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thicctails ¡ 4 months ago
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Replacement | I Grow Maddened (with grief) AU
Itssss Dipper's turn!!
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The ground smelled like ash.
That was the only thing Dipper could think about as he lay on his stomach, face pressed into the cracked earth, still scorched from where Gideon's robot had slammed into it only a month prior. He wasn't sure how long he'd lain there for, his aching body crumpled on the ruined ground. The sky above was swirling and pulsing like an optical illusion, long gashes of flickering light tearing it open in multiple places.
Bill reigned supreme here, and Dipper was sure that it would only be a matter of time before either his Henchmaniacs or dapper demon himself found him. Logically, he knew that he should push himself up, that he needed to find his way back to the Shack, where it was safe, but...
...what was the point when he would be going back alone?
Mabel had chosen her fantasy over him. She'd replaced him with a "more supportive" version of himself in a heartbeat, uncaring about what had happened to her real brother. She didn't want the "lame" Dipper anymore.
She didn't want him anymore.
His next intake of breath was shaking and wobbly, and when he breathed out again, it manifested as a sound that someone only makes when they're about to start crying.
Sure enough, a ragged sob tore itself from Dipper's chest, and he turned his head to press his bruised, bleeding arm against his eyes. Tears flooded down his scratched cheeks, washing away some of the filth that coated his skin from days of surviving all alone.
And that's what he was now, wasn't it? Alone. Mabel had abandoned him, Wendy had run off with her "friends" the first chance she got, and even Soos, the man who had called them his real family, had left him to play a game of catch with the barebones idea of his father.
Great Uncle Ford was captured, and he didn't know where Grunkle Stan was, or if he was safe, or if he was even still-
Dipper's whole body shuddered as he began to sob harder, the ash-tainted soil coating his tongue and causing him to gag as his gasps stirred it up into the air. He could barely breathe as mucus and dirt pooled in his throat, his empty stomach heaving as he gagged. Bitter stomach acid scorched his already raw throat, and Dipper barely had time to shove himself up off the ground as he vomited, the liquid just barely missing his trembling form.
Spitting out what remained of the vile liquid, Dipper pulled his knees up to his chest and tucked his face into them, pulling his tattered hat down as far as he could. He continued to cry, unable to do anything else.
What could he do?
Where could he go?
He thought that he'd gotten braver this summer, had finally toughened up enough to be able to stand up for himself and fight back, but here he was, wailing and shaking like a leaf, wanting nothing more than to hold his sister's hand, to hear her voice telling him that everything would be okay.
"Dipper?"
Oh great, now he was having auditory hallucinations. Had his time in Mabeland done something to his head? Was this one of Bill's sick jokes?
"Dipper!"
The sound of footsteps rapidly approaching barely registered, but when he finally noticed them, he slowly started to raise his head. He only managed to catch a glimpse of something pink barreling towards him before he was tackled to the ground, arms flying around his neck.
Dipper screamed, kicking out wildly as he tried to shake of whatever it was that had him in its grasp. There was something soft brushing against the underside of his chin, and he could feel warm breath against his neck. He took in another breath, this time to scream for help, when the smell of bubblegum reached his nose. Dipper froze, the familiarity of it paralyzing him.
It couldn't be...
The thing holding him shifted, one arm reaching around to snatch the back of his ripped up vest, tugging him in closer, the other coming to rest on the back of his head. The touch was desperate but kind, and now that his own blood wasn't rushing in his ears, Dipper could hear that his attacker was sobbing, tears dripping onto his collarbone. He looked down, and saw brown hair that perfectly matched the colour of his own.
"Mabel?" he croaked, unable to believe what he was seeing. She... she'd come back for him?
The sobs got louder, and he could feel her nod against his neck. Dipper instinctively wrapped his own arms around her, hugging her back with as much strength as his broken body would allow. He began to shake again, and he gripped Mabel's sweater with all his might, trying to keep himself grounded.
"Mabel my dear, where did you- oh!"
Dipper's head whipped up at the new voice, his eyes as wide as dinner plates. His great uncle stepped out of the scorched woods, sporting a long black cloak overtop of the red turtleneck Dipper was used to seeing him in and with his glasses partially broken, but otherwise looking just fine. The elder man gave Dipper a warm smile and quickly made his way over to the twins, kneeling down next to them and opening up his arms.
Dipper's lip wobbled as he unlatched one of his fists from Mabel's sweater to grab onto Grunkle Ford's jacket, all but collapsing into him as fresh tears spilled down his face.
"H- h- how- I saw you get taken! How did you get away from- from Bill?!" Dipper hiccuped, sniffling as his Grunkle pulled both him and Mabel into a warm, secure hug.
"Umm, Dipper?" Mabel mumbled, still hiding in his neck, "He's, um..."
"What your sister is trying to say, my dear boy," Grunkle Ford said, "is that I'm not your Stanford Pines."
Dipper jerked back, still clinging to his sister. He looked up, and that was when he noticed it; the man before him had blue eyes, not brown, like his Grunkle had. One of them was also a milky white and covered in fresh scars, two jagged wounds that marred his face and stood out against his pale skin.
The small differences on an otherwise perfect copy of his Grunkle sent chills racing up Dipper’s spine, and he tensed up, hackles raising. He leaned back as far as he could, but this… False Ford was still holding him and Mabel, and his twin didn’t seem at all disturbed or surprised at this confession. Actually, now that he was looking for them, he could see differences in Mabel as well. She looked exhausted in a way he had never seen, not even when she’d stay up with Candy and Grenda all night, and her sweater was different to the one he’d seen her in earlier. Her eyes, usually so bright and full of light and optimism, had dulled slightly, holding the distant gaze of someone who’d seen something that would keep them up at night for years to come. 
Dipper recognized it because it was what he saw every time he looked in the mirror.
“Who… who are you?” Dipper asked quietly, not sure how to feel, but disliking the way his gut churned with nervousness.
“We're still your family, Dipper, but me and Mabel have come from other realities. I lost my niece and nephew, but I cannot live without you two, and neither can Stanley, so I decided to come searching for a version of you and your sister who needed a new family too.” The False Ford explained. The man's gaze softened into something sad as he gently brushed some of the dirt off Dipper's cheek with his thumb, “You've been through a lot, haven't you? If you come with us, I promise that I'll always keep you safe. You'll never have to worry about being alone ever again.”
Dipper unconsciously leaned into Ford's hand, starved for comfort and teetering on the edge of sleep. The feeling of being held and having his sister clinging onto him, grounding him, was enough to pull at his already heavy eyelids. What this other version of his Grunkle was offering sounded so nice, and it wasn't as if staying would do him any good.
However, the thought of leaving everything, everyone, behind didn't settle well with him. He wasn't sure what he could do for them, but it seemed so wrong to just abandon them to their fates. What about Grunkle Stan, and his Grunkle Ford? What about Soos, Wendy, and… and Mabel? What would happen to them?
“Please, Dipper,” the small, pleading voice of his sister made him turn his head, and he saw Mabel looking back at him, her eyes wet and shiny with tears, “please come with us. I can't lose you again.” 
Dipper sucked in a shaking breath and, after a moment, nodded. What choice did he have, when this version of his twin was begging him to stay with her? He'd never been able to say no to Mabel.
“Okay.” he whispered, guilt smoldering in the pit of his stomach like the embers of a dying fire, “I'll, I'll come with you. But what about everyone here? Bill has control over the town, and who knows how long we have before he decides to go after the whole world!”
“Oh, don't worry about that.” His new Grunkle said, pushing off the ground and bringing the twins in closer to his chest. Dipper lay his head on the man's jacket, breathing in the familiar scent of pine needles, coffee, and smoke. A six fingered hand began to gently rub his back, soothing his nerves and finally stopping his tears, “Bill won't ever be able to leave Gravity Falls. There's an ancient barrier that will keep him trapped. I'll return here and kill him myself, once you two are settled. For now, there's a handyman, a cashier, and a pig who would like to see you two very much.”
“Whuh ‘bout Grunkle Stan?” Dipper murmured, shifting himself so he was closer to Mabel, who quickly wrapped her arms around him.
“He's… very sick right now. He got injured during a monster attack, and got a nasty illness from it. I need to keep him under isolated quarantine, but I promise that, once he's better, you two will be the first to see him.” Ford promised.
“Okay… love you Grunkle Ford. Love you, Mabel.” the boy whispered, finally giving in to the exhaustion brought on by days of little to no food and even less sleep.
“I love you too, Dipping Sauce.” Mabel giggled softly, the sound coming out strangely from her raw throat. 
Ford hummed in agreement and kissed the top of both of their heads before starting back towards Soos and the open rift. The man had volunteered to stay behind and guard the tear in reality when they saw the state of the world, not wanting to risk any dangerous creatures crossing over into their reality. Just as they reached the treeline, however, there was a loud *POP* from behind them.
Ford turned, and his eyes widened when he saw that the large, pink prison bubble, which had previously floated ominously above them, was now disintegrating into nothing, flaking away like burnt paper. Four figures tumbled out and onto the ground a small ways away from where Dipper had been, each one familiar to both the man and the preteen.
“Is that…” Mabel started, eyes widening when she saw herself sit up and look around, face pinched with distress.
“Mnh, I suppose they finally came to their senses.” Ford grumbled, before looking down at Mabel, who was still staring at her doppelganger, “I think it would be best if we took our leave. I haven't stabilized you yet, so it's in our best interest to avoid confrontation.”
Mabel glanced up at her Grunkle, then back at the other Mabel, who had picked something up off the ground. It was Dipper's hat, and the other Mabel was clearly distressed to see her (their?) brother's most treasured accessory so carelessly discarded on the ground, if the look on her face was anything to go off of.
“Okay, Grunkle Ford.” she replied, snuggling in closer to her twin. 
If that other version of her really loved Dipper, then she wouldn't have found him having a panic attack in the dirt, half starved and looking as though a gentle breeze would knock him over.
It would be alright now, though. Mabel would make sure that Dipper was comfortable and fed when they got home, and then they would both get double Waddles’ cuddles and plenty of Mabel Juice. She would even knit him a new hat if they couldn't find a replacement in the gift shop.
It was all going to be okay.
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ghostymarni ¡ 2 months ago
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A Job II
TW: fighting, physcial pain descriptions, blood
Aev- mandalorian OC/female reader - chapter 2
chapter 1
(starting her story with a bang, head on. Sorry if this feels cliche, I’m experimenting my writing)
You’re holding your breath the moment you see a thermal body in the room, frozen in place, heart beating hard in your chest.
The body shifts in the seat, and before you’re reacting you’re jumped from behind, pinning you down in a hold.
Arms instantly squeezed to your side in the fall. Your head thrown against the ground knocking the wind out of you, followed by a loud beskar ringing of your bucket; taking most of the impact.
Hissing in pain being tackled to the ground, your vision still wobbly from your late night decisions.
Instantaneously your bucket is shoved into the ground as the attacker shifts their weight pinning you on the floor harder; pulling your arms behind your back in a hold.
You wheeze a choked comeback “What a cheap shot from behind. How pathet-” your attacker re-shoves your head into the ground. Grabbing your blaster from its holster into their own grip, you hear it click behind your head as a warning.
You can’t see anything, but movement from across the room begins rustling, hearing leather shuffle and boots click.
“There’s rumor you’re working undercover for the Coruscant Guard” spurs clinking with each step.
“-taking our bounties.” the shadow croaks. “Now that, affects our business, especially our pay.”
He stands with a few adjusting creaks against the hotel floor, taking slow precise steps toward you.
A wave of panic and instant thoughts that you need to ‘get your armor and get out’, starts running through you over and over.
Thrashing your shoulders side to side, fighting against the attacker who’s pinning you down.
Those click of the boots stop in front of you, halting your half-drunk attempt to escape.
A boot lifts moving your bucket to the side with its point.
“Remove it” he hisses at the body above you.
You’re curving your head to stop them from taking it off, with no avail in your efforts. Bucket thrown clear across the room in a thud, bounce, and roll into the wall.
There’s a pin of silence. You’re bracing for the worst, and he finally speaks again.
“it’s bad for business and well-
we can’t have that, little lady”.
He slowly pushes his boot into you, stepping on your head. the increasing pressure causing you to yell in pain as he steps harder on you, digging your face against the floor.
“Kark! You’re pathetic doing this inna group!” yelling muffled at the floor, tears starting to fall from your eyes.
The bounty hunter stops your torture lesson for a moment waiting for your next words. Their boot pressure pulled back at your weak insult.
Taking advantage of the pause you heckle,
“too bad you’re not good enough to take me down yourself. You had to get help like a-“ your head is bashed into the floor by the body on you.
You take a moment of impact as your nose is gushing, dripping down your face and onto the floor, gasping for air.
You’re buying time. Anything to put off skipping to the payback ending.
“Move!” he croaks, kicking off the body holding you down, following the weight change motion with a kick to your gut by spurred boots.
Heaving yourself forward curling yourself on the floor, you cry an empty wail of pain.
“Kriff off Bane” you spit blood.
“So much for working alone”
he kicks you again, and again, then crouching down over you. The smell of leather, blaster fire, and your own blood taking over your senses.
Cad Bane grabs you by your hair, pulling your face up towards him. Bloody nose bleeding down your face, black eye forming, furrowed brows, gasping to catch your breath.
You’re staring back at him furiously into his red eyes, anger radiating off him.
“You don’t know when to quit, do you mandalorian?”
Grumbling in annoyance, his grip in your hair tightening before he gives a last hard toss, dropping your head the short distance onto the floor.
He didn’t want you dead, not just yet; like a predator playing with its food before the kill.
You’re practically dead weight now anyway. Gasping for air covered in blood, dirt, and bruises, all cut up.
Bane takes a few scuffs back, pushing his leather aside followed by a set of clicks.
You know what happens next, there is no next time. No more gigs. No more ship redemption. No new droid companion, no more, anything.
The pressure is giving in, the weight of the lesson learned is taking over what’s left of your consciousness. Not just from what’s lingering of fading alcohol that seems to be knocked right out of you, but from the constant physical push you’ve been inflicting on yourself for too long. for survival.
The last of your vision is fading, and you’re struggling to keep your eyes open to focus on the bounty hunters.
Your eyes are closing on themselves. It’s-
Spontaneously, shots are sent through the only window that’s bringing in the low contrast of the dim shadows, shooting a bounty hunter, dropping him on the floor next to you. The thud forces you to open your eyes from the vibration.
Crashing through, the door explodes in pieces and smoke, chased by what sounds like troopers, yelling alongside blaster fire. You can’t even wince at the explosion, taking the fallen debris thrown around, whining at the un-braced impact.
Bane and the other hunters take the explosion advantage to shoot their way out, you’re hearing only blasters and flailed screams of those shot down, or potentially used as a shield for a getaway.
There’s a yell and thud from one of the troopers, the hard crunch of plastoid hitting the wall to the floor. Followed by more blaster shots and yelling.
You’re not sure what’s going on at this point, your fight is fading. The ringing in your ears constant, gasps for air getting shorter.
A sudden pressure on your body pushes on your shoulder, a muffle voice repeating over and over until you start to focus in. You manage to come through half looking up at a Coruscant Trooper’s bucket,
“can you hear me?”
“Bring in a med kit! Now!”
There’s a breather on you as suddenly as you can blink. You’re cold.
The darkness is morphing into blurry colors and clearer silhouettes of a shot up hotel room and blown down wall.
Seeing more and more details, attempting to speak not knowing if you’re even moving.
“Ahh…” you breathe
“hey! She’s responding! We need to get her out of here!”
“Ahhr- mmm” you mouth the weak words. The trooper moves in closer trying to read your lips registering what you’re attempting.
Looking around the torn room, he locates your beskar, bucket, and knocked over gear, “Your armor is secure, it’s here.” He affirms.
You feel a sense of relief, half rolling your eyes back, despite the pain knowing it wasn’t taken, it was all you had left.
You couldn’t lose your beskar.
The wavering consciousness starts coming in more and more, exhaustion still fighting over you. Breathing easier again, you take the initiative removing the breather from your face, dropping it on the floor.
The new found focus has you attempting to sit up. insisting to the trooper you’re fine, regardless of the uncontrollable trembling to push yourself up.
Fox comes running through the blown door, he takes a second to register how bad the situation is, before rushing over to you, watching your assisted attempt to stand holding yourself against the wall.
“Troopers!”
Both shifting their buckets toward the awaited command, “I’ll take her from here, collect her armor and any evidence. bag the bodies, send them back for an autopsy report. I need ID’s!”
they nod an affirmative “yes, sir!”
The one helping you stand is passing off your hand to Fox, then quickly retreating to grabbing your belongings.
“Aev, what happened?” He snaps in a half whisper
“I, I was- followed-”, huffing each word as your ribs ache with each gasp.
“You need medical attention.” reaching to catch your waist, watching you falter in a sway every few breath’s.
“I’ll- I’ll be… fine. Like always” the swelling in your left eye has begun closing part of your vision, blood on your face and clothes half dried up and sticky.
“No you’re not, you were almost killed, Aev.” He growls
“It- it’s just. Part of the” gasping and flinching in between your few words, “-just the job.”
You’re expressing a wince practically stuck on your face.
Fox holding you steady, and subconsciously you’re melting into him, the warmth radiating off his armor shattering what was left of your fight.
Tears are falling that you can’t stop, trying to hide it unsuccessfully, turning your head staring at the ground.
Wiping the tears and grime with your leather sleeve in a shaking notion, huffing a skipped breath cry.
The commander leans in trying to catch your eyes, “I can’t have you like this, I’m taking you to medical. Don’t attempt to keep pushing right now. ”
“Why does it matter if I’m beat up or not” wheezing a cry, “-It comes with the job, this lifestyle.” You’re not looking at him, feeling his gaze burning through you.
Fox gives you a moment, hesitant to respond over you uncertain what to say next, “No. Not like this. I just, I need- I need you in good health.”
“I need the credits until I find a ship. I won’t be useless. I can’t be-”, your final protest on the subject practically a hard whisper.
Throwing a hand onto his plastoid to catch yourself in a frantic wobble, the other still propped on the wall.
Fox still gripped around your waist, your eyes begin half closing as you release the wall to hold your head.
You’re woozy. the beating and blood loss finally taking a toll on you after your second wave of fight.
“F-Fox…” you whisper falling forward, fainting into him. He catches you with his other arm holding you for a moment in a secure hold. Fox exhales a stressed sigh of worry, taking in the situation.
“Stubborn woman.” He whispers shaking his head.
watching you breathe shallow against him. he takes another soft exhale, leaning in, touching his bucket against your forehead, “Mesh’la, you’re gonna be fine. I promise.”
Picking you up with both arms in a resting carry across his chest, Fox calls out to his men,
“troopers! wrap up the investigation. dispatch the medic droids on stanby for our arrival!”
“Yes, commander!”
There’s bright white lights starting to seep through your closed eyes. Subtle beeping, gears whirring, and metal clicks fading in.
Your weak resolve forcing your eyes to focus. “Where, what?
-Where, am, i?”
The bright lights having you scrunching your face in response.
There’s a mid-tone beep, followed by a monotone voice, “she is awake, commander.” The medical droid whirrs over, scanning across you. You’re laid out in a medical bed and clothes, the material softly scratching at your small adjusting movements.
The door slides open, echoing foot steps approaching the droid.
“How is she?” A calm voice asks.
You’re not sure who it is, all your senses overloaded. The steps shift taking a few steps back, clicking the lights off.
The scrunched scowl you felt stuck to your expression relaxes. You think you hear a chuckled hum, from your reaction.
The droid relays to the man, “her injuries are clean and healing accordingly. She needs monitored rest to make a full recovery from the inflicted cracked ribs. Blood levels returned to sustainable levels, concussion mino-”
“thank you, I’ll take it from here” he cuts in softly. “That will be all.”
The droid stops, whirring over to the door that slides shut after it.
Footsteps gently march over to you, stoping near your head. They sigh softly.
“Hey little ‘ika, how’re you feeling?”
Your head rolls over to the voice, “thorn?”
He lets out a soft laugh, “yeah it’s me, you took quite the beating. How do you feel?”
“Confused. What happened?” you whisper looking up at his red and white bucket staring down at you. Arms behind his back as he’s slightly leaning over you in the dark room.
Thorn looks around for a moment analyzing the medical gear humming in the half lit room. Removing his bucket placing it on the bed by your hands.
“How much do you remember?”
“Am I being interrogated?” You quip
“No, i just want to know to fill in the pieces.” Thorn smiles in a soft response.
Taking a moment to finish focusing on him, you inhale a deep breath, exhaling trying to recall, shifting your gaze to the ceiling as if to visually see what happened.
“I remember having drinks, then Fox- briefed me on a job. I remember leaving, and running into someone before-” your eyes waver back and forth not blinking from the ceiling.
“I was ambushed where i was staying. Threw me around a bit” you exhale.
“A bit? ‘Ika, you really took it the other day”.
You shoot him a look of concern
“The other day?”
Thorn pulls back to straighten up with a saddened look forming on his face, shifting in his armor.
“It’s been 3 days, Aev. it’s 2100 hours right now” he cuts off letting you take in the information.
“im sorry to push but-
do you remember why they attacked you?”
Breaking your staring, you shift your eyes down for a moment hesitant to admit, your thoughts coming rushing in at once,
“they found out i was taking undercover bounties from the guard. And it was taking away from their pay outs.”
Changing his weight from one foot to the other, thorn lets out a heavy sigh now rubbing the back of his neck.
“We’ll have to discuss this with him, he’s not happy.”
You frown at Thorn, “Fox? Where is he?”
He freezes for a moment contemplating his answer, “The commander has been busy working more than as usual, he’s had me on your watch when he can’t. He’s stopped by every day, but you’re under an alias at the moment-”
thorn cutting out as the door slides open with heavy boots approaching closer.
“Thorn, out. I need to talk to her.”
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savurai ¡ 4 years ago
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i could hurt you.                                         i think that’s what i want.
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sacredsorceress ¡ 4 years ago
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Worth the Risk || Bucky Barnes
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pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader
summary: when bucky and sam get captured you have to go in alone to save them leading to a worried, overprotective bucky who cares about you a bit more than a teammate should
a/n: reblogs and replies are super appreciated!!
word count: 2.2k
warnings: description of violence, injuries, a gun, dagger and blood, swearing, angst w/ happy ending
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“Bucky?” You whispered through the earpiece. “Sam? Where are you guys-”
Sitting in the van, you began to grow worried as you couldn’t find any of your teammates on the screen after they had turned around a corner. Tapping the earpiece, you were about to speak again when you heard Sam’s voice on the other end.
“Y/n?”
Sitting forward in your chair, you breathed a premature sigh of relief.
“Sam? Thank God you guys are okay.” You told him. “I was worried when-”
“Y/n, listen,” Sam cut you off, his voice a near whisper. “They got us- me and Bucky- but I think you’ll be able to take them out if you think you’re ready for it.”
You began to feel your heart race in your chest just at the proposition. Although you had joined the group almost half a year ago, you had never gone on a mission by yourself- always having others to back you up, but you knew Sam well enough that he wouldn’t have suggested the idea lightly. If he asked you to go in alone... you knew it was because there was no other choice.
“Okay.” You said. “I can do this, Cap. I’ll be there soon- just hold on.”
With that, you left the vehicle, making your way into the building. When the door of the facility closed behind you, you raised your gun.
“You shouldn’t have told her to come in here.” Bucky told Sam, pacing around their cell. “If we couldn’t handle it together, what makes you think that she can do it by herself? You’re going to get her killed-”
“Buck,” Sam said firmly. “I know you’re worried about her, but she can handle herself. She’s our only shot of getting out of here so I’m gonna need you to calm down.”
Sitting himself down in the corner of the room, Bucky said nothing more to Sam, instead placing his head in his hands.
Bucky knew logistically that you could handle yourself- you were on the team for a reason- but that didn’t mean he didn’t worry about you. He worried about you all the time- even in training- nagging Sam if he threw you down a bit too hard and feeling his heart drop to his stomach when bruises littered your body after a mission. He hated seeing you get hurt, but as he sat in the cell with Sam, knowing that you were coming into the building all on your own- he felt as though he was going to be sick.
Now he wasn’t there to watch your back. He wasn’t there to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt. He wasn't there to make sure you didn't get yourself killed- the thought of it too horrible for him to even allow himself to think about. He worried because he knew in your line of business, every wrong move could be fatal and he couldn’t bare the thought of not having you by his side every day.
Listening to the sound of water leaking from the sealing above him, Bucky prayed you would be alright.
Turning a corner inside of the building, you were hoping the same.
Peaking around the edge of a wall you spotted two men, armed with batons. Taking a deep breath, you aimed for one of the men’s bullet proof vest, taking the shot and knocking him to the ground. Immediately the other man ran towards you with the baton raised in his hand. 
Ducking as he swung the baton, you threw a punch to the man’s stomach, knocking him backwards, but just as you did the other man hit you in your back with the baton.
“Fuck!” You screamed out in pain, taking the man’s arm between your knees. You pulled the baton out of his hand as you stretched it in the other direction, causing him to yelp out in pain. 
Once in your hand, you spun around, swinging the man in the face with the baton, knocking him unconscious. Dropping it to the floor, you pulled your taser from your belt, shocking the other man, forcing him to the ground.
“Y/n?” You heard Sam ask through the earpiece. “Y/n are you alright?”
Shoving the taser back in its slot and raising your gun once again, you stepped over the two men’s unconscious bodies, running down the hallway.
“I am now.” You huffed, placing one of your hands on your lower back. “When this is over, you’re paying for my chiropractor.”
Turning another corner, you were met with a man and a woman standing at the end of the hallway.
“Are you guys always in pairs?” You asked. “Frankly I think it’s unfair.”
When they said nothing, just raising their batons from their belts, you spoke up again.
“Where are my friends?” You asked more seriously.
“You’re about to find out.”
The woman running at you first, you hit the butt of your gun in her face causing her to wobble backwards but the second you did, you felt a burst of searing hot pain run throughout your face as the baton collided with your nose. Stumbling backwards, you felt as another of the baton’s swings hit your midsection, causing you to double over in pain.
The man tugged your collar as you felt another blow connect with your face.
Wheezing, you dropped the gun to your side.
Standing in front of you, the woman slid her baton back into her belt.
“See?” she said. “I’m sure your friends will be happy to see-”
As she spoke you carefully slid your dagger out of your belt, but before she was able to finish her sentence, you threw it cleanly at her, the dagger jamming itself through her shoulder, sticking her to the wall.
“Shit!” She shouted in pain.
Immediately afterwards, the man grabbed your coat shoving you against the wall only to throw another punch to your mouth. Rather than giving him the satisfaction of yelping out in pain, you headbutt the man, causing him to stumble backwards into his partner. Grabbing the baton from his hand, you swung it over his head, knocking him unconscious.
Spitting blood onto the ground, you heaved as you picked up your gun and the keys from the man’s waist, making your way over to the room on the right.
Swinging the door open, your eyes immediately fell onto the reinforced cell in front of you, Bucky and Sam rushing to the front. Stumbling over to the cell, you unlocked the door, swinging it open and leaning against it.
