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thefallennightmare · 2 years ago

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Moment of Weakness-nineteen

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Author's Note: I'm sorry for the typical, cliche story line but it's the only thing I could think of when creating ideas for this story. Last one for tonight so you will have to suffer until the next update. 😉

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I walked into the building, smiling bright as the morning sun, ready to finish this work day already. After he left last night, Bucky promised that when he would come by tonight, he would stay the night. He had planned on telling Natasha that he had to go out of town for something mob related.

There was already a list of things I had planned; dinner at home, a movie cuddled together on my couch, and a warm bath to end the night. It was something that we had yet to do, a proper at home date.

My body jumped with excitement every time I thought about it.

A frown pulled at my lips when I noticed that Bucky’s door had been closed. He didn’t have any meetings planned so there was no need for it to be shut. Bucky also always took his phone calls with the door opened.

I placed my things on my desk and softly knocked on the door, only to be met with silence. The thought of if he was coming in today or not crossed my mind so I sent him a quick text.

Are you not coming in today?

Some time would pass before I would even get a response. Three hours to be exact.

By the time Bucky had decided to text back, it was nearing lunch hour and I was busying myself to run to the deli across the road to pick us all up something. Steve and Sam were playing a card game on the couch that sat across from my desk and Steve noticed the worried look on my face.

“Everything alright?”

By the mere tone in his voice, I could tell that the relationship we shared was not the same anymore.

“Yeah,” I mumbled, not bothering to take my eyes away from the text on my phone.

I’m held up in my office all day, sorry.

It was short, to the point. No sweet names or cringey emojis that Bucky had just found out of. This wasn’t like him, something being different; off.

Steve stood to walk over to me. “Bucky?”

I peered over his shoulder to make sure Sam wasn't paying attention and nodded.

“Have you talked to him at all? I feel as if he’s avoiding me,” I said.

He hesitated, unsure if he should even say anything. I could see it in the way he avoided my gaze, rubbing at the back of his neck.

Steve was hiding something from me.

“What do you know?” I asked.

“I can’t be the one to tell you, Y/N. Bucky has too.”

With a gentle squeeze on my shoulder, he went back to his previous spot on the couch.

I gnawed on my bottom lip while gazing at the still shut door to Bucky’s office and decided to give it one more try, seeing if he would talk to me.

“Bucky, can I come in?” I asked after my knuckles rapped against the door.

There was quite a bit of shuffling behind it and my heart hammered when the door opened, revealing a very stressed Bucky.

My voice lowered. “Are you okay?”

He nodded. “I’m going to skip lunch today.”

The door shut just as fast as it opened and I was left staring at it, tears brimming in my eyes.

“Y/N,” Steve’s soft voice called from behind me.

I blinked a few times, tears splattering over my cheeks, and quickly grabbed my things to head to lunch.

I don’t know what I did to make you so upset with me but I don’t appreciate the cold shoulder all day. I’m about to leave for the day and you’ve barely come out of your office.

I hit send on the text while walking back to my desk from the bathroom. The day went on at a slow pace, my eyes darting from my computer to Bucky’s still shut door, not once seeing him come out of his office. That was the third text I sent him all day and with yet no response, I decided that tonight was officially off the table. He would not be rewarded with spending the night with me after ghosting me all day.

As I returned back to my desk, I noticed that the door was wide open, and my feet practically dragged me across the threshold. Until I stopped myself when I saw that he made no effort to look away from his phone when he heard me walk up. Not even a quick glance my way.

“Asshole,” I grumbled, plopping into my chair.

Six minutes. That’s all I had left of my workday and I could go home to wallow in self-pity in private.

I used that time to scroll through Instagram, not having the chance to be on it all day. My thumb froze over one post, almost unsure to like it or not, because everything around me faded to black. Ears rang loudly with white noise and my heart dropped to the depths of my stomach as it shattered. The pain caused a sob to leave my lips.

Cannot wait to meet you baby Barnes. Coming in six months.

My vision blurred from the tears that spilled everywhere but I still could see the picture Natasha had posted announcing her pregnancy. It was a picture of a positive pregnancy test with her and Bucky’s vibranium hand holding it.

With a broken gaze, I looked over to him and was shocked that Bucky was already watching me. His own eyes were broken, tears pooling in the corners of them.

“I’m so sorry, doll,” he mouthed.

No words were able to form, my mouth had run dry. I didn’t know what to say, to be honest. All I could do was gather my things and storm out of the office, the door slamming behind me shaking the walls.

The persistent knocking on my front door was becoming too hard to ignore, it going on for the last five minutes. In tangent with my phone ringing, not stopping for a second. I did my best to tune it all out, staring off into the void of my living room wall, wishing it would stop; wishing everything would stop.

“Doll, please open up.”

“Go away,” I yelled, the anger suddenly bubbling to life.

“Please let me explain!”

I scoffed while shaking my head, even if Bucky couldn’t see. “Explain?!”

Everything I had been avoiding came rushing to the forefront when I heard him begging me to let him in, to explain his actions.

My feet dragged me to the door and I opened it with such force, it created a small wind tunnel. Bucky didn’t bother waiting for me to let him in, he pushed himself past me.

“I’m so sorr-.”

His apology was cut off by a hard slap to his face, my palm already stung with redness.

Bucky rubbed at the raw spot where I had hit him and his jaw tensed. “You hit me.”

“Trust me, I want to do a lot more!” I seethed.

“Can you calm down so I can explain?” He begged.

“Calm down?!” My voice bellowed. “You get your wife pregnant, hide it from me, then come here to explain yourself? How the fuck can I calm down?!”

My shoulder rammed into his as I walked past him and down the hall towards my bedroom. His footsteps that echoed down the hall told me that he was following me close behind.

“I wanted to tell you, Y/N. All day I tried to come up with the best way,” Bucky said.

I spun on my heels and pushed him hard in his chest, my actions doing nothing to deter him.

“Fuck you, Barnes! You’re such a liar!”

I began beating his chest with my fist, pure hatred fueling my momentum. And he stood there, taking every hit.

Out of breath, I let my fists fall to my side, and felt my chest rise and fall each time I swallowed a large amount of air.

“Feel better?” Bucky asked.

My eyes narrowed. “Go fuck yourself. I never want to see you again.”

His shoulders dropped. “You don’t mean that.”

I nodded, even if I didn’t believe it myself. “Get out.”

Bucky didn’t move so I pushed him harder in his chest. “Leave. Now!”

“Doll-.”

I smacked him yet again, this time with so much force he stumbled back onto my bed.

“You lost the right to call me that the second you put your dick in her, Bucky! I can’t believe I fell for your lies again.”

I ran a shaking hand through my hair. “I allowed myself to ignore the red flags because I cared that much for you. I believed that you wanted me, wanted a future with me. I bet the divorce was a lie too.”

Bucky vigorously shook his head. “I promise you. That was all true. Matt finished the papers this afternoon.”

“When did it happen?” I abruptly asked.

He hesitated, unsure how to answer. “A few months ago. It was the night I drove you home from work and we had sex in the back seat.”

If my heart wasn’t in a million pieces before, it for sure was now.

“You’re such a dick!” I screamed while pushing him down on my bed. “I knew you were still screwing her.”

Bucky leaned his elbows onto his knees and held his head in his hands. “You don’t understand how terrible I feel, Y/N. I wish I could take it back.”

I wiped the tears away with the back of my hand. “Are you still leaving her?”

He gazed up at me, lips parting and eyes welling with tears. “I can’t. She’s having my child.”

My eyes shut, his words giving me exactly what I needed to end this.

I pointed towards the door. “We’re finished, Bucky. You need to leave.”

He was fast on his feet to reach for me. “No, it doesn’t have either.”

“Yes it does!” I wailed. “It’s one thing to break up a marriage but I refuse to break up a family.”

Both of us were crying, not bothering to stop or hide the tears, and Bucky wanted to reach for me, fight for me, but knew that there was no changing my mind.

“What about work?” He asked with a glimmer of hope.

I gnawed on the inside of my cheek. “I can’t afford to quit. So I’ll see you next week. I need to take some time off.”

Bucky nodded. “I didn’t want to hurt you, doll.”

I grabbed my elbows, bringing my arms closer to my chest and avoiding his gaze, keeping my eyes trained to my feet. The only thing I could hear over his footsteps walking away from me was my broken cries, my body collapsing to the ground.

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sleep-can-wait · 1 year ago

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My Gift To You ~ College AU Part 3

Aru hated to admit it, but they were lost. She and Aiden stood in front of a dilapidated building, peering into the open doorway and eye-balling the spiders that were scuttling across the walls and floor.

Backtracking to how they got there, their friend group, who called themselves the Potatoes for no apparent reason other than 'Brynne said so', went to the annual carnival that was hosted every year in Atlanta.

It had everything from flash mobs to rides to junk food. Naturally, Aru dragged them all there, fighting tooth and nail to haul their stupid butts to the damn place. Aiden was the only one who easily agreed to come.

While walking parallel to thousands of stalls and treading the dirt-packed road, the couple had gotten distracted. Aiden started taking photos of everything and Aru stared in awe at the ginormous fuzzy panda that was hanging on a nail in one of the prize booths. When she snapped out of it, she realized everyone was gone.

She had quickly tugged on Aiden's elbow and told them their predicament.

"I'm afraid we have just been abandoned by our so-called 'friends'."

They both decided to wander around, trying to find the others in spots the Potatoes would most likely be at. But perhaps they had gotten carried away again, because moments later they halted at the door of the haunted house that was at the edge of where the festival was held.

Also, she and Aiden were holding hands again when she was fairly certain they weren't before.

And that is how they got up to this point. Aru looked thoughtfully at the house, then at Aiden. He saw it and tried to back away but couldn't because of the fact that they were still holding hands, and apparently, he didn't want to let go.

".... I'm afraid to ask, but what?" She grinned.

"I have an idea."

"Oh no." He groaned.

"You haven't even heard it!" Aru protested.

"Please, since when are your ideas good-?." She clamped her hand over his mouth, muffling the rest of his sentence.

"Just hear me out. What if we go through the haunted house and whoever screams first loses and has to give the winner a gift? It can be anything, as long as it's nice and the other will like it."

"But-"

"Chicken?"

"Never." Aiden huffed. "Alright let's do this. Prepare to lose, idiot."

Aru smirked. "You wish, nerd." They signed their names on the clipboard hanging near the entrance and entered the dark hall.

To say the least, it was really hard. Eerie music floated through the corridors, and there were six of them. At random intervals, realistic monsters would pop out.

The actors who were playing them stood awkwardly, however, when neither victim looked terrified, before walking away. Then they both would continue as if nothing happened, but that was a lie. Aiden was shaking slightly and Aru was gritting her teeth.

In the third part, things really started to get scary. They got chased by murderers, Bloody Mary, the government, you name it. The duo were just leaving the fifth hall when one of them finally screamed.

They had just escaped Pennywise and Aru was full-on shaking by then. She despised clowns with every inch of her body. Both of them were running at top speed, glancing back every two seconds to make sure they weren't being followed. Aiden was not looking too good, but was much better off than her.

Why couldn't he have the clown phobia? Aru thought grouchily, glaring at his stupid, beautiful face.

Pennywise was still a bit in the distance so both of them didn't expect it when a corpse hanging from a noose dropped down from the ceiling. Aru stuffed her fist into her mouth and bit down hard. But Aiden wasn't fast enough.

He screamed and jerked away, instantly falling down. Distantly Aru thought how unfair it was that his voice still sounded pretty even while shrieking at the top of his lungs.

Once the dead body was pulled back through the ceiling tile, Aru helped Aiden up. He sighed.

"I suppose you win."

"Yeah," She smirked at having another victory over him. "Let's finally get out of here."

Once again, they were standing in a daze outside of the haunted house, but this time they were facing the other way.

"Um, could you close your eyes?" Aiden looked a bit nervous, fidgeting with Shadowfax's strap. Aru gazed around and spotted a weeping willow with fairy lights dangling from each branch, deciding that was the perfect place to finally rest her legs.

She walked over and sat down, with her back pressed against the tree's trunk, before reciting something Hira had taught her.

"I think this tree is very appropriate, you know?" Aru grinned. "It means mourning and loss. And you are right now grieving over having lost to me!" Aiden's mouth twisted into what he tried to play off as a grimace, but was definitely a pout.

He quickly covered Aru's eyes with his palms, probably to hide his sulking. "No peaking, and I am not!." She laughed, but shrugged her shoulders in agreement, closing her eyes.

She heard the sound of his footsteps fade and waited in the leftover silence. She hadn't realized how lonely it was when he wasn't by her side, hand ready to hold hers.

To use up the time placed in her hands, Aru amused herself by blowing away the leaves that landed on her face and shaking out the ones that fell on her hair.

She also didn't notice how tired she was until her butt hit the ground and was tiring quickly. She had just started to doze off when she heard someone whisper her name.

"Shah?" Before Aru could jump up, firm hands held her steady on the ground. "It's me, don't open them yet." She crossed her arms but uncrossed them as Aiden entwined their hands together.

"What took you so long?" He went silent for a moment.

"Would you believe that I am terrible at aiming?"

"What-?" A warm hand cupped her cheek, dislodging a few leaves in her hair, his other softly squeezing their already clasped hands. Lips pressed against her own gently. The scent of clean laundry and cooking spices wrapped around her.

Aiden Acharya was kissing her.

It was only for a second, but it seemed much longer. Her eyes flew open as he pulled away.

