she sighs before she struts off in her heels. Her partner watches her go and you can feel his irritation radiating off of her. “Bitch,” he mutters before he presses down onto his left ear, obviously calling someone. Probably your boss to tell him that he hates his partner and wants to abort the mission. You nearly laugh and have to bite your lip to keep from giggling.

These are the agents your boss sent out tonight to get Sukuna? Them?! This guy was just transferred a month ago from wherever-the-fuck and he’s already messing up! Even on your first mission, you knew to always keep your guard up and act the part, wherever, however.

The male walks away to a nearby table, talking as he does to your boss or someone else at headquarters. You scoff to yourself, actually offended. How could your boss send someone like this ameture on a mission? But you’d show him. You nibble on a broccoli stalk and some cheese as you begin to scan the room, nodding at anyone who passes. Your eyes pass the stage to the far left where the exit into the hotel lobby is.

There, you see him. He is chatting with two men in suits and their own masks, a glass of champagne in his big hand. Each thick finger is inked and adorned in silver rings that wink at you under the bright lights. He is big and tall—about 6’6 at least. His big frame fills out his black suit and tie outfit which is rather plain for such a gaudy party.

But the blackness of his suit makes the pink of his hair, fluffy-looking yet spiked, and his red mask pop. At first glance, his mask reminds you almost of the Devil. It’s a fitting look for him, you suppose. He isn’t flashy, but he still looks rich. Like he has no problem making such a statement with his outfit and red-bottom shoes.

But you doubt that anyone would have anything to say to Sukuna Ryomen about anything he wears.

He tugs on his right ear where several small hoops, including a cartilage piercing, hang. From where you stand, you can see that his neck is roped in tattoos as well. He says something to the men and gives them a smirk before turning and walking through the exit.

You wait until the men depart and drain your champagne before tossing your snacks away. The hunt is on now. Keeping an eye on your fellow agents, you strut across the room to the exit, paying no attention to the gents who have their eyes on your bouncing chest, thighs, and ass. You finally make it to the hotel lobby and quickly scan the area, looking for Sukuna’s broad shoulders and long legs. You immediately find him at the entrance of a bar on the right hand side chatting with a doe-eyed waitress who immediately giggles and guides him into the bar.

You follow, the click of your heels against the marbled floor egging you on. The swanky, dimly-lit bar is damn near packed when you walk in. Most of its patrons are from the ball with the exception of businessmen at happy hour and women in their finest looking to score a rich man for the night. You spot Sukuna sitting at the end of the bar and passing the bartender a twenty-dollar bill for his shot (and bottle) of whiskey. About three stools down is a plump, balding man in a wolf mask and an Armani suit, his face flushed from too much to drink.

Immediately, you get an idea. Smirking to yourself, you strut over to the bar, brazenly staring at both the wolf and Sukuna who both have their eyes on you. You sit down beside the balding wolf, giving him a small smile in greeting. You place your clutch on the bar where you wave your manicured nails at the bartender. “One martini with five olives, please,” you order. The bartender nods and begins to ready your drink.

The wolf, on his fourth or fifth Bourbon, sloppily smirks beside you. Perhaps he thinks it makes him look sexy. “Five olives?” He chuckles. “You storin’ for the winter, Ms. Red?” His eyes graze down your body from behind the eye holes in his mask.

“Just for this party,” you joke. “Why? Do you suggest somethin’ more delicious than olives, Mr. Wolf?” You put a sultry, seductive lilt into your voice, leaning your chin into your hand. You hope Mr. Wolf catches on…which of course, he does.

“If you’re interested in what’s at the snake table, sure,” he replies, his voice low and teasing. He suddenly digs into his pocket, fishing out a twenty. “Here. A pretty thing like you shouldn’t buy her own drink.”

“I appreciate that,” you giggle, taking the money from him just as the bartender returns with your drink. “How can I repay you for such a kind act?” You lean forward and press your tits enticingly against the bar to which Mr. Wolf shamelessly stares at. You think you hear Sukuna scoff behind you, making your neck feel hot. But you don’t dare turn around. Not yet.

Mr. Wolf opens his mouth to say something either dumb or lecherous, but a slender blonde in a cat mask and a skin-tight dress struts up to him. “There you are!” she scoffs, rather loud. “I’ve been calling you nonstop! You dragged me to this damn party and then you just left me alone to come drink some more?”

She is so loud that it drowns out the jazz music playing overhead, catching the eye of the others in the bar. Mr. Wolf lowers his Bourbon, sighing to himself. “Karen, please don’t start,” he mutters, seething with rage. “You begged me to take you here.”

The woman—Karen—ignores him and turns to you. “And who is this?” She demands, scowling at Mr. Wolf. “Another one of your ‘business partners’?” The sound of shocked laughs and whispers drift in the tense, musky air. Mr. Wolf looks at you apologetically as he slides off of his stool, nearly falling. “Sorry,” he whispers. You give him a smile as he walks off with his nagging…girlfriend? Wife? Sugar baby? As if hearing your thoughts, Sukuna answers them for you. “I could’ve told ya he was married,” he chuckles. His laugh is smooth and rich yet deep and lethal, like a shot of whiskey.

You turn to him, raising a brow at him as you sip your martini. “How do you know?” you question. “He didn’t have a ring on his finger.”

Sukuna chortles again as if you’re some dumb little girl he needs to school. “Don’t have to. Rings can come off, ‘specially at events like these.” He takes a sip from his shot glass, eyeing you across the rim. “There’s plenty of pretty women like yourself swimmin’ around here for the pickin’.”

His gaze is hot like fire licking across your exposed skin. The air that Mr. Wolf and his wife left tense becomes even more so. But you straighten your neck and regard him with a smirk. “Like me?” you scoff. “I doubt he could’ve even been able to afford me.”

You take another sip of your martini, leaving a red stain on the rim, before fishing out the toothpick rowed with olives. You pluck one off with your teeth, knowing that Sukuna is watching. ‘Just keep up the act. Hook, line, and sinker.’

“Sooo you’re one of those city girls, huh?” You turn to him, silently asking him to elaborate. “The kind who chase the bag and never look back at the broken hearts they leave behind?” His smirk is playful. Almost sneaky.

“Close,” you reply. You place your toothpick back in the glass and lean in to give him a shot of your cleavage. “Merchandise,” you vaguely explain, accentuating each syllable with your plump, red lips.

Sukuna carefully watches as if attempting to pick your features apart behind your mask. He leans back on his stool, smirking. “So I was right: this is a ‘pay for the night’ situation. I had a hunch.”

“Oh, you did?” you scoff. “You a cop?” He nearly snorts into his glass. “Not even close, mama,” he chuckles. You cock your head to the side, acting curious. “Then what do you do? You already have my occupation, so what kinda work got you here?”

“I thought we were talkin’ ‘bout you,” he smoothly remarks, eyeing you down. “That’s some dress you got on.” You give him a look, standing your ground. Finally, he gives in defeatedly. I’m a…man of all types of businesses. I’m kind of an arts conasor, I guess you could say. I’m big in tradin’, auctions, collectin’…” Trafficking. Criminal activity. Killing. “Cool,” you reply, nodding. “Oh, I’m V, by the way. Yes, I’m fine, thank you.”

Sukuna chuckles, his crimson red alight with mischief. “Well, I know you’re fine,” he jokes. “Little spitfire, ain’t ya?” You can tell he likes your wittiness. Most men like him do. “Apologies, V. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He puts his big, ringed hand out for a shake. You take it, ignoring the zing of electricity that shoots up your arm as his fingers clasp yours. “Sukuna,” he says, his voice suddenly deeper than before. Quickly, you take your hand away and place it in your lap. If he notices, he doesn’t act like it, instead lighting himself a cigar. “Mind if I smoke?” he asks, regarding you with those blood-red eyes. You shake your head. “Not at all. So what brings you to this riveous party, Sukuna?”

Your target wraps his lip, pierced lips around the cigar, inhaling before exhaling the smoke. “Business. Money. Potential clients and partnerships. I ain’t much of a party person as I’m sure you can tell.” He gives you a smirk. “I’m guessin’ you’re here for business too?” You chuckle, liking his blunt humor. “I got a call from a regular client of mine to come here. He’s a big-time CEO—the owner of a chain of gas companies. He asked me to come here, but I haven’t seen him yet.”

You come up with the lie on the spot and make a show of looking around for your imaginary client. “Hope he’s not playin’ me out,” you huff. “He’s been generous before, but he’s also generous with other women much younger than me.”

“Well, I’d be glad to give ya some company,” Sukuna says. “Between you and me, that guy sounds like a dickhead for even invitin’ you here.” You tilt your head at him, curiously and flirtatiously. “Why is that?” you ask.

Sukuna takes another drag of his cigar, and as the smoke escapes his nostrils, he looks so much like the Devil appearing in a gray cloud to you. ‘Cause this place is crawlin’ with guys like me. And I always get what I want.” He gives you a white-toothed smile that sends shivers down your spine and suddenly, your facade slips a bit.

But not until you’re fortunately distracted. “Sukunaaaa!” someone suddenly shouts from the other side of the bar. He is in a fox mask and black suit with a red tie, standing among other powerful and rich-looking men. “Come! Play a game with us!” The other men agree, shouting him over.

You and Sukuna share a look, him looking like he wants to be anywhere but over there. “Come on,” you chuckle. “I don’t know how to play, but I’ll watch you. I can be your good luck charm.” You sip on your martini as you rise to your feet, waiting for him to follow. After some thought, Sukuna gets up, standing a whole head taller than you. “If ya say so, but be prepared for looks.”

Together, you walk side by side over to the pool table. Just as he said, you gain the curious eye of every man surrounding the pool table, cigars and drinks in hand. The entire area smells of cigar smoke and expensive cologne. Wealth. Sukuna introduces you to the men and you pretend to act flattered as the men kiss your hand and compliment you on your dress.

You stand among them and drink your martini, sizing up Sukuna and his gang. You don’t know if any of them are “his people”, but you stay on guard anyway, sipping as little alcohol as you can. You watch them play pool together, laughing when you’re supposed to and answering questions when asked but not giving too much about yourself away.

Sukuna is pretty quiet most of the time, primarily focused on the game. He is very meticulous; a strategist at pool. His long fingers twirl around his pool stick, his eyes sizing up each player and the eight balls that roll this way and that along the green table. He is good, you admit. He knows just where to shoot and how to do it, betting on each ball with the probability of an expert.

But Mr. Crane—a banker in a crane mask and dark blue suit—is on his ass having gotten close in points. He stands there laughing and joking about while Sukuna sizes him up. “Oooh, I think you’ve got some competition, Mr. Sukuna,” you whisper. “He’s winning.”

Your target grunts in disagreement. “Not for long,” he growls. “I don’t ever lose.” You hum to yourself, staring up at him through your lashes. “You sure about that?”

Now Sukuna turns to you fully and you realize just how tall he is. You have to stand back a bit to even look at him. “Do me a favor,” he purrs, his eyes hooded from the smoke. “Wager somethin’ with me.”

Your heart thunders in anticipation for his next words..but you don’t expect them even when they come out. “If I win this game, you ditch that client who stood ya up and spend the night with me.”

Sukuna’s tatted hand goes for his pocket, patting it. “And trust me, mama: I’ve got the money for it.” A shit-eating grin crosses his lips, showing you the two gold canines embedded in his lower row of teeth.

”And if you lose?” you ask, alarmed by how breathless you sound. Sukuna passively shrugs. “Then I’ll buy you a drink and slip ya the money anyway.” You take a moment to think on this. He could be lying. He could be testing you. But figuring you’ve got a weapon, you agree by clinking your glass with his. “Deal.”

Sukuna’s smile grows, almost looking joyous at your agreement. The game continues and you watch with bated breath as he and Mr. Crane go head to head. You sip your martini, not even noticing how less tense you seem from the alcohol or how bright the lights have become or how hot you seem or how Sukuna shoots the last two balls into a pocket because Mr. Crane missed. Oh, shit. You gape at the astonished player and then at Sukuna. He turns to you, prideful and giddy. “Oh, would you look at that,” he whispers. “I win.” You get a bad, bad feeling in your gut, but you ignore it. Big mistake on your part.

You swallow hard, fixing your mouth into a flirty smile. “So how would you like to spend the night with me, Mr. Sukuna?”you ask. The gangster shrugs, acting clueless. “I dunno…dancing, drinking, or your legs wrapped around my head. It’s your choice.” Suddenly, the obvious sexual tension that has been in the air erupts as soon as the vulgar words are out in the open. You feel your tongue become heavy and your nipples harden beneath your dress. You ignore it all. You can’t be hot over this criminal. Not again!

“You stayin’ here?” you ask though you already know the answer. He nods, his expression lustful. “Let’s get out of here then. I’d like to come back and get some cake from the party though.”

He nods again and lays a hand on your lower back, leading you out of the bar and into the lobby where you walk to the elevators. When you’re finally alone with him behind the elevator doors, you momentarily think about sliding your gun out of your clutch and shooting him, ending this now.

But when his hand slowly slides down your backside to grip your ass, you bite your lip and hold firm. ‘Not yet. In time.’ Finally, the elevators open up onto a hotel suite that looks more like a penthouse. There is a foyer in the middle of the room with glass tables, a private bathroom near the exiting door, plush furniture overlooking a flat-screen, and a small kitchenette with an attached island and mini-bar.

Your heels click as you walk into the suite, admiring the luxurious room. “Nice setup,” you comment. You twirl around to face Sukuna as the elevator doors shut. You’re glad you remembered to wear gloves. You don’t need to leave any fingerprints here. “It’s a little small for my tastes.” Sukuna strides toward you, reaching you in about three steps on his long legs. “But then again, I don’t use this room to sleep.”

Silently, he takes you by the hand and leads you into the large bedroom suite on the right hand side. The walls are painted an indigo blue, giving the room a calm sensation that the king-sized bed in the middle doesn’t. Two plush armchairs sit across from it near a balcony overlooking the city beyond, the moonlight shining onto the bed’s crossed ceiling and bedposts guarding each side of the headboard and the bottom of the bed.

You turn to Sukuna to say something, anything to take the edge off of you, but you’re silenced when he takes a seat at the end of the bed. He sits with his legs spread and his hands in his lap. Even from here, you can tell that he is hard—his dick print is pulsing beneath his slacks. “Take that off,” he demands. “Let me see you.”

Showtime. You lay your clutch down near your feet within arm’s reach before you reach back to slooooowly unzip your dress. The beautiful, red garment slips off of you, leaving you in your strapless corset, panties, and nylon stockings. All trimmed with lace. All sexy. You purposely chose this outfit because the corset lifts your breasts in a way that is enticing and your panties hug your ass, making it plumper and much fatter.

Sukuna gives a sharp intake of breath before he takes off his jacket and starts reaching for his tie. You chuckle though your blood runs hot. “Oh, startin’ already? I didn’t take you as the eager type.” The gangster smirks, yanking his tie off of his throat. “And I didn’t take you as a liar,” he replies.

You blink at him, startled by his words. “W-What?” you stammer. Sukuna continues to strip, unbuttoning each button on his top. “You agreed to let me do whatever I want if I win. I’m askin’ you to take off everything. Includin’ the mask.” He still gives you that humored smirk as his top comes off, revealing a tattooed chest and big, muscular arms to you roped in ink.

You can feel your anxiety peaking. Your stomach is roiling and you feel sick. “I’m not taking off the mask,” you firmly say. Now Sukuna’s smile fades. He looks confused as if he can’t figure you out. “You disobey me?” he asks.

You swallow, not liking how that sounds. “I’m just not comfortable with that. I don’t want you seeing me. It’s something I do with every client.” You keep up with your role, hoping that he’ll take that as an answer…but you’re wrong. He fixes you with a laser-hot look that you don’t like. “You sure?” he asks. “Or are you just tryna save yourself from your sinkin’ ship?”

“What are you talking about?” you snap, glaring at him. You stagger back as he suddenly gets up and walks over to the nightstand. As he does, you quickly unzip your gun and place it behind you in the waistband of your panties. Better to be ready than not at all.

Sukuna turns to you then, holding a glittering diamond wrapped in cloth in his palm. Your eyes widen at the sight of the stolen jewel from the museum. “This is what you want, right?” he asks. “This is what you’re lookin’ for?” His smirk grows into something menacing and almost mocking. “Or is it me you’re lookin’ for, V? It is V, right?”

‘Oh, my God. Not again.’

Sukuna knows he’s got you judging by the deer-in-headlights look you’re sporting on your face despite the mask. “Can I ask you what your plan was tonight?” he asks. Not waiting for an answer, he continues: “What, you thought you’d seduce me, get me up here, suck my dick a bit, and then slap some cuffs on me so you can save the day?”

He snorts at the mere thought of it, the diamond still in his palm. “Stupid girl. I know all about you. Toji and I are close in this business.” He begins to walk toward you, slowly and teasingly like a serial killer who takes joy in scaring his victims before the final kill. He told me aaall about how he used that pussy till it was sore and got away in the end.”

You grow hot at the vulgarity of his taunting words, even more so at the fact that your cover has been blown again. “So what now?” you ask, dropping the act entirely. “You gonna kill me?”

Sukuna places the diamond on a nearby dresser right where a few bottles of wine sit. “I should…but I won’t. After all, we’re up here now.” His eyes grow dark and lustful, frightening you. “So I’m gonna do just what I planned to do: I’m gonna fuck you like I paid for you.” And he definitely is a man who will act on what he says.

Quickly, you take the gun out of your panties and aim it at him. Sukuna stops moving, standing as still as a statue. “Stand back,” you growl. “You come any closer and I’ll put a bullet in you.” One finger sits on the trigger, ready to press down at any given moment.

Anyone else would cry, flinch, beg for their lives…but not Sukuna. He is as stone cold as the look in his eyes. He takes another step toward you, then another, until his chest is pressed against the barrel of your gun. “Do it,” he growls. “I fuckin’ dare you, bitch. Shoot me.”

And so you do. Despite your hammering heart and shaky hand, you pull the trigger….only to hear a click. You pull again, hearing a click. Nothing. “What?” you whisper to yourself, staring at your gun. It’s the perfect advantage for Sukuna to take, which he does by slapping you dead in your face.

With a shout, you fall to the ground, your gun clattering to the floor. You check your lip for blood, finding only smudged lipstick. This motherfucker ruined your makeup! “Slipped into your clutch while you were chattin’ with that wolffish slob,” he explains, grinning evilly at you. “You’d think a hitwoman would be a little more savvy.”

Now you’re angry. He’s insulting your intelligence. Embarrassing you. Humiliating you. “Oh, I am,” you snarl. “I was gonna go easy on you, but now…I’m just gonna make you bleed. Do not ever underestimate me, dickhead.”

You lunge at him and grab onto his belt, using all your might to yank him down onto the floor. As soon as he’s down, you place your arm over his stomach and leap onto him, straddling him. Ignoring his smile and handsome features, you raise a hand to punch him, but his hand shoots out to grab your neck.

You grunt, trying to break his hold which he uses as a distraction to pull you off of him. Back onto the floor you go with the gangster on top of you. He forces your wrists at the top of your head, his big hands gripping and pinning them down to the floor.

“Nice try,” he chuckles, his big body pressing into yours. “I’ve seen better though.”

You try to buck him off, but he wedges one knee between your plump, soft inner thighs, his belt buckle pressing into your pelvis bone. You gasp, feeling suffocated. “St-Stop!” you stammer. “Don’t—“ You’re rudely cut off as his knee glides against your crotch, giving you a spark of pleasure. A soft moan leaves your lips followed by a rush of hot embarrassment.

Sukuna notices, his crimson eyes glinting like a cat’s in the night. “Oh,” he coos. “Was that a moan, babygirl? You like this?” He rolls his hips down into yours, unfortunately causing that same spark of pleasure to explode in your core. He cackles, overjoyed by this. “Maybe this is what you came here for: to get fucked by a gangster. I’m better than Toji though. I promise you that.”

He sits fully on top of you, straddling your waist, and reaches for your clutch. “Let’s see what ya got in here, shall we?” He turns your clutch over, causing each content of it to fall out onto the floor. Your lipstick and switchblade. Your phone. Your powder compact. And a pair of silver handcuffs.

Sukuna’s brow raises in interest and he gives you a smile that makes you damn near sick. He snatches the cuffs before you can reach them and suddenly gets off of you. Before you can wonder what’s happening, he flips you over onto your stomach and begins yanking you across the floor by your ankles. An animalistic grunt leaves your lips as you try to grab onto something to slow your trip, but it’s to no avail.

So you begin trying to kick him, hitting his arm and his leg. You try to get his balls, but you end up getting his knee. “Oooh, bratty!” he cackles. “I’m gonna have some fun with you, whore. You’re dressed for the part already.”

He is rough with you now, taking great pleasure in your shouts of pain and desperation. Finally, he forces you over to the nearest bedpost and yanks on your wrists. You wriggle and squirm, trying to escape him, but you can’t do much when the cuffs are clicking around your wrists.

Clank, clank.

You panic, trying to shake your wrists out, but the chain linking the cuffs together are looped around the bedpost. You are trapped. Sukuna stands back with his hands up his hips, admiring his handiwork. “There we go,” he chuckles. “Nice and tight. You look so good for me right now.”

You turn to stare at him, on your knees and cuffed to the post. “Fuck you,” you growl. His smirk grows along with his cock in his pants. “Oh, not yet, mama, but I’m glad you’re so eager.”

You begin to scream and clatter the cuffs around, making as much noise as you can to alert someone. Anyone. But when the familiar barrel of a gun presses into your backside, you pipe down. “Shut the fuck up,” he growls. “You’re mine tonight. And if you value your job and your life, you’d better do everything I say.”

He uses the gun to press it underneath your chin and turn you to face him. “Understand?” he growls, his red eyes glaring. You know better than to argue or scream or curse. So you swallow your pride and everything you learned from C.O.D.E. training. “Y-Yes,” you whimper.

Sukuna’s eyes light up like a Christmas tree at your obedience. “‘Yes, sir’ is the correct response, but I’ll let you off this one time.” He keeps his gun in his hand, but doesn’t aim it at you anymore. “Now if you wanna do somethin’ else with that mouth besides complain and talk shit, I’ve got an idea.”

His smile fades as he watches you watch him, his gaze molten hot and lustful. You have no choice but to watch him unbuckle his pants with one hand and pull his cock out. Your eyes widen at inch at his long, thick, pulsing shaft protruding from a nest of pink curls.

“Suck my cock,” he demands, his tone firm and serious. “Apologize to me for all of the lies and deceit. Oh, and look up here while you do it.”

You feel your eyes watering and your lips quivering. Everything in you is screaming at you not to comply…but there is one part nesting in the deepest, darkest depths of your being that is interested and curious. The same part of you that emerged in that VIP room with Toji five months ago.

Swallowing your pride, you start by kissing and licking along Sukuna’s shaft, introducing yourself to his cock. He softly groans and hums in enjoyment at your ministrations, pushing his hips forward.

He does so in a way that makes his cock slip between your lips and in your mouth without your permission. You gasp as his thick cock passes the threshold of your mouth, the taste of him all over your tongue. “That’s a good girl,” he moans, using one hand to grab the back of your head.

He pushes you forward onto his dick, taking him deeper into your mouth. You force yourself to open your throat and to breathe through your nostrils in an effort not to choke. He’s about as big as Toji with a thick, bulbous head, heavy balls, and—

Click.

Your eyes tick up to see Sukuna with your phone in his face, the gun now in his pocket. How did he break your code? Did he use Face ID? His cock slips out of your mouth and you take a moment to gasp in some air. “What are you—?”

“Just givin’ you some encouragement and persuasion,” he cuts in, smirking. “After all, you need to do a good job, don’t you? And I would just hate for your boss to somehow see this if you—“

“Don’t!” you cry, tears springing into our eyes. “Fine, I’ll do it! Just don’t send anything!” You want to shield yourself from the camera eye of your phone, but you can’t. You can’t do anything.

Sukuna keeps the camera on you, the threat of pictures or videos looming over you. “Open up then,” he growls. “And don’t even think about usin’ teeth…but you’re a good, smart girl, so I doubt you’ll try it with me.”

His cock pulses in front of you and you shiver. You don’t know if it’s out of repulsion or excitement. Either way, you suck on his cock like you mean it, hollowing your cheeks to take him easier. Sukuna lets out a loud, throaty groan, one hand tangled in your hair.

“That’s it, mama,” he groans. “Take that fuckin’ cock. Y’know, you’re better at this than ya are fightin’.” He pushes in deeper, making you gag and nearly triggering that button in the back of your throat to vomit. “You should think about changin’ occupations…bein’ a little cocksucker is way more fittin’ for ya.”

He begins to fuck your face now, slowly at first, but he is still brutal and rough. You have to force yourself to keep breathing to avoid throwing up all over his dick. “You could be my little cocksucker,” he growls. “My cock slut. My whore. You’d like that, wouldn’t ya?”

You gurgle and gag in response, your throat forced to flex around his cock interrupting its natural state. You feel as if your throat and mouth are being molded into his personal fleshlight with the way he fucks your face, grunting and groaning like a desperate man. His balls slap against your chin, filling your nose with the scent of his cologne and his cock.

You’ve never been used in such a way. You are being resorted to nothing but a toy. A hole for his own use. Saliva drips from your chin and down onto your tits, making you slick and messy…just like another part of you between your thighs. The more he fucks, the more your cunt throbs and pulses in anticipation for it to be fucked the same way.

What is wrong with you?

You can only ask yourself this question more as Sukuna’s thrusts grow rougher and stronger, his fingers digging into your scalp. “Fuck, baby,” he grunts. “You’re about to make me cum. You’d better fuckin’ take it…take it, bitch!”

