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🎙️ star-crossed lovers 【 薄幸な恋人 】 ⛦

summ✩ry ⭑⭒⭑ As rehearsals and promotions for your big collab stage with Enhypen become progressively more intense, you and Niki face challenges that might effect your secret relationship and standing with the company...

p✩iring ⭑⭒⭑ idol!niki x popstar!reader PREVIOUSLY

cont✩ins ⭑⭒⭑ band au, fluff, secret romance, kissing + a slightly heated make-out scene, mild bullying, LOTS of drama, reader is younger than Niki, 3.6k words

It felt strange having your hair, makeup, and clothes managed by someone else, especially in such a meticulous way.

Today was the big day of the Riot Grrlz x Enhypen fan meeting that Hybe was hosting in honor of your upcoming collaboration stage, the event acting as some sort of promotional.

The fashion theme for the day, as decided by the likes of an online poll distributed by Enhypen's Instagram account, was 'Schoolgirl / Schoolboy,' which meant everyone would be dressed in plaid neck ties and neatly-ironed button-down blazers.

“This'll have to do,” murmured one of the makeup artist's on duty, simply dusting you with a bit of blush, some gloss, and shimmery eye shadow because they couldn't find a foundation shade that matched your skin color.

“I can't find my contact solution!” Serenity exclaimed frantically in the dressing studio, searching through her sparkly teal duffle bag for the fifth time this hour.

Of course none of you were willing to assist her on the aimless contact solution hunt, especially not with the way she verbally harassed the makeup crew for not "lining her eyes right."

“Just let it go, Ren,” Sunghoon said with an annoyed sigh, “the stylists are making all of us wear glasses for the concept today anyways...”

“Okay first of all, don't call me by my nickname. Second, it's not my vision I'm worried about, but my image,” she clarified matter-of-factly, “I wanna impress the Korean fans with a big and bright boba eye moment...”

“You have sooo many problems,” Jade added with a similar irritation, rolling her eyes at the diva before a hairstylist ran over to clip in another track of fake hair.

“Tell me about it,” Serenity huffed despairingly, sticking her arms out like a scarecrow as the fashion crew adjusted the belt around her waist.

“Let's just try and maintain a good mood before the meeting guys,” you started optimistically amongst the tension, “the fans might pick up on our bad energy if we all show up pouting like this...”

“Easy for you to say,” Niki replied teasingly, “you slept like a baby last night… meanwhile, you kept me up with your insistent snoring…”

“Did not,” you whined in protest, looking back at his attractively playful expression, “it’s not my fault that the stories you tell in your groggy bedtime voice are so relaxing.”

Niki meant to reply but was rudely interrupted by Serenity’s stinky attitude, “Aww, late night bonding moment, I see? Hope a little ‘story time’ was as far as it got for you two lovebirds...”

You and Niki shook your heads in unison at her senseless comment, the rest of Enhypen and your band mates soon rushing out of the dressing room and outside to the awaiting limousine as the schedule manager directed.

“Make sure you have everything you need, guys! We’re running a bit behind on time and can’t afford any more set-backs,” exclaimed a tall, broad man in athletic wear, a black Hybe hat topping off his look.

“Got it, sir,” Jungwon replied politely, double-checking his leather cross-body bag before stepping into the vehicle, the rest of you following after him.

You didn’t expect to see Miss Kim in the front seat with the chauffeur, but you greeted her nonetheless.

“Morning, Miss Kim!,” You and Hearin started enthusiastically.

“Morning, Riot Grrlz,” she returned while not looking at any of you, writing hasty yet neat notes down on her clipboard, “I’ll be bold and assume you ladies have never attended any sort of fan event, correct?”

“Y-yes, that is correct,” Jade answered before you, crossing her legs in her seat, “this’ll be our very first experience today…”

“Oh, that’s cool for you then, isn’t it? Don’t worry if you don’t know what to say or do, by the way... just copy us,” you heard Heeseung encourage somewhere behind you, but your mind was more focused on the way Niki’s hand accidentally brushed against yours while you two glared out of the same window...

Accidentally… maybe…

“I was just getting around to that, Heeseung,” Miss Kim continued after clearing her coffee-stained throat, “Korean fans as a whole are pretty cutthroat, and whether you’re a foreigner or not, they expect you to present yourself a certain way…”

“Perfect,” Sunoo thought out loud, “they expect you to be perfect…”

“That’s just the way this idol life goes, I'm afraid,” Jungwon sighed from his seat, not empathetically, but in a realistic sense.

“Either way, you girls should be safe to mirror whatever the boys are doing if you ever feel confused…” Miss Kim trailed off, the limo being just a few feet from reaching the fan meeting center, “Good luck today, you all.”

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Things were turning out surprisingly smooth at the event, to say the least.

Needless to mention, you and Niki stayed pretty close the entire time, and the fans seemed to be amused by your attempt at famous duo heart poses with him.

“Just extend your hand like this,” he instructed while giggling, watching as your overhead heart ended up looking more like an oval to the audience.

Serenity was received as a fan favorite, too, her “boba eye” look captivating the male attendees while others were more entertained in her beginner Korean skills.

“Hwaiting,” she exclaimed confidently before the fans one too many times for your tolerance, Sunghoon’s face clearly showing just how much he was enjoying not being the cringiest person in the room for once.

Or, at least that was until an older fan requested that he and Sunoo sing and dance to the infamous aeygo Ottoke song for good luck at the show tomorrow.

“The things we do for engene,” the two boys collectively thought to themselves while fastening coquette bunny ears atop their heads, hoping that their enthusiasm would override the embarrassment.

It was all just such a culture shock for you and your group.

“Uhhh, a little help here?” Haerin worriedly called out to Jake as a particularly excited Korean fan approached her with a lot to say that she could barely understand.

“Oh- allow me,” Jake offered between the language barrier, translating to Haerin what the fan was trying to tell her.

“She thinks I’m a what now?”

“A K-pop Idol, mostly because of your trendy look today,” Jungwon giggled warmly, “the prophesied eighth member of Enhypen, in fact...”

Haerin laughed with both embarrassment and flattery, trying her best to explain to the young fan that she was a member of the Riot Grrlz and Riot Grrlz only.

Interactive activities continued just as well after this, the event nearing its end as you and Niki did a few TikTok dance challenges for the fans on stage.

Dance challenges that you had practiced with him in eery hours of the night, or whenever you two were left alone in the dance studio.

That, alongside other things too… like stealing sweet kisses here and there… or nearly melting while staring into each others love struck eyes—

“____, right?” A fan asked, approaching you with a blue marker and square of paper.

“Yes, that’s me. Nice to meet you,” you returned, keeping eye contact with her, despite the dark shades she wore.

“Nice to meet you, too! I have so many questions to ask you about what it’s like working with Enhypen!… and I really like your hair, too! The highlights look really nice with your outfit hehe… ALSO, I've been listening to a lot of your groups songs recently, and my favorite has to be the main track from your most recent album, it’s so unique!…” the fans voice eventually trailed off shyly.

“Oh my goodness, sorry for rambling!! Uhmmm, can I get your autograph by any chance?”

“Aww, thank you,” you smiled brightly, “and it’s okay! I find it cute how interested you are in my experience and music…”

Your hand reached out to grab the marker from her grasp, your body leaning forward slightly as you signed your name on the photo, resting your weight on the desk before you.

So lost in the moment, you didn’t even realize that the photo you had just signed was one of you and Niki hanging out just outside of Yeouido Park the other night.

It was impossible to hold back the gasp that escaped your throat at the realization, your finger loosing its grip around the marker as your stunned eyes met her knowing ones.

“Look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she chuckled in a facetiously sweet tone, you and her hands fighting over the now autographed-polaroid before your grip overthrew hers.

“Where did you get that—”

“Your secret’s safe with me, alright?” She interrupted with a sharp whisper, “So long as you work on distancing yourself from Niki moving forward…”

You blinked in feigned confusion at her words, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, we’re just colleagues—”

“And he’s an idol,” she cut in again, “idols don’t belong to silly American girls like you… you don’t even belong in our world…”

At this point, you're certain she could see how upset you were with her, and you didn't even care to hide it. “Everyone has welcomed me here, expect for you… and to what gain? I’m here with my band solely for work purposes, and I can assure you there is nothing you have to worry about concerning my professionalism.”

Your strong reply seemed to have rubbed her the wrong way, one of her hands fastening the bag over her shoulder while the other adjusted the glasses sitting at her nose.

“Thank you for your time,” she nearly growled at you, that same phony smile plastered to her lips before she hurriedly walked away, disappearing into the crowd of fans.

You let out a breath that you didn't even know you'd been holding, trying to calm yourself down before anyone noticed the silent commotion that had occurred on your side of the meeting booth.

All you could do was hope that this was the only copy or evidence of you and Niki hanging out that night as you folded the paper into a small square, tucking it under your sleeve in a way that no one would notice.

Above all though, you were just glad that the event was coming to an end soon, a few on-set staff members already helping to put away some stage props, meanwhile Sunoo, Heeseung, and Jade helped themselves to bringing along some gifts from fans.

“Hey... uhm, Heeseung? Can I-”

“Yes, Jade,” Heeseung answered with a giggle, “you can have all of my kitty plush gifts...”

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The limo ride back to the HYBE building was quiet, the sole thought roaming in the back of your mind being that one fan's cruel words…

…𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶… 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥...

It wasn’t like you were trying to infiltrate the world of K-pop.

You and your group were simply expanding your collab horizons upon being invited, and it seriously boggled you how anyone would have a problem with that—

“Knock knock,” Niki said with a smile in his voice from behind the door to your private backstage dressing room, waiting for your cue that it was safe for him to come in.

“You can come in, Niki,” you replied softly, standing in front of the body length wall mirror while struggling to fix your hair into a suitable style for the stage practice in a few minutes.

“Hi,” you greeted again once he reached you, watching as his eyes traced your reflection, almost immediately picking up on your nervous demeanor.

“You did great today, ____, y’know that?” He started with a low voice, guiding your stressed hands away from your head and resting them at your sides.

“Niki, I have to get ready—”

“And you already look more than prepared,” he encouraged, securing his hands around your waist before leaving a kiss below your ear, “gorgeous, even...”

“Thanks,” you answered shyly, somehow already feeling a bit better about things now that he was near you.

“So. Are you gonna tell me what’s got you upset or are we gonna make this a guessing game?” He teased, making you chuckle a bit as his attempt to cheer you up.

Your eyes fell to the floor, his grip on you loosening as a little sigh escaped your freshly glossed lips.

“A fan…,” you began quietly, “at the meeting today… she asked me to sign this photo.”

Reaching into your bra, you pulled out the mysterious square photo and watched with a pout as Niki carefully unfolded it from each corner.

“I… I don’t understand…” he stuttered, eyes glazing over the sight of you and him holding hands at the firework show that night.

“I know, it’s my fault that—”

“No…,” he interrupted your words before meeting your guilt-ridden eyes, “I don’t understand why you’re letting this get to you…”

“Excuse me?” You asked with a confused expression, “if something like this gets out, it could ruin both of our careers, y’know?”

“Sure,” he responded nonchalantly with a shrug, “but I couldn’t care less about some jealous sasaeng’s creepy little photo fest… by now, it’s gonna take a lot more than an innocent, harmless photo of us hanging out to make me question our status in this field.”

“You never take anything seriously, Nishimura,” you smiled with a sigh, shaking your head as you watched his fingers tear the photo to pieces.

“Well you’re definitely an exception to that trait of mine,” he smirked, tucking the torn shreds of paper into his back pocket before finding your face in his hands, placing a tender kiss to your left cheek.

“How sweet of you to say,” you whispered softly, grabbing the neckline of his shirt and pulling him closer to your height, “now how about you kiss me properly this time?”

He hummed at your teasing tone, sharp features softening as he tilted his head, sealing the space between you and him with the sweet kiss you’d been waiting for.

“I’ll never get tired of this,” Niki sighed against your lips, his right hand removing the rubber band securing your ponytail so his fingers could roam freely through your curls.

Things were escalating pretty quickly now, both of your breaths sounding more labored with each second as you stumbled backwards onto the desk, his energy leading the kiss as he remained on top of you.

It was almost more than you could handle, his hands roaming at your sides before your eyes barely fluttered open, the sight of his slightly blushed button-nose making you feel like melting on the spot.

Thats when you realized his pink hue was a result of two reasons: (1) The way your hands shyly clung to his shoulders right now, and (2) the shadow of footsteps peeking behind your dressing room door.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Hello? Miss ____, its Kim... Are you decent?”

“Erm, one second!” You responded in an obvious frantic.

Niki helped you get up from the vanity table, kneeling down quickly to hide himself under the it as the stern lady made her way into the room anyway.

“Sorry to intrude,” she began abruptly, not even taking note of your currently disheveled hair and flushed expression, “but I’ve unfortunately been appointed as the bearer of bad news for today…”

“Oh... uhm, w- what is it, is everyone alright?” You asked with a concerned tone, trying to take your mind off the fact that a Niki stained with the glimmer of your peach flavored lipgloss all over his mouth was literally under your desk right now, a mere two feet away from Miss Kim’s leather boots.

“For the most part, yes… but it concerns one of your band mates… Serenity, specifically… Since you are the leader of your group, I found it humble to have at least this much respect to tell you first in private.”

You let out a breath, closing your eyes for a moment before opening them back up, restoring your usually confident aura and making eye contact with the woman.

“Thank you, Miss Kim… I’m listening…”

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The sounds of shoes rhythmically scuffing, mics going in and out of focus, and layered fits of heavy breathing filled your ears for the next two hours.

Design tech, stage directors, and performers alike were giving it their all to perfect things before the big show coming up.

You paced around the shiny stage, a sweat rag secured lazily around your neck as you and the Enhypen members just got through with rehearsing the main choreo at the performing arena for the first time.