"Was that-" He breathed out. "Was that okay?" Aru probably looked just as stunned as him but couldn't stop a smile nonetheless.

"Yeah. Yeah, it was great." They both hesitated, before connecting and pressing against each other again, Aiden going back to his original position.

Aru panicked, unsure what to do with her free hand this time, but instinct took over and she slipped it into his hair, tangling in his soft curls. They didn't break apart as fast this time.

After pulling away, they just sat under the willow tree together, not really saying anything. Their hands were still woven together and resting on Aiden's leg. Aru wasn't sure about him, but that was her first kiss.

Lame, she knew, but it was just that she had never really liked anyone romantically before and even questioned herself if she was aro-spec. That all changed when she met Aiden and suddenly she was a high schooler in love. And they had only started dating a couple of weeks ago.

After a few minutes of trying hard not to randomly smile out of nowhere, Aru nudged Aiden and broke the silence.

"What were you saying before? About the aim thing."

"Oh," He looked flustered. "I didn't want to take any chances with the kiss, so just in case you hated it or felt uncomfortable, I was going to use the prize I won at the Ring Toss booth to apologize or bribe you into forgetting it ever happened."

"Where is it now?"

Aiden went behind the tree and came out with a giant stuffed animal. The panda she had been eyeing before they got lost. Aru's eyes lit up and Aiden sighed.

"I'm guessing I won't be able to keep this then?"

"Nope!" She said cheerfully, before adding, "But we can share."

"I'll take what I can get."

"Next time, I'll win you a prize Wifey." Aiden scoffed.

"No way!"

"Who's gonna stop me?"

"Then I'll win you more prizes than you can win for me."

"Are you challenging me?"

"I don't know am I?"

"Are you?"

"Yes, and I believe I will absolutely leave you in the dust."

"You wish."

"Prepare to be overwhelmed with tons of stuffed animals, Shah."

"I'll overwhelm you first." Both of them jogged off, Aru gatekeeping the panda the entire time, and played as many games as they could before being found and dragged away by the rest of the Potatoes.

Bonus: Aiden finally won and shoved all his stuffed animals at Aru with a well-deserved smirk on his face. Aru did the same but was still kinda grumpy about losing.

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I'm sleep-deprived, but here is this! Tell me what you guys thought of the kiss and I always accept constructive criticism :) My next oneshot will be on Mindy but I have no idea what to do so I'm begging you guys to please give me suggestions for them.

Hope you enjoyed! Going to sleep now.

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tevantarlos · 6 months ago

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For me, you’re totally right!!! The writing has been so terrible lately. I didn’t know where else to rant, so I apologize in advance for the HUGE rant.

It’s getting annoying and tiring that we have to follow up with so many different storylines.

It doesn’t even make sense anymore. I mean, we have at least five more villains. Of course, we knew some from before but it’s STILL unbearable. They tried to fit so much into an episode when it could’ve fit into an entire season.

For reference, there were a lot of unfinished storylines:

- Rosalind’s accomplice

- People targeting the police and someone taking out the “guy” behind it (why was it brushed over???)

I don’t know about you but I’m TIRED of Monica. There was a lot of screen time that could’ve gone to the main characters of the show but it didn’t.

But what I’m hating right now is the way Everton treats Lucy.

IT’S INFURIATING. After Jackson’s death, it seemed like she had no one other than Tim or Tamara. However, she doesn’t have either at the moment.

IT WAS ALSO SUPPOSED TO BE HER DAMN BIRTHDAY!!! Why did no one say anything? They (Angela and Nyla) also brushed off what she said about having 12 undercover identities. I don’t know about you but they’ve never been encouraging.

It’s sad and disheartening that her friend is a LITERAL teenager and treats her better than everyone else on the show. With Tim out of the picture, she’s alone. I mean, what happened to everyone’s friendship? It used to be Nolan, Jackson, and Lucy. I know they used to date but I mean, come on, they moved on so why shouldn’t they stay friends?

The fact that Nolan’s more friendly with his ROOKIE is baffling. (I love Celina by the way, this isn’t a diss.

I mean, what happened to character development? We don’t see much of Aaron or Celina. They waste so much time with storylines that fizzle out the next episode and don’t matter anymore because either Angela, Wesley, or whoever can’t (legally speaking) touch the criminals.

I’m more upset that they ruined Chenford. For drama? This show won’t be getting renewed in the future, maybe there’ll be an eight season but come on…It’s upsetting how we won’t see Lucy and Tim together anymore. Wasted five seasons of my life only for them to break up and end their relationship in one.

Personally for me, I believe Lucy and Tim are the ones who have TRULY been through it.

I mean, I understand everyone else has their stuff. However, Lucy has been kidnapped and nearly died. Her parents aren’t even supportive of her career. Her best friend died.

TRIGGER WARNING (ABUSE/SUICIDE)

DOWN BELOW

!!!

While Tim was abused by his father, found out about his father’s affair, had to sell the house he was abused in, etc. He went to war and now the whole thing with Mad Dog jumping off the roof!

Meanwhile, everyone else is happy. Sure, they went through so much but they AT LEAST HAVE SOMEONE TO HELP THEM THROUGH IT!

THESE TWO HAVE NO ONE!!! They aren’t married or have good parents!!!

Sorry for my rant, feel free to ignore but I’m sad about the turnout of this season. I wished they somehow got married and moved into a beautiful house far away from this chaos, and had at least three children by next episode but that won’t happen.

There's too much to try and keep track of in too few episodes.

The pacing of the episodes is utter crap because they tried to cram a full season worth of shit (which is usually 20 to 22 episodes), into half a season of 10 episodes.

So the storylines are all over the place. The characters are running around like chickens with their heads cut off.

Don't apologize. I bitch a lot on this blog. No one I know in RL watches the show, so the only people I can rant to are other fans on here.

Where do you get 5 more villains? I thought it was 3. Monica, Blair and the guy who I think is mobbed up, that Lucy's working for as UC, and taking care of his kid. Who else do you think is involved? Oscar? I think he just did Monica a few favors. I don't see him as one of the villains of the season.

As for the unfinished storylines, I'd be very surprised if they finished them. The show has a lot of problems and this, and the timeline are major ones, imo.

I hate Monica and have ever since she came on the scene. All her BS doesn't interest me at all, and I want Angela to kill her.

Who is everton? I'm sure you meant someone else, because I don't know a single character with that name. So, I can't comment on it because I don't know. Do you mean Primm, the guy that stopped her from making Detective?

I hate that Lucy lost both Tim and Tamara this season. Also, don't get me started on the birthday bullshit. Tim's the only one who remembered and even did something for her.

John's supposed to be her friend, but ever since Jackson was killed and Bailey's stupid ass got with him, he's basically been like 'Lucy, who?'

As for Angela and Nyla, I'm already pissed that they were being assholes to Lucy earlier in the season. Angela only gets involved with Lucy, when it involves Tim. Nyla doesn't give a shit in any way.

John doesn't have time for Lucy. He's up his lame ass wife's ass all the time, and dealing with Celina's spiritual bullshit.

Honestly, while Celina has grown on me a little, I still like Aaron more and want him to have more screen time than her. But yet, I'm assuming their scenes were cut since there was only 10 episodes and they had to force the drama bullshit though, so their scenes were cut.

Yeah, I agree about Chenford. They've both been put through the ringer this season more than anyone else, and yet they get fucked over while everyone else gets to be happy. That's such bullshit.

I'll admit, I like drama. It makes shows interesting. However, when the drama and bullshit doesn't let up and my favorite characters are sad/hurt/lonely/abandoned all the fucking time, it doesn't make me want to keep watching, as it's too depressing.

#Asks #Answers #The Rookie #tv talk: the rookie

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wolfsbarbarens-a · 1 year ago

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Baldur's Gate 3 - Recruitment

Breina's companion quest is called "The Prince of the Underground". She can be picked up initially from the Temple of Jergal where you collect Withers, bickering outside with the gang looting the temple.

Breina is a Wild Magic Sorcerer/Oath of Vengance Paladin. If following her default level-up path, she will take levels in both, with three in Sorcerer, and nine in Paladin. Her background is Folk Hero, same as Wyll.

Recruitment

Upon approaching the temple, a cutscene plays where Breina is being backed into the corner by the looters. She's got her hands behind her head, but she seems unintimidated by them, with a smile on her face.

Breina: Look. You want the shit in the temple, and I want to get out of here with my head. Those aren't opposing goals. Looter: Sure! As soon as you give back the thing you snatched. Breina: I didn't take shit, alright? At which point, Breina she will see Tav/Durge and whoever else is with them. She looks the looter in the eye.

Breina: Alright, you're right. I do have something. I stashed it in my boot - alright? Look-

She kneels down carefully, pretending to reach non-threateningly for her boot - at which point she will pull what appears to be a section from a branch from it.

Breina: See? Nothin' worth the fuss.

The looter will step forwards, and Breina will hold it out. Then, with a smile, she plunges what turned out to be a trick blade into the looter's weapon hand, yells a spell. and a green bolt of fire will shoot from her victim to another looter, which will collapse screaming (Green-Flame Blade). She kicks away the man she stabbed as a third looter rushes to help him to his feet. In the chaos that follows, she turns to the player.

Breina: You - get your arse over here!

Combat will then take place. When combat is over, so long as the player didn't attack and kill Breina, the player will be able to talk directly to her.

Breina: Fuck yeah! That's what those pricks get.

The player will get the following dialogue options. All are mutually exclusive.

Player: Are you alright? Breina: What? Oh, yeah, no big deal. I'm grateful for the backup, but you were a bonus, really. Player: Who were they? Did you know them? Breina: What? Oh no, not these guys. They're vultures. I was restin' in the temple when they dropped in. Player: I'm not your personal guard, you know. Breina: No offense, cupcake, but I don't need a personal guard.

The tadpole in her head will connect to yours:

Narrator: (Suddenly, you are elsewhere - you see a collage of memories too scattered to see clearly - a mob, a raised fist, a devil's face, a grey dragon's eye. Just as quickly, the woman is before you once more).

Breina: Shit! What was that? ... wait. You were on that ship too. Oh, fuck. Fuck. You're as fucked as me, aren't you? (she taps her cheek, below her eye)

One of the companions will interject with an acknowledgement of the tadpole. If the player is solo, they will simply nod.

Breina: Shit! I don't suppose there's a cure?

The player will get the following dialogue options. All are mutually exclusive.

Player: No, but I'm going to find one. Breina: Heh. I like your stones. Player: (if they've met Lae'zel) My companion says her people can cure it. alt: Player: (if they're Gith) My people can cure it at a creche. Breina: Huh. Not run into many gith, but sounds like yours are the folk to know. Player: Our chances are slim. Breina: I bet you're fun at parties. Player: (Dark Urge) Tons. Blade, poison, bludgeon. Breina: I think I'll keep the kiss of death as a last resort, thanks.

Breina: Look. You can hold your own in a fight, clearly, and so can I. But I wouldn't mind the back-up. If you're lookin' for a real cure, then I want in.

The player will get the following dialogue options. You can ask them all.

Player: What do you bring to this? Breina: I'm a real bruiser. I've gone rounds with some of Faerun's down-and-dirtiest. I know a thing or two about getting rid of ill-gotten goods and raisin' Hell, I can cast a spell or two, and I'm a pretty fine looking piece of ass and muscle. Need anythin' else? Player: What were you doing out here? Breina: Me? Looking for shelter whilst I figured out my next move, honestly. Fuckface and Chucklefuck down here were talking about something in the crypts, but honestly, I dunno what. I know better than to mess with tombs. Player: How did you get caught? Breina: Was huntin' out past Rivington when, pop! Ship comes out of nowhere and runs me down before I can think. Player: (follow-up) What were you hunting? Breina: People. I accepted a bounty job. Wish I hadn't. Player: (follow-up) (Baldurian): There's not much game in Rivington. Breina: Yeah, no kiddin'. I'm not that kind of hunter. Player: (Ranger/Druid): You don't look like you spend much time in the woods. Breina: Tell me about it. Da always did say I was a city lout. Player: How did you escape the nautiloid? Breina: Luck. We hit something and it broke the console on my pod. Popped right open. I'm glad, I'm not good enough at magic to figure out the warding runes from inside my own prison.

These will reject or accept Breina's companionship request:

Player: (full party, accept): I don't need help right now, but you're welcome to my camp. Breina: A camp! Oh... food, fire, and foot rest. Yeah, I'll do that. Come by if you need me, but until then, I'm gonna enjoy the luxury of a break whilst I can. Player: (accept) I could use some more muscle on my side. Breina: You won't regret this. Let's show Faerun who's boss! Player: (decline) Thanks, but I don't think you'll be of help. Breina: Owch. Well, fuck you too. I'll get out of your way, shall I?

If Breina joins the party, her tent will appear at camp. She is set up with a lean-to, quick to take apart and put back together, a back-pack, and a dog bowl. It is a spartan affair, designed not for comfort, but for disappearing at a moment's notice.

If the player rejects her, or they rest after getting to the Emerald Grove but before finding her, she can be found later talking to the Zhentarim in their hide-out, talking about the logistics of getting back to Baldur's gate. If spoken to, the player has on last chance to recruit her. If they just missed her, an altered version of the above conversation can occur. Otherwisee, if they did reject her:

Breina: Oh, it's you. Looks like you're doing okay. So am I. The Zhents aren't cheap, but they think they know the way to Baldur's Gate.

The player will get the following dialogue options. You can ask them all.