Finally, with a few more brutal thrusts that steal your air away, Sukuna lets out a loud moan and cums deep down your throat. Your moans of protest and shock are muffled as his cock pushes deep, ropes of warm cum shooting down your throat.

“Take it,” he pants. “Take my fuckin’ cum. I know you want all of it.” He begins to rock his hips slowly, riding out his orgasm as he gives you more and more of his spunk. You take all of it because what other choice do you have?

When he finally pulls away, a string of cum-mixed saliva attaches itself to your bottom lip. He grips your chin, forcing you at look at him. “Show me your mouth,” he demands. “I wanna see it. Stick out your tongue and don’t let a single ounce drop.”

You do as he says, carefully sticking out your tongue so he can see the pool of cum on it. He smiles, patting your cheek. “That’s a good girl. Now swallow.” And like an obedient puppet, you close your mouth and swallow his cum before he gives you a long, wet, open-mouthed kiss that steals your breath away.

When he pulls away, he honestly looks…softer. Like he’s in love with what he sees. “Now,” he coos, wiping a drop of spit off of your lips with his thumb, “let me give you a reward for such a job well done.”

You let him grab your arm and force you onto your feet. Your body feels unbalanced and your legs are wobbly. To some degree, you’re thankful for the support of the post to hold you up as Sukuna’s big hands glide down your ass and thighs. Then, suddenly, you feel his breath caressing your asscheeks and something cool on your skin.

You realize what it is when you feel your panties slice off of your body. A knife. “Please,” you whimper. Sukuna chuckles, humored by your humiliation and fear. “Don’t fret, mama. This is just to get these panties off…if you’re good, that is.” He presses the cool metal of the knife into your thigh, making you feel the jagged edges.

“You can be a good girl for me, can’t you?” he whispers, a wicked smile in his voice. He doesn’t give you the chance to answer before lightly licking you against your slit. You gasp, your wrists straining against the cuffs. His big hands glide up to force your hips back, causing your ass to jut into his face.

Sukuna hums in enjoyment, licking and sucking away at your pussy that seems to grow wetter with every ministration of his tongue. How is he so good at this? You try to hold back your moans, but you can’t. Plus, the knife against your thigh doesn’t allow you. One wrong move or something that he doesn’t like and that knife could be cutting your skin.

So let him do as he pleases. But you don’t really have a choice either. All you can do is grip the pole you’re shackled to as Sukuna sucks on your pussy lips and swirls his tongue around your clit before he dips the muscle inside of you. Your mouth falls open on a loud moan, his soft lips cushioning your clit. Your thighs begin to quiver and you feel your body shake in pleasure.

You hate how good this feels. And you especially hate that the man you hate is making you feel this good.

Sukuna lightly pulls on your pussy lips, earning a whimper from you. “Isn’t this so much better than fightin’ me, baby?” he asks before French kissing your cunt once again. He kisses you sloppily and messily, his tongue licking and sliding this way and that. “Fuckin’ slut,” he growls, gripping your asscheek and giving it a smack. “You’re so desperate for me. It’s what you should be.”

He moves the knife to your lower stomach, pressing the tip into your lace bra. Your pulse jumps as you feel it puncture a hole in it, ruining the bra and grazing against one of your breasts. “Please,” you whine. “Please!”

Sukuna smiles, still licking and sucking your pussy with all of the vigor of a hungered man. “I like you beggin’,” he replies. “Do it again for me. Beg real pretty for me, slut.” You have no choice when he continues on slurping on your cunt and fucking your hole, his nose swiping against your clit.

“Please, please, please!” you sob. “Please let me cum!” Your begging must satisfy Sukuna because his tongue moves a little faster, his pace causing your body to quake against the restrictions of the cuffs. His hot, wet mouth causes your orgasm to wash over you quickly yet powerfully, controlling every part of your body. You let out a whine of pleasure as your cum explodes in Sukuna’s mouth, drenching his lips and chin in your juices.

The aftershocks come and your body starts writhing, causing you to grip the pole for dear life. Sukuna hums in satisfaction, cleaning you up as you writhe for him. Finally, when the aftershocks subside, you slump against the pole, your knees nearly giving out. Sukuna pulls away from you finally and lovingly strokes your ass. “Good little slut,” he coos in his deep voice. “But we ain’t done yet so you’d better get it together.”

Instantly, your stomach grows fluttery with butterflies and your core grows warm. You know exactly what is coming next. You can’t stop. You can’t avoid it. And more frighteningly, you’re not even sure if you don’t want it.

Sukuna stands behind you and places one foot between yours to widen your legs out. His knife glides up your side to your neck to come across your throat. You freeze as soon as you feel the cold metal touch your tender, warm skin. Sukuna chuckles into your ear as his other hand plays with your wet pussy. “What a thrill, huh?” he hisses. “You ain’t been thrilled yet till you’ve gotten me.”

You concur. You can’t help but to do so when he finally slides that big, thick, long cock inside of you. Slick and open from your orgasm, he slides right in and makes his home between your velvety walls. He groans into your ear while your mouth falls agape on a silent moan.

You feel stretched. You feel full. You feel used. And you feel absolutely, positively amazing. Sukuna digs his nails into the fleshy part where your ass meets your hip, his fingers fondling your tummy. “Fuck!” he grunts into your ear, panting hotly. Even he can’t get a grip on himself. Your pussy feels too good wrapped around him, stroking him of all he’s worth.

He drops the knife, no longer needing it, and your body relaxes…until the blade is replaced with his hand. “Take it,” he demands. “Take that fuckin’ cock. You know you need it.” His other hand grips your stomach, kneading the plushy, soft flesh as he fucks into your wet heat. “So let me give it to you,” he huffs. “Lemme give you everything that slutty pussy needs.”

His hips hammer harder and faster into your ass, making it quiver and recoil. Your moans are loud and high-pitched, unable to be silenced due to Sukuna’s pistoning thrusts. He fucks you like a machine, pumping in and out, out and in, his cock pulsing inside of you. “F-Fuck!” you stammer. “Wait, Sukuna! You’re going t-too fast!”

Your pussy feels like it’s going into overload, being stuffed too much and too quickly. Tears spring into your eyes as Sukuna grips your throat tighter, cutting off your air for just a moment. “Quiet!” he snaps. “Sluts don’t talk. They only take dick. They take all that’s given to them and they’re thankful for it.”

Short moans and gasps leave your lips as he continues to squeeze, still fucking you dumb. Your knees buckle and your head feels fuzzy from the overstimulation and his hand gripping your throat. The pleasure somehow mounts to astronomical heights because of this, leaving you a dumb, mindless mess.

Sukuna presses his lips to your ear, his lip ring cool against the shell of your ear. “So tell me thank you. Say “thank you, Daddy, for givin’ me that dick. Thank you for fuckin’ me so good. Thank you for makin’ me your little cock whore”.” He loosens his hold on your neck, allowing you time to breathe. But you can’t breathe. You can’t even speak. Your mind is full of cock, unable to focus on anything but Sukuna’s big thighs against yours and his dick pummeling into you.

His hand grips your neck again, tighter this time, and you gag. “Say it!” he demands, roaring into your ear. “Say the fuckin’ words!” This time, he doesn’t release your neck, so you’re forced to get the words out with his fingers pressing into your throat. Fat, wet tears drip from your lashes, wetting your cheeks behind your mask.

“Thank you!” you sob out, finally broken. “Thank you, Daddy! Thank you for giving me your dick! T-Thank you for…for…!” You trail off, your words turning into a desperate moan as you feel the knot in your core tighten.

You’re about to cum. Your target, this gangster, a lowdown, dirty criminal, is going to make you burst all over his big, fat cock as if you’re his lover and he’s deserving of all of it. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” you warn. “Please, please let me cum, Daddy! I can’t take it!”

You grip the cuffs for dear life as he fucks and fucks and fucks you. Your knuckles turn white, an indication of the pleasure you’re experiencing. Sukuna chuckles, enjoying your torture. “Aww, but the fun just started, baby,” he condescendingly coos. “You gonna cum already? Is this gangster cock just too good?” You whimper in response, your eyes fluttering closed.

Smack!

Sukuna slaps your ass hard, making it sting. “I don’t hear an answer,” he growls. His thrusts grow quick and brutal, turning your pussy into mush and making your clit sing. “Yes! Yes, it feels so fucking good!” you babble.

“Cum on it then,” he orders. “Give Daddy what he wants. Fucking cum for me now, V.” He continues this brutal, controlling pace with one hand gripping your throat and the other on your ass, drilling into your pussy and against your G-spot with all of the mercy of a sinner.

It doesn’t take long for that knot in your core to snap. “Oh, fuck!” you whine, damn near screaming for all to hear as you cum hard around Sukuna’s cock. Your orgasm hits you hard and intensely, sending you on a trip as you thrash in Sukuna’s hands and against the post.

Your pussy grips him tighter than a vice as you cream him, coating him from his cockhead to his balls in your juices. He grunts in pleasure by how tight you’ve grown, gripping and stroking him until he has no choice but to cum. Before he can, he pulls out of you and forces you down onto your knees. You’re so weak that you go tumbling down like a baby deer still weak on its hind legs.

“Look at me.” You stare up into Sukuna’s eyes, now facing the man behind the red mask. He has taken it off, revealing his handsome face and strange, tatted stripes on his cheeks. He furiously pumps his slick cock with one hand while he uses the other to rip off your mask. You’re too weak and spent to protest or fight him off.

His face grows red and glistens in sweat from the fury of his pumping, his arm tense as he jerks himself off in front of you. “Take me,” he demands. “Take my cum, my good little whore.” With a few more pumps, he finally bursts with a roar of pleasure, his head flying back as he shoots his spunk all over your face and tits.

You gasp as the warm liquid hits your face, dripping down your cheeks, lips, neck, and juicy tits, making your skin sobbing wet and sticky with him. Your breath comes out in short puffs of air as you recover from the vigorous fucking, completely spent. And ruined.

Sukuna deeply exhales, relaxed and satisfied. “Not bad, little girl,” he chuckles. “I haven’t cum that hard in a minute.” You watch as he picks up his knife and begins to redress himself like nothing happened, fastening his buttons and his belt. Like this was just a quickie and nothing more.

When he finishes, he smirks down at you as he fishes a handkerchief out of his pocket. “Look at you, all messy,” he tuts. “Didn’t your boss teach ya to clean up after yourself?”

He kneels down and begins dabbing his cum off of your face, but not your tits. You already know you look crazy—mascara dripping, lipstick smudged, foundation fucked up. You eyeball Sukuna as he finishes cleaning you up. Even when he takes the key to the cuffs out of your clutch and releases you, you still glare at him like you’re trying to kill him with your eyes.

He tuts, cocking his head to the side. “Oh, now don’t look so glum. Here, I’ve got a present for you for your hard work.” He gives you a wink before walking over to the nightstand, leaving you to recover on the floor.

Slowly, you put your dress back on, hissing at the burn of your hands and wrists from the cuffs. You do your best to keep the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks at bay. You’re almost dressed when Sukuna comes back to you and presents you with the diamond, covering it with the cloth.

You’re stunned into silence for a while, even as he places the rock in front of you and then backs away. He watches you as you watch the diamond, half expecting it to blow up or something…but it doesn’t. Immediately, you feel enraged. “So you’re gonna give me that and what? Let me go?” You laugh, dry and loud. “Was the pussy that good that now you feel bad?”

Immediately, Sukuna’s hand is wrapped tight in your hair. He grips it and yanks you up, making you shout in pain. He brings you up an inch away from his irritated, crimson eyes. “Don’t get too cocky, bitch,” he hisses. “This ain’t about how hard you made me bust or how good you looked takin’ my cock. This is about teachin’ you a lesson.”

Your body tenses and grows cold. As if sensing this, Sukuna soothes your fears. “I’m not gonna kill you,” he explains. “Instead, I’m gonna give you that stupid rock you wanted and you can explain all to your boss about how you saved the day to get it…but only you’ll know what it took. Only you’ll know how you failed again.”

He leans in, smirking. “And that cuts deeper than any knife.” And it does. Already, you feel gutted than Toji made you feel. You’re bleeding out all over the floor, humiliated. Broken. Destroyed. You have failed again.

Sukuna’s smirk grows wider and he loosens his grip on your hair. “But I like you,” he chuckles. “And I don’t like a lot of people, so I’ll throw ya a sweetener: if we ever cross paths again and you get tired of bein’ a hero, you can come kick it with me. Be my little slut and my partner.”

He leans in, giving your neck a long lick, making you whine. “How’s that sound, doll?” he whispers, stroking your cheek. You don’t answer. If anything, you feel like spitting in his face. “I’ll let you sit on it, but my offer stands. Till we meet again, V.”

He gives you a wink and releases you before fastening his mask onto his face. You watch as he turns to leave, unable to take him from behind. You’re too weak and too defeated to do so. “Feel free to use the shower!” he calls, and then you hear the elevator ding.

So you do. Once he is gone and the hotel suite is now yours, you drag yourself to the luxurious bathroom, undress, and take a scalding shower to wash Sukuna’s cum, your ruined makeup, and tonight’s mistakes off of you. You use as much of the floral-scented body wash as you can, washing, scrubbing, and rinsing until your fingers and toes are pruned.

But even that isn’t enough. When you end your long, hot shower, you feel just as dirty as when you walked into it. You then steal one of the plush hotel robes left by the shower and drag yourself back into the hotel room, leaving the floor a mess with your discarded items. The only thing you pick up is your phone.

There, several calls from your boss wait for you. “Shit,” you mutter to yourself. Is it possible Sukuna sent him something anyway? Only one way to find out.

With your mind made up and your heart pounding, you press on your boss’ contact and wait for him to answer, each dial tone making your anxiety peak. Finally, he answers. “V, Thank God!” he exclaims. “I’ve been calling you for hours! Where the hell have you been?! The agents that I put on the Sukuna case told me you’re at the party and Sukuna’s file is gone. V, are you there right now?”

You don't answer for a moment, too busy staring at the diamond sitting next to your discarded mask. Both signs of your failure. Tears begin to rise to the surface again, but this time, only one falls. You can’t fool yourself anymore.

“V!” your boss shouts. “V, answer me! Where are you right now?”

“I’m sorry, boss,” you choke out, wiping your cheek. “I’m going to have to resign.”

TO BE CONTINUED.

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Fools Rush In (Roman Reigns)

SUMMARY: Nessa wasn’t looking for love, neither was Joe, but when you know, you know. Isn’t it funny how fate work?

*DISCLAIMER: This is a multi-part series. I do not own any of the characters in the writing except for the OCs. The book uses actual names of wrestlers. Josh is Jey, Jon is Jimmy, Trinity is Naomi, Joe is Roman. The book is not realistic and does not take place during real events, but some actual events (matches, storylines) could pop up in the story eventually. I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REPOST MY WRITINGS ANYWHERE. THAAAAAANKS. *

PAIRING: Roman Reigns x Black OC

TROPE: Love At First Sight

WARNINGS: N/A

WORD COUNT: 1904

CHAPTER ONE

It was supposed to be a Girls’ Night for Nessa and Isabel. The plan was dinner and a movie, but now they wanted drinks. So they found themselves in a popular nightclub here in Miami. They approached the well-lit bar, their eyes visually drinking up the mountain of alcohol in front of them. “So,” Nessa breathes. “What do you want? The first round is on me.” The brunette turns her attention to her best friend. Her fingers excitedly tap the counter. “Are we feeling darks or clears?” She presses.

“Yes,” Isabel answers with a breathy laugh.

“Girl, I can’t drink like that anymore.” Nessa giggles. The statement wasn’t far from the truth. The last time she mixed her liquors, she woke up to potentially blackmailing videos on her phone. Never again. Nessa hums softly, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder. “Let’s play it safe with clears. Vodka?” She asks. Isabel grimaces.

“Tequila?” She answers with a question.

They exchange stares in silence for a moment before putting their fists out. They shake them four times. “Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” They say in unison, throwing out different hand gestures. Nessa’s fist remains tight while Isabel’s hand is open. Paper beats rock.

“Lo siento, mi amor!” She exclaims while closing her hand around Nessa’s fist. “Maybe next time.” She turns her attention toward the bartender passing off shots to some nearby clubbers. “Two shots of Teremana, please!” The bartender nods at her request and turns to grab the bottle from the alcohol mountain. “With lime,” she adds with a smile. “Yeah.” she nods slightly.

Nessa shakes her head at the petite Latina. It was never a dull moment with her lively best friend. She turns over her left shoulder to grab her wallet from her back pocket but is halted by dark eyes watching her a few feet down. A smirk curls onto the lips of this bearded man once caught. Anxiety would rush through Nessa’s veins like electricity, causing slight chest pains for her.

Oh, he is handsome, she thought.

The bar lights lit his features well, the shadows chiseling out his bone structure. His hair laid against his head flat, pulled up into a bun, the sides shaved. He looks groomed—at least from here, he did.

“Ness,” Isabel calls, snapping Nessa out of the trance she was in.

The distracted woman turns her attention back to her friend, forgetting all about grabbing her wallet. “Yeah?” She asks. Isabel gestures towards the two shots in front of her. The bartender standing before them waited impatiently for a payment. “Oh shit, sorry.” She mutters, reaching into her back pocket for her wallet. A tan hand appears in front of her, a black credit card between two large fingers.

“Put it on my tab.” A deep voice says right above her ear. “I have their drinks all night.” He adds. The bartender eyed the black card in the man’s hand before taking it.

“What’s the name?” She asks.

“Joe.” He answers. Just as Nessa turns to look at the man, he lowers his hand for her to shake. “Nice to meet you.” He says to her with a half-grin. Behind her, she could hear the sounds of approval from her best friend at the tall man.

Ness takes the warm hand, shaking it slightly. His hands were rough, a sure indication of a hardworking man. She now wonders what he does. Construction? Maybe. Architect? Possibly. “Vanessa—Nessa for short.” She says finally. He presses his lips into a thin grin and nods his head once at her.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Nessa.” He says, opting for the shorter version of her name. Mentally, she was happy he did. She preferred it over her full name. She felt more like a Nessa than Vanessa. They would continue to shake hands slightly while gazing at each other, both not realizing that they were still doing it. Isabel would watch them curiously from behind Nessa. She gawked over the man’s size. In height, he towered over her and her friend. She could tell he was very fit. She’s now wondering if he has a regimen he’d be willing to share.

“It’s a pleasure,” Nessa says, finally looking away from the chocolate-brown eyes that entranced her. Her eyes find their hands still wrapped around each other’s, and she drops it. She would peer up at him from the side, noticing his eyes still on her. Her heart began to soar at the sight. My, this man was overwhelmingly attractive.

“Thank you for the drinks!” Isabel would say suddenly. Nessa clears her throat and nods.

“Yeah, thanks. You didn’t have to do that.” She says, chiming in.

“Well, I had to find a reason to come over here.” He explains with a shrug. “It’s no problem.” Silence would fall between the pair, causing Nessa to look ahead. She wasn’t too good at talking to men. It was only a matter of time before she said something to chase him off, or he realized she was not what he was looking for—whatever that may be.

“So…” Isabel chimes in. “Joe, what brings you here?”

“My cousins. Nightclubs aren’t really my thing, but they wouldn’t take no for an answer.” He confesses. “What about you two? Here with anyone?” He asks. His second question is for Nessa. Joe hoped to God she wasn’t here with anyone. If she was, his efforts to know her would be in vain.

“It’s a Girl’s Night,” Nessa says, opting out of his second question.

“But are you here with anyone?” He asks, now directly asking her.

Isabel smiled at the interaction, mentally hoping Nessa would take what he was giving. Meeting guys in the club wasn’t the safest idea, but he seemed pretty sober to her. At the moment, she sees no warning lights flashing above his head. “I’m married,” Isabel says, jumping in again. If she could do anything for her best friend right now, it would be to set her up with this fine specimen of a man. She leans into her best friend, nudging her to speak up.

Nessa turns to Isabel briefly, her eyes widening before returning to Joe. “I’m not.” She says finally.

“A lucky guy at all?” He asks.

“No.”

“Lucky me.” He smiles, revealing perfectly white teeth. “Bartender,” He calls out, waving his hand. The same one that served us earlier approaches us. “Another round for us, please.” He says, whirling his index finger in the air.

Joe spoke with a swagger Nessa had never heard from a man. He radiated so much confidence. If he looks like that, how can you blame him? She’s now cycling through possible professions again. Lawyer, maybe. Doctor, no. Athlete, strong possibility. The poor girl was guessing everything but a serial killer. Nessa would take a glance down at his right hand. No ring, no ring tan. He was an unmarried man himself.

“Lucky girl?” She asks suddenly.

“Hm?” He hums, his thick brows lifting.

“I said, is there a lucky girl?” She repeats, leaning in towards him. Joe looks at her, quickly shaking his head.

“No, not for a little over a year now.” He answers, giving her more info than she was seeking. He reaches down to grab one of the three shots before them. He tosses it down the hatch, his jaw clenching and unclenching at the taste and burn. His last relationship wasn’t one he preferred to talk about. Though he should’ve been mad at his ex, he couldn’t blame anyone but himself. He’s gone most of the year; who’d want to stay with someone they barely see?

“Are you from here?” She asks.

“No, I’m from Pensacola.” And there it was. Joe was from another city. One that happened to be six hundred miles away from here. He was here for vacation, here for fun. She was not interested in that. “What about you?”

“I’m local.” She breathed, her shoulders shrugging as she spoke. “Been here my entire life.” She adds now reaching to grab her shot. She tosses it back slowly, her eyes closing slightly. She places the glass on the counter.

“That—.”

“Look,” She says suddenly. “I’m sure you’re a great guy and all, and I really hate to assume, but I’m not looking for a hookup.” She looks around. “Especially here.” She looks at him with a shake of her head. “Not a smart idea.”

Joe’s eyes venture away from her face, his eyes now on the bar counter. His large fingers would curl against the surface while he chose his words. “I understand.” He says, nodding. He lifts his hand, his palm up and open. “I’m not much of—of a hookup person myself.” He explains looking over at her. “I barely know how to do that kind of stuff—the pickup lines and whatnot.” He explains, leaning towards her slightly.

“Right,” Nessa nods.

“My cousins tried to teach me, but I’m not really feeling it, you know what I mean? I’ve never been one to do that.” He was now rambling, his anxiety starting to spike. Maybe he shouldn’t have come out. He can already hear Jon and Josh teasing him for not being able to pick up women. It should come easy to him with the way he looked, but how he looked and who he was were two completely different people. He stops himself, a slow blink to follow while he gathers himself. Just talk, Joe, he thinks. He takes a breath. “I just figured I’d come over and introduce myself, maybe find a reason to come back to this place. Miami is a bit scary after a certain hour with all of the…colorful people.” She chuckles at that, receiving a grin from him in return. Maybe he was winning her over again. “Maybe I can get your number instead?” He proposes.

Nessa watches him for a moment, her eyes searching for ill intent she’d never find. He did seem like a sweet guy; at least she was hoping he was. Isabel was staring a hole in the back of Nessa’s head. Surely this woman has some sense. If she didn’t give this man her number, she was going to give her a piece of her mind after (and maybe sneak her number to him behind her back).

“Uh,” Nessa starts.

“Perra, dale tu número.” Isabel hisses, pinching her side. Nessa shrinks away from the pinch, looking back at her friend who was glaring at her.

“Sure, why not.” She says, looking at Joe. A large smile would spread across his face as he fished his phone out of his coat pocket. She’d take the warm phone, putting in her info as a contact. She passes the phone back to him. “Don’t make me regret it.” She warns him.

“I won’t.” He says, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “Thank you,” He nods, looking between her and her friend. “I’ll let you ladies get back to your Girls Night. Remember, your drinks are on me. Be safe.” He says, walking off to find his cousins. Nessa and Isabel both watched as he vanished into the crowded space that was the dance area.

“I can’t believe you almost fumbled that!” She exclaims. “That man is fine, fit, and looks rich, mi amoré, okay? Alex is lucky I love him, because that one would’ve gotten fu—.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Nessa snips.

CHAPTER 2

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A/N: so…fancy seeing you here LMAO. Should’ve seen it coming tbh. This is the first chapter of another little fanfic I have tucked away. I hope you like it!

#roman reigns fanfic #roman reigns #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns fic #roman reigns fluff #wwe fanfiction #wwe fic #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns x black oc

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steve-language-rogers · 9 months ago

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Should Have Known Better

A pool day with the Avengers causes Steve to figure out your secret. Hurt/comfort. Steve Rogers x f!reader. Steve being so sweet and protective and perfect. Set sometime when all the Avengers (including Bucky) are happy and living in the tower together. Reader is also an Avenger. Oneshot. 3.6k.

Tw: Reader is being abused by an unspecified male someone close to her. Dissociation. Bruises. Anxiety. Please take care of yourself if this content may trigger you.

A/N: This is my first fic and has been in my notes a LONG time. Wrote it for myself when I was going through something tough and figured there might be others who could use a lil fictional man comfort.

18+ only. Minors DNI. I do not consent to my work being translated, reposted, put on other platforms, or stolen.

GIF by @buckyscombatboots

You should have known better.

Some snide remark you make with a mischievous look at Tony about being a little rusty after his bad dive into the water would come back to bite you in the ass. He's the king of snide remarks, and no insults, no matter how playful, go unpunished. Most of the time, you took his teasing as a sign that he liked you. Today, the consequences of his taunting were much more than you bargained for.

August in Manhattan was scorching, so the team was lounging at the Tower's rooftop pool for a rare day of relaxation. You used to love swimming, but you chose to stay dry in your coverup for a reason��a good reason.

However, Tony could never have known this. A few drinks later and, "You know what makes iron rust faster, Y/N, water!" The next thing you knew you were pushed from the edge of the pool straight into the water.