“Y/n?” You heard Bucky’s voice first as he ran over to you. “Fuck, look at you.”
Moving his hands to cup your face, not being able to help yourself from wincing, Bucky could feel his heart shatter in his chest. Sure, you had a few bruises here and there in the past but never this bad.
You had a deep gash across your nose that he was sure would need stitches along with a cut along your lip and a large bruise forming around your eye- and that was just your face.
Looking up and seeing his worried eyes, you shot him a quaint, bloody smile.
“You should see the other guys.” You joked.
You attempted to laugh, only to wheeze and begin to cough.
“Y/n this isn’t funny.” He said seriously. “You could have died. Sam should have never asked-”
“Bucky,” You cooed, reaching your hands up to cup his face. “I’m okay. Besides, I couldn’t leave my favorite boys in here could I?”
Feeling your fingertips against his face, he couldn’t help but melt into your touch. You always managed to make him a lovesick mess as if he was still fifteen and not a one hundred and six year-old man who had been to hell and back.
“Hate to break up the reunion,” Sam said. “But those guys will only be out for so long. We got to get out of here.”
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After falling asleep on the car ride back to the Compound, you woke up in bed, the dim glow of the lamp shining on the night stand above you. Opening your eyes, you pushed yourself up in the bed, only for a shooting pain to spread throughout your torso. Not able to stop yourself, you yelped out in pain.
“Hey, hey,” You heard none other than Bucky’s voice beside you, one of his hands coming to rest on yours while the other adjusted your pillow. “Take it easy.”
“I am, Doc.” You lied, leaning against your newly adjusted pillow.
Tucking you in, Bucky shook his head, leaning on the nightstand beside you.
“We should have never let you go in alone.” He sighed, leaning his head on his hand. “I just felt sick the entire time. You could have died, Y/n. If they just hit you in the wrong spot... I’m never letting you go in alone again. I’m not letting you leave my sight.”
During your time as a member of the group, you and Bucky had grown incredibly close and during the past few months maybe even closer than friends. It was normal for him to worry- you never even had to wonder where he was during missions because he always had your back- but looking at his face now you could tell just how worried he had been and you couldn’t help but feel your heart break.
“Bucky,” You hummed. “You go on dangerous missions all the time alone. How am I any different?”
A silence settled over the two of you as Bucky squeezed your hand. 
Not meeting your eyes, he spoke up again.
“Because I can’t lose you.” Bucky said, his voice nearly a whisper. “I can’t even think about what would happen if anything happened to you, Y/n. Even seeing the cuts and bruises on your face? I’m... I’m not the Winter Soldier anymore, but I think if you put me in a room with those people I would kill them for what they did to you. I almost broke us out of the cell myself because I hated the idea so much of you going in there on your own. If something happens to me... it’s different. Nothing can happen to you, Y/n. Nothing.”
Staring at the super soldier sat at your bedside, you began to feel tears prick in your eyes. You had cared for Bucky in a way that you had been too afraid to admit- not wanting to ruin your friendship- but as he sat there, confessing his feelings for you, you couldn’t help but feel your heart tug in your chest, just wanting him.
“Do you love me?” You asked finally before you could stop yourself.
Looking up at your injured face, he felt his breath catch in his throat. He wasn’t able to read you in the moment at all, your face straight, seriousness laced in ever bit. All he could think was that even with the black eye and the stitches across your nose, he had never seen someone as beautiful as you.
He knew his answer. There wasn’t a single part of him that doubted it.
“Yes.” 
Hearing his answer, you stared at him and smiled.
“Are you sure?” You asked. “Do you love me as more than a teammate-”
“Y/n,” He cut you off, squeezing your hand once again. “As much as I love working with you, every time you call me your ‘teammate’ I want to go find a punching bag.”
Trying to bite back your smile, you couldn’t help but chuckle.
You hated calling him “only” your teammate just as much as he did- if not more.  Knowing that he hated it just as much as you the entire time you used the word to disguise your true feelings made you feel as if a weight had been lifted off of your chest despite the aches that still consumed your being.
Bucky was more than your teammate, he was your partner.
“Oh Thank God.” You laughed. “I can’t tell you how many I’ve knocked off the hook after you called me your ‘friend’.”
Furrowing his eyebrows, he leaned in closer to you.
“What are you saying?” He asked.
Shaking your head in disbelief, you reached your free hand up to his hair, brushing it back with your hand.
“I’m saying,” You smiled. “that I love you too and that I’m not going anywhere, Buck.”
Leaning into your touch, a smile finally reached across his face. “You know, if it weren’t for your stitches, I would kiss you right now.”
“So my face isn’t too messed up then, right, Doc?” You asked. “If you still want to kiss me and all...”
Reaching your hand up to his lips, he pressed a soft kiss to your skin.
“You could never look bad, doll.” He hummed. “But promise me you won’t do that to me again. I almost had a heart attack, Y/n.”
Leaning your head against your pillow, admiring him, you smiled.
“I promise, Buck.”
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chasing-classics ¡ 4 years ago
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Our Little Secret Sessions- Nate Jacobs x Reader (2)
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Pairing(s): Nate Jacobs x Reader
  Warning(s): SMUT, language, toxic relationships, older reader, NON-CON
  Summary: After landing a job as the high school’s new counselor you settle into your new home, unaware of what danger lurks just outside your front door. In Part Two, you meet another one of your students, only to be interrupted by the boy next door.
Part 1
 A couple of weeks had passed since your encounter with Nate, but the fear of what the teenage was capable of remained fresh in your mind. You could never forget the dominant, controlling look in his eyes when he had threatened you in your office. Since then, you had been unable to sleep properly and you found yourself constantly looking over your shoulder. On the bright side, you had not encountered him face-to-face since that day, but his presence could always be felt never too far away. He was like some sort of predator, a beast lurking in a dense jungle. Eyes sharp and ready to go in for the kill at any moment.
 ‘’Um miss?’’ a voice broke you out of your thoughts.
 You quickly snapped your head up, sitting straight up in your office chair as a young girl stood in the doorway. She was average height for her age, dark hair, glamorous makeup, and full lips. You had seen her walking down the hall a few times, an air of confidence always surrounding her. She reminded you of the girls you hated when you were in high school.
  ‘’I’m so sorry, please come in,’’ you extended your hand, gesturing to one of the empty chairs or the couch in front of your desk. She nodded, shutting the door behind her as she made herself comfortable.
 ‘’I’m sorry, I’m still getting used to everything here. I’m Miss y/l/n,’’ you held out your hand for her to shake. She looked down at it before slowly returning the gesture. Whether she just wasn’t used to people being polite to her or she just didn’t like you, you weren’t sure.
 ‘’Maddy,’’ she replied, her expression unreadable.
 ‘’Well how can I help you Maddy?’’ you offered a kind smile despite her semi-cold attitude.
 Her eyes flickered, searching for the right words to express her thoughts. Your brow furrowed as she visibly struggled.
 ‘’This is a safe place Maddy, whatever you tell me stays between us,’’ you encouraged.
 She bit down on her lip, hands twisting and fumbling in her lap as her leg bounced. Finally, she met your concerned gaze with a sigh.
 ‘’Do you think sexuality is a spectrum?’’ she blurted out.
  The question took you back, it taking everything in your for your mouth to stay shut.
  ‘’Well, in my opinion it certainly can be. There doesn’t necessarily have to be a one-size-fits-all or black and white approach to it. But I really think it depends on you and your preferences-‘’
 ‘’N-no. Not me,’’ she cut you off, still seemingly nervous. You arched a brow, trying to decipher what she was talking about.
 ‘’Is everything ok, Maddy?’’
  ‘’Look there’s this. . .guy who I’m seeing. And I found-‘’
 Knocking on your door made the two of you jump. A lump formed in your throat when the handle twisted and the door opened, revealing none other than Nate fucking Jacobs.
 You quickly cast a glance at Maddy who, for some reason or another, looked almost as petrified as you felt.
 ‘’Oh sorry Miss y/l/n, I didn’t know you were busy,’’ Nate practically hissed out the last word as his gaze fell upon Maddy.
  ‘’Mister Jacobs, I’m with Maddy right now. If you’d like we can schedule a meeting-‘’
 ‘’No! No, it’s ok, miss. I’ll be late for class anyway,’’ Maddy scrambled to collect her bag and rush out the door.
 ‘’I can write you a hallpass,’’ your words jumbled, practically pleading with the girl to stay so that you were not left alone with this sociopath. The smirk on Nate’s face made your blood run cold.
 Maddy murmured a quick ‘’bye’’ before the door shut closed behind Nate’s lanky figure. He scoffed, steadily turning his attention back to you as you shakily stood.
 ‘’You can’t just show up like that. I have a job to do and anyone could-‘’
 ‘’Take your pants off,’’ he abruptly interrupted you.
 A pitiful squeak, similar to that of a puny mouse cornered in a snake pit, escaped your lips as the air left your lungs.
 ‘’What?’’ you felt your heart began to beat faster as Nate took a step towards you after locking your door, sealing your fate.
 ‘’I said, take your pants off. And bend over your desk,’’ his deep voice shook you to your core.
 ‘’Nate, please,’’ you whispered, trying to sum up as much courage and dominance as you could as you stood straight and met his terrifying gaze.
 He didn’t respond as his hands descended on you. One locked itself onto the back of your neck and played with your hair as the other began to roughly grope your breasts through your flimsy shirt. His mouth pressed rough, hearted kissed onto the column of your neck as his breath fanned hot flames onto your soft skin. You felt paralyzed as his grip tightened, you having to bite your lips from crying out.
 You jumped when his large hand made its’ way underneath your shirt and the material of your bra. He easily captured a nipple between his index and middle finger and began to pinch and squeeze and tug on the sensitive bud, expertly rolling it however way he sought fit.
  ‘’L-leave,’’ you whispered. Half of you was praying and the other was making a rather pathetic attempt to reestablish authority over him.
 ‘’If I walk out that door, everyone will know how you slept with a student,’’ he threatened, biting at the soft juncture between your neck and shoulder, making you hiss in pain.
 ‘’I didn’t know!’’ you whimpered, cursing the way your body reacted to both his touch and his voice.
 Your nipples were overstimulated at this point, any rubbing against your bra or touch from Nate’s fingers had you mewling like a helpless kitten. Your knees locked together as you felt the heat expand downward from your arousal.
  ‘’The sooner you give in, the sooner I leave. The less chance you have of someone catching us,’’ he groaned, grinding his thickness into your lower abdomen so you felt what was awaiting you.
  You let out a shaky breath, nodding slowly as you nervously fumbled with your jeans. Nate all but growled when he saw the delicate lace material that hid your womanhood. His breathing labored and his cock twitched. Since he had last had you he had messed around with Maddy a few times, trying to placate his urges, trying to forget about his attractive new neighbor and school counselor. But something about you, the way you were allured him to you. He found himself craving you, imagining your cries and moans as he thrusted wildly into Maddy. He found himself becoming rougher at the thought of having you once again, all to himself. His little taboo. Today, he found he couldn’t wait any longer and found himself at your office door, ready to continue your secret little sessions.
 By the time your jeans had pooled around your ankles and your underwear shortly followed, your boots providing you with a little more height than usual, Nate grew tired of waiting. He shoved your paperwork, cleverly unhooking your phone in case anyone called, and shoved you down by your neck so that your body was painfully bent over the unforgiving surface.
 Your cheek pressed against the wood of the desk, your eyes searching for anything to focus on as you tried to block out the jingling of his belt and the sound of his zipper being pulled down. You felt the heat of his cock at your entrance as Nate folded himself onto you, his breath hitting your cheek and neck as his toned abs gently grazed your spine and ass.
 ‘’Be quiet,’’ he warned, one massive hand wrapping around your face to cover your mouth. You winced as he spit down onto your spread pussy, using his thumb as makeshift lubricate. He hummed in approval at the feel of your arousal and you didn’t need to face him to know he had a chesire cat grin on his pale face. You could feel him retreat his hips before he lunged forward and sheathed his massive dick into your tight canal. You screamed against his hand, although it was practically just muffled mewls given his tight grip as he began rotating his hips, stretching your tightness to welcome whatever he was about to give you.
 ‘’Shhhh, good girl, look at you taking it like a champ,’’ he mocked as he reluctantly pulled out, only to violently snap forward, your body lunging with his brutal movements.
 Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, but you were ashamed to admit they were in pleasure. The feeling of complete fulness outweighed the pain, but you made a pitiful attempt to reach behind you and shove him back. You yelped as his other hand locked your wrists and pinned them to the small of your back, your body helpless and completely on display as Nate continued his brutal pace. He felt every quiver, every squeeze that your sweet pussy gave him. He nearly came within the first few minutes of being inside of you, but he managed to hold off. The way you squealed under him, your smaller body rocking in tune with his thrusts, and the way your tight pink pussy latched onto him to the point he dragged your body back as he pulled out was nothing that he had ever had before. He pressed more of his weight into you, trying to keep his own grunts and moans quiet as he gripped your face and wrists.
 ‘’So good,’’ he kept repeating in your neck as he hammered into you. The wet noises and sound of his hips violently meeting your backside filled you with fear that someone would come in and catch you. Your squealing and cries slowly transformed into needy moans and whimpers, you faintly acknowledged your juices beginning to drip down your inner thighs and you felt your insides begin to coil.
 ‘’N-Nate,’’ you breathlessly cried against his palm, attempting to suck in as much air through your nose as you could. He bite down on your shoulder, tongue lapping at the faint angry marks, groaning as his pace did not let out. He was impossibly thick and girthy, filling you and hitting your cervix with every ram of his hips. Your hands twitched and knees buckled as his cock began throbbing along your velvet walls. You couldn’t help but squeeze him as your own climax began to form, causing him to hiss against your shoulder.
  ‘’Gonna fill you up, oh fuck,’’ you faintly deciphered him growling out as you were forced to take his thrusts.
 Your clit throbbed almost painfully, knuckles turning lighter as your fists clenched against your back. He abruptly released your wrists, opting to clutch the curve of your hip as he forced your body back to meet his awaiting thrusts, making you cry out every time he angrily entered you. As you cried out with each thrust, he groaned, feeling your release incredibly close. He angled his hips slightly higher and dove in, grinning as he heard your moans, your pussy locking onto his dick as your orgasm coated him. He slowed his pace just to watch the way he glistened from your juices, enjoying the sinful squelching noises you both produced as he shoved himself repeatedly into you, before regaining his violent momentum.
 His grip on you tightened impossibly as you lay limp underneath him, lost in the waves of your release. All you felt was your body being forced back and forth as Nate impaled you onto his angry member. You swore you saw actual stars bouncing around your vision before you were forced back down into reality as he removed his hand from your mouth (finally) and gripped your throat. Through his animalistic movements he angled your face back to meet his in a bruising, possessive kiss as he ensured every inch of him was buried to the hilt inside of you as he shuddered. You groaned as the warmth of his cum filled your abused pussy. He moved against you one last time before slowly pulling you out and stuffing himself back into his jeans and zipping it back up. You winced when you felt a finger trace your lower lips and shove some of his load back into your sore pussy.
 ‘’Get dressed,’’ his voice conveyed his relaxation and his gaze was surprising soft as he helped you stand up.
 You didn’t speak as you redressed, your face still flushed with a postcoital glow. He tucked some of your hair out of your face as his eyes searched yours, his thoughts unreadable. But just as his expression lingered on borderline affection, that cruel teenage-boy smirk reappeared as his hand thumbed the base of your neck in a warning grip.
 ‘’I’m going to need that hall pass.’’
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noteguk ¡ 4 years ago
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this extra happens in the same night as the tribulation drabble, in case some of you want to know why Jungkook got into a fight.
warnings; angst, violence (fist fight), mentions of blood, lewd language, major prick behavior, Sehun is pretty misogynistic, drinking, jk is feeling sad, Taehyung tries his best but doesn’t succeed
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“See something you like?”
Seeing was a strong word to use, considering that Jungkook’s mind was flying miles away from that dirty bar, unaware of the conversation that bubbled around him. He blinked once, twice, realizing that his gaze had gotten stuck in a group of girls across the place, which was the perfect opening for his old “friend” to start pestering him.
Jungkook never liked Sehun, not even when they were kids and there was still a semblance of innocence between the two. He had absolutely no clue why Taehyung still hung out with him, especially after Sehun had decided to put his greasy hands all over the place, trying to piggyback off the money that the Kim family had. But he guessed that Taehyung was a little naive when it came to that, considering that he had disregarded all possible warning signs that his friend was one of the biggest douchebags in the world.
Nevertheless, he would figure it out soon enough.
“I’m not paying attention,” Jungkook mumbled and took another sip from his bottle, the liquid burning like fire on its way down. He didn’t remember how much alcohol he had consumed, and that was never a good sign. But he couldn’t think straight when you were in his mind.
The other man scoffed and turned around on his chair as if to check that the girls were still there. “That’s news coming from you, Jeon. Sure you don’t wanna get a taste of that?”
It was a bait — and Jungkook knew it was. Sehun was the kind of person that liked to see how far people would take his provocations, how long it lasted before they decided to snap. And then he’d know their weak spot. It was a dirty, sneaky little game, and Jungkook refused to be a part of it. That’s why Sehun kept trying, kept pushing.
“I’m with someone right now,” Jungkook said simply. And he wished the conversation had stopped right there.
The other man scoffed, eyeing Taehyung’s worried expression before allowing for his gaze to trail back to Jungkook. He knew he was getting somewhere interesting. “You mean you already have someone you’re fucking tonight? Lucky.”
He could’ve said yes, and ended that issue before it had a chance to reach irreversible levels. But Jungkook was drunk, and Jungkook was down. So he replied, “No. We’re dating.”
Sehun didn’t waste one second before he bursted out laughing, a fry hanging from in between his fingers, wiggling around as he waved his hands, trying to catch a breath. “No way. You?” He exclaimed, sighing before shoving the fry inside his mouth. “Tell me how long that lasts.”
There: the trap was set, and Jungkook was walking right into it. He lowered his bottle on the wooden table, his face impassive when he asked, “Wanna say that again?”
“Jungkook…” Taehyung trailed off, sensing the shift in the atmosphere. He was in damage control mode, and he was pretty sure where this situation would escalate towards. “I’m sure that’s not what Sehun meant.”
And yet, the smile on Sehun’s face only grew wider, more satisfied. He was used to shitting on people with little to no consequence, and he had no reason to believe that things would be any different that night — not when Taehyung always kept his friend on a short leash. “Oh no, I meant that. But I don’t think I lied, did I?” He was looking straight at Jungkook as he spoke, a devilish glint in his eyes almost daring him to curse him back. “Don’t look at me like that, man. You know it’s true. For someone to get involved with you it’s either because she’s just as fucked up, or because she’s trying to fix you.” He shrugged, leaning back on his chair. “Either way, it won’t last.”
Jungkook was surprisingly tranquil, which was probably the biggest, brightest red flag in the world. Taehyung knew his friend, of course, but Sehun only thought he had won that little back and forth. “You sure you wanna say that?” He gave him one last chance to take it back, but pushed his own chair back a little — because he knew the other man wasn’t going to.
Sehun didn’t notice. Taehyung did. Taehyung was ready to intervene when his friend laughed even louder, crossing his arms. “Yeah. Why not? Actually, better question: why are you so worked up?” He scoffed, but his smirk didn’t subside. “Shit, Jeon, you’re making me interested over here. If that chick sucked your dick that well just pass me her number, we can sha—“
Sehun was on the floor before he could finish his sentence, the wooden chair falling beside his head with a deafening bang. His hands were covering his face, a thick splatter of blood all over his crooked nose, lips, his palms. He looked up at Jungkook with fury and confusion mixing inside his eyes, getting back on his feet before spitting, “You fucking dog,” and hitting Jungkook right back.
And it was only a blur from there. As it often was.
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seiyasabi ¡ 4 years ago
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Momma’s Boy
(This is a Yandere Severus Snape x Hufflepuff! Female Reader story :)) Sorry if this is too OOC!
TW: Bullying!, unhealthy feelings!, manipulation!, Mommy kink!, face sitting!, creampie!, Femdom!, consensual sex!, etc..
Please proceed with caution!)
A wide hand smacks his books from his hands, casting everything onto the cobblestone floor. A soft sigh leaves the blach haired man’s mouth, as he slowly looks up from his belongings, to see a smirking Sirius Black. 
“Watch where you’re going, Snape-boy,” The four males let out ugly laughs, eyes filled with mockery. Severus says nothing, moving to pick up his things, only to be stopped by James. 
“Don’t think that we’ll let you off the hook that easily,” The brunet’s glasses gleam with a dark delight, making the bullied boy gulp in fear, “We’ve seen you creep around that cute hufflepuff- what was her name again?” He pretends to think, allowing a grinning Peter to take over. 
“Yeah, you’ve been creeping around that cutie, (Your Name), for far too long. We’ve noticed you following her like a kicked puppy,” Remus shoves Severus into the wall, causing the 6’1 (1.85 m) man to hit it harshly. 
“Don’t think we haven’t noticed you telling her lies about us,” Confusion is clear on the tall man’s face, causing all four of them to scoff, “She refuses to hang out with us, because she claims we harass you! That’s not true, is it, Snape-boy?” 
“I-well, uhm-”
“I-well, uhm,” James mocks, a knowing grin on his devilish features, “Don’t be nervous, we won’t hurt you.”
“Well, you lot haven’t been too kind to me these past few years,” More scoffs echo off the cobblestone walls, making the tall man feel small. 
“That’s not true, and you know it. We’ve been joking around with you, because we’re friends, aren’t we?” Remus reassures condescendingly, “Plus, friends tell friends when they’re wrong. You’re wrong for pursuing (Your Name), because Remus, here,” He slaps the dirty blond man on the back good-naturedly, “Liked her first. So, having you around, writing in your creepy notebooks about her, will no longer be appreciated.” 
An angry flush covers Snape’s pale cheeks, “It-it’s not like that! (Your Name) is my friend, please don’t make me-”
“Make you? We never make you do anything. We’re just suggesting you leave her alone, unless you want us to take matters into our own hands.” 
Sweat beads on the brow of the black haired man, as he tried to look around for anyone willing to help. No one besides the five of them are in the hall. 
“No,” The four raise a collective eyebrow at his disobedience, “No, I won’t stop being friends with (Your Name). I don’t care what you do to me.”
“That’s sweet, really, but I’m going to have to change your mind,” Remus snarls, his hands balling into fists. In a swift motion, the dirty blond man starts to punch at Severus’ face and chest. The tall man doesn’t have time to put his hands up, getting wailed in the head and torso multiple times. 
The blond’s friends jump in as well, quickly bringing their victim to the floor. Their kicks and hits are rapid paced, disorienting him relatively quickly. He curls into the fetus position, trying to protect his head, luckily stopping their punches. 
His assault continues for a few moments more, before he’s dragged to his feet, and held against the wall by the collar of his shirt, “Are you going to leave her alone now?” 
Snape shakes his head, blood dripping down his face, entire body aching, “No, I won’t. I let you lot walk all over me for far too long. We’re in our last year, why are you acting as if we’re first years?” 
Remus tightens his grip around his collar, teeth bared like an animal, “That’s the wrong answer.”
The blond raises a fist to punch him once more, only to be stopped by a familiar voice. 
“What are you doing?” Your concerned voice rings through the hall, along with your running footsteps. Hurrying up to the group of boys, you start to shove at Remus, trying to break his hold on your close friend (crush), “Let him go! Are you crazy?” 
Your friends are seen down the hall, looking at you in both surprise and slight disdain, “(Your Name), stay out of their business. Once they settle it, everything will be fine-”
“You can’t honestly think that I’ll let them hurt Severus! He’s our friend, and-”
“Stop standing up for him, he’s a total creep. The Marauders are doing you a favour-” You block out what your friends are saying, continuing to push at the blond’s hands. 
“Stop it, Remus! Just leave him alone!” He quickly pulls away, causing you to sigh in relief, only for you to be the one pinned against the wall. Your friend is being held by the blond’s lackeys, holding him back from helping you. Your other friends watch on in horror.
“Why must you always get in my way, Love? I’m trying to teach him a lesson,” You wrinkle your nose in disgust, trying to wriggle out of his grip. 
“Don’t call me that. Just leave Severus and I alone. I understand that you have taken a liking towards me, but that doesn’t excuse your horrid behaviour. If anything, it makes me dislike you! You’re nasty, big headed, crude, and mean for virtually no reason! I don’t understand why you and your friends act this way-”
“He doesn’t deserve your affection!” He blurts out without thinking, his grip on your wrists tightening, “He hangs around you like a dark shadow, he makes everyone around him uncomfortable-”
“I think he’s cute,” You snap out uncharacteristically, “In fact, him following me around is harmless; you following me around, on the other hand, is very harmful. People are afraid to talk to me because of you, and he’s one of the only people who stayed being my friend. I don’t want to hear you talk badly about him, when he has made my life better than it was before.”
Remus releases you after a long moment of silence, a hurt look on his handsome features, “Fine. Stay with the freak if you want to, just don’t come crying to me-”
“I won’t. I won’t seek you out, ever,” The blond motions towards his friends, prompting them to release your friend. You hurry to the dark haired man, cupping his face with soft hands, “Are you alright, Severus? They didn’t hurt you too badly did they?” His lip trembles, signaling oncoming tears, prompting you to turn towards your friends and wave off their concern, “It’s alright, you guys go to class, I’ll take him to the nurse.”
They stalked off, Remus constantly looking back at you. Unfortunately for him, all of your attention is on a certain tall man. 
“Come along, Sev, let’s go to the nurse,” He shakes his head as he sobs uncontrollably, “No? Well, I can’t let you stay battered… Do you want to go to my dormitory? I’ll heal you there,” He nods, allowing you to half-drag-half-pull him towards the Hufflepuff dorm. You’d picked up his things and set them in your satchel, before heading off. Many cast the Slytherin man questioning looks, but quickly realised who was helping him. You’re known as one of the kindest souls at Hogwarts, so it’s not too unlike you to help the freaks of the school. 
Once in your room, you help him sit on your full size mattress. You share the room with only one other girl, leaving two empty beds between the both of you. Luckily, she’s out of the room, most likely at her boyfriend’s dorm room. 
Sitting beside him, you quickly pull out your wand, “This might feel a bit weird, but I promise I’m helping,” You murmur a healing spell to yourself, watching as his skin becomes smooth and even toned once more, “There we go! Good as-oh no, why are you crying again? Did it hurt?” 
Hearing your distraught voice, he tries to comfort you whilst bawling his eyes out, “Nu-no, no, you du-did nothing wu-wrong,” He throws his arms around you, bringing you into a tight hug, “It-it’s just… You treat me so well, and-and I love you so much-” He cuts himself off to hide his face in your neck. Oh no, he just accidentally confessed!
You giggle to yourself at his shy behaviour, and run a hand through his messy hair, “It’s because I love you too, silly,” When you say that, Severus practically feels his soul leave his body. His Darling loves him?
“You-you love me too?” Nodding against him, you cuddle him sweetly. You rub his back reassuringly, rocking him slightly. 