Player: You won't make it passed the goblins alone. Breina: Cupcake, that's my problem, not yours. Player: Do you trust the Zhentarim? Breina: The Zhents are shady, but honestly, I've done business with 'em before. I'm Cormyrian, and from the Thunder Peaks to boot. I know what to expect. They're bastards, but they're not unpredictable bastards. Player: What are your plans? Breina: Getting to Baldur's Gate fast as my legs will carry me and dodge the goblins and Absolutists along the way. If I'm finding a cure, it's not in this place.

The player can also ask:

Player: (Persuasion 14): I've reconsidered things. I could use your help. Breina: (Pass) Oh, really? I'm good enough for you now, am I?... alright. Fine. I wasn't sure how I was getting past the gobbos anyway. Breina: (Fail) Look, I'm not a dog. I don't like having my leash pulled. I'm going, and that's final.

If you fail to recruit her, she can be found south of the Last Light Inn as an aggressive shade - having passed the Goblins, like she predicted, but not the Shadow Curse.

#x. || pipsqueak (headcanons)#xx. verse | baldurs gate (worm edition)

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reigen-hurtcomfort-palooza · 2 years ago

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Fic Prompt Free to Good Home- Hunted

Reigen takes a job exorcizing a spirit of a dead forklift driver from the shipping docks of Seasoning City. The clients over the phone tell him he HAS to bring his associate with him.

(Art and story outline after the cut)

Reigen, Serizawa and Dimple show up to site and start to investigate the surroundings. Seri and Dimple can pick up low levels of spiritual energy but isn’t clear. Along the way inside the trio are attacked by objects being thrown at them, presumably by whatever angry spirit they’re after. Eventually Reigen and Dimple are separated from Serizawa when a ton of antiquated warehouse equipment and falling shipping containers almost come down on Reigen and Seri pushes him backwards away with his powers.

Serizawa continues on by himself as whatever’s out there is still after him, telling Reigen to stay back as this is too dangerous for him. He tells Dimple to look after Reigen and disappears. Reigen starts to suspect something fishy as he runs around the shipping container maze to meet back up with Serizawa. He can tell the attacks are JUST targeting Serizawa at this point.

While running around, Reigen spots a masked, military armored up man with a gun strapped to their back running in the direction of Serizawa. Reigen quickly catches up to him, takes him out with one of Reigen’s Special Moves: A Swift Kick to the Head.

Reigen searches/loots the guy while Dimple inspects the weapons. Dimple can tell immediately there’s something majorly wrong with the bullets. When Dimple tries to phase through them, the bullet repels him. and figures out they’re the things they’ve been feeling the spiritual energy from, not any spirit. The bullets have been infused with enough spiritual energy to shatter barriers. Over the radio, a voice says one of the snipers is already in position, one is missing, but the target is being guided in place, proceed as planned.

Clients he never met in person, organized gun-toting lunatics, bullets that can shatter barriers.

Oh no.

The whole job, the clients, the ‘haunted’ docks, it was one big trap for Serizawa. They’re baiting Serizawa into a corner where the would-be snipers would have a clean shot to-

Reigen knew that eventually someone with a grudge against him or Serizawa or Mob or any of the other law-skirting espers would come knocking, but not like this. He races to find Serizawa and when he finds him he against a wall with his barrier up, pinned down by all manor of machinery and boxes been chucked in his direction.

Reigen charges forward, shouting for Serizawa to get down but he’s too far away to hear him clearly. Reigen puts himself in front of Serizawa's barrier and-

Yep, the worst happens because of course.

Reigen takes two shots to the chest that were meant as kill shots for Serizawa. As Reigen collapses in shock into a confused panicking Serizawa, Dimple tells him about the barrier shredding bullets. Serizawa realizes the gravity of what Reigen just did. Dimple attempts to possess Reigen to help keep him stable until they get him out of here, but he’s repelled from Reigen’s body instantly. The bullets, still in him, are strong enough to keep Dimple out. Whoever set this trap up did their homework on them specifically.

Serizawa promptly turns Scaryzawa, pin points the energy signatures from the bullets to the guns in the darkness and deconstructs their guns their hands. Shipping containers unravel into pieces like pasta strands, gravity stops working the way we know it. The energy and rage spilling out from Serizawa holds everything and everyone in place as if locked in a black hole of anguish.

The shipping district around them… ceases to be.

Scene change to the hospital where Serizawa managed to get Reigen to. Serizawa is in the waiting room with Dimple, sitting on the edge of an uncomfortable bench seat, drying blood still on his hands, endlessly replaying in his head what happened.

Joseph appears and tells Serizawa he’d been tracking this anti-espers group for months but had no idea they had organized this much and had a benefactor giving them special tech. Jospeh was able to arrest the assailants after digging them out of the rubble of the warehouse and is relived Serizawa didn’t kill them when he easily could have. All of this is nice, but Serizawa remains focused on news of Reigen’s well being and his failure at not keeping him safe.

Scene change to Reigen waking up days later with Serizawa by his side. They have a LOT to talk about, but all of that can wait. Serizawa is content brushing his fingers through the blond’s hair as Reigen opens his eyes.

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That’s it! I like the idea that after the events of the series, there would be all kinds of dangerous groups popping up. Espers trying to replicate Claw, anti-esper organizations, people looking for revenge against Claw members. And a villainous force like this with a mysterious benefactor starting trouble could spin off into its own thing after this start.

#fic prompt #my art #mob psycho 100 #reigen arataka #serizawa katsuya #tw: blood #tw: shooting #hurt/comfort

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lunarscaled · 1 year ago

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" marvellous! Can I note that it's a good look on you - you should get covered in blood more often. " [ from sukuna]

BLOOD, BLOOD! @cursxdsouls

-> They aren't sure if they're breathing. It doesn't feel like it yet---like every inhale just goes right out again, and maybe that's because of the cleaved wound from their shoulder to their midsection that passes right through the springy pink flesh of their lungs and into their intestines. Stomach bile and mucus and blood dumped out of them like a sieved stockpot; the only thing holding them together is the rest of their body and pulled-taunt strings of tendons where the cut didn't go through all the way, and their breathing is not breathing as much as it is convulsing from the shock, their narrowly-avoided heart and the electric impulses of what they called a body desperately pushing again and again on their ribcage and demanding life. ( it would have it, of course. but not before they felt the full agony of near-death yet again. ) Their consciousness is a photo shutter stained red, not merely by their own blood but other people's as well. Whoever was unlucky enough to be caught in that attack, or accident, or whatever it would be chalked up to later on the news with how it sends people running in mobs and leaves Lyric alone, teetering on living, surrounded by dissected and bisected corpses. ( they think dimly in the back of their head that these clothes will be ruined now and that if their face ends up on the news they'll have to make an excuse for the old man who owns the flower shop that they work at about why they aren't dead and that person only looks like them. ) Their breath is a whistling through their throat that they try to grab with their left hand only to find they have none; their fish-eyed stare dragging slowly to the ground to find it, too, has been cut into several pieces by the joints. Lyric thinks about a butcher dismembering an animal, shoulder, shank, ribs and hooves. They don't think they're someone edible but they've always found a market for cuts of them in cursed spirits, even the things they didn't think anyone would want, like baby teeth and peeled-up fingernails. --- ---That still doesn't solve their problem about missing both arms, though. They'll have to wait for that to come back, too, along with the rebound nerve pain that comes from not being quite the right person to fix up their wounds on their own.

-> They feel their weight tip forward at the waist, body hunching over where the seam of their open gut is the shallowest, hissing at the feeling of speed running weeks of stitches and physical therapy in a minute. It's coupled with the gruesome cracking of several fresh bones settling into place: rotator cuff to humerus to radius and ulna. The fresh, bare muscle of their bicep and tricep meeting the tendons of their fingers in an unnatural sight of growth as their clavicle and scapula reattach to the right side which bent away like a fruit's rind from the surface. Stitch stitch stitch, how they come back together; when they can finally breathe their chest is heaving air into their lungs, their esophagus scorched by the sudden swelling of bile and fluid that they have to retch to expel, open the airway anew. They shake from the exhaustion and agony of it, regrowing limbs and reversing injuries. It leaves their head ringing so loud they almost miss their moment to be horrified by the slaughter of those who did not survive, who were not curse users. The sweat on their brow leaves their hair sticking to the back of their neck.

They almost miss his commentary. ( he's right. they're soaked head to toe in red gore. )

"---This isn't some fucking sideshow."

-> Their voice is coarse and rough, not quite in line with the shape of them, fresh as it was. It sounds both too clear and too aged; they wonder if there are traces of Defanatus in it.

"Who are you?"

#cursxdsouls #* questions and answers.#⋇ NOTHING WILL SAVE YOU FROM CALAMITOUS EMBRACE: JUJUTSU KAISEN #me using my little gore and blood icons for all these asks: hehe #gore cw

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burgundybmw · 2 years ago

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Brooklyn Baby

Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,364

Warnings: Shitty boyfriend behavior (not Steve),

Summary: After catching her high school sweetheart in bed with another woman, Y/N quickly realizes that moving half way across the country to be with her boyfriend was a big mistake. Stuck in Hawkins for the rest of the year, Y/N has to navigate the struggles of moving to a new town, going to class, and mending a broken heart. However, Hawkins has a certain way of changing a person’s life forever. Will it be the fresh start Y/N desperately needs? Or a nightmare much bigger than a break up?

Author’s Note: If you’re from Staten Island I’m sorry, mild slander. I also suck at writing beginnings for fics. I just want to get to the middle and end so bad. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter though!

Part Three

"Hello, this the Hawkins Family Video, Steve Harrington speaking. How can I help you today?" He really didn't want to be at work today. It was Saturday during holiday break, and Family Video had been mobbed all day with late returns and new rentals. For whatever reason, people thought that because they rented a Christmas movie it meant that it would be okay to return it way passed due. Both Robin and Steve had been dealing with rude customers all day, all of them bitching about the late fees.

"Where's your Christmas spirit?" They would all say.

"It's January." Steve would reply. The same bullshit over and over again. He was expecting that whoever was on the phone would ask if he could waive the late fee, just this once, because of the holiday. As if they weren't the 30th customer that day to ask him the same thing. Of course he'd have to tell them no, and then the vicious cycle would begin again.

"You sound absolutely thrilled about renting out movies to the people of Hawkins Steve."

"Y/N?" It had been 3 days since Steve met Y/N for the first time, and he hadn't heard from her since. After he explained how they met to Robin, she asked him if he got her number. To which he quickly realized that he never asked her for it. Robin laughed at him for awhile, wishing she still had her You Suck whiteboard from Scoops Ahoy. This thing between them wasn't like that, she wanted a friend, not a date. Robin didn't believe him though, but who asked for her opinion anyway. Not Steve.

"You recognized my voice? I'm touched." Steve couldn’t help but laugh at that. Of course he would recognize her voice, nobody he’s ever met sounded like her, and it wasn’t just her accent. He liked how loud she was, the kind of voice you could pick out in a room filled with people. Like she wasn't afraid to be vocal about the things she said.

“Please, it’s hard not to with the accent. Do all New Yorkers sound like that or is it just you?” He could hear her chuckle on the other side of the line, a pleasant change from the screeching he heard from customers before her.

“Eh, it depends. You might not be able to tell the difference, but different boroughs have slightly different accents. A friend of mine, Lisa, she’s from Queens. Her voice is a bit more nasally. But that could just be a Lisa thing, she’s the only person I know from Queens.” Y/N explained.

“What’s a borough? Is that like a town?” Steve asked as he fiddled with the slinky Keith left on the front desk. The last time he left it there, Steve and Robin made a massive psuedo staircase out VHS tapes and tried to see how many times they could get it to work. They ended up knocking over the tower of tapes before they could get a solid run in.

“Yea, sort of like a town. There’s five of them in New York. Manhattan, where all the rich yuppies live. Brooklyn, where I’m from. Queens, The Bronx, and Staten Island. I know people from from all over, except Staten Island. I don’t go to Staten Island.” Y/N said the last part like a warning, like it was a place no one should dare venture to. He didn't know anything about Staten Island, but it couldn't be that bad.

“What’s wrong with Staten Island?” Steve asked thoughtfully.

“If you’ve been there you’d know.” He didn’t know what she meant by that, but he’d take her word for it.

“Isn’t that where the Statue of Liberty is?” Steve didn't know much about New York City, but he could list a few things he did know about it. One, the Empire State Building was in New York. Two, they have good pizza. Three, SNL was filmed in Rockefeller Center, and finally, the Statue of Liberty was there. He vaguely remembered something about how she used to be a copper color but somehow turned green over time, but he wasn't positive about it.

“That’s Liberty Island Stevie, it’s in the name.” Stevie. Nobody ever called him Stevie. It was always Steven or Steve, the first one only his family used. He wants to hear her say it again.

“Well excuse me Miss. Geography. I didn’t realize there were so many islands in New York.” She bursted out laughing then, and she didn’t stop for another 37 seconds. He counted.

“Oh man you’re killing me, you gotta be pulling my leg here. The whole thing is a bunch of islands!” Y/N was still laughing, and Steve didn't mind it if she was making fun of him. He liked making her laugh.

“New York is an archipelago.” Robin chimed in.

“Robin get off the phone I’m using it.” Family Video only had one line, but two phones in the building. One in the front and one in the back. It was always a pain when someone was using it and you had to make a call, or when you were trying to have a conversation and your nosy best friend decides to listen in.

“Yea well I want to use it too. So hurry it up, I need to call my mom and ask her to make me a dentist’s appointment for me.” Robin complained.