Gasps of disbelief and giggles filled the air from the team, alongside a lightly chastising, "Tony!" from Steve. When you got your head back to the surface, you shrieked at him with indignation, a smiling tugging on your lips as you pulled yourself back onto the edge. Thankfully, it had all happened too fast and the water made too much of a splash for them to have seen your skin when you went under.

"You'll pay for that when you're least expecting it, Stark," you warned, stamping your soaked feet inside.

"Y/N, where are you going?" asked Natasha., smiling You paused in the doorway.

"To dry off..." you say with a laugh, said as if it was obvious.

"Why don't you just take your coverup off and dry off in your bathing suit out here?" Bucky offered.

"Uhh...I don't want to get sunburned," you explained lamely.

"Sugar, there's an umbrella five feet away from you," said Sam.

"C'mon, no one's gonna judge you if your six pack isn't a defined as Thor's." Tony joked. Thor wiggled his eyebrows at Bruce, who shook his head in exasperation.

"Guys, just let her go," Steve defended.

Your response rushes out of your mouth and you shift your weight from foot to foot, "I'd really rather just dry this off inside quickly. I'll be right back." You turn and continue into the room, and turn to close the door after you, only to be stopped by Steve.

"Right behind you!" he called out, "I just have to grab something quickly," he smiled.

You held the door open for him and gazed up at his sweet expression, hoping he couldn't see how your eyes sparkle for him. "You didn't have run, Steve. I would've waited for you."

"Well," he tilts his head shyly, "I know, but I didn't want to hold you up," he says. "I know you didn't want to get wet today and I'm sure you're uncomfortable." Ugh, why did he always have to be so conscientious?

"Plus," he whispers, leaning close to your ear, "you're dripping all over Tony's expensive hardwood." He meets your eyes with a teasing gaze and nudges your elbow before heading down the hall.

You walk as quickly as you can to the closest bathroom, trying your best not to drip all over the place. Since you're wearing a bathing suit under your coverup, you don't bother to close the door as you strip off the garment and start drying it with a hair dryer.

You should have known better.

The loud whir of the dryer prevents you from hearing Steve's footsteps as he returns. "Y/N?" he calls. You don't notice him approaching until he right on the other side of the doorway. "You can wear this if you wan–what the fuck?"

Shit! You slam the bathroom door shut but it's too late. You know he's already seen the purple and yellow bruises covering most of your ribcage and abdomen.

In typical protective Cap fashion, the door instantly yanks back open as he storms in. Does Steve respect his teammates privacy more than any of the other Avengers? Yes. But his concern for their safety always takes precedence over privacy.

His eyes are wide, his brows are furrowed, and his mouth is hanging open. His whole body is tensed and you can see that Cap quickly replaced easygoing Steve the moment he caught sight of you.

"What the fuck happened to you, Y/N? Why are you covered in bruises like you've been beaten to shit?!" You squeeze your eyes shut and turn your face away from him. He's sounds mad. In a different situation, you'd have the wherewithal to know that he's just scared for you.

After recognizing your fear, he takes a deep breath to calm himself and softens his voice. His eyes are trained on you, desperately searching for a hint as to what's going on. Stepping closer to you and placing his hand gently on your arm, he asks again, "Y/N, what happened to cause all of these bruises?" His anger has dissipated from his words, but the question hold just as much authority as anytime Cap speaks.

"Steve, please" you whimper, trying to back away from the intensity of his gaze. "Please don't worry about it, it's nothing," you beg. You're staring at the marble counter, the tiled wall, even the damn wet coverup that started all of this as you attempt to avoid his gaze.

It's completely futile, as always when Steve is concerned about you and won't relent. "Y/N," he holds your jaw lightly, forcing you to face him, "I need you to tell me how you got those bruises."

The statement is final. You know he knows that they're not from a mission (he reads every report to make sure no one has gotten injured) and that he's not going to believe they're from some clumsy accident (he's had too many bruises himself and can tell what kind of marks a targeted attack leaves).

You can't tell him the truth. You close your eyes again to avoid his gaze, "It's fine Steve, they're almost healed," you say to try to deflect the question. He still doesn't let up.

"Y/N, did someone do this to you?" he asks, already half-sure of the answer. Your silence confirms his suspicions. He lowers his voice as soft as it can go, knowing what the next question will do to you. "Did someone close to you do this to you?" he asks.

Your eyes pop open involuntarily. You feel trapped and screwed because he knows–how did he know?

The instant he sees terror in your gaze, his heart breaks for you. How could he not have known? You're frozen in shock, reactionless. He moves his hand to the back of your head, caressing your hair and bringing your face into his chest. His other arm wraps around your back, soothingly rubbing circles on it as he hugs you into him. "Oh, Y/N..." is all he can say for a moment, his voice wavering with the pain he feels for you and the guilt he feels for not seeing the signs sooner.

Tears stream down your cheeks but your face is frozen still in worry. You couldn't break down sobbing now to save your life if you needed to. It felt like your emotions just shut off completely. All you could do was hyperfocus on what you needed to do to keep yourself safe in that moment. Which was ridiculous, considering you were with Steve who had never, ever hurt you before. For some reason, danger still felt imminent.

Steve pulled back, cradling your face in his hands, brows furrowed with worry and eyes the slightest bit glossy. "You're safe now sweetheart. We're gonna keep you safe. I'm gonna keep you safe."

You nod because your brain tells you it's the right response. You're not sure if you're actually hearing anything he's saying. You register the feeling of his thumb, swiping across your cheek. He must see the glazed over look on your face. You think he calls your name a couple times and the next few minutes are blurry. You're breathing, breathing deeply and slowly with him. He's guiding you back to yourself.

You blink a couple of times as your awareness sharpens back into focus. "With me again sweetheart?" Steve asks, thumb still caressing your cheek. It's bad, he knows that. You need to see a professional right away, but he needs you conscious and present in your body first. "Y/N, I'm so sorry that this has happened to you. I'm never going to let it happen again. But right now, we really need to get you to a doctor."

You're shaking your head violently halfway through his sentence. "No, no I don't need a doctor," you say instinctively.

"Sweetheart, I've seen bruises like this before and we need to make sure that nothing is broken," he says. "I can call in Bruce, or Helen, if you'd like. No one else on the team has to know if you don't want them to. But we need to make sure you're okay."

"Okay?" you ask, confused. "He's going to know, he always says I can't go to a doctor or the hospital, that they won't even treat me because nothing is wrong and he'll be so mad if I do it, I promised not to." The look in your eyes is wild, but you're speaking in sentences again and Steve takes this as a good sign. What you're saying is an entirely different story. But if he wants to help you, he can only take it one step at a time.

"He's never going to find out, I promise. Okay? You're not even going to leave the building, just downstairs in the medbay. No paperwork, no records, nothing. I'll stay with you if you want." You don't look convinced. "I promise he'll never know, alright? Do you trust me when I say that?" he asks, hoping to appeal to your rational side.

"Steve, I–I... he always finds out everything I try to keep from him. Why would this time be any different?" you're desperate and terrified, and Steve wants to rip that guy's throat out for everything he's done to make you like this.

"Sweetheart, because this time you have a team of superheroes and spies who are behind you," Steve says with a small smile.

This is what gets through to you. Your gaze flickers between his eyes, and your brows are still taught with fear. Slowly, however, you nod your head and say, "Okay Steve."

Relief floods his face as he pulls you back in for a gentle hug. "It's gonna be alright," he promises. You want to believe him so badly.

Thank you for reading! Comments & reblogs are always appreciated. If I can help anyone feel comforted by this, I'll have done my job<3

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jessybarnes · 2 years ago

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Fixer Upper

Pairing - Mechanic!Jensen x Single Mom!Reader

Rating - 18+ Only! Minors DNI

Tags - Angst, Anxiety, Fluff, SMUT, broke down car, walking alone on a deserted road, being a single mom, mentions of an ex, mentions of abuse, NSFW gifs, unprotected sex, reader on top, Jensen on top, and I think that’s it, but let me know if I need to add more to the tags.

Word Count - 2.4k

Beta - @winecatsandpizza

Fic Aesthetic - Yours truly

A/N - This is a repost from my old Tumblr account. I am in the process of transferring all of my fics over to this blog. I hope you enjoy! :)

“Dammit!”

You slammed the driver’s door to your car and kicked it for good measure. A new car was definitely a need, but who could afford one in this economy? Much less a tow truck and a mechanic. To top it all off, your AAA membership you had expired a month ago. Part of you wanted to just set the hunk of metal on fire, but that would make you feel better for all of five minutes before you’d really be shit out of luck.

The afternoon sun reflected off the hood as you reached for the release latch. As soon as you lifted it up, hot grey smoke poured out making you cough.

“Well, that’s just fuckin’ perfect. Icing on the damn cake.”

You put your hands on your hips and turned to look at the long stretch of highway that went in both directions. Not only was your car broken down on the side of the road, but the nearest town was at least twenty minutes in both directions. To make things even more annoying, your phone had died about ten minutes before your car did so it looked like the only thing left to do was to start walking.

Grabbing your keys and purse, you locked the car and started walking along the shoulder of the road. At least it was nice out, not a cloud in the sky, and fairly warm. The faint feeling of a summer breeze blew strands of hair out behind you as your car became smaller and smaller in the distance. A fence came into view after about fifteen minutes of walking, and if you were being honest with yourself, it was pretty inviting.

You brushed one of the wooden planks off and plopped down on it with a sigh. Maybe your Mother was right, maybe you should have moved back in with her until you could get back on your feet. But no, you just had to be stubborn and prove to her that you could make it on your own as a single mother. Swallowing your pride wasn’t something that came easily for you. So, you’d do what you always do and find a way to fix whatever was broken.

Just as you were about to get up and start walking again, a red Chevy truck came into view. You had never thought about hitchhiking, but the thought of it driving past seemed worse than the former. Your hands waved to get the driver’s attention and then gave him room to pull off on the shoulder of the road. What you weren’t expecting was the most gorgeous man you have ever seen get out and approach you.

“Everything okay, ma’am?”

Your mind was still reeling from the fact that this man was talking to you when you realized he’d asked you a question.

“Umm yeah, I uhh…my car broke down and my phone died so umm…I was just going to walk until I found civilization.”

A look of concern flashed across his face as he looked around.

“How long have you been out here walking? I don’t see a car anywhere.”

You shrugged like it was no big deal and gestured in the direction of your unreliable hunk of metal.

“Cars a ways that way. I’ve been walking for maybe twenty minutes? I don’t know. I kinda lost track of time.”

The man shook his head and looked firmly down at you.

“Yeah, I’m not letting a pretty lady walk alone on this stretch of road. At least let me take you and your car back to my shop. You look like you could use a break.”

Did you die and go to Heaven? There is no way that you got this lucky. The one car you see on this deserted road turns out to be a mechanic and he’s this good-looking? Yeah, no, things like this didn’t happen to you.

“Thank you, sir. I don’t have much money, but I can give you what I have for gas.”

He shook his head again and opened the passenger side door.

“Please, call me Jensen. I don’t want your money, sweetheart. It sounds like you need it more than I do.”

“Thanks, and you can call me Y/N.”

You smiled at him and climbed into the cab of his truck. The ride to your car and back to his shop took less time than you anticipated. You quickly found yourself warming up to Jensen. He radiated kindness and you felt like you’d known him for years. You told him you were a single mother, and how your daughter was staying with your parents until you got yourself moved into your new apartment. Mentions of your ex came up, but you tried to avoid delving too much into your past life with Tanner. He’d been abusive, and you pushed those memories to the back of your mind at all costs.

Jensen pulled his truck into a big open yard and you noticed an arched sign that read Singer’s Auto stood high above the entrance. He lowered your car to the ground and unhooked it from the hitch before leading you inside.

“Can I get you something to drink? I’ve got water, coffee, sweet tea, whiskey, rum, and any type of soda you can imagine.”

For the first time all day, your smile met your eyes. This man was too good to be true. If only you could be in a relationship with something this amazing. Jensen had to be either gay or unavailable because there was no way he was single with a personality like this. Let alone his looks.

“I’d like some sweet tea, please. Thank you so much for doing all this. I’m sure you’ve got a family to get home to, and the last thing you probably wanted to do today was help a hitchhiker and her piece of shit car.”

The confused look he gave you made you instantly regret your words. Here was this man going out of his way to help you, and your brain-to-mouth filter probably just fucked everything up. You didn’t want him to think that you didn’t appreciate everything.

“Don’t get me wrong, Jensen. I appreciate everything you’re doing for me, but I just have this mindset where I wait for the other shoe to fall. I’ve never really done well in the relationship department, and I’ve always been let down eventually. You’ve only just met me and you don’t need this kind of turmoil. I should probably go. I don’t want to cause any more trouble.”

It took a moment for Jensen to get his bearings, but once he did you felt his hand gently grab your wrist. He slowly spun you around to face him, and his eyes bore into yours with a fire you hadn’t seen on a man before.

“Whoa, whoa, sweetheart wait a minute. Can’t a guy just help a beautiful lady out without her thinking she’s being a burden? Y/N, listen, I’m not doing this because I feel like I have to. I’m doing this because I want to. There’s just something about you, something that draws me in, and I can’t seem to put a finger on it.”

For a few minutes, you both were silent. Staring into each other’s eyes with such intensity made you want to look away, but something stronger kept your gaze locked onto his. Ever so slowly, Jensen closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss you. His kiss ignited a fire in your core that had been dormant for as long as you could remember.

When he pulled away, his pupils were just as lust blown as your own. Soon you were pushed against the nearest wall, his work uniform becoming disheveled along with your outfit.

“I don’t know what it is Jensen, but I have never wanted someone so much in my life. I only just met you, and the thoughts I’m having scare me, but at the same time it’s thrilling.”

Your hands came to rest on his muscular chest as his hands cupped your face.

“It scares the shit out of me too, Y/N, but I really want this,”

Jensen admitted as he continued to devour your body with his eyes.

“Do you want this as much as I do? If you don’t, we can stop. I’ll fix your car and we can both be on our way. If you’d let me, though, I’d love to show you what it’s like to have a real man, Y/N.”

Instead of answering him, you pressed your lips firmly against his. Immediately his arms traveled down your small frame and came to rest on the back of your thighs. Without breaking the kiss, you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist. His clothed erection pressed against your pussy making a small moan escape your mouth.

Jensen began leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He grabbed one of your breasts in each hand and began to massage them gingerly, his thumbs grazing over your nipples making them harden instantly.

“You have entirely too many clothes on Y/N.”

You smirked and stepped away, slowly unbuttoning your shirt. It sent heat straight to your core seeing the effect you had on Jensen. His eyes roamed your body like a starving man, and the arousal in his pants was hard to miss.

“You know, I’m no expert on lovemaking, but I’m pretty sure it’s easier to do when you’re naked, Jensen.”

A low growl escaped his throat as he stalked toward you like he was a predator. He picked you up and flung you over his shoulder making you squeal.

“Jensen! Put me down! Where are we going?!”

“Bedroom.”

The one simple word held many promises as he climbed the stairs with ease. Seconds later you were placed gingerly on the comforter of his bed. He only left you for a moment to turn the light off and shut the door, and then he was on you again. His calloused hands pushed your shirt off your shoulders and slowly pulled it off each of your arms.

Even though he was undressing you agonizingly slow, you relished in the fact that a man was paying this much attention to you. Your ex was a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of guy who was only interested in getting off before going back to his video games. Your mind completely forgot about your ex as soon as Jensen pulled down your bra exposing your breasts, his lips closed over one of your hardened nipples greedily sucking into his mouth.

“Mmmm Jay … Fuck that feels so good”

He moved to the other nipple paying it as much attention before leaving a trail of kisses down to your navel.

“You’re so beautiful Y/N”

Jensen made quick work of the rest of your clothes before taking his off as well. If you thought he was gorgeous with clothes on, he was even more glorious without them. Perfect was the only description appropriate for the man that stood before you.

“C’mere Jensen. I won’t bite.”

You winked at him invitingly, and he let out this full-body laugh that was contagious.

“Y/N I don’t know if I believe that.”

He climbed onto the bed and positioned his body over yours before pulling you in for another kiss. His tongue swept your lower lip asking for permission which you granted almost immediately. Your body arched up, his cock hard as a rock pressing against your leg.

“Please … need you.”

Jensen smirked against your pulse point, grinding himself along your slick folds.

“Gonna have to be a little more specific Princess. Where do you need me exactly?”

If you could form a coherent thought you’d make a smart-ass comment, but right now you barely knew your name. Much less able to speak in full sentences.

“Fuck me, Jay! Wanna feel your cock inside me. Please!”

Jensen lined himself up and slowly thrust inside you, his cock filling you up inch by inch was almost enough to make you cum right then. It had been a while since you’d been with a man, and he hadn’t prepped you.

“Unnghh fuck … you’re so wet and tight for me, Y/N.”

Your nails dug into his biceps, his forehead resting on yours as you both got used to each other.

“Make love to me, Jay.”

Ever so slowly, he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into you. His moans were barely heard over your cries of need. The steady rhythm of his cock hitting your sweet spot made the coil in your lower belly tighter and tighter. You wouldn’t last long with him like this, and you wanted desperately to make him cum with you.

“Let me ride you, Jensen.”

The look he gave you was almost primal. In a matter of seconds, he had flipped over onto his back and helped you sink down onto his throbbing length.

“Christ, Y/N, I’m not gonna last like this.”

Using the muscles in your thighs, you rose up off his cock and looked deeply into his eyes.

“Neither will I, Jay. Want you to cum with me.”

His hands held onto your sides as you began to ride him. His hips rose to meet yours, thrusting his cock deeper into your soaked cunt, and pretty soon he was completely in control again. Your cries echoed off the walls as your climax neared.

“J-Jay! I … I’m so close baby! Please … make me cum!”

One of his hands left your side and began rubbing circles around your clit.

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

Seconds later, he felt your walls tighten around his cock, as you both fell over the edge together. Your chest heaved as you aid beside him on the bed. He covered you up before cradling your face and kissing you sweetly.

Jensen pulled away, his smile met his eyes as he looked at you with nothing but love.

“So, how about some sweet tea?”

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misserabella · 2 years ago

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stray. pt.4

joel miller! x fem! reader

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summary; after saving Joel and Ellie from the brink of death, you get caught with having to live with two more strays.., and you don't do strays.

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡either ways, i hope y'all like it. <3

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warnings; eventual +18 content! MINORS DONT INTERACT IN THE CHAPTERS WHERE IT IS IMPLIED IN THE WARNINGS and smut, mentions of death, possible deaths, blood, fighting, angst, fluff..

warnings for chapter 4; as always reader being a bad bitch, guns, blood, fighting, clickers, wounds, weapons, threats, torture, murder, deaths, s3xual @ssault (no r@pe) , mentions of r@pe, tension, arguing, cursing, anxiety, angst angst angst, loss, mourning, ptsd…

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“You’re not going.”

“But why?!” Ellie whines, shaking her hands. Exasperated.

“ ‘Cause you’d get me killed, brat.” you were packing on Larry’s house. You had a mission on the nearest city, a dirty job, but a good job. “Have you forgotten that you’re the most wanted kid in the entire world right now?” you ask her and she closes her mouth on a thin line. “Right.”

You roll your eyes, getting your water bottles and food to put them inside.

“It’s too dangerous even for you, y/n.” Larry says, sighing, tired. You two had been arguing about it for hours now.

“Larry. I’ve already tell you. If I get that motor for Maria she has promised to send us weekly food and resources. That could really help us out here, even more after this season…” you repeat, over and over again. He knows it’s a good deal. A deal you cannot pass on.

“But those men…” he tries, he really tries, but you are stubborn.

“Those men are nothing. I can take them.” you respond, and he doesn’t seem happy.

“No. Joel is going with you.” you look at him with a horrified look in your face. “Will you go with her. Joel?”

“No.”

“Sure.”

You look at him and he simply shrugs.

“FEDRA will be there.” you point out.

“I can use a cap.” you scoff.

“As if a cap would help you.”

“Believe me, they probably won’t even notice me. They’re mostly looking for Ellie, not me.” you sigh and Larry smiles, content. You hate him.

“If you die I’m leaving you behind.” you warn him and he nods.

“I hoped you would.”

What was that supposed to mean?

“Here.” Larry gives him a knife already sharpened and ready to cut. “You have a gun, am I right?” Joel nods and pats his back. “Okay. This mission needs to be quick. You get in there at night. Put them down slowly, no struggling and no shooting unless is necessary. We don’t want them to notice you’re there. You get the motor and you run, I’ll have Blair waiting for you with a car ready to get you back home, alright?”

“I still find it unfair. So he can go and I can’t?” Ellie whines and you give her a look that makes her cross her arms and huff, sitting back on Larry’s dinning table and taking a bite of his ham sandwich.

“Okay. I’m ready.” you say, hiding the last of your daggers on your ankles and wrists.

Joel takes his back and you two leave the house after having said your goodbyes. You had promised Lizzy to come back soon, in the mean time, she’ll have Ellie, since she’ll be staying with Larry.

You don’t talk to him, you hate it when people mess with your plans or things. You worked better off alone.

He followed you out of town and through the gates, the beep of the alarm on your backs letting you know it was newly locked.

Joel got on your left, and just tagged along. “We need to go up north a little bit and go right on the woods. Then we’ll get to the city. The most dangerous zone is a couple of km from here. There have been spotted various clickers.”

“Is there a way to avoid them?” he inquired.

“Sadly no. The safest way is right now completely occupied by a rebellion against FEDRA. They are really aggressive and don’t like outsiders.” you said.

“Tell me about it…” he muttered, remembering the first time Ellie and him were attacked while trying to get though one of those cities by car. “Well, it just means we’ll have to be more careful.”

“Just keep your eyes open and don’t stand on my way.”

He cocked his gun in a swift move.

“Copy that.”

“You got it?” you whispered, his arms extended and eyes focused on a stray infected on your way. You had walked around 2km and reached the dangerous and restricted zone. In a blink the infected was down. Shot straight to the head.

“I got it.”

Joel and you hadn’t talked much, only when necessary. It was normal. This silence in between the two of you. He didn’t know how to talk to you. You didn’t know either. Did you even want to?

He was a good fighter, not like you had suspected of their almost death the first time you had met him. He had a great stance, great aim. Maybe the fear of Ellie getting hurt had gotten the best of him. But that had been a mistake that could have cost him everything. Although you could understand.

“Let’s go.” he said, going to take a step forward, but before he could, you were dragging him backwards and in a quick movement pressing him against the wall. The building was cold and dark, creaks could be heard every now and then, and the paper of the walls was falling apart. Some bits stuck to his jacket. “What-“

You pressed a hand to his mouth, your eyes never meeting his but the door next to the both of you. Joel’s eyes did the same, and his chest got stuck in a new breath when he finally heard it. You were tightly pressed against him, trying to not be seen. The big heavy steps came closer, the sound of rotten flesh shifting with every thud. The bloater came into your point of view and you gritted your teeth.

Motherfuckers. You hated them. Every and each one of them. More than any type of infected. It had been a long time since you had seen one. A year to be exact. You knew it wasn’t the same bloater that had tore apart Laura. It couldn’t be. But you felt your blood rush, boil, the need to destroy him just like he had destroyed your most important person in the world.

But with that rage came too the fear. The panic. Your body froze, and your limbs shook. The images of that ominous day coming to your mind like flowing acid water that left you with a knot on your throat.

Joel placed a hand over yours when he felt them tense against his chest. You looked at him due to the recent touch, his eyes stare into yours. Soft brown and caramel touch. ‘Breathe’, you could read on them. ‘I’ll kill them. All of them.’ he could read on yours, your mind strong against your body, who seemed to be about to fall apart.

That silence again. A full out loud conversation made just with stares.

‘It’s not worth it.’ he shook his head, pointing out the obvious danger. Where a bloater goes a million clickers could appear.

You let go of his mouth when you could no longer hear it. It had gotten lost in the building once again, away from you. His hand was still on yours, his heartbeat bellow your palm. He was alive. He was here. You were not alone. This was not the past. Laura was dead. Joel was alive.

You got away from him as if he was burning and you were gasoline, about to combust.

He was alive. You were not alone.

That made your blood run cold, freeze in your veins and make you ache. Bitter and sweet, like lemonade on a fresh cut.

“Let’s go.” you said, and he looked at you, when you were about to walk away taking you from your hand and making you stop.

“Let’s go through the fire scape.” he pointed at the windows, where you could see the steps and stairs.

“It could fall apart. The erosion could have bitten it apart.” you said, and he pursed his lips, thinking.

“Could be. But if we continue we’ll meet the bloater again.” he argued and you rolled your eyes.

“Then we’ll kill it.” you said, and he gave you an stern look.

“It’s a suicide. We’re only two and with mere guns. We won’t be able to take it down.” you fight against his grip, as if you could prove a point, make him believe you were strong enough to take it alone. “y/n.” he said your name, and your body froze. “You’re still hurt. We can’t take the risk.” he said, and for once, you listened, ‘cause you muscles lost their tension and your skin softened under his touch. “Let’s try the fire scape.” you looked at him for what it seemed to be hours.

Follow me. Trust me. I’m here.

Your throat was aching to say fight more, stubborn as always. But you knew he was speaking the truth, and you had to take it even if it hurt your heart. Even if you couldn’t get your vengeance today.

“Fine. But if you fall it’s all your fault.” you said and he scoffed, letting you go as he walked towards the window that led to the fire scape and opened it. “You go first. I don’t have to die too for your stupidity.” you pointed out, crossing your arms over your chest.

“As you wish.” he shrugged and stepped outside, the fire scape not making even a sound. It was perfectly stable. “Told you so.” he smiled, cockily. You rolled your eyes.