Everyone except Jay and Jade that is, who were still busy with working on their guitar duet for the intro show backstage with the music writers.

“I have no idea how you can still see after being in front of these bright stage lights all the time,” you huffed out tiredly, glancing at Sunoo who only shrugged while taking a few gulps from his grey water bottle.

“I’m not too sure either, but for the lot of us, it’s just something you have to get used to,” he tried warmly before letting himself fall on the ground, limbs spread out like an exhausted snowman as sweat trickled down his forehead.

“Here, lemme show you a little trick I like to use,” Niki offered with a smile while approaching you from behind, his larger frame casting a shadow before you.

“Look down there,” he started, guiding your waist with one hand as he pointed ahead of you with the other, “do you see the tech crew down there?”

You looked to where his finger was pointing, eyes being met with the sight of workers who sat in reclining chairs while others drank some coffee, a few sporadic employees carrying clipboards with stacks of paper, giving out orders to their fellow floor members.

“Yeah, I see them,” you answered, making Niki laugh slightly for reasons you didn’t fully understand.

“That means you’re too close then,” he replied, still holding your waist as he guided you to take a few steps back, which ended up being more steps for you given the leg length differences.

“There’s a rule of thumb that if you can see the audience, they can’t see you… are the lights still bothering you now?”

“Not as much, actually,” you said, turning to face him as he still held you close, everything in your body fighting not to kiss him in this moment given the way he looked back at you, “thanks again…”

“Anytime,” he smirked smuggly, “but uhhh, I think people might be looking at us now—”

“Oh,” you giggled shyly, backing a few inches away from him.

“Ahem,” a nagging voice cleared from beside you two, breaking the wholesome presence of the moment.

“Do you guys think you’re invisible or something?” Serenity asked, crossing her arms while staring the both of you up.

“Uhm…. No?” Niki answered for you, furrowing his eyes at the blue-eyed diva.

“Then why’re you just standing there? You’re blocking my light…”

You let out a scoff at her words, feeling baffled at the thought of how insecure girls like her could have such egotistical tendencies.

“Sorry, Serenity…,” you said half-heartedly, “didn’t mean to disturb your… solo mid-break practice session...”

“Really appreciate it, leader lady,” she replied sarcastically, very intentionally bumping into your shoulder as she walked past you before stopping in her tracks, a loose copy of the stage schedule getting caught under her baby pink sneakers.

She leaned down to pick it up, examining the text before her eyes stumbled over a line of bolded words. All of this was for reasons she didn’t understand, but either way, would soon resent.

“Ugh?!!” She exclaimed with a confused scoff, “HYBE is kicking me from the show??”

Your eyes widened at her words, the furious, confused, and torn look on her face doing nothing but make Niki smirk to himself, “Serenity, I can explain—”

“And you knew about this, didn’t you?” She accused with balled fists, looking between your nervous face and Niki’s shamelessly proud one.

“I just found out today, okay? But Miss Kim specifically instructed me not to say anything about until she revealed it to you herself after practice,” you clarified with a shaky voice.

“Please,” she said with a scoff, “And what’s with the face, Nishimura Nimrod? Huh!? Your little girlfriend told you before she told me, her own band mat—”

“I didnt tell him anything!” You retorted with a slightly raised voice, cracking with nerves you couldn't keep buried anymore.

You never liked being in the hot seat unless you were sitting there with Niki, thanks to his ability to always maintain his cool under pressure...

However, for some reason, even with him next to you right now, you still felt like hurling yourself to the ground.

“You had to have told me him something, so just stop with your insistent lies, ____,” Serenity spat, poking a finger in the center of your chest. Hard.

“You couldn’t wait to get rid of me, its been all over your rotten little face ever since we got here… You’re so jealous of me and it’s honestly depressing at this point…”

Oh Serenity, you thought in your mind, if only you knew this was all brought on by yourself…

You’d had enough of her ignorant speech, holding a fierce eye contact with her while trying to conceal the tears forming behind your eyes.

The sadness growing in your heart…

“None of this was my decision, Ren, so if you have a bone to pick with someone, try taking it up with Miss Kim herself,” you said firmly, walking back a few steps in case she tried touching you again, “I'm sure she'd be more than happy to inform you on her reasons for exiling you from the main activities…”

“What’s going on you guys?” Haerin asked timidly in the midst of the chaos, having just come back from washing up in the restroom.

Serenity practically burned holes in your face with her venomous glare before turning sharply on her heel, footsteps loud and startling as she marched off the stage, murmuring a string of curses under her breath.

“Soooo,” Sunghoon started with a curious accent, “I’m usually not the best at comprehending things, but I’m assuming that whatever just happened was a lot more serious than the usual Riot Grrlz drama, correct?”

“Yeah, what's the big deal ____?,” Jade asked alongside Jake, who gave your shoulder a comforting shake.

You fought with everything in your body to not to let any tears fall...

Because in this moment, it just felt right to cry, but at the same time, was it really worth appearing weak in front of everyone?

Everyone who counted on you to remain strong?

You exhaled with a deep breath, wiping the pricks of moisture from your eyes before speaking, “Serenity won’t be performing with us for the special stage anymore… only the ending song.”

A cacophony of gasps filled the room at your words, Jungwon having picked up the loose schedule copy to analyze it for himself, the bolded words reading:

>> SERENITY TAYLOR Authorized to be PULLED from Furthering Her Performance Activities in Sight of Behavioral Decency Violations Under HYBE's Collaboration and Code of Conduct Standards

“Will she be allowed to attend the award show at least,” Heeseung inquired, not out of empathy, but curiosity as all of this was unfolding pretty fast.

“Perhaps, but for now, we can rest on the thought that we’ll have one less problem while preparing from here on out,” you answered, feeling a large hand take your hand in theirs before giving it a gentle squeeze.

Niki.

“Either way, the show must go on you guys,” he said with a deep voice, the faintest smile being on his face as he looked back at you, dark eyes sparkling with sincerity.

The stage lights flickered from ahead and above you, a key indicator that the radio would be picking up again soon, playing the instrumental to your practice track.

“Mic check everyone and it’s back to rehearsals in five,” yelled out a staff member from below the stage, the ten of you now lining up in formation while adjusting your headsets around your ears.

There was only one thought that remained in your head as the choreographer hopped up center stage to explain how the performance would accommodate for Serenity's sudden absence:

The show must go on.

🎙️For my baby, @microwvdstrawb3rri3s 💕 This is episode 3 for ya ~ Thanks for being so patient with me :3

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[solbaby7]

Hi!! I have a request if you don’t mind 💜💜

Could you do a Rhys x reader where she has bought some lingerie for the first time without Rhys knowing she bought it and he catches her trying them on in their bedroom?

He’d have a hard time trying to decide on if he wants to fuck you with it on or to rip it off.

Temptress

pairing: rhysand x reader

warnings: sexual descriptions, swearing, a million different ways to say panties, possible typos

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You’d been swayed.

Captivated by such delicate pieces that when the sweet shop owner offered you a discount on the piles of lingerie you’d been sifting through—you couldn’t refuse.

Bags hang off your arms filled to the brim with intricately detailed bustiers and corsets, thongs of varying colors and cuts with garters and thigh high tights to match. Some were riskier than others; crotchless panties or g-strings decorated in shiny chains with a custom diamond encrusted ‘R’ dangling over your ass.

A warm glow casts over your form, gaze fixed on your figure reflected in the mirror and you can’t help but admire the way each piece looks on. Velvets and silk, lace and leather that fits as if it were made specifically with your measurements in mind. Too distracted by the effects of a push-up bra, you don’t even notice your High Lord lingering in the doorway. Both arms cross at his chest, shoulder resting on the doorframe and head slightly tilted as violet eyes roam you over.

Rhysand’s perfectly silent while you move to change, bending over to slip on a silky pair of underthings with thin pearl strings that held at your hips. Teeth bite at the fat of his bottom lip as he takes in the round of your ass against the pale pink material and he fights the urge to tear it clean off.

Your hands smooth over your figure, utterly oblivious, eyes squinting in thought before flicking over to the male in the mirror. A low gasp of surprise, a blush fanning across your cheeks at the dark look looming in indigo irises. “Rhys,” It’s instinctual to cover up, arms crossing over your chest to hide parts of you he’d already memorized a million times over. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

He hums low, almost dismissively as he drinks in the feminine whine lacing your tone. “Didn’t see you much today, sweet girl.”

“I went out to the city to do some shopping,” You confess softly, slowly lowering your arms to show off the newly acquired purchase. “Pretty, right?”

The look in his eye is predatory no matter how subdued his tone is. Because while you’re referring to fine details in the lace line cups; Rhysand is fully ogling the generous lift of your breasts. “Absolutely mouthwatering,” Four steps is all it takes for him to clear the length of the room and to your surprise, he strides right past you and settles into the chair tucked by your mirror. Rhys pulls the bag into his lap, shuffling around the items until he finds one that had his cock jumping in his pants. “Try them on for me—start with this one.”

A sheer little slip dangles from two fingers, the matching thong draped over his knee and excitement swells in your belly when the door closes behind you. The lock sliding into place with nothing more than a cocky lift of his brow. A shiver runs down your spine, body wedged between his spread legs. “Help me take this off?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Rhysand takes more care with the fabric than you would’ve. You’re forced to remain still as the bra is unhooked and eased off your shoulders. A pleased hum pulls from the back of his throat, reacquainting himself with the weight of your breasts and the hardened peaks of your nipples. Goosebumps ripple against every inch of bare skin, stomach clenching when his knuckles trail a path down the soft swell of your belly. “Leave these on,” A thumb slides under the elegant pearls holding the underwear in place. “I like them.”

“Elegant enough for a High Lady?”

Rhys chuckles, settling back into the chair with low lids. “Elegance has no place in the plans I’ve made for you tonight.” The lights go dim; darkness beginning to cloak your bedchamber and Death Incarnate seems to expel a sigh of relief when allowing such subdued power to stretch free from its confinements.

Chiffon nearly slips free from your grasp, limbs quaking as the tension held this in the air. He watches your every move, a bulge steadily growing in his pants but he makes no move to touch himself. “You’re not working?”

“It’s not going anywhere.” Your brow raises, a little smirk quirking in the corner of glossy lips and his eyes are rolling before you can even throw in your two cents on how any other night his answer would be completely different. “Besides, what kind of male would I be if I chose boring documents over my mate—one who’s half naked and hot as sin.”

“You flatter me.” Thin straps snap against your shoulders, the powerful darkness casting perfect shadows against feminine curves. A blush begins on the apples of your cheeks, lashes fluttering fondly as you eat up the praise. “I’ve barely even gotten to the fun stuff yet. Should see the kinds of goodies I’ve got stuffed in that bag.”

A smile curls at his full lips, body language effortlessly regal, arms lax at his sides as his legs spread just a little wider. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Your eyes dip down without permission, catching the outline of his erection through tailored dress pants. It strains again the stitching and yet there’s no shame in sight when staring so brazenly. Desire clouds your thoughts, lust darkening your gaze as you turn slowly—providing the perfect view of ass in your underthings. Power fills the space, tainting the air with a thickness felt with each breath taken.

You don’t shy away from it though, steps holding a newfound confidence as you prance over to the bed. Legs elongate, back arching and soft hair dips messily against your cheeks in a way that sends your High Lord in a frenzy as you sink into the sheets. You make a show of getting settled, allowing the satin to shift up your thighs, bunching invitingly near your hips.

Painted toes dangle against the headboard, canopy draping tied securely at each side to leave the view of your ass exposed to him. It’s a tease; an invitation for Rhysand to waltz over with that unwavering air of entitlement and take what belonged to him. “This one might be one of my favorites,” The playful dip of your tone tugs him from his thoughts, though the look in his eye does little to hide the things conjuring up in his mind. So you feed the depraved fantasies, slowly spreading your legs and sliding a hand down the length of your body until manicured fingers collide with delicate fabric. “Easy to put on after a long day of spending all your money.”

He takes the bait, entranced by your shamless groping. “Terrible, horrible thing.”

A nail hooks into the fabric covering your sex, offering a fraction of a glimpse before it returns to place with a snap. “The worst,” You agree, engulfed in the perfect scent of you and Rhysand intermingled in the sheets. Still, you crave more; every fiber of your being begging to his touch. “How about you come teach me a lesson?”

“I will.” He undoes the bindings holding his breeches together, allowing his cock to spring free and one strong hand wraps around it; stroking the hard length up and down. “But first, I want to watch you play with it.” Darkness clasps around your ankles like chains, a cruel laugh echoing in your ears as your hand follows the command without hesitation. Your arousal is audible, squelching obscenely as a free hand keeps lace tucked to the side. “Atta girl, just like that.”

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Murderer POLY 141 x kidnapped reader

Part one here

They all seemed to enjoy it at first but the longer they spent playing this “game” the more real it got. Their psychotic brains confusing obsession with “love”. No they didn't love you. At least, that's what they told themselves every day as they fucked your brains out. It was hard to just stay with one guy when they seemed to be forcing their ways into your life.. And you.

So instead you wanted to “discuss” the truths with all of them. You couldn't live in a lie, you either tell all of them or none of them and let them find out. The latter option was least desirable.

So you sent them a message, a quick meetup at a private joint 3 blocks down. A perfect underground cafe you always were fond of. The mood, the music, and the secrecy. Barely anyone knew about the place.

“Be there at 8, don't be late!”

You were scared sure, but what would go wrong?

—

Your hands fidgeted at the hem of your top. You couldn't help the jittery feeling racing through your body.

“Its going to be okay”

You whispered to yourself, trying to catch your quaking breath. Why was this so hard for you!? Its not like they were in love..

It was too late to back down anyway as you descended the steps toward the dim light. The air was thicker then usual, a familiar smell flooded the area.. It was overwhelmingly strong but you brushed it off.