“Why don’t you just do it yourself?” Steve was getting mildly annoyed, as much as he loved his best friend, she had a bad habit of butting in at the worst possible time.

“Because I hate making appointments for myself.” She says as if its common sense, like Steve should know this by now.

“That’s fair, I don’t like it either. I always have to jazz myself up before I dial the number.” Y/N said sincerely.

“See! I’m not the only one!” Robin loved being right, and Y/N just added fuel to the flames. He had to nip in the bud now before she went on a long tangent about the difference between a normal phone call and a phone call meant for appointment making.

"Just give me a minute Robin! Then you can use the phone alright?" Steve reprimanded, Robin groaned but she hung up the phone like he asked. He'd hear about it later, about how much she hated it when he used his 'Babysitter' voice on her. He didn't care if he got the lecture, it always got the job done.

"Anyway, how have you been holding up Y/N? Settling into Hawkins alright?" He didn't want to sound too nosy, but he was nearly desperate to keep the conversation going. Three days doesn't sound like a lot of time to pass by, but for Steve it felt like a century of uncertainty. When will she come back to the store? Does she even want to? Was Steve making a bigger deal out that first interaction than he should? He really hope he didn't.

"Yea I'm alright. Chris has been blowing up my phone. Apparently my Mom gave him my new number. I always hand up when I hear his voice, but I'm seriously considering begging the phone company to give me a new one. I don't want anything to do with that asshole ever again." The more she talked about this guy the more Steve didn't like him. If a girl hangs up before you can get a word in, you don't bother her. It was as simple as that.

"Why did your Mom give him your number?" Steve questioned. As soon as he said it, Y/N went silent, and he realized what a dumb question it was. She probably didn't know.

"I haven't had the guts to tell her. She said it was a bad idea to move out here for him, and my ego is bruised enough. Don't really wanna hear a lecture ya know?" Steve understood that. He didn't tell his parents much of anything. Well, he might, if they were around enough to have more than a quick conversation.

"Yea, I get it, but if Chris starts to give you a hard time let me know okay?" He had a bad feeling deep in his gut that this Chris guy was more than just a cheating jerk. Steve wanted her to know that she could rely on him if something were to happen, if Chris progressed beyond a few annoying phone calls. He just hoped that it wouldn't come to that.

"Gonna be my personal bodyguard Stevie?" She was teasing him, voice light and completely unaware of his anxieties. Steve was falling for it too, the light she gave off. It helped settle the ominous pit in his stomach.

"Oh yea, didn't you know? I'm a part time bodyguard too. I might not win many fights, but I can certainly take a punch." That was certainly true, Steve still had the scar above his eyebrow that Russian asshole left over the summer.

"There's a story there." Y/N mused. Steve couldn't help but chuckle to himself, yea, a story wasn't the half of it.

"Maybe I'll tell it to you sometime." He knew it would be a bad idea to give her hope for that story, but he didn't want to come off as cagey. The horrors of Hawkins were a secret Steve and his friends all bared, and he never wanted Y/N to find out about it. He felt guilty enough dragging Robin into the mess, he wasn't going to make that mistake again.

"I'd like that." No, she really wouldn't.

Steve and Y/N talked on the phone for awhile. She told him about how unpacking all of her things was going, and Steve complained about rude customers and their antics. He had lost track of time again, and Robin joined the line and told him to hang up so she could use it. Steve didn't want to stop talking to her, but he didn't want to deal with an annoyed Robin.

Before he had to hang up, Steve asked if she needed anymore help settling in, and she told him that she couldn't figure out how to rebuild the the dresser she got from an estate sale. Apparently they had to take it apart to get it to fit in her car, and she wasn't paying close enough attention at the time on how they disassembled it. Steve told her he could come over on Sunday to help, and she called him her hero. He was glad Robin was still in the back room, because she would have given him nothing but shit for the stupid grin he had on his face after she said it. She gave him her address, with a promise to see each other on Sunday.

"You're helping her build a dresser now Harrington?" Steve nearly dropped the phone in his hand, he didn't realize Robin had snuck up behind him.

"I thought you had to call your Mom." Steve groaned, walking away to find something to do at work.

"Mom can wait, tell me about this dresser date you have on Sunday." Robin was following Steve around the store, hellbent on him giving her all the dirty details, which weren’t dirty at all.

“Y/N needed help building a dresser, I offered, end of story.” Steve said as he mindlessly reorganized the candy display.

"Building furniture together, that's a big step Steve." Robin teased. Steve didn't know why she was pestering him about this, he's done favors for her all the time and they're just friends. This thing with Y/N wasn't any different.

"You're reading too deep into it. I don't have any ulterior motives, it's just a helping hand. Lay off." Steve really meant what he said. He wasn't the type of guy to do something for a girl and expect something in return. The only thing he wanted out of helping her was to get to know her better, become closer as friends.

"Whatever you say, but if you want my honest opinion-" She began before Steve interrupted.

"I don't." Robin gave him a pointed look before she continued on with her unsolicited advice.

"I think you like her, and you just don't want to admit it to yourself." Steve did like her, but not in the way Robin was alluding to. If he were being honest with himself, he felt a pull towards her the first time they met. He never got vulnerable with someone as quickly as he did with her. Something about her drew Steve in like a moth to a flame, maybe it was her accent, or the way she spoke to him, whatever it was, he knew it was something he didn't want to mess up. He had a bad habit of letting his emotions get the better of him. He made a promise to himself that he wasn't going to do that with Y/N, she wanted a fresh start in Hawkins, and maybe he could have a fresh start with her too.

"Whatever Robin, now are you gonna help me do our jobs or are you gonna just lecture me on my love life?" Steve grumbled as he finished up with his menial task. Robin beamed down at Steve, proud of herself for successfully ruffling up his feathers. She walked over to the front desk, a slight pep in her step as she grabbed the sale stickers to put on the older candy bars that were about to expire.

"Hey, you're the one who said love life, not me." Robin teased as she put the sale stickers on. Steve didn't dignify her with a response, content with thinking about his upcoming visit to Y/N's apartment. He wondered what kind of things she was into, what she liked to decorate her space with. Did she hang up posters of actors she liked? Prints of fine art? Or nothing on the walls at all? Would she have bookshelves? A vast music collection? Something else entirely? You could tell a lot about a person by the way they express themselves, and Steve was looking forward to discovering who Y/N L/N really was.

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thekatebridgerton · 3 years ago

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Ever consider the Bridgertons as a Mafia family AU? Like, the aesthetically pleasing sight of them in all black, Violet going down hall and one by one from oldest to youngest child appear either side of her. Right: Anthony, Colin, Eloise, Gregory. Left: Benedict, Daphne, Francesca, Hyacinth. Just Violet in the centre. Bonus: the spouses are normal people who wanted a normal life… most of them.

Omg yesss. I can see this totally happening.

-Daphne and Simon, with Daphne convincing Simon the very normal investment banker to be her cover/ Alibi anytime she's out playing honeypot for the mafia. Except they do fall in love and Simon joins the family business.

-Anthony and Kate as the typical mobster/ detective enemies to lovers where Kate is always trying to arrest him. But one day she shows up at his place badly injured because he's the only one she trusts not to kill her and Anthony absolutely loses it and goes on a murder spree on whoever hurt his favorite detective. Eventually Anthony and Kate come to a compromise and they open a detective agency together with him as a partner consultant

-Benedict falling inlove with a mystery girl at one of their mafia parties. But also absolutely crushing on Sophie the hard working barista of his favorite coffee shop. Until Araminta tries to sell Sophie to a pimp behind her back and Benedict practically kidnaps her and sets her up to be his mother's maid because there's no way he's letting her go back there. And unless she plans on letting him kill Araminta, she's his now, and he's keeping her. Even if she refuses to be his mistress. but eventually Benedict does give up the mafia to confess his love and have that normal life Sophie wants.

-Colin thinks his sister's best friend is the only thing pure and innocent in his life. Until he follows Penelope to a bdsm club and discovers she's actually into stuff way badder than him. Oh the betrayal, but also, the makeup sex. And friends to lovers passion, joining teams to build their own crime ring

-Eloise went undercover pretending be the cousin of some bothanist dead wife because he was developing a deadly plant excellent for mafia uses. But she got too carried away playing house with this Phillip and his kids. Fell in love And decided to marry him for real behind her family's back. When her 4 mobster brothers tried to kill him Phillip was not amused. But turns out he's a boxer and an excellent shot, so he fits right in with the family business and as long as Eloise doesn't leave him, he's okay with pretty much anything, her family's crimes included. (Years later it's Eloise who takes over for Violet after Anthony goes civilian)

-Francesca tried getting out and married John. But when he was murdered and she discovered that John's cousin Michael is sort of a mobster himself. so he pulls her back into the criminal world while they figure out who murdered John. Michael seduces Francesca, and Francesca seduces Michael. They marry and low key run the Scottish criminal world

-Hyacinth went on a seduction mission to steal Gareth's ancestral family diamonds, but the diamonds were fake and she ended up seduced herself. Teaming up with Gareth to bring down his narc of a father. Hyacinth never actually finds out what Gareth does for a living. Opposing mob Madam Agatha Danbury prefers it that way. Neither ever tells the other that they're 3rd generation mafia kids

-Gregory Fell in love with a popular girl in school and asked her best friend for help. He ends up liking the friend a lot more. After some time hanging out with him Lucy stumbles on Gregory's mob identity and he ends up teaching her all about it. Turns out Lucy is good at this. Because her uncle is a total creep. And she basically learned intimidation tactics at home. Gregory realizes he's inlove and she's inlove with him too. But when her uncle puts her in danger to save himself from charges of national treason. Gregory does everything he can to save her.

Someone plz write this!! Plz 🥺🥺

#mob boss au #mafia au #bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #kate x anthony #kate sharma #eloise bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #polin #kanthony #sophie beckett #benophie #philoise #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #I want this

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bittybeanie · 2 years ago

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spirits and such office dog

the more i think about reigen having an office dog the more i go feral over it. the possibilities are so soft. i mean just think about it.

just the general vibe would be so good like- i always picture the spirits and such office as a place where not a whole lot of work gets done and it's mostly just the crew hanging out and listening to classical music while they pretend to work and adding a very chill dog to that? impeccable vibes

can't decide if a tiny dog or a big dog would be better bc on the one hand a tiny dog curling up in reigen's lap like a cat while he works? kill me now that's so cute!! but also having a big dog sit across people's feet or next to the couch so they can pet the dog while they explain their problems?? the viBES!!

if somebody's allergic or just doesn't like dogs he turns to serizawa like "i have a very important job for you." and serizawa salutes like he's about to take on a battle but then just scoops the dog up and walks into the other room

(the idea is for him to come back but serizawa appreciates the opportunity to listen to the client stories somewhere he can't be Perceived. so he "keeps the dog company" while he listens in from the other room and reigen comes in when the client is done to hear what serizawa thinks)

also the thought of all reigen's neighbors thinking he's just walking a dog normally before realizing he's always in a suit and they don't see him come back for hours and hours and they start wondering where he's going that he needs a dog AND a suit at the same time

taking the dog outside throughout the day gives him an opportunity for smoke breaks where mob can't see him (even after/if he quits, he appreciates the chance for some fresh air and a change of scenery). he leans against the wall with one leg crossed in front of the other with the end of the leash around his wrist and his hand in his pocket while he just lets the dog wander and say hi to people that walk past. (i am. so very gay for the image of this.)

when they go out for field jobs he pats the dog on the head and tells it to "hold down the fort" every. single. time.

i'm not sure if the cafe above their office is like- run by them or if it's a separate business but either way i love the idea of whoever's up in the cafe coming down during breaks to pet the dog.

the dog going absolutely batshit the first time dimple shows up and it takes everybody a minute to figure out what the problem is bc they're so used to seeing him.

the dog eventually gets used to him, which means it also stops barking when there's a Haunted Object around, which reigen figured out was a pretty handy thing. he's gone long enough without it that it's not a big deal, but he still trains it with nonverbal commands to bark when he knows something is haunted bc. the theatrics of it all. the best actor that he doesn't have to pay (except in lots of treats once the client leaves). and it's not like him moving his hands around is all that conspicuous bc i mean have you seen this man? the hardest part is helping the dog figure out when not to bark

i remember reading that one of mob's hobbies is making dogs float?? and just. ever so slightly hovering the dog above the ground and zooming it around. it might freak the first time but after that it's just like how dogs stick their head out the windows of cars and a great time is had by all.

everybody accepts that the dog is mostly reigen's but the others take it home for a night sometimes, and as much as reigen loves the dog he's thankful for the break. probably not mob or ritsu bc of their parents but serizawa takes it bc the dog laying on his chest helps him sleep, and it's not like teru's parents are around to tell him not to when it makes his apartment feel less empty.

just. please give reigen a therapy dog. he deserves it.