“Shut up and move.” you said as you crossed the window to the other side and followed him.

The night quickly fell on your shoulders, and the city welcomed you with the remains of its busting energy. There were only a few people left on the streets, probably late workers getting ready to get home after an exhausting day.

You gave him a nod towards a hidden alley and he followed you with now his gun on hand. You managed to slowly open the door to the building where the motor was supposed to be stored, using a clip that has been seating on your hair. Joel was impressed, but again, this was a really hard world, and you learned things to adapt to it.

You slowly creaked open the door, gun looking right, then left. Clear.

Joel closed it behind his back when you waved your hand, stepping in. You cocked your head towards the right and started walking. The hallways were dark, dusty and old with multiple doors that you passed by as quickly and as carefully as you could, checking then one by one.

It was not long before you found the motor, after five minutes of searching room by room. It was in what it seemed to be an storage/meeting room, a really big one, with tables and a couple of sofas on the left. There were guns and bookcases and…

Next thing you knew, there was an arm around your neck. You choked, fighting the person that had attacked you. You heard Joel grunting at your back.

“Got him!” a male voice said, and you groaned as they dragged you further into the room, a girl snatched your gun away from you with a kick.

“Not as pretty as the one I’ve got.” the male at your back laughed, and your wrists were grabbed with his free and big hand, fingers digging on your skin and bruising it up. Your tries to kick him again were in vain, because in just a matter of seconds you were on the floor, his body pressing against you and making it hard to breath. The arm that surrounded your neck had retracted, his hand pushing your face against the floor. “Such a pretty little thing…” he smiled, and your heart jumped, a moan of pain leaving your lips when he tugged on your hair, bringing your face closer to him.

Joel was at your right, in the same position as you, fighting the buffer man on top of him.

“Don’t touch her!” he said, but he got kicked on the face by a blonde hair, breaking up his lip with her combat boot. Joel hissed and she laughed.

“You really thought it could be that easy? Get in here and walk right out?” she scoffed, taking a step closer to you and kneeling just the slightest to catch your face in between his fingers, fiercely digging her nails on your skin. “Who do you work for?” she asked, and you simply spat on her face, making her close her eyes and fall silent for a couple of seconds before she smirked, looking at you with malice in her eyes.

“Bob.” he simply said, and you had to watch as the man on top of Joel took his head and bashed it against the floor, making a breech open on his forehead.

“No!” you screamed, but you got silenced with a punch so strong that made your ears ring.

“Hey! Don’t touch her face! I want her all pretty for me later.” the man pinning you to the floor said, and the girl stood up, a golf stick now shinning brightly in between her hands.

“You bitch…” you said, and she smiled.

“Better watch what you say… Wouldn’t want your boyfriend here to pay for it, right?” she teased, and swung at his ribs, making his face contort in pain and a groan leave his lips. “Who. do. you. work. for?” she asks, Joel this time, and he doesn’t answer. “Fine.” she swung again, but this time he hit his head, blood pouring on his skin.

“Get off me! Get the fuck off me!!!!” you screamed at the guy pinning you down, fighting him off as she got Joel’s ribs, making him scream in pain. “Fuck!!!!!”

“I love the tough ones. Always the ones that cry the hardest on bed.” he said, and once again banged your head against the floor. “Should I make it quick?” he said, and Joel glared at him. “Maybe I could even do it right here, in front of your little friend. I bet he would love that, huh?” he said with a smirk, and you felt your skin crawl when his tongue met your neck, sucking there ‘till you hissed.

“I’ll fucking kill-“

Your eyes widened when Joel was cut off by another swing to the head.

You screamed when he slumped against the floor, blood dripping onto the floor from the wound on his forehead, which got bigger. “You’re gonna fucking die!” your gaze was strong, your words directed to the girl that now walked towards you with an amused smirk on her face. “Fucking bitch, I’m gonna-“

But you moaned in pain when she kicked you on your side, three times, making you curl on yourself and knocking the air out of your lungs.

“What did you say? You ‘want me to kill him’?” she mocked you, cocking her head, stepping back towards Joel.

“Finish him off, already, Jade. We’ve got things to do.” the brunette girl that had kicked your gun away and now stood guarding the door said, making the blonde roll her eyes.

“You’re always so fucking boring, Ray. You never let me have fun.” she pouted.

“Joel, wake up.” you said, fighting to get away, trying to make him come back to you and live. “ WAKE THE FUCK UP!” you screamed, your breathing ragged.

Your blood was rushing through your veins, burning you from the inside out. Your whole body trembled and shook.

“Yeah. That’s right. Watch the little rat die. I promise you will be right behind, pretty girl.” the boy on your back said, whispering and kissing your ear. You felt the urge to vomit. “But we’ll have a little bit of fun before though, what do you think, hm?” your eyes landed on the gun scattered just a couple inches away from you. “I promise I’ll be good to you…” he said, one of his hands now leaving your head and pulling aside the neck of your shirt to reveal more skin, his hips grinding against your ass.

Big fucking mistake.

“I won’t.” you spat and with a quick movement for your leg you rolled on yourself, hit his legs that straddled you. He lose balance, falling at your right. With a quick swift of your hand you had your dagger in hand the one that had been hiding on the ankles of your pant and that now you dug on the neck of the asshole that had been touching you just mere seconds ago.

He let out a scream that soon turned into a gurgling mess of blood and gasps that couldn’t fill his lungs.

“Axel!” Ray was quick to react, gun and hand and finger pulling the trigger to shoot at you, but you dodged it by rolling on the floor.

Her body was the next one to hit the floor, your dagger perfectly placed in between her two eyebrows. She was lying in a pool of her own blood by the time you got to your gun, but you groaned when one of the last two standing shoot at it and pushed it away from your reach.

You stood up as quickly as you could dodging multiple of missed bullets. You went straight to the guy, that had been pinning Joel to the floor and that now stood on his feet, your legs aching at the effort.

“Finish that rat off!” he screamed at his blonde friend as he recharged his gun. He groaned and struggled with you as you fought for his gun once once you’ve taken a hold on it —a little trick you had learned years ago— twisting it to dodge a new bullet. He almost had it, though you were quicker than him and, once your eyes had found it lying in the floor not far away from you, you took ahold on a bat with nails that you supposed they had used to beat the shit out of others like you. It was the divine intervention that you needed.

At this point blood was decorating your skin in little freckles. A painting of death and revenge in the hands of the wrong artist. You were still thirsty for it, you were on the hunt for more. You couldn’t see, only red and the ghost of his bodies. Rage was taking ahold on you. Mind was turning blank.

Your veins screamed for death.

The nails dug on the side of his face as you swung, his eyes rolling back as his jaw falling slack. You could see some of them sticking through his cheek and onto his mouth.

You were sure to have hit the brain once he had fallen on his knees as you pulled from it, brain matter decorating your shoes. You took his gun, and with a quick twist of your body, you shot the last girl standing —which was the one who had been beating Joel with a golf stick— on the stomach before she could give him the final blow.

“Fucking bitch!” she groaned in pain, hands falling to the bleeding hole on his body.

You shot her again, this time to both his legs, making her fall, the golf stick clinking onto the floor. You were going to shoot again, somewhere that would hurt but not kill her yet, but the gun had ran out of bullets. You clicked your tongue and threw it aside, making a dent on the wall at your right.

You almost felt the need to laugh when you saw her crawling her way to the emergency door in the room, away from you and Joel’s semi-unconscious body, who slowly came back to his senses.

Your steps were the only sound filling the room as you approached her, her heavy breathing and pants adding to the melody of an incoming death.

You were gonna bash her fucking skull in.

When you got to her, you kicked her hard on the stomach, winning new stains on your dusty jeans. Maybe you’d leave them. Maybe you’d grow fond of them. Let’s see how many more you’d get after you were done with her.

You were breathing hard, your chest heaving with every puff of air you could get, though no oxygen seemed to be enough for your body, for your dizzy and gone mind.

Not again. Not again. Not again.

The scream that she left when you kicked her once again could made anyone shiver, but not you.

I’ll kill them. All of them.

She was finally on her back, bleeding out on your feet. And if you were someone else, you would have felt mercy. But you were just you.

So you rose the bat and swung, blood splattering all over your face and clothes when you did it again, and again, and again…

Your arms hurt, your lungs burned, your body shook…

She was already dead. But it was not enough.

No. Not this time. This time I’ll be strong enough. This time I won’t be left alone. This time he won’t die. Joel won’t die. Not him. Not again. Not like Laura did. He won’t…

And suddenly you could breath, strong arms surrounding you from the back and stopping you with force. You fought back his grip, his hushing, his soft voice promising that you were okay. That he was okay.

He could see it in your eyes. That fear. The same fear that he had fought for decades. The same demons.

He had seen them take a hold on you while you fought, he had seen you lost yourself on the blood.

“It’s okay.” he muttered, and you hands let go of the bat, your eyes fixed on the corpse in front of you, completely unrecognizable, your crimson hands, your messy clothes… “y/n.” he called out your name and your eyes swelled with tears that you fought to not let show… Your palms burned due to the friction of the wood, blisters rising up on the skin.

His eyes found yours when he turned you around and away from the bodies that you had left behind, trying to get you to focus on him.

He too had been through this. Through this rage, through this mourning and need for blood.

“I’m here.” he said, and just in case, repeated his words, slower, softer. “I’m here.” you slowly let him bring you into his arms, your cheek pressed against his heart, where you made sure that it was true. He was here. He was okay. He was alive. You were not alone.

And Joel made as if he had not noticed the way your hands had clutched and fisted his shirt, tugging him closer.

The look that Blair has given you when you had taken the motor back to the car was…, well it was an understatement.

She tried to make your eyes meet hers, gaze digging holes on your body. But you were too gone to say something. Too deep inside your head to be able to speak. You were staring at the nothingness, at the blood on your hands.

You didn’t recall the way back to the town, nor how you had ended up on the back along with Joel, who silently looked at you and made sure you were okay. You had always been silent, but this time it was different. You were as still as a corpse, your eyes lost and hands trembling every now and then. He didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know what was the right thing to do, the right thing to bring you back to the present, ‘cause it was obvious you were caught in between it and the so painful past that you always avoided.

The doors made a beep that let the car in as they opened and closed shut behind it, securing you inside. You were back home. You were safe. But were you? Was the person on your left safe for you?

Joel’s face was a mess. Busted lip, a cut on his right cheek that had already stopped bleeding, swelling eye, bleeding forehead… He had cuts all over his arm, the same arms in which you had been in between just a mere hours ago. The same arms that had made sure to stop you from falling apart.

“What the hell happened?!!” Larry was quick to approach the two of you in the middle of the night, being drawn by the noise of the car, flashlight on hand. Ellie was right behind, fully awake. It seems that she hadn’t been able to sleep at all, not when you and Joel weren’t around, when she wasn’t ‘safe’.

Ellie froze when she looked at you, Larry with eyes shot open. You were bathed in blood, new deaths weighing your body.

You didn’t look at them.

Joel explained, explained that you and him had been caught with your guards down, that the mission had went wrong before you had fixed it. Before you had killed all that people…

Larry took your face between his hands and you looked at him. His eyes were concerned, his hands inspecting for new wounds, for danger. You were okay. It wasn’t your blood. Then, he hugged you. He hugged you so hard you almost couldn’t breath. You were like a ghost in between his arms. Lifeless, lost. You mind had too much to think about, your mouth too little to say.

Ellie didn’t move. She couldn’t. Didn’t know how to react, how to move or talk. She could breath when Larry had promised that you were okay, that everything was okay. But her hands were shaking, and a pang of pain crossed your chest in fear that it was because of you. Was she scared? Had you finally become the same monster that had killed your family…, your friends?

The apartment was too cold. So cold you were freezing under your sticky clothes. Larry had made sure the three of you were back inside, secured, still shaken up by the thought that he could have almost lost you, lost a daughter.

That was when you started to move. Your feet unable to stop.

You didn’t know where you were going until your hands were on the handle to Laura’s door, didn’t even realized you had finally opened it after a year of solitude —or ignoring it was even there— too fearful to try and step inside.

Ellie, Larry and Joel were looking at you. Frozen in place, unable to move or speak as you closed the door at your back and buried yourself on your best friend for the longest time after her death.

It smell so much like her it made your eyes water. Her paintings and sketches all over the walls. Polaroids decorating the empty spaces, photos pf the two of you when everything was perfect —as perfect as it could be in a world like this—. Books left unfinished where left at the feet of her bed, her night table still had her favorite one left open on her favorite page. Alice in wonderland.

Your heart plummeted with your body on her bed, on her unmade bed that felt like giving her a hug, like having her close. That smelled like the stupid citrus stupid shampoo he used for her curly hair…

Your hands tugged on one of her pillows, your body curling around it trying to find her. Trying to find her warmth, her own beating heart. But you only could feel your own, your own shattering one.

You were staining the sheets with blood. Destroying that already broken place that you had been to scared to walk into. But you couldn’t care less. ‘Cause maybe that’s what would make you finally clean them up and put them inside her wardrobe, which peeked open at your right. Maybe…, this new blood could make you move on, even if it hurt.

You closed your eyes, ignoring the stickiness of your body, the weight of your drenched clothes, and cried. Cried in the silence that she had left behind, cried in the fear that had caved in you today after years of fearless guts.

For the first time in a year you had been scared. Scared of this world. Scared of a new death. Scared of your heart breaking again.

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suckerforcate · 6 months ago

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Please another story with Kate Stewart! Perhaps, if you’re interested, something like a reunion story? They meet again after Kate’s been away for a while?

Katherine

Pairing: Kate Lethbridge-Stewart x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1450

Warnings: mentions of injuries, a bit of angst

Summary: Kate comes home after a worktrip after not having texted you for two days

A/n: Hope you like it anon, made it a bit more angsty. Would love a repost, like or comment. <3 Can also be read as a gn!Reader ♡

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Dating Kate wasn't always easy. She worked long hours, often had to go on trips and wouldn't come back for multiple days or even longer. And she wasn't allowed to tell you what she even worked as. All you knew was that she worked for a government organisation protecting the planet from extraterrestrial forces. Great explanation, thank you very much. As if that wouldn't make approximately three million questions pop up in your brain.

But you loved her, and you made it work. Sometimes it was hard work, but it worked nonetheless. It was particularly hard work in moments like these. She'd been gone for eight days, off to some place off the world you weren't allowed to know too much about.

You missed her rotten. But mostly you were worried. You always were, but now more than ever. Usually she texted you every morning and every night. Even if she didn't have time for anything else, that was a given. But she hadn't texted you since yesterday morning. No text last night. No text this morning. No text now, and it was already dark outside.

So obviously you were worried sick and couldn't sleep. You tossed and turned, for what felt like hours. The familiar feeling of dread and anxiety settling deep inside of you. Your mind wandered and conjured up the worst scenarios possible. That went on until you heard a car pull up in front of the house and a few moments later a key unlocking the front door. It was unmistakably Kate's key, and the way she tried to be silent but immediately went into the kitchen for a tea gave her away as well. Trying to be silent was considerate, very Kate. But did she really think you could sleep right now? In seconds, you jumped out of the bed and ran down the stairs, barefoot and simply in a top and shorts. You didn't even bother giving Kate a warning of any kind, you practically flew into the kitchen and right into her arms. She only had a second to register what was happening and open her arms for you.

You immediately buried your face in the crook of her neck and took in her scent, that was so uniquely Kate. A wonderful mix of her perfume and shampoo filling your senses. Your arms around her neck clung onto her and her hand gently rubbed your back. Never in your life did you ever want to let go again.

"Did I wake you, my love?" She asked you, and the question was so ridiculous that it actually made you laugh a little through the silent tears that had formed in your eyes. You pulled back a bit and looked at her, a few tears slowly running down your cheeks.

"Do you really think I could sleep with how worried I was?" You asked her and her expression formed into a mix of guilt and confusion. When will she understand that you always worry about her when she goes off to these work trips? She always comes back injured in some way. It was the whole reason why you always made her text you, to know she was safe and alive.

You took a step back and looked her up and down, checking for visible injuries. You didn't see any, but she was fully clothed. Looking back up at her, you put on a stern, no nonsense look.

"Where are you hurt?" You asked, worried and eyes still slightly filled with tears. She shook her head, and you immediately knew she'd play tough.

"I'm fine, darling. Nothing happened." She said and tried to make her voice sound reassuring and calm. But she sounded exhausted instead. You could see right through her. She was lying. You crossed your arms in front of your chest and shook your head.

"Don't lie to me. Where are you hurt?" You repeated the question again. And you would until she'd answer you. "You didn't text me for nearly two days, something happened." You said and felt yourself choke up a bit, remembering how worried you'd been. Kate's gaze softened a bit at that, and you could see the decision she'd made in her eyes. She'd tell you where she was hurt. She was too exhausted for drama and arguing. She craved care and love.

She took off her blazer and then unbuttoned her blouse, taking it off and throwing it over the back of the chair. Her left side and rips where black and blue and a fairly big bandage was wrapped neatly around her right underarm. The sight made you gasp, and you immediately felt awful for the way you jumped into her arms. That must have hurt like hell.

"Kate, honey..." You whispered, eyes big and glossy, full of concern. "I want you to tell me things like this." You added quietly, eyes glued to the bruising on her rips.

"It's nothing, really it's not-" She started, no doubt trying to keep you from worrying. But it was too late for that. Right now you just wanted to take care of her.

"Katherine." You said in a tone of voice that cut her right off. She looked at you a bit surprised. No one called her Katherine, not these days at least. But it was effective, Kate closed her mouth and just nodded.

"Alright. I'll make you the tea you were no doubt making when I jumped on you. And you go upstairs and change into something comfy, but keep the top off. I'll put some lotion on those bruises." You explained to her, already moving around the kitchen to boil water and get her a cup. In the corner of your eye, you could see Kate's shoulders relax a bit. She grabbed her blazer and blouse and walked out of the kitchen. While you waited for the water to boil you could hear Kate walk around upstairs and when it stopped you knew she'd settled into bed to wait.

When the tea is done you go up to join Kate. You set the tea down in the little night stand next to your bed and placed a soft kiss on Kate's head. She was half sitting half lying down, leaned against the headboard. You grabbed some lotion from the bathroom.

"Any injuries at the legs?" You asked gently, standing next to the bed. Kate looked truly exhausted. She took a sip of tea before answering, but already shook her head.

"No, I showed you everything." You gave her a smile before climbing onto the bed and settling in her legs. Kate's hands immediately found a cosy home on your naked thighs. You just wanted to make a comment about it and tell her 'no funny business' when you see that she closed her eyes and immediately relaxed. It always astounded you how much of a relaxing effect you had on her, so much that just her hands on your skin calmed her down. You simply smiled to yourself and very gently started to spread the lotion on her rips. You could see that it hurt in the way she pressed her eyes close a bit firmer and lightly bit on her lower lip. But you tried to be as gentle as possible. When you're done you place the lotion on the night stand as well and gently lean in to kiss Kate on the lips. She hadn't seen it coming, her eyes still closed, but she kissed you back nonetheless. It's a short, soft kiss. Tender and full of love, and it nearly makes you choke up again.

Carefully you climb off her and settle down next to her, nuzzling into her non-injured side. Her arm easily wrapped around you and pulled you a bit closer, your head rested in her bare chest. The lotion had to dry before she could put her shirt back on.

"You scared me." You whisper quietly after some time of just cuddling in silence. "Please text me next time. Or make that scientist text me. Osgood? Something to know you're not dead." It hung heavy between the two of you and made you swallow hard. It was a possibility, you both knew that. Kate better than you, but even with how little you knew of her job you knew enough for that possibility to settle in your mind more often than you liked.

"I promise. I'm sorry I worried you." She answered, her soft voice ringing through the room and soothing your soul and heart. You simply nodded and nuzzled even closer, if that's even possible.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too."

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"Not possible."

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zap2zeitgeist · 4 months ago

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Virgil was a nerd, has been since as long as he could remember and like most nerds, Virgil had gargantuan amounts of anxiety when it came to those that he had feelings for, being Bisexual in Chicago meant that anxiety sky-rocketed from it’s post of the nerdy stratosphere. Whether fortunate or not, Virgil also had a tendency to talk more when he got nervous. And boy was Virgil nervous right now and it showed. It showed his whole hand and his feelings right now. Virgil was devastated, embarrassed. Wishing he could find a hole to just crawl into. His host didn’t seem to mind, although Virgil was certain that Jamie wasn’t interested and his heart sank a little. Well that was until Jamie smiled and Virgil melted. I Guess we’ll see where th’ night takes us indeed. Virgil keep some hope and at the very least he had grained a new friend who happens to be a fan of cinema, and a potentially new ally to help Virgil be Static, t’ boot. So all is not lost even if Jamie is not in fact interested in Virgil.

“Mhmmm” Virgil hummed in amused agreement with Jamie’s assessment of them seeing where the night goes.

“Hell yeah! Expansive. Sounds like this’ll be a blast and a lot better night than I had planned.” Virgil chuckled. When Jamie asked him to help out Virgil’s eyes lit up and he sprang into action.

“Yeah! Sure thing, man!” Virgil slide past Jamie and into the kitchen. Then trying to move again but without the traction Virgil began sliding in place until he put is hand out and snapped, causing a small spark of electricity to pop and send him sliding toward the fridge, where Virgil grabbed the fridges and slide safely to a stop. Virgil chuckled to himself, as he had fun, the quibbles still in his stomach from sliding across the floor. Popping open the fridge, Virgil makes a face at the choices, he grabs a few more of what they had been having. They weren’t bad but they weren’t what Virgil was used to drinking but he’d never let Jamie know any of that. Virgil closed the fridge and headed back to Jamie and the coffee table, walking this time, sans sliding. Virgil puts the beers on the coffee table, two in front of Jamie and two where he was about to sit on the couch, giving Jamie some space, if he were to sit on the couch, with plenty of elbow room, but also not so far that if Jamie wanted to sit closer…

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bed-chemist · 1 year ago

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❝i got cake and i know he want a slice.❞

read the rest of the series before this chapter or you’re getting spoilers.

A/N: we're back, barbies! i successfully survived midterms so now I can breathe!! i've been working on this all week and tomorrow i promise, i'll work on my requests. a lot of y'all have been in my comments and reposts with pitchforks because joel didn't kiss ginny yet and all i have to say is, same babes. i don't make the rules (yes i do) i just enforce them. this isn't edited so ignore any mistakes. please leave feedback in the comments ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

Chapter Summary: the sweetest baker enlists joel to help her volunteer at ellie's school.

Chapter Warnings: language, alcohol, slight age gap (F!MC and Joel are 6 years apart), racial descriptions (tommy says black girls are his type basically), symptoms of anxiety and depression, lmk if i forgot something.

Series Tags: chef! Joel, single! father Joel, no outbreak! Joel Miller, slow burn, dual-pov, fluff, flirting, friendship, eventually established relationship, eventual smut, original character, black!fem!MC, no y/n.

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“Taste this,” I demand Joel, shoving the spoon of icing towards his mouth.

Joel stops stacking the plastic plates, looking down at the utensil. “What did you say?” he asks with scrunched eyebrows.

I shake the fork impatiently. “Try,” I demand. He looks at me skeptically before leaning forward and taking a bite of the warm sugary liquid.

His mouth moves slowly as tastes. “Mmmhm, that’s good,” he compliments.

I want to put my hands up to hide the blush that’s inevitably covering my face right now. But I don’t want Joel to notice my reaction. “Thank you. I tweaked the recipe last week,” I say quickly, turning around so I’m not facing him.

“That’s why I’m here,” I hear Joel say.

Shaking my head, I pour the icing over the cakes. “No, you’re here because I didn’t want to be the only one working the booth today,” I defend myself.

“You would’ve called someone else,” Joel points out.

My shoulders rise with my eyebrows. “You’re probably right,” I conceded.

I enlisted Joel to do a booth with me instead of having two separate booths. Neither of us wanted to pull staff from the floor but still wanted to participate for Ellie’s sake. The two of us could handle it, with the help of some friends.

Joel and I mirror each other's movements in the kitchen. He makes sure the COVID-safe fall fest meals are ready and me adding something sweet into the mix. The hum of Taylor Swift plays in the background and I catch Joel slightly humming to ‘Welcome to New York.’ A snicker involuntary leaves my throat and I shove it down, hoping he didn’t pick up on it.

Once my job is done, I allow the dishes to clatter in the sink. The worst part about baking is the prep and the cleaning and I don’t have the energy for that right now.

“Hello?” Madeline’s voice rings through the stairwell.

“Don’t shoot us,” Leonardo’s voice follows shortly after.

A scoff leaves my lips and I near the island to watch Joel skillfully move around the kitchen. Every move has a crafted purpose and I can practically see the blood pulsating through his veins.

My breathing hitches and I shift in hopes of gaining composure. “I don’t even have a gun,” I pipe up.

Joel walks in front of me and motions behind me. We dance around for a little before he grunts in frustration and puts his hands on my waist. My eyes go wide as Joel easily lifts me onto the cold island before reaching behind me. “I do,” he murmurs, sliding the pan of bundt cakes toward his muscled torso.

His smirk has me wanting to strip my clothes off and give it to him in the nastiest way possible. Bad, ginny. He was just sick of you being in the way. “I don’t think that applies to this scenario, Joel,” I stress.

Joel moves from in between my legs and I turn my head to watch Leo strolling into the room confidently. “Hey, Miller,” he boasts.

“Hey,” I hear Joel respond next to me.

Maddie follows shortly behind him, wearing brown leather pants and high-heeled boots. She’s overdressed for a school event, but knowing her she’s probably looking for a husband. “Hi, Joel,” she purs, flashing him a smile.