The door opened with a chime, and the smell got stronger. It wasn't rotten.. But more ash-like. A strong burning smell with a mix of..

“Hey!”

You spot the group on the wall near the fireplace. They seemed to be getting along, chatting like they knew each other forever.

“What took ya so long” Gaz scooted over, setting the large black bag onto the ground.

“Should’ve came later, we were setting bets on how long it’ll take”

“Pay up soap, she came 10 minutes late, I win” ghost nudged Soap’s elbow, holding his hand out for the money.

“Stop playing around, the little lady here clearly got something important” Price stared at you calmy, he seemed to be the only one giving a shit-

You giggled at the sight. All of them seemed so close, it would be easy to assume they were friends from a glance.

“Do you guys know each other? Cause that would make this a lot.. Uhm worse”

“Course we know each other luv, we’ve been friends since.. Shit how long’s it been?”

Ghost leaned back, crossing his arms against his chest. Fuck this was going terribly.

“Cant remember”

Soap shrugged, taking another swish of his water, ice cubes clinking on the side.

“I guess we can talk about this over some food..”

You look around, finally realizing the place was quiet. Completely empty. The counter had no one behind it, the kitchen was silent and no one occupied any other booth. They looked at you, all smiles and rainbows, like nothing was wrong.

The air became thicker.. The fire burned brighter, dropping sparking ashes across the floor. They seemed oddly happy, I mean oddly happy like they didn't notice the place was a dead zone.

“So why’d you tell us to come here” Gaz slipped a hand over your shoulder, which didn't surprise anyone like you thought.

You clear your throat, reaching for your bag to pull out your phone. Yes you decided to write some notes on your phone to prepare.

“So.. Uhm you se-”

You look down at your purse, slipping your fingers into the smaller pockets.. Before noticing a small object at the front of your shoes. You realize the white material on the tip of leather was a surprising red.

“I wanted to..”

Your sentences were cut short as you slowly slipped your foot back.. A small puddle of blood smeared across the floor beneath where your shoes were.

“Go to the bathroom first!”

You smile, quickly standing up with your phone in your hand. You giggle awkwardly and calmly walk towards the lady's room. Quickly opening the door and gently closing it before you run to the sink. Your face flushed pale, as you feel yourself gag.

“A.. A TO- Tooth”

You scream impulsively.. Immediately covering your mouth with your hands. You watch the door through the mirror, praying none of them heard.

You look down at your shoe, it wasn't a hallucination, the blood still seeping into the leather, leaving a thin trail of drying blood across white tiles. You grab at your throat, trying to calm your breathing. No ones here. The staff. Cashier. Waiter. No one. No one is here.

You look to the door, only option was to book it right? The burning smell seeped through the doorway.. As you finally realize what that smell was.

The smell of Flesh

You run to the bathroom door, slamming it open..

“Hello princess.. All ready?”

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Gamer boy (part one)

Modern!gamer Eddie Munson x babysitter fem!reader

Summary: you’re propositioned to baby sit by your father, but it’s for Eddie “the freak” Munsons niece. You had history, but now you can’t even stand being near him. Will you both be able to put aside your distain? Or will a little gaming bet, bring you closer than ever before?

⚠️series warnings: eventual smut 18+ mdni, angst, friends to enemies to lovers, mutual pining, mean!eddie, slight fuck!boy eddie, cocky eddie, gaming bets in exchange for sexual acts, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, dirty talk, slight degradation, choking, hair pulling, spit play, spanking, dom!eddie.

A/N: this was going to be a one shot, but then I go more and more ideas so I’m turning into a little series 💚 (remember to tip your writers, with a reblog and comment)

You couldn’t believe this was happening, you wanted to be emancipated. How could your dad do this to you? Why you?

Okay, that’s probably really dramatic. But, it was warranted.

It was a beautiful Thursday morning, birds were chirping, coffee was brewing and your mom was making her famous French toast. You haven’t felt this happy in a while, little did you know that metaphorical rug of happiness was about to be ripped from under you.

“Y/n, can you come in here?” Your dad yelled from his office down the hall

The only time your father ever called you into his office to talk, was always about something serious or a proposition he wanted to tell you about. Not ask, never ask. You didn’t have a choice in his “business proposals” at least that’s what they felt like to you.

Shuffling over your feet as your heart rate picked up. You made it into the big office, oak wood shelves filled with books your dad never had time to read. He was leaning back in his black leather chair behind his big oak wood desk, with a look of contentment on his face, it made a shiver run down your body.

“Yes, dad?” You say as you look down at the desk in front of you.

“I have a job I need you to do.” He says with a small chuckle

“Okay, what is it?” You cock your head like a puppy full of curiosity

“Well, I need you to baby sit for one of my employees. It’ll be from tonight to Sunday night.” He says

“This weekend? But dad it’s a three day weekend, I had plans with friends.” You say as if you can’t even believe he’s telling you this. I mean maybe it would make a difference if he was asking and not telling, but either way you were upset.

“Sorry, kiddo. I already told him you would. Can’t go back on my word, all a man has is his word.”

You roll your eyes, and cross your arms over your chest.

“Fine, who’s kid?”

“Wayne Munsons, he’s going out of town on a business trip for me. He has a daughter she’s about three and his usual sitter isn’t able to do it, something about her being an older lady, so I offered up your help since you use to babysit the neighborhood kids. He’s leaving at 9 tonight so you’ll need to be over there by 8:30”

“Wayne Munson? As in Eddie Munson? Dad no, absolutely not! Why can’t he do it?” You say as your eyes begin to water

“You know that boy, does he look like he can take care of a three year old for three days?” Your dad was beginning to get aggravated with your tone and questioning

“I cannot believe this. I hate him, how am I suppose to go over there and act civil when you’re asking me to go hang out with satan in the flesh?”

Your dad laughs at your outburst

“I’m not asking you to hang out with him, I’m asking you to babysit his niece.”

“For three days?!” You shout “I’m sorry, but cmon dad, I can’t do that.”

“You can, and you will. End of discussion.”

“I- whatever.” You turn on your heels and stomp out of there

“Hey, hun. French toast is ready,” your mom says with a big smile.

“I’m not hungry, sorry mom.” You say as you trudge up the stairs to go sulk in your bedroom

After you packed your duffel bag full of clothes and toiletries, showered and put on some comfy black cotton shorts and a white long sleeve shirt. You got into your Prius and head for the last place on earth you ever wanted to be, Forest hills trailer park.

You don’t even remember why you and Eddie hate each other so much. Well you do, but now that you’re both adults, it all seems so redundant.

You and Eddie have known each other since he moved in with his uncle in first grade. You were actually friends at some point, then you hit middle school and your body started changing, you started getting a different kind of attention from Eddie and other boys. You both got closer that summer before freshman year. Close as in, you shared your first kiss with him, amongst some other things. But, once high school started, everything changed. Eddie became distant. You knew he was bullied, even worst than middle school, but you didn’t understand why he was so angry at you. Okay, well it could’ve had something to do with a small rumor that went around about you, and a certain basketball player. It wasn’t 100 percent incorrect, you did go on a date with Josh Young and you did make out in the back of his brothers Camaro, but you definitely did not give him a handy or a blow job, you knew him and his jock meathead friends started it because you didn’t want to go any further with him that night. Eddie avoided you at all costs after that, which was total bullshit because when you and him weren’t sucking face and feeling each other up, he was going on and on about perfect little Angela Thomas, a blonde cheerleader. Go figure. He had no right to be angry, so you both never talked after that. Except the occasional condescending comments that would leave his mouth when you’d both be at your lockers, his unfortunately being way too close to yours or that time you both had biology together, sophomore year and were paired up for a project. You ended up doing the whole thing yourself and allowed him to get half the credit, but other than that. Radio silence, on both ends.

You pull up to the only trailer with beer cans littered around the yard, parking next to Eddies rust bucket of a van. You couldn’t believe he was still driving that thing. It was a million years old and on its last leg, but something about seeing it made you nervous. Where’d that come from?

On the other side was Wayne’s pick up truck, the bed of it holding his black suitcase.

You keep your eyes on your brown platform ugg boots, as you make your way up the steps to the front door.

You knock a few times, wishing you could be anywhere literally anywhere but here.

“Y/n, hello sweetheart.” Wayne Munson says with a whisper, as he feels around his blue jeans for his keys.

“Laylas asleep in her room, she ate, she bathed, so she’s out for the night.” He chuckles

“There’s food in the fridge, money for pizza on the counter, and if you need anything just ask Eddie, he’s also in his room playin his damn games. If you want, you can sleep in my bed or you can take the couch, whatever you’re comfortable with.” — “Before I go, I just really want to tell you how much I appreciate this, darlin.” He says as he throws you an appreciative smile.

“Yeah of course, Mr. Munson. Have a safe trip.” You smile back, as you close the door behind him.

Now what the hell do you, do?

After sitting uncomfortably on the couch for an hour, while scrolling on your phone and occasionally looking up at the Netflix movie you decided to put on as background noise, you hear a door open. Your heart starts beating out of your chest at the realization that you’re about to see Eddie.

The kitchen light turns on, making your eyes slightly squint. As you looked over at him, he was drinking Pepsi straight from the liter.

Ugh he was so disgusting

He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and then closed the cap, putting it back in the fridge as he let out a burp.

God, you really couldn’t stand him

Even if he was wearing nothing but grey sweats, so low it showed off his v line and trail of hair right above his—

“Oh, you’re here.” He says as he rolls his eyes

He knew you were here, he just loved pissing you off.

“Yup, don’t wanna be here just as much as you don’t want me here, Munson.”

“You sure about that?” He snickers

“Positive.” You say as you continue scrolling on your phone, pretending to read something, that you’re not actually reading. You just don’t want it to feel anymore awkward than it already does.

“Mm, okay princess. You have a nice night.” He turns around, shutting off the light and heading back into his room.

Princess? Ew, You hate him so much, but why’d he have to look so good? Fuck him!

You eventually got comfortable on the couch with the pillow and throw blanket, Wayne kindly left out for you. Falling asleep a little after you started some cheesy romantic comedy.

You wake up to the sound of loud metal music, and sun peaking in through the curtains. Once you roll over, you’re greeted by a little face staring down at you. Scaring the living shit out of you.

“Hi. My name is Layla, what’s yours?” The toddler asks, words coming out in the cutest little voice.

“Hi Layla, my names y/n. I’m gonna be babysitting you while your daddy is away.” You say as you sit up and rub your face

“Can you make me breakfast?” She says as she walks a little closer to you, you now notice she’s got a stuffed puppy in her arm.

“Of course I can, what would you like?” You put your ugg booties on and stand up, making your way to the kitchen as Layla follows closely behind

“Waffles, please!” She says excitedly

“Okay, waffles comin’ right up.”

“Thank you, y/n.” Layla says with the sweetest little smile

“No problem. So who’s your friend?” You ask, looking at the stuffy in her arm

“This is Mr. Floppy,” She says as she holds up the brown floppy eared puppy

“Well hello, nice to meet you Mr. Floppy.” You bend down and shake one of his floppy ears, like you would a hand.

Layla giggles like it was the funniest thing she’d ever seen.

As you’re plating laylas waffles and topping them with butter and syrup, the loud music that was booming from down the hall, stops. Eddie’s door flys open and he’s swinging his keys on his index finger, dressed in his usual; band tee, black jeans, leather jacket and battle vest.

“Teddy!” Layla shouts as she skips to hug his legs

“Sup, rugrat?” He says as he ruffles the top of her braided pigtails

“Are you leaving?” She inquires with a sad look on her face.

“I am, I’ll be back later. Just gotta take care of some stuff.” He says while looking over at you as you cut up Laylas waffles.

Eddie walks out the front door after telling Layla bye, leaving the screen door to slam.

After playing with your new favorite toddler, almost all afternoon. Feeding her lunch and playing some more. She’s finally, down for a nap.

You begin cleaning up her toys off the living room floor, and turning the god awful voice of this blippi character on YouTube off.

You decide to get your AirPods out of your bag and pair them to your phone, so you can listen to some music while you clean up a little bit more.

You began washing the dishes, cleaning down counters and cleaning off the dining table, as well as sweeping the kitchen floor.

As you’re plugging in the big clunky vacuum, you hear Eddie’s other clunker come to a halt in the front yard, doors slamming and some talking, before the door is being unlocked and opened.

Eddie bounds in after some girl, you’d never seen her before. She was blonde and pretty. It made your stomach plummet and your hands shake.

Why are you jealous?

You didn’t miss the big smile on his face as he looked over at you, and began walking her to his bedroom.

Just breathe. JUST BREATHE. You hate him, why do you want to cry? Do you hate him? Fuck!

This was gonna be torture. You wanted to get the fuck out of there as soon as possible. But you knew you couldn’t. So you decide to put your headphones back in, and continue cleaning. It helped get your mind off of what Eddie and blondie, could be doing behind that door, but only for a little bit before your mind began to wonder.

So you gather some clothes and head for the bathroom, slipping inside and locking the door. You put the shower on, and begin undressing. Thanking god, Eddie had his music on pretty loud, but also not, because Layla could wake up any minute, so you had to make this fast.

After you get out, you slip on a black long sleeve onesie, you didn’t even realize you packed. The shorts on it are really short, and is constantly riding up, showcasing some of your butt. The front has about a dozen buttons going down to the middle of your stomach so you can control how much cleavage you want to show off. Opting for a good amount, enough to capture attention. It seemed like the most logical thing to go with, in this situation, whatever “situation” this was.

You find a brush in one of the drawers, brush out your hair and then make your way out of the bathroom and down the hall to check on Layla, she’s still sleeping soundly, so you walk back to the couch. Trying to drown out whatever noises you hear coming from Eddie’s room, you can’t make out if they’re laughs or moans and you’d rather keep it that way.