“Yep! I’ve liked you for the past few years, but I never had the courage to confess,” He raises his head, looking at you with watery eyes. 
“Really?” When you nod, he can’t help himself, “Can I- Can I please have a kiss?” 
“Of course!” You lean forward, giving him a sweet peck. Severus practically creams his pants at the feeling of your lips on his. Seeing his bright red face, you frown a bit, moving his hair out of his face, “Are you alright? Did I make you feel uncomfortable?” 
“No! No, it was nice,” A dreamy smile crosses his handsome features, as he leans in again, “Can I please have another one?” Smiling, you nod, smooching him softly once more. 
This, in turn, turns into a whole makeout session. You slide onto his lap, making it easier for you to reach his mouth. Your new seating arrangements allow you to feel his hard cock under your ass, a small smile quirking its way onto your lips, “Are you excited, Sevvy?” You hear a small whimper in response, causing you to giggle, “Do you want me to help you?”
“Please?” Instead of responding, you start to grind against his clothed cock. Your panty clad cunny is directly against his fly, your skirt just barely covering your ass. Grabbing his hands, you place them on your hips, their massive size making you feel secure. Severus whines at your grinding movement, hips bucking into your own. To silence him, you give him an open mouthed kiss, your tongue dominating his own. 
Drawing away from his mouth, there’s a long string of saliva connecting you both together. Using a manicured finger, you break it, and bring it to your mouth. Your tongue darts out, licking your shared spit off seductively, “Do you want me to fuck you, Sevvy? Wanna be inside of me?” 
“Yes! Yes, please!” You run a hand over his clothing clad chest, kissing him on the cheek. 
“Okay, Baby. Do you want me to suck your cock? Or do you wanna eat me out?” His hands grip at the fat of your hips, drool practically dripping from his gaping mouth. 
“Let me eat you, please,” Snape begs, bucking slightly into you. You cup his face with both hands and grin, pinching his cheeks teasingly. 
“Okie dokie, Sevvy. Lay back for me,” He drops back like a corpse, flopping haphazardly on your, surprisingly comfortable, mattress. Unzipping your uniform skirt, you slide it down your legs, tossing it on the other side of your bed. Your cute boyfriend gasps at the sight of your thong, never seeing one before. Chuckling at his shocked reaction, you quickly strip yourself of your blazer and dress shirt, exposing your lace bralette, “Do you like what you see?” 
His head practically snaps off his neck with how fast he nods, “You look so… so beautiful, (Your Name). I feel so lucky to see you this way,” A dark blush coats your (skin colour) cheeks, as you look away a bit shyly. 
“Thank you. Will you let me see you undressed?” He squeaks out a ‘yes,’ prompting you to practically rip off his slacks, dress shirt, and blazer. Only in his drawers, your heart jumps into your throat. His broad shoulder and lightly muscled abdomen look wonderfully full, and the very apparent bulge in his boxers make you lick your lips hungrily, “Are you ready to eat my pussy, Sev?”
“Yes, please sit on my face,” You gawk at his out-of-character words, but do as he asks. Slipping your panties off, you scoot forward, placing your bare cunny on his awaiting maw. He helps you settle on him by wrapping his arms around your (Size) thighs, relishing the feeling of your fat being squished between his forearm and bicep. 
Because he wrapped his arms over your legs, he is able to part your pussy lips, giving him easy access to your throbbing core. He gives an experimental lick to your slit, making your legs tremble. Now knowing that he’s doing something right, he dives in like  a man starved. His teeth lightly nip at your engorged clit, all whilst his tongue dips into your dripping hole. A squeal leaves your lips, signaling the pleasure you’re currently feeling. 
Gripping his head by his hair, you throw your head back in pleasure, “Ye-yes! You’re doing so well for me!” He keens at your praise, increasing the speed of his ministrations. Though you can tell that he’s a virgin, he’s exceeding your expectations by a long shot. Lightly grinding against his face, more moans and whimpers leave your throat, your entire body becoming rigid as your orgasm approaches. With one last well placed suck, you’re cumming into his open mouth. Your juices run down his chin and splash against his cheekbones, causing Snape’s heart to practically beat out of his chest. You’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
Moving off of his face, you pat him on the head affectionately, “Did I do good?” He wipes some of your juices off of his mug, before slurping them down. 
“You were amazing, Sevvy. Have you done this before?” He shakes his head no, making you coo softly, “You’re a natural! Such a good boy.”
“Thank you, Mommy,” It’s like his entire body took a screenshot, with how still he became. He must have thought you’d be disgusted… but you aren’t. Instead, a small moan leaves your lips, before you bring him up into a hug. 
“My Baby Boy likes calling me Mommy? You’re so adorable,” You reach down to his cock, pulling him out with a tender touch. His tip is a dark pink, his precum dripping down his thick length. A large vein runs up the underside of his circumcised prick, and you can’t wait to sit on it, “Is it ok for Mommy to sit on your pretty cock, Sevvy?” You slip him between your cunny lips, grinding down on his length, and mixing your liquids together. 
“Ye-yes, Mommy! Please, please fuck me!” Taking him in one hand, you guide him to your opening, before pushing his tip inside teasingly. His whimper causes a gush of your slick to coat his length, helping you ease down him, until your pelvises touch. You can feel his dark, trimmed pubic hair rub against your cunny, making you squeeze down experimentally, “You-you’re so tight!” 
Smiling at him coyly, you reach behind you, and unclasp your bra, letting your perfect tits jiggle enticingly. You toss it aside, before grasping Severus’ hands, and guiding them to your breasts. He immediately squeezes, loving the feeling of them in his hands. You let out a small whimper, moving your hips in a circular motion, ultimately grinding him against your cervix. 
“Can I move, Pretty Boy?” Groans of pleasure rattle his chest, as you start to suck dark hickies onto his pristine skin. 
“Yes! Yes!” Giggling, you quickly lift your hips almost off of his cock, before slamming down harshly. Both of you groan in pleasure, signaling you to increase your pace. Moving at lightning speed, you start to bounce rapidly. Tits jiggling in the Slytherin boy’s hands, you bring him into a heated kiss. 
You swallow down his desperate whines, your hands pulling at his unkempt locks. Juices dripping down his cock, both of your thighs are quickly covered by your essence. His abdomen rubs against your clit with every bounce, bringing you closer and closer to your release. 
Breaking from the kiss, you suck on the skin of his throat, before speaking, “You’re so big, Sevvy. My pussy can barely handle how thick you are,” His hips meet yours, hitting your cervix harshly. A loud moan escapes you, “Fu-fuck! You’re so good for Mommy! Come on, Darling, meet my movement, and you can cum inside.”
At your words, he starts a breakneck pace, meeting your every movement with a mighty thrust. Your hands reach up to pinch his pretty, pink nipples, making him falter in his movements. 
“Mommy! Mommy-you feel so good! Please let me cum inside!” Increasing almost impossibly in speed, you feel yourself quickly hurtling over the edge. 
“Gu-go ahead! Mommy wants you to cum with her!” With one last sitting movement, the both of you orgasm harshly. Your back arches almost painfully, as you feel him fill you to the brim with thick, hot cum. Your own juices squirt out, coating the both of you in a sheen of white sperm and a glossy cunny juice. 
Severus face plants into your chest, practically drowning in your perfect teats. Whilst catching your breath, you run your hands through his hair, loving how silky the strands are. 
“You did well, Sevvy. You were so good for me,” You fully embrace him, as he buries his head further into your plush chest. 
“Th-thank you, Mommy, I’m glad I was good enough for you,” Bringing his face up to your level (wish is relatively hard, because he’s tall), you smile sweetly at him. 
“You’re always enough for me,” Kissing him on the forehead, you cuddle into him for a while longer. 
While you’re content and happy, Severus is over the moon. 
The girl he’d pined over for years is finally within his grasp! He’d have to write this moment down the moment he gets to his dorm! 
He’s just one step closer to stealing her away the moment they graduate. Hopefully, you’ll still be the homemaker he knows you’re meant to be, even if you’re a bit angry at him at first. 
Wrapping his arms tightly around you, he knows that you’re the only one for him. Hopefully, you think the same, too.
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mayhemscorner ¡ 3 years ago
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Choke me again
Hidan x reader
🔞Minors DNI🔞
Warnings: swearing, choking kink, blood, slight knife play 🤭 (I’m sorry in advance)
Summary: he was an asshole… so why did it turn her on every time he was snarky and acted like he couldn’t care less?
“You’re such an ass! If you would pay attention during one damn mission instead of focusing on your pointless ‘sacrifices’ we’d be done by now!” She shouts at him, pacing quickly down the stone halls to her room. Kakuzu had been off on another mission, causing her to take on the task of partnering with the jashinist brat for a while.
“It’s how I make a living Y/N… it’s how I live. Maybe you should try it sometime.” He trails off before laughing, tossing the large three pronged scythe over his shoulder and walking past her, purposefully blocking the entrance to her room. If it was one thing Hidan enjoyed, it was getting on peoples nerves and today, she was his target.
“I’ll find a way to kill you one day, for now get the hell out of my way. The last thing I want to see is you.” She spits at him, shoving him against the door harshly before sending him sideways, crashing to the hard and cold floor.
“You bitch! I’ll kill you!” He growls, scrambling quickly to his feet and rushing her before she could even open the door. Her head smacks against the heavy wood as his hands fly around her neck to squeeze the air from her lungs. To Hidan’s surprise, she only moans at the pressure that suffocates her. Y/N stares in to his glowing purple orbs in shock, slapping his hands away and blushing profusely. She grabs the handle to the door, slipping in and trying to slam it shut to wallow in her own shame, but Hidan was quick to slip his foot in as a barrier. Stalking behind her quickly, he yanks her back by her hair, bringing her ear to his lips,” what was that Y/N?”
“What was what? You’re imagining things.” She tries to brush it off, but knows she fails horribly with the smirk that creeps on to his face.
“I know I’m crazy, but I’m not stupid.” He whispers, lips brushing softly against the lobe of her ear as his free hand snakes back up to her throat. She chokes the moan down, but her quaking legs give her away to him, earning a sultry laugh,” I knew it. You dirty woman.”
Hidan pissed her off, but he was the perfect type of crazy for her deepest pleasures. Sometimes at night, she would even use the Jashinist as motivation. Between the tight pressure at the back of Y/N’s skull and neck, and the enticing position they were in, she collapses.
“So what? Get the hell out of my room and drop it.” She seethes between gasps for air, sticking a trio of senbon towards his arm. He whistles lowly, gripping both hands tighter as he grunts,” if you wanted to play with sharp things why didn’t you say so, Y/N?”
Finally releasing the fistful of hair, Hidan reaches for his scythe slowly, disconnecting the blades to reveal the long spike that hid underneath. The senbon dangle loosely from his arm as he brings the spike to her arm,” scared to bleed? Your heart is pounding like crazy.”
His voice was no longer the usual sarcastic tone, something sultry had taken its place and the hard bulge pressing against her back wasn’t a spare blade… he was turned on by this. She slips her hands behind her, gripping his shoulders and hip tossing him to the unmade bed. Hidans nose is flooded with the scent of rose water and oud smoke as he comes crashing down on to the deep red sheets. Y/N pounces at him, straddling effortlessly around his hips and shoving his chest fully down on the bed, receiving a groan from Hidan. She rips his cloak fully open, admiring the usual view of a shirtless Jashin worshipper, appreciating he was already walking around half naked. She drags a kunai lightly down his chest, swiping quickly just above his pants. Sticky crimson bubbles bead at the fresh cut, light enough to heal within a few days.
“You can cut deeper than that, I’m immortal y’know?” He huffs between quickening breaths, wondering if she was crazy or if she was about to be the best hookup of his life.
“Just shut up already.” She breathes out, grinding her hips against his and reaching for his neck. He moans quietly as her lips crash down to his, tongue trailing his bottom lip enticingly before biting down and sucking. Y/N threads her fingers through his hair, searching for something to anchor her down from going completely feral too soon. Hidan grabs at her breasts, trailing down at an achingly slow speed to grip her hips tightly and flip her over, now hovering above her. His jashinist symbol necklace dangles in her face, just asking to be pulled. So she does, pulling him down to work on his already kiss swollen lips. In the process, he grips the collar of her shirt while his other hand slices it away with a kunai, nicking between her breasts in the process. Y/N only smirks in to the kiss, gripping the back of his head and pulling him closer.
“You’re toying with me here Hidan. Are you actually going to make a move or just keep riling me up?” She hums against his lips in question.
“Say no more sweetheart.” He groans back in anticipation, sliding back and swiftly taking her pants with him. He faces away from Y/N, making a show of sliding the clouded cloak slowly off his shoulders and dropping it to the ground. His arm muscles twitch as he reaches for his pants, turning back to her so she can watch fully. Hidan enjoys the needy look of her face, catching glimpses of his v-line peeking out before covering it quickly. Having enough of his games, she grips at the hem of his pants from the edge of the bed, pulling them down harshly to let him spring free. He huffs out a moan at the feeling of her hand gripping loosely at the base of his cock, pumping slowly while looking up to him through her lashes innocently.
“Damn that feels good.” He huffs out, bracing his arms against her shoulders, enjoying the view whenever he looks down to catch a quick glimpse. When looking away, he’s gasps at the sensation of Y/N’s tongue swirling around his tip, her lips fully encircling his length and bobbing up and down his shaft. He grabs the base, pulling it from her mouth with a satisfying pop, tapping it against her outstretched tongue.
“You look so pretty with your mouth open.” He growls, once again gripping at the back of her head and snaking his tongue in to her mouth while gently pushing her down against the bed. Hidan only breaks the kiss the drag the blade of a kunai against her cheek, watching as the trail of blood follows behind it. His other hand makes it’s way down to her clit, pinching lightly before rubbing gentle circles with his finger tips,” let me hear that moan again.”
He presses hard, slipping two digits in to her, finally receiving that moan he was dying to hear. Y/N bucks against his fingers, riding the crashing waves of pleasure from just his fingers,” just fuck me already.” She growls, barely able to contain the building pressure of the knot below her stomach. He cocks an eyebrow and a smirk, slamming his cock quickly in to her without warning. She can’t help but gasp from the mix of pain and pleasure. The rough motions pull them both to an unbelievable level of ecstasy neither have experienced before, moans and grunts filling the air.
“Take it like the bitch you are.” Hidan huffs out between aggressive thrusts, squeezing harshly against her thighs to ground himself. Y/N only screams in pleasure as his nails dig sharply in to her soft skin, breaking the surface and intoxicating her further.
“Fuck, I’m gonna c-“ she’s cut off by a hand once again reaching for her throat and squeezing at the sides, spots floating to her vision as Hidan continues on,” then cum.”
She couldn’t help the blood curdling scream that tears from her throat, muffled lightly from the pressure of his other hand clasping over her mouth, hoping to conceal their raunchy acts if they haven’t already been discovered. His movements slow as he pants,” You feel too good damnit.”
He moans loudly, releasing inside of her and dropping down against her chest in exhaustion. He readjusts quickly at the feeling of needles digging in to his chest.
“When did you even have the time to stab me?” He gasps between heavy breaths, receiving only a shrug from Y/N,” let me get those for you… I need those back.”
He huffs a laugh and pulls the senbon from his chest before standing and gathering his clothes, he turns to the door but quickly turns back to lean down and place a single kiss on her forehead,” same time tomorrow?”
“Get the hell out of my room!” She laughs, whipping a pillow against his head.
“Alright, alright! I’m going.”
A few moments later, there’s a knock on the door followed by Tobi calling out,” Y/N are you okay? I heard screaming and there’s blood by your door!”
“Just go to bed Tobi!”
“Goodnight Y/N!”
“Goodnight Tobi..”
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bts-bay-bee ¡ 4 years ago
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see you in class, professor kim.
Pairing: Kim Namjoon x fem!reader
Genre: smut
Word count: 1743
Request: married professor!namjoon and single college student!reader, please. smutty as possible.
Warnings: infidelity, professor!namjoon, slight dom!namjoon, college student!reader, let’s pretend miss rona doesnt exist in this, unprotected sex, slight impregnantion kink, creampie, spanking, slight degradation, sex over a desk, finger sucking,
a/n: honestly, you guys always ruin me with these prompts :( enjoy kim namjoon being a distraction in class while I prepare for a new semester! also, please, please, PLEASE do NOT sleep with your professor!!! this is just smut, and it should never be compared to irl. also, this is very random but let me know if youd be interested in a jungkook sm au :)
 “Professor Kim? Y/N from Calc101 is here to see you.” You hear the department secretary say clearly into the telephone, promptly nodding at you, allowing you to walk through the glass doors.
 Nervousness blossomed in the pit of your stomach, each step through the tiled corridor only amplifying it. You could not explain it; you knew that you were about to be severely admonished, yet you could not help but feel giddy; finally, Professor Kim saw you in the way you wanted to be noticed.
 Maybe it was the fact that he had finally noticed how you lingered after class, just to ask questions that he knew you knew the answer to. Maybe it was the fact that you had made the conscious decision to stop wearing panties during your Friday morning class, instead opting to go commando with your too-short skirts.
 “Come in and close the door.” He snapped as soon as he saw you in the doorway of his office. The irritation, and ill-disguised anger laced in his tone made you gulp. Maybe it was the fact that he had enough of your stupid antics… He was a married man, after all.
 Closing the door behind you, you quickly took the seat on the opposite side of the desk, eyes downcast. You dropped your backpack to your feet, belly consumed by nervousness. Bravely, in your opinion, glancing up at him for a brief second, you immediately looked down at the floor again, his gaze much too intense to meet.
 “Did I say you could sit down, Y/N?”
 “N-No, sir.” You mumbled, moving to stand up. He tutted, jerking his head to the side to indicate he wanted you next to his seat. As you were passing the door, he tilted his head, almost pondering something.
 “Lock the door.”
 A smirk threatened to claim your lips; he might be pissed off to no end right now, but he was still about to give you everything you had wanted. Walking over to his side of the desk, your eyes trailed over the pile of test papers he had placed on the mahogany tabletop, seeing your mark sheet on the top.
 “Do you know how I hand back test sheets, Y/N?” He asked, pinching the bridge of his nose as he placed his glasses on the table.
 “Highest grades first.” You mumbled; your confidence shrunk significantly now that he regarded you with bare eyes.
 “And whose paper is on top?” He asked whilst standing up and moving behind you to grab something from the shelf.
 “Mine.”
 “Hmm,” He hummed, pressing his body against your own, drawing a gasp out of you. “You’ve gotten the highest mark, little one. We both know you’re smart, yeah?”
 Nodding desperately, you started grinding your ass against his clothed cock, breathing harshly. His hands latched onto your waist, halting your movement. You could feel his wedding band pressing into you, but right now, you could not care less.
 “If we both know you’re smart,” He began, breathing out gently, hands pressing into your skin almost too harshly. “Why do you stay back to ask questions that even a seventh grader would know? Do you want my attention that badly?”
 “Yes, sir!” You desperately whined, feeling his head dip to your pulse point. Despite being in such close proximity, he did not place his lips on you, instead he just continued teasing you.
 “But you know I’m not single, right?” He asked, trailing his wedding ring over the exposed skin on your leg, the metal bringing a welcome coolness to your over sensitized skin. “You kept trying to seduce a married man?”
 “I knew.” You mumbled, trying to press your ass into his crotch now that his left hand roamed amongst the expanse of your bare thigh.
 “And you still kept flashing your dripping cunt during 8am classes?” He wondered out aloud, right hand travelling further up your body to palm your chest. “You still kept coming up to me with your perky tits? Nipples begging to be sucked?”
 Whining in response, you felt him press your upper body to his desk, immediately flipping over your skirt to reveal your ass and drooling pussy lips. His hand barely ghosted over your skin, skimming over the globes of you ass, fingertip ever so slightly collecting your arousal.
 “You want me that badly, Y/N?” he asked, his voice barely above a murmur, yet still strong, holding a domineering stance. Without waiting for a response, his hand slapped against your sensitive skin, his large palm leaving reddened skin in its wake. He continued bringing down his palm against you, his wedding band leaving darker patches, the metal biting into your skin in the most sinful way.
 Tiny groans left your drying lips, tongue darting out to wet them every minute or so. You could feel his other hand dig into your side, ensuring you did not move from where he wanted you, while he shifted his target to your slightly swollen pussy lips.
 “You hear how wet you are for me?” He asked, voice gruff and low. Dipping two fingers into your core, you knew that if you had a shred of dignity left, you should have been ashamed by the wet sound that rang in your ears. However, Professor Kim seemed to be getting off on this, adding another finger to amplify the squelching sound.
 “S-Sir, please!” You begged, feeling your core pulse at not being filled enough. “Please fuck me. I need your cock!”
 Ripping his fingers out of your cunt, he shoved them into your mouth, making you gag slightly.
 “Shut the fuck up before someone hears you!” He hissed; his mouth right next to your ear. Sucking on his fingers to desperately shut yourself up, you began grinding against him again, basically fucking yourself against his clothed crotch.
 You whined against his fingers, trying not to gag as he pressed his fingers deeper into your mouth.
 “God damn it, I want to fill your mouth so badly,” He murmured, slipping his fingers out from between your lips, your spit gleaming on his skin. You ignored his words, choosing to rub your naked core against his slacks. “Guess that’s going to have to wait, huh? My little slut wants her little cunt to be stuffed, hmm?”
 Nodding silently, body trembling in anticipation, you felt him moving away from your arched body. His free hand moved to his crotch, unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks just enough to let his angry red cock spring out, the tip dribbling the smallest bit of precum on your skin. He aligned himself at your entrance, groaning into your ear as your core squeezed his length. You bit your lip hard to prevent yourself from moaning and whining out in pleasure; the fluttering stretch of your core sending euphoric shockwaves throughout your entire being.
 After giving you the briefest moment to adjust, he began ploughing into you, his skin slapping against your own. His length rubbed against, what seemed like, every nerve ending in your cunt, your wetness only aiding in both of your pleasures.
 Realising that with the harshness of his thrusts, he was making it harder for you to keep quiet, and by extension not alerting anyone in the department offices, you reached behind you and grabbed his hand, plastering it over your mouth to keep your moans contained.
 “Fuck, what a good girl,” He moaned softly, speeding up his thrusts as he used his hand to pull you up, his ring biting into your skin. Professor Kim brought his right hand down to your clit, the rough pads of his fingers pressing down onto the delicate skin, making your knees weak with pleasure. You used your hands to support yourself on the desk, not trusting your legs to work properly whilst he continued to assault the bundle of nerves with unwavering pleasure.
 Tiny moans and sounds escaped your mouth, forced Professor Kim to shove his fingers into your mouth, making you suck on them to shut you up. Unknowingly, your tongue darted out to lick every inch of his skin but settled on the metal band that covered his skin.
 The knowledge of knowing he made the conscious decision to be intimate with you, whilst being someone else’s, made the pleasure multiply tenfold, taking you right on the brink of your high. He seemed to be on the same wavelength, your core fluttering around his cock enough to make his thighs tremble.
 “Are you close, Y/N?” He panted, thrusting into you harder as your cunt became even more difficult to leave. “Pretty, little whore ready to cum over my cock?”
 Nodding uselessly tears gathering in your eyes, your body convulsed around his cock, your entire form being taken over by your climax. Vaguely, you could hear him swearing, profanities still somehow sounding sexy coming from his lips.
 “Fuck, fuck, Y/N,” He groaned, “Going to cum in you, angel. My good girl takes my cum, right? Going to fill you up, Y/N!”
 “Please,” You whispered, feeling his cock throb as you fucked yourself on him. “Fill me up, sir, please.”
 Groaning, he released his hot, sticky seed into your pussy, filling you up. Thrusting into you gently, he squeezed every last drop of his cum into you. Slowly taking his cock out of you, he felt blood rush back to his length when his cum slowly dribbled out of your core; the white seed a stark contrast to your reddened skin.
 Smirking at his handy work, he flipped your skirt back down, scribbling his number onto your hand.
 “Go back home and send me a picture of your pussy stuffed with my cum, okay?” He instructed, almost playfully squeezing your neck. You tried to not let the smirk show on your face, your core clenched, trying to not let his cum spill out of you and onto your thighs.
 “Yes, sir.” You murmured, reaching down to grab your bag, making him groaned at your exposed, and now puffy, pussy lips. “See you in class, Professor Kim.”
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charlizekkelly ¡ 3 years ago
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bikes & blood; chapter III
{poly!lost boys x oc}
word count: 2731 rating: explicit chapter warnings: deja vu and nostalgia for the readers, mild cursing, slight violence...a glimpse of the lost boys bikes & blood masterlist
tag list(feel free to leave a comment if you want to be added to the list <3) : @henhouse-horrors
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The plush, grey couch dug into the side of Amara's face as a hushed groan spilled from her mouth. Her neck and shoulder ached from the uncomfortable position she had been sleeping in. That or the fact that Amara's feet throbbed within her boots. Amara's forehead creased as a tired frown crept its way across her face. Amara's decision to leave unpacking for later taunted her as she pushed herself up and off the couch.
Amara rubbed her hand down her face, ever-so-slowly turning her head to give the room a once over, eyebrows furrowed as she squinted in the harsh morning light. With a dismissive shrug of her shoulders and a slight twinge of pain within her feet, she rose from the plush couch; the soreness in her feet ached with every step. The wooden stairs creaked beneath her feet as Amara made her way up the staircase and to the open hallway. A huff slipped past Amara's lips when her father rounded the corner with a cheery smile across his face. His granite-grey eyes looked her up and down quickly as he bit his lip to stop himself from laughing.
Amara rolled her eyes as the scowl upon her face deepened. "C'mon, spit it out." She ushered with an exasperated wave of her hand.
He raised his hands in mock surrender, fighting the grin that threatened to grow across his face as his eyes danced with delight. "I wasn't going to say anything."
"Right, because the grin across your face says otherwise."
"What grin?"
Amara narrowed her eyes at him, unimpressed by the knowing glint with his own. "That one," she says, pointing to the somewhat goofy grin that lit up his face.
He chuckled softly and continued on his path down the stairs, pausing on the last step as he looked back over his shoulder at her.
"Breakfast should be ready by the time you're finished."
Amara nodded her head before she made her way to the open doorway of her bedroom and the unpacked bags that sat upon the unmade bed. Crossing the room, Amara unzipped the large black duffel bag and sifted through the contents. Her eyes landed upon the familiar clear bag filled with her toiletries. Grabbing the clear bag and a change of clothes, Amara stopped within the doorway as though she had forgotten to grab something.
Shaking her head when nothing came to mind. Amara crossed the short distance between her room and the bathroom with a few quick strides, pushing the white-painted door closed behind her with a gentle shove of her foot. Amara dropped the clear bag atop the countertop of the white sink before she moved towards the shower, pushing the curtain aside so that she could turn on the tap. Amara left the water running as she walked back over to the sink. Unzipping the small toiletries bag and pulling out the few things she needed before placing them on the edge of the bathtub.