My body turns to survey Joel’s reaction, but his poker face is stone-cold. “Nice to see you, Madeline,” he tries his hardest to force out through a smile.

It’s not that Joel doesn’t like Madeline, she’s just an acquired taste. Too much time around her can drive you crazy and sometimes when Joel picks Ellie up from the bakery, Madeline is sobbing her eyes out with a glass of wine in her hand.

“Didn’t know you were working the party, man,” Leo notes once he and Madeline cross the large open floor plan into the kitchen.

“Joel’s daughter, Ellie, goes to school with Dina,” I tell Leo, motioning towards Joel.

Madeline nods, sliding into the bar stool and putting her shiny silver purse on the counter. “That makes sense. What are you making?” she leans forward and asks Joel.

Joel rolls his shoulder forward, hunching over to plate the food. “Thanksgiving meals. Each meal comes with turkey and 3 sides. My brother Tommy’s bringing the rest,” he informs her.

Maddie's eyes light up and a smirk creeps onto her face. “I didn’t know you had a brother. Is he a chef, too?” she asks, voice laced with mischief.

Joel shrugs, not bothering to make eye contact with her. “Mostly just a pain in my ass but, yeah. He helps out at the Austin from time to time,” he grumbles.

“That's awesome! Is he cute?” Maddie asks excitedly.

“Maddie!” I hiss towards the blonde.

Joel’s phone buzzes on the counter next to us and he picks it up, turning the screen towards the group. “That would be him,” he says, shaking the device lightly.

Once Joel exits the room, I hit Maddie on the arm with the back of my palm. “What?! Not everyone has a Michelin-star chef whipping meals in their kitchen trying to get in your pants,” she frowns.

My eyes widen and I feel the sudden urge to yank my hair out. Now I know why Joel tugs on his roots. “Joel’s not– he’s not,” I stammer, pausing to collect my breath. “Joel’s not trying to get in my pants,” I sigh.

Maddie raises a brow, looking me up and down. “I beg to differ,” she counters.

Jumping down from the counter, I start to pick up where Joel left off with the meals. “He doesn’t have time to– Leo, don’t eat that,” I swat Leo’s hand, stopping him from picking up a bundt cake prematurely.

Leo winces, putting his hands up in defense before sliding into the bar stool. “So, how’s things been between you two?” he questions.

My brows furrow and I feel confusion wash over me. “What do you mean?” I ask.

“I mean, you’ve been seeing each other for what, a month. Right?” he asks.

Maddie snickers next to me and I shake my head, resuming my careful placing of the assorted dessert flavors. “No, Leo. We literally haven’t even been on a date,” I point out.

Leo twists back and forth in the spinning chairs like a child who’s bored out of his mind. “That means nothing,” he scoffs.

My head tilts and I point the spatula at Leo. “To you, you whore. To me it means something. We’re just friends,” I inform him.

Leo purses his lips and his brows furrow. “Oh, fuck off,” he nips at me.

“What?” I ask him.

Leo rolls his eyes and I want to lean forward to snatch them out of his socket. “I still don’t know how you’re blind to him flirting,” he complains.

Maybe I am reading things wrong. Maybe Joel is interested. “If he flirts with me so much, why hasn’t he asked me out on a date or kissed me?” I ask the pair confused.

My head darts back and forth between my friends. “Maybe he just wants to take things slow,” Maddie tries to explain.

Leo clears his throat and my head whips to face his. “Yup. You said yourself he has a daughter,” he shrugs.

My eyes look at the clock to check and see if we’re doing good on time. Ellie and Dina will be bursting in at any moment. They don’t need to be privy to this conversation.

Once I have my confirmation, I refocus on the to-go containers in front of me. “Then why would he and his daughter sleep in my bed with me the other night?” I ask.

Maddie's jaw drops and her eyes widen. “You slept in the same bed together?!” She practically shrieks.

“Yeah, I told you,” I remind her.

Maddie shakes her head in disbelief. “No, you told me they stayed the night. Not that you were cuddled up with Joel Miller,” she hisses.

I shake my head and begin pleading my case, “I wasn't cuddled up with him. Ellie had a sit–”

Joel walks in and I shut myself up, my eyes immediately finding his. “Hey y’all, I want to introduce you to my brother, Tommy,” he bellows with a smile, stepping to the side.

A man a bit younger than Joel steps through my entryway, his hair slightly slicked back. He’s not my type, but he’s definitely Maddie’s. I stop placing the cakes in the to-go boxes, crossing the floor to meet them halfway. “Come on in. It’s nice to meet you,” I smile, putting my hand on his arm to pull him into the kitchen.

Tommy looks down at me and smiles. “Likewise. Heard a lot about you,” he confesses with warmth in his voice.

Fucking attractiveness and charm must run in the family. “Good things, I hope,” I suggest to Tommy, peering up at him.

Tommy nods, chuckling a bit. “Fantastic things, darlin’,” he assures me and I almost melt. It’s good to know that Joel and Ellie talk about me positively.

When we get to the kitchen, Maddies is already standing seemingly posing by the counter. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Madeline,” she flirts, extending her hand for him to shake.

I let go of his jacket, sliding into Maddie’s seat at the bar. “Tommy,” he shakes her hand before awkwardly turning toward me.

He raises his brow almost as if he’s asking how I know them silently. “Madeline and Leo are my friends from elementary school,” I quickly explain.

Tommy lets out an ah sound, nodding a bit before Leo clears his throat. “Nice to meet you, man,” Leo chimes.

“Likewise,” Tommy returns.

I clap my hands softly, clasping them together in front of my chest. “Now, Tommy. I hate to put you to work but can you help me carry this stuff out to the van?” I request.

Tommy smiles, pushing his hair back with his fingers. “Of course,” he agrees.

My body turns towards my best friends. “Maddie, can you and Leo grab the cookie tubs and put them in the other van?” I ask the pair.

“I can do it by myself,” Leo grumbles and I realize I’ve hurt his ego.

“I know you can. Maddie is just the brains of the operation,” I soothe him.

Maddie snickers and Leo rolls his eyes. “Fine, let’s go brain,” he says, putting his arm around her shoulder.

“Aye aye, Pinky,” Maddie salutes him as they stomp out of the room.

Tommy and I get to work grabbing the Fall Fest dinners and putting them into a large box. After they’re stacked on a dolly, we begin to load them one by one onto the first bakery van. A comfortable silence fills the van as we secure the last of the food. “So, are you single?” I ask Tommy, attempting to play matchmaker for Maddie.

Tommy wipes his hands on his pants and my nose scrunches. Later he’s going to wonder where that stain came from… men. “Depends on who’s asking,” he drawls suspiciously.

I scoff, hopping down out of the van. “You and Leo are the biggest whores I’ve ever met. It’s a simple question Tommy,” I rant before forcefully pushing another box towards him.

Tommy stops the box from moving so quickly across the large metal floor paneling. “Who’s asking, Ginny?” he directs.

My leg bounces and the ways Maddie will kill me for this runs through my brain. “Madeline,” I jabber, hoping he won't tell her.

Tommy looks up at me blinking rapidly. His mouth forms a large o and his brows furrow. “I’m single, but I’m not interested,” he declares.

I put my hands on my hips. “What do you mean you’re not interested? She’s literally perfect,” I say, pointing out the fact that she’s a blonde with blue eyes. She’s every man in America’s dream.

Tommy shrugs. “Hate to say it but we Millers have a type. She’s beautiful, just not my cup of tea if you catch my drift,” he explains resuming his work.

Ohhhh. I didn’t know the Millers prefer brown women. But then again, I’ve never actually been to Joel's house or seen a picture of Sarah, or his exes. How the fuck was I supposed to know? “100%” I confirm, pushing him another box. “Can I ask you something?” I ask.

“Depends-” Tommy starts and I cut him off.

“On what it is I know,” I snap, gnawing on my bottom lip. “How do I say this?” I think out loud.

Tommy's choleric disposition takes over his face, similar to Joel's when he’s had enough. “Whatever it is spit it out,” he growls lowly.

The sweat on my forehead collects and I feel like hot water is being poured onto my scalp. But I have to know how Joel feels about me, and Tommy would know. “Is Joel interested in me?” I blurt, feeling like I’ve finally submerged myself in a cool bath.

Tommy doesn’t say anything, he just purses his lips. The comfort I felt turns into pain when the water turns into ice. My body is frozen and I’m rendered speechless.

I want to flee. I need to get out of here. I shouldn’t have asked. “Oh my god,” I finally speak.

“Mmmhm,” Tommy hums, motioning for me to pass him another box so I can continue t

I rub my eyebrows as the pit in my stomach fills with anxiety. “Oh god, Tommy. What am I gonna do?” I ask, unable to stand anymore with the alley seemingly spinning.

I take a seat in the back of the truck, putting my head in my hands. “What do you want to do?” Tommy asks.

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking you,” I groan towards the ground.

“Well the way I see it, lean into it or tell him so he doesn’t fall harder for ya,” he advises.

My brain runs through all the moments that I’ve had with Joel. How the first day we met he offered to cook for me. Every lingering touch, all the compliments he’s given me, when vulnerable he’s been with me. You don’t do that with someone who’s just a friend.

I peel my hands away from my face with realization. “Oh my gosh, he’s been sending so many signals. I’m going to throw up,” I groan.

Tommy steps out of the van, looking down at me. “Please don’t,” he pleads.

Suddenly, Joel comes around the corner at the most inappropriate time. These Millers just pop up anywhere and one day, they’re going to make me piss myself. They need a bell on their ankles. He hands the last boxes to Tommy and I pray to the gods above he didn’t overhear our conversation. “Don’t what?” Joel asks.

Fuck. My body tenses and I try to focus on containing the bile rising in my throat. “Ginny’s feelin’ dizzy. I’m almost finished here. She’s just gonna sit for a second,” he tells his brother.

Joel sits down on the metal butt of the truck next to me. He puts his hand in my lap, palm facing up towards me. I accept his offer, intertwining our fingers. “You need anything, sugar?” he asks sweetly, and I sigh.

I nod, running the back of his hands with my thumb. Attentive Joel is my favorite, but only because I’m an attention whore. “Can you get me a Coke from the fridge? Maybe I just need some caffeine,” I request.

Joel nods, trying to let go of my hand. Although I don’t want him to, I allow him to disconnect from me. “Of course, I’ll be right back,” he says, petting my head before turning around and disappearing behind the van.

A sigh of relief slips my lips and I try to refocus on calming my breathing. “So are you?” I hear Tommy say behind me.

I scoot back against the inside of the van walls, allowing the sides to cool me down. “Am I what?” I ask him with a raised brow.

“Are you single?” he reiterates.

A smirk creeps onto my lips. “Depends on who’s asking,” I taunt him.

“Joel,” Tommy cuts straight to the point, unlike me.

I giggle and I feel like the panic has finally subsided. “Yeah, I’m single,” I tell him.

Tommy finishes securing the last box and he turns around to face me. He puts his hands on his upper thigh, leaning on one leg. Jesus Christ, now that’s attractive. “And open? Ready?” he interrogates.

I nod, sliding out of the truck. “Tommy, I mean it. Make sure Joel knows how ready,” I say to him as he shuts the back doors.

Joel turns off the engine to the bakery van, having pulled into the spot at the school where vendors unload. He turns to me and flashes me a smile. “You alright?” he asks concerned.

After that conversation with Tommy, I needed more than just a Coke. I needed multiple shots of tequila. I forced Tommy and Maddie to join me, leaving Joel and Leo the only sober people to drink the trucks.

I nod, and my body bobs unstabily. “Yes,” I slur.

Joel shakes his head and his head falls back. He lets out a loud bellowing laugh, holding his stomach and I know he’s caught me in the lie. “Well, you are not talking to any parents tonight,” he chuckles, wiping his hands over his face.

I roll my eyes at him. “I wasn’t planning on it. Besides, all the moms are going to be all over hot Chef Miller,” I complain, hoping he doesn’t notice my jealousy.

He laughs again and it’s so beautiful, I want to make his laugh featuring Ellie’s giggle my alarm clock so I can wake up peacefully. Snap the fuck out of it, Imogen. “That’s not going to happen,” Joel says, opening his door.

I don’t get to respond before he shuts it, jogging over to my side to retrieve me. Joel opens the door and I’m reading to pounce. “Yes, the fuck it is,” I counter, feeling my emotional drunk alter ego arise.

Joel leans against the door frame, extending his hand to help me down. “Well good thing I don’t want any of them,” he claims.

I accept his hand, looking at him with hope in my eyes. “Really?” I ask.

Joel’s pupils dilate and he flashes me a smile. “Really,” he confirms, putting his hands on my hips.

He guides me until my back is pressed against the cool metal of the truck. His eyes flicker down to my lips before back up to me. If he’s going to do anything, he better do it now before someone sees us.

“Joel!” “Ginny!” I hear Ellie and Dina’s voices call from behind Joel. Fuck, scratch a bell bracelet. They need a fucking air horn.

Joel steps back, putting some space between us. “Hey kiddo,” he greets her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

Fucking cock blocking crotch demons. Let it go, Imogen. He was probably just trying to perform a wellness check on you. “Hey, Dina,” I say, teetering over to her in my heels.

“Thanks for coming,” I hear Ellie say to her dad.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I hear Joel say before the second van pulls up in the spot next to us.

Ellie gasps when she sees who’s in the passenger seat. She slams her hand on the glass window, effectively scaring Leo who’s on the other side. “Uncle Tommy!” she cheers before running over to the passenger side.

Joel leans over until his lips are touching my ear. “It’s always ‘Uncle Tommy, Uncle Tommy.’ But never ‘Dad’,” he complains in a whisper.

I sway a bit, unstable from the drinking. “Patience, young padawan,” I quote Star Wars to him.

Joel wraps his arms around my waist to stabilize me. Dina’s eyes look us up and down. She leans forward and sniffs the air in front of my face. “Ginny, are you drunk?” she asks loudly.

“Shhhhh. You’ll tell the whole fucking school,” I shush her, pulling her towards me so Leo can get out of the car.

Dina snickers, lacing her hand in mine. “Come on, we’re walking to the corner store for snacks before it starts,” she enlists me.

I nod excitedly, thinking about the possibility of having slushies and Hot funyons. “Count me in. Got any cash, Joel?” I ask the resourceful man. He’s bound to have something on him and I don’t feel like bringing my purse.

He nods, reaching into his back pocket to pull out a brown leather wallet. “Mmhm. Take Tommy with you, Sugar,” he hands me back two twenties and I gladly accept them, slipping them into Dina’s hands.

I wine, squirming a bit. “But Joel, Maddie will be with us. All girls with Tommy would just be weird,” I complain.

Joel brushes past me, heading towards the back of the trucks. “I don’t care, you’re both drunk. You need someone out there lookin’ after y’all,” he says over his shoulder.

Dina tugs my hands a couple of times, dancing in place. “Awwww,” she coos.

I cover my mouth to try to stop the giggle that slips out. He’s cute when he’s all protective and shit. “Hehe. Does he have a gun?” I ask, pulling Dina towards the back with me.

Joel grabs the handle, opening the heavy doors. “Yes,” he answers.

“Well okay, as long as he doesn’t bother us,” I conceded.

The 3 others from the van join us along with Ellie. Dina immediately ditches me, joining her now best friend. “Tommy, walk with them to the store,” Joel commands his brother.

“Why can’t Leo do it?” Tommy groans like a child.

Joel takes out the Dolly to start unloading the items. “Because Leo’s sober, and I need his help with this shit,” he states frustratedly.

Leo snickers, walking over to the truck to start unloading the boxes. “Ahem,” I clear my throat at Joel.

That fucker forgot one crucial part. “And stay ten paces behind them,” he adds.

Tommy puts his hands up. “Fine by me. I don’t wanna know you’re girly bullshit anyways,” he jeers.

Madeline pats him on the shoulders. “That’s what they all say, Tommy,” she argues.

Maddie links her arm with mine. “We’ll see you guys later,” I say to Joel before joining the teenagers for the walk down the block.

We walk through the parking lot for a bit before entering the school. Whenever I have a drop of liquor in me, I have the urge to Irish goodbye. I drag Maddie with me until were walking closer behind the girls. “We should really lose him,” I suggest.

Ellie looks over her shoulder at Tommy before nodding at Dina. “Okay, follow us,” Dina intrusts.

I nod as we move quickly through the hall taking a left and running into a room. We quickly shut the door behind us, and I peer out the window waiting for Tommy to walk by. When he does, he looks confused turning around in circles. I snicker and he seemingly hears. I quickly pulls my head away from the small plexiglass, hoping he didn’t notice me. “Did we lose him?” Ellie asks, looking over my shoulder.

Maddie takes matters into her own hands, stepping past me to check. “Coast is clear,” she informs us with a smile.

We break out into laughter and I feel like I’ve just pulled off the greatest inside job ever. “Let’s go,” Dina says, reaching for the door handle.

When we get to the store, I bolt toward the Slurpee machine. I grab the largest cup size, filling it with cherry and coke flavors. Once my drink is secured, I grab and fill two cups for Tommy and Joel. Ellie finds me, grabbing Joel's cup, and together we wander the store looking for the spicy chips.

I snatch three bags from the top shelf, figuring someone will stick their fingers in my bag and piss me off. It’s always good to have extras. “You know, I’d be okay if my dad dated someone like you,” Ellie pipes up randomly next to me.

I almost drop the Slurpee onto the tile floor beneath me. “Oh. Where is this coming from?” I ask her with a raised brow.

She grabs some chips before we walk towards the candy aisle to meet with Maddie and Dina. “He asked me if I was okay with him dating someone the other day,” she leaves me hanging on her every word.

“What’d you say?” I dig deeper.

She turns towards me with a smirk on her lips. “I said I wouldn’t care as long as it was you,” she admits.

The door to the corner store dings and Tommy is pushed in by the windy city. He looks pissed as fuck as he stomps over towards us. “The hell? Your dad is gonna kill me if he finds out–” he starts before Ellie cuts him by shoving a Slurpee in his hand.

“He’ll be fine. Let’s go, Uncle Tommy,” she motions towards the counter.

By the time we’re back in the gym, everything is set up. Joel graciously accepts the Slurpee, which turns his tongue blue, sending Ellie into a fit of giggles. Now hours later, I walk around the gym shopping at other booths with Madeline. I can’t deny that every time I look at Joel, our eyes link for a second too long. The simple interaction causes my breath to catch in my chest every time, and I try to ignore it.

After some time, we’re finished looking in the main gym, and we head into the hall to see the art auction pieces. Eligible students can create anything they want; a poem, a painting, or a sculpture to put up for action. The people who come to Fall Fest pledge money towards an art piece, and the money earned goes towards the student’s college tuition.

We stroll down the hall, mindlessly chatting about which pieces we want to bid on before Maddie points at a specific piece. “That’s fucking gorgeous,” she blusters.

A smile creeps on my face when I look closer at the signature. The familiar white calligraphy makes my heart sing. “It’s Ellie’s,” I boast about the talented young girl.

“Now I see why she’s painting the mural. This is some good shit. I’ve gotta commission her for some art,” Maddie rambles, seemingly entranced by the swirls of paint before her.

I nod, smiling at the though of Ellie becoming an artist of some kind. “She’d probably love that,” I tell her.

When I turn around, I see Joel walking through the door of the large hall. His eyes dart around till he finds me, b-lining for us. He stands in front of me awkwardly and when Maddie turns around, she jumps from being startled a bit. “Well, I’m gonna just go look…” she trails off, effectively excusing herself.

“Can we talk?” Joel asks, tilting his head towards a darker secluded hall.

“Yeah,” I say to him, pulling him into the area not lit by prison lighting.

Once we’re alone, I lean back against the wall. “What’s wrong?” I tilt my head attempting to cajole him into telling me.

“Nothin’ it’s just, I’ve bit my tongue 'cause I was unsure if–” he pauses and takes a deep breath. “I enjoy spendin’ time with you, Ginny. You’ve become important to me and you should know that I care about you deeply, sugar,” he confesses.

Oh, I wasn’t expecting that. This train has a one-way route towards the friend zone. “I care about you too Joel! And I like spending time with you too. And Ellie,” I sadly follow his lead.

Joel steps closer, putting his hand over my head and leaning forward. “I just really don’t wanna lose you,” he expresses, voice laced with sincerity.

My hands snake up around his waist and I grip the grey shirt he’s wearing. “How would you lose me, Joel?”

Joel's eyes stay fixed on mine and the brown in his eyes swirls like hot chocolate. “Sugar, I feel more than just a friendship level for ya. I like you,” he stresses.

“Oh, Joel. I’m not going anywhere. I wouldn’t,” I promise him, pulling him closer so our upper bodies are pressed towards each other.

He sighs, looking down at the ground between us. “I know, but telling you that means changing our relationship. I don’t want to scare you and I didn’t know–” he starts before I tap his side, cutting him off.

“Joel, I like you too. Like… a lot,” I confirm.

His head quickly rises and he sighs, “Oh.”

I’m starting to feel embarrassed by the whole situation. “Dear, god. I-I don’t know why my brain goes blank when I look at you. I think I’m going crazy. I feel like a high schooler,” I falter.

Joel chuckles, leaning forward to press his forehead onto mine. I clear my throat, impatient tugging at his side. “So, I think this is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me,” I murmur.

Joel takes his forehead off of mine, searching my face seemingly wary of crossing the line. All he’s going to find is my stupid shit-eating grin. “Are you sure?” Joel asks for consent and I think it’s the most sexy thing I’ve ever heard leave a man's lips.

“Positive,” I nod, radiating with excitement.

“Okay,” he sighs and a wolfish grin creeps onto his face.

His hands slide up to my neck, pulling me closer. “Okay,” I murmur.

He grabs the back of my neck, crashing his lips onto mine. We both smile into the kiss and I force a giggle back down my throat. My lips open slightly, granting him entrance. His warm tongue dances with mine and I marvel at the taste of whiskey and apple on his lips. It’s filled with so much passion, that I feel like my heart is about to explode.

His fingers thread into my hair, massing my scalp as he kisses me. I moan into his mouth and my clit pulsates with a hunger for him. He disconnects our lips, leaving us both panting because of the other. “Was that as good for you as it was for me?” I murmur against his lips.

“Probably better,” Joel grunts before pulling back and motioning towards the hard member protruding through his jeans.

“Joel, oh my gosh,” I giggle, stepping forward and wrapping my arms around his torso. “Can I have one more?” I practically salivate, batting my lashes at him.

Joel nods, snaking his hand back around my neck. His thumb strokes my jaw and I lean into him. “Mmmhm,” he hums, dipping his head back down.

His lips connect with mine and my tongue continues to explore his map. I want to stay in this moment forever. It feels like a dream and I don’t want to wake up. His lips are surprisingly soft and I kick myself for not doing this months ago.

The smacking of our lips is apparent when we pull back this time and I know my face is covered in pink flush. “Damn it. I was supposed to do this right. Date first, then kiss,” he curses himself.

I giggle, standing on my tip-toes to press a kiss against his cheek. “Joel, I asked you to kiss me. Besides, we’ve known each other for months,” I acknowledge our past.

Joel nods, but he doesn’t seem ready to let it go. “You’re right, but still. Can I take you out on a date?” he pleads.

I’m practically bouncing on my toes, my mind racing with thoughts of my future with Joel. Relax Ginny, he just asked you out on one date. “Yes,” I blurt.

Joel chuckles at my excitement, taking a step back and lacing his hand with mine. “When are you free next?” he turns to me and asks as we walk back to the gym.

“Thursday, but it’s Thanksgiving. After that, on Friday. Speaking of, do you guys have any plans for the holiday?” I inquire.

Joel shakes his head, confirming my suspicions. “No, just me, Tommy, and Ellie eating at an undecided time,” he informs me.

“How about you join me at Maddie’s house? Her family always orders catering for Thanksgiving,” I offer, hoping he’ll grace me with his presence sooner than a week from now. I get we’re both busy food industry owners, which I love, I just don’t think I can wait that long to be in a romantic setting with him.

“I know. They’ve put in an order at The Austin for the past two years,” Joel dictates and I nod. Just my luck, the man’s food I’ve been shoveling into my mouth for the past 6 holidays is also the man I’m trying to date.

I poke his muscular bicep with my free hand. “Even better, you can personally deliver it and tell everyone who doesn’t like it that they’re wrong. Just like you did on my birthday,” I joke with him and he puts his hands on his chest, seemingly hurt by my statement.

“I’m sorry about that, darlin’. Really I am,” Joel apologizes.

I tug on his hand, trying to grab his attention and snap him out of a spiral. “I’m fucking with you, Joel. Please come. I’m sure Ellie would love it,” I practically beg him.

Joel pauses, looking up to think about it. He’s probably worried about how unpredictable his two family members would be in this setting. “Okay, we’ll come,” he concedes, finally.

“Good. I’ll text you the details. You’re standing straighter,” I beam, pointing out his posture change.

Joel chuckles, rubbing his thumb across mine soothingly. “I feel like a house just lifted off my back. I’ve had my eyes on you since June 30th,” he confesses.

I smirk, leaning closer to him. “So Maddie was right, you were practically drolling on my shoulder,” I taunt.

“She said that?” he asks with furrowed brows.

I nod, attempting not to give him too much information. “Mmmhm,” I hum.

He tugs on my hand, stopping me in my tracks before I reach the entryway. “I’m not going to deny that, Sugar,” he looks me up and down like I’m a meal he wants to ravish.

The thought of us fucking turns me on even more, and I have to remind myself we’re in a high school. “Okay, one last kiss before we’re back in the gym?” I use my siren eyes against him, peering up at him through my lashes.