Some time goes by, while you’re scrolling on tik tok. Eddie’s door opens, as miss blondie walks out and leaves out the front door. A deep breath you didn’t even realize you were holding is released, after the door shuts. Your eyes are glued to your phone during her walk of shame, not wanting to see any marks or anything that’ll make this any worst for you.

You hear Eddie’s footsteps getting closer, so you decide to take a peek. Eddie’s in nothing but his black jeans, while his checkered boxers peak out the top and a cigarette behind his ear.

Why is he coming over here?

“What are you, doing?” He says as he takes a seat on the other end of the couch

“Just scrolling on my phone.” You say as you look over at him, his face looked flushed and sweaty, it makes your stomach hurt even more. God, you can’t believe you are feeling this way for Eddie, you like him. You wish you could fucking leave, you hate this, you hate these old feelings you’ve stuffed down for so long, popping back up like a fucking Jack in the box.

“You uh, you want me to order a pizza or something? I worked up an appetite.” He smirks

“Yeah, cool.” You say almost low enough to be a whisper

“Okay, um. Do you want to watch a movie or something?” He says as he looks down at your cleavage, nipples hard and on display.

“No, I’m okay.” You say as you get up and make your way to the kitchen to grab a drink.

You didn’t see it, but Eddie’s eyes were roaming your body, as he licked his lips. Yeah, he just had sex with some random girl, but that was only to get his mind off of you, and your annoying, fucking attitude. Eddie would never admit it, but he loved your stupid sassy personality. You didn’t take his shit. Fuck, he wanted you so bad. He starts to wonder if he just blew any chance with you, by having another girl over. Dammit, He definitely did, there’s no way you’d touch him now.

Part two

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[prince0fpaints]

Letting off some steam..

Venture x Reader

Warnings under cut!!

WARNINGS - mentions of male genitalia, choking, name calling/degrading, PLEASE PLEASE PLEAASSSEEE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!!

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“Hey, Sloan, did you hear about this deal at the mall today?”

God.

“Hey Sloan-y look at this cool stick I found!”

What now?

“Pebble.. Pay attention to me!!”

That was the straw that broke the camel's back, Sloan was already swamped with backup work from the wayfinders society, they were assigned a pretty difficult case; finding the location of king Beau’s ceramic crown, said to be lost forever, but with bits and pieces being found in iceland gave the society hope and they, in turn, decided to put the best of them on the case.

Sloan was honored, they were incredibly ecstatic! The second they got home and told you about it you were equally excited and willing to help them. However, they told you they could handle it on their own, and even though it put you in a pouty mood, you let your lover work.

You let them work.. And work.. And work.. And then you began to miss them, they rarely left the house and that was thanks to Joel at the society to give Sloan all the time they needed to pinpoint a rough location on the artifact. Every now and again you brought them food but never lingered too long, until they would be moving around the house, just for a change of scenery not to be pelted by your requests for attention. They were nice to you at first, being as gentle as possible, scolding you and giving you tiny bits of attention.. Which unknowingly reinforced you to bug them more for attention.

“Baby, I know you’ve been missing me but I've gotta work, okay.. Fine, one kiss.”

. . .

“Amor, I’ve got work to do.”

. . .

“Minx, compórtate bien. Odiaría castigarte.”

You forgot for a moment what their Spanish did to you. You couldn't make out much, barely any at all, but they were smiling so it must have been a praise! You smiled back and went back to chatting their ear off. Sloan was currently sitting criss-cross on the comfy futon in the living room, you sat next to them talking about nothing in particular, just chatting.

You would trace the outside lines of their tattoos, lingering over the one on their wrist as their arms were bare and vulnerable, thank you tank tops! They were dressed quite casually, A black tank top, and those cartoony boxers with skulls and crossbones printed on the fabric.

“And then she kinda just left without her cup of extra cheese, and then got mad when she came back when the movie ended and ate her nachos! Like c’mon lady! That's your fault, so like-”

You weren't able to get any more words out as a hand moved to cover your lips, your eyes recognized the beautiful tan skin that was littered with tattoos, your pupils traced up the appendage to sloan’s eyes. They looked pissed.

Messy hair, bags under their squinted eyes, eyebrows furrowed to enunciate their current emotion of annoyance. A slight grimace on their lips caused their teeth to peek out slightly as they tightened their grip before adjusting your body.

You were laying on your stomach now, nose pressed against their thigh as they placed their computer on the arm of the futon, you squirmed and grunted as you tried to move and they silenced you, quick.

“callarse la boca. quedarse quieto.”

Hot.

You did as told, even if you could barely translate, you knew full well what Sloan would say when they wanted someone to be quiet. Your movements stilled, eyes looking up at Sloan from where they held your head, much gentler now as they shifted on the futon.

They released you momentarily before lifting their hips off the cushions and slipping their boxers off just to the middle of their thighs. You swallowed, hard, eyes first spotting the leather straps wrapped perfectly around their sculpted abdomen, and a familiar sight met your gaze.

Their cock, their crazily colored, beautiful length.

You stared at it, unable to tear your eyes away as your eyes looked over the pinks, purples, and yellows on the slightly curved length. You swallowed once more, body twitching unknowingly as you felt Sloan’s gentle hand wipe away some drool you didn't realize escaped your mouth.

“Messy. Here, make yourself useful while I work.”

You wanted to, to just wrap your lips around it and make your partner happy but were met with resistance as their hand tugged your hair back.

“Control yourself. Don't you dare misbehave, I can stop this at any time.”

You whine, you love when they get all dominant like this but hate when they threaten to stop playing with you like this. You felt your head nod mindlessly, Sloan’s strong hand guiding your wanting mouth to the tip of their length.

You bobbed your head in a slow rhythm, Sloan groaned in satisfaction, their head rolling back as they praised your skillful tongue, though the shaft occupying your mouth was silicone, you swore sloan was feeling every little lick and suck. They removed their hand from your now messy locs and went back to typing. You mentally pout, you don't have their undivided attention. You wanted to hear them, to feel their hands on you, to be praised about your skillful mouth. You began to pull off to groan at them only to be pushed back down, gagging slightly in the process.

“You've been mouthing off all day, god, you've been so desperate for me, haven't you.”

Your hips shift at their tone, mind so clouded, their voice felt like it wormed its way into your brain.

“God. If you'd only shut up, I wouldn't have to stuff your useless mouth like this.”

You let out a muffled moan, tears dripping down your cheeks and onto their perfect thighs and the leather straps.

“But knowing you, you probably like this, don't you?.. Apuesto a que estás todo mojado ahí abajo. ¿Sí?”

You moan around the silicon you were choking on.

“putita.”

You quite literally prove their point right after.

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Vigilante

master list

dark master list

Post Hawkeye Series - (Female Reader X Kate Bishop)

Summary: You get saved by Clint Barton... or so you thought.

Word Count: 3.3K

TW: Guns, Men

You don't know why you moved to New York.

Okay, that's a lie. Yes, you do. You got a nice fancy job in the old Stark tower that paid you slightly more than you were qualified for.

Plus, you were determined to make it on your own. To prove to everyone back home, including your mother, that you could make it. Be someone. Look adversity in the eye and say fuck you!

But fucking adversity left you drained. Tired every day after working way longer than should be legally allowed. No time to socialize or find people with your interest. Not that you had much besides keeping up with the Avengers and binge-watching your three favorite sitcoms. You thought about getting a cat. One named Liho you saw on an adoption website, but a day later, the cat was snatched up.

Regardless, you wanted more from your life.

So here you were, walking home alone late on a Friday night after your numerous train stops.

Now, the part of the borough you lived in wasn't bad; it just had too many things going on with insufficient outlets. Speaking of that, there was another item on your list: find a new place.

As the late winter air nipped the sidewalk, you started making your way to your place when you turned the corner, finding yourself at the sight of a half dozen men in tracksuits.

You crossed your arms over the front of your cream-colored sweater and put your head down. Maybe if eye contact was lost, they would miss you.

If only.

"Hey, where are you going?" You didn't dare to look up as your Doc Martens hit the ground a little faster and harder. "Hey! Lady! We're talking to you." A second voice called out from behind you before a third one stopped you. Physically. With your head down so well, you didn't see the man until you fell on your butt on the dirty sidewalk.

"Now, now. We're not here to hurt you. We want to get to know you." He spoke, sending chills down your body. You began fumbling with your bag while doing your best to keep an eye on the ugly man with the funny voice. "Hey!" A fourth guy reached down and snatched your brown leather bag. "You won't be needing this!" The man laughed as he held up your pink can of pepper spray.

You were probably about to do something dumb when it happened.

THUNK

You watched as an arrow came and shot the can of pepper spray the guy was holding up. It sent the contents of the can directly into his eyes. Blinding him and leaving him a burning mess as the guys around you ducked in shock. You kept her head low, too. Not wanting to get sprayed or accidentally hit with an arrow.

But wait. Why would you get hit? That's when you smiled. An Avenger!

You crawled away from the crying man and lifted your head to look in the direction the arrow was fired but saw nothing on the rooftops.

The man behind you still screamed in pain as another one decided he was done and started to take off. But that's when you saw another arrow being fired from the laundry mat rooftop. You couldn't make out the shape of the person, but a bow and arrow gave away the identity. Clint Barton.

You watched as the arrow flew in front of the guy before it broke apart and formed a giant net. Wrapping the guy up and taking him down into a store window, knocking him out.

2 down. 4 to go. You thought.

But the tracksuit guys must've thought the same thing as one of them ran up to you and grabbed you. Pinning your right arm behind you. You tried your best to fight him off, but your slaps and swings didn't do anything, especially when he started to bend your arm.

You silently cursed yourself. You really should've taken those self-defense classes Collen Wing told you about.

"Show yourself, and we won't hurt her!" The man spoke in a heavy, accented voice. You winced as he tightened the tight grip he had on you. "Ow!" The man told you to shut up as the three other guys started forming a circle around you.

Safety in numbers and whatnot.

"Come out!" One of them yelled, making you smile. You knew an Avenger wouldn't give themselves away. Right now, they have the upper hand. The element of surprise they lose that and they-

"Alright! Here I am!"

Huh? You widened your eyes as a female voice loudly spoke from that same rooftop. Shit. You thought. This wasn't Clint Barton. This wasn't an Avenger. It was some girl playing vigilante...

But then the voice stepped into the glow of the moon.

You took back what you said.

This wasn't some dumb girl playing vigilante while risking both of your lives. This was some beautiful dumb girl playing vigilante, risking your lives.

Her pretty black hair and sharp jawline had you hooked.

Just wait till later when you got close enough to look into her eyes and take in her figure.

"Don't hurt her!" The voice called out as they took more steps on the rooftop before she was at the edge. What was she doing?

"Shoot that one!" The guy with his hold on you yelled to the other three guys. But as the three readied their guns, it was already too late because when you looked back to the rooftop, she was gone. "Fuck!" The guy to your left yelled. "Where did she go?!"

They were now growing more panicked, and you were loving it from being scared to amused in a couple of minutes. Don't get it twisted. You were still greatly concerned for your safety and well-being, but watching the guys who appeared to be tough now start freaking out over a girl with a string and two sticks was a little funny.

"Wait, I think I see-" Before the guy to your right could finish, an arrow was fired from an unknown direction, hitting him in the right arm. Like the guy before him, he was out like a light. When you squinted your eyes at the arrow, you could see it had a label on it. A label!

'Zzzzz,' you internally laughed and slowly couldn't wait to see who was saving your life.

3 down. 3 to go.

"Shit!" The guy behind you yelled. "Bro, where did that come from?! Where did it come from!"

"Over here!" She gleefully cheered!

The guy with his hold on you swung you around to the right as he tried to find her. "Fire!" He commanded the last two guys. "But-" "Do it!" You attempted to shout no, but it was too late. The two guys took some steps forward and started firing their guns. Silenced, of course. But as their bullets were fired in the direction they thought the girl was, from the corner of your eye, you saw her run across the street to your side of the road.

You tried your best to get a better look at her but failed. The last thing you saw was purple and a ponytail bouncing back and forth.

"Stop!" The one behind you, who you were now calling Dudley (Even though this was certainly not his name.), yelled. "Go check it out, bro." "You go." "I'm holding the hostage, bro!" You rolled your eyes and sighed. One of the three gave you a look but scoffed. "Fine! I'll check it out."

He began to walk forward and cross the street. "Anything?" Dudley asked. The one near the shot-out car was about to respond when he bent down. "Hey! Bro, it looks like she left an arrow-" As he grabbed it, it shocked him, sending him to the ground convulsing.

4 down. 2 to go.

"Fuck this!" The other grunt said as he took off running. Unknowingly to right where she was. So, as he was too busy yelling back at Dudley, the girl dressed in a purple superhero suit with her bow and arrow stepped out from behind a parked car and tripped him with it. He crashed into the sidewalk, and as if she had done it a thousand times before, she twirled her body around and pulled out an arrow, sending it right towards you.

Wait towards you?

Towards you?!

You tried your best to move out of the way! But the last tracksuit guy kept his hold on you; besides, it was too late. The arrow made contact!

Your eyes closed when it happened, but a second later, they were open. You weren't shot! Right? "Oh shit!" The girl from down the block yelled before she took off running towards you. "Don't move! Don't move!"

You were held hostage and witnessed a single woman take out six guys like an Avenger. You most certainly were not leaving.

When she finally made it in front of you. Your breath hitched. She was even more gorgeous up close. Now you could make put the details of her face. Her jaw still sharp, but her lips looked soft like pillows. She had a scratch on her chin and a bandaid on her left eyebrow. Her eyes were a mix of grey and blue. They briefly darted at you before she passed right by you. Wait...

You turned your body as she stopped two feet behind you. "Oh no, no, no!" She put a hand to her head and looked down to the ground. You looked down as well and couldn't believe your eyes.