Amara looked around the room quickly, double-checking that she had closed both doors to the bathroom before she bent down and untied her shoelaces. A sigh of relief escaped Amara's mouth as she pulled the Doc Martens from her feet and discarded them upon the tiled floor. Her jeans, shirt, socks and underwear followed closely behind as Amara tossed them carelessly to the cold tiles. The warm water from the shower encased her almost instantly as Amara stepped into the bathtub and beneath the showerhead, pulling the curtain across with a single sweep of her arm.
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Amara walked into the kitchen with a grin across her face. The smell of freshly made pancakes filled her nose as she sat down at the wooden table. The cool seats pressed into the skin of Amara's legs where her black tennis skirt didn't reach. The olive-green, long-sleeved shirt revealed a small triangle of skin from her belly button to the waistband of the skirt. Small buttons adjoin the shirt from the triangle cut at the hem to the neckline; a simple decoration more so than that of any use when it came to the shirt.
Her feet remained bare as Amara plucked a pancake from the top of the stack and dropped it onto her plate. Amara's father didn't spare her outfit a single frame of mind as he lifted his grey eyes from his plate. "So, what'd you think of the boardwalk?"
A smile lifted the edges of her mouth as Amara buttered the pancake before her, pouring maple syrup atop the butter shortly after. Amara's eyes flicked back up to meet her father's gaze as she cut a piece of the pancake and ate it. "Let's just say that if you can't find me one day. I'll be at the boardwalk."
"That good?"
Amara nodded her head, eyes widening slightly as though his question had been ridiculous. "It's just...different." Amara frowned as she tried to find an accurate way to describe the feeling that the boardwalk evoked within her. "It gives me a feeling almost like home. Like I'm supposed to be there."
Her father's eyebrows rose in surprise, granite-grey eyes swirling with interest as he adjusted the red and black checkered sleeves of his flannel. Surprise flickered within Amara's gut as she noted the clean, white shirt and jeans he wore. Much like her own curls, his were brushed and yet still appeared to be tousled.
"The boardwalk feels like home?" He prompted as though he wasn't sure he'd heard Amara correctly the first time.
"I know it sounds weird but I can't shake that feeling, even now. It feels right."
He nodded his head slowly, accepting her explanation as Amara finished the last few pieces of her pancake. "Did you check out any of the shops while you were down there?"
"A video and comic book store."
"Video Max?"
Amara's eyebrows came together with confusion. "No? More like Delilah's Video Store."
"Do the Frog brother's still own the comic store?"
Amara shook her head as the nameless comic book store entered her mind. The tiered tables with the hanging comics and rusted cash register drifted to the forefront of her mind as Amara tried to recall if she'd seen the store's name or not. "I don't know. I went in there for a little while, looked around and then I left."
"And the video store?"
"I'll admit, it has a nice collection of DVD's to choose from. I almost bought one."
"Why didn't you?"
Amara scoffed as she recalled the barking that had startled her enough to shove the DVD back onto the shelf. "Some dog started barking and scared the crap out of me."
Amara's father laughed as he pictured her impromptu departure from the video store. "I thought you said you could handle yourself?"
"I can. I just wasn't expecting it." Amara shrugged her shoulders as she fiddled with her fork. "Besides, after that, I went to the concert."
"Sounds like it'd be worth going down there again tonight. That's if you want to go down there with your old man."
Amara raised an eyebrow as a soft smile spread across her face. "You sure that it's not going to interfere with your bedtime, old man?"
His deep laugh resonated within the otherwise empty house as a happy glint that Amara hadn't seen within his eyes for a long time revealed itself.
"What do you say, Amara? Me and you down at the boardwalk for some good, old fashioned father-daughter bonding?"
"Sounds good to me."
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The boardwalk was as lively and bustling with life as it had been the night before. The neon lights of the boardwalk reflected off the windows of the storefronts that they passed by as Amara's father's eyes took in everything as if he'd never seen it before. His concrete-grey eyes darted from stall to stall as though he was searching for something that would remind him of the past.
Amara had thrown on a pair of black vans before leaving the house and getting into the car. Her bike remained against the house even if her father had insisted that Amara could ride it down here if she wanted to. Amara had simply dismissed it with a wave of her hand, telling him that if they were going to go down to the boardwalk then they might as well take the car.
He'd let it go the moment Amara made her way across the gravel of the driveway and climbed into the passenger seat of the car without a backward glance. The excitement came off him in small waves as he had climbed into the car and started the engine; an excitement that Amara thought she'd mistaken until she'd looked over to where he sat.
Amara watched with an amused smile across her face as her father twirled in a slow circle and took in the rides, food stalls and shops of the boardwalk for the first time in almost twenty-five years. The nostalgic look that had spread throughout his face in the house magnified tenfold as he soaked in the thrill of Santa Carla's boardwalk. His expression seemed to darken for a few seconds as though a particular memory left a foul stain within his mind and, maybe it did. Amara dismissed the look across his face with a simple shrug of her shoulders.
"Hey, Dad?" Amara began, waiting as his attention fell upon her and away from the boardwalk. "I'm going to go see who's performing tonight, okay?"
"That's fine. We'll meet back here at twelve."
"Don't have too much fun while I'm gone," Amara said with a joking smile before she turned and left him to his own devices.
Amara could hear his laugh as she made her way through the people on the boardwalk. Stopping in her tracks before the comic book store that read 'Frog Brother's Comics'. Amara shook her head with a faint frown of bewilderment across her face, recalling the comics her uncle had shown her and the stories of two boys who had given him them. The sign above the store shone down at Amara as murmurs of the last name 'Frog' flickered within her mind.
Amara stood beneath the glowing green sign for a few more seconds as she tried to figure out why the name within the sign sounded so familiar—the faintest memory of two mousy-brown haired boys flittering across her mind. A huff of frustration left her lips as Amara turned away from the store and continued down the wooden boardwalk. Her tennis skirt brushed against her legs as Amara wove through the people on the boardwalk.
Much like the night before, people of all ages filled the boardwalk beneath the stars. Children dragged their parent's to and from rides with beaming grins across their faces. Teenagers sat or leant against the metal railing of the boardwalk, some passing a cigarette back and forth between themselves. Adults were scarce but still scattered around the boardwalk; throwing disgruntled looks in the direction of the shouting teens or passerby's that they didn't like the look of.
The buttery smell of popcorn drifted across the boardwalk on a gentle breeze. The buttery scent intertwined with the smell of the ocean as though it was meant to be together all along. Amara stuck her hands into the pockets of the light jacket she'd grabbed and pulled out a couple of dollar bills. An easy smile across her face as Amara made her way over to the stall that sold popcorn. The elderly man behind the counter of the stall took the money she gave him with a soft smile, handing her a small tub of popcorn as Amara thanked him and walked away.
The carousel spun in a slow circle as children clutched onto the plastic horses that moved up and down in time with the ride, squeals of happiness eliciting from their mouths as they turned their heads back to look at their smiling parents. The soft white lights illuminated the ornately designed carousel and the swirls of silver that decorated the roof and base.
Shouting and scuffling reached her ears as Amara turned her head away from the carousel and towards the railing just off to the side of the Ferris wheel. Fawn-brown eyes landing upon a group of Surf Nazi's that shoved against the chests of three bikers as she craned her neck to see over the small crowd that hung around the carousel. The fourth biker smiled down at the dark-haired Surf Nazi that gripped the lapels of his black trench coat as though he was merely a fly—leaning closer to the dark haired man as his lips curled into a derisive smirk.
The group that had once scuffled and shoved against the other three bikers watched on with a look of mild horror across their faces as the platinum-blonde in the trench coat spoke to the Surf Nazi that gripped his lapels. Amara watched on as the Surf Nazi's eyes widened in fear and his tattooed hands released the lapels of the platinum-blonde's trench coat.
The three other bikers watched on with amusement dancing across their faces; enjoying the look of fear that spread through all the Surf Nazi's faces as they hurried away from the group of four. The platinum blonde merely dusted the front of his coat and shirt with his gloved hands. A pleased but no less cold smile across his face as he brushed invisible specks of dust from his coat.
Two dirty-blonde haired bikers nudged each other with smiles across their faces. The pair seemed to make fun of the situation as though it'd been nothing more than a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. The taller blonde wore a black mesh-like shirt with a worn leather jacket. His white pants and knee-high leather boots, a strange and yet befitting combination that complimented the blonde well.
The smaller blonde was dressed in a brightly coloured patchwork jacket, the white cropped t-shirt and low-cut jeans he wore paired with a set of worn and slightly faded boots. His sandy-blonde hair curled unlike that of the taller blonde's straight, fluffy hair. Amara watched as the smaller blonde pulled the taller one into a playful headlock. A Cheshire-like grin etched across his face as the taller blonde shoved at his waist as though it'd make the smaller blonde release him.
The final biker merely watched on with a bemused expression as he shook his head at the two blonde's antics. His dark, ebony-brown hair came to rest just below his shoulders. The black leather jacket he wore revealed the toned planes of his chest and stomach as the brunette wore no shirt, his olive skin displayed for all to see. The dark-washed jeans that were ripped along his knees were paired with his boots flawlessly, much like that of the necklace that hung from his neck—the charms upon it indistinguishable from where Amara stood.
Amara studied the group for several more moments as they walked over to four motorcycle's that stood in a somewhat neat line beside the railing of the boardwalk. The platinum blonde pulled a cigarette out from behind his ear and a lighter from the pocket of his coat before he lit the small white stick in one smooth motion. Lifting the cigarette to his lips as he inhaled a lungful of smoke, exhaling the smoke from his mouth as easily as he had inhaled it.
With some effort, Amara tore her eyes from the group of bikers and forced her legs to continue walking in the direction of the stage. Her brows furrowed in annoyance as Amara wove through the throng of people and climbed to the top of the stand beside the stage. Leaning her elbows upon the metal of the railing as Amara peered down at the people that danced and sang along to the music around her.
All the while, completely oblivious to the set of eyes that watched her from beside the Ferris wheel.
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Clove Cigarettes
Pairing: Male Vampire (Clarence Marston) x Gender Neutral Reader
Warnings: Violence, Blood Drinking, Lewd Content mention.
Part of The Black Dahlia Series
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The room smelled like overpowering lavender. Next to the burning sticks of incense there was a number of long, black candles, the ends burning with small flames. Black wax dripped over the sides of the vanity, and Cal swept back into the room with a soft rumble. He couldn’t remember how long he had been coming and going.
“Mmm.” the woman on the bed moaned, “Cal.” she stirred from her sleep, exposing her pale neck, littered with fangs marks, two puncture holes were bruised and sore, barely scabbed over from his indulgences.
“I’m here.” he rumbled as her hand flopped into his own, “Shh.” he cooed as he spread his leathery wings and crawled over the silk sheets. It was her home. Her room was dark from where he’d closed the blinds and curtains, leaving them in darkness. Cal leaned over her body and touched her skin. She was growing cold. Soon she would die from blood loss.
 “Was it worth it?” Cal asked her as his skin slid over her legs, his curls dripping over his shoulders to tickle at her skin. He pressed his pointed, upturned nose to her stomach, grazing his fangs over the skin there, “Was it worth leaving him, for this?”
“Mmmm.” she hummed again as she reached for his face. Cal felt his skin ripple with glamour, pale skin and soft human flesh replacing the cold grey, stony cold feel of his chest, “I like you more.” she purred into the cold skin, “And your bite.”
“You’re addicted to the saliva.” he commented as he pushed her hands to her sides, “It’ll help.” Cal reached for her face and stroked her jawbone, “You haven’t got that long left.” His fangs touched her neck, and she purred as he reopened the wounds. His stomach clenched happily as the taste of iron flooded his mouth. Crimson dripped from the corner of his mouth as he grew excited, leaning into her neck, his teeth tearing the wounds deeper before the rest of his sharp teeth followed them, piercing the flesh so he could grapple her by the throat like a wolf.
 “Cal…” she uttered as her manicured nails fell from his hair, stroking the fur over his back as he drew away, blood covering his lips and chin, “C…” the kick of the consonant fell from her lips. The sound gurgled with the blood in her trachea. Blood bubbled on her lips as his wing claws reached to curl around the bedposts, holding his chest up over her dying body. Air crackled in her throat. Cal reached to touch her face as her eyes went glossy, the pupils expanding into their relaxed state as she died. Carefully, the vampire reached towards her face, his claws drawing bloodied lines over her skin.
“Loving me was your first mistake.” Cal whispered against her lips before he kissed them and closed her jaw. He closed her eyelids before kissing each of them and leaning back, shuddering as he looked at her throat. Torn pieces of her neck hung over the sides of the wound and down over her clavicle. With a purr, Cal shoved his bloodied fingers into his mouth, licking himself clean with his black, pointed tongue. There was silence. The candles swayed as he batted his wings once and hissed, fangs slipping past his lips as he threw his wings out in upset.
“Again… Again...” he whimpered to himself as he licked the blood from his mouth, “He told me! He warned me, and I’ve done it again!”
With a wail, he smashed his claws into the altar, throwing the candles onto the carpet.
 Roaring, the vampire reared back, pressing himself flat against the wall as he crawled to the ceiling and watched from the corner. The body didn’t move. She laid, her arms pressed up against her cushions and her face turned to the heavens. Maybe she would make it there? Cal whispered to himself as he crushed himself into the corner, his black wing claws hooked into the plaster, and softly uttered his prayers for the deceased. He reached for the cross looped around his neck, clutching the rosary close, for once in his life, as the carpet began to smoke with flames. A fire started by the legs of the vanity, burning orange light quickly moving to consume the cheap fabric flooring. It rippled across the plastic underlayers before it caught the side of the soft cotton bedding and burned its way upwards, consuming the carpet underneath the bed before it caught onto the slats of the bed frame. The fire startled Cal, and he clutched at the walls before panicking and rushing for the window. His claws scrapped at the glass, leaving scratches in the pane as he fumbled with the latches. With a hiss, he smashed his hands against the wood and broke the latches free, the wood splintering against his fingers. Great curls of hair fell over his face before he screamed, the flames catching hold of his hair and burning up the right side of his back, licking the soft, leathery membrane of his wing. Pain burned in his back as he tore open the window and burst out into the sunlight. With another hiss, he covered his eyes, his wings stuttering and flapping wildly as the light burned at his monstrous retinas.
 The sunlight wasn’t a death sentence anymore, but Cal regretted his decision to fly out as the sunlight seared at his open wounds, burning the flesh deeper. The star like pattern up his back ran red with boiling blood, dripping onto the tarmac below as he clumsily flapped through the air, heading towards the shaded back streets of the taller city buildings. With another howl of pain, he flung himself down into a shaded alley, clutching at his burnt wing before he dared to shift back into his glamour, naked and in agony, his eyes burning red with fury as he pressed his back against the cold metal of a dumpster. He screamed again at the pain, his blood boiling and fizzing against the metal. Cal looked up at the brick, trying to ground himself before he peeled his healing skin away from the metal again. He hissed violently and his mouth opened wide as spit and blood dripped from his jaw. He gagged and spat curses, his earlier reverence to the Lord forgotten, damning himself again as he gouged at the wall. He could barely hold himself up. A man wandered over to the dumpster with his bag of rubbish.
“Are you alright?” He asked as he caught sight of the shivering vampire, hunched over by the dumpster, “Oh fuck….” he saw the blood and flinched at the sight of the mouth full of fangs, “Fuck no. No way. You need the…” The elf said no more as he was grappled, fangs slicing his neck open. Cal drank from the wound hurriedly, burning with anger, guilt and pain as he gulped greedily, his back stinging but healing over from the burns. He dropped the elf a moment later and marvelled at the male as his eyes rolled up and looked him dead in the eyes, fingers clawing at the dirt as he attempted to gasp for help.
 He left the elf in the alley and dragged himself along the alleyways until he found the sewers, slipping into the stinking manhole to hide from the sunlight and to try and figure out how he was going to avoid being institutionalized for the slip up. They found him in the evening, clutching his rosary, praying against his bed, the right side of his back covered in burns scars, and his face and neck still covered in blood.
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 “It’s been a long time since any of us have seen the owner, he tends to keep to himself.” Flix commented as the male fae handed you a black apron before he shook his head and fished you out a deep, crimson red colour, “It matches you better.” he explained, “But the only rule is that his rooms upstairs are off limits. No one sees him come and go, but Cal likes his privacy, and he’s…”
You took the apron and slipped it over your head, “He’s?” You asked, prompting the fae to continue, “He’s not a serial killer or something, is he?” You joked.
Flix turned his lilac eyes on you as he tied his long, purple tinted silver hair back in a high ponytail, “He’s a recovering vampire. He was institutionalized for three years. They had to get him off the blood.” Flix explained awkwardly, “Ever since he’s been reserved. He likes his space, you understand?”
You nodded, swallowing thickly, “Yeah. I understand.” awkwardly you shrugged your shoulders, “Sorry about…”
“It’s a joke, just don’t let him hear you say stuff like that okay, baby?” Flix purred, “We all know what he is but, just to be safe.” The fae tilted your face up by the chin, two of his fingers pressed under your chin.
 Flix leaned close before he pressed the fingers of his other hand to your forehead, the ends glowing with a soft blue light before the light spread over your eyes for a moment, blinding you to the dim bar. You reared back but Flix laughed softly and held you upright as the bright dancing light faded, leaving you dazed and bleary eyed.
“That’s a little spell to stop the unruly sort from coercing you into giving them free drinks or offering them your neck. It’ll stop fae from being able to trick you too.” Flix’s wings fluttered before he grinned with dangerous teeth, “You don’t have to thank me, sweet thing. Your gaze is enough.”
After a moment blinking you scoffed, “You wish you could have a piece of this, Flix.” You flicked his hands away from you and laughed at him.
“Doesn’t mean you can’t fall for mine.” he sang as he pulled on his own apron, “Lets see what you’ve got newbie. Weldrick gave me the ‘all clear’ to grill you on the hardest things I know.”
“You’re not even trying and you still sound desperate for a lay.” You joked as Flix placed the shaker in front of you, “Pick your poison.”
Flix grinned, his black eyes glinting like an insect, shining with rainbows in the strobes before he pointed up at the menus, “A Bloody Mary.”
“Coming right up.” You grinned as you turned to grab the ingredients from the shelves.
 It was a difficult cocktail to make without a mix, but you worked in bars from being barely eighteen. You had enough years in you to know how to make it, but whether it was to Flix’s taste was another question. You poured the cocktail into the glass and took a step back. Flix’s gossamer wings dragging over your arms as he took the drink, smelling it before he took a sip.
“Pretty good, for a human.” he joked as the strength of the drink hit him, “Though maybe for the human customers you might want to tone down the booze.”
“If they can’t handle it, why are they drinking?” You laughed as he knocked back the rest of the drink.
“Vampires might appreciate a real bloody to go along with it.” Flix flicked his hair away with a scoff, “There’s blood bags in the fridge, and fresh frozen in the back. Don’t let them fool you into thinking they need warm living stuff, they’re all just con artists.”
“You don’t need to tell me twice.” You took the glass and placed it in the boxes for cleaning, “So, do you want to test me on anything else, or am I good to go?”
Flix grinned as he leaned over the bar, “You’re good to go, sweet thing.” He batted his long, circular tipped eyelashes, and left you to the end of the bar, “Get those liquors in order, we open in twenty!”
 The bar opened to a few guys, larger orcs who were older than the usual bruisers who came through. They were shaved bald in a traditional manner, their heads covered with tattoos and their ears pierced with numerous rings. They snorted in orcish to one another before thanking you for the drinks and leaving to sit in the corner, sighing in relief after their days work. The rest of the customers trickled in later on. The Black Dahlia attracted numerous clienteles and you were witness to all of them. The group of orcs that came in later were younger, headstrong, and brash as they swaggered between the bar and their put together tables. A faun at the end of the bar scoffed and talked to her friend as two of them ordered drinks. Flix served the men with a flirtatious wink, fluttering his eyelashes and you made sure to bump his backside purposely hard as you went past, smacking his hips into the bar roughly as the two orcs turned to the faun and human sat on the end.
“Do you ever give it up, Flix?” You asked with a snort as you placed some glasses into the tubs for washing.
“Not while I’m awake, no.” Flix grinned as he walked towards the next customer. You shook your head and carried on with your shift as the human and taller, older orc headed to the balcony to watch the show.
 You had a break at about ten o’clock. It was much busier now that the band were on stage, in full swing of their show. You’d served humans, fae, werewolves and centaurs alike this evening, and you’d not had to deal with anyone who was unruly. You waved to Flix as you left him flirting with a group of Orcs, heading to the balcony to catch a bit of the show as you ate your food from the kitchen and drank the soft drink that you’d stolen from Flix’s personal favourites. The band chugged along before the female brought out a whip and bared her sharp elven teeth, her ice white eyes shining as she ran it along the audience. You laughed as you stabbed another fry, lathering it in sauce before you shoved it into your mouth, and washed it all down with a few glugs of the fizzy juice. Happily, you sat on the stool, watching the clock every now and then as you finished off your food.
 As you took another drink, a cold shadow passed over you. You shuddered in your seat and peered behind you to see a slouching man take three long strides towards a table where the handsome orc and his entertainment for the night were sat. The man was a giant, clad in a soft turtleneck and black jeans covered in chains and small crosses. Around his neck sat a long, drooping rosary, and it bounced against his chest as he stopped, tossing black curls of hair from his eyes to peer at the couple over his sunglasses. His eyes burned red in the light but as fast as the colour appeared, it disappeared back into the steel blue. He shook the human’s hand before looking in his pockets for his cigarettes. The orc returned and the situation turned hostile and cold. The male reached for his gum packet instead and shakily unfolded the wrapper and slinked into the shadows, his hair rippling into the walls as he disappeared again from view. You sat with your mouth open before a hand appeared on your table, black nails thumping against the wood before a cold breath blew against you ear.
“Get back to work, newbie.” the gravelly voice growled, and you were quick to oblige, hopping up from your seat and escaping with your plates down the stairs to the bar front.
 Your shifts at the Black Dahlia were regular. You even picked up extra hours when the female werewolf, Jude, went off on maternity for her second litter. You hoped to god she made enough money to support that many children, but you didn’t dare to question it as Flix talked about the process of werewolf childbirth.
“I don’t need to know, Flix!” You groaned at him, “One child is gross enough! Never mind a litter!” You smacked at him with your towel, “So hush!”
Flix cackled, “I didn’t think children would freak you out so much!” he prodded your arm, “You enjoy all those blood spurting bands on stage! I was sure you’d love seeing blood and mucus come out….”
You thumped the fae in the arm, “Seriously! Enough!” You scowled as you turned back to drying the pint glasses, “Sometimes you are way too much…” You muttered.
“Hey, come on. I’m sorry sweat pea!” Flix cooed, “I won’t mention it again, promise.” he crossed his finger over his heart.
“Fine.” You reached to pinch his cheek, “But next time I’m going to tell Weldrick!” You threatened.
“Ugh. You’re just a little minotaur’s pet.” he hissed at you playfully before turning back to his own job. Flix exited into the kitchen to load some final plates and glasses for washing.
 “You’re fitting in well.” a low voice grumbled from the end of the bar. You jumped out of your skin at the noise, too focused on washing the pots to be paying attention to who was hanging around. You looked up to see the same, dark clad man from the other week. This time his black hair was tied back, revealing the hanging silver cross earrings in his ears. His steel eyes and low brows accentuated a thin face with high cheekbones, making him seem thinner than he was really. Tonight, he was dressed in a set of tight trousers and a tight, long sleeved red shirt, the sleeves long with soft ruffled ends, matched with a tied neck scarf under the collar. His sunglasses were pushed into his hair.
“Cal?” You asked lamely as you placed down the glass you were cleaning.
“Yes. I am he.” he droned as he picked at a beer towel with black painted nails, “Are you enjoying your time here?” Cal asked with a cool stare, his mouth twitching with a sneer, revealing the sharp set of fangs that filled his mouth. It was unlike any vampire you had met before.
“Uh…” Your heart did a flipflop before you could reply, “Yeah. I am. It’s nice to have such a stable job for once.” You confessed quickly, praying he wouldn’t bring up how nervous you were.
 “I can hear you on the verge of a panic attack. Calm down. I know they’ve all told you how I was addicted to fresh blood. Bleeding blood, or whatever they call it now. I’m off it. I have been for years.” He snarled, “So stop panicking.”
You nodded, “Sorry.”
“Don’t. I don’t need it. I know what people think.” Cal pointed to the freezer under the counter, “Get me an O negative, please.” It seemed as though he had to squeeze the manners onto the end.
You walked closer and unlocked the freezer before fishing him a pack out and throwing it into the microwave to thaw after clicking the anticoagulant vacuole to avoid it from clotting. As you turned around, Cal grabbed your wrist, dragging you over the bar so he could sniff at you. The vampire’s eyes burned red for a moment.
“Or would you rather give me your blood?” he purred, the gravelly tone suddenly much more appealing, “It won’t hurt.” he comforted you as he opened his mouth full of monstrous teeth.
 It was then you looked into his eyes, seeing the cold steel, and blinked.
“Flix put an anti-glamour spell on me. That doesn’t work.” You frowned before dragging your wrist out of his freezing cold grip, “Do you do that to all new starters?”
Cal sat back on the stool as he pushed his glasses back down onto his nose, “Not all. Just the ones I know will be snacks if Flix fucked up the spell.”
“What do you mean ‘know will be a snacks’?” You quoted back at him before throwing his warm blood bag onto the bar.
Cal snatched the bag and looked at the contents curiously before he stole a glass from your clean side on the bar and piped the contents into it. The red blood made you feel a little queasy, and you looked away as he greedily drank it, still ignoring your question.
“I meant…” he swallowed the last of the blood, “Vampires like to prey on new things like you. I might be scary, but they’ll do what they want if no one is watching. Keep your wits about you, or you’ll end up as a blood bag, or better yet, a brood barer for a drider.” he tossed the glass and packet on the bar and sneered as he turned. “Happy Halloween, newbie. Stay away from witches tonight.” His hair flowed into a shadowy smoke again before he disappeared up the shadowed walls and disappeared.
 A slim hand fell on your shoulder, shocking you out of your annoyance and making you jump with a small gasp.
“Hey, calm down sweet thing, it’s just me.” Flix’s black eyes appeared next to you before he turned you around to look you in the eyes, “By the look on your face, I’m going to assume you met Cal?” He tilted his head.
“Yep.” You took a steadying breath, “He’s something…” You couldn’t really articulate what you thought in a kind way.
“He’s a bastard. I know.” Flix laughed as he flung his towel onto his shoulder, looking towards the shadows which Cal had disappeared into, “I’ll say sorry on his behalf. He’s…socially awkward.” Flix’s gaze eventually looked away from the shadows, and when you looked back, Flix was quick to wrap his hand around your shoulder and turn you towards the doorway, dragging you down to the other end of the bar.
“Forget about him anyway. Let’s get ready for the costume aspect!” Flix declared as he pushed you into the back room, “I’ve got just the thing for you!”
You shook off the odd feeling and smiled, “It better not be underwear!”