“I like how you think,” Joel mumbles, sliding his free hand up and around the front of my neck. He gently pulls me forward, connecting our lips one final time. A wave of relief hits me, and I moan as his tongue dances with mine in the filthiest way. Me and Joel Miller are going out on a date.

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smuttyworks · 2 years ago

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Before the world ended - Brandon Carver x reader

Reposting from my Ao3! gunna be adding my other ones here as well <3 this is my first Carver fic I did and I still absolutely love it, but im thinking of making a NSFW version with the same story just add some much needed SHMUTTTTTTT.

What do you think?

Your eyes widened in shock seeing the man that they dragged in past the main gate. The breath almost completely escaped your lungs, but your caught yourself before Carver could notice as he walked up to you, his masking hanging from his hips off his belt.

“Are you okay?” you questioned, noticing the limp in his step.

His eyes traveled the features of your face, clearly noticing something was off. “Fucker nicked me.” Carver said, looping his finger in the sliced material of his black combat pants, and showing me the blood beneath.

“Let me clean you up.” You gave him a light smile, looping your small arm into his and leading him into the building. Your mind wandered as you thought of the man, the man you spent years with before the world ended, the person you loved more than anything at one point in time. The man you lost in this hopeless world, not ever thinking you’d see him again. He was dead, you thought.

Carver opened the door of the infirmary and you led him to the chair that was in front of the window. “Sit down.” You hushed, hoping the cut wasn’t deep.

You switched the light on and motioned him to pull his pants down, and with an eye roll he slid his dark, dirty, combat pants down his legs. “It’s not that bad.” He sighed, leaning back against the chair, with his head against the windowsill, he looked exhausted.

You grabbed the first aid kit and kneeled on your knees in front of him as you started to clean his wound. You were with Carver, he was the best thing that happened to you in the new world, he saved you from death, and you two fell in love all too easily. Carver was your protector, he always put you first, you knew it would be you and him until the end…

Despite your past coming in and reminding you of how life use to be, you knew it would only ever be Carver, no matter what your past life use to be, and with who.

“Babe?” you asked softly.

His eyes fluttered open and looked down at you, with a much softer stare than earlier. He brought his hand up and lightly grazed your cheek. “Hi baby.” He smiled lightly.

“I-I need to tell you something,” you swallowed. His eyes glanced from yours to you lips, and then tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before giving me his full attention. “That man, the one you guys found and brought in…” Carver’s eyes narrowed slightly, causing the nerves to rise. “I knew him, before all of this… he’s m ex f-fiancé.” you sighed, not having to think of that time in yout life for what seemed like forever.

“What?” his eyebrows tightened together, showing his confusion, and frustration. “Explain”

You took a deep breath, finally ready to tell Carver about your past. “The day the world was really struck with all this, the very beginning when things got really bad, him and I were trying to get out of the city… I got pulled away by a violet group of rioters, and I never saw him again, I knew that he either wasn’t searching for me, or didn’t search for long, so after a few months I gave up, I found a group, lost them…” you tried to catch your breath as the anxiety bagan to rise. “And then you found me…” You gave him a small smile, the anxiety disappearing as his soft eyes looked down into yours.

“I wouldn’t ever be able to stop looking if I lost you.” He whispered, bringing his rough hand up once again and pressing his palm to your cheek. Your eyes closed in bliss as you took in his soft touch, loving the fact that yourself only got to see this side of Carver.

“I know.” You grinned, slipping off the floor and straddling his lap. “You saved me Brandon, you’re the only one I will ever need.” You breathed, knowing everything youd ever need in this life was right in front of you. And judging by the loving look in his eyes, you knew he was thinking the same thing.

#brandon carver #brandon carver smut #brandon carver x reader #Brandon carver fluff #twd x reader #twd fluff #twd imagine #alex meraz #the reapers #the walking dead #the walking dead smut #the walking dead imagine #the walking dead fluff

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ramp-it-up · 2 years ago

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Hey idk if u take requests, but I hope ure ok w this. So…

Bucky laying between my thighs..in a cute way,like fluff

That’s it

Love u 💜💜bye

Assertion

Summary: Bucky makes a promise.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: Less than 500

A/N: Sorry this is so late! I'm terrible. This can go with the Possession, Validation, Sensation, Salutation Bucky one-shots that are kind of a series but not?

Warnings: Unlike the above fics, this is just fluff with a little bit of angst. TFATWS Bucky, love, reader is Bucky’s comfort person, pregnancy if you squint. Real Housewives of New Asgard.

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It was a dark and stormy night, and you were vegging out on the couch, trying to distract yourself from worrying about Bucky getting home in this weather.

Bucky was a skilled pilot, of course he could navigate a wet, possibly icy road. Anxiety was a little petty bitch, so you distracted her with junk food and loud trash tv.

You were so caught up in the drama unfolding on screen, complete with hysterics and screaming, that you didn’t notice Bucky slip in the front door.

He stood there watching you, the tension in his body subsiding as he dropped his bag on the floor. He toed off his shoes and stripped away his leather jacket. He was halfway to the couch when you turned and saw him.

“Jamie!”

Bucky felt his heart again as your face lit up as he approached. You moved to get up.

“Stay right there, Doll.”

He felt his face crack in what must have been a smile judging from the one on your face. He hadn’t done that since he’d left. God, you made him feel human again.

“Don’t move.”

You were about to pounce on him as he sat down, but you froze at his request.

“Are… are you okay, Babe?”

You knew the answer to that question. This mission must have been rough.

“I am now.”

Bucky pulled you to him, manipulating your legs around him and laying down on your chest. You put one arm around him and the other in his hair. You didn’t ask him anything else as you wrapped yourself around him, pulling a blanket over both of you.

“I’m not leaving you again, Doll. Missed you so damn much.”

You looked into his bright blue eyes.

“Love you too, Jamie.”

You didn’t respond to his declaration about not leaving again, just kissed his dark hair and threaded your fingers through it as Bucky rubbed your thighs and nestled into your bosom. He knew you didn’t believe him, but Bucky was serious, because he found his breath as he listened to your heartbeat, and a deep calm washed over him as he felt your belly for his other love. The movement in your womb and the lilt of your voice as you caught him up on the show gave him life.

“Housewives of New Asgard. This is part two of the finale. Gertrud accused Astrid of cheating on Arne with King Valkyrie…”

Bucky chuckled. “Val has lots of hoes…”

“Everybody knows that. And I’ve only met her twice, but I think she would have some standards…”

Bucky laughed and held you tight as you prattled on about nothing important. He rubbed your side with this thumb as he listened to you and fell asleep, his heart and mind safe with you.

#ask dj #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky barnes x you #Sebastian Stan #king valkyrie #new asgard #tfatws #thor love and thunder #marvel mcu

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endofthelinexx · 2 years ago

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Roses and Flame | 9

Pairing: Female!Driver!Horner!Reader x Toto Wolff, Female!Driver!Horner!Reader x Checo Perez

TW: cheating, language

Rating: Mature, 18+

AN: I’m just going to go ahead and warn you right now, Collins is very much being an anti-hero in this chapter. I let my intrusive thoughts win, I’m not sorry though. This took a hot minute to finish since my life has decided to be literally the most hectic so I am sorry for that. If something in a different language is wrong its cause i used google translate. comment to be added to the taglist!

Word count: 5.0k

Mini Summary: Collins Horner is the eldest of Christian and Geri’s children. She has been raised to be the fastest female racer Motorsport has ever seen and to despise Mercedes while doing it. But what happens when her world turns upside down?

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it or parts of it, and claiming it as your own.

You did your best to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you finally knocked on the door, waiting quietly. After a few moments it opened and you looked up to make eye contact with the tall man, who smiled back at you, causing you to grin.

“Hello, come on in,” he moved out of your way and you walked in. “You look really good.”

You smiled more and turned around to face him, “thanks, so do you. It smells great too, what are you cooking?”

“Don’t laugh, I’m not that great of a cook so I’m making spaghetti, but I am also making lamb chops. I never seem to mess those up so it seemed like a good idea,” he laughed lightly.

You nodded, “I’m not a good cook either so hopefully that’s not on your checklist.”

“We could always learn together.”

“Yeah, we could,” you smiled, both of you just looking at each other for a moment.

Toto opened the fridge to pull out a bottle of wine, “do you want some?”

“I’d love some.”You smiled, sitting on the bar stool that was at the island as you watched him pour you a glass and set it down in front of you.

“So, you happy that you finally got a break even though it's only a week?” He asked as he went back to focusing on the food he was cooking.

You thought about the last few days, “it’s been a little chaotic, so I’m not sure how much of a break this will be.”

“Oh? What has been so chaotic?”

Sighing, you responded, “it’s a long story I can’t share yet.”

“Hmm, not even a little bit?” He turned to look at you.

You shook your head, “nope.”

“Well, I think you should.”

“No,” you played all tough but the butterflies in your stomach said otherwise.

He nodded, “okay, but I bet you tell me at some point.”“Maybe,” you shrugged.

As you watched him you thought there was absolutely no way in hell you’d tell the man you were currently on a date with that a different man was most definitely in your bed right now. Of course, you weren’t truly dating Toto yet, for now, and nothing was going on with Checo so it wasn’t that bad, but you knew it wouldn’t be interpreted that way.

You were deep in thought when he spoke up, “dinner is almost ready if you want to get plates, they're in that cabinet.” He smiled and pointed. Snapping back to reality you returned his smile, getting up to get plates. You walked over and handed them to him, “thank you.”

“Of course, where are the forks? I can put them on the table.”

He fixed the plates, stopping briefly to point at a drawer, “right in there.”

You nodded, walking to grab 2 forks and 2 knives. Staring at them for a second, you couldn’t help but smile a little to yourself. This wasn’t ideal, having to hide from everyone, but if you weren’t you wouldn’t be having a date this personal. You hated first dates, the anxiety of being out in public was bad enough, paired with the pressure of having to get to know someone was just so stressful. But being here right now was almost perfect, it felt like you had known him personally for years. You sat the utensils on the table when he came up behind you with the plates, setting them down. Smiling a little more you stood up straight, pressing your back up to his chest. You felt him stiffen up a little bit before relaxing again, you turned to face him, looking up.

“Thanks for dinner.” You spoke softly while he looked back down at you.

He laughed a little, “well you shouldn’t thank me until we’re for sure it actually tastes good.”

“Well that's too bad because I am,” you huffed, he had that stupid smirk on his face for a second before walking over to his seat. You sat down as well, taking a quick sip of your wine as he went to take a bite of his food, “Is it good?”

He nodded, “yeah, thank god.”

You laughed, taking a bite, “I knew it would be.”

The two of you chatted through the whole dinner, laughing and teasing each other, it was amazing. When dinner was finished you grabbed his plate before he could get up, going to wash them in the sink. You could feel his eyes on you as you turned the water on, his chair moving as he stood up. He walked towards you and before you knew it his hands were on either side of you, trapping you in between him and the counter. You almost dropped the plate that you were cleaning when he moved one of his hands to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, leaning down so his mouth was level.“So are we doing this for real?” He whispered and the hair on the back of your neck stood up as you carefully put the plate down.

You were frozen in place for a moment before finally turning around, “if you want to deal with my father's wrath at some point in time.”

“Oh boy, I’d love to,” he smirked a little.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Then yes,” you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He grinned and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and setting you on the countertop. You gave him a little kiss and he grumbled, pulling you in for a real one and you immediately kissed him back. This kiss felt more real than the last ones, they were more desperate, like the two of you were trying to get as much as you could before it was gone. Now it felt more secure, probably because it was. The two of you spent the next hour kissing like teenagers before you finally pulled away.

“I’d love to do this for the rest of the week, but I should probably go,” you laughed as he moved to kiss your neck.

“How about you don’t go,” he whispered in between kisses, you couldn’t help but tilt your head back to give him more space.

He grabbed your legs and pulled you closer to him, you smiled a little, “I really need to Toto.”

“Nope, not happening.”

You opened your mouth to protest when you felt a nip at the nape of your neck, causing you to let out a quiet moan, you could feel his smirk against your skin. He pulled at the satin shirt you wore, untucking it from your jeans before quickly working at the buttons, his forehead resting on your shoulder.

You combed your fingers through his hair, smiling, “Toto.”

He stopped and sat up to look at you, “yes schatzi?”

“I’ve got to go, I know they got pictures of me walking in the building, I can’t let it get suspicious, I’ve been here almost 5 hours.” You gave him a half smile.

He huffed, “that's not fair, for you to wear this top and just leave.”

“Well I need to,” you slid off the countertop and tucked your shirt back in before buttoning it back up.

He was almost in shock, “there’s no way you're about to leave.”

“I am and if you were thinking with your head that's up there,” you pointed at his face, “rather than the one that's down there, you would know that I’m making the smart choice.” You reached out for his face, pulling him into one last kiss, “I had fun.” He nodded in agreement and you turned to leave, grabbing your car keys and opening the door, and walking out. About 30 minutes later you walked into Lewis’ house, Audrey was sitting on the couch with Lewis and Checo who all looked over at you when you walked in.

“Jesus guys, have you been waiting for me?” you looked at them questioningly while setting your stuff down on the counter.

Audrey smiled, “kinda, we were watching a movie.”

“What movie?” You looked over at the tv.

Checo spoke up, “it's about like a fashion magazine and this woman is a bitch to this other girl.”

“Audrey you are not making them watch Devil wears Prada.”

“What?! They hadn’t seen it,” she defended herself as you squeezed in between her and Checo.

Lewis looked at you, “so how was the night?”

“Good,” you smiled and Audrey grinned.

“So do I get to know who you went out with?” Checo looked at the three of you.

You quickly shook your head, “absolutely not, and don’t tell people I went on a date at all.”

“Hmm, why should I?”

You crossed your arms, “I’ll call Carola.”

“Okay, fine, mouth shut,” he forced a smile and Audrey laughed.

You finished the movie with them, heading downstairs followed by Audrey and checo, you looked over at her, “let me change and I’ll come in and talk to you.”

“Okay,” she spoke before walking back into her room while checo followed you into yours. When you walked in you set your phone down on the dresser, looking in the mirror while you took off your jewelry. Checo walked over to the bed, sat down, and looked over at you. You looked at him through the mirror, “Yes?”

“Oh nothing,” he looked away, leaning forward to grab his duffle bag off the floor, looking for a shirt to sleep in.

You sighed and looked back at yourself in the mirror, checo pulled out a shirt and threw his duffle bag on the floor, standing up. You leaned down to open a drawer to grab a sleep shirt of your own and when you stood back up you saw him taking off his shirt, you whipped around while he pulled it over his head, “Sergio, you can't wait 5 seconds or go and change in the bathroom?”

He looked over at you, “why are you being dramatic, it's just a shirt.” You huffed and looked at him for a second, “for someone who is so bothered, you seem to enjoy looking.”

“I’m not bothered and I’m not looking.” You felt your face warm up and you immediately blamed the wine.

“Mhmm, so should I put the shirt I was going to sleep in on, or would you rather me not?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I’m going to go to Audreys room,” you grabbed your nightshirt and walked across the hall and into her room, shutting the door behind you. “Audrey what the fuck.”

She looked up from her bed, “what?”

“Was anyone going to tell me he was lowkey ripped?” You sighed and sat on her bed.

“Omg stop, he is?” She laughed a little.

You put your face in your hands, “yeah he is.”

“I just spent an hour and a half making out with another guy and I come back here and I’m about to sleep with a different one.”

“Well you’re not sleeping with him, you’re just sharing a bed.” You looked up at her with an unimpressed look on your face and she shrugged, “well unless you were planning on it.”

“I’m definitely not going to.”

“I heard he’s good though,” she pointed out.

“Are you for real?” you shook your head.

“Yeah, that's what I heard.”

“Audrey, what is your problem?” You started laughing and she laughed with you.

“Well you literally just came in here and I could’ve sworn you were kinda turned on.”

You shook your head, “I was not.”

“I heard it in your voice.”

“Oh no, you don’t think he noticed did you?”

She shrugged, “well what did he say?”

“He asked if he should leave his shirt off..”

“Oh girl, your fucked.”

“Stop, no I’m not, he has a wife, nothing is going to happen.”

“Well, Tayla said she’s been cheating on him.”

You got up and went to change into your pajamas, “how would she know.”

“Kelly, they’re good friends which I know is so shocking,” she spoke with the most sarcastic tone of voice.

“That just makes me feel bad for him,” you said as you take your jeans off, looking around for your shorts, “please tell me I brought shorts with me.”

“Looks like someone is about to get a show,” she had an evil look on her face.

“Audrey, I need to borrow shorts.”

“Nope, you need to live with the consequences of your own actions, now go, we can talk about Toto tomorrow.”

“Please, Audrey.” You practically begged and she shook her head, sighing you grabbed your clothes and sent her a glare, heading back out of her room. You stared at the door to your room, dreading what waited for you on the other side. Taking a deep breath you opened it and walked in, he was in bed reading a book. The room was dark except for the lamp that he had left on, he didn’t look up until he heard you shut the door behind you. You tried to ignore him, as you threw your dirty clothes in your suitcase.

Walking over to the dresser, you looked at him over your shoulder and he was practically staring you down, “this a joke right?”

“I forgot my pj shorts in here, okay?” You defended yourself as you desperately dug through the dresser drawers.

He watched you as you got more desperate, “or you forgot them entirely.”

You stood up straight and turned around, “look, I wasn’t planning on a man staying here, I was planning on sleeping in here alone.”

He let you finish talking, watching you get all flustered, “ahh senora, come here.” He put his book down and sat up, motioning for you to walk over, reluctantly you did as you were told. He got out of bed, taking his blue plaid pj pants off.

“What are you doing?” You immediately looked away, looking at his face instead of down.

He handed them to you, “letting you borrow my pajama pants so you’ll calm down even though it’s really cute.”

You looked at him for a second before putting them on, the waistband was a little loose on you, and they were definitely baggy. Looking back up at him, you whispered, “thank you.”

He looked back at you, “you’re lucky I have some self-control.”

“The look in your eyes tells a different story.” You mumbled, you were never going to drink wine again.

“I’m sure it does, but I’m not doing anything about it, am I?”

“No, you’re definitely not,” you looked away and went to walk to the other side of the bed, but he grabbed your wrist.

“Why’d you say it like that?”

“Say it like what?” You turned around to look at him as he stared back at you. He didn’t say anything, just observed you for a moment and you pulled your arm away, “I’m going to lay down.”

You moved to your side of the bed before crawling in, pulling the covers over you as he moved to lay beside you. You furrowed your brow briefly and turned over on your side away from him, you began to let your eyes flutter close, ignoring the immense sexual tension. Once you finally began to relax you felt his hand on your waist, and it wasn’t over the shirt. Your breath hitched in your throat when his cold hand came in contact with your warm skin, you immediately turned to lay on your back so you could look at him.

“Checo,” you mumbled, looking at him with your eyes wide.

He looked away from his hand that was now resting on your stomach, “I’m not doing anything, not unless you ask me to.”

“Good thing I’m not asking,” you huffed and the both of you just stared at each other, waiting.

You sat for a few more seconds and moved to turn around when he wrapped his arm around you tightly, pulling you close to him. God, he did smell good, you didn’t know what it was but you wanted to suffocate in it. You turned around in his grasp to face him, resting your forehead on his chest and letting out a sigh.

You just let him hold you, feeling him mess with the hem of his pajama pants that you wore, “you’re not getting those back, just letting you know.”

He laughed quietly, “that’s fine.”

“I’m sorry, you know, about your wife,” you looked up at him.

Checo looked back at you, “I’m probably half to blame, I’m barely ever home, but I try my best.”

“You definitely can’t blame yourself, so stop with that,” you grumbled and rested your head back on his chest. The sexual tension still lingered even though you had tried to change the topic, it was quiet again.

In the silence, you wondered if your dad would be more unhappy that you had gone out with Toto earlier that day or that you were currently laying in Checo’s arms. Your thoughts were interrupted by his voice mumbling your name, you looked up, and before you could think his lips were on yours. Jeez, you were 2 for 2 today, Monaco treated you well. After a few minutes of passionately kissing, you pulled away, trying to catch your breath as you sat up, your heavy breathing slowly transforming into laughter.

Checo sat up as well when you started laughing, he looked concerned, “what, did I do something?”

“what the fuck is going on,” you were almost in disbelief, and he just stared at you.

“We can talk about that later, don’t you think?”

You kept laughing, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him back in for another kiss, him practically on top of you as you laid back down. You let your hand trail down to the hem of his shirt, you could feel his muscles tense through the fabric before you pulled it up. He pulled away and sat back, grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his head while you watched, he had a smirk on his face.

“Still not looking?” His accent was stronger than normal and you were so turned on, it wasn’t even questionable.

“Would you shut up,” you looked away and he got back on top of you, leaning down to kiss your neck. Right as you felt a moan escape your lips you heard the door open, you immediately tensed up and shut your mouth. You went to sit up, but Checo held you down as he looked over his shoulder.

“Holy shit, Audrey I thought you were joking,” you heard a dutch accent, max.

Checo opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off, sitting up, “Get the fuck out, now.” Audrey’s eyes widened and grabbed the door, shutting it and you fell back down, looking up at him.

“Dios, te deseo tanto (god, i want you so bad),” he exhaled before you pulled him back in for another kiss.

After a few seconds, he pulled away, drawing a whine of protest from your lips, but soon was replaced with a moan as he moved to kiss your neck. You felt his hand dip under your shirt and the moment his hand grasped your breast your phone began to ring.

You planned on ignoring it, but Checo looked over and read the caller ID, “It’s your mother.”

You pushed him off immediately, grabbing your phone, you took a deep breath before answering the phone, “Hi mom.” You gave her a smile as checo laid next to you, he scooted over when he realized he was obviously close.

“Hey sweetie, how was your night out?” She looked at you with a questioning glance.

“It was great, we had a lot of fun,” you nodded and she smiled.

“Good to hear, what are you doing now?”

You resisted the urge to look at Checo, “just scrolling through Instagram before going to bed.”

“That makes sense, Checo still staying there?”

You nodded, “yeah, I think he’s upstairs with Lewis right now though.”

“Ah, okay. Well, I’ll let you go, keep me updated with the drama.”

“I will. Love you, bye.” You smiled and hung up, looking over at him. He was already staring at you, you held your phone in your hand, feeling it buzz.

You looked down to see Toto’s name pop up, immediately clearing the notification before checo could see it, “we should probably sleep.”

“Probably,” he mumbled, scooting back to be close to you.

You pulled the covers back up, cuddling up to him as he pressed kisses to your forehead. “You’re going home tomorrow,” you whispered, looking up at him.

“Probably smart,” he hummed and kissed you, you could tell he wanted to continue as did you, but clearly the two of you had some time to think it over. You wanted Toto more, you thought before pulling away from his kiss and drifting off to sleep.

The next morning you woke up cold, when you realized he was gone you opened your eyes. The shirt he fell asleep in crumpled up on the pillow, you reached up to grab it before sitting up. Looking around the room you noticed his bag was gone as well, you looked back down at the shirt. Slipping off the shirt you slept in, you threw his on. It was an old white shirt with a decal and spanish words you didn’t understand, it smelled like him. Before you got up Audrey walked in, handing you a plate with pancakes on it and sitting down next to you.

“I already know what you’re going to say and I don’t want to hear it.”

She had a grin on her face, “wasn’t it just yesterday we had that whole conversation about making bad decisions when it came to men.”

“Shut up, and we didn’t even end up having sex,” you huffed before eating your pancakes.

“Oh, let me guess, you did that thing where when you have 2 seconds to actually think about the situation you realize it’s a bad idea and then you stop.”

“Well yeah, and my mom called me like 4 minutes after you two just decided to barge in.”

She gave you a smile, trying to look apologetic but you knew she wasn’t sorry.

You spent the next few days texting Toto consistently and when you weren’t texting him you were thinking about him. That Thursday, in your extremely hungover state from the crazy night before, he invited you over so he could take care of you since by now he realized you wouldn’t do yourself. You sat next to him on the couch, your legs taking up most of the space even though you had them bent. You rested your head on his shoulder, he was watching some random show that you couldn’t care less about. You took a sip from your glass of water that he got you to take your Advil with.

He glanced over at you, “are you feeling any better?”

“Yeah, the tv is a little loud though,” you looked at him, smiling as you messed with the blanket that covered you both.

He took care of you almost all day, making you dinner once again, and it was good of course. You ate almost eagerly, but you did your best to control yourself, this was only the second time the two of you had hung out, he didn’t know you were an animal when it came to food yet and he didn’t need to.

“How about you stay here tonight this time?” Toto spoke, looking across the table at you.

You stopped eating, looking up at him, “hmm..”

“You can take a warm shower, and I’ll take care of you.”

“I don’t have any of my stuff,” you pointed out.

“You can use my stuff.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Why?” He almost immediately asked, “I want a real reason.”

“Well what if someone saw me walk in?”

“You said no one saw you when you came in.”

“Oh yeah..” You sighed and he looked at you.

In all honesty, you were scared. Scared your father will find out, scared you’d immediately fall in love and get your hopes up, scared you’d never want to leave.

He stared at you, waiting for an answer, “I’ll stay, but make me leave tomorrow or I might stay forever.”

“I make no promises,” he smiled briefly and went back to eating, you smiled to yourself and did the same.

You skipped on the shower since you had one that morning, plus you wanted as much time in bed with him as possible. The both of you stood in his closet, he was looking for a shirt for you to sleep in while you looked around at his clothes.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many white Mercedes button ups,” you laughed and he turned to look over at you, laughing.

“Well I kinda need them.”

“True, I always thought you were hot in the black jacket so I’m secretly hoping we have an abundance of cold or rainy races.” You pointed out.

He raised an eyebrow, “oh really?”