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #headcanons #my writing #genuinely not sure how to tag this #so i won't add any characters #definitely inspired by uu-chan #been thinking bout the omake a lot

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kkusuka · 3 years ago

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Have I told you I hate weak y/n’s that get pushed around by fangirls? No? Well, I hate them 😊

Let’s have Oikawa, Atsumu, Akaashi, Semi, and Terushima react to their normally calm gf, beat the dog shit out of a fangirl that tried to intimidate her for dating said men above. Reader just has a soft smile before cocking her fist back and boxing her shit before holding up the fangirl and looking to the rest like “You wanna end up like her? No? Then know your place~ ☺️”. Then she faces her bf with a sweet smile and says something affectionate like “I brought you lunch, dear. I made it just how you like it 😄” before kissing his cheek like she didn’t go Muhammad Ali on a bitch

Oikawa Tooru<3

Oikawa’s had more than a few less than pleasant experiences with women

Considering he’s always been surrounded by them, from his sister's friends in middle school and being swarmed by them in High school and college- having women around him was nothing new

And for the most part, they were all pleasant

Giving him little gifts and food- that he always gave to you- and just telling him how much they loved watching him play

All things he can deal with before talking to his favorite girl, you

Though, there have been instances of some bold woman who just never get the hint

Whether it be drunkenness or some weird dream of having Oikawa to herself or just blatant disregard of his relationship

And right now just happens to be one of those times- but now you got a firsthand view of the madness.

Whoever this was clearly didn't understand relationships or personal space for that matter

She had a hand on his chest and was just blubbering about how she would be the best wife for him and would make life so much easier- much more than you do for him- and that was just what you saw from the ten seconds you were in earshot

He would normally laugh it offend continue seeking out autographs but he seemed to be locked in an iron maiden

“I promise! Forget about your girlfriend, she’s useless anyways!” and finally a perfect chance to make yourself known

“Tooru, I have your lun-” you attempted to grab him away, him shooting a pleading look to save him before your wrist was snatched from his arm and tugged away and shoved to the side then pushing your body away from the two

“Back off bitch!”

Now, you were normally a pretty calm person, you knew how to deal with the women and you have been for years.

But you stand by the fact that it was never ok to put your hands on someone- no matter the situation.

But at that moment, you could care less about your silly reparations and breathing methods, that lady put a hand on you and pushed you

You could hear Tooru telling her to keep her hands off you but you just looked around and made sure that everyone saw what had happened, you don't need to be arrested anytime soon

Grabber her arm you detached her from your boyfriends and in the next second your fist was connecting with her face, watching her wither on the floor you turn to your boyfriend who’s now coming towards you

“As I was saying, I have your lunch.”

Atsumu Miya<3

Another guy who’s constantly surrounded by women

Although he is far less appreciative and nice to them, and he makes it a point to be abundantly clear that you are the only woman he will spend the rest of his life with

Something that wasn't too popular with a few specific fans

Every blue moon someone will find his phone number and blow it up with loving messages or try and get his address

The worst it’s been was someone finding his apartment number and thankfully being too far away to come by themselves but they did send some inappropriate images to his PO box and that led him to create an even thinker line between fans and himself

Thankful, the whole of them understood and respected his boundaries

Buuuuut there are always people who go the extra step

Like whoever this is crowding your boyfriend after a win against the Alders with a giant poster of him and a …. Thong

If you were the slightest more stoic you would have held in the laugh that started it all but it seems crazy is crazy no matter how you provoke them

That lady heard you laugh and the flood gates opened, in a split second her hand was on your cheek then she was on the floor holding what you could hope was a broken jaw

You didn't even realize you punched her until a shooting pain went up your wrist

Though before you had a chance to return to your lovely boyfriend, who was standing in the same spot shell shocked (and slightly turned on) hand grabbed your ankle the flung you to the ground

It was, for lack of a better term, a catfight

She was hitting you and you were hitting her and she was screaming random shit about how awful you were to her precious Atsumu- seriously this lady was insane

Nevertheless, security arrived, and let’s just say that you were in much better condition than she was, who knew you could fight so well?

Though you weren't allowed to come to the next game and had to apologize to the heads of the Volleyball association, Tsumu was proud of you and the internet was on your side- so it was kind of a win-win

Akaashi Keiji<3

He surprisingly doesn't have a swarm of fangirls around him

But it’s much much worse, you’d rather have a mob of girls around him than the four specific psychos that never leave the poor guy alone

Everywhere in school at least one of them is watching the two of you, in class, at lunch- no matter where you try and eat- you swear you even saw one at the boba show you pass on your walk home with him

The worst part?

He thinks it’s funny.

It is hilarious to him that you try so hard to keep them away full knowing he would never leave you for the likes of them. It’s just too cute how you puff up your cheeks and huff about them and honestly, it's a breath of fresh air considering how much everyone kisses up to him

Well- he likes it when they are at a distance

On the off chance they get close to him, it's a different story. They truly are intolerable, and they away try bad-mouthing you to him like it was supposed to mean something that they don't like you

And they only ever do it when you’re away- cowards they truly are. And since they’re always watching, as soon as you left to buy the two of you lunch, one of them was on him in an instant

She was annoying and all she could say was ho you were a ‘poison’ in his life and he had to leave you as soon as possible

He didn't even realize you were there until a hand grabbed the back of her uniform and flung her off him. And from the looks of it, falling on the ground really hurt

“I’m a poison? That’s all you could come up with?”

You didn't even have to say another word, she was already out of sight

Not missing a beat, you handed him his lunch and started talking about the latest episode of the volleyball anime you loved.

Semi Eita<3

First off- a total power couple

Not only are you willing to beat a bitch, but he’s also ready to hype you up while you do it

It’s not confirmed you have, but there are rumors that you fought more than a few girls who were less than pleasant. And it’s not like you do anything for rumor control, you just laugh and turn the other way

Still, even with the rumor mill running rampant, some girls still try and shoot their shot

But this girl has to be the boldest woman on planet earth

Not only was she flirting with an openly taken man, but she was flirting with him as he held his arm around your waist. She even looked at you as she spoke to him, the audacity of people these days

“You like music? That’s crazy, I do too!” you wanted her to shut the fuck up as soon as possible.

What pissed you off more was that he knew exactly what he was doing, and he was letting it happen to spite you.

What happened after this you blame solely on the alcohol the party was providing and not on the fact you wanted to clock this girl the moment you saw her

It was just that suddenly your drink was in her face

Then her drink was in her face, and she was running to the bathroom, maybe she should listen to rumors more often because you don't think strawberry daiquiri will come out of a white crop too so easily

Terushima Yuji<3

He’s an ass

But he’s your ass, somehow

He’s a manwhore and an attention-whore, mix that should have been shot before it could grow into something more

By now you're used to the girls slipping him their numbers and hitting him up on every social media site possible and you remain happy to say he doesn't respond- probably too busy dicking you down to care about any of them

Plus, less than 1% of them actually approach them in public, and they just happen to be the most insufferable people on the planet.

Desperation doesn't even describe it

Of that 1%, at least half of them try to touch him, running a hand on his arm, tugging at his clothes, maybe even a strand of his hair, all you can deal with because he knows what’ll happen if he even entertains their advances

But for some reason, the only thing that sets you off is when they mention the tongue piercing.

It invokes a rage unknown within you, the second the metal ball’s mentioned you see red. And he fucking loves it, you could be three prefectures over and the second the girl mentions it, you magically appear at his side like you’d been there the whole time

All of a sudden you’re all over him, disregarding this girls words as she tries to bring the conversation back to her, going as far as grabbing your shoulder, and since she touched you first- you had the green light

Your arm pulled back and your fist connected to her cheek

And like nothing ever happened you turned back to the blond

tags: @diamond-3 @rinsangel @heyheyitsne @angelalje @monisi @crystal-lilac @sadpotato10

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arvinsescape · 3 years ago

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Choices.

A/N: Another Mob!Tom fic, a longer one. It’s another darker one and I hope you all enjoy! Do not engage if the topics make you uncomfortable 💕 (side note: I managed to get switch!Tom in there).

Summary: You become the product of someone’s torture and now you have to decide what you want.

Warnings: Smut (oral, f rec), unprotected sex (wrap it up, stay safe), Violence, blood, injuries, bruises, language, misogynistic views. Minors do not engage. I think I got everything, possibly a few typos.

W/C: 8K.

The sound of skin-on-skin contact resonated through the halls, the sting in your cheek burning as Caleb shook the sting from his own hand.

“What did he do with my shipment?” Caleb hissed as he crouched down so he was eye level with you.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about that, when he finds out what you’ve done, he’s gonna kill you.” You said, probably a stupid thing to say as it earned you yet another smack to your already bruised cheek.

“I’ll give you one thing, you’re tougher than you look. Shame you think you’re worth more to him, he’s known for the last twelve hours I’ve had you and he’s done nothing.” Caleb laughed as he stood to full height.

“Bullshit.” You hissed and Caleb laughed.

“Oh come on, you don’t think men like us put women above our businesses do you? More women like you will come along, more cunts to keep our cocks warm. Let’s be real, that’s really all you are and ever will be to him.” He laughed and you winced at the harshness, maybe he was right. He wasn’t here, wasn’t here to help you.

“Now,” he announced as he made his way over to a table, taking a hammer off it. “I’ve quite frankly grown bored. Tell me what he did with the shipment, tell me where it is.” He said, he was yet again in front of you. He’d taken your hand in his and if your wrist wasn’t roped down to the chair you’d have slapped him.

“You have quite dainty little fingers.” He said as he stroked over them. “Shame I’m going to have to break a few.” He said and you felt defeated, utterly defeated.

“I don’t know what he did.” You answered in a breathy whisper. “He doesn’t get me involved.” It wasn’t strictly a lie, you knew he’d stolen the shipment just not how.

“Given up? I would to, must be disappointing.” He laughed again as he crouched down to your level, stroking your sweaty hair out of your face, running a thumb harshly over the bruise on your cheek. “Maybe he hasn’t even noticed you’ve gone, that spot you occupy in his bed probably isn’t cold, already filled.” He taunted and you felt the tears fall.

“Just let me go. I can’t help you.” You said, your heart was broken. He knew you were here, and he’d done nothing. Maybe it was all bullshit, maybe he didn’t love you like he said he did.

“But we’re having so much fun.” He said as he stood up again. “I know you know something, you must, you sauntered around that mansion enough.”

“I don’t.” You said, completely defeated now.

“Tell you what, you can serve as a lesson, I’ll give you back to him. Since you can’t help and show him what happens to his stuff when he messes with mine.” He said and you succumbed to the tears.

Tom was panicking he’d not seen you all day, you’d gone out for lunch and now he couldn’t get a hold of you. His mind was racing, he’d sent all of his staff out to find you and no such luck, it was like you’d disappeared into thin air. He was pacing his office, running a hand through his hair when he heard it. Three loud knocks to his mansion’s door. He hastily made his way downstairs, Harrison in tow.

As soon as he opened the door, a body collided with his own. He only just caught it in time, the body almost limp in his arms. It took his brain a moment to catch up as he realised just who it was that had been thrust into chest.

“Caleb sends his regards.” A man laughed and Tom felt frozen. How had this happened? Not you, not his precious princess. Tom watched as the man disappeared, Harrison giving chase.

It was your small fist on your right hand that grasped his shirt that brought him back to reality, he picked you up, one arm around your back, the other in the crook of your knees as you winced in pain.

“I’m sorry princess.” He mumbled as he took in your features, you looked so tired, bruised cheek. Tom felt his anger rise, Caleb should count his days lucky because when Tom found him it would be the last day he spent on Earth. He took you into your shared room, placing you carefully on the bed as he took in the rest of you. The outfit you’d worn that day was dirty but still intact, your wrists were raw, evidence of the rope that had tied them down, the same with your ankles.

You had bruises almost everywhere, face tear stained. You were half awake, weak as you fluttered your eyes occasionally before closing them again. Tom sat with you on the bed for a while, thinking about his next move, of all the ways he was going to torture Caleb for doing this to you. He heard commotion downstairs and knew Harrison had caught whoever had brought you back to him.

Tom didn’t leave you, he knew Harrison would take over, bring the men back and make sure whoever he’d caught was dealt with until Tom could deal with it. Harrison was his right-hand man, one of his most trusted advisors. Tom looked down at you, moving stray strands of hair from your face, he almost cried at the sight.

He kept a hand on your chest, evidence you were alive. He brought his lips to your forehead as he kissed it, a tear making its way down his cheek. You didn’t deserve this, and he couldn’t protect you, he failed at the one thing he’d promised to himself. It wasn’t long before your eyes fluttered open to look at him.

You took in Tom as you opened your eyes, he looked tired, upset as he held a hand to your chest, hair a mess and those brown eyes had seemingly lost their usual spark. You looked at him, no energy to speak. He’d left you, didn’t come for you when you wanted him to, you briefly remember begging for him, pieces of the beating you’d taken coming back in flashes. You’d lost consciousness through parts, the pain too much.

“Hey Princess.” He breathed out, voice soft, quiet. It almost sounded like there was an ounce of care in there, but you must be delusional. You just looked at him and he sighed before disappearing. You didn’t really wonder where he’d gone, what he was doing, you were thinking about how to get yourself home, away from this and away from him.

It wasn’t long before he lifted you again, you were too tired to fight with him as he took you to the bathroom, stripped you of your clothes and put you into the bath. The first bath you had was to get rid of the dirt, Tom ever so carefully washing your body and hair, it almost had you fooled into thinking he cared. He’d fooled you for almost two years now though.

He almost cried again as he took in the bruising that was all over your body, he took your left hand into his own and you winced, almost crying out in pain. He studied your hand, as if in some sort of mocking he took in the bruising of your left finger, the one he intended to place a ring on. He could tell just by looking at it that it was broken. He whispered out an apology, he needed to call his personal doctor to come and see you.

He lifted you again, carefully, before running a second bath, placing you in there, probably hoping the hot water would relax your tired muscles. It was silent, the only sounds being your winces, Tom’s quiet apologies and his soft kisses to your skin. Tom was the first to properly break the silence.