 The feeling of being watched followed you all night as you wandered up and down the bar serving various costumed customers. You were in a cape and a set of polymer fitted fangs. Most of the vampires of the evening had taken to laughing at your fangs and white face. A pretty, tall vampire lady had scoffed before asking you if you’d prefer some real ones. Thankfully, Flix’s glamour worked its magic, preventing you from falling under any of their hypnotic spells. You thanked them, laughed, and served them their heated blood drinks. Flix enjoyed the evening more than you, fluttering around with his great wings dipping and curving as he delivered drinks by air. Halloween was the night monsters could let their hair down.
 “Hey, Flix.” You looked up above the bar, “I’m just going for a quick toilet break!” You shouted up to him. The fae gave you an ‘okay’ sign from the air and fluttered with a graceful dip down to deposit a set of drinks with some gruff looking werewolves. You hung your apron up behind the bar before you headed to the toilets a little way from the bar. You hopped down the steps and opened the door before freezing in your tracks. A monster made of tentacles and thick slime oozed in a cubicle, and you backed away as a woman’s moans came from the where the toilet wall was. A tentacle appeared from around the door, the eyeball on the end rotated and blinked before the woman paused.
“Why have you stopped?” She whined, and you took that as the exact time to bolt with a rush of apologies spewing from your mouth. You slammed the door to the toilets closed and rubbed at your face, embarrassed and feeling hot as you escaped back to the bar.
 A cold shadow lingered over your shoulder before a hand touched you by the bottom of the stairs, icy fingers pressing into the cheap fabric cape.
“A vampire?” Cal’s deep, gravelly voice asked before the rest of his cold body appeared at your right side, “Well, maybe a poor imitation of one.” He chuckled once, twice, and then stepped around your front.
“Cal…” You uttered before composing yourself, “It was Flix’s idea, not mine.”
“Ah. Yes, he does like to do things to get under my skin.” Cal commented before he noticed your squirming, “Is Rendax causing problems in the toilets again?” He asked, “That damn tentacle pest doesn’t know when he’s not welcome.”
“Yeah…well he’s doing a lot more than just causing a problem, I think.” You made a hole with your right thumb and index finger before pushing your left index finger through it, “If you catch my drift.”
“I’ll have Weldrick deal with him.” Cal snapped open his phone with a soft hiss and a scowl as he listened to the phone ring, “Weldrick? Yes… We have an unwanted visitor in the toilets, again.” He snapped the phone closed and you felt yourself smile as you looked at the old flip-phone.
 “You know those have been out of fashion for about fifteen years, right?” You tried not to laugh as the vampire held the phone by its small antenna. A soft giggled escaped you.
Cal stepped from one foot to the other, awkwardly looking at his aloft phone, “It is what I was bought before we toured in two thousand and three.” He muttered to himself, “What do you humans use now?” He asked.
You looked him in the eyes, seeing the sad steel colour of them for a moment before you reached for your pocket and produced a smart phone, “Touch screen, colour, internet access.” You clicked it on, and the vampire jumped slightly at the colours in front of him, “Wait…”
Cal recoiled as you push the phone to him, “What?” He grumbled.
“I don’t think it would work, you know, since you’re dead and all that.” You confessed as you typed on the device.
“Probably not.” He confirmed before taking a step backwards, brushing his ponytail away before he cringed and stepped back towards the shadows, “You…” He looked from you to the bar again, “You are welcome to use the toilet near my office while Weldrick deals with our unwanted guest.”
 As you nodded, the white minotaur came down the stairs. Your mouth opened at the size of the white bison looking minotaur. Weldrick’s fur was printed with black patterning, like tattoos, and he rolled his sleeves as he came to the bottom of the stairs, preparing to deal with the tentacle monster. The sheer amount of metal rings in his ears made him clink as he walked, and you took note of the nose hoop and eyebrow rings as he stopped short of you and Cal.
“Can Rendax not keep it in his fuckin’ pants for one sodding night?!” Weldrick shouted, and the crowd behind you parted as the minotaur gave Cal’s shoulder a clap. He thumped on the toilet door and opened it with a clatter, “You better be fuckin’ decent, Rendax, or I’m dragging both you and your girl toy out of here fuckin’ naked!” He hollered as he ducked his horned head to grab for the monster inside.
Cal turned on his heels, “Come on.” He led the way up the stairs, melting between the bodies as though he wasn’t even really there. No one paid him any attention and you followed quickly, still desperate for the toilet.
 The stairs led to the second-floor balcony before there was another set of doors with a code on the handle. Cal punched in the numbers and opened it to the second set of stairs, letting you go through first before he followed you, closing the door behind him. The locking system re-engaged with a soft click and you turned back to see Cal eye the handle, his hand lingering around the metal before he gave an awkward half smile.
“Carry on up the stairs. It’s the first right door.” He shooed you up the stairs, and you nodded before heading up in front of him. A moment later, he followed in your footsteps, quiet as he made sure to stay a few steps behind you. You quickly found the door and opened it to see a large bathroom. It was perhaps Cal’s personal one, but it was bare, having just a few bottles in the shower basket. You locked the door and listened as Cal stopped outside. The shadow of his shoes remained for a moment before he walked on down the hall and entered a different room. The door closed with a soft click and you let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding.
 A cold shiver ran down your spine as you pushed off the door and headed towards the toilet. It was then you wondered if vampires even had to relieve themselves. They were technically dead, after all. You pondered the thought for a moment as you finished your business and washed your hands. You looked at the slate tiles for a moment, admiring the dÊcor, before unlocking the door and sticking your head out into the hall. There was no sign of Cal. You stepped out and turned quickly to rush back down to the bar.
A claw grazed at your head, tugging a piece of hair, running through it quickly. You squeaked and looked up to see black hair hanging from Cal’s head. He was hung just over the door, hunched, with his claws in the ceiling and his head near your own.
“I’d like for you to work next Friday. Is that agreeable?” he asked with a tilt of his head.
You got over your fright with a deep breath, “Yes. That’s fine, but you could have just, uh, asked.”
Cal scowled.
“Without being hung from the ceiling?” You added on before moving out of his way, towards the stairs, “Thank you for letting me use your toilet.” You smiled and disappeared back down to the bar as quick as your feet would carry you.
 Cal watched you leave before he slid from the ceiling and snatched your novelty cape from where it was stuck in the door.  
 “Are you okay?” Flix asked as he fluttered down from the ceiling, his wings brushing at your cheeks before he landed softly.
“Huh?” You asked before realising you probably looked rushed off your feet, “Uh, yeah. I’m fine.” You lied with a smile. You rushed back behind the bar before reaching for your shoulders and realising your cape had come free during your escape. You didn’t have the courage to go and fetch it, so you turned back to the people waiting and got started making drinks and taking cash.
 Halloween was forever burned into your mind and your retinas after seeing what you did that night. More importantly, however, you remembered the dark look of hunger in Cal’s eyes as he hung from the ceiling, seemingly with nothing but the soles of his shoes and one hand’s fingertips. He liked to lurk around the left wall of the club, his back pressed to it as he scanned the crowds of people. You had no idea what he was looking for, or if he knew you could see him, but he gave you no inclination that he could see you staring. There was always the sad, lonely coldness to his eyes. It burned to hunger whenever an exposed neck went past, and you saw him fidget and reach for a piece of gum often, like he was kicking a habit other than the cigarettes. You watched him again tonight, his tall frame pushed back into the shadow of the balcony, slouched against the wall in a pair of dark sunglasses, his curls of dark hair dripping over his shoulders where they melted back into the shadows around him. He was shirtless, covered only in a leather jacket and black jeans, the studded belt wrapped around his hips. As he turned, you caught a glimpse of the tattoos on his chest with a centre cross between his pecs. It was flanked by three pairs of shaded wings. You looked at the ink intensely before you looked back at your cocktail mixer and wondered what it meant.
 As you finished serving the masses, you felt out a breath and sat back on the stool behind the bar, taking a moment to rest your feet before people started to queue with orders again. As you relaxed against the wooden shelving you peered back to the left wall, where you had last seen Cal lurking. He was gone, replaced by a couple cuddled together watching the band who were playing. A soft melody rang out from a synth, not unlike a church organ. It petered into some soft vocals and you dared to close your eyes and let out a breath as your body relaxed a little.
“Enjoying a break?” Cal’s gravelly voice carried over the top of the lilt of a guitar.
“Ah!” You jumped a little, smacking your head against the wooden shelf. You clutched at the spot and rubbed furiously to try and push the pain aside, “Sorry.” You winced at you pulled your hand away, seeing a dot of blood from a little scrape on your scalp.
Steel eyes locked onto your fingers, but Cal didn’t move. The vampire swallowed and tore his gaze away from the blood.
 “Here.” Cal reached into the pocket of his leather jacket and pulled out a small handkerchief, “To stop the blood.”
“Thank you.” You took the piece of soft cloth from him and pushed it to the little cut. You avoided his eyes for a moment before slowly looking up and realising that his neck was bare of the rosary, “You don’t have your rosary on.” You commented, off-handed.
Cal looked down at his chest before nodding and pushing his glasses down his nose, “I don’t. You’re more observant than I thought…But that doesn’t answer my original question, does it?” he reached for his back pocket and slid free a packet of cigarettes.
“Smoking will kill you, you know?” You joked before taking the handkerchief away from the scratch on your scalp. “I was. It’s been madness serving tonight. Flix is off so its just me manning the bar.”
“Oi!” Weldrick ducked his head out of the kitchen door, “I’ve been helping you all night, cheeky little fucker.” the minotaur snorted at you before seeing Cal. His blue eyes widened in shock, “I didn’t expect to see you out and about, Cal.”
The vampire snorted as he turned the packet of empty cigarettes with a sneer, “Well, it is also my bar.” He flicked his painted nails at the minotaur.
“Oh, is it?!” Weldrick grumbled, “Well, maybe you can come help serve fuckin’ drinks in it then!”
 You looked back at Weldrick and then to Cal. The vampire’s teeth poked out from beneath his top lip before he snarled with a hiss.
“Fuck you, Weldrick. You know I can’t!” Cal curled back in on himself suddenly, all his bite lost as though he had been kicked.
“Yeah. I know why. You’d eat the clients.” Weldrick gruffly stated before he dragged you away by the arm, turning your head before you were deposited in the kitchen out of sight of Cal, “So is that what you’re sweetening this one up for?”
Cal looked at Weldrick over the top of his sunglasses again, “No.” he slammed the cheap vampire costume cape on the bar top, “I came to give this back.” His nails were claws as he dragged his hand away and he grabbed his forgotten handkerchief from the bar.
Weldrick saw the blood on the cloth, “Cal. You know you can’t do this again.”
“I’m not doing anything.” He insisted, “I’m not relapsing, so stop. Just stop. I’m not an animal and I’m over it. I was trying to…”
“Be a bit more human.” Weldrick finished for him with a thump to the vampire’s shoulder, “Well. Don’t let me stop you, but I’m warning you, I’ll intervene again if I find out that…”
Cal sighed, “I know.” before he walked away from the bar.
 You peered back around the door with a sheepish smile. Weldrick watched the vampire weave his way back up the stairs before he turned around, his giant tattooed arms crossed over his chest.
“What’s the rule, newbie?” he grumbled at you, his nostrils flared and his pierced ears flicking back and forth.
You ducked your head and fiddled with your apron, “No flirting with vampires?” You looked up, “But I was…”
Weldrick grumbled again, “No. You don’t get close with Cal. Flix warned you about him, and about glamouring!” he insisted, “Watch yourself, that’s all I’m saying.” Weldrick sighed and scrubbed at his messy white fur, “Cal’s a good lad. He’s just…got a lot of issues and things going on in that old head of his. You get me?”
You nodded, “I was just being polite and…he seems nice, just a little eccentric.”
Weldrick laughed at you, “Eccentric is one word.” he clapped your back harshly, winding you, “Look after your neck, newbie. Any vamp would like a piece of you, I’m sure. That girlie in the corner had been eyeing you for an hour before Cal showed up to strong arm his claim. He’s taken a liking to you, whether you like it or not!” Weldrick said before he disappeared into the back again and you sat back on your stool. You looked at the young female vampire, decked in dreads and deadly red lip gloss. She avoided looking back at you and disappeared into the crowd.  
 You plucked your novelty cape from the bar top and looked up the stairs, where Cal had disappeared into the crowd and up to his rooms. You took a breath and turned back to the kitchen.
“Weldrick? I’m just going to thank him for bringing my cape back.” You said around the door frame, peeking inside to see Weldrick carrying two new kegs of beer.
“Fine. Watch yourself heading up there, okay? Do you know the code?” he asked as he stepped around you and ducked underneath the bar.
“No, but I figured that Cal would be able to hear me knock?”
Weldrick nodded and gave you a thumbs up from underneath the bar, “Bat ears come in handy sometimes.” he snorted as he undid the old keg.
You left the minotaur tucked underneath the bar and headed towards the stairs; your hands tucked into your apron pocket.
 A few patrons gave you smiles and greetings as you passed them by, and you smiled and rushed along towards the door, marked by a large ‘private’ sign. You felt silly as you stood in front of the door, awkwardly playing with the frill on the cape collar. One deep breath, you told yourself, as you sucked in air, and held it, calming yourself with a long exhale before you knocked timidly. It didn’t take Cal long to unlatch the lock and open the door inwards, his face painted with a frown and his glasses pushed into the top of his hair. His intense eyes met your own before he looked at the cape in your hands.
“Thank you.” You said, “For returning my cape I mean. I didn’t have the balls to come back and ask for it…and now I realise that I was a bit stupid.”
Cal’s eyebrow quirked, “Its not a problem. I realised you’d left it in the bathroom, but I only just now remembered you were on shift.” he reasoned quietly before he hummed, “Would you like to…”
“Sorry but I’m still on shift, and Weldrick will hang me if I leave him to work alone. But really,” you reached out and laid your hand over his, squeezing it slightly as you smiled, “Thank you. Most people wouldn’t have washed it either.”
You left him stood at the door and rushed back through the customers to help Weldrick pull pints for a rowdy group of elves.
 The vampire watched you head back down the stairs with a small grimace before he snatched his hand back to his side and shut the door with a small bang, his other hand clutching the bloodied handkerchief you had given him. He looked at it before heading up the stairs and throwing it into the washing machine in his small flat.
 Cal seemed to warm slightly after that night, and he would linger a little closer to the bar during the nights you were on shift, ignoring your stares as he leaned by the wall in whatever black attire took his fancy, always with a pair of sunglasses over his eyes, and a piece of gum in his fang filled mouth. This night was no different, but Cal weaved his way towards the stage, the chains attached to his jeans swinging as he tugged the band’s lead singer down to tell him something. You looked over, wiping a glass as he pulled himself up on the stage and threw off his jacket and shirt. Your eyes were drawn to the wings and cross on his chest, and then to the upside-down crucifix on his back, seared on his right side with creeping burn scars. The bar fell silent before the screaming started, and people flooded towards the front, pushing and grinning as Cal pushed his sunglasses into his hair and took hold of the microphone stand. He didn’t say anything but the band on stage grinned and nodded to each other as they started the slow chug of a song.
 “Oh, newbie, are you in for a treat tonight.” Flix chuckled behind you as his insect like wings fluttered over the top of your head, “Cal on stage. He’s not sang a song in nearly a year. You better get the mop bucket for the girlies at the front.”
“He can sing?” You asked, confused.
“Don’t you know?” Flix asked back, with a wide-eyed look, “Oh my sun and moon!” he exclaimed, “Cal was part of Black Blood!”
Your mouth fell open, “No fucking way! You’re fucking with me?”
Flix laughed, a gentle tinkering noise next to your ear, “No way, sweetie. He was part of the band until, well…You know the rest.”
“He was a musical god and now he runs a bar?” You stated, “This is surreal.”
“You tend to lose a lot of reputation when you eat fans.” Flix stated before he squealed as he was hit over the head.
 Weldrick snorted from above the two of you, looming like an all-white shadow, “Better believe he was a god.” he hummed before sighing, “Too bad the addiction killed his career, and the band. Durzub never did forgive him. Poor sod.”
“What exactly happened?” You asked but before Weldrick could answer you, Cal opened his mouth. You watched in awe as he formed the words, and the crowd leaned a little closer. He caressed the microphone stand as he started to sing about a night in a dark palace and you swore the crowd swayed with each syllable, as though they were under some kind of spell.
“Is that a glamour spell?” You whispered to Flix.
The fae only grinned, his black eyes sparkling as he turned your face back to the stage, “Just watch.”
So, you did, you watched him sway and sing, his hands slipping across faces and himself as he weaved something like a story. One night of passion before the sunrise split the lovers apart and the dawn burned his skin away. Everything was enchanting, his deep voice like a drug you couldn’t get enough, but each time you leaned closer you shook your head and took a step back. The audience was entranced, and you watched the men and women at the front swoon. An organ melody marked the end of the song, trailing into the soft plucking of a guitar and Cal’s eyes stared across the audience, finding your own. He held the stare for a moment before he pushed his sunglasses back over his eyes and took his shirt and jacket. No one followed him as he weaved through the swaying bodies and disappeared back into the shadows of the bar.
 “What the fuck was that?” You asked as the audience finally came to and started to cheer, “Were they hypnotised?”
Weldrick huffed, “Not quite. His singing has always had that effect, unfortunately. People are just enamoured. He swears there’s not a trick to it, but something about his singing is plain magical.”
“Magical is one word for it.” Flix snorted as he bumped your hip, “I would say sexy.”
“Watch yourself, Flix.” Weldrick laughed as he turned to head back into the cellar.
“It was amazing.” You stated with a sheepish smile, “I wonder if he’ll sing more?”
Flix nipped your cheek with his finger and thumb, “Once a year, sweet thing, once a year.” he punctuated the statement by poking you in the ribs.
“It’s a shame. He sings so beautifully.” You complimented as you took hold of another glass and dried the water off it.
 “I bet you would sing really lovely in bed.” A brash vampire leaned over the bar, flashing his fangs as his blond hair dripped over his eyes. He pushed it back into its styled quiff with a wide, charming smile. He reached for your hand and you took a quick step back, smiling politely.
“Oi. Vampire.” Flix hissed, “You know what’s allowed and what isn’t here.” The fae took you by the shoulders, “No fresh blood. You get the pack stuff, or you find somewhere else to haunt.”
The vampire scoffed, “Why don’t you let them speak for themselves, huh, sparkly boy.” He took your hand again.
“Sir, thank you, but I’m really not interested.” You carefully tried to slide your hand back, but it was caught in the vampire’s iron grip, “If you would like a drink, I can make you one?”
“Get off, fang bag.” Flix snarled.
 You didn’t get to defuse the situation, because as you tugged your hand again, a moment later, the vampire was slammed against the bar, pinned in place by Cal. The older vampire hissed, fangs dripping by the youngster’s ear as he pressed his claws into his neck, cutting the skin underneath his ears.
“Cal!” Weldrick shouted but he was silenced as Cal drew his head away, eyes pulsing red and his mouth open, his nose upturned. His face was the picture of a monstrous bat, feral and unhinged, his skin bleeding to a soft grey.
Cal held up a finger to you all before he leaned back over the vampire pinned to the countertop, “What is the one rule I have here?” He asked, his face contorted like a feral animal.
The youngster hissed pathetically and thrashed.
“I’ll gladly gut you and hang you from a church spire.” Cal threatened, “Or I’ll take this to your maker?”
The youngster pressed himself flat, “We don’t touch the humans.” he said, finally, as he deflated in defeat.
“That’s right.” Cal growled, “So, I suggest you find a new bar to fuck about in.”
 As he finished the sentence, he threw the youngster towards the door, sending him sprawling against the wall with a slam that shook the bar. The male rushed to his feet before escaping out of the entrance, his hair dishevelled and flying around his head. You closed your mouth as Flix placed a hand on your shoulder.
“Thanks, boss.” Flix uttered as he looked over your hand, “You’re gonna have some mean bruises, newbie.” he commented as he turned your hand palm up.
You couldn’t really focus on Flix as you looked Cal in the eyes. His face morphed back to a human looking guise behind a thin curtain of his hair. He moved his black curls back over his shoulder and nodded at you.
“Thank you.” You flinched as Flix prodded at your fingers.
“You’re welcome.” Cal whispered before he turned and walked away, fiddling with his jacket where it was torn by the youngster’s claws.
“Hey!” You pushed Flix’s fretting hands away and ducked through the bar door, rushing to catch up with Cal. He turned just outside the door to the upstairs flat and looked at you as he reached for a piece of spearmint gum, popping the rectangle piece into his mouth as you floundered, “Can…Can I take you out somewhere? To pay you back for everything you’ve done?”
 Cal stopped chewing, his jaw going stiff before he reached for the empty cigarette packet in his jeans pocket and cursed again. He ducked his head, appearing small despite his towering height, standing at well over six feet tall.
“It won’t be, uh, a date or anything, unless you know, you want that. I just want to say thank you, I guess.” You babbled until he reached out his hand.
“Let me see your hand.”
It wasn’t a question; it was a demand.
You held up your bruised hand, “Its nothing.” You deflated, thinking you had been rejected.
Cal looked at your hand for a moment before letting you cradle it again, “Meet me outside. Friday lunchtime. There’s an old diner a few blocks away.” He grumbled quietly.
You smiled and nodded, “Sure. Dinners on me!” You gushed before catching yourself, “Well, not me. I don’t think I have very good blood and…”
Cal let out a low, deep chuckle, before he pushed his sunglasses back up into his hair. His breath smelled like mint as he took your hand and kissed the sore fingers, “See you then.” he rumbled before he unlocked the door and disappeared up the stairs.
 Deciding what to wear seemed like the end of the world until your finally settled on something not too flashy, but a little dressy. You fiddled with the bottom of your shirt as you waited close to the entrance to The Black Dahlia. It was a little past midday and you wondered if you had come a little too early. Your fears were shot when the door opened, and Cal stepped out into the sunlight. He was in his sunglasses, the collar of his duster turned up to hide his cheeks with a black, red trimmed fedora on his head to shield his face from the sun.
“Hey, sorry if I’m a little early.” You smiled as you reached him.
Cal shrugged his shoulders, “Its not a problem. I don’t tend to sleep much… And I heard you arrive.” he tapped his ear underneath his collar, “A vampire thing.”
“Oh…You know I never thought of that.” You confessed before pointing to his hat, “You’re not going to uh, burst into flames, are you?”
Cal’s lips twisted up in a half smile, “No. I’m a little sensitive to sun, but I’m old enough that it isn’t lethal anymore. I wouldn’t have said daytime if I knew I would burst into flames.” he nodded his head, “Come on. The diner isn’t far.”
You followed him happily, not straying too far from his side as you made a bit of idle conversation to fill the silence.
 The diner was three blocks away. Cal opened the door and let you inside first. It was a cosy place, with wooden interiors and metal accents. It was quiet, with no customers milling around just yet, except for a dwarf, who was asleep in one of the booths furthest away from the door. A female elf looked up from her notebook and smiled brightly as Cal entered behind you.
“Clarence!” she tittered, “By the sun! It’s been so long since we’ve seen you! You know we only live four streets away!” she exclaimed before smacking his shoulder with her towel.
“Sorry, Graeliel.” Cal muttered, “Its…”
“Don’t. I know, sweetheart. I know.” Graeliel reached up and took hold of his cheeks between her palms. She patted his face before tossing her brown braids over her shoulders and dashing behind the counter, “Pam! Pamela!” she screeched, “Clarence is here!”
An older orc woman appeared from the kitchen, her chef’s apron splattered with sauce and her mohawk flattened with the heat of the kitchen, “Boy you best hope I don’t get hold of you!” she shouted as she crossed her arms over her chest, “Three years, and not a word! Not a word!”
 Cal shrivelled in on himself a little, “I’m sorry, Pam, Graeliel. I know I should have called or something…”
Pam held up her hand, “Don’t give me that.” she looked down at him and scrubbed at her silver-streaked hair, pulling it back before sighing, “I know, sweetheart. We’ve been worried, is all.”
“Pamela has been beside herself.” Graeliel added before she patted her wife’s shoulder, “But it’s all right. You’re here now…and with company?” She added as she peered around Cal, spotting you stood by the door.
Awkwardly, you gave them both a wave and stepped forwards.
“Ah,” Cal introduced you before adding, “We’re here for lunch if you have the space?”
“Oh but of course!” Graeliel grinned, exposing her slightly sharp, elven teeth, “I didn’t think you would ever find a partner, Cal!”
“You owe me thirty, Graeliel.” Pamela chuckled as she walked back towards the kitchen, “And no, I won’t accept back massages this time!” she shouted out of the door before disappearing again.
 Graeliel took your arms and rolled her eyes at her wife before she led you both over to a booth in the other corner of the restaurant. She grabbed a napkin holder and two sets of cutleries for you both and laid them on the table carefully before she laid two laminated menus down too.
“I’ll go and get you some drinks to let you decide what to have. How does two lemonades sound?” Graeliel smiled as she tucked her notebook in the front pocket of her apron.
“That sounds great.” You answered before you looked to Cal, “Wait. Is that okay?”
The vampire nodded his head, “Its fine. I can still have human food and drink, in moderation. It holds no nutritional value, and a lot makes me feel sick, but its nice sometimes.”
“Oh. I didn’t know that. I don’t think I’ve ever asked a vampire before though.” You smiled. Graeliel nodded and headed off to go and grab you both a drink, leaving you both with the menu and silence, which was occasionally broken by the snoring dwarf at the other side of the diner.
 “What are you going to get?” You asked Cal as you flopped the menu back on the table, “Are the club sandwiches any good?”
Cal shifted and pulled his coat off before reaching up to the top of the window and pulling down a window shade, which kept the sun off him. When he was comfortable, he carefully pulled his glasses and hat off, revealing his steel-coloured eyes. He was dressed in a shirt and a dark pair of jeans with his rosary sat on top of his chest. His black hair fell down his back and he reached to tie it back quickly before he picked up the menu and crossed a leg over his knee, resting the ankle on his knee.  
“The steak is actually decent.” he commented, “But if you want something light the chicken Caesar wrap is great. They source meat from an organic place…I think. It’s been a while since I was last here.”
“The falafel sounds better.” You grinned, having decided on your meal, “What about you?”
Cal peaked at you over the top of his menu, “The usual.” He shrugged his shoulders and leaned back, leaving the menu on top of your own.
“What’s your usual then?” You prodded his hand on the table.
“A pint of blood and a rare steak.” Cal muttered, looking up at you to check for your reaction.
 You were shocked for a moment, before you started laughing, creasing yourself against the table as you saw his eyes widen and his hands fidget with the edge of the table.
“Sorry.” You wheezed, “I just didn’t think you’d say it like that.”
A ghost of a smile turned his lips up at the corners, “People don’t like vampires. I wanted to see what you thought but,” he gestured to your wheezing, “it obviously doesn’t phase you.”
Once you finally caught your breath you looked him in the eye, “No, it doesn’t bother me. You’re just different to me, and that’s not a big deal. I’ve seen some scary vampires, and you’re not one of them.”
“Like the one that tried to snack on you?” Cal added scathingly.
“Yeah. He was…Well if you hadn’t shown up, I might not have gotten out of that one.” You smiled, “So, thank you, again.”