"I didn't mean to pick that arrow, I promise! I don't even know why I carry it! I mean, what's the point of labeling these arrows if I'm not looking at which one I pick!" She rambled as you couldn't fathom what you were looking at. Sure, you heard the stories of Scott Lang. You went to see Rogers: The Musical. But in front of you on the sidewalk, you were looking at a couple-inch-tall Dudley, and you couldn't believe it.

You pushed your finger into him, knocking Dudley over.

"Hey, don't do that." The girl scolded you, making you look up at her. "He just held me hostage. Are you serious?" She dropped her mouth and closed it again. "I mean, you're not wrong, but now he's.. well.. that.." She looked back down to the ground. "What should we do?" She asked aloud. "We?!" You lifted your eyebrows to her, making her snap her head back to you. "Yeah. I was saving your life!"

"Well, I didn't ask you to use the shrinking arrow!"

"I didn't mean to!" She whined and looked back down at Dudley. "Wait, where is he?!" You looked back down and squatted, but you didn't see him either. "Quick check your shoes." She frantically looked at you. "I didn't step on him!"

"Check them!" She responded, checking hers. You rolled your eyes and checked.

"He's not here." You replied as you looked down the street. "Ummm.." The ponytail-wearing girl looked where you looked. Running under street lights was a rat that looked like it might be a little too big for its size. "You don't think-"

"No!" She quickly replied and turned her head. "I saved you. End of story." She waited for you to agree. "Okay. You saved me." You said as Kate pulled out her phone. "I'm reporting this. The police should be here soon." You didn't really hear here as your eyes traveled back to the rat. Further away. It's not smiling.. is it?

"Are you hurt?" You looked back at her. "Huh?" She smiled and took a step closer. "I asked if you were hurt. It looks like they didn't rough you up, but it's always nice to check." She smiled at you again, this time showing off her pearly whites. Fuck she's cute. Like really cute. Oh wait, it's now your turn to talk... "Fine, think, I am." You closed your eyes and let out a frustrated sigh, missing the lifesaver scrunching her nose as she laughed. "Sorry. I meant to say I think I am fine." You opened your eyes just in time to see her nod as her eyes looked you over.

Was she checking you out?

"Good." She replied with a nod, and she was about to say something else when: "You have pretty eyes." Excuse me?! Why did you say that?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!?

The archer seemed to be surprised by your statement and blushed. Hard! "Well, thank you. I must say, usually, people thank me or offer to buy me pizza, but this is nice, too." She laughed, breaking the nervous air you made happen. "I'm so sorry!" You groaned "Yes. Thank you for saving me, and I'm sorry for saying what I said. Not that it's not true. You do have pretty eyes. And your smile is great! Plus, I'm in love with your hair- But I didn't mean to say it aloud. It was just for me. But that doesn't mean-"

"Kate Bishop." She stopped you with two words while smiling. Holding out her hand. "What?" You questioned.

"Hi. I'm Kate Bishop. 23. I just saved your life, and this is our first time talking." She made a gesture to her extended hand. You sighed, relieved, and shook her slightly rough but still soft hand. "Thank you for saving my life, Kate Bishop. I'm Y/N Y/L/N. 25." Kate smiled as she felt your hand in hers. Soft. She thought.

"It was an honor to save such a beautiful lady with even prettier eyes," Kate said, making you blush, and a butterfly get pregnant in your stomach. "Do you flirt with all the people you save?" You questioned, still shaking her hand. Kate responded with a shake of the head. "First time."

"Then I am honored." You couldn't stop the smile that crawled onto your face as she dropped your hand. And neither could Kate watching you. "So, are you sure you're all good? No scratches or anything?" Kate asked, looking only into your eyes. "I'm all good. Now." You said.

"Do you live around here?" She asked. "Bold of you." Kate rolled her eyes. "I'm asking because I want to ensure you get home safely."

"Sureee." You said but lifted your hand and pointed to your building. "Right there." Kate looked at it and didn't like it, but not everyone could live in their mom's penthouse apartment after their own apartment was set on fire. "I'll walk you." Kate put a hand on your backside and started moving the two of you along. Passing the knocked-out guy on the sidewalk.

"Police should be here soon." She said when she saw you look at the guy.

"Okay." You replied as her hand rested now fully against you. This was nice, and your body couldn't help but remind you. Having someone care for you and touch you...

"Kate?" You asked as you were now getting closer to your place. "Do you do this often? The Vigilante thing?" Kate nodded immediately. "Practically all the time." She beamed. "I'm still new, but I was trained by Clint! You know Hawkeye!?" She enthusiastically proclaimed.

"Clint Barton trained you?!" You couldn't believe it. "Yep! Check it out!" She dropped your hand and pulled out her phone. On her Lock Screen was a picture of her and Clint with a golden retriever. "Oh my God! Holy shit! That's amazing!" A part of you wanted to say this was fake and that there's no way, but she did take out six guys and make it seem like fun, so you'd believe her regardless. Plus, she flirted with you. And checked you out!

"So, do you have a cool nickname? Wait, are you an Avenger?!" You stopped in front of your building and turned to Kate with all seriousness. "Are you?!" Kate did one of those yes/no faces. "Kind of. It's a grey area considering the Avengers aren't like a proper thing anymore, but yeah, I guess I am." She nodded and smiled. You smiled back. "That's so cool." You said.

Kate looked from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes. You both noticed. "You know..." She cleared her throat. "I could send you some pics of Clint and me if you want?" She asked, knowing what the answer would be.

"Oh yeah?" You caught on. "Yeah.. and maybe then I'd have your number." Kate bit her bottom lip before you agreed. "Having the number of the person who saved my life would be important. You know, in case anything like this were to happen again." You spoke as Kate put her number into your phone before sending herself a text. "Well, I hope nothing like this happens again," Kate said, handing you your phone before she continued. "I mean, I would save you, of course, but I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

That warmed your heart in more ways than one.

So, with pink cheeks, you turned to look at your building. You were about to walk up the steps when you stopped yourself. "You know.." Kate looked at you with peaked interest. "The police haven't come by yet, and we both know how dangerous this area can be.." Kate lightly nodded. "Plus, I'm enjoying getting to know the archer who saved me. So maybe we should keep walking.. together."

Kate smiled at you and took your hand in hers. "I know a safer place we can walk to."

"Lead the way."

Kate smiled and started pulling you further away from your place just as cop cars went speeding by the two of you.

"Thank you." You spoke as the flashing blue and red lights became a dot. "For saving me and all that." You flustered. "It's no problem. I would've done it anyways, but it helps that you're pretty and..." Kate trails off in thought before her eyes widen. "Maybe tonight you'll get lucky."

That made you laugh in a mixture of shock and nervousness.

"What!?" You exclaimed as your cheeks went from pink to red. "What?" Kate looked at you as if she said nothing wrong. "What did you say?" You asked.

"I said maybe tonight you'll get to meet Lucky."

She most certainly did not.

Right?

"Lucky?!" You asked. Kate released your hand and pulled out her phone again, showing you the Lock Screen. She pointed with her thumb at the golden retriever. "Lucky." You nodded and retook her hand once the phone was put away.

"So we're going to your place?"

That made Kate blush and realize she would have to say something sooner rather than later.

"Well... yeah. It's way safer, and I figured we wouldn't want to stop talking anytime soon, so why not.." Kate sheepishly looked at you, but all she saw were joy-filled eyes. "I'd like that if I can make one request."

"Okay?" That made Kate nervous. "I want a kiss. Like in the movies. Cliche."

Kate squeezed your hand and stopped. Now that made you nervous. "I mean, unless I'm totally reading the signs wrong." You sputtered. "In which case. I'm joking. This was an attempt to wanting more from life, and it was a joke at the same time somehow, so please igno-"

Kate kissed you to shut you up and because the signs were right.

From the moment Kate ran up to you after shrinking that guy, she had never seen a girl more beautiful. And let's remember she fought the Black Widow's sister. Her not-so-subtle flirting, along with your flustering, had made Kate's stomach do flips.

So kissing you was the easiest decision she made all night. Well, that and saving your life.

When Kate's pink lips left yours, you knew you were never leaving New York.

dividers by @/benkeibear

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My ask was sent prematurely: it was a freebie prompt for fluff or spice with Gentle Giant Jason

Jason hefted himself up on a barstool and accepted a beer with a smile of thanks- if he were here any other time, he might think you were mad at him but, he was here while you're closing up.

You're busy. And the reason you didn't kiss him hello was because you were counting a drawer and getting things ready to go to the safe. And Charlie expected the count to be correct and if it wasn't, things had to be accounted for.

"You're here early," you observe, finishing the count and leaning over the bar to kiss him hello.

"Wanted to see you," he hummed, nipping your lip. "I missed you."

When you smile and your eyes warm, he feels his heart stutter. "Well, I'll never say 'no' to the company of my night in leather armor."

"At your service, my lady," he said, grinning when you let your feet touch the ground again and flounce off to go finish your cleaning. Watching you huck bags closer to the door to make them easier to take out, Jason slips off the stol and lopes over, "Is this all of it, Beautiful?"

"Yeah," you call, "Thank you- be careful. Skippy is out there again and pissy."

"Skippy?"

"The raccoon that kept getting stuck in the dumpster last summer."

"You named him?"

"Of course I did- he's cute."

Jason watched you walk into a store room and chuckled, picking up the bags and taking them outside, shaking his head when a raccoon chittered at him and bolted into the shadows when he hurled the bags into the dumpster. "Chill out dude," Jason said, "Gotcha some snacks."

More chitters answer him and he shrugs, turning and going back inside to wash his hands, ducking into the men's room for a second. Only to come back out and freeze, smirking a little. "What's this?" he asked, surveying you where you're sitting, blouse unbuttoned, with lime and a bottle of tequila.

"Want a shot?" you ask him, smirking.

"Is the pope catholic?" he asked, smirking as he crossed the floor to lay you back on the bartop. He didn't give a fuck about the tequila, but- he loved licking the salt from your skin and taking the lime from you before the burn of the liquor seared down his throat and only deepened his sense of disorientation. He wanted the giggling, flustered kisses- he wanted you. And he wanted to taste you. To feel you squirming when he licked just below your navel slowly. And you don't disappoint. You never do. He definitely didn't mind doing your bitchwork if it meant he got his beer and a shot.

_____________

"No Jason?" Clark asked, looking around at the assembled bats who were eating a late dinner.

"He's getting his beer and a shot while he waits for Y/N to finish closing up," Steph said smirking.

Bruce frowned, "Her brother has her close up by herself?"

"I mean she's got a broadsword under the-" Dick started

"Charlie told her she can't have the broadsword anymore. It's a baseball bat now," Steph corrected.

"Also she's not by herself," Cass said patting Bruce's arm, "Jason keeps her company."

"Beer and a shot?" Clark asked.

"Sure," Steph shrugged, "He does a little bitch work and gets a drink- and a body shot but-"

"Literally didn't want to know that," Bruce sighed.

"Ditto," Clark chuckled, "And I'm not even sure what that is." He crossed the floor and kissed Bruce hello before rubbing the back of his neck sympathetically.

[heyitsme1040]

Broken Radiators & Movies [s.r]

summary : Reader is a nurse living in an apartment from the 1910s. It has its downfalls (a broken radiator that lets the cold seep in) and its perks (a super soldier neighbor). Meeting Steve Rogers is the biggest perk of living in the old building, and it leads to frequent movie nights. When the radiator is broken and a chill reaches the apartment, Steve lends the reader one of his sweaters. 

pairings : Steve Rogers x Reader

warnings : None really, mentions a bruise, mentions the reader working in the emergency room as a nurse. (If I missed anything please let me know!)

word count : 1,600

AO3 (x)

a/n : Day two of Comfortember is here! The prompt was ‘sweater weather’. So fun fact, I have some friends that really are ER nurses. The two funky little stories I wrote are real things my friends have encountered during a shift that was during the early hours of the morning. The things that happen in emergency rooms always seem so outlandish, I could never be a nurse from the stories I’ve heard. 

There were a lot of issues that came with your living in your apartment. It was an old building from the nineteen-tens, so this knowledge wasn’t surprising. Issues such as the faulty radiator that never worked in the winter, the windows weren’t insulated, the half-inch gap between the bottom of your front door and the floor, and the thin walls separating all the apartments. For as many issues there were, you couldn’t deny the benefits. Like the cheap rent, the sweet old lady who was the landlord, how few neighbors you had. Speaking of neighbors, the biggest benefit of this apartment was your next-door neighbor at the end of the hall. Steve Rogers, the Avengers’ very own Captain America. 

You recall when you first moved in the apartment being completely silent. You’d assumed it was vacant, until one day you heard your landlord, Mrs. Evelyn, greeting someone happily. Soon you heard the door next to yours open and close for the first time. A few minutes passed where you heard some movement next door before the silence you’d grown used to from it returned. Curious who your neighbor was, you decided it could wait considering the late hour it was. It was a few weeks before your schedules allowed your paths to cross again. 

You were in your hospital issued scrubs, balancing your grocery bags in one hand while holding a new plant in the other. Trying to get your key into the lock, you were ready to give up when they slipped from your fingers. With a defeated groan, you placed your head against the door while staring down at the keys. 

“Excuse me,” a friendly voice said. “Would you like some help?” 

“Please,” you answered while turning around. 

When you turned around, all you saw at first was blond hair, a muscular body bending down to grab your keys, and a leather jacket. Once he stood to his full height, you were shocked by how much this man towered over you. Steady hands slid your key into the lock and turned before retreating to his sides, leaving your key in the door. 

“Thank you,” you finally caught a glimpse at the man’s face, “Mister Rogers.”

His cheeks flushed lightly, “No problem miss…?”

“Y/N,” you shifted the plant to rest between your side and the arm holding your groceries to reach a hand out in greeting. “It’s nice to meet you.”