“Mhmm,” you looked at him as he stared back at you. “You’re really handsome you know.” You turned around to look at the watches in his watch box, hearing his footsteps behind you. You tensed up in anticipation as he got closer, he gently touched your shoulder as he moved your hair out of the way.

Wrapping his arms around you, you almost immediately relaxed, “I’m very glad you think so.”

“Me too,” you whispered in response, smiling and breathing him in.

His scent was hard to describe, it made you feel like you were wrapped up in a soft blanket. It had masculine undertones but it was almost like fabric softener with a hint of pine. ‘Whatever it was, it was like heaven,’ you thought to yourself, letting your head fall back onto his chest. You took the moment in as long as you could before he lifted you up and put you on the small island in the middle of his closet. Now eye to eye, you stared at him and he stared back, a small smile on his face. He stood there for a moment before going back to looking at his shirts, you watched as he lifted up a light grey one and walked back over to you. He slipped out the hanger and set it down on the marble next to your thigh. You watched him quietly, raising an eyebrow as he grabbed the hem of the shirt you wore.

“What do you think you’re doing mister?”

“Changing you into pajamas,” he had a mischievous look on his face as he spoke.

You crossed your arms, “oh, i see what you’re doing.”

“Well you don’t feel well, so I’m just trying to help you.”

“Oh yeah, for sure,” you grabbed him by his nice dress shirt, pulling him closer so his torso was pressed up against the island and he stood in between your legs. You looked him in the eyes before beginning to unbutton his shirt.

“What are you doing?” He almost laughed as you took your time with each button.

“Well I might as well help you too, don’t you think?”

“I guess so, it is only fair,” he nodded in agreement.

When you finished unbuttoning his shirt he pulled it off and you couldn’t help grin a little bit to yourself. People could call him an old man as much as they wanted but he was almost just as fit as your younger peers, well some of them.

“I stand by my previous statement, you’re hot.”

“Thought you said I was handsome?”

“You can be both,” you laughed, reaching out to mess up his hair.

He smiled and moved to grab the hem of your shirt again before looking up at you, you gave him a slight nod and he moved to pull it over your head. He looked at you like you were a goddess, you smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. The second your lips met his you could feel his hands on your bare skin, moving to your back so he could unclasp your bra.

You pulled away, grabbing his arms, “you know I feel different with you.”

He looked down at your bra he didn’t get to unclasp with defeat before looking back up at you, “do you? How so?”

You laughed softly at the look of defeat in his eyes as he moved his hands down to rub your thighs as you spoke, “I want to date you like how people used to date, I want to fall in love with you Toto, like crazily in love with you.”

“I feel the same,” he nodded in agreement.

You ran your fingers through his hair, “and I want to wait, for you know, the big stuff, for when we love each other if that’s okay.”

“I want whatever you want schatzi,” Toto smiled back at you.

“Even if that means you have to wait to unclip my bra?”

“Of course,” he smiled and leaned in to give you a soft kiss. When you pulled away you threw the shirt he had just taken off you over his head so you could undo your bra and throw on the shirt he gave you.

The second he knew the shirt was on he took your shirt off of his head, looking at you, “schön (beautiful).”

He smiled and lifted you up, carrying you into his room and laying you down on the bed before moving to the other side. He undid his jeans and slipped them off, leaving them on the floor for tomorrow and getting in bed next to you. As he slipped his arms around your waist and you basked in the secure feeling you wondered if this could truly be it for you.

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moon3thereal · 2 years ago

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Summertime sadness

NOT MY GIF!!

Pairings: Platonic Lady lesso x OC! never student

Genre: hurt/comfort

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, break down

A/n: honestly this was a very self indulging fic and the title is just my new hyperfixation! This is not proofread and written on my phone so I'm sorry for any typos and the mediocrity of it

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"Ms. LeFay, see me after class." Isolde's heart sank as she heard the edge in Lady Lesso's voice, she gave a curt nod in return and spent the rest of the class in a world of her own while the dean delivered her lecture on eternal curses.

Isolde only snapped out of her daze when the deafening bell rang signaling the end of class, she slowly rose up from her seat hoping to blend in to the multitude of students streaming out of the class to no avail.

She hadnt even been able to take a step before a firm hand curled around her bicep. Isolde let out a huff of frustration and allowed herself to be stopped since there was no escaping the dean of evil, as a matter of fact she wasn't even sure why she tried, she'd just listen to the lecture Lady Lesso surely had in store for her about her poor performance and try her best not to break down right in front of her dean.

When all the students were gone, the classroom descended into a heavy silence between Lady Lesso and Isolde. she couldn't even bring her eyes up to meet the striking green of her teacher's gaze. When the silence got too loud, it was evident Lady Lesso was waiting for her student to speak up, so speak up Isolde did.

At that moment, it felt like everything she felt that was kept inside of her rushed out without hesitance. "yes I know I'm a huge disappointment, did you want an apology from me Lady Lesso? Well here it is, I'm sorry I can't always be the high achiever I'm portrayed as, I'm sorry I can't always live up to your expectations, I'm sorry I'm such a failure, I'm sorry you wasted your time on me for nothing. Is that what you wanted to hear? Well here it is. I really hope you're happy now."

Isolde inhaled deeply after her outburst and promptly turned on her heel to leave, Lady Lesso hadn't interrupted her once during her shouting but now her cane shot out to bar the door." I don't seem to recall dismissing you, Ms LeFay. Now if you're done with your tantrum, I would like to speak." she said calmly

"You know I always receive first place ranks, it's standard at this point.I lost to Hester and that's unacceptable" Isolde gritted out "You deserved it, you weren't giving me your best, your curse was perfunctory and you completely deserved the grade I gave you. Now before you shout and rage and attempt to run away yet again, I want you to listen to me very carefully." Lady Lesso paused to gaze at her student sternly, receiving a tentative nod of her head before continuing

"What exactly have you been doing to yourself these past few days? No, hold on, I'd like to guess. You've been spending your nights in the library and your days buried by your own anxiety and putting unnecessary pressure on yourself to be flawless constantly and not allowing yourself any leeway, does that sound quite right?" Lady Lesso asked with a perfect eyebrow raised.

It wasn't what Isolde had expected from her mentor, not at all, and it caught her off guard,"Im sorry, I- what-?" she stuttered, confusion lining her features "Despite what you may feel about me Ms LeFay, being your mentor for four years has made me fond of you, and I know that your behaviour today was completely abnormal."

Lady Lesso leaned against her desk and assessed the look of panic on Isolde's face, she softened and added in a softer tone, "and about what you said just now, you will never apologise to me for being a disappointment again. I have never been disappointed in you, in fact I will even go as far as to say you have always, and will always make me proud. And if I'm right, this has all come to be because you didn't manage to complete Professor Sheek's test in time and you haven't attended her class ever since then. There's one thing you sorely need to be told Isolde, you cannot continue basing your entire self-worth on what people think of you and numbers on a paper,that's no way to live, you are so much more than that my dear."

At this point there were tears welling in Isolde's eyes and she struggled to regulate her breathing and this time when she felt Lady Lesso's hand guide her without her usual vice-like grip to sit, she obediently slumped on a chair." you're really not disappointed in me?" she asked in a small voice while staring at her own feet suddenly feeling deeply embarrassed of her outburst.

"No my dear of course I'm not, however I would like you to take better care of yourself and to stop being so harsh on yourself to the point of getting into this state. I've never seen you like this and I will help you in any way if it means I won't ever see you like this again." Lady Lesso said gently. Isolde let out a relieved sigh and allowed her tears to slide down her cheeks as she leaned into her teacher's embrace. They stayed like that for a few minutes, Lady Lesso calmed her down subtly by rubbing her back softly and whispered assurances.

After a while, Isolde had calmed down sufficiently and her sobs has quieted to sniffles. "You'll take the day off and actually enjoy the privilege of your position as head of student body and take a bath, read, paint, enjoy your single room, you do know that everyone else has to share and they'd give up anything to have the room that you do don't you?" some of the sarcasm had returned to the dean's voice.

Isolde immediately frowned and protested, "but I have curses and death traps with you again and another class in the evening, I couldn't possibly-" Lady Lesso cut off her students stream of protests and spoke authoritatively "you can and you will, I am your dean and I demand that you not return to classes until tomorrow, I can have someone lock you in your dorm if you'd like Ms LeFay" she said in a stern tone.

"I- alright, I'll take the day off but if I fail anything tomorrow, I'm going to put the blame on you." Isolde said attempting to sound sour. The only response Lady Lesso gave was a incredulous laugh, she knew that her best student couldn't possibly fail a class if she missed an entire year, not to mention a day, but she didn't dole out praises often and she wouldn't start now.

"come, I'll walk you to your dorm" she said and opened the doors of her classroom expectantly to see several students eavesdropping on your conversation "if anyone has anything to say about this, I'm sure we can set up a time for a fun chat in the doom room." she sent them her signature glare that made students flee at the sight of it and it worked magnificently just as it did every time.

#lady lesso x reader #lady lesso #school of good and evil #leonora lesso #leonora lesso x reader #lady lesso fanfic #lady lesso fluff #Stress comfort #hurt/comfort

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chasingstardustandmoonbeams · 3 years ago

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After

A/N: Repost from my old blog/AO3 account.

When you looked at him you saw a future. When he looked at you, you thought all he saw was the present, only a war to be won. Perhaps he was right. There was no after. Only the small moments that came before the end.

There was one thing you knew to be painfully true. Cassian Andor put the rebellion above everyone, even you. He’d never said it, never alluded to it, but you knew it to be true. You admired him for it, the clear resolve he had. But you couldn’t say you’d felt the same. You’d die for the rebellion, but if it ever came between Cassian’s safety and the rebellion? You’d choose him every time.

You’d fallen in love with Cassian gradually, as you worked away at the walls he’d built up. He was stoic and gruff, but he was also kind and funnier than he’d ever admit. You loved him, fully, completely, but you’d never tell him.

You took a deep breath, your eyes closed as you stretched your neck. You and Cassian were preparing to leave to gather imperial security protocols on a remote planet.

“Are you ready?”

You opened your eyes to find Cassian looking at you. His rich brown eyes showed concern, his lips turned down in a frown.

“I’m fine,” you reassured him, grabbing your bag and heading towards his ship.

“You can stay behind,” he said boarding the ship. “I can do this on my own.”

Resisting rolling your eyes, you placed your bag down. “Of course you can,” you replied, “But what would be the fun in that?” You didn’t miss the way he gave you a pointed glare.

You watched as Cassian readied the ship, his fingers flying deftly over the consol.

“Cassian?” You prodded.

“Mm?”

You sat down next to him in a huff. He glanced at you for a moment before shaking his head.

“Cassian, I’m fine. I just want to make sure we find everything we need to. Honestly.”

He turned to you, clearly not believing you, but choosing to anyways. Without another word, he punched in the coordinates.

Cassian was silent, his eyes steady ahead as the stars raced past you. You chewed on your lip, anxiety beginning to rake over you. You weren’t fine. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen, but you didn’t dare mention it to Cassian. You swallowed thickly, shifting in your seat.

“Have you ever thought about after?” You said curtly, not realizing you had even said the words out loud.

“After?” He replied gruffly.

You turned in your seat to better face him. “After, you know? If we- when we finally win and the Empire is defeated, what will you do then?”

You watched his face. Cassian was remarkably skilled at hiding his emotions, but you could see the slight curl of his lips and the furrowing of his eyebrows.

“No,” he said simply.

You let out a sigh, “No? You’ve never thought about an after? About what you would do or-”

“No.” He paused. “There isn’t a point. I could die today or tomorrow. There’s no point in an after. Only now.”

You stared at him unsure of what to say. “What are you fighting for if not tomorrow?” You asked. “There has to be some light at the end of this, hasn’t there? What was all of this for if there isn’t?”

Cassian stayed silent, his jaw working as if refraining from saying something he might regret.

“What is your after then?” He asked you softly.

You smiled, your eyes crinkling. “To be somewhere quiet, peaceful. Growing old with someone I love. Building a life for myself outside of this, because of this.”

He watched you now, his eyes searching yours in a way that only he could. Cassian opened his mouth to speak, but you had reached your destination.

Wordlessly, you both prepared yourselves. Cassian landed in a secluded area, both of you exiting the ship tentatively.

“We get what we need and leave,” he said shortly, his eyes locked on yours.

The corner of your lips tugged up into a smile, “Yes, Captain Andor.”

If you had blinked you would have missed the bright smile he gave you in return.

You both began your trek to the bottom of the base. Cassian removed an imperial code cylinder he had gathered beforehand opening the door.

Quietly, you both made your way through the base. Cassian took the lead, opening door after door until you found what you were looking for. You’d been too preoccupied to notice the trooper that rounded the corner.

A shot was fired near your head and you ducked. Cassian already firing his blaster in the direction of the trooper.

“Cassian, go! I’ve got this. Get what we need.” You shot down the stormtrooper and watched as Cassian reluctantly left you.

More stormtroopers rounded the corner and you did your best to fight them off. A burning sensation struck you in your side, you let out a cry. With gritted teeth, you rested against a nearby wall as you continued to fire.

Cassian came running to your side, finishing off the last two stormtroopers.

Your knees buckled and you found yourself sliding down the wall until you sat on the floor.

“What? What is it?” Cassian asked you frantically.

You pushed your jacket open, your wound apparent. You smiled without humor, “Oh, I’ve been shot.”

Cassian looked at you desperately, the sound of stormtroopers approaching was not lost on either of you.

“Go, Cassian,” you said softly, “You need to get those protocol codes back to the rebellion. I’ll only slow you down.”

“I’m not leaving you here.”

You looked up at him in surprise, “Cassian, you have to leave me,” you pleaded, “We’ll both die if you don’t.”

“So be it,” he said firmly. Without another word, he lifted you up swinging your arm around his shoulder for support. You clenched your jaw, trying not to cry out in pain.

“Can you still fire?” He asked you as you began to make your way back to the ship.

You answered his question by quickly raising your blaster and firing at a stormtrooper coming towards you.

Cassian led you as best as he could while you fired your blaster away. You were beginning to feel lightheaded, but you tried your best to stay awake.

By the time you finally made it back to the ship, you were beginning to blackout from the pain. You could faintly hear Cassian talking to you as he started the ship, but you couldn’t make any of it out.

You let out a gasp as Cassian’s cold hands began to work at your wound.

“Stay with me,” he whispered desperately. “You’re going to be fine.”

“Cassian,” you mumbled.

“Don’t speak,” his voice broke, as he worked at cleaning your wound.

“Cassian,” you tried again. “I need to tell you something.”

“You can tell me later.”

“No, Cassian.”

His hands stilled as he looked at you, his eyes watering.

“My after?” You took a steadying breath, “I want it with you.”

Tears began to cascade down Cassian’s face, but his expression never changed. You reached out to touch his face, Cassian’s eyes closed as you touched his cheek. His lips quivered as you stroked your thumb gently across his cheek.

Cassian turned his face, kissing your hand gently.

“Stay with me,” he pleaded, “You can make it back and they’ll fix you. I need you.”

Hot tears began to streak down your cheeks, you bit your lip, silently nodding at Cassian.

“Okay?” He asked.

You only nodded your head in reply.

You’d try to hold on for him. For your dream. For your after with him. You just wished the base wasn’t so very far away.

#cassian andor #rogue one #cassian andor x reader #cassian andor imagine #star wars imagine #star wars x reader #rogue one imagine

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abimess · 3 years ago

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The Story Of Us - Part 13

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

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Summary: You and Wanda have known each other since you were little. And a love story that could've been as simple as a clichéd romantic comedy suffers the effects of stubbornness and immaturity, ending up becoming something almost like a Greek tragedy.

Word count: 2.913 || Pronouns: she/her

Warnings: none

And it's finally here! This chapter is more of an epilogue, really, but it's a cute moment and I feel like it wouldn't make sense if I left this song out. Hope you like it!

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Lover

This would be the prettiest sight in Westview if you didn't have a certain redhead in mind.

Still, the party venue didn't fail to take your breath away, with the pastel decorations just the way Wanda likes them, and the yellowish lights you've chosen, which give the whole garden a more and more welcoming tone as the sun goes down.

And all this from the small window of the room where you are getting ready. You imagine how beautiful the ceremony will be when you finally come down to be part of it.

Only the thought makes your insides turn nervously, your heart beating faster with anxiety. Of course your brain would trick you into thinking about all the things that could go wrong, but you wouldn't allow that. Everything would be fine, there's no reason to be nervous.

"We have a problem." Is the next thing you hear, and you spin on your heels to face Pietro entering the room. "A small problem, nothing I can't fix." He adds quickly as he closes the door, slightly scared by your desperate expression, "I actually just don't know where to put the ring bear."

"Ring bearer?" You correct, looking at him with shock, and the man shrugs his shoulders. "Yes, the bear that will bear the rings." He says with obviousness, but you keep looking at him completely baffled, hoping he is kidding. From the way his eyes widen in the next second, you figure he’s not.

"OH MY GOD." Pietro exclaims, his face showing a mixture of realization and terror, and you widen your own eyes in both irritation and disbelief. "YOU BROUGHT A BEAR TO MY WEDDING?!"

"What the hell are you two yelling about?!" Natasha’s voice is confused as she enters the room, Maria right behind her. As the two women enter and close the door, you run your hand through your hair angrily. "Pietro brought a wild animal to my wedding!"

"Technically it's not wild, it lives in a zoo-"

"There's a bear at my wedding!" You interrupt the defensive speech of the blonde man, who shuts up immediately, ashamed - and slightly scared of your angry posture. Natasha and Maria exchange confused looks as you keep mumbling under your breath about your wedding being a complete disaster.

"Okay, Y/n, calm down." Asks the redhead tenderly, placing her hands on your shoulders and guiding you to sit on the chair near the window you were previously looking at. After you do, Natasha turns her attention to her girlfriend. "Babe, can you go get her some water please?"

At the same instant, Maria nods and rushes out of the bedroom. As you bury your face in your hands in distress, Natasha crosses her arms, looking at Pietro, who’s been motionless by the side of the door. "You, talk."

"Alright, so, Wanda left me in charge of taking care of the ring bearer and-"

"Never mind, you don't have to say anything else." The redhead interrupts with a tired sigh, torn between laughing at the absurdity of that situation or slapping the man on the head for such an unbelievable mistake.

"Okay, look, in my defense, he's trained for this. He's pretty small, his name is Koda and he's adorable." The blonde man argues at the same time as Maria returns to the room, and offers a yellow smile in an attempt to make the situation better somehow.

"I just saw the bear, he really is cute." The dark-haired woman adds, handing you the glass of water, and you drink it all in a single gulp. "Okay then, if the bear is trained for it I don't see a problem. It'll be a lot of fun, actually." Natasha says, reassuringly looking at you and you sigh, nodding your head in surrender.

"Great... But now we have another problem." Pietro says, attracting all the attention back to him. "You'll have to tell Wanda about the bear." He says, directly at you, and you furrow your brows in confusion. "Me? Why me?" You ask, and the blonde man puts his hand on his pockets before saying, "Because I'm afraid of her."

"Pietro, I-"

"Cool, bye!" He interrupts before sprinting out of the room, closing the door with a loud thud, and you let out an incredulous chuckle. "Can you believe this guy is gonna be my brother-in-law?" You say with humor, making the other women in the room smile amusedly.

"But are you complaining?" Natasha questions with a raise of her eyebrow, and you smile to yourself as you think about getting married to the woman you love. "Absolutely not." You answer, receiving a sweet smile from your friend.

"Alright, let me go fix this mess." You say as you stand up and receive from the other two pats on your back and supportive comments.

The second floor of the house you rented for the wedding is taken mostly by the people working on the ceremony, so you don’t get stopped to chat on your way to the room where Wanda was getting ready. Just the thought of seeing her made your skin shiver with anticipation, and you had a smile on your lips as you knocked on the door.

Although you can hear the sounds of chatter coming from inside, no one comes to open the door for you, so you decide to open it yourself.

"Wands?" You call out the moment you step in inside the room and, although you still can’t see them, the chattering stops. "What are you doing here? You can't see me!" Wanda shouts from the bathroom, almost in distress, and you smile amusedly.

"Yeah, Y/n! It's bad luck!" Carol adds, coming out of the bathroom and walking towards you with an almost angry expression that makes you immediately raise your hands in surrender. You barely get a glimpse of your fiancée getting out of the bathroom before the blonde covers your eyes with your hand.

"And you can't see her either, miss, close your eyes!" Maria says with amused disapproval, and you imagine that she covered Wanda’s eyes as well. "Guys, I need to talk to her." You say amidst a laugh, your hands in the pockets of your suit.

"Wait, I have an idea." You hear Carol tell, and soon after you are being moved around the room by hands that you imagine are the blonde's. By the soft mumbles coming from Wanda, you imagine that Maria is doing the same to her.

"Okay, you can open your eyes." Carol says, and when you do as you are told, you are met with only Wanda's face a few inches from yours, a long towel held up between you so that you can't see the rest of each other's bodies. And she looks absolutely stunning.

"What is it?" The redhead asks with amusement at your clear expression of wonder, and you giggle lightly, smiling foolishly at her, unable to stop admiring her. "I haven't seen you since this morning. You look beautiful."

"My makeup isn't even half done." Wanda comments with a playful chuckle, but she has reddened cheeks from your comment, and you can only fall even deeper in love with her. "I know, and you already look breathtaking."

"Guys, I know it's your wedding day and all, but I'm gonna puke if you keep this up." Carol playfully complains beside you, and the four of you giggle before Wanda frowns in confusion.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" She asks, and you find yourself unable to tell her what happened. She would probably just be more anxious and nervous than she already is, and you wanted this day to be nothing but perfect for her.

"Pietro has a surprise for you." You tell instead, watching your bride's countenance turn into one of curiosity and excitement. "It's happening during the ceremony, so he asked me to let you know."

"Okay." She comments with an anxious giggle, and you can tell by her expression that she is holding back from asking questions, so you rush to say, "See you at 5:30."

"See you at 5:30." She repeats sweetly, happy smiles taking over both your faces as you lean toward each other like magnets. Before your lips can meet Wanda's, however, a hand is placed between you.

"No kissing until the preacher allows it!" Carol says, looking at you both reproachfully. And, amidst giggles, you have your friend cover your eyes again and carry you out of the room.

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"Are you sure you're going in alone?" asks one of the staff members responsible for guiding the ceremony forward, and you let out a shaky breath of nervousness as you see all the people you know sitting in the chairs arranged in front of the altar.

You and your family never got along again after so many arguments and years apart. You didn't care much for that, at least not anymore. But there was the inconvenience at this moment of not having anyone to go in with you, and in the midst of so many things to sort out, you forgot to choose someone to do it with.

"Absolutely not." A voice behind you sounds before you can give her your confirmation, and you and the woman look back immediately, "I'm going in with her."

"Charles." You say with a smile that reciprocates his. "Congratulations on the wedding, child. You deserve all the happiness in the world." He wishes, taking one of your hands between his, and you have to hold back your tears as you thank him.

"All right then. You may go." Says the woman, signaling down the aisle before giving a few commands on her walkie-talkie. In the next instant soft music begins to play, and conversations quickly die down as the guests look back.

You and Charles exchange a look of confirmation before you begin to walk slowly toward the altar. You exchange a few glances and smiles with close friends, your heart beating fast with each new step.

As you reach the altar, the man turns to you to deposit a gentle kiss on your cheek, and you smile at him as he walks back to stand beside Erik on one of the chairs, who is also smiling at you.

You try not to let your nerves get the best of you as the ceremony takes place, controlling yourself so that your leg doesn't shake with anxiety. But it is only when Wanda appears at the end of the aisle, accompanied by her father, that your brain completely stops working.

It's as if everything around you happens in slow motion and is slowly dimmed, darkened until only you and Wanda are left, smiling as she gets closer and closer. At some point you can no longer hold back your tears, and you don't even mind too much because the redhead has tears in her eyes too when she joins you.

Oleg hugs you tightly as the two of them reach the altar, and you don't wait for him to pull away completely to turn your full attention to your bride.

"Hi." She whispers softly as she stops in front of you, looking up at you with those beautiful green eyes you fell so hopelessly in love with all those years ago, and it's hard not to kiss her as you smile back. "Hi."

The preacher gets back to talking after that. About love, commitment, and all the things that the woman in front of you makes you feel strongly and want for the rest of your days. You have to focus really hard to pay attention to the speech and not get lost in the redhead's beauty, but every time she smiles, it's as if all your attempts have been in vain.

But eventually she looks away down the aisle, and you decide to follow her gaze as the guests let out choruses of surprise and excitement. You softly chuckle as your eyes rest where everyone else's are.

Walking slowly down the aisle toward you, a small brown bear with an even smaller black tie wrapped around his neck carries in his mouth a little basket with the rings that you and Wanda will exchange.

"There's a bear at our wedding." Wanda comments, looking at the little creature in a mixture of confusion and disbelief, and you hum in confirmation. "A special gift from your brother." You tell, drawing her gaze back to you. "Our ring bearer."

The redhead's frowning eyebrows only last for a brief moment before her countenance turns to one of understanding, chuckling softly at the misunderstanding her brother had committed. She should've known.

But the guests let out adoring sounds, laughing and taking pictures of the animal as it approaches you, and you can only think that Natasha was right, it was fun after all.

When the little bear finally makes it down the aisle, his trainer hands the rings to you and Wanda, and you both hold your breaths in anticipation. When the preacher instructs you to take your vows, you let out a long sigh.

"Wanda Maximoff," you begin, smiling wider when you see the happy smile on her lips, "I thought I fell in love with you that night in high school when you kissed that guy at one of my shows - honestly, how dare you?"