“Stop thanking me.” Cal sighed, “I didn’t do anything special.”
“But to me, you did! So, hush, and let me buy you lunch!” You jeered at him, pointing a fork at his face like a dangerous weapon. Cal smiled again and let it drop as Graeliel came back with your lemonade.
 “Alrighty then.” she pulled out her notepad out and poised her pen for your orders, “What will you lovebirds be having?”
“Graeliel, we’re just here for lunch.” Cal droned as he rubbed at his temples and reached back to pull the other blind down.
“Hush. I know a date when I see one!” Graeliel tapped the top of his head with her pen, “What do you want sweetie?” she asked. Cal opened his mouth again, but she silenced him with a scathing look, like an insistent mother.
“I’ll have the falafel wrap, please.” You ordered and she nodded before looking at Cal.
“The usual, please.” Cal grumbled before taking hold of his icy glass of lemonade and taking a sip. He didn’t make a face at the sourness but turned to look out of the window, before realising he had the blind down, and staring down at his drink, stirring the straw around idly. Graeliel left you both alone to go and give your orders to Pamela. Cal watched her leave before looking back at you with his ghostly smile again.
 “I’m sure you have lots of questions.” he stated before he took another sip of lemonade, “I know I would if I was in your situation.”
You nodded and played with your own straw, “Lots of questions. I saw your face morph into something like I’ve never seen before. You looked like…well, something out of a kids story book.” You took a sip of your drink from your lemonade.
Cal turned his head, avoiding your gaze as a cringe took over his features, “I figured that would be the first thing you asked me about.” he avoided your eyes as he seemed to think about what to say next, “I’m a vampire, yes, but I’m of an old bloodline. Night Terrors. That’s what we were called by the rest of our own race. I suppose we are like bats. Up turned noses, wings and the ability to hang onto any surface.” He droned quietly as the ice in his drink clinked, “Terachi. That’s what we are called now.”
You listened quietly before interjecting gently, “So why don’t you always look like that?”
“Glamouring. Intense glamouring.” Cal mumbled, “Enough that even Flix’s spell doesn’t enable you to see my real face.”
 The words sat heavy in your stomach. Cal refused to look at you for a while, his eyes trained on his lemonade.
“I can hear your brain churning. Its an ugly face. Its something humans would run. I’ve hidden my face behind my human appearance from the day I was turned.” he whispered as he pushed his hair over his shoulder again.
Gently, you took his hand from around the glass, stroking his fingers before you squeezed them and let him have his hand back, “How long have you been in music?” You asked, eager to stop Cal from scowling. He looked at the window again before meeting your eyes again and smiling awkwardly, the corners of his lips twitching.
“I’ve played the violin since I was around eight years old.” Cal turned his straw in his drink, “I learned to play the piano, but also the organ.” He saw your look, “My family was very religious. My mother was a faithful catholic. She married and dragged my father into it. I’ve said my hail Mary’s since I could speak.”
“Is that why you still wear your rosary?” You asked, pointing at the black beads hung around his neck and the cross which rested over his chest. His shirt hid the tattoo he had over his pectorals from view.  
 Cal picked at the cross and regarded the wooden jewellery for a moment before he dropped it back against his chest, “My relationship with the lord is a little complicated.”
“Isn’t everyone’s?” You joked as he shifted in his seat, “I think its nice you still believe. How long have you been, well, like this?” You trailed off at his grimace.
“A vampire?” he asked, “Since I was twenty-six.” He gestured to himself, “It was a service, in 1784. My maker was amazed by my skill with instruments, and I sang for him after. I’ve been like this ever since.” Cal gave himself a disgusted once over, before he looked back down at the wooden table, his nails scratching at the waxy surface, gouging at a name someone had already cut into the top.
“Did you leave anyone behind?” You asked.
“A fiancé. I don’t think I ever loved her like she deserved.” Cal said, “I disappeared after the service. My maker held me like a child as I changed and stopped breathing. I’ve not seen him since...” he trailed off, “I’ve not seen him since I joined Black Blood. That was over twenty-five years ago now.”
“Wow. That’s a long time. Did you fall out over it all?” You asked.
Cal shrugged his shoulders in response, “He didn’t want me out of his clutches I suppose. Either way, its history.” he dismissed any further questions with a wave of his hand.
 As though she had seen the tense situation, Graeliel came tootling over with your meals. The elf laid the two plates down in front of each of you and smiled warmly as she pointed to the lemonade.
“Is the lemonade sweet enough? I let Pam make it this time, and she’s a bit sour, so she skimps on the sugar.” she teased as she leaned back and tucked her towel against her hip.
“Its perfect.” You assured her as you took another drink of it, “Its just sweet enough. Anymore and I think my teeth would rot.” You joked.
She nodded and quickly scuttled to a microwave as it pinged. You watched curiously as Graeliel snipped open a back of blood and poured the contents into a blacked-out pint glass. She returned with the glass and placed it in front of Cal.
“Make sure you don’t eat too much this time, hm?” She patted his hand before she smiled at you brightly and left to go and dispose of some rubbish.
 You looked at the black glass on the table and wondered just if Cal was going to drink it in front of you or not. He met your gaze and shifted back before he took hold of the glass.
“You don’t have to look, if it makes you uncomfortable.” he reasoned, quietly, holding your gaze for a moment before he peered at the deep red contents.
“No.” You swallowed, “Its fine. Go ahead.” You smiled and reached for your cutlery as he nodded and tipped his head back a little. He pressed the glass to his mouth and quickly downed the blood, his throat working as he guzzled at it like a hungry animal. Cal grumbled softly as he finished and licked at the red blood clinging to his top lip before pressing his finger to it and licking that too. He closed his eyes and swallowed the last of it, his nose curled, before he calmed himself down, and looked back at you. His eyes were wide, as though he had thoroughly enjoyed himself, and you smiled at him.
 Cal’s lips curled a little at one corner before he stood to give the glass back to Graeliel. You appreciated the iron smelling glass being moved and carefully started picking at your salad. He returned and you picked up your wrap.
“Well, lets see if you recommended me something decent!” You took a bite and Cal chuckled quietly as your eyes widened at the taste, “Is this home made or something? The sauce is so good.” You said around your mouthful.
Cal nodded with a smile, “They make everything here in house.” he picked up his steak knife and sliced into the very rare steak before feeding himself a small piece, “Still tastes as good as ever.” He leaned to the kitchen and chuckled again.
“Too right it does!” Pamela hollered from the kitchen. You both laughed at her before digging back into your food.
 “Are you two finished?” Graeliel asked as you leaned back and grumbled about being too full. Cal chuckled again as he pushed his sunglasses into his hair, and you nodded with a content sigh.
“Pamela’s cooking has that effect.” Cal added quietly as you patted your stomach and laughed.
Graeliel laughed as well, “I’ll get you both the bill.” she walked happily to the kitchen to deliver your dishes and glasses before going to the cash register and bringing you the total on her notepad, scribbled underneath your orders.
You took the piece of paper, but Cal had already pulled out the cash, placing it on the table for Graeliel before he grabbed his hat and tucked his hair out of the way. He noticed you gawking and tilted his head, “Are you okay with me paying?” he asked curiously.
You nodded before huffing, “Yeah, but next time I get the food.”
Cal paused as he shrugged one arm of his coat on, “Next time?” he asked quietly.
“If you want a next time?” You asked with an embarrassed smile.
He nodded, completely silent as he turned his face away from you. He was incapable of blushing much more than a faint pink tone after a meal, but you caught the slight pink colour to the apples of his cheeks before he flicked his collar up.
 You followed suit and thanked Graeliel and Pamela as Cal rushed for the door, his long, graceful strides carrying him faster than you could ever hope to be.
Graeliel reached to give you a gentle hug which smelled of jasmine, “Look after him for us, hm? He’s such a sweet boy, just a little wounded.”
“I’ll try.” You felt hot and embarrassed, and your cheeks burned as you looked at Pamela’s smirk. You said your goodbyes and rushed after Cal. He held you open the door and silently offered you his arm. You took the arm and linked your own through it. Cal looked at you through the side of his black sunglasses before he smiled a little wider, revealing his sharp, fang like teeth. It was the only part he consistently couldn’t glamour, you had come to realise. You returned his smile and Cal looked down at you. Your eyes followed a piece of hair as it escaped his hair tie and slipped out over his shoulder.
“I’ll walk you home, if you want?” he asked with a small shake to his voice.
You realised then, that you were smitten with him, and smiled brightly, “Sure. Its not too far. I live near the rose garden park.” Cal nodded and ran his cold fingers over your hand before he slipped your hand down and into his own.
 You reached your small flat just as the roads started to get busy with traffic from people going home from work. You reached into your small bag as you neared the door, and quickly rummaged around for your keys. They jingled in your hand as Cal slipped his hand from yours and let you step up to the door alone.
“Thank you.” He uttered, “For taking a chance with me. No one has…been so kind to me in a while. Certainly not someone as gorgeous as you.” Cal whispered the words, as though you weren’t supposed to hear them. He turned his face away from you, his eyes still hidden behind his glasses. The sun was lower in the sky and the beginnings of the sunset were starting, casting an orange glow over his pale skin and the pieces of his black curls which had escaped his ponytail.
“I didn’t take a chance.” You said as you stepped back down in front of him, “I think you’re…You’re much more than just a monstrous vampire. You’re kind, sweet and considerate and…”
“Handsome?” He asked with a quirk to his lips before he licked them and reached out to take your hand again, running his fingers against your own as he digested your words.
“You make me feel…You make me feel grounded. Whole. Like I’m not…” Cal huffed at himself, “Like I’m not some fucking killer freak. I just… I feel like you understand, and I find myself thinking of you, often. I…”
 Gently, you reached up and pressed a warm finger to his lips, quietening his rambling, “I like you too, Cal. I think you’re…”
Cal silenced you as he pushed his sunglasses up into his hair again, revealing his steel-coloured eyes. He stared at you with such intensity, and you were drawn to the soft curve of his lips all too easily. He smelt like peppermint again, but you forgot that as he pressed his lips to yours. They were soft but icy cold. The temperature made you jump, but you quickly pressed to him. Cal grumbled something before you were backed against the door, his fangs grazing your bottom lip as his cold tongue brushed against your lips. You opened your mouth and moaned quietly as he kissed you deeply, his fangs grazing your lips again. He drew away, as though shot, and you smiled at the blackness to his eyes and the grey sheen to his skin. His nose curled and you touched the pointed tip of his upturned nose before pushing your hands over his shoulders and feelings the musclar tops of his wings. They flexed beneath his coat, the clawed tips scrapping against the concrete before he dived in to nip your lips again.
“I adore you.” He purred as you felt the tips of his ears and fumbled for the handle. The door opened with a soft click and you pulled on his hands. He caught himself at the door, letting you hold his hands before he was drawn into you and found your lips again, “You complete me.” He moaned against your cheek before you closed the door.
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haileygarciasunshine ¡ 4 years ago
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10 Things I Hate About You
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Written: April 19th, 2021
Posted: April 19th, 2021
Warning: Swearing, Mentions of alcohol, dive bar, mentions of misogyny, Fluff.
Word Count: 1,840
Summary: Loosely based on the movie 10 Things I Hate About You.
TV and Movie inspired Masterlist
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"Come on, Buck." Steve groaned while he shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. "You haven't dated since the forties. Don't you think it's time to get back out there?" He nudged his friend's shoulder as they continued walking side by side down the sidewalk.
The bitter night breeze met the slight barrier of their leather jackets, that slightly reflected the street lights.
Bucky huffed, shaking his head slightly. "I don't know.."
Steve sighed. "She won't go out with me unless her best friend has someone to go out with too."
"Tragic story," Bucky spoke rolling his eyes. "But I don't see what that has to do with me."
"Well...." Steve's voice trailed off as he reached up scratching the back of his neck. Once they walked to the bar, both men came to a halt standing awkwardly before one another. Each man giving his tell of anxiety. Bucky, glanced down at his gloved covered hands, as he fidgeted with the seams. While Steve, reached for the back of his neck scratching it.
"Well... You.. You see.." Steve shifted from foot to foot as he attempted to piece together words that wouldn't bring Bucky to alert. "She's.." Letting out a huff, he furrowed his eyebrows together as his shoulders slumped forward in defeat. "She's not like a typical girl."
"I...I don't know how to explain her to you-" Steve gave up his attempt. "Come on, see for yourself." Opening the door, Steve led Bucky towards the stools you and Sharon were sitting.
"Here, let's sit here and you can form your own opinion of her." Steve spoke, flagging the bartender as they sat on the side of the bar with the ability to watch anything unfold.
--
"Come on, Y/N." Sharon groaned. "Give him a chance."
Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. Lifting your drink to your mouth, you attempted to ignore her pleads.
"I...I just want you to be happy." She frowned as her eyes filled with sorrow.
"What makes you think I'm not happy?" You questioned raising an eyebrow at her, as you felt your eyebrows furrow together.
"It's just-"
Cutting her off, one of the many sleazy men that had been ogling your best friend had decided now would be the time for him to make a move.
"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes." The man grinned giving Sharon a head-to-toe survey. Turning his attention to you, he was taken back by your rough around the edges exterior.
"Aw, it's okay princess." He cooed at you, reaching his hand up towards your face attempting to push a strand of hair behind your ear.
Swatting at his hand, you felt your blood beginning to boil. The music that had been streaming through the speakers seemed to quiet, as everyone's eyes were on you in anticipation for how you would react.
"Don't touch me." You hissed through clenched teeth, holding Sharon's gaze.
"Come on, babe." The man continued, his hand landing on the ledge of the bar attempting to cage you in. "With a body like that, you should be grateful, I haven't-"
Raising your eyebrows, you felt heat dance upon your cheeks while adrenaline coursed through your veins. Whirling your head in the direction of the man, you scoffed. "I should be grateful, is that right?"
"Y/N..." Sharon spoke attempting to calm your sudden rage.
"Well..." You stood, nearly knocking the man to the ground. Moving around him, you stood in the walking aisle. Placing your purse strap on your shoulder, you kept one hand closed around it. "I guess in this society, being male and an asshole...Makes you worthy of our time." You spat, as you felt your features harden.
Cheers erupted from all areas of the bar, as you carried a smile while walking to the entry of the bar receiving pats on the back and praise from strangers.
Once the door closed, Steve cleared his throat as he brought Bucky's attention back to the previous topic. "So-"
"You need someone who doesn't scare easy." He spoke, nodding his head in understanding. Raising the bottle to his lips, he gulped a sip before letting out a sigh. "When's the date?"
Catching him by surprise, Steve gazed at Bucky in confusion, before a smirk made its way upon his lips.
--
"What if he doesn't like me?" Sharon questioned her face filled with concern.
Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms along your chest. "He would be stupid not to." You sighed. "Besides, there's plenty of other guys that are dying to take you out."
"Y/N!" She groaned, stomping her foot in the process. "You're not helping!"
"Well, do you want the truth or do you want me to lie?" You questioned raising your eyebrows.
Before either of your could finish your conversation, the sound of rapid knocks on your front door bounced off the walls.
Silently, you thanked whoever was at the door, for interrupting your argument. Walking towards the door, Sharon was hot on your heels.
Opening the door, you frowned as your gaze fell upon the two men standing before you.
"Uh, can I help you?" You questioned crossing your arms along your chest.
Clearing his throat, the blonde shifted his weight from foot to foot. "I'm here to pick up, Sharon."
Turning to face your friend, her face was illuminated with something you hadn't seen cross her face in a long time.
Bringing your attention back to the men before you, the blonde had his eyes locked on Sharon. Stepping out of your apartment, they linked their arms together before the hallway was filled with giggles and chuckles.
Momentarily, you had forgotten he had come with his friend. Clearing his throat, your attention was brought back to the man before you with a baseball cap upon his head.
"So-"
"No, thanks." You spat, taking a step back readying to shut your door in his face. "Not interested."
Slamming the door shut, you leaned against it as you closed your eyes attempting to regain your breath, that the icy-eyed man seemed to have stolen.
Sighing, he screwed his eyes shut.
--
Minutes before reaching your door.
"Come on, Buck." Steve pleaded. "You promised!"
Bucky groaned. "You saw how she ate that man from the bar and spit him out."
Steve sighed, defeat quickly setting in. "But, you're Bucky Barnes. A super-soldier, former hydra assassin, former Winter Soldier..." He spoke clasping his hand onto Bucky's shoulder. "You can do this."
"Fifty dollars." He negotiated. Crossing his arms along his chest sending a glare in Steve's direction.
"I'm not paying you to go out with a girl!" Steve exclaimed mirroring Bucky's stance.
"Then I'm not-"
"Fine."
"Fine?" Bucky questioned surprise etching along his features.
"Fine." Steve shrugged, pulling out his wallet and handing him a fifty-dollar bill. "Now, let's go."
--
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he made a mental note to tell Steve he would be upping his price if this were to continue.
Forming a fist, he lifted his hand, rapidly knocking on your door.
"Go away!" You yelled from the other side of the door. "I'm not buying what, you're selling!"
"I can do this all day, doll." He chuckled.
Yanking open the door, you sent him a deadly glare. "Leave before I call the cops for solicitation."
Pushing past you, he made his way into your apartment as he ignored your protests. Shrugging off his jacket, he placed it on your coat stand, before putting his hands in his front pockets.
Groaning, you shut your door, before turning to face him.
"Not too shabby." He spoke aloud.
"Gee, thanks." You spat. "I always hoped to gain the approval of someone who trespassed into my apartment."
Rolling your eyes, you plopped down on your couch before resuming your show. Letting out a content sigh, you had almost forgotten about tall dark-haired man.
Sitting beside you, he made himself comfortable, placing his arm along the backside of your couch.
As some time passed, there was a comfortable silence between you.
"I'm Bucky." His husky voice causing your stomach to flutter.
Nodding your head, you attempted to ignore him. "I didn't ask."
Silence fell between you. Frowning, you let out a defeated sigh.
"Y/N."
Much to Bucky's surprise, he hadn't expected you to respond much less give him some sort of acknowledgment of his presence.
"I sure hope you're not going soft on me, Y/N," Bucky spoke in a playful tone. You could hear the smile in his voice.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
As time passed, you couldn't concentrate on the show, but more so on the built man beside you. Your mind had convinced you that he was slowly but surely moving closer towards you.
Deciding you wanted to check, you turned to face him only to notice his thigh was millimeters from coming in contact with yours.
With widened eyes, you lifted Y/E/C eyes only to lock eyes with his ocean-colored ones.
"What?" He questioned attempting to be nonchalant about it. Bucky was well aware of what had gotten to you.
For once, you were at a loss for words. Opening and closing your mouth a few times you felt your mouth going dry. The smell of his cologne filled your senses, as you were overwhelmed by Bucky.
Your front door flew open, revealing a very inebriated Sharon and Steve. Both you and Bucky jumped away from one another as if you had been caught in the act of something intimate.
Jumping to his feet, Bucky turned to face you offering you his hand. Gazing at his covered hand then his features, you felt betrayed by yourself as you accepted his gesture allowing him to tug you to your feet.
Clearing your throat, you moved around the coffee table and assisted Sharon to the couch.
"I...I should get him home." Bucky spoke as he maneuvered Steve's arm across his shoulders allowing him to hold most of his friend's weight.
Humming in response, you crossed your arms along your chest nodding your head. As Bucky crossed the threshold into the hallway, he halted his movements.
"I had fun, not doing anything with you." He spoke grinning at you when he saw a pink dance along your cheeks.
Rolling your eyes you shook your head. "Goodnight, Bucky."
Shutting your door, you leaned against it as you let your head fall onto it with a soft thud. Butterflies had begun erupting in your stomach as heat rose along your features.
"Did someone thaw that ice-cold heart of yours?" Sharon questioned suggestively wiggling her eyebrows at you.
Groaning, you ignored her comment turning your attention back towards the show you were watching. Your mind clouded with thoughts of Bucky.
"Just so you know, Steve and I made plans for our next date," Sharon muttered as she closed her eyes, allowing slumber to overwhelm her.
Her confession did nothing to halt the butterflies in your stomach. Grinning to yourself, you couldn't stop yourself from the thought of seeing Bucky again.
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yurtletheturtlehenderson ¡ 3 years ago
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COSMIC - S1:E4; Chapter Four, The Body - [Pt. 3]
A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘠/𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧.
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WARNINGS: Cursing. Homophobic comments from Tr*y [his in script use of the word fa*ry once] Reader fucking SNAPS.
|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||
The five of us rode our bikes down the road to school, El on the back of Mike's bike as usual. She seemed eager to soak in everything around her like she would never see it again. Wind brushed the wig aside and she clung tightly to Mike.
Mike was beginning to slow down, the group of us all growing tired from the ride. Soon enough, however, we were walking through the back doors to the schools. Mike was in the lead as he turns to speak to us as we walked.
"Okay, remember, if anyone sees us, look sad."
I fought the urge to roll my eyes.
'He is still missing, isn't he?'
My thoughts were interrupted by the crackling of the speaker.
"Attention students, there will be an assembly to honor Will Byers in the gymnasium now. Do not go to fourth period."
I looked to the ceiling at the mention of my best friend and by the time I looked ahead, we had made it outside the AV room. Mike was attempting to open the door but it must be locked.
"It's locked." Mike confirmed.
"What?" Lucas asked.
"Hey, El, is there any way for you to open it?" I ask.
Before she could respond, we all jumped at the voice of Mr. Clarke and froze.
"Boys? Lady." He nodded towards El.
"Hey." Lucas breathed, obviously startled.
"Assembly's about to start."
"We know. We're just, you know..." Mike works a solemn look on his face as he spoke and the others seemed to join in, including me although it wasn't that difficult.
"Upset." Lucas nodded, dropping his nervous smile.
"Yeah, definitely upset," Dustin muttered.
I opened my mouth to speak, but thought better to say nothing at all and even looked down to the ground. Channeling all my emotions from just hours before.
"We need some alone time."
"To... cry." Dustin hesitated.
"Yeah, listen... I get it. I do. I know how hard this is, but let's just be there for Will, huh? And then," Mr. Clarke reached into his pocket and pulled out a key.
He tossed the key to Mike who caught it upon instinct.
"the Heathkit is all yours for the rest of the day. What do you say?"
We all looked to each other, wearing subtle triumphant smirks. It couldn't have been that easy, could it?
Mr. Clarke seemed to finally notice that he had no idea who El was.
"I don't believe we've met. What's your name?"
El seemed shocked and began to say 'Eleven' when Mike panicked and cut in.
"Eleanor! She's my, uh-"
"Cousin!" Lucas jumped in.
"Second cousin," Dustin added.
I started to laugh but caught myself just in time to play it off as a cough. I pretended to clear my throat as I looked to Mr. Clarke who was looking a bit confused.
"She's here for Will's funeral." Mike sighed.
Mr. Clarke seemed content with this answer as he shrugged and turned to her.
"Ah, well, welcome to Hawkins Middle, Eleanor. I wish you were here under better circumstances."
She looked to us and Mike, then turned to Mr. Clarke nodding her head. "Thank you."
A small smile fought its way into my face. She was doing great.
"Uh, where are you from exactly?"
El shook her head, sighing exasperatedly. "Bad place-"
"Sweden!" Dustin cuts in.
"I have a lot of Swedish family."
"She hates it there."
"Cold!"
"Subzero."
Meanwhile, I had fought back another laugh at the whole exchange and I had to play it off as a cough yet again.
"Are you alright, Mr. Henderson?"
My head snapped up, but luckily I was fairly quick on my feet this time.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah. I woke up with a fever, haven't been feeling well all morning. But I insisted on coming. For Will." Mr. Clarke seemed satisfied with my answer and dismissed our odd behavior.
"Shall we?"
"Yep!" We all follow Mr. Clarke to the gymnasium in silence.
As we get closer, I can hear the principal speaking from inside.
"At times like these, it is important that we come together as a community. We come-"
Dustin swung open the gymnasium doors far too hard and the loud bang echoed throughout the gym that had drawn the attention of the crowd. I elbow Dustin. I feel him shifting on his feet beside me as panic sets in.
"Abort." He whispers, turning to leave.
Thankfully, Lucas stops him and shoved him forward.
"We come together to heal... we come together to grieve..."
As the principle continues his speech, the five of us wander into the bleachers to find a seat.
⊹ ⊹ ⊹
"Will Byers' death is an unimaginable tragedy. Will was an exceptional student and a wonderful friend to all of us. It's impossible to express the hole his loss will leave in our community. I'd like to introduce you to Sandy Sloane. She's a local grief counselor from the church over in Jonesboro."
While the principal carried on, the five of us all looked to each other, all sharing the same thought.
'We need to get to that radio. And soon.'
"I just want those of you who are having trouble dealing with this tragic loss..."
"Look at these fakers." I heard Mike whisper.
"They probably didn't even know his name till today." Lucas scoffed.
My head whipped to the side when I heard hushed chuckling. I wasn't surprised to see Troy and his friend as the source of the laughter. I glared daggers into them and my hands gripped the edge of my seat until I was sure my knuckles would tear.
The boys and El seemed quick to follow my gaze because soon enough, we were all leaning over glaring at them.
"Who is interested in this? This is so stupid." He laughed.
I grit my teeth as my vision filled with red.
"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah..."
"Y/n..." Lucas warned, reaching out for my arm. I wasn't paying attention, but for some reason, I felt his hand leave my arm almost as soon as he grabbed it.
"'Oh, he was such a great student. Oh, he's going to leave a hole in the community.'" Troy mocked, beginning to fake sob.
I began to shake with rage, wanting nothing more than to stand up and scream 'fu-'
"Y/n,"
"What?!" I hissed at Lucas, my head whipping around to face him, my jaw clenched.
I saw fear in his eyes as he glanced between my eye line and my hands. I looked down at my own hands to see the dangerously strong grip on the wood. I yanked my hands off the bench and rubbed my hands together, keeping to myself.
I was shocked to see the faintest imprint of the most vaguely shaped hand on the bench. It was hardly noticeable and I had to do a double take.
'What the hell?'
El was leaning over and she met my gaze. She briefly looked at my hands, seeming to dismiss whatever thoughts she had. Then looked to Troy.
"Mouth breather." She whispered.
I let out a strained chuckle and nodded.
"Yeah. Yeah, mouth breather." I whispered, looking back and Troy.
Eventually, the bell rang, dismissing the assembly. Even though Lucas and Dustin seemed to have let it go, Mike and I were not finished.
"Hey! Hey! Hey Troy." Mike called.
I could tell he could hear us because he barely slowed down but was clearly laughing. I stomped towards him and called him out, loud and clear.
"Hey, jackass!"
He stopped in his tracks and turned around. He seemed like he wanted to be mad, but almost like he was happy he got a rise out of us.
"You think that shit was funny?" My voice never wavered and the boys and El seemed just as shocked as I was feeling at my newfound courage.
"What'd you say, orphan?" He asked, dumbfounded.
He only called me that when he was really pissed at me.