It’s been four months since meeting your quiet neighbor. You learned he wasn’t in often, having missions that last weeks at a time. It wasn’t uncommon for you to see him entering his apartment, still in uniform with his shield, as you were both coming home from and leaving for your shifts at the hospital. 

The two of you slowly became friends as your paths crossed. You’d begun to text occasionally; it was mainly Steve texting you his apologies whenever he’d be coming home at an ungodly hour. There were occasions where one of you would ask the other to grab the package that was being delivered, if either of you needed something from the store, or if you could explain to Steve something from the twenty-first century. Having one of earth’s mightiest heroes as your neighbor was a quiet affair. You’d grown close in your time together. 

It was time for your monthly movie night together. This month was at Steve’s apartment, and despite him arriving just this morning he insisted tonight be movie night. You had on your slippers and a pair of sweatpants alongside your black t-shirt with a fox printed on it. Knocking on his door, you adjusted the bag of snacks in your hand. The door opened quickly, Steve’s approach inaudible. 

“Hi,” he smiled, “come in.”

With how he towered over you, you had to look up from the white shirt that clung to him to meet his eyes. With your gaze moving upward it was no surprise when your eyes were focused on the dark bruise that was high on his cheekbone. You shuffled past him into his apartment. Once he closed the door, you couldn’t hold in your concern. 

“Are you alright? What happened?” You stood on your tiptoes to gently touch the skin around his bruise. 

“I’m fine,” he reassured. “It’ll be gone in the morning, plus it doesn’t even hurt.”

You pouted at his answer, but didn’t protest when he took your hand in his. He led you across the apartment to the living room, sitting the two of you on the couch. Before you could ask, he placed a blanket across your lap while you grabbed the remote. You cuddled into your side of the couch as he put his feet up on the coffee table. Tilting his head back to rest against the couch, he turned to face you.

“How was your shift?” He asked you like every time the two of you hung out. 

“Horrible,” you groaned. 

“What happened this time?” He chuckled.

“It was horrible. Today was my rotation at the emergency room, and I swear it was one of those days where the most bizarre people came in. A woman and her mother came in, and the mother claimed she was very dizzy. Making sure she was okay, we determined it was just vertigo. I was the one who had the pleasure of informing them of the diagnosis as well as handing over the discharge papers, but when I said it was just vertigo the daughter looked at me and replied with ‘no, she’s a libra’ and she was completely serious. Then as soon as they left I had to handle a fellow nurse who claimed a man that came in with kidney stones was just looking for drugs because ‘the uterus looks healthy.’ And that was at the start of my shift, it only went down from there.”

“That’s…a lot. But can I ask one question?”

“Sure.”

“What’s a libra?”

At his question I couldn’t contain the laughter that erupted from me. Steve furrowed his eyebrows at my reaction, and I finally managed to reply, “It has to do with when her birthday is,” between peals of laughter. 

Steve took a moment to process my words before he chuckled, too. Shaking his head, Steve gently took the remote from my hands. My giggles finally subsided as he turned on the television. 

“What do you want to discover today?” I gently ask. 

“I think the next movie on my list is Rocky. What is that?” He curiously looks at his small notebook. 

“It’s a movie about a boxer. Technically it’s five movies about a boxer, but overall it’s a boxing movie.”

“There’s five of them? I only have the first two, I thought that’s all there was.”

I shrug, “You don’t have to see them all. You don’t even need to watch all of the first one. It’s all about what you think you should learn about, y’know?”

“I guess so, yeah. I just don’t think we ever had movies that continued on that many times. Why would they do that?”

I grab the remote and begin to pull up the Rocky movies, “Well, some people really like them. And because of that, more movies about it get made.”

Steve nods at my response, focused on the television as the opening credits roll. I relax on the couch, enjoying being next to Steve. 

The sun has long since set and we are halfway through the third Rocky movie. The temperature has dropped and I can’t stop the occasional shivers that rush through me. It isn’t until another one hits that Steve pauses the movie. He quickly goes into a different room before emerging with a cream knitted sweater.  

“Sorry, the radiator’s broken again. This should help though,” he offers it to me as he sits down.

I stare for a moment before taking the sweater from his hand. I pull the soft material over my head and am shocked by just how much it engulfs me. The sleeves fall well past my hands and the sweater ends just above my knee. The soft material works quickly at capturing my warmth and keeping it around me. I sigh at the coziness of it before realizing the way it smells like Steve. A fresh, minty scent, clean smell, trapped in the fibers of the sweater. I curl into the sweater, enjoying having the material on me. Steve presses play on the movie again before sitting closer than before. 

It’s as the credits roll that a yawn escapes me. I stiffly stand up and stretch. Steve begins to pick up the snack wrappers from the couch while I shuffle to get my slippers on again. All too soon, Steve is following me to his front door. As I reach for the handle, Steve gently turns me around. 

“So I was thinking,” he starts off timidly, “that next time I’m back from a mission. Maybe we could go get dinner together? And maybe we can go around the city.”

“I’d really like that,” I smiled up at him. “It’s a date.”

“Yeah, it’s a date,” Steve smiles down at me, before kissing the top of my head.  

I wrap my arms around him loosely,“Oh! I almost forgot your sweater, here–”

“Hold onto it. It’ll keep you warm while I work on getting our radiators fixed. If mine’s broken again it’s likely yours will be, too.”

“Okay. Good night Steve,” I gently kissed his cheek. 

“Good night sweetheart.” Steve opens the door for me and I step out. 

I hear his door click shut moments after mine.

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[satan1999]

Tear You Apart - Glen Powell

When an infamous vampire slayer is recruited for a mission, He expects it to be an easy job, but this one had a little spice to it. Her hypnotizing eyes and beauty harden the job and trapped him in a trance, but something wasn't right with this one. She knew all his tricks and gadgets, so she has to play a game of her own to finish the job for him.

A/N: I’m sorry for traumatizing ya’ll and myself! It won’t happen again 😭

A cherry red mustang pulled in front of the church and opened its door revealing a young man, he's dressed in a faux leather coat and sunglasses taking over the top of his face. He tosses his keys in his hands and catches them while making his way inside the church. The cathedral doors opened revealing his group of clients dressed in their priest attire and bibles in hand. The church has a beautiful artwork painted onto the ceiling, capturing the last supper with doves around the art. His eyes align with the painting as he continues strolling into the church. Glen turns to the left and shakes hand with the bishop and guides him to a bench in the church, the man takes a seat and opens his bible to a verse.

"They sacrificed unto devils, not to God; to gods whom they knew not, to new gods that came newly up, whom your fathers feared not." The bishop reads, his tone serious and hurt as his eyes scanned the pages and drew a cross on Glen's forehead with holy water.

"Father, May I ask what you have brought me here for?" Glen questioned as he looked up to Bishop with a sense of confusion behind his question.

Before he could utter a word out of his mouth, a screech echoed through the church. Bishop jumped in fear and ducked down bringing Glen with him. The scream belonging to a woman gliding through the church dressed in black and a veil covering her face. She dragged her nails along the wood benches making an ear aching noise as they dug into the wood. She stopped beside the bishop and Glen bending down to get a smell of the two. She inhaled his scent and rolled her tongue along his neck; Glen reached into his pocket and pulled a clump of garlic. His stance frightening her as he stepped closer to her presence, The garlic held in the air above her as she looked hopelessly.

"You win this round, Garlic boy. I'll be back and trust I won't be defeated." she hissed.

She disappeared into thin air leaving the group back to their session. Glen rushed back to bishop and fanned him off, the sight of the pale lady caused him to faint in her presence. A priest handed Glen water allowing him to toss it onto Bishop's face. The cold water landed on his face waking him up and gasping loudly for air, he grabbed for his rosary and looked around for help. The other priests nursed him back to care and handed Glen a folded picture and note.

"This is who we need you to kill, hopefully the job isn't too difficult. We've been trying for years but she just won't be put down. Leading to us calling you as our last resort." The priest cried, while holding onto the cold body and silently prayed to God.

Glen nodded and took a look at the photo, It's a picture of a beautiful young woman with children. Her smile painted on her face, her brown skin glowing in the light, and her eyes filled with life. He felt bad for what she become but he was more worried about the children and their whereabouts. Glen kissed his fingers and pointed them to the sky as he headed back to his car. The town disappeared around him while he drove to the end, his music playing low as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, and he hummed to the tune. His slaying bag spilled onto the front seat revealing, A wooden stake, Garlic, A mirror, The bible, A spell book, and a flashlight. The sun laid down for slumber once he came to a stop in front of a bar. Glen opened the note reading over it, before stepping out of the car and making sure he has the right address. He pushes the barn doors open but the lights are off and it’s just him in the bar. A flashlight appeared in his hand as he searched through the place, not a single breath was heard but the wind and tumbleweeds. His boots quietly squealed along the wood floors of the bar. The figure of a woman sits on the bar counter with her legs parted and her hat covering her eyes. Glen pointed the light to her face, revealing the woman from earlier, her eyes darker than they were when he first met her. Her smile sinister and her tongue gliding along her lips, she gestured for him to come closer.

Glen backed up towards the wall and gripped onto the stake in his hand hoping it would scare her, "The old fashion wooden stake, I've been through thousands of those. You can't kill me with just one." she mimicked, her posture growing taller as she scooted closer to the edge of the counter. "Come be a good boy and sit in between mama's legs."

"I'm not afraid to pull the garlic back out, darling. This ain't my first rodeo with your kind." Glen scoffed while keeping the flashlight in her face and his stake pointed to her heart. "Selene, what did you do to those children?"

"Aw, let's try this again."

Her finger moves in a circular motion and her eyes glow red while watching Glen follow her instructions and stand between her legs, the woman smiled and revealed sharp fangs. He screamed before she slapped her hand on his mouth and bit into his neck. His cries for help silenced as the pain in his neck amped up and tears slid down his face. She snatched her teeth from his neck and wiped her mouth of his blood. Her nails digging in his back and her legs tight around his waist. She pulled his shirt off and traced his chest with her cutthroat nails. She liked what she saw. The body of the innocent and another host, she hypnotized Glen again and got him to mindlessly explore her body. He took the hat off her head and threw it to the ground, making a plop sound. His hot breath on her stomach as he laid her down on the counter and glided his tongue from her navel to her stomach, to her neck. Glen began making love to her neck and using his fingers to wrap around the tassels on her chaps. Their bodies grind against each other while her sirenic moans echoed through the bar. Her chin rested on his shoulder while he stuffed his fingers in her and continued bumping his clothed groin against her. Glen groaned as her nails dug deeper into his spine, creating long scratches along his back. Selene reached for his member and proceeded to pull it out. A moan escaped his mouth leaving him to shiver at the warmth of her mouth. He stood in fear as Selene stabbed her nails into his thighs and held him place while she began sucking his friend.

Glen grabbed a handful of hair and thrusted himself into her mouth letting his moans fill up the bar and into her ears. She bit a fang into his member and sucked a little bit of blood from it causing Glen to scream in pain and push her head back from him. "What are you doing? It hurts!" he screamed while her nails stayed into him. Selene let out a resonance laugh; she enjoyed seeing him in unbearable pain while she toyed with him.

Glen whimpered and bit his bottom lip as Selene pulled her nails from his thighs, her eyelashes batted towards him as she directed him down to her precious jewel. He pushed her legs closed and pushed her off the counter, she landed on her back crushing his bag and became stabbed with the mirror shards he had earlier. Selene screeched and quickly stood to her feet; Glen had already run to the other side of the room with another stake on standby. He aimed the stake for her stomach and missed it, landing onto the floor. Silence occurred as She stood in front of the stake and slowly looked into his eyes, Selene launched towards him and slammed into the wall while he rushed to the other side.

"We were just having fun, why'd you stop? I was close to turning you over." she mocked, sneaking over to him and twirling her hair in her fingers.

"We had our fun, but what happened to those kids? I know an accident didn't happen." Glen questioned as he reached in his bag and pulled the photo out, showing her the children and her in the photo.

"Oh, those bastards. I gutted them from the inside out and threw their bodies in the bayou down south."

Selene grabs a hold of Glen and pushes him into a chair, her legs holding him down as she hops on top of him and wets her fingers. she slides her fingers into her and grinds against them as Glen stops struggling underneath her and watches intensely. "If I help you with this heat, Will you let me go?" he begged while she reached for his member and shoved it into her. She nodded and slid up and down on him as he took the nod as confirmation and got to work. Glen picked her up and laid her on the counter, He roughly thrusted into her and held the back of her head holding her in position. He began groaning again as he had to admit she felt amazing inside, but it wasn't his job. Glen was supposed to kill this creature and move to next but here he is fucking a vampire and might turn later since she bit him twice. With the thought in his mind, He went harder with his pace and grabbed a hold of her throat choking her.

"With that grip, you might as well kill me." She begged while reaching for his hand, tightening his grip and digging her nails into his wrist.

Glen took those words and did what was told, He pulled out and placed his face between her legs. Her thighs crushing his head as he licked and sucked at her clit, her screams mimicking a banshee with the built-up pleasure she had for centuries. Glen struggled trying to lift his head from her legs, the bite slowly turning him as he kept tasting her. He growled and scratched her ass. Selene shrieked and grabbed the stake stabbing him in his back. Glen's body fell to the floor as she kicked the garlic near his nose and wiped her mouth. She kissed his temple and waltzed out the bar in the sunlight, letting herself burn to death. A cherry red mustang pulled in front of the church and opened its door revealing a young man, he's dressed in a faux leather coat and sunglasses taking over the top of his face. He tosses his keys in his hands and catches them while making his way inside the church. The cathedral doors opened revealing his group of clients dressed in their priest attire and bibles in hand. The church has a beautiful artwork painted onto the ceiling, capturing the last supper with doves around the art. His eyes align with the painting as he continues strolling into the church. Glen turns to the left and shakes hand with the bishop and guides him to a bench in the church, the man takes a seat and opens his bible to a verse.