“I’m so sorry princess.” He said softly and you wondered how this man, your Tom could have left you like that, left you to die for all he knew. You didn’t speak, too tired for an argument with him. He sighed as he sat with you, sitting on the edge of the bathtub as you got lost in your own thoughts.

Your gut was telling you it couldn’t be true, your Tom wouldn’t have left you like that, he’d have come for you if he’d known but your head was full of the things Caleb had said. Full of the doubt he’d put there, the doubt that Tom loved you at all, that he felt anything for you. You felt more tears slip down your cheek as you hastily and angrily tried to wipe them away.

“Hey, hey, I’m here, I’ve got you.” Tom said as he lowered himself to take you into his arms. Your good but wet hand fisting the dry fabric of his shirt as you cried into his shoulder. “You’re okay. I’m here.” He repeated as you cried for what felt like the millionth time that day. “I’m gonna take you to bed okay? I won’t leave you, not tonight.” But he already had hadn’t he? He’d left you with Caleb, maybe you were just a good fuck, and he couldn’t be bothered to find anyone else now that you were back.

He lifted you for the last time out of the bath, draining it as he stood you on your feet, wrapping a towel around your fragile frame. Rubbing his hands along your arms in an attempt to help you dry off. You didn’t fight him as he placed a shirt, his shirt, over your head, helping you get into bed. Everything about him was so soft in this moment, so gentle, it made it hard to believe what he’d done tonight or on the contrary, what he’d not done.

Tom’s doctor came and left, securing your finger, whatever he said to Tom was drowned out by your own thoughts. You tuned back in to hear the doctor say that your bruises were okay, you were going to be okay. But that was lie, you weren’t okay, far from it, not emotionally at least.

You fell asleep that night, hand fisted into his shirt, it was keeping you grounded, reminding you that you were here, with Tom, in his room, not back there. It was a reminder you weren’t dreaming. Tom held you until you fell asleep, coaxing your not broken fingered hand to interlace with his own, you knew you were probably grasping his hand too tight, but you needed to keep yourself anchored, stop yourself falling apart. You were tired and in no mood to fight and being here with Tom was a far better alternative than being back there with Caleb.

Tom was drifting into his own sleep when your scream jolted him awake, probably woke the whole mansion. Your body suddenly moving from his own as you became completely unsettled, face contorting in pain. Tom was quick to move as he tried to wake you, dodging your flailing arms, he took them in his hands, careful of your finger, pinning them above your head.

“Princess, it’s okay, it’s me. It’s Tom, it’s just me. You’re safe.” He repeated as he watched your eyes snap open and meet his, he was shocked to see the rage in them.

“Get off me.” You screamed at him, and he did, instantly, releasing you from his hold as he sat up, you sitting up onto your knees as you looked at him.

“Princess, it’s okay, calm down.” He reassured as he carefully went to take your hand in his, you slapped it away and stood up off the bed.

“Stay away from me, Tom. I want to go home.” You snapped and he stood from the bed as well. He heard a knock at the door, ignoring it.

“Baby, you are home.” Tom was utterly confused at your turn towards him, you looked so angry, so hurt with him and he couldn’t understand it. He’d spent all day looking for you, used every resource he had to try. He made his way towards you again, placing his hands on your shoulders.

He watched as you cried again, falling into his chest, you were tired, confused, that much he could tell. Like you were fighting an internal battle with yourself, one he knew nothing about, and it was frightening him, your sudden anger towards him setting him on edge. He heard a knock on his door again and bit back his anger, for your sake.

“Whatever it is, I’ll deal with it in the morning.” Tom snapped, hands moving to cover your ears as not to startle you. You suddenly moved, ripping yourself from his grip as you looked at him wildly.

“You left me.” You said and Tom looked confused, he felt confused.

“What, princess, I don’t know what you mean.” He said calmly.

“Bullshit. You left me and you know you did. Why is it you keep me around? A good fuck? The minute my life is in danger, you do nothing. You really had me fooled.” You ranted as you paced the room and Tom felt more confused than he ever had in his life. Left you? He would never, had he known where you were, he’d have come straight for you.

“I didn’t leave you princess, I promise. You know me, I love you. You know I’d do anything to make sure you’re safe.” He said as he carefully approached your figure, stopping your pacing and forcing you to look at him, tears streaming down your beautiful face again. You looked at him almost desperately, like you wanted to believe what he was saying but couldn’t.

“I, Tom. I can’t get these thoughts out of my head. I don’t want to believe that you left me, but you did. How do I know that what you’re saying isn’t bullshit?” You spoke, voice broken, and Tom almost cried again.

“If I’d have known where you were, I’d have come for you. You know me, Y/N, you know me.” He said sincerely.

“I want to believe you but I can’t. Caleb said-“

“Whatever he said was bullshit, baby, you know me. You know I’d move the world for you.” He said as he stroked your hair.

“I need to get away.” You spoke and you looked at him, you were begging him not to argue with you. “I need to think.” You said and it was so desperate that Tom couldn’t deny you, you needed it and he’d give it to you.

“Okay baby, I’ll let you go. Wherever you want, but tonight please just stay here and I’ll take you where you want to go tomorrow.” He pleaded and he watched you fight an internal battle with yourself, he knew what you were thinking. He knew you were thinking that if you spent the night in bed with him, you were scared you’d wake up tomorrow and all will be forgiven. Tom’s heart tore in two as he opened his mouth to speak.

“I’ll sleep next door. If you need anything that’s where I’ll be.” He said as he kissed your forehead and made his way out of the room.

It was 5 o clock in the morning when the door opened in one of his spare rooms, a body colliding with his own as it clung to him. He didn’t fight you when you climbed on top of him, wrapping yourself in him. His heart hammered in his chest, he was conflicted, you’d just asked, begged, for space and here you were making sure there wasn’t an inch of it.

You were on top of him, trying to pull his arms closer around you and he didn’t fight, not when he heard the small sigh leave your lips. He was careful not to hurt you as he placed his arms around your trembling figure on top of him.

“I just, I can’t. I need to feel safe.” You cracked voice reached his ears. He was conflicted, he knew this would have you feeling differently in the morning, but he couldn’t forget the pleading look in your eyes when you told him you needed space. He’d let you have this, give you what you needed tonight but tomorrow he had to let you go. As much as it would rip his heart out he had to let you go.

He held you, carefully as your breathing evened out in the crook of his neck. He was used to you wanting his touch but never like this, not this much. It was almost like you wanted to get inside him, wrap yourself completely in him, like you couldn’t get close enough. He did his best, did his best to make you feel covered and only when he heard your soft snores did he know that he’d been successful at making you feel safe.

“I love you so much.” He said as he held you and let his own tears fall.

He woke up and felt no weight on top of him, you’d moved. He thought you’d be downstairs and was shocked to see you sat cross legged on the bed next to him.

“I’m sorry about last night.” You said.

“You’re sorry?” He asked, what?

“I just, I couldn’t sleep without you.” You clarified and he nodded as he studied you carefully. He knew what was about to come, knew he needed to be a better man than he’d ever been in his life, for you. “I was thinking,” you started as you cleared your throat, although it did nothing for the croakiness of it. “Maybe we should talk.” You offered and his heart shattered, last night you were scared of it happening and it had.

He sat up as he rubbed his hands down his face, collecting himself because this was going to be the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life. He just couldn’t forget that begging in your eyes. The way you pleaded with him to let you go and in his mind this was the right thing to do. Be the man you’d begged him to be last night.

“You’re mind was pretty made-up last night.” He grumbled and he didn’t miss the way your eyes melted at his morning voice.

“I’ve had a chance to sleep.” You ran your uninjured hand through your hair as you shrugged.

“Y/N,” He hated using your name, he hardly ever used it but pet names? Not right now. “With me.” He continued and you furrowed your brows.

“So?” You huffed back.

“You begged me to let you leave last night.”

“I’ve changed my mind, I can’t sleep without you.” You said.

“Don’t do this to yourself, last night you wanted, no needed to leave, you told me so.”

“I was confused. Tommy,” that fucking nickname. “We can talk it out and I can stay here.” You were making this hard.

“I can’t. Y/N, you need let me do the right thing here, the right thing for you.”

“So you just want to leave me again?” You huffed out, anger rising on your ever beautiful features.

“Again? I told you last night that’s not what happened.” His voice still soft. “You need to clear your head and you and I both know you won’t do that when I’m here.” He reasoned, he knew you had to find a way to process this, and he knew what would happen if he let you stay.

He’d done his own thinking last night and he knew if he let you stay, if you allowed yourself to just get wrapped up in him instead of process what had happened to you and the cause of it, the cause being his lifestyle. He couldn’t do that to you, he needed to let you think even if that meant letting you go forever. He was ripping his heart out here and the look on your face was stomping it hard into the floor.

“But I don’t understand.” You whispered as you let a tear fall, Tom was quick to move and wipe it away, you caught his hand and brought it between your own.

“You will, you need to process this, need to think about what you really want. If you weren’t with me this never would have happened.” He said and you let out a choked sob, you knew he was right.

He’d moved you into a flat, well Harrison had moved your things in, Tom knew if he did it he’d become selfish and let you come home. Tom made sure it was secure, bought it in your name so you wouldn’t be attached forever if you decided to leave, it would be yours. He kept it safe but he stayed away, you’d been gone a week when you first called and out of instinct he answered.

“Tommy?” You sniffled down the line and he knew a nightmare had just woken you up.

“Y/N, this isn’t a good idea.” He warned softly.

“I know, I didn’t call you any of the other nights, but I just need to sleep.” You said and he sighed, running a hand over his face.

“What do you need?” He asked and he hoped you wouldn’t say what he thought you were going to, that would make it harder on both of you.

“Can you, I know you won’t come here and I can’t come there, can you just talk to me? Please?” You asked in a whisper and Tom couldn’t refuse.

“What do you want me to talk about?” He asked and he heard you sigh down the line.

“I don’t know, just anything.” You said and he heard you shuffle around presumably to get more comfortable.

That was the first of many phone calls, the two of them indulging themselves late at night when neither could sleep. Tom never called you, you always called him. He was becoming conflicted, he probably shouldn’t be doing this but he was too selfish.

“Tom?” You said and he knew that voice, already feeling blood rush downstairs. It’d been a while since he’d had any sort of relief.

“Y/N/N.” Tom groaned and he heard you giggle slightly, in that seductive way that could get him going at the most inconvenient times and you knew it. Yeah you were definitely horny and this wasn’t a call to help you sleep.

“Tom, I need you.” You panted down the phone at him and he threw his head back into his pillow.

“Y/N, no.” Tom said, firm tone and he heard you shuffle around and hoped to god you weren’t gonna start doing what he knew you were probably thinking. If he heard you moan that would be it, he’d drive over and he couldn’t let that happen.

“Come on, Tom don’t be a killjoy. You always want me.” You said and he heard you shuffle again.

“This isn’t a good idea.” He said, cursing himself for growing hard.

“Come on Tom, we’ve done it before.” You said and then he heard it, your little whimper that meant you’d probably touched your clit.

“Y/N.” He said firmly. He couldn’t let this escalate as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t. He heard you huff. “Please don’t.” He said.

“You don’t want to hear me take care of myself?” You tried again, a moan slipping down the phone.

“No.” Yes.

“Fine.” He heard you huff in defeat.

“We need to stop these phone calls, they’re not doing you any good.” He spoke, voice firmer than he thought it would be to say his dick was currently straining in his boxers.

“I don’t want to, I won’t, I’m sorry.” You stumbled over yourself.

“It’s not just about calling me for phone sex, it’s all of it, it’s not a good idea.” He said, he’d never gone soft as fast in his life, the atmosphere had changed massively. “Y/N/N,” he sighed. “I want you to stop calling me, until your head is clear I want you to stop calling me.” He said, voice soft and he heard your sharp intake of breath.

“Okay.” He heard you say after a while before you hung up.

That was two months ago, he knew you were okay, of course he did but he had had zero contact with you. You were slowly processing what had happened to you, thinking about what you wanted. No matter how many times you thought to yourself that Tom’s lifestyle wasn’t the reason you’d been practically tortured a bruise would remind you that if you weren’t with him it wouldn’t have happened.

It wasn’t until you went to bed that you realised how much you wanted him even if it wasn’t a good idea. He made you happier than anyone ever had, he cared, fuck did he care. He always wanted the best for you, you wanted to be angry at him for doing what he did but you couldn’t. Every time you took a branch of that anger it led you back to the same trunk, the same reason, he’d done it for you, been the better man for you.

Tom was a selfish man everyone knew that, if he wanted something it was his but with you? He couldn’t, he never had been. It made you realise that Caleb was wrong, he had to be, Tom hadn’t behaved like a man who used you to keep his dick wet. There was no way he could have faked that for so long. He was always faithful, not like half the men that rivalled him, he just wouldn’t do that to you.

You love him, that much is clear to you, the way he makes you feel and looks after you is something you know you’ll never have again and ultimately it’s what made your decision. Although you knew that what happened before could potentially happen again, you found yourself unable to care, Tom was it for you. You had to follow your heart, it couldn’t take the pain of being away from him but it didn’t mean you’d turn as much of a blind eye anymore.

You knew who the man was, who you wanted to be with, you wouldn’t be the naive girlfriend anymore, the one who pretended none of it happened. You had to take some responsibility yourself, toughen up, if you were going to be with him, you needed to toughen up and wake the fuck up. Realise how dangerous his world can be and if you were going to make yourself a part of that then you had to make some changes.