"You heard me! And how many times do I have to tell you, I'm not an orphan if I was adopted, you dumbass! Now what the hell is in that tiny brain of yours that would compel you to laugh at someone dying, huh? I mean, shit, you must really be sick in the head. I feel sorry for you." I spit out my last few words, my voice dripping with malice.
By now I was in his face, finally letting out all the pent-up aggression I've harbored for years. And it felt good.
"Get the hell outta my face, freak!" He yells shoving me back.
I get ready to strike but Dustin grabs my arm before my fist can collide with Troy's face. I struggle to get free but my brother was determined to hold me back, with the help of Lucas of course.
"Control your 'brother', Toothless. Or he just might lose a few teeth of his own." He glares at me and I still attempt to break free.
Mike seems to have found his voice as all of this happened because he was the next to speak.
"H-Hey, he's right! Laughing like that? That's a pretty messed up thing to do."
Troy, glares at us as his minion speaks.
"Didn't you listen to the counselor, freaks? Grief shows itself in funny ways."
"You little shit-" I attempt once more to get a right hook in but Lucas stops me.
Troy laughs at me struggling.
"Besides, what's there to be sad about, anyway? Will's in fairyland now, right? Flying around with all the other little fairies. All happy and gay!"
Lucas loosened his grip on me, silently letting me go as Troy began dancing around, mocking Will.
I swung my fist and I felt it collide with his nose with a satisfying crack. He stumbled back and grasped his nose in surprise, he pulled his hand away to find a few drops of blood on his hands. The crowd that had gathered while all of this unfolded, gasped in surprise. I even earned some scattered cheers among the students.
I seemed to realize the consequences of my actions, but I was prepared to face them. It was worth it. I watched as he stormed towards me, blinded by fury.
"You're dead, freak!" He stomped towards me at a shocking speed and I stumbled back, bracing myself for the inevitable retaliation but it never came.
All I felt was a sudden pair of hands on my right arm, harshly pushing me out of the way. I looked in time to see it was Mike who pushed me out of the way. I gakwed in confusion at what happened next.
Troy had just begun to raise his arm as he was only inches from Mike when he froze.
He completely froze in place.
He seemed just as confused, if not more than anyone. That confusion quickly bubbled into fear as his eyes scanned the room as much as he could without moving his head.
It finally dawned on me and I spared a quick glance at El, who was laser-focused on Troy, head tilted down and the smallest hint of blood dripping from her nose. I smirked and looked back to Troy, a smug smile on my face.
I couldn't hold back the laughter as I saw his pants begin to dampen with urine. A stream of it began pooling at his leg, and it even soaked into his socks and shoes. Other students caught on quickly and one boy in particular, began laughing.
"Dude, Troy peed himself!"
The circle of kids erupted into laughter as Troy stood frozen in a puddle of his own pee. I turned to El, who wore a devilish smirk on her face as she glanced between Mike and me. She quickly wiped her nose and started walking away. The boys and I enjoyed this brief moment of bliss.
"Hey! What is going on here?" The principle shouted.
"Come on!" I whisper, gesturing for the boys who all had the same idea. Before people could start asking questions we grouped together and made our way to the AV room unnoticed.
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retrogeekgal ¡ 4 years ago
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Captain’s Orders - Dark! Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Summary: After the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D., Steve assumes his role as Hydra’s new leader and takes what he’s been promised- you. Whether you want him or not.
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Warnings: Dark!Steve, Restraints, Non-Con, Gagged Reader, Dirty talk, Choking, Rough Sex, Fear, Threats of Imprisonment, Threats of Murder, Crying, Mind Fuckery, Slapping
This gets real dark folks, you’ve been warned. 18+. Otherwise, enjoy ;) “Dinner should be ready in about fifteen minutes!” You call out from the kitchen. Shutting off the burner on the stove, you turn around and see Steve leaning against the island. He gives you a brief smile, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. 
“Hey,” You say brightly, admiring the way his broad shoulders fill out his button down shirt. “You have perfect timing.” You smile back at him and point up to one of the cabinets. “I can’t reach the bowls, would you mind?” 
“Sure thing, Princess.” Steve shrugs, pushing himself off the counter. He reaches above you as you stare at him. Princess? 
You raise your eyebrows in confusion. “Princess? Why on earth would you -.”
The words have barely left your lips when the back of his hand connects with your cheek. You tumble to the floor and scoot yourself back against the lower cabinets. Pressing your palm to the heated skin on your face, you turn your gaze upwards. “Steve, what’s gotten into you?” 
“You don't talk back to your Captain.” He crosses his arms, eyes narrowing as they meet yours. “Obviously you need to be reminded of your place.” 
Scrambling to your feet, you reach for the butcher block, but Steve is too quick. Your fingers barely graze the handle of a chef’s knife before you're pulled away. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He harshly grabs your wrist, pulling you close to him. 
“Stop, please. You’re scaring me.” You try to push yourself away but he tightens his grip, now locking both wrists in his fist. “Why are you acting like this, Steve? This isn’t like you.” 
Steve lets out a low chuckle that makes you shiver. “You’re right, but I’m tired of doing what’s expected of me, doll. Being the dutiful soldier, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s poster boy? That was all I cared about. Until I was shown a different path."
A different path? What is he talking about?
"After S.H.I.E.L.D. fell, I wanted to be more than just Captain America. If I led Hydra in this new century, they'd give me what I wanted most. That's you, doll. Everything I'm going to do to you? There’s a part of me that’s wanted to since I met you. This is what I’m owed; what Hydra’s promised me.”
“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?!” You call out frantically, panic lancing through you. “Get Tony or Sergeant Barnes down here, please!”
“I’m sorry.” The A.I. responds immediately. “But you do not have authorization. Your request is denied.” 
He lets out another laugh, shaking his head. “No one’s coming to save you, doll. If they didn’t fall in line with the new order, I had them killed.” Your eyes widen in mounting terror at his words. “Tony understood what’s expected of him; locked you out of the system days ago.”   
Before you can say anything, he shoves a dish towel into your mouth, gagging you. With his free hand, he undoes his belt, causing panic to rise in your chest. You struggle against him and without hesitation, Steve whirls you around, trapping your wrists behind your back with his belt.
 The way you’ve been gagged and the roughness of the leather on your skin is a horrifying feeling and no matter how much you twist and pull at it, the belt refuses to loosen. 
“That’s it, sweetheart. Struggle for me, I’m going to enjoy breaking you.” He shoves you towards the kitchen island and you can’t help but stumble. His fingers knot into your hair, pulling at the root, to steady you. 
“You’ve been such a bad girl. I need to remind you what happens when you make your Captain angry.” You can hear the smirk in his tone as he pushes your chest down against the cold marble. 
Closing your eyes tightly, you fight back the tears and try to beg him to stop through the towel. The words come out muffled and unclear. “Oh, doll, did you say something? I couldn’t hear you. Maybe try speaking up?” Steve laughs, reaching forward for the gag. 
He’s pulling it out, thank - Your thoughts scatter as he pushes the towel further into your mouth and you struggle not to choke on it. 
As his hand snakes up the back of your dress, you hear another voice from the doorway of the kitchen. “What’s going on here?” Your eyes shoot open and lock on Tony’s face. His brown eyes squint in confusion as you attempt to spit out the gag. When it doesn’t move, you struggle further and shake your head. 
Steve tugs you off the counter by your hair, locking his arm around your restrained ones. “What the fuck do you think is going on?” He shoves you forward slightly and you whimper in fear.
“Cap, she doesn’t seem to be okay with this.” Tony inclines his head in your direction and steps further into the kitchen. Thank goodness, Tony will put a stop to this. Once you’re safe, you can both figure out what to do next. Obviously something is wrong with Steve, what he was saying didn’t make any sense. 
You frantically shake your head, only stopping when Steve yanks your head back further, forcing you to look up. “Don’t you fucking move.” He growls low in your ear. “Obviously she isn’t, Stark. But that’s half the fun, isn’t it? She struggles so nicely for me.” 
“Mmm, it does make it better if they try to fight you.” Tony agrees as he closes the distance between you. He reaches up, roughly caressing your swollen cheek. “Oh honey, I gotta tell ya, you look so much prettier when you’re trussed up like this.” Dread settles in your stomach as you look up into his cold eyes. 
His hand travels down your neck and settles on the buttons of your dress. Once you realize what Tony’s going to do, you try to struggle away from him frantically. Steve’s fingers move from your hair to wrap tightly around your throat. “What did I just fucking say?”
You freeze when he further tightens his grip in warning. You squeeze your eyes shut as Tony’s fingers deftly unbutton the top of your dress. “Open your eyes, honey, I want you to look at me when I’m touching you.” 
Sniffling, you do as he says and he smirks, eyes flickering up to Steve. “Did you not teach her manners? You said you wanted her for your own, I figured you’d get her in line.”
“She doesn’t understand how it’s going to be around here from now on.” Steve chuckles. “But I plan to make sure she obeys me.” 
“Guess you’re gonna have to beat it into her.” Tony chuckles, running his fingers along the curve of your breasts. “Hydra, Cap, won’t put up with your disobedience.”
Steve tightens his grip around your neck as he lifts you off the ground, cutting off your air. “He’s right, we won’t.” He flexes his fingers against your throat and your eyes flutter when your toes try to touch the floor. Through the gag, you try to beg him to stop. The choking sound you make elicits a wide grin from the man in front of you.
“My god, she’s terrified. That’s so fucking hot.” Adjusting his pants, Tony clears his throat and looks over to Steve with a smirk. “You’re gonna turn her into such a good girl for you.” 
“I plan to.” Steve laughs dangerously. He lowers you back to the floor but doesn’t quite loosen his grip. You greedily suck in as much air through your nose as you can.
“I’ve done everything you’ve asked, Cap. I disposed of Romanov and Barton. Helped you get Fury.” Tony looks down at you with lust in his eyes and you shiver without meaning to. “I want a turn.” He moves to unbutton his own pants and then reaches for the gag in your mouth. “You think she’s a beggar or a screamer?”
Steve backs away, holding you tight to his chest. “As entertaining as it would be to watch her get used by you Stark, I don’t share my toys.” 
Disappointment in his eyes, Tony crosses his arms and makes a face. “Not even once? Come on Rogers, I’ll let you break her. I just want to see why you’ve kept her around.” Steve growls in response, possessively moving his arm from behind your back to your chest. 
“Fine.” Tony huffs in annoyance. “What are you planning to do with her when you’re done?” 
“You know exactly what I’m going to do.” At Steve’s words, you shake your head, silently begging one of them to come to their senses. You can feel tears prick your eyes and desperately will them not to fall.
“What a waste.” Tony sighs heavily, buttoning his pants while looking you over. “Just do it in here. I don’t want to have to hire someone to get that much blood out of the carpet.”
Your eyes widen in terror. Surely Tony doesn’t mean... You know you should try to fight but it’s completely useless. With your hands bound behind your back and Steve’s hand around your throat, you know there is nothing that can be done. Squeezing your eyes shut once again, you let out a sob that makes both men laugh. 
“Have fun. I can’t wait to watch F.R.I.D.A.Y. 's security footage later.” He grins over his shoulder as he walks away. “Make her scream for me.” 
“See, doll?” Steve whispers in your ear as he walks you back towards the island. “I told you no one cares about you.” He pushes you back down onto the marble, hand returning to its place up your dress. “Now, where were we?” 
 You can hear his jeans unzipping and you can’t help but try to twist away from him. It’s a futile effort, you know you won’t be able to stop him, but you have to try. “Go ahead, struggle all you want. I promise you aren’t going anywhere.” 
You can hear the sound of a kitchen knife being unsheathed from the block and can’t stop the tears from flowing freely. You’re expecting pain but instead, you feel your panties being ripped away from your body. Your sobs come out muffled from the towel stuffed in your mouth; your body tenses, knowing what he’s about to do. 
“Please, please give me a reason to hurt you.” He threatens and the calmness in his voice is so out of place given the situation you're in. "Because, honestly, I’d love nothing more.” Without warning, he slams into you and you choke back the muffled scream. “I mean, how do you think this is going to end for you? You aren’t walking away from this.”
He pulls out fully and before you can catch your breath, he slams into you again. You try to kick out your legs, hoping to connect with him. Instead, he chuckles and pushes you further up onto the counter, causing your feet to dangle inches above the floor.
 "You’re still trying to defend yourself? That’s cute, I don’t know if you’re brave or just stupid." Not stopping his relentless motion, he slaps you hard across your upper thigh. The stinging coupled with Steve’s tight grip on your wrists only makes you sob harder. “You can’t fight me doll, you’re just making it worse for yourself.”
Tears fall from your eyes and pool on the marble countertop as he forces his way inside you over and over. You keep your eyes squeezed shut and try to keep breathing evenly through your nose. Every snap of his hips is designed to hurt you, punish you for whatever wrongdoing Steve seems convinced you’ve committed. 
His fingers find their way into your hair and he tugs at your scalp while letting out a deep groan. He finishes as suddenly as he started, tilting his hips as far into you as he’s able. 
Still buried in you, Steve leans forward and brushes your hair from your face. The gesture should be sweet but comes off foreign given what’s just happened between you. “So tight for me, doll.” He whispers next to your ear before taking a step back. 
You hear him shuffle behind you before he grabs your shoulder and flips you around. Your hands are now trapped between you and the counter as Steve leans back down to run his hands along your collarbones and the curve of your breasts. He tilts his head as you shudder from his unwanted touch. 
As you watch him uneasily, his fingers move to caress your cheek. “You’ll do exactly as I say from now on. When I want you, I’ll take you. Anywhere, anytime.” You sob through the gag at his words. Why was he doing this to you? 
Steve reaches for the towel and roughly pulls it from your mouth. Tossing it to the side, he examines you with contempt. “But as much I love this sweet little pussy of yours, if you don’t obey me, I’ll make you disappear.”
“You don’t mean that.” You whisper softly, voice trembling with fear. “Steve, you’re a good man. You can’t really think that leading Hydra is what’s going to make you happy.” Steve smiles in a way that sends a shiver down your spine and you close your eyes expecting to be slapped again. 
What you don't expect is the sound of metal scraping against the marble counter. Your eyes fly open and wildly connect with his. Steve stands a few feet back from you, holding the large knife. “Not happy, huh?” He grins again, casually flipping the knife in his hand. “You have a ten second head start doll, and you better pray that I don’t catch you.” 
Shaking your head in disbelief, you stare at him for a moment. “What are you -” 
Steve flips the knife once more and starts counting down from ten. When he hits seven, you push yourself up with your shoulders and try to bolt out of the kitchen. You get through the doorway and turn back to see if he’s still standing where he was. Seeing nothing, you turn back around and slam into his chest. 
Without your hands to steady you, the force of it knocks you to the ground. Before you can scramble backward, Steve is on top of you, straddling your hips. “One.”  
You open your mouth to scream but stop when he leans forward, pressing the blade to your throat. “I’d think carefully about your next words, they might be your last.” 
“Why?” You whisper, closing your eyes to stop the tears. 
“Because I saw the way you looked at me. Until now, I wouldn’t have had the balls to make a move and do to you what I really want.” Steve sneers, laughing when your eyes open and stare up at him through your tears. “I have the power now.” He tosses the knife to the side and your eyes follow the movement before looking back up at him in confusion. 
When he wraps both hands around your throat, you thrash frantically beneath him as fresh panic sets in. “Steve, please don’t do this -” You can only wheeze out the words before he tightens his grip, cutting your air off completely.
“This is your life now, doll.” He leans down, his face inches from yours. You struggle to get air into your lungs as he presses down harder on your throat. “Over and over I’m gonna use you, even after you pass out. I’m not going to stop.” He continues squeezing, watching your useless struggling with dark amused eyes. 
As your vision starts to blur, you can feel the tears sliding down your cheeks. You feel yourself going limp, your body too weak from the lack of oxygen to fight him any longer.
With a shuddering breath, you feel yourself grey out, only to be startled awake by Steve’s hands on your shoulders. “Sweetheart! You’re having a bad dream!” You push yourself up with wild eyes, too terrified to speak. “Are you ok?” He asks softly, pushing the covers back from your shared bed. 
“No,” you whisper, meeting the kind blue eyes of the man you love. “I just need a minute.” You slide out of bed and walk toward your closet to grab a robe that you hope will chase away the lingering chill in your heart. When you slide open the door and flip the light, your eyes scan the row of clothes for what you're looking for.
You tilt your head when the sleeve of Steve’s uniform catches your eyes. Stepping closer, you run your fingers over the material, confused by the crimson and black of the tactical suit in your hands. 
“Oh doll,” Steve chastises from behind you, his voice taking on a vicious, mocking tone. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
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alittlebitmaybe ¡ 4 years ago
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i’ll stay warm
for @sugar-and-spice-witcher-bingo​!
Prompt: ice skating
Relationship: Geraskier
Rating: G (with very mild language and a tiny bit of blood)
Warnings: None
Other Tags: Fluff, Companionable Snark, Already Dating But Too Dumb To Notice, First Kiss
“Let me get this straight,” Geralt says.
Jaskier waves him on.
“You’re going to tie those—,” he gestures to the slim planks of iron on Jaskier’s kitchen table that have leather cords threaded through holes bored into either end, “—to your shoes, and you’re going to go down to the river and stand on it.”
Jaskier, unperturbed, says brightly, “Uh-huh!”
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“Let me get this straight,” Geralt says.
Jaskier waves him on.
“You’re going to tie those—,” he gestures to the slim planks of iron on Jaskier’s kitchen table that have leather cords threaded through holes bored into either end, “—to your shoes, and you’re going to go down to the river and stand on it.”
Jaskier, unperturbed, says brightly, “Uh-huh!”
Geralt says, “Why?”
“Because Priscilla asked me along, and it’s good fun, and you can do all sorts of loop-de-loops and swirlies and spinnies and whozits and, uh, whatzits. I dunno, Pris knows all the tricks, I never got the hang of it. But, Geralt, people have been doing this in Oxenfurt for years. It’s the only way fashionable and exciting persons such as I pass the winter these days, gliding as an angel over the ice, cheeks chapped fetchingly pink, you know, it’s all very attractive, one may say winsome—”
“That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” Geralt crosses his arms over his chest as he leans back in the small chair and tucks his shoulders in. He takes up too much space in Jaskier’s quarters, and already he rues the day he agreed, in a fit of insanity, to pass the season in the city instead of trekking up to Kaer Morhen as usual. “You’re going to die.”
Jaskier hacks a laugh into his steaming mug and nearly spills tea all down his robed front.
“Nonsense!” he cries, once he has recovered himself. “We go every year once the freeze is hard enough, me and Pris and all my many other dazzling friends, which I absolutely have.”
“And if Priscilla told you it was fashionably good fun to walk yourself off a cliff…”
“I’d do it, obviously,” says Jaskier, not missing a beat. “Haven’t you ever had to cross a frozen river on your travels, Witcher? How’d you go about it then, if not on skates?”
Geralt levels him an incredulous look. “How would I get a horse across a frozen river?” he asks, and Jaskier frowns in thought as he takes another sip.
“I mean, you could just—,” he mimes pushing outward with one palm, “—give ‘er a good shove and see how far she gets.”
“Could give you a good shove. Bet you wouldn’t make it far.”
“I’ll have you know, I have the grace of a, a, er…elk? Are elk graceful?”
Geralt nods and says seriously, “Especially the newborns.”
“There you have it. Graceful as a tiny baby elk with those on my feet, I am.”
“Maybe you should wear them all the time.”
“What good would that…” he starts, and then comes, “Hey. Rude. Remind me why I wanted you here?”
Geralt grins and shrugs. His own mug is on the small table, and he sniffs the steam coming off of it. Floral. He takes a sip. Carefully does not spit it back out. Sets the mug back down farther away.
When he has successfully resisted the urge to spit on the floor to clear out his mouth and looks back up, Jaskier is still holding his own mug gently in the curl of his long fingers, and a lock of rumpled hair has fallen into his eyes. His robe hangs open at his collarbone, down the line of his chest. He wears a strange expression that lies between the exasperation Geralt expected and something startlingly softer.
“So you’ll come with us,” he states.
“Someone has to take your body back to your mother when you break your neck,” Geralt says.
Jaskier rolls his eyes. “You jest, but Mum would be thrilled to see you. Likes you better than me, I think. Her only son! But you’ll come, eh?”
Geralt ducks his head quickly to hide the smile creeping across his face, grabbing his boots and yanking at the laces before acquiescing, “Yeah, I’ll come.”
“There now,” Jaskier says, appeased, “that wasn’t so hard, was it.” He knocks back the dregs of his tea, then stands and pads to the sink, talking on. “You should’ve known I wouldn’t let you stay cooped up in here all winter. I’ll have to see if I can dig out my spare pair of skates, they’re older—animal bone, not iron—but they might be big enough for your witcher feet, and it really works just as well. Or maybe Pris knows someone…I even heard they’re renting the things out down at the river now. Industrious, isn’t it, the ways people come up with to make some coin?…”
Geralt half-listens as he ties neat knots, lost somewhere in the midst of mulling over what Jaskier has described, trying to give it the benefit of the doubt despite its obvious frivolity. Based on the day’s weather it will be a clear night with a brisk breeze, a bright moon. The wind chill will have them each bundled up in furs, and the tip of Jaskier’s nose will go pink as he rubs his gloved hands together for warmth and glances happily over at Geralt. The river ice will be torchlit and smooth as glass, and they’ll strap on their skates and step out onto it. They’ll have a good hold on each others arms, for balance, but then as they gain their footing they’ll find their fingers threaded together and neither will let go. Geralt will listen to the quickened beat of Jaskier’s heart as they pick up the pace, and eventually Jaskier will break their hold to skate backward and taunt Geralt with a small twirl that ends only a little unsteadily. Geralt will smirk and give chase, chuckling when Jaskier squawks and takes off at speed. It’s no use, of course, even with Geralt’s inexperience; Geralt will anticipate his movements, head him off, catch him by the wrist, by the shoulder, and they will collide chest to chest with a huff, the momentum from the chase sliding them a few more feet across the ice before they come to a halt. Their cold noses will almost be touching, there will be frost on the riverbank, there will be a distant owl hooting its nighttime song. Jaskier will quirk his lips and say, “Gotcha, Witcher,” and Geralt will lean in, feel his hot breath, press their lips together—
“Geralt,” Jaskier says, tapping him on the shoulder. A hand waves in front of his face. Geralt keeps his expression carefully neutral as he comes out of his sudden reverie, though he’s been caught red handed. “Are you meditating? We’ve got to be off to the market. Have you even been listening to me?”
“Never,” says Geralt, and Jaskier scoffs and whacks him gently upside the head.
*
The riverbank smells like dead fish.
Geralt knew this. He doesn’t know what he expected. He doesn’t know where the pine-scented idyllic winter wonderland from his earlier distraction even came from, because it couldn’t be farther from reality.
Besides the fish stink, his boots squish and stick unpleasantly in the muddy ground, and the place is teeming with cityfolk, the crowd so thick that you can’t see the opposite bank even despite the abundant torchlight.
“Are you sure it’s frozen solid enough for this?” Geralt asks sourly.
“Of course,” Jaskier replies.
Geralt’s frown deepens. “Couldn’t we go around the bend where there’s not so many people?”
“And where’s the fun in that?”
“Breathing room.”
“I asked about the fun, Geralt. Ah, there’s my girl!”
Priscilla pushes through a group of loitering teenagers and throws her arms around Jaskier’s neck, only her toes left on the mud. “Jask! I see you got your…friend to join us.”
She pauses before friend, eyeing him overtly, but Geralt doesn’t notice because one of the teenagers has been shoved, giggling, into him by another of the group. He steadies her, and does not react when she turns to apologize, catches his unnatural gaze, and stifles her laughter. He doesn’t see Jaskier watching him past Priscilla’s ear, the fond crinkling around his eyes when Geralt gently straightens her and returns her to her place in the circle, which subsequently puts a few feet between itself and the newly-noticed witcher.
“It was either this or die of boredom in the dark, wasn’t it, Geralt?” Jaskier says finally as he releases Priscilla.
“I chose the dark,” Geralt lies, and Jaskier sticks out his tongue.
“Well,” Priscilla says, straightening her skirts, “shall we?”
Geralt pulls both sets of skates from his deep cloak pockets and passes the iron pair to Jaskier, who hops around indelicately while securing them over his boots, rather than plop himself on the soft ground—which is, of course, what Geralt does to put on his own. Priscilla and Jaskier waste a few minutes on a tiff over whether it is polite or belittling for Jaskier to insist on helping her with her own skates whether she wants it or not, but eventually they are all ready to go.
Geralt is the first to the ice. He tests the toe of his bone skate against it, judging the friction of it, deciding if it is likely to hold his weight even with the evidence of the dozens of people currently gliding and spinning past him. It seems stable. Stepping out, he finds it surprisingly easy to get a feel for balance, the minute shifts of weight that send him one direction or the other. He swings himself wide and turns around to see Priscilla and Jaskier also stepping out onto the river, Jaskier clutching tightly to Priscilla’s sleeve, face white and eyes trained on his feet.
“It’s okay, darling, you’ve got this. You made such good progress last time, come on now,” Geralt can hear Priscilla murmuring under the loud chatter of nearby skaters.
When Jaskier sees Geralt watching them, he bodily removes Priscilla’s hands from his person and says, “Please, Pris, I’m a capable man.”
She bristles immediately, leaving him to stand on his own. “And I wasn’t a capable woman when I was putting on my skates?”
Jaskier ignores her to begin shuffling awkwardly across the ice, his knees locked straight.
“Jaskier?” Geralt says apprehensively.
“Doing peachy, thanks, it’ll come back to me, just need to recall how to, um—oh no—” Jaskier starts with a strained voice before he promptly stops, because he has begun to slide inexorably forward. Priscilla and Geralt both reach toward him, but they’re too late; Jaskier’s arms wheel wildly, he tilts on wobbly ankles, and he faceplants onto the ice.
“Ow,” squeaks the Jaskier-shaped lump.
*
“I think your nose is broken,” says Geralt. He dabs at the blood on Jaskier’s top lip with the edge of his own cloak. They are safely back on the bank, and Jaskier is, this time, sitting in the mud. “I guess you were right,” he goes on wryly. “You’re exactly as graceful as a baby elk.”
“I knew you were making fun of me,” Jaskier says thickly, due to the nose injury. “I also knew you’d be a natural. Bastard. I could never get the hang of this stupid bullshit.”
Geralt hums and wipes off the last of the blood. At least it’s clotted quickly. Maybe it’s not a break.
“You didn’t need to lie about your abilities. Who are you trying to impress?”
Jaskier snorts, then winces in pain. His fingers twist in his lap. “Oh, that’s funny.”
Now, Geralt is often joking, but he’s fairly certain that that wasn’t one. Did Jaskier also hit his head? He pushes back Jaskier’s fringe to check his forehead for signs of bruising and doesn’t find any. “Um,” he says, “what is?”
Priscilla skates past holding hands with a woman that Geralt thinks she met approximately three minutes ago. She calls, “All right, Jask?” and in reply, Jaskier gives her a bitter thumbs up. She winks and swoops away as quickly as she came.
“Because I was trying to impress you, obviously,” he answers, gazing after her, before he turns his eyes back to Geralt.