"They sacrificed unto devils, not to God; to gods whom they knew not, to new gods that came newly up, whom your fathers feared not." The bishop reads, his tone serious and hurt as his eyes scanned the pages and drew a cross on Glen's forehead with holy water.

"Father, May I ask what you have brought me here for?" Glen questioned as he looked up to Bishop with a sense of confusion behind his question.

Before he could utter a word out of his mouth, a screech echoed through the church. Bishop jumped in fear and ducked down bringing Glen with him. The scream belonging to a woman gliding through the church dressed in black and a veil covering her face. She dragged her nails along the wood benches making an ear aching noise as they dug into the wood. She stopped beside the bishop and Glen bending down to get a smell of the two. She inhaled his scent and rolled her tongue along his neck; Glen reached into his pocket and pulled a clump of garlic. His stance frightening her as he stepped closer to her presence, The garlic held in the air above her as she looked hopelessly.

"You win this round, Garlic boy. I'll be back and trust I won't be defeated." she hissed.

She disappeared into thin air leaving the group back to their session. Glen rushed back to bishop and fanned him off, the sight of the pale lady caused him to faint in her presence. A priest handed Glen water allowing him to toss it onto Bishop's face. The cold water landed on his face waking him up and gasping loudly for air, he grabbed for his rosary and looked around for help. The other priests nursed him back to care and handed Glen a folded picture and note.

"This is who we need you to kill, hopefully the job isn't too difficult. We've been trying for years but she just won't be put down. Leading to us calling you as our last resort." The priest cried, while holding onto the cold body and silently prayed to God.

Glen nodded and took a look at the photo, It's a picture of a beautiful young woman with children. Her smile painted on her face, her brown skin glowing in the light, and her eyes filled with life. He felt bad for what she become but he was more worried about the children and their whereabouts. Glen kissed his fingers and pointed them to the sky as he headed back to his car. The town disappeared around him while he drove to the end, his music playing low as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, and he hummed to the tune. His slaying bag spilled onto the front seat revealing, A wooden stake, Garlic, A mirror, The bible, A spell book, and a flashlight. The sun laid down for slumber once he came to a stop in front of a bar. Glen opened the note reading over it, before stepping out of the car and making sure he has the right address. He pushes the barn doors open but the lights are off and it’s just him in the bar. A flashlight appeared in his hand as he searched through the place, not a single breath was heard but the wind and tumbleweeds. His boots quietly squealed along the wood floors of the bar. The figure of a woman sits on the bar counter with her legs parted and her hat covering her eyes. Glen pointed the light to her face, revealing the woman from earlier, her eyes darker than they were when he first met her. Her smile sinister and her tongue gliding along her lips, she gestured for him to come closer.

Glen backed up towards the wall and gripped onto the stake in his hand hoping it would scare her, "The old fashion wooden stake, I've been through thousands of those. You can't kill me with just one." she mimicked, her posture growing taller as she scooted closer to the edge of the counter. "Come be a good boy and sit in between mama's legs."

"I'm not afraid to pull the garlic back out, darling. This ain't my first rodeo with your kind." Glen scoffed while keeping the flashlight in her face and his stake pointed to her heart. "Selene, what did you do to those children?"

"Aw, let's try this again."

Her finger moves in a circular motion and her eyes glow red while watching Glen follow her instructions and stand between her legs, the woman smiled and revealed sharp fangs. He screamed before she slapped her hand on his mouth and bit into his neck. His cries for help silenced as the pain in his neck amped up and tears slid down his face. She snatched her teeth from his neck and wiped her mouth of his blood. Her nails digging in his back and her legs tight around his waist. She pulled his shirt off and traced his chest with her cutthroat nails. She liked what she saw. The body of the innocent and another host, she hypnotized Glen again and got him to mindlessly explore her body. He took the hat off her head and threw it to the ground, making a plop sound. His hot breath on her stomach as he laid her down on the counter and glided his tongue from her navel to her stomach, to her neck. Glen began making love to her neck and using his fingers to wrap around the tassels on her chaps. Their bodies grind against each other while her sirenic moans echoed through the bar. Her chin rested on his shoulder while he stuffed his fingers in her and continued bumping his clothed groin against her. Glen groaned as her nails dug deeper into his spine, creating long scratches along his back. Selene reached for his member and proceeded to pull it out. A moan escaped his mouth leaving him to shiver at the warmth of her mouth. He stood in fear as Selene stabbed her nails into his thighs and held him place while she began sucking his friend.

Glen grabbed a handful of hair and thrusted himself into her mouth letting his moans fill up the bar and into her ears. She bit a fang into his member and sucked a little bit of blood from it causing Glen to scream in pain and push her head back from him. "What are you doing? It hurts!" he screamed while her nails stayed into him. Selene let out a resonance laugh; she enjoyed seeing him in unbearable pain while she toyed with him.

Glen whimpered and bit his bottom lip as Selene pulled her nails from his thighs, her eyelashes batted towards him as she directed him down to her precious jewel. He pushed her legs closed and pushed her off the counter, she landed on her back crushing his bag and became stabbed with the mirror shards he had earlier. Selene screeched and quickly stood to her feet; Glen had already run to the other side of the room with another stake on standby. He aimed the stake for her stomach and missed it, landing onto the floor. Silence occurred as She stood in front of the stake and slowly looked into his eyes, Selene launched towards him and slammed into the wall while he rushed to the other side.

"We were just having fun, why'd you stop? I was close to turning you over." she mocked, sneaking over to him and twirling her hair in her fingers.

"We had our fun, but what happened to those kids? I know an accident didn't happen." Glen questioned as he reached in his bag and pulled the photo out, showing her the children and her in the photo.

"Oh, those bastards. I gutted them from the inside out and threw their bodies in the bayou down south."

Selene grabs a hold of Glen and pushes him into a chair, her legs holding him down as she hops on top of him and wets her fingers. she slides her fingers into her and grinds against them as Glen stops struggling underneath her and watches intensely. "If I help you with this heat, Will you let me go?" he begged while she reached for his member and shoved it into her. She nodded and slid up and down on him as he took the nod as confirmation and got to work. Glen picked her up and laid her on the counter, He roughly thrusted into her and held the back of her head holding her in position. He began groaning again as he had to admit she felt amazing inside, but it wasn't his job. Glen was supposed to kill this creature and move to next but here he is fucking a vampire and might turn later since she bit him twice. With the thought in his mind, He went harder with his pace and grabbed a hold of her throat choking her.

"With that grip, you might as well kill me." She begged while reaching for his hand, tightening his grip and digging her nails into his wrist.

Glen took those words and did what was told, He pulled out and placed his face between her legs. Her thighs crushing his head as he licked and sucked at her clit, her screams mimicking a banshee with the built-up pleasure she had for centuries. Glen struggled trying to lift his head from her legs, the bite slowly turning him as he kept tasting her. He growled and scratched her ass. Selene shrieked and grabbed the stake stabbing him in his back. Glen's body fell to the floor as she kicked the garlic near his nose and wiped her mouth. She kissed his temple and waltzed out the bar in the sunlight, letting herself burn to death. A cherry red mustang pulled in front of the church and opened its door revealing a young man, he's dressed in a faux leather coat and sunglasses taking over the top of his face. He tosses his keys in his hands and catches them while making his way inside the church. The cathedral doors opened revealing his group of clients dressed in their priest attire and bibles in hand. The church has a beautiful artwork painted onto the ceiling, capturing the last supper with doves around the art. His eyes align with the painting as he continues strolling into the church. Glen turns to the left and shakes hand with the bishop and guides him to a bench in the church, the man takes a seat and opens his bible to a verse.

"They sacrificed unto devils, not to God; to gods whom they knew not, to new gods that came newly up, whom your fathers feared not." The bishop reads, his tone serious and hurt as his eyes scanned the pages and drew a cross on Glen's forehead with holy water.

"Father, May I ask what you have brought me here for?" Glen questioned as he looked up to Bishop with a sense of confusion behind his question.

Before he could utter a word out of his mouth, a screech echoed through the church. Bishop jumped in fear and ducked down bringing Glen with him. The scream belonging to a woman gliding through the church dressed in black and a veil covering her face. She dragged her nails along the wood benches making an ear aching noise as they dug into the wood. She stopped beside the bishop and Glen bending down to get a smell of the two. She inhaled his scent and rolled her tongue along his neck; Glen reached into his pocket and pulled a clump of garlic. His stance frightening her as he stepped closer to her presence, The garlic held in the air above her as she looked hopelessly.

"You win this round, Garlic boy. I'll be back and trust I won't be defeated." she hissed.

She disappeared into thin air leaving the group back to their session. Glen rushed back to bishop and fanned him off, the sight of the pale lady caused him to faint in her presence. A priest handed Glen water allowing him to toss it onto Bishop's face. The cold water landed on his face waking him up and gasping loudly for air, he grabbed for his rosary and looked around for help. The other priests nursed him back to care and handed Glen a folded picture and note.

"This is who we need you to kill, hopefully the job isn't too difficult. We've been trying for years but she just won't be put down. Leading to us calling you as our last resort." The priest cried, while holding onto the cold body and silently prayed to God.

Glen nodded and took a look at the photo, It's a picture of a beautiful young woman with children. Her smile painted on her face, her brown skin glowing in the light, and her eyes filled with life. He felt bad for what she become but he was more worried about the children and their whereabouts. Glen kissed his fingers and pointed them to the sky as he headed back to his car. The town disappeared around him while he drove to the end, his music playing low as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, and he hummed to the tune. His slaying bag spilled onto the front seat revealing, A wooden stake, Garlic, A mirror, The bible, A spell book, and a flashlight. The sun laid down for slumber once he came to a stop in front of a bar. Glen opened the note reading over it, before stepping out of the car and making sure he has the right address. He pushes the barn doors open but the lights are off and it’s just him in the bar. A flashlight appeared in his hand as he searched through the place, not a single breath was heard but the wind and tumbleweeds. His boots quietly squealed along the wood floors of the bar. The figure of a woman sits on the bar counter with her legs parted and her hat covering her eyes. Glen pointed the light to her face, revealing the woman from earlier, her eyes darker than they were when he first met her. Her smile sinister and her tongue gliding along her lips, she gestured for him to come closer.

Glen backed up towards the wall and gripped onto the stake in his hand hoping it would scare her, "The old fashion wooden stake, I've been through thousands of those. You can't kill me with just one." she mimicked, her posture growing taller as she scooted closer to the edge of the counter. "Come be a good boy and sit in between mama's legs."

"I'm not afraid to pull the garlic back out, darling. This ain't my first rodeo with your kind." Glen scoffed while keeping the flashlight in her face and his stake pointed to her heart. "Selene, what did you do to those children?"

"Aw, let's try this again."

Her finger moves in a circular motion and her eyes glow red while watching Glen follow her instructions and stand between her legs, the woman smiled and revealed sharp fangs. He screamed before she slapped her hand on his mouth and bit into his neck. His cries for help silenced as the pain in his neck amped up and tears slid down his face. She snatched her teeth from his neck and wiped her mouth of his blood. Her nails digging in his back and her legs tight around his waist. She pulled his shirt off and traced his chest with her cutthroat nails. She liked what she saw. The body of the innocent and another host, she hypnotized Glen again and got him to mindlessly explore her body. He took the hat off her head and threw it to the ground, making a plop sound. His hot breath on her stomach as he laid her down on the counter and glided his tongue from her navel to her stomach, to her neck. Glen began making love to her neck and using his fingers to wrap around the tassels on her chaps. Their bodies grind against each other while her sirenic moans echoed through the bar. Her chin rested on his shoulder while he stuffed his fingers in her and continued bumping his clothed groin against her. Glen groaned as her nails dug deeper into his spine, creating long scratches along his back. Selene reached for his member and proceeded to pull it out. A moan escaped his mouth leaving him to shiver at the warmth of her mouth. He stood in fear as Selene stabbed her nails into his thighs and held him place while she began sucking his friend.

Glen grabbed a handful of hair and thrusted himself into her mouth letting his moans fill up the bar and into her ears. She bit a fang into his member and sucked a little bit of blood from it causing Glen to scream in pain and push her head back from him. "What are you doing? It hurts!" he screamed while her nails stayed into him. Selene let out a resonance laugh; she enjoyed seeing him in unbearable pain while she toyed with him.

Glen whimpered and bit his bottom lip as Selene pulled her nails from his thighs, her eyelashes batted towards him as she directed him down to her precious jewel. He pushed her legs closed and pushed her off the counter, she landed on her back crushing his bag and became stabbed with the mirror shards he had earlier. Selene screeched and quickly stood to her feet; Glen had already run to the other side of the room with another stake on standby. He aimed the stake for her stomach and missed it, landing onto the floor. Silence occurred as She stood in front of the stake and slowly looked into his eyes, Selene launched towards him and slammed into the wall while he rushed to the other side.

"We were just having fun, why'd you stop? I was close to turning you over." she mocked, sneaking over to him and twirling her hair in her fingers.

"We had our fun, but what happened to those kids? I know an accident didn't happen." Glen questioned as he reached in his bag and pulled the photo out, showing her the children and her in the photo.

"Oh, those bastards. I gutted them from the inside out and threw their bodies in the bayou down south."

Selene grabs a hold of Glen and pushes him into a chair, her legs holding him down as she hops on top of him and wets her fingers. she slides her fingers into her and grinds against them as Glen stops struggling underneath her and watches intensely. "If I help you with this heat, Will you let me go?" he begged while she reached for his member and shoved it into her. She nodded and slid up and down on him as he took the nod as confirmation and got to work. Glen picked her up and laid her on the counter, He roughly thrusted into her and held the back of her head holding her in position. He began groaning again as he had to admit she felt amazing inside, but it wasn't his job. Glen was supposed to kill this creature and move to next but here he is fucking a vampire and might turn later since she bit him twice. With the thought in his mind, He went harder with his pace and grabbed a hold of her throat choking her.