As long as you could have him the way you loved him behind closed doors then it was a risk you were willing to take. You couldn’t stop yourself as you brought up the contact you’d not used in two months.

In the two months since Tom had asked you to stop calling him he’d still not managed to find Caleb. Every lead was a dead end. He missed you. Missed everything about you, he took solace in the fact that he knew you were safe and probably healing. He found himself wishing you would call and he’d gotten so drunk one night that Harrison had had to take his phone from his hand to stop him calling you.

He lost hope daily that you were going to call him, that you were going to show up and realised you’d probably done the smart thing and decided not to have anything to do with him. It hurt him, truly it did but was he to do? Make you stay? He knew if he’d let you stay another couple of nights in his bed then you’d just consume yourself with him and not think about what you wanted.

His phone made him jump when it rang, he wasn’t used to this anymore, wasn’t used to seeing your contact pop up, not over the last two months. He almost declined the call until he thought about why you might be calling, you’d made no attempt to contact him in all this time, maybe you were ready to talk, maybe you’d cleared your head. His thumb swiped at the green button as he put it to his ear.

“Can you come over?” That was all he got, no explanation, nothing.

His fist banged on the door, you knew it was him, you knew immediately. You knew him like the back of your hand. You opened it and couldn’t help the small gasp that left your lips, was he trying to drive you insane? Those dress pants, white shirt tucked into his pants, rolled up sleeves? Fuck, he always looked like he was formed by the gods themselves.

“Hi darling.” He spoke and you couldn’t stop yourself as you threw yourself at him, hugging him tight. It was nice to feel him hug you back, be back in those arms that did nothing but make you feel safe, at home.

“Hi.” You whispered as you pulled back and pulled him into your flat, he was yet to see it.

“Why the late-night call?” He asked.

“I wanted to see you.” You shrugged, licking your lips that had become dry just from looking at him. “I miss you.” You spoke honestly.

“I miss you too.” He said back so easily, no time to think about the words.

The atmosphere in the room felt thick, thick with tension, the last time you’d spoken to him you’d wanted him to help get yourself off and you grew aroused at the thought. Your fingers just didn’t quite cut it, nor did the vibrator. Nothing would feel as good as having Tom wedged between your legs as he fucked into you.

He looked at you like he was thinking the same thing, he’d always said his hand wasn’t as satisfying as your wet heat. You grew hotter the more you thought about it, the more you thought about him getting himself off to the memories of the two of you fucking, just like you’d been doing. He watched your every move ever so carefully, your bruising was now all healed, finger free from its bandages.

You looked like you again but you had a shine to you that Tom liked, you looked happier, almost healthier. Like you’d been properly taking care of yourself and he smiled, it was good too see you happy after his last memory of you. He cleared his throat after a moment and spoke.

“Do you want to talk?”

“Not right now.” You answered as you approached him. “I did, but I don’t, not right now.” You rambled out as your mind became clouded with lust, it’d been so long since you’d had him, you’d not had anyone else, why would you? They wouldn’t give it to you like Tom would.

“Is this a good idea?” He asked quietly as he studied you, you didn’t say anything as you leant up to kiss him, tenderly, far more tender than you’d initially thought you were going to. You both sighed at the contact, you wanted him. He studied you for a moment, looking for a sign of regret and when he didn’t find it he captured your lips again.

This time a little more forcefully, but not by much. You kissed tenderly, carefully, almost like you were remembering each other, basking in the way one another felt against them again. You pushed your lips more forcefully against his and he groaned slightly as your hands weaved into his hair. It was still careful, neither wanting to overwhelm the other.

His hands found a firm place on your waist as he pulled you closer to him, lips growing slowly firmer until Tom’s tongue was tracing your bottom lip and you granted him access. You both moaned in pleasure as your tongues found each other’s after so long, neither of you forgetting how they almost danced together. The sound of your lips finally uniting being the only sound in the quiet flat.

It wasn’t long before Tom had picked you up, carefully, and your legs were wrapped around his waist as he carried you down the hallway and into your bedroom. Your kiss had grown much heavier along the way, your arousal for each other settling in properly as the only emotion left was lust, need for each other. You untucked his shirt as he carried you, hand trailing up his toned back.

His hand was carefully squeezing your waist, grabbing a handful of your arse every so often. You felt him harden against you and you knew he knew how wet you’d be for him when he took your shirts off. He kicked your bedroom door open and when he turned to shut it he pinned you against it.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” He was the first to say as he placed kisses along your throat, your hand fisting in the back of his hair.

“Feels like it.” You spoke as you felt his hardened length again.

“Like you’re gonna be any better.” He teased and as if to prove his point he ran a hand up your thigh and into your shorts, running his finger through your folds. “So wet.” He hummed.

He moved you and placed you on the bed, something digging into your back as he did. You moved your hand around until you found whatever it was and when you pulled it out you heard Tom mutter a ‘fuck.’

“Not quite the same but it took the edge off.” You said as you threw it down the side of your bed.

“Thinking about me?” Tom asked as he pulled your shirt over your head. “Did you touch yourself? Thinking about how well I fuck you with my fingers, tongue, cock?” He asked as he took in your braless and now topless figure. He couldn’t get enough of you.

“Always.” You panted when he brought his mouth over your hardened nipple. He hummed in response and it sent vibrations through your entire being. It ignited you in a way it always had, in a way only he could.

“That’s fucking hot.” Tom said as he popped your nipple from his mouth and as you attempted to undo the buttons on his shirt. You grew frustrated when they wouldn’t play ball and sat up, Tom moving with you, he looked at you confused for a second before you quite literally grasped the middle of his buttons and ripped it off, buttons flying everywhere.

“Fuck me.” Tom said, never had he seen you so needy for him, so desperate. It was doing things to him he couldn’t explain, he didn’t have much time to think as you latched your mouth onto his neck and sucked. You knew exactly where his sweet spot was, not hesitating to suck, you moved his now open shirt off his shoulders and it dropped to the floor. It wasn’t until you pulled back, eyes darker, completely consumed by lust that he realised what you’d done.

“Have you just left a mark?” Tom asked, almost astonished, it turned him on to no end. You just shrugged as you laid back on the bed, looking up at him and he swears he lost his dominant side for second. Completely in awe of you.

“Oh baby,” he didn’t miss your breath hitch at the nickname as he regained himself and crawled back on top of you. His own lips found the top of your breast, sucking his own mark onto it. “It’s cute, watching you try and take dominance from me, but we both know who’s in charge, don’t we darling.” He asked as he sat back to look at his handy work. He’d kicked his shoes off by now as he laid on top of you.

“Tom, please.” You begged and he chuckled, completely consumed by desire, the pair of you were by this point. His cock was throbbing for you and he knew you’d be clenching and unclenching around nothing, around the idea of him being inside you.

“What does my princess want? My fingers?” He asked as he made quick work of your shorts, placing a finger inside you that had you rolling your head back and moaning in pleasure. His kisses trailing down your body as he looked up at you through hooded eyes. “My tongue?” He asked as he placed it carefully on your clit. Teasing you by halting all movements, watching you squirm as you tried to create friction. “Tell me baby.” He spoke before oh so slowly dragging his down your folds to meet his fingers and dragging it back up. You sat up to look at him between your legs, god the look on your face was something of pure pleasure in itself.

“All of it, Tom, I just want you.” You panted out and he chuckled as he moved his finger, carefully sliding in and out of you, mindful that it’d been a while and while he knew your own fingers had been inside you, your fingers were smaller than his.

“I suppose it’s been a while. Should fuck you like you deserve to be fucked, the way you’ve missed.” He said and before you could respond his tongue was back on your clit as he sucked and licked at it, watching, and groaning as you threw your head back, body arching off the bed as one hand fisted his hair and the other your bedsheets.

It wasn’t long before you were squirming beneath him as he added a second finger, opening you up for him, your body shaking as you neared your first mind blowing orgasm in almost three months. He could have blown his load just from watching you as you arched off the bed, screamed his name and tightened so well around his fingers as you came. Panting, body shaking as he helped you through it.

He expected you to be all fucked out when he climbed back on top of you, what he was not expecting was for your still just as lust blown and wild eyes looking into his own. You took him by surprise when you pushed him onto his back before climbing on top of him. You didn’t ride him often and when you did, it was never with so much confidence. It was like he’d awakened something primal in you and he fucking loved it.

You made light work of his pants and boxers, straddling him as you confidently took his cock into your hand and placed him inside you. He couldn’t stop the moan that left his lips at the feeling and also the sight. This was not what he was expecting as you placed your hands on his chest and moved your hips of your own accord.

You’d never been shy in bed, not when it came to being beneath him but every time he’d relinquish control and let you be on top you’d ask for his guidance. Not tonight, tonight you were using his cock to get yourself off and he loved it, loved the way it made him feel. He moaned as he gripped your hips, you’d taken control, he hadn’t given it and fuck if it made him almost finish inside you right there.

You moaned as you moved your hips, feeling every inch of him as the angle had him brushing that spot you’d not felt stimulated in a while and it made you almost scream his name as you fucked him. You wee both moaning, sweating and you expected Tom to take control back but he didn’t, he let you have all the control.

“So much for we both know who’s in charge Tommy.” You moaned and you expected a cocky response but none came, just a moan of your name. “Fuck, you feel so good.” You said as you felt your high approach, felt as you tightened around him and it only served to make you moved faster. Tom became something of a moaning mess underneath you, something you’d never seen before and that urged you on as you chased both of your highs.

“Just like that baby.” He said and your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt your orgasm fast approach. “Shit, Y/N/N, I’m gonna come.” Tom moaned and you don’t know what came over you, a feeling of pure power maybe, but you’re glad that it did.

“Come for me Tom.” You whispered, voice laced in lust and command as you placed your lips to his ear, leaning back to watch as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he moaned uncontrollably, moaning profanities laced with your name. You’d never seen him like this, you felt powerful above him, the ever so powerful Tom Holland reduced to a moaning mess because of you. It urged you to finish chasing your high as you fucked him through his. You collapsed onto his chest, with an almost scream of his name as you felt euphoria wash over you.

“Fuck.” Was all Tom had to say when he came down from possibly one of the most explosive orgasms he’d ever had. He loved being in control he really did, but watching you like that? You could have the control whenever you wanted it.

“Yeah.” You mumbled against his chest as tiredness washed over you. He flipped you over whilst staying inside of you, carefully drawing himself out as he cleaned you both up. Whilst he was busy doing that it gave you time to realise just how much power you had over him. He could have easily taken back the control, shown you who was in charge and he didn’t not even when you practically dared him to.

He came back into the bed as he massaged your thighs that were now aching slightly. You shivered as he did, body feeling sensitive all over after your orgasms. You played with his curls as he rested his head on your stomach.

“Where did that come from?” He asked, amused tone.

“I don’t know.” You said honestly, you didn’t, maybe it was the fact that you’d not been able to have him for three months. Maybe it was the desire to hold power over him, even if just in bed, you weren’t sure but he’d woken something in you that you liked.

“I’m gonna have to let you take charge more often.” He laughed as he continued to massage your thighs, your hands still in his hair.

“How come you didn’t take it back? The control?” You had to ask.

“Didn’t want it, not then. Fuck, you looked you so hot. It did something to me, watching you use me to get yourself off, taking your own pleasure like that, fuck.” He said as he kissed your stomach.

“I hope this doesn’t mean you’ll be a sub now, I’ll miss you railing me into whatever surface we find ourselves on.” You laughed and he joined.

“No, but you can have the control, whenever you want it.” He spoke and it sounded so honest that your heart soared. Tom Holland did not give control to anybody, it wasn’t his style yet here he was telling you could have it whenever you wanted it. That’s how much he loved you, how much you were different to everyone else in his life. It solidified your decision.

“I want to come home.”

You’d worked things out between the two of you, a week’s worth of late nights and talking. You’d told him you wanted to be more involved, you didn’t want to shy away anymore, Tom was hesitant but agreed. You asked him to train you, make sure you could a least attempt to defend yourself, although that wasn’t going so well, every time he was teaching you one of you got distracted and you usually ended up underneath him.

Tom liked the change in you, you were tougher, more confident and he wondered what had brought the change. You were still the same woman he fell in love with, the same woman who was kind thoughtful and free but now? Now you weren’t afraid to speak your mind, you commanded a level of respect from his men now and he loved it. He loved everything about you and you him.

It was a month later when you both heard the commotion downstairs, you jolted up. Tom had only had to wake you from a couple of nightmares, they were seemingly leaving you, slowly but surely. Tom placed a hand on your arm, sitting up, your eyes frantically looked for his and calmed when they locked.

Tom got dressed as he made his way downstairs, he was shocked to see Harrison carrying the very man he’d spent just over four months looking for. He was struggling against Harrison but to no avail, Haz had a firm grip around the man’s arms.

“Found him, hiding out in some club.” Harrison spat as he threw the man down at Tom’s feet. He spat blood onto the tiled floor of the mansions entrance.

“Tom! How’d you like your girl? Sent her back nice and pretty for you.” Caleb said, laughing as he did. Tom felt his anger rise again, images of what he’d done to you filling his mind. Tom wasted no time in kicking him in the gut.

“Take him into the living room and tie him up, I’ll be back in a minute.” Tom said, he was going to say goodnight to you, this was going to take him a while. He huffed as he made his way into the bedroom and shit the door.

“What happened?” You asked as you rushed over to him.

“Haz found Caleb.” Tom said and he watched as panic flashed in your eyes for a moment before they found Tom’s.

“What are you going to do?” You asked, voice steady.