Geralt pauses. “Why?”
“Because I’m actually always trying to impress you. And everyone else, constantly, but…mostly you.”
“You don’t do a very good job of it,” he says, and regrets it when he hears how it sounds coming out of his mouth.
Jaskier smiles. It’s genuine, if a little wistful, like Geralt has amused but not surprised him. “I am well aware, thanks.”
He reaches for the words that will take that edge of resignation off Jaskier’s face, feeling like a fumbling fool. “That’s not what I meant. I meant you don’t need to try to impress me.”
“Yes, I know it doesn’t matter, but I can’t help—”
“No,” Geralt interrupts, “I mean you don’t need to try because you do.” He clears his throat. “Impress me.”
“Oh,” says Jaskier, and then nothing more. “That’s. Okay.”
“Yeah,” says Geralt. He has never been so exposed in his life. He thinks that’s probably a bad thing. “How’s your nose? We could try again, if you want.”
Jaskier looks around at the laughing crowds and shrugs. “Came all this way, got all bundled up. Might as well! I’m sticking with you this time, though.”
They find a spot at the farthest reach of the torchlight where the ice is less populated to step out. Geralt goes first, as before, and finds his footing even faster this time. He returns to Jaskier’s side after a moment of testing the reliability of his newfound skills, and presents his forearm as a handhold.  Jaskier does not protest about his capability this time and takes the offering. With a long preparatory exhale, he puts one foot and then the other onto the ice.
“I’ve got you,” Geralt says quietly.
Jaskier replies, “I know you do.”
“Can’t let more harm come to the money maker. I’ve gotten used to staying in inns.”
“Good gods,” says Jaskier, “I’ve broken him.”
They gradually move farther from the bank. “Loosen up,” Geralt tells him. “Don’t lock your knees. It’s like you’re trying to fall over.”
Jaskier grumbles but takes the advice, and eventually he gains the confidence to move a little faster, though not to stop hanging on to Geralt. They stay on the fringes where they are less likely to be run into by a distracted stranger, gliding along at pace, with Jaskier remarking on the who’s-who of Oxenfurt society who are also out tonight. Geralt recognizes some of the more powerful names, but mostly he lets Jaskier chatter on so he doesn’t think too hard about his feet.
Priscilla passes by and greets them a few more times with her new companion, who at one point proclaims, “You two are so cute together!” before Priscilla drags her back into the mob. Geralt glances over and thinks Jaskier might be blushing, but that might also be due to the swelling around his nose.
“Should ice your face,” says Geralt.
“Sure, later. Hey!” He swings around to face Geralt, stopping their progress. “Spin me!” At Geralt’s no doubt dubious expression, he pouts. “Geralt, I demand to be spun. It’ll be fun!”
“Fine,” Geralt sighs.
He takes Jaskier’s hand, and has a flash of his daydream. There’s too many people, and it does still smell like fish, but this isn’t too far off—
He collects himself, holds their joined hands over Jaskier’s head, and gives him a little push to start him spinning, not too quick, but Jaskier takes it upon himself to propel himself a little faster. Jaskier laughs and maintains his balance remarkably well, until he exclaims “Oops—dizzy—!” and topples directly into Geralt, succeeding in knocking them both down, Geralt on his own back, Jaskier flat on his chest.
Geralt, trapped between the frigid ice and Jaskier’s weight, looks up as Jaskier starts to laugh. The steam of his breath hits Geralt’s cheek, and his knitted hat has gone askew, and his nose is turning purple, and Geralt puts his hand around the back of Jaskier’s neck and pulls him down and kisses him.
Jaskier leans away. “What?” he asks, eyes wide, then continues, “oh, who cares,” and leans back down.
*
Later, with an ice pack pressed to Jaskier’s face and two more hot mugs at the kitchen table, Geralt watches Jaskier rummage through his cupboards. He comes back with two packets, one matching the floral tea from earlier and a different one. He hands the latter to Geralt.
“Black tea,” he says, “for you. Noticed you didn’t like my herbal stuff. I don’t either, to be honest, but I already spent the coin on it.”
“Thanks,” Geralt replies, oddly touched.
As Jaskier passes Geralt to take his seat, he leans down and pecks him on the cheek. Smiling faintly beneath the ice pack, he says, “You know, Witcher, I’m glad you’re here and not up in some weird lonely castle,” and Geralt finds that he is, too.
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Tendou is a kinky mutha fucka ISTG I KNOW he is a sadist. So i tried to keep  this as gender neutral as possible so the reader has a vagina but no gender specific pronouns.
⚠️⚠️pain kink (reader is a masochist) bondage, choking, mirror sex, mention of blood, spit play, cummies, degradation and, overstim, hard dom Tendou, sub reader.⚠️⚠️
So, you know better than to tease Tendou in public, but damn if he had just fucked you this morning like you had wanted, maybe you wouldn't have; made him cum in his pants twice… at dinner… with his parents… ok yes you crossed a line but shit! you want that long cock in your pussy again so fucking bad it hurts. So now you're in the car headed home and he is far too quiet for comfort but you are too excited to give a shit. Instead of thinking about how brutal your punishment is going to be you decide to reminisce on how you got to this point.
Six hours earlier  
Now normally getting ready to go to a fancy dinner would be lots of fun, if you weren't ridiculously and extremely horny. Tendou thought it would be funny to wake you up this morning by eating you out, which would have been great if he had let you cum, but he didn't; instead he just got you riled up, gave you a smirk and said get out of bed. 
Thinking back to  how delicious his tongue felt against your folds, massaging, licking and suckling on every drop of juice you produce, letting nothing go to waste. the way he suckled on your clit made your toes curl. long fingers joined the assault to your nether regions. he pushed two fingers inside will you slowly long thin, curled them to find that perfect spongy spot inside of you making the pleasure even more intense, pumping them in and out of you faster in faster sucking on your clit even harsher than before now his teeth slightly graze it, nibbling just a little, the  sensation only adds to your pleasure, before you know it your body is contracting  on the cusp of cumming  but then he stops. Just  like that the intense pleasure you felt dissipates. 
Three hours earlier
It's 4 p.m. and you have  started getting ready to go with your loving husband to his parents anniversary dinner. in the shower the warm water cascading down your back  as you wash yourself then you hear the shower curtain pull back tendou joins you helping you wash your back and you wash his. this is not the first time you two have showered together, he almost always  accompanies you claiming it saves water. showering together almost always leads to some soft sex  but today there is no time for that. You two finish washing  and now it is time to rinse. she removes the shower head from its mount on the wall in an effort so he claims to not mess up your hair, He turns the nozzle on the massage setting claiming it's to help relax your muscles, like a fool  you believe him, it starts innocently enough, he rinses your shoulders and your back then turns you around to rinse the front half nice warm water washes away with soap and then he gets lower, and lower, and lower, on the way down he pays special attention to your nipples, now at your cunt,  before you can protest he has your back pressed against the cold tile one leg hiked up and thrown over his shoulder, the warm water That was massaging your body is attacking your clit with ferocity, the pressure and heat build up your orgasm quickly. Sensing your close he pushes the nozzle harder into your clit. As your orgasm approaches you begin clawing at his back in hopes to gain some stability, moans getting higher in pitch, drawing out into a whine of your approaching release. Every nerve on your body is on fire and then just like this morning he pulls away. The fire is snuffed and you were left high and dry yet again. He snickers and tells you to hurry up and get ready. 
30 minutes before dinner
After getting ready, dressed in your most seductive outfit, you had decided that Tendou is going to pay for the torturous teasing he forced you to endure all day. But it seems Tendou also had the same idea. as the two of you walked to your car you see him standing in all his glory, the moon light illuminating his handsome face; a sleeveless mock neck  fitted shirt tucked into black shiny leather pants, a spiky belt, long cross earrings. Since high School his appearance has changed drastically; he pierced his left eyebrow and his tongue, which you have thoroughly enjoyed, and now his once pale skin is adorned in brightly colored tattoos splaying across his chest up his neck and down his arms you have also enjoyed licking, his once slender arms are now much more defined but, the change hasn’t just been physical, no no no, his persona has transformed into something much more dominating, his aura saturated in his new found confidence, everything he says is laced with liquid sex, his new apperance has only applifed this. Essentially, Satiori Tendou is sex on legs, his constant teasing has made the ache damn near unbearable.  
The way you two complement each other is unmatched by any other couple going. Turning the heads and dropping the jaws of everyone around you, both stunned by your beauty but alarmed by your aura they part like the Red Sea. 
Arriving 20 minutes before the reservation time has its perks, grabbing his hand as you two exit the car, Making a b-line for the restroom pulling Tendou along with you. now it's your time to turn the tables, pay back’s a bitch so you thought. Once the door is closed luckily it is a single person restroom, you force him against the wall hands immediately trying to undo his belt, fumbling miserably in your desperation. 
“eager much are we?” his mocking only makes you more desperate. you fumble for a few more seconds before he undoes it himself. you remove the articles of clothing on your lower half to provide easier access as fast as possible; now it is time to execute your revenge or so you hoped, somehow you had forgotten how much of a dom your boyfriend truly is. seeing as you had been worked up all day long the need for prep was minut, deciding to forgo it as eagerness bled with arousal, the need to fuel your desire had consumed you. With one swift thrust he entered your stopping cunt.for whatever reason you believed you were in charge so you began to fuck yourself on his cock, throwing it back on him as hard as you possibly could, effectively pinning him against the door, thinking you still have the upper hand you decide now would be a great time give him a taste of his own medicine.
“What’s work baby? Can’t handle me fucking myself on your cock? I’ll slow down if you want me too, There is that better?” You begin a slow grind on him but he responds with grabbing your hips with on large hand and the other snakes to your hair. The control you thought you had dissipates faster than it arrived. He Meets your thrusts harder than you were able to handle, turning your tuants into moans arms flailing about trying to gain purchase on any available surface coming up short, you ultimately allow him to use your body. 
“Oh but I much rather enjoyed the faster pace. That’s OK I’ll do it myself.” His whisper husky in your ear. The hand on your hip joints the other in your hair yanking it back with such force your arch deepens. 
After being together for years Tendou knows your body almost better than you do, so the fact that you are not nearing your release as rapidly as you hoped is baffling, unless this is intentional… but surely after denying you twice today he will grant you this one wish...right? 
“Tendou baby please I need to cum, please I want it so bad, so so bad- ugh! PLEASE!” You pleas fall on deaf ears. The drag of his long cock against your velvety walls is almost intoxicating, his thrusts are relentless as he is chasing his own release slamming into you harder and harder than his cock twitch is the telltale sign he is about to cum. You plead for him to take you with him, but he falls over the edge alone. His cum Hot and sticky inside you coats your walls, the thick translucent spurts, make you involuntarily clinch trying to hold it in consequently you clamp down and milk his cock for every last drop. 
“Aww doll your clamping down on me it’s like you don’t wanna let me go” he purrs in your ear giving you two more thrusts for good measure then pulling out. “Since you want to keep my cum so bad how about this” he pulls your underwear off of your legs. He bends you over even further so your nose is touching your knees, pussy fully exposed to him. He balls up your panties and shove them inside your quivering cunt. “ I know i’ve been riling you up all day long, but just think about the pay off. Be a good little princess during dinner and you will get anything you ask for. OK how does that sound?” He murmurs placing gentle kisses behind your ear. His cool and slightly chapped lips help ground you, bringing you back down. 
Its now five minutes before his parents are to arrive, you two take this time to fix your tousled clothing. After making yourselves presentable you exit the bathroom and in hand and are immediately greeted by his parents who are accompanied by the hoastest. She escorts you all to your table for four and you all take your seats, Tendou’s mother sits next to you while his father and him sit across from you. You and his mother make small talk. The two of you catch up on your endeavors for the past few weeks as your schedules have been very busy leaving you unable to talk. After a few minutes the server comes to take you orders and brings out your drinks, your husband and his father are engrossed in some conversation you weren’t listening to as his mother was Inquiring about your plans for the future; whether or not that entailed grandchildren, moving, or new potential job opportunities, great full this was not a plead for grands as you weren’t ready for that yet, you joyfully answer her questions. 
“So Y/N you and my baby boy are students at the local UN, what the next step? I remember you told me your major is blank.” She inquires, turning her head to look at you. Looking at her in return you are reminded of where Tenie his gets looks from. 
“Well after I complete my major in blank, I’m going to be looking for a job in the blank field. Right now I currently have an internship in my field of choice and hopefully if everything goes according to plan a job will be lined up after.” Your reply is cool and calculated a stark contrast to what’s going on under the table. You stretched your leg out under the table lifting it to brush against Tendou’s knees, to your surprise he doesn’t spare you a glance. Keeping up the conversation with his mother you who’s your foot along the inside of his thigh all the way up to his crotch. You then begin to stroke him from outside his leather pants. You can feel his erection growing underneath your foot, still not bothering to look at you the conversation with his mother dies off and his father strikes up a conversation with you has tendou talks with his mother. Stroking his cock harder and faster suddenly the Waiter comes out with food. However the arrival of food does not stop you. You do a good job of keeping up the act then your foot is abruptly stopped, your husband’s hand gripping your ankle tightly at last, he finally looks at you and his gaze is predatory, daring you to continue. Being the brat you are you continue with your other foot prodding him closer and closer to climax. He can’t help the groans that leave his lips so he attempts to cover them by commenting on how delicious the food is. Satisfied with yourself you put your legs back down and continue eating your appetizers. 
Your husband has been shooting daggers at you throughout the first course, with the arrival of your entrées you thought to give him a break however The dull ache between your legs reminds you of how he left you high and dry not once not twice but three times today, paybacks a bitch. You begin your ministrations again, this time he looks at you, almost begging you to stop but he remains silent. His cock is still sensitive in his pants after cumming twice in such a short time span, you increase your pace and pressure and in no time he is on the brink of cumming. He’s pale skin slightly flushed a wonderful pink, his eyes slightly glossed over, just a hint of a blissed out expression dances across his face. 
“Son, are you feeling alright? You look a little pink?” His mother’s concerned voice rings. 
“Yeah you do look a little hot baby, you feeling alright?” You coo stretching a hand out to hold his, your thumb caressing the back of his hand giving him a dazzling yet teasing smile as he somehow glares harder at you, if looks could kill you’d be dead 10 times over. 
“I’m fine, it’s just spicy, very spicy” he manages to choke out.
“ well, if you say so” his father replies skeptically.  
Tendou shoves more food in his mouth to muffle the cry aching to be released signaling his third climax of the night. You left a satisfied smirk dance across your face as you put your foot back down. 
You all make small talk as dessert gets brought out chocolate lava cake with a side of vanilla ice cream, Tendou has been waiting for this all night so you figure why not make his dessert a little sweeter, now in hindsight you should’ve stopped long ago but you seem to be drunk on the little bit of control that you have accumulated as the night progressed so you try your luck one last time, you start slower this time much much slower. First you start at his calf trailing your foot up and down; gradually lifting it higher and higher until you’re reaching his inner thigh. You take a brief pause to allow everyone to dig into their desserts. Then you go in for the kill. You look across the table at your father-in-law a notice he’s giving his wife a strange look, weird but you think nothing of it and, continue prodding and caressing the growing bulge beneath your foot, staring at your husband with intensity as his parents are engrossed in a surely riveting conversation. Yet your husband seems Completely unresponsive. Prodding harder in hopes of getting some sort of reaction yet you come up short. You figure he’s just gotten better at hiding his expressions and continue until you hear it. A barely audible yet high-pitched whine, but it’s not coming from your husband. You look at his father and then it clicks as his eyes have slightly glazed over and his grip on the spoon has tightened to the point where his knuckles are grossly white. Mortified, you excuse yourself to the restroom. 
There you pull out your phone and send a text to Tendou asking him to make up an excuse so the two of you can go home and you’ll explain what happened later. He does and soon he knocks on the bathroom door, you step out and on your way to the car you begin explaining why you needed to leave so abruptly. 
“Baby I’m so sorry but i kinda… made your dad cum in his pants…. I thought he was you and I didn’t take off my shoe… IM SO SORRY” you explain as quick as possible praying he won’t be too upset. 
“I figured as much, I’m not too upset. I think it’s kind of funny, good luck facing him later on.” He jokes, pulling you close to his so he can whisper how much trouble you are truly in “ but I hope you don’t think your ass is off the hook, I told you to be good kitten” 
The present 
Once you get home your orders were to strip and go to the play room immediately, not wanting to get in any more trouble than you already were and you can apply as quickly as possible. Once stripped you sick to your knees waiting for him to come in and give you your next orders. The door opens and incomes Tendou, the presence that surrounds him does not belong to your husband it belongs to your master, this forces you to immediately submit to his every whim not an ounce of defiance is left in your body. 
“So you can follow orders, good slut. Now since you were so hungry for my cum here, clean my cock now!” He pulls down his pants and boxers together unleashing the monster. His thick long cock is coated in a thick layer of his cum, cum you cannot wait to taste, quickly you slurp all of the cum off his cock and then bob your head up and down taking as much of it in your mouth as you can. Then he grabs your head by your hair and begins fucking your face, his pace is brutal as he thrusts into the back of your throat triggering your gag reflex which only makes him thrust harder. Your eyes are watering tears streaming down your face your nose is runny you look like an absolute fucking wreck, but to Tendou you look just as beautiful as the day he married you. “look at you my pretty slut such a desperate whore for my dick!” Each word is accented with an additional thrust. He lets your hair go allowing you to set your own pace, bracing yourself by putting your hands on his thighs and you continue bobbing up and down as quickly as possible eager for more of his cum. Looking up his face is contorted pleasure ice crossed mouth hanging open knowing he’s close you hollow your cheeks this his cock to twitch down your throat followed by thick spurts of his delicious cum. You don’t have a chance to swallow as he pulls you just standing on your feet and kisses you deeply prompting you to push his release into his own mouth. He holds your jaw open and spits his cum back into your mouth you swallow without hesitation. 
He guides you over the bed and prompts you get on all fours, you do so quickly as not to anger him further. “Good bitch, now wait I have a special punishment in mind for you.” He walks to the wall on the opposite side of the bed and unveils a full length wall to wall mirror. “ I got this earlier in the week; I was planning for today to be your reward for being such a good little Doll, I had planned have you watch me pleasure you till your heart’s content but now the plans have changed, i’m going to use you anyway I see fit. the only way to get it to stop is if you SafeWord, what’s the SafeWord?” One hand is tucked under your chin tilting your head up to look him in the eyes. “Mocha” your reply is meek “yes that’s right baby mocha” he alway seems so tender in these moments, showering you with love reassuring you that this can stop at any time. But with the next sentence any trace of softness is vaporized “say stop when the pain is too much” 
The heavy paddle collides with your ass cheeks three quick and hard times in succession first your right then your left. The sting sends waves of pleasure up your spine intensifying the dull ache in your cunt. The strikes keep coming each harder than the last, your pussy is sopping wet dripping onto the sheets below. 
“Look at you, getting off on me hitting you, how filthy!” He shouts as he lays more strikes. You look up at yourself in the mirror, your face is scrunched up, One would think you’re in pain if you weren’t arching your back even further to try and make more contact. After a few more strikes he drops the paddle and lifts up your left leg so your cunt is exposed to the mirror as well. He slaps your clit harshly before applying a clothespin on the nub. The sudden pinch sends you flying over the edge, after being worked up all day your sweet release is the most powerful one you have had in awhile, toes curling arms no longer strong enough to support yourself your front half collapses onto the bed below you. Tendou turns your head to the side so you can watch yourself come undone and you realize you squirted. He quickly thrusts his cock into your cunt and begins fucking you ruthlessly. “Such a beautiful cum slut,” he coos in your ear, one hand moves from your hips to your throat forcing you back down onto his cock meeting him thrust for thrust. Due to his new grip you have nowhere to run. “Be a good whore and take every last inch!” His command is punctuated with a harsh slap to your raw ass cheek then his vacant hand trails to your clit flicking the clothes pen attached to it, sending another jolt throughout your body. You clamp down even harder on his cock screeching like a banshee when you come undone again your nerves are on fire you’re not hypersensitive to every touch. You can practically feel every piercing on his cock as he continues fucking you through your orgasm. The reverse Prince Albert, the frenum, and the deep shaft, all work in tandem amplifying your orgasm. He spits on your ass cheeks not stopping his pace for a moment. 
“Filthy slut, you liked making my dad cum in his pants didn’t you? Look at you clamping down on me, you fucking whore!” He spits harshly flicking your clit again. “Answer me bitch!” The hand around your throat tightens choking you. The lack of oxygen makes your mind fuzzy as you croak out a strangled ”no” 
“That’s fucking right you’re my little whore! Don’t you ever fucking forget it! Now cum cum on my cock so I can fuck you in to the mattress!” He spits on your back now the cooled off drool cools you off slightly. Your body is on fire and yet another orgasm is forced out of you. 
“Fuck sir, I- I don’t think I can cum any more!” You plead. 
“You can and you will what the fuck makes you think I care? You're my doll and I will play with you until you break!” He fucks you through three more orgasms before he pulls out. On the last orgasm you’re sure you blacked out for a second. Now you have been reduced to a heap on the bed unable to move a limb on your own accord. He gives you a few minutes to collect yourself, once your breathing finally steadies and you regain feeling in most of your limbs, He rolls over to your back and begins sucking dark marks onto your thighs leaving a trail up to your abused Cunt. Once there he removes the clothes pin in place is a gentle kiss on your heat. You roll your head to the side to watch him eat you out. Your sex is glistening and puffy form the abuse, your legs or adorned with dark blotches leading up from your knees, then his hands begin to caress your thighs when you feel something cold, it’s not his rings so what could it be you wonder. You lift your head slightly to get a better angle and you see it, a small switchblade in his hand trailing up and down your thighs. You gasp in shock. 
“Don’t worry doll, I’ll be careful.” His voice is reassuring so you relax, lay your head back down and watch him in the mirror. “Make sure you’re watching kitten, wouldn’t want you to miss out on the view, his words are slightly muffled because he is speaking into your thigh but you understand him clear as day. Then his assault begins, he sucks harshly on your clipped while prodding your G spot with two fingers. The Metal ball feels delightful against your sensitive knob as he keeps a vacuum seal around it. The hand fingering you moves rapidly causing your hips to back wildly as you quickly build tension, your walls flutter against his fingers signifying your close; the knife starts moving along your thighs pressing firmly but not breaking the skin. The thrill of potentially being cut makes the pleasure more intense. This causes a snowball effect and you come undone for the last time, your hips give one last yet powerful buck causing the knife to be pressed into your skin deeper, nicking you. 
“Fuck baby I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to cut you I-“ his apology is cut short. 
“Baby it’s ok accidents happen let’s just try not to do it again OK?” You reassure him calmly. 
“Of course sweetheart I know you’re tired let’s get you cleaned up.”
You two shower together again this time no funny business, helping each other wash and rinse then get dressed in the most comfy clothes you own you flop down on the bed. You feel the plush blankets atop the cozy mattress, crattleing your back as you and tendou lay together. His heartbeat steady in your ear; the heat from his body combines with the pressure of his fingers trailing up and down your body, lulling you into a place hovering between sleep and consciousness.
“Baby?” 
“Yes my love” You reply sleepily, snuggling deeper into his chest. 
“Why are you here with me?” 
“Well for starters we just had some of the best sex I have ever had in my life.” 
“No silly. A better question would’ve been why did you choose me? In high school you had people throwing themselves at you and you still chose me. Even now people off the street admire you. What makes me so special?” 
“Oh baby where is this coming from?” You have perked up a bit more and are now fully conscious. The skin on his chest is warm under your lips as you press gentle but firm kisses from his sternum up to the column of his throat. He can feel him swallowing quickly waiting for your response with baited breath. “baby I’m with you because I am in love with you. I love everything about you, except when you leave the toilet seat up.”
The last part makes both of you snort. His chest is warm under your palm feeling his heartbeat steadily as you gaze up at him, you search his eyes for any more uncertainty finding his features have washed over with relief somewhat, however you know something is still wrong. He’s been too quiet for far too long. He looks back at you, lips pulled into his mouth between his teeth as he chooses his next sentence carefully. 
“baby, honey, whatever you have to say just say it. I don’t get upset. You know I love you very much so where is all of this coming from?” You prod gently rubbing soothing circles onto his chest and torso.
“Well I just- I just feel like I’m forcing you…” he chokes on his words. “I just don’t understand how someone like you, gosh you’re so perfect, how do you love me? I’m a monster y/n! I like hurting you! And you still stay? I don’t understand! I love you so damn much but I love to see you in pain especially at my hands, they say you don’t hurt people you love but I hurt you, and you LET ME! WHY DO YOU LET ME? I cut you! I wasn’t paying attention and could’ve seriously hurt you! He sobs out, even with tears running down his face. He is just as handsome as the day you too met six years ago. 
You haven’t seen him this worked up Since the day he told you about His years as an Elementary school kid when he was bullied. From that stemmed insecurities over his appearance, hell even the nickname in high school ’guess monster’, made him feel As if he were some thing inhumane. Soon you realize you’ve been quiet for far too long, sitting up to straddle his waist you lean and pressing your foreheads together. His skin is soft. So soft, and warm under you, losing yourself in the closeness between you too, sighing trying to find the right words to express what’s in your head, but what watery red eyes of your lover staring back at you in pain fog your brain and dry your mouth. You move your hands to cup the supple skin of his cheeks thumbs under his eyes wiping away the flowing tears. Moving down you kiss a trail from his forehead to his lips kissing away tears as you go. As if he cannot bare the weight of your glaze he looks at the ceiling. Your heart clenches at the sight of your beloved so emotionally tormented. 
“Tendou, my love, I cannot express my love for you, but know this, you are not a monster, you're my Satori Tendou who I would love to spend the rest of my life with, you are kind and thoughtful. Some days I think you're psychic.” You move to sit up right in his lap bringing him up with you. 
“You know every little detail about me, like when we stop to get food and I claim I’m not hungry, your order for me and it’s exactly what I want each time, or when we go to parties, you can pinpoint the exact second when my social battery has died and you have no problem leaving then and there. You mean so much to me goddamnit.” you take a pause, throat burning and constricting as you attempt to choke back tears. “Yes you are a sadist but it works just fine with my masochist ass, baby. Not once have I ever had to safe word. So what you drew a little blood? It didn’t kill me. I told you I don’t like it, and I know we won’t have that problem again.” Hands cupping his cheeks pulling his forehead to yours to look deeply into his sad eyes, “honey I love you, I love every part of you!” Startled by the cold wet drops hitting your bare thighs, when did you start crying you wonder. Then a full body sob hits you, starting in your shoulders, to your burning chest, to your quaking thighs. Your body convulses as you attempt to spit out these words. “Nothing you can do will change my love for you! “ suddenly his long arms incase your body, pulling flesh against him as if you could possibly get any closer. 
Strong, so damn strong, his arms his soul his spirit, yet man sobbing in your arms seems so weak,  fragile, vulnerable; as if every ounce of strength has been drained from his body  leaving a hollow shell. Tendou has always been your anchor now it's your turn to do the same for him.   
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