Your playful question draws laughter not only from your bride but from the guests around you. When the redhead shrugs, they laugh some more. "But the truth is, it was long before that. When I shared my glove with you that cold day, or all the times we stood on the roof at night talking for hours. Or maybe several other times before that. Certainly many other times after."

Your tone is so passionate that Wanda is sure her heart is going to explode at any moment now, but she settles for just letting the tears flow instead. And as for you, you need to clear your throat to fight the crying and get your vows finished.

"The truth is that you make me fall in love with you every day. Every morning when I wake up next to you and every night when I lie down by your side." You continue, the butterflies flying rampant in your stomach as memories fill your mind. "And I know, as surely as a human being can be, that I will fall in love with you, every day, always, for the rest of our lives."

You finish your vows by placing the wedding ring on Wanda's finger, and she gives a tearful laugh of happiness as she watches the action. When you finish, the preacher tells her to perform her vows now, and the redhead just smiles at you for a moment before doing so.

"Y/n Y/l/n," she begins, "we've been through so much throughout our lives together... A little over two decades now, I thought we'd have grown tired of each other by this point." She jokes, drawing amused giggles from you and your guests.

"But the truth is, I could never get tired of you," she confesses, her eyes sparkling with the light of the setting sun and something else that only you are capable of awakening in her, "you are the reason I wake up every day with a smile on my face and go to bed every night with the certainty that life can truly be good."

Your smile widening makes tears roll down your cheeks, and Wanda has to resist the urge to hold your face between her hands to keep talking. "And I may not be a silly, naive teenager anymore, but with you, all my days are a fairytale." She remarks knowingly, a reference to the first date of the two of you that only you and she would understand.

"And I never told you this, but that night on your roof, when you asked me what my planning was for 20 years from then? It was with you." Her confession is tearful, and makes your breath hitch as your tears flow down more freely.

"It was always you, and it will always be you, for the rest of my days." She assures, placing the ring on your finger this time, and you just want the preacher to give the command soon so you can kiss your bride already.

"If anyone has anything against this union-"

"Oh, please, we've been waiting for this our whole lives!" Tony's shout interrupts the preacher's speech, drawing laughter from everyone around, including herself. "Alright." The woman says with amusement, exchanging glances between you and Wanda as she says, "I now pronounce you wives. You may seal your marriage."

Neither of you needs to hear it a second time, and as soon as the instruction leaves the preacher's lips, you and Wanda are moving forward, your arms around her waist as her hands cup your cheeks, pulling you closer.

The guests erupt in cheers and applause, but all those sounds are drowned out as your bride - now wife - kisses you passionately, the best kiss you have ever shared in your lives.

As Wanda said, you have been through a lot together. But right now, more than ever, you are sure that the story of you is nowhere near over, and things would only get better from here on out.

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And this is the end! Thank you so much to everyone who followed this story, I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you all liked reading it as well. As always, thoughts and comments are very much appreciated ad encouraged. Stay safe!

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When She Met Him

18+content! Warnings: There will be sex. Language, over stimulation, bathroom hook ups, public sex, cream pie(? What is the word for that outside of hentai?), unprotected sex, alcohol use, and I think that is it

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“Come on! Our Uber is here!” Natasha shouts from downstairs. You and Wanda were still in your rooms putting on the finishing touches before the big end of the year party. You’ve been to one of Tony’s parties and you knew these things were a big deal. Slutty dresses and high heels were a must. Wanda walks into your room in a burgundy body hugging dress and finishes zipping up your navy blue one. It’s a body con that makes your breast sit just right and exaggerates the curves you work so hard on.

“You look gorgeous, honey,” she smiles at you in the mirror right before you spray your setting spray.

“It’s not too much? Or too little?”

“Nope. It’s perfect. Now come on!” She snags your clutch and thrusts it into your hands. “Nat’s about to have a conniption.” You giggle and follow after, stepping into a pair of silver heels.

This was everything a Stark party should be and more. A heavy bass thrummed through the ground the second your feet touched the side walk in front of his high rise.

“Doesn’t he ever get noise violations?” Wanda asks tucking her arms into yours and Natasha’s while you start to walk in.

“I think he owns all the buildings around here,” Nat smirks. You take the elevator to the top floor and enter the throngs of people already dancing and shouting. You glance at Natasha. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I won’t leave you,” she promises knowing your social anxiety just hit the ceiling at the amount of people you were suddenly surrounded by.

“We’ll find our people and find a spot to set up camp,” Wanda assures you before pulling you in the direction of the bar.

You acquire three signature cocktails before heading outside to find Vision staring off at the view of the city from the balcony. You can’t help but smile at how similar him and Wanda are. He’s the type of loner who’s just fine in social settings just like her. So fucking adorable.

You were the exact opposite. You enjoyed partying and dancing but in micro doses. It led to a lot of mini dance parties in your dorm with with whoever was there at the time. You loved moments like those. Moments like these, though, gnawed at you from the inside: surrounded by strangers in a loud space far from home.

You took a calming breath and put on a brave smile to respond to Vision’s greeting.

“There’s the triple threat,” you hear a familiar voice behind you.

“Carol!” You light up and prepare to throw yourself at the woman.

“Hey, roomie!” She grins and wraps her strong arms around your waist. You almost relax into the hug until you notice Maria at her side. You quickly removed yourself and go to greet the dark skinned woman.

Carol might have been blind to your advances but Maria was wholly aware of your crush on her girlfriend. She gave you a talk one day and you’d yet to forget it. Boundaries were a big deal to this couple and you respected them. You loved Carol too much as a friend to get in the way of her love life.

“How’s the new place?” Carol asks taking a sip of her beer.

“It’s great! So posh and spacious.”

“The neighbors are pretty great, too,” Natasha interjects with a smirk.

“Stop,” you giggle.

“Uh oh,” Carol grins. “What’s going on over there?”

“Maybe you can enlighten us. Do you know a Steve Rogers?”

“Yeah, he’s in aeronautics.”

“Stop,” you insist to your red headed roommate.

She promptly ignores you. “What does ‘it’s complicated’ mean?”

“What are you talking about?” Maria frowns.

“Our overly romantic single friend here might have a little crush but his status says ‘it’s complicated’,” Nat explains.

“Please! You’re embarrassing me!” You whine stomping your heeled foot but you still go unnoticed.

“Oh!” Maria laughs. “I think that’s what it means by ‘it’s complicated’,” she points to the throngs of boys inside but one stands out: a tall blond slow dancing despite the upbeat music with a pretty brunette. “They’re kind of on again off again,” Maria explains.

You frown at the sight but they do look happy together. You were glad you took Wanda’s romantic advice to heart for once. It certainly didn’t hurt as bad as it could’ve.

But it still sucked.

“I think you could use another drink,” Natasha smiles and encourages you to finish your first cocktail. You nod numbly and down the fruity concoction that makes your tummy feel warm despite the cool breeze. Nat starts to tug you back to the bar when she spots Clint and Laura once you’re both back inside. “Sweetie, can you handle this? I’m going to get them.” You nod again and finish your trek to the bar. You order something a little stronger, already feeling like this was not your night and drowning it in alcohol sounded like the way to go. You spot Steve with that brunette again while you wait for your drink and let out a long sigh.

She is gorgeous. She’s totally pulling off the whole pinup look, too. Probably looks so pretty with those red lips wrapped around his cock.

“Now what’s a pretty place like this doing in a thing like you?”

You blink at the voice and the phrase just as the bartender drops off your drink and snaps you back to reality. You pick up the frosted glass and turn to meet a pair of icy eyes attached to a smirking face. You were going to completely ignore him but, god, he’s hot. Strong body and a strong jaw, with strong gaze that makes you want to comply.

“I know you aren’t talking to me like that,” you laugh nervously.

“Got your attention, though.” You smile at how right he is. “Whatcha starin’ at my pal for?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” You deny and sip your drink instantly regretting it because it goes straight to your head.

“Oh, yes you do, doll face. The tall blond you were just making bedroom eyes at is my best friend.”

“Oh?” You squeak completely caught in the act.

“‘Oh’ is right,” he chuckles. “I see you around the complex sometimes.”

“Really? I never see you.” You take in his tight dark shirt and his thick thighs through his black jeans. You definitely would’ve noticed this.

“I try not to go outside too often. I might actually tan and start to look like that one.” He nods in his friend’s direction and you can’t help but giggle. “Name’s James by the way but everyone calls me Bucky.” You open you mouth to introduce yourself but he beats you to it. “Stevie told us already. Said there’s a really cute girl that just moved in. Nice to actually meet you.” You smile softly. He takes a swig of his beer and scans your body. “Nice dress, by the way.”

“Thank you,” you whisper embarrassed knowing he won’t hear you over the music. You’re not used to guys openly checking you out. At least not like that. He takes a step closer so he doesn’t have to shout to be heard.

“You never answered my question: what brings you to a Stark party?”

You sigh at the prospect of having to explain it. “The guy my roommate’s talking to is Tony’s best friend and he invited us.”

“Stark only has three friends: one of them does not come to these things and one of them has the social ineptitude of a turtle so it must be the one with the funny name. Visor? Vector?”

“Vision,” you correct around a giggle. “What do you know about Tony.”

“He was Stevie’s freshmen year roommate. They fucking hated each other but now Tony acts like they’re best friends so we come to these things sometimes for free booze.”

“That’s pretty much why we’re here,” you laugh. He steps closer to you to avoid some guy trying to get the bartender’s attention and your shoulder presses against his solid chest. He doesn’t move back but instead leans down to talk into your ear. You can smell his cool and fresh cologne and the mint on his breath. One hand comes to your hip and squeezes the flesh there softly. Butterflies float around your insides for a moment before settling in your lower stomach.

“How many of those have you had, doll face?” His voice is deep as his breath fans across the shell of your ear.

“This is only my second one.”

“Good. Then you’re still of sound mind. Come dance with me.”

You smile and shake your head with an embarrassed laugh. Dancing with complete strangers was not something you did. Besides your friends were waiting for you. “Come on. It’ll get your mind off of golden boy over there.” You look up at Bucky as his hand roams up to your waist. He’s already impossibly close but you take half a step toward him and the hand on your waist grips you possessively.

“Alright. One dance.” You go to dump the contents of your drink in you mouth but he stops you.

“I want you sober,” he insists and leaves both of your drinks on the bar before pulling you into the crowd. His hand is so warm and comfortable around yours: rough callouses meet soft and delicate. He pulls you to a halt and wraps his hands around your hips and tugs you flush to him. You can’t help but giggle as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. He’s big and imposing but his hands on you are so gentle. You move your hips to the music, taking the lead in this raunchy form of club dancing you’re so used to and he easily follows.

One dance turns into two then three and you know your friends are wondering where you are because parties weren’t really your thing. It was quite the switch to go from hanging off of them at every party you attended to disappearing on the dance floor with a mysterious stranger.

But was he really a stranger? Bucky was your neighbor, after all. And his arms felt so good around you. Tracing the curves of your body and keeping you so close. Close enough that when you looked up at him you couldn’t help but kiss his jaw. And you were sure he couldn’t help and bend down to kiss your neck. And his big hands couldn’t help but slide over your ass like he owned you and right now, you wanted nothing more than for him to own you. To spank you. To pull you into his lap and fill you up with him. His lips find yours and they fit together so perfectly. His tongue runs across your bottom lip and parts them slightly to let himself in. He dominates you but you easily give up wanting nothing more than for this man to lead you where he wants you to go. He groans into your mouth and you feel the signs that he’s just as turned on by this as you are and you core clenches wanting more of him in you than just his tongue.

His lips pull away and trail down your jaw to your ear.

You gasp at your explicit thoughts and at words that escape his lips into your ear. “Come with me?”

You nod and he takes your hand. Bucky leads you through the people to some quiet corner and an underutilized bathroom. His hand gropes the wall for a switch and the room illuminates. The dark moody party lighting didn’t do this man justice. He grins at you and it absolutely lights up his face.

“Hi,” you whisper sheepishly, suddenly highly aware of what’s about to happen.

“Hey, gorgeous.” He lifts you onto the counter and your lips meet again. He softly alleviates the doubt swirling in your mind as his lips move against yours. He presses his large body between your legs and grips your neck softly, angling your head upwards toward him and you cling to him again. A soft moan escapes your throat and he readily swallows it.

“Is it okay if I touch you, gorgeous?” He asks, his other hand rubbing what’s exposed of your thigh.

“You’re already touching me, handsome,” you quip breathlessly.

“Not what I mean and your know it,” he chuckles, his grip on your throat tightening fractionally.

“Please touch me, Bucky.”

“I love the way you say my name,” he growls. His hand slides up your thigh to your underwear. A gentle finger runs up your clothed slit. “Fuck, you’re soaked!” he groans. “This all for me?”

“All for you,” you assure him just before you lose your breath when a finger circles your clothed clit. His fingers curl around your lace panties and rub shallowly against your folds, collecting your essence before circling your clit again. You whine and hold him close, burying your face in his shoulder.

You feel a finger slip into your body and your hips buck against it on instinct. “Calm down, doll. I wanna take my time with you,” Bucky chuckles, the hand around your neck massaging the delicate skin there and holding you in place. The finger inside you curls, stroking your internal walls softly before-

“Ngh!” You groan as he hits your sweet spot.

“There it is,” Bucky smiles and kisses your forehead. “That feel good, doll face?” You nod and his grip on your neck attempts to strangle you. “Words.”

“It feels so good!” You exhale and buck your hips against his hand. You grip his shoulders, pulling him closer. His lips connect to your jaw as a soft moan escapes your lips. You gasp in time with his fingers. Your insides feel like they’re made of jello and he’s playing your body like a well tuned instrument. You feel your core start clench, that coil in you tightening to a ridiculous level that you don’t know how much longer you can hold out.

Bucky hums against your skin knowing just how close you are. “You gonna cum on my fingers, doll? Make a mess all over my hand?”

You tighten your jaw and try to hold back a whine but he’s relentless. “Bucky, I’m so close,” you whimper.

“Let go, gorgeous. I’m right here to catch you,” he assures you and that’s all you need to release on him. “Good girl, cummin’ all over my hand. Making a fuckin’ mess.” You whine as he continues to stroke you through your orgasm. “You wanna make a mess on my cock?”

“Yes, please,” you whisper.

“So eager,” he mutters and kisses you as he removes his fingers from your core. He pulls away to suck your essence off of his fingers and groans. “And you taste so fuckin’ good, doll.” You pull him into another kiss, tasting yourself on his lips while he tugs your panties down your legs before tucking them in his pocket. “You gonna be a good girl for me and take my cock?”

“Yes, Bucky. I wanna be your good girl,” you pant as he unbuttons his jeans.

“Get on your knees. Show me how good you are.” You nod and he lifts you off the counter so you can fall to your knees in front of him. He removes his hands from his jeans and lets you take over. You unzip his fly and tug down his jeans and underwear. His heavy cock springs free making you bite your lip, mouth watering at the thought of wrapping your tongue around it. “Go on, doll face.” You grin and wrap your hands around his thick member, gathering the bead of precum that’s waiting at his tip and rub it down his shaft. He lets out a loud moan and tangles a hand in your hair. He doesn’t press or pull, just holds on to you while you slick up his dick. You finally open your mouth wide enough to fit his tip. You flatten your tongue against his tip and taste the bit of his essence that he just produced. You groan at the salty taste of him. Your core clenching all over again for him. You release his tip with a pop and your tongue traces the thick vein that runs under his cock. You suck softly at his heavy balls and hear him cry out your name above you. Your lips quirk upward and trail your tongue back up to his tip, gathering saliva as you went. You wrap your lips back around his tip and start to bob your head, hollowing your cheeks to suck him off and attempt to take on all of him.

“Fuck, doll,” he groans, that hand tangled in you hair keeping a tight pace for you. You try your best to take all of him into your mouth but he’s so big. You relax your throat and swallow him, tears stinging your eyes from the strain. “That’s it, gorgeous. Good girl,” he moans bucking his hips and forcing your noes to bury into his pubic hair. “Keep that up and I’m gonna cum in that pretty little mouth,” he mutters. You look up at him and the absolute bliss he’s in is written all over his face. His hips stutter and he abruptly pulls you off of him. “Wanna cum in that sweet pussy, doll.” You nod as he bends down to lift you up and pull you into a desperate kiss. He tugs a condom out of his back pocket. “God, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he sighs as he pulls away from you to roll the condom on. “Why don’t you bend over that sink for me?”

“Yes, Bucky,” you giggle and brace yourself on the edge of the counter. His hands slip up the sides of your thighs and hook under the hem of your dress, bunching it around your waist.

“This ass,” he spanks you and you jump forward before he rubs his palm across the spot he just abused. You meet his gaze in the mirror as he licks his top lip. “You ready for me, doll?”

You nod and stutter a soft, “Yes, Bucky.” He guides his tip across your wet folds before pressing his head into you. You moan at the intrusion. He’s so big you’re scared he’ll split you in half but he’s been so good to you so far, it’ll be welcome death: cumming on a giant cock.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans halfway in. “Rock me in, doll.” You nod and rock your hips, taking on a little bit more at a time as he stretches you gently. A whine escapes your lips when it starts to burn. “Almost there, gorgeous. You’re doing so good. Taking my cock. Your mouth could do this. Your pussy shouldn’t have a problem.” A small laugh escapes your lips distracting you as he presses into you, sheathing himself in your core. He lets out a soft moan and rubs your hips. “You doing okay, doll? Let me know when you’re ready for me.” You nod gripping the edge of the sink, your voice momentarily lost at the feeling of being so completely full. A soft groan escapes your lips at the thought of rubbing your lower stomach and feeling him poking into you. Your hips buck and you clench around him making him hiss and spank you again. “You want me to fuck you, tell me,” he commands.

“Please, Bucky!” You cry. “Fuck me!” He pulls his hips away from you and pulls out to the his tip, undoing all your hard work, right before he slams back into you.

“Fuck!” You scream as he ruts into you over and over.

“‘Fuck’ is right,” he grins breathlessly, eyes trained on where he disappears into you. “Feels so fucking good. Like you were made for my dick.” You whimper at his words, feeling your core tighten and get ready for another orgasm. He angles his hips over yours and rams into a spot inside you that leaves you screaming. “There it is,” he smirks breathlessly.

“Fuck, Bucky!” You cry, tears spring from your eyes at the intense level of pleasure he’s pulling from you. “I can’t! Please!” You beg incoherently.

“You can and you will,” Bucky grunts still meeting the spot. Your hips press back into him, trying to find release from this. It’s too much. “Oh no, doll. You’re gonna cum when I say so,” Bucky instructs and pulls your hair so you bend back to kiss him. You whimper into his mouth but he ignores your pleas while he brings the most intense feeling out of your body. No man has ever made you feel like this. So exposed and vulnerable yet completely protected. Like he’s going to get you to the peak of this high and be right there to catch you.

“Please, Bucky! Please let me cum!” You whine against his mouth.

“Hold it,” he grunts, his thrust getting faster and more frantic. You feel your knees begin to give out but he’s holding you up completely as you claw into the sink for some level of support. “Cum, doll,” he breathes then barks, “Come on!”

You release around him and your entire body releases, too. You press into him as he give a few more frantic ruts before he twitches inside of you. “Fuck,” he groans against your back while rubbing your hips. His hips buck at random intervals, emptying his seed inside of you. You wish he was filling you instead of a condom. You were on birth control but you just met this guy. He could have anything. His dick twitches one last time and you think he’s emptied as your body drops against the counter. “Fuck, doll. You okay?”

You nod still panting and you hear his soft chuckle release from his mouth. “What?” You exhale.

“You look like a fucking mess but I still want to fuck you again,” he smiles making you giggle. You did look like a mess: make up smearing your face, dress wrinkled, and he’d literally pocketed your panties.

“Well, you made this mess. You better clean it up,” you huff.

“I intend to, sweet cheeks” Bucky replies softly and pulls out of you. You whine at the loss of him and he ties up the condom he just used. There was so much. The thought of that filling you up had you clenching all over again. Getting fucked by him and leaving you dripping for days. “Come here,” he coos and lifts you from you prone spot over the sink to sit on the edge of the counter. He wets a towel and dabs you with it gently while kissing you softly.

“How you feelin’ doll?”

You nod and smile. “Amazing.”

“You’re fuckin’ glowing,” he smirks. “When was the last time a man broke you?”

“Never,” you whisper.

“Never?” You nod and he grins. “Glad I could be the first.” He tosses the towel on the floor after he deems you ready for society. “Think you can walk?” You nod again and he lifts you off the counter once more onto wobbly legs making him laugh. “You can’t go back out there like that, doll face.” You giggle and cling to him as he steadies you. “How about this, are you hungry?”

“I could eat,” you mutter fixing your makeup while leaning back against him, his hands gripping your hips possessively.

“Wanna get out of here? Get some food?”

You watch his reflection for a moment as he looks down at you in adoration. This isn’t typically how this bathroom party romps went but people didn’t typically send you to heaven with their dicks. “I’m down,” you smile and his lips meet your neck, kissing the sensitive flesh.

“Let me order an Uber. You like pizza?” You nod and he taps away at his phone.

You tug out your own phone to alert your roommates that you’re heading out early. If you told them it was with the hunky guy from next door they would just worry so you made up an excuse, that a drink wasn’t agreeing with you, and told them to keep having fun.

“You want me to carry you?” Bucky jokes when he tucks his phone back in his pocket.

“I’ll make it,” you laugh as he opens the door for you. A line of people has formed and instantly notice the change in climate from the sex filled bathroom to the rest of the party area. You mutter an apology and Bucky just ignores them as he leads you to the elevators.

The two of you step into the elevator alone and you release a nervous breath. “Oh my god, that was so embarrassing!” You laugh.

“No kidding. That was my poli-sci professor,” Bucky chuckles. You fall into him in a fit of laughter.

He takes you to a small pizza place in the city. You’re not sure if it’s meant to be a family establishment or a dive bar. A couple of arcade games sit in a corner with some candy machines while some big men fill the bar with pitchers of beer and speculate about the game that’s on.

“Very romantic,” you smirk and slide into a booth. “Do you bring all the girls you fuck in bathrooms at parties here?”

He snorts out a laugh and hands you a very limited menu. “Nah,” he denies quickly. “Me and Stevie used to come here all the time when we were kids. I haven’t been here since high school actually. It hasn’t changed much,” he mutters glancing around.

The entire staff seems to know him and asks where Steve is about a hundred times before finally asking about you.

“Is this your new girlfriend?” “She’s gorgeous!” “Must be a genius going to that fancy school.” Your face heats at every comment knowing you weren’t all that. Just some girl he had a hook up with but Bucky was oddly attentive for some girl he had a hook up with: wiping a smudge of grease off your face and offering an arm when you shivered in your thin dress.

“I wish I had a jacket for you, doll. You girls really need to think about the weather before going out.” You giggle at his words. You had no intention on leaving the party so why worry about weather?

“You’re pretty warm. I think this is enough,” you mutter curling into his side. He hums and runs a hand up and down your hip. When the bill comes, he handles it without even looking at you. “Hey,” you whisper making him look down at you. You press your lips to his and he pulls you closer. It’s all so natural. Feels so natural. Until he tugs you out the back door and presses you against a wall. That feels like heaven.

Your legs wrapped around his hips after you convince him that it’s okay to go in raw. The smell of pizza and the musty alley and the darkness punctuated with neon lights and street lamps makes you feel as raw as his cock driving into your insides. You’ve never done anything like this before but you’d fuck this man behind every restaurant in the city without hesitation.

“Fuck! I’m close, doll,” Bucky grunts breathlessly.

“Cum in me! Please!” You whine.

“You sure?”

“Please, Bucky,” you whine. “Fill me up!” One last grunt and he spills inside of you. It’s every things you imagined it would feel like. So full and hot and sticky and perfect. You pant against his neck while he continues to sputter into you.

“Fuck, doll,” he groans clinging to you. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard.” You hear the smile in his voice. You curl into him letting him press you between the wall and his hard body. “So now what? You wanna go back to the party or are you fading on me?”

“I think I’m starting to fade,” you whisper.

“I’ll take you home,” he assures you. He keeps you pressed there for a while longer until your ride gets close. “Don’t let any of that out,” Bucky jokes when he finally pulls out. You do your best to stay clinched but you know you’re going to leave a wet spot on the Uber’s seat.

“Shit,” you whisper half way home. Bucky looks down at you as you rummage through your purse. “I forgot to grab my key.”

“Stay at my place. It’s not like it’s far away,” he smirks.

“You sure?”

“Positive.” You smile and reach up to kiss him softly.

You stand behind him as he unlocks his front door. It’s a little surreal knowing your home is right there but you don’t have access to it. He leads you through the dark halls, both of his roommates still at the party with yours. Both dancing and laughing and talking with different friend groups completely oblivious to the fact that the two of you were sneaking around together. You giggle at the door that he opens for you to reveal his bedroom.

“What?” He smirks smacking your ass as you walk by.

“My room is on the other side of that wall,” you inform him, pointing at the shared wall between your units.

“No kidding,” he grins. “It’s like fate or something.

“Or we both got out voted for the biggest closets,” you smile glancing around the room.

“I live with two other guys. Closet space is not an issue,” Bucky assures you as he rifles through a drawer. “You know where everything is. Make yourself at home.” You slip off your heels and note the lack of decorations, the dark furniture and bedding, how neatly put away everything is. A far cry from your own space. “Smallest clothes I got,” he offers handing you a shirt, a pair gym shorts, and a towel.

“Thank you,” you whisper and head toward the bathroom. You turn to close the door while he taps away at his phone. All that face. All that body. You sigh watching him for a second before you make up your mind. “Hey, Bucky.” He hums and looks up at you. You crook your finger beckoning him toward you. A smirk cracks his features and he tosses the phone on the bed before stalking after you into the bathroom.

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