“Better question is probably what I won’t do.” Tom said as he took you into his embrace. He held you for a moment and kissed your head. You thought for a moment, this man had been your tormenter, the man who’d taunted you, made you feel heartbroken. This was the last part of getting over what happened to you. “I’m gonna be a while, so I came to say goodnight.” He whispered as he kissed your head.

“I want to come.” You spoke before you could stop yourself.

“What?” Tom asked, voice faltering.

“I want to watch you kill him Tom.” You spoke more confidently as you moved away from him.

“Absolutely not.” Tom said, sure he was willing to let you know about everything in his business, but seeing him deal with someone? No.

“Tom,” you said as you pinched the bridge of your nose. “I need this, I need to see him die. I’ll know it’s over then.” You whispered.

“Sweetheart, you don’t, I know you think you do but you don’t. You’re not gonna wanna see what I’m gonna do to him.” He said firmly.

“Tom, please?” You begged as you looked at him and you knew he was fighting an internal battle within himself. “If it gets too much, I’ll leave, I promise. I won’t think of you any differently, Tom I know you’d never hurt me.” You said, hoping to win him over.

“It’s not for the faint-hearted love. It’s not like in films, this is real life and what you’ll see, what you’ll watch happen it’ll change you. Make you more like me, darken you.” Tom said and you looked at him with all the confidence in world. This was the life you wanted, the life you’d chosen and you didn’t hold a single regret.

“Good.”

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—when the bodyguard your dad hired is your long lost rival.

Pairings: bodyguard Mark x mob-boss Reader

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: unprotected sex (be safe!), dirty talk, rough sex, oral sex, spanking, slut shamming, orgasm denial, mark is possessive but cute at the end.

The sounds of your heels clicking against the ground filled up the silent patio. You stormed into your house after receiving a text from your dad, basically demonstrated that he had sent you a new bodyguard since your job had been getting more intense lately. This should be the umpteenth guard that your dad hired, how are they supposed to protect you when every time you get into trouble, they can’t even take care of themselves.

You locked the door, kicking your shoes off before walking inside. Noticing a figure of a man sitting on the couch, you frowned. One hand holding the gun holster, the other finding the light switch. But they immediately fell onto your mouth when the man in question himself turned around due to the sudden light in the room. Your eyes went widen, still not believed in what you saw. He stood up, a coy smirk displayed on his face as he slowly approached you.

“You miss me?”

You looked him up and down, confirming that you were not dreaming, “M-Mark Lee? You’re alive?”

Your back is against the wall as Mark pressed his body on you, your faces were an inch away from each other. You’re babbling, dying to know how it’s possible for your long lost rival, Mark Lee, revitalized from his death and now standing in your house. Mark had been on the back of your head since the day you heard the news of his death from a combat. Apparently you’re supposed to hate him but that period of time was the darkest of your life, you practically couldn’t live without him.

He leaned in, his nose was brushing yours, “If I knew my appearance can earn that reaction from you, I would accept the job offer sooner.”

You tensed under his muscular body, his face plastered with arrogance. You squinted your eyes at him, “So you’re the body guard that my dad hired?”

Mark nodded, “Didn’t know that my death make your career path a lot easier. You’re the boss now huh?”

You pushed him away, you needed to go since you’re melting into his touch and that’s definitely not a good sign. You fixed your clothes before walking away.

“You can sleep on the couch or in the room next to the balcony. We’re going to the estate tomorrow.”, you called behind your back, “And don’t even think about breaking into my room at midnight.”.

You remembered that time you saw Mark sitting in front of your house with blood everywhere. You did let him stay at your place since he was terribly injured with two bullets in his shoulder and a gash on his ribs. He was super lucky to magically survive after that much damage, and you thought you could be a surgeon that you were phenomenally able to save him with some basic medical skills. Mark stayed with you for two weeks and literally broke into your room every night despite of your death threats and the locks on your door that you only bought because of him. You pathetically had no sleep at that time, how were you supposed to sleep peacefully when your hot enemy was pressing his chest against your back. You sighed, Mark Lee is the first bodyguard you didn’t kick out on the first day and the only bodyguard you let staying at your place.

—

You’re questioning yourself about the faith you put in Mark, your used-to-be enemy, that you actually allowed him to be your bodyguard and now you’re guiding him to your estate. What if he’s preparing for a terrorization?

“So why did you fake your death?”, you asked, only loud enough for him to hear clearly.

Mark glanced at you as he’s trying to find the perfect vocabulary for the situation, “The boss thought I’m a threat to the gang so they attempted to kill me many times, unsuccessfully though.”

“That you’ll murderer that coward and replace him? What in the mysterious novel is this?”, you laughed almost choked on your spit.

Everyone eyes landed on you and Mark when you stepped inside the building, the faint smile on your lips had soon faded away. They respectfully greeted you as you made your way to the office.

“What are you involved with?”

You heard him question when you’re in the elevator. Your fingers tapped on your lips,

“Pharmaceuticals”

“Drugs”

You darted your eyes at him as the word fell out of his mouth. “God, I’m trying to make it sound legal, no need to say it out loud like that.”, you gave him a warning look before continued talking.

“Automotive recovery and repair”

“Grand theft auto”

You’re not bothered to yell at Mark or whatsoever, as if he hadn’t done all that things.

“Defense trading”

“Selling illegal weapons”

You stopped a bit, looking at the number on the monitor screen of the elevator.

“And contract execution.”

The elevator was finally on the highest floor, which only has your office and the meeting room. You stopped at your track when you see a gap on your office door, you always remember to lock it up before going home, except it’s...

“Y/N!”

You almost passed out, you should’ve mentioned that you totally hate surprises. How do people find it’s funny when they scare the fuck out of somebody?

“Lee Haechan? When did you get here?”

You lost your balance when Haechan jumped on you for a hug, “Last night.”

You fumbled on your feet as the weight on you hardened your breathing. “God, do you always have to cling on me like that?”

His arms wrapped around your waist, he rested his head on the crook of your neck as he noticed the man that had been standing at the door frame.

“Who’s this? You better not cheat on me!”

You frowned, pushing Haechan away, “Cheat your ass! He’s my bodyguard.”, you turned around to look at Mark.

“Hey, you should go check the new people. If they mess up, I’ll kick your ass.”

You asked Haechan to leave before he continued making something up. You don’t know why he has a thing for pretending to be your boyfriend, sometimes cousin or even worse is step brother. He always knows how to get you into trouble and never take responsibility for that. You don’t know how come he’s your best friend and your assistant.

You locked the door after he already left, not care about Mark still froze at his space. You sat down, reorganized the stacks of papers on your desk.

“He’s your boyfriend?”

Your eyes flew up only for you to see that Mark was hovering over you, his hands pressed on the desk.

You looked back down, “Why would you care?”

He remained silent, you shrugged, unbothered by his question. Neither the two of you broke the silence first until you completed all the work, it’s already night time outside. You glanced at Mark, who’s sitting on the couch next to the window with his gaze focused on you. You flustered, wondering if he had been like that for 4 hours straight since you came to work after lunch.

“Let’s go.”

—

You’re walking to your car in the parking lot when someone familiar drew your attention.

“Jaehyun!”

You hollered while running towards the man. He caught you in his arms as you peck on his cheeks, which was not become unnoticed by Mark. He recognized the man, Mark had a few combats with him before.

You noticed the expression on Jaehyun’s face changed lightly when his gaze shifted. You knew what’s it about.

“He’s the bodyguard my dad hired, I’ll explain but I have to leave now okay?”

You gave him a small kiss on his lips before turning around, pulling Mark with you.

—

“Get out!”

Mark snarled when he finally pulled up in the garage. He walked out, leaving you confused in the car. Did he just yell at you? You gasped as the door beside you flung opened, he recklessly took off your seat belt before pulling you into the house.

“What the hell Mark?”

You asked when he pressed you against the door, still could not comprehend what’s happening.

“Shut up!”

He groaned into your ear, his head was on the crook of your neck, you squirmed as his hair tickled you.

“Have you done flirting with every man you meet? You want to be a slut so bad don’t you? You want Jung Jaehyun to fuck you right? And either whoever the man in your office was!”

Your body tensed under his, his breath hit your skin giving you some feelings. Both of your hands attempted to push Mark away by his shoulder but he didn’t move an inch. He left your neck to face you, his eyes gave you death stare.

“Mark take a fucking breath, okay?”, you muttered out. His eyes were still boring holes into you as you continued, “Haechan is my assistant and Jaehyun”, you stop, “I like him.”

“That jackass? That? Him?”

You frowned, “He’s not a jackass.”, you debated.

Mark grabbed you around the waist, “He doesn’t ever touch you again. Understand?” His tone was venomous. “You’re mine.”

You stood in silence as your brain functioning his words. His proximity to you was turning the heat in your veins from anger into something else.

“Oh yeah, Mark? I’m yours?”

“Mine.” His face was mere inches from yours.

You narrowed your eyes. “Fucking prove it, then, asshole.”

He tightened his grip around your waist and practically threw you onto the couch. You turned and tried to crawl away but he pulled you back down, forcefully, and slammed his hips into your ass. You could feel his erection straining against his trousers as he ground into you. You braced your hands on the couch as he kicked your legs apart and shoved your dress up around your waist.

“You want me to fucking prove it?”

He cupped your ass in his hands and squeezed hard before ripping off your lace panties and throwing them on the floor. One hand snaked around your waist to keep you from escaping while the other ran along your slit. Mark placed his finger in his mouth tasting you groaning lowly and then pulled it out with a pop. He kneeled down and ran his tongue along your slit before digging in. His tongue circling your clit before darting into your hole then going back. You moaned, your hands gripping the edge of the couch as you felt your orgasm fast approaching.

"M-Mark..." you whimpered as your legs started to shake. He groaned against you as he kept going, the vibrations making your mind go blank. "I-I-I'm... I'm go-gonna..."

He pulled away in a moment, leaving you undone. You whined, desperate to come. Instantly his hand came out and wrapped around the back of your neck pulling you close to him and smashing his lips into yours in a sloppy kiss, his tongue dominated yours as you can taste yourself on it. His other hand ran up your thigh until it reached your ass and he gripped a cheek roughly causing you to moan out.

“Do you think you deserve to cum? You acted like a slut so I treat you like one.”

He started to kiss and bite along your neck stopping every so often to leave some marks. You heard the metallic click as it was unfastened and then his zipper as he freed his cock. Then, in one motion, he slammed into your cunt.

“How about this, huh? Do you like my cock inside you?”

You gritted your teeth and nodded, Mark smacked your ass, hard. “Answer me, goddamnit. Do you like my cock inside you?”

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Say it.” He began a slow but punishing rhythm, pistoning into you as hard as he could. “Fucking say it, Y/N.”

“Yes–Mark....” He punctuated each of your words with a deep thrust. “I – like – your – cock – inside – me – ”

“You like it when I fuck you hard?” he growled as he began to speed up.

“Yes… yes… oh God, yes,” you moaned, giving yourself over to the pleasure.

“You filthy fucking slut… you like it when I fuck your pussy from behind like this?”

“Yes! Mark, yes!” you could feel your climax already approaching as Mark reached down to rub your swollen clit with his hips slamming into you nonstop.

“Are you mine, Y/N?” he roared.

“Yes, Mark, I’m yours!”

With that, your orgasm tore through you, your back arching as your body pulsed around him. You had barely come down from your high when leaned over, “You should be grateful that I let you cum. Turn around, dirty girl. I want your mouth.”

Mark pulled out of you and you turned around kneeling in front of him, still feeling boneless. He grasped your hair and you let your jaw drop open; he bucked his hips forward and you could taste yourself on his cock. You sucked him greedily as he thrust forward.

He groaned as he emptied himself into your mouth; you swallowed everything Mark gave you before slowly licking him clean. He fell flopped himself onto the couch, shaking from the force of his release, before wrapping his arm around your naked body.

For a few long minutes, the only sound was your labored breathing as you tried to recover.

“Do you actually like Jaehyun?”

Mark mumbled but loud enough for you to hear, his breath was still heavy.

You leaned in to rest your head on his shoulder, your legs curled up, pressing against your bare chest. “Yes, but I guess it doesn’t matter anymore.”

His hand brushed your hair comfortably, “Why?”

“Didn’t you just claim me like two minutes ago? You can’t change your mind.”, Mark couldn’t help but giggled, he pressed his chin on your head. “Since when you have feelings for me?”, you looked up only to see his sharp jawline, his signature scent filled up your nostrils.

“I don’t know dude, may be that time when you held a dull dagger on my throat or when you attempted to shoot me with no bullet loaded in the gun.”

You slapped his arm playfully, “That was an accident!”

The room went into silence again, your eyes stared into the city outside of the wall of windows.

“Do you know when I figured out my feelings?”

Mark traced your fingers with his thumb, waiting for your answer. “I kissed Jaehyun because it’s the last kiss, I thought you don’t care.”, you intertwined your hand with his, “But I know you’re my everything the moment you I saw you sitting here, that my long lost hot rival is alive.”

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silver-pieces · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Misty Knight x gn!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Synopsis: Your double life as a criminal mastermind, and the partner of a cop, reaches a breaking point when Misty starts to suspect you.

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT, smut (FF, kissing, oral), angst, criminal activities, bittersweet ending

A/N: Day 13 of Marvel Girlfriend May - omg I am SO behind but you know what?? I’m going to keep going. I just finished watching Season 2 of Luke Cage and it should come as no surprise that I LOVE Misty!! Anyway here’s 2.6k of angst with her! I hope