"With that grip, you might as well kill me." She begged while reaching for his hand, tightening his grip and digging her nails into his wrist.

Glen took those words and did what was told, He pulled out and placed his face between her legs. Her thighs crushing his head as he licked and sucked at her clit, her screams mimicking a banshee with the built-up pleasure she had for centuries. Glen struggled trying to lift his head from her legs, the bite slowly turning him as he kept tasting her. He growled and scratched her ass. Selene shrieked and grabbed the stake stabbing him in his back. Glen's body fell to the floor as she kicked the garlic near his nose and wiped her mouth. She kissed his temple and waltzed out the bar in the sunlight, letting herself burn to death.

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One of the few perks of about being a private investigator was access to information, and a face went a long enough way for Jeanne as she had been forced ( by her assistant ) to issue an apology to the poor woman who had gotten caught up in her previous ordeal. Delivered in her mailbox was a letter, handwritten and signed J.B. The letter, when read would read the following:

I hope our first meeting gave you a good first impression (she has crossed out good ). My assistant, upon his return, urged me to send an apology for the problems that may have occurred and he hopes you won't sue him (I for one can handle a lawsuit). I do wish to apologize and make up for the conversation we couldn't have. Coffee is on me. You will find at the Cafe listed down below.

P.S before you wonder how I found your address, I'm a private investigator (and you left your wallet).

Tucked withing the mailbox were the wallet.

No tricks this time, just good old coincidence (for she could have done enough sleuthing with just her face). For the poor woman who got wrapped up with Jeanne the other day !

The loss of a wallet was a shame, she liked the print of leather in that one. Plus it was her 40th present from Eijun, so when she returned home that evening to find herself with mail and a gift inside - the very item she's been mourning the loss of. She felt her heart skip a beat at holding the leather to her chest again. Cards all inside, discounts and number cards, a photo of herself and said brother in animal ear filters when they were way younger than their current times.

She didn't hesitate to open up the letter that it seemingly came with and with a laugh, she moved herself to the kitchenette to read it as she placed her bag aside and washed her hands from the outside germs and took down her hair with a relieved hum and itch. "Coffee, huh?" It wasn't the best time for caffeine, but to be honest - she did need to have her patient looked at from a hunch in her core. A bad idea really but she wasn't a fool, she knew her legal rights outside and inside her business.

Sighing as she gathered her wallet to place into her bag once more, she moved to the bedroom to change her blouse and reapply perfumes with adjusting the minimal make-up worn. Leaving her hair down as the ache to her scalp was already irritating her, she took a moment to step aside and change her wedges for flats. Just a hunch, just in case… It was crazy to think about really. She knew PI's had the drama on TV about being hated for their work but to be a part of that?

At that crazy height too?

Well, at least she got to sleep well that night, stuck with the smell of Jeanne's clothes on her own. The heat of her skin, the shear strength in both body and mind she expelled in the moment of worthy of screaming if one was not calmed enough. Ji Ae couldn't help herself in thinking back to it either, they were practically slotted to each other to hide, instead of merely asking how much it'll cost to get proof upon a possible domestic abuse situation - she was instead in an action movie with a beautiful woman as a guardian.

Checking her phone for the first time, she took off again to the front door. Scooping up the letter, her keys and headed back outside to go meet up with the lady in waiting. She couldn't say she wasn't bursting with questions - since she was pretty much ushered home after climbing back inside.

"Just a cup then." She told herself, adjusting her bag's strap and climbing into her car once more to head for the address on the note.

[bullet-prooflove]

Chasing Fires - Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek: Chapter Nine

RATED M

Brian Zvonecek has spent most of his adult life fighting fires, now it’s time to chase one.

Follows on from Million Reasons but is a stand alone fic.

Tagging   @orileyfiction for all her help and support! Also @me-ladie​ for being the wonderful person she is and betaing.

- Chapter One

- Chapter Two

- Chapter Three

- Chaper Four

- Chapter Five

- Chapter Six

- Chapter Seven

- Chapter Eight

It was late when Kat turned up at Brian’s apartment, clad in a long overcoat that covered the dress from earlier this evening. Her black overnight bag clasped between her hands. There were butterflies in her chest, they darted around her ribs as she remembered that kiss. The passion, the intensity, the roaring fire that had licked through her core. When the door opened Brian stood before her, a dark wave falling across his forehead as that handsome smile crossed his features. He was clad in a faded grey Serenity t-shirt and navy blue CFD sweats. 

“You did say anytime,” she said coyly. 

“I did,” He said, opening the door to allow her inside. 

She was barely through it when he leaned into her proximity, trapping her between the wall and his body. She dropped the bag at their feet. Her hands came to rest on his hips, her fingers gripping his t-shirt as she tugged him closer. Brian’s forearm came to rest on the wall above her, his head dipping low so that their faces were almost touching. 

“Cruz?” She queried quietly as her fingers crept up his chest until she could feel his heart beating underneath her fingertips.

“Big MMA fight, he’s gone all night.” 

Kat’s fingers twined in his hair as she kissed him. He smelt like frankincense, a combination of citrus and freshness. He was intoxicating, a force of nature. His athletic form pressed against her body, the perfect fit. His lips were smouldering, his kisses heated as he pulled open the coat and let it fall from her shoulders. He drew back for a moment, his fingertips pressing into the leather of the dress as he drank in the sight of her. The swell of her breasts, the curve of her waist and those legs, he couldn’t wait to run his hands up them. 

“Take me to bed.” She breathed, her eyes feverish.

His fingers entwined with hers as he led her to the bedroom. Kat perched on the end of his bed, a salacious smile on those beautiful features as she leaned back amongst the navy-blue sheets, resting on her elbows. He moistened his lips before dropping to his knees, his dark eyes fixed on hers. His balmy hand came to rest on her ankle, sending a sensuous thrill racing through Kat’s core. He removed her shoes, setting them neatly at the foot of the bed before his thumbs caressed along the muscles in her calves working out the knots. He was slow and methodical, his fingertips seeking out those sensitive areas drawing gratifying sounds out of her mouth. He parted her legs, catching a flash of black lace. The stubble on his cheeks grazed the sensitive flesh above her knee as his dexterous mouth ascended, following the trail left by his wandering hands as they slipped underneath her skirt. His fingers grazed the sliver of black lace, toying with the elastic.

“Kat, look at me.” He requested, those dark eyes of his smouldering as his breath ghosted across her wet core. “Do you want this?”

“More than anything.” She whispered, her fingers tangling in his cropped curls. 

He guided her panties down along her legs before casting them away. She was soaking wet, glistening under the light from the lamp. His dick was throbbing in his sweatpants at the prospect of tasting her. How long had he fantasised about this, about having her at his mercy. He swiped his tongue over her clit, she cried out at the sensation. A delectable sound that made his pulse quicken as he devoured her like she was just the sweetest fucking thing. His hands gripped her thighs, pinning her hips in place. She writhed against his mouth as he sucked her clit, his tongue delved deep inside her, thrusting, fucking until her breathes became ragged and skin flushed. 

That sound she made when she came, Jesus Christ, it was all he could do not to lose it right there and then. He held her in place, licking up that honeyed cum before he started all over again. He was slower this time, his tongue sweeping over that overstimulated nub, coaxing the pleasure out of her once more. Her grip in his hair tightened, pulling at the roots, and making him moan against her, his cock leaking against the fabric of his sweatpants. He drew away, wiping the bottom of his t-shirt across his mouth before stripping it from his torso. 

That dress hiked up around her waist, blissed out look on those pretty features of hers. This was where she was supposed to be, here with him in his bed. He crawled up along the length of Kat’s body. Her hands smoothed over the muscular planes of his back, nails grazing across his skin as she lay beneath him.

Pink blossomed across her cheeks as she smiled. He dipped his head low, kissing those pert lips of hers. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He told her, his fingers entwining with hers as he guided her hand up above her head. “I could spend hours going down on you, worshipping you with my tongue.”

She arched up against his body, grinding against his deprived cock. He could feel her wetness through the material of his sweatpants. She was soaked for him, desperate and wanting. 

“Let me see you.” She whispered against the corner of his mouth. “All of you.”

“I’ll show mine if you show me yours.” He said wolfishly, his hand running down her side, tugging at the material of her attire.

They undressed each other slowly, with tender kisses and explorative touches that left them both needy and wanton. Kat’s palms caressed his chest, her lips gracing the raised flesh of his scar. His fingers threaded through her hair as she kissed the delicate flesh. No one had touched him like that before, when he looked in the mirror he saw a disfigurement, a part of him that no one would ever love.  Kat was changing that story, restructuring the narrative. The way her fingers stroked across it made him feel revered, as if he was someone to cherish, someone to love. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” She told him, her thumb tracing over the uneven ridges. “You know how many times I’ve imagined being with you like this? I have spent nights fantasising about the way you’d feel, the noises you’d make, the way you taste…”

Her teeth grazed that deviant spot just underneath the curve of his jaw, making him grunt as his hips twitched.

“You’re the most gorgeous fucking man I’ve ever seen.”

Something surged inside of him, a confidence, a certainty, a pride he hadn’t felt in such a long time. She was the only one that could do this to him, that could make him feel this way.

Sexy, desirable, cared for. 

“I need you.” She murmured, tilting her head up to look into those dark eyes of his. “I need every single part of you.” 

Her thighs hugged his hips, her wetness dripping across his cock. His hands gripped her tight, fingers kneading into the skin, his control threadbare.  

“Kat…” his voice was hoarse. 

“Condom?” 

“Top drawer.” 

She reached across him, her slick folds rubbing across the tip of his dick. He cried out at the sensation, his entire body tensing. Kat grasped the condom, tearing it open with eager fingers before she pinched the tip and rolled it down his aching cock. He guided her into the lotus position, craving the intimacy that came with it, the face-to-face contact, the feel of her in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist. The moment she sank down, he felt like he’d died and gone straight to heaven. They rocked together, slow intense thrusts that hit that sweet spot deep inside of Kat. He chased her pleasure, drawing it out as she reached her peak before he stole her breath away all over again. 

“мое солнышко.” He whispered into the curve her throat. “моя любовь.“

My sunshine, my love.

Words that came from the very core of his soul, that meant so much more in Russian than they did in English.

Those deviant little noises of hers resounded in his ears, her breath hitching as his fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her mouth back to his. She clenched around his dick, clutching it like a velvet fist. The ecstasy hit him like a storm front, it was thunder, lightning and electricity shooting through every single one of his synapses as Kat sent him careening over the edge. He held her close in the aftermath, their kisses languid as his hands ghosted over her sensitive skin. Brian looped his arm around her waist, tumbling them both backwards onto the sheets. She laughed, that beautiful airy sound resounding in his ears as she draped herself over him. 

The two of them like this …

It was perfect.

[dragonnan]

Inspired by the post by @7-percent I thought I'd make a post, as well, about in-progress stories. The rule is to post the first lines of incomplete works - I think it can either be posted or unposted pieces. As I've already done one of these for posted works I'll make this one everything I've yet to post (though not EVERYTHING as that's a huge amount).

Untitled Tony Stark VS Wilson Fisk story: Late afternoon sunlight had turned every pane of glass into a pool of gold. The patio doors of the tall office building had been left open – allowing the haze of late day warmth to coil upwards; carried on drafts of air heated from the concrete below. Rubber soles squeaked against marble that knew mainly Italian leather and the rare alligator hide. Two-hundred dollar sneakers were incongruous to the wealth of the man sporting them, but then, Tony Stark had never been a fan of the expected.

“What Did You Do?” Bingo Prompt - Doctor Strange: “I groveled. I groveled my ass off. And then I made sure that I followed through on every single promise that I made to her.” Was the answer to the question that Stephen had never, actually, asked. Was there something on his face that screamed “single guy in desperate need of dating advice”?

“What?”

Tony smirked. “You have been ogling the pretty lady doctor for five minutes. Either you are more of a creeper than I'd pegged you for or there's a history with you two that resulted in the lost puppy face you've been sporting.”

Malaise Story Prompt - Sherlock: The violent sneezing could be heard even as John was still halfway down the stairs. Not even a surprise, really. It was the second week of Autumn and three things that could always be predicted during this season were rainy days, changing leaves, and Sherlock's allergies.

Even Greg knew better than to call unless things were truly dire.

Untitled John and Mary Divorce fic: John had his arms crossed - hands cupping his elbows with his feet spaced apart. Even he could recognize the defensiveness in his posture. Across from him, Mary was pulling the strap of the changing bag over her shoulder. Still in her cot, Rosie was playing with her plush bee - waving it above her head and chortling in her own language. John rubbed at the tip of his nose.

“Tell me I’m not going to wake up tomorrow to find that you’ve disappeared with my daughter to who knows where.”

Untitled Faunlock AU: It was Spring term at Harrow and Sherlock Holmes hated his uniform.

Bloody starched, tight, ungodly shoes, and he was a breath away from yanking the fucking noose from his throat and shredding it with his claws!

Of course, Mummy would have kittens were he to damage yet another suit of clothing and he'd already endured several lectures regarding the cost of his uniform.

Oh how he longed to strip himself down to the skin and race across the grounds faster than any human could manage. The temptation was strong, particularly at nightfall, when his classmates were asleep and the staff either in bed or enjoying a tipple. He still had a few more years before reaching adolescence and he wanted to enjoy it while he could. Once he hit 17 or 18 he could look forward to a week of cramps, fever, and vomiting as his body started pumping out hormones to prepare it for adulthood. From what he'd heard the process was wretched and the end result being he could no longer slip in and out of human form as easily as slipping on a jacket. Not much cop; adulthood. Granted, all of this had been relayed by Mycroft and his older brother tended to dramatize every little thing.

[electrobaubles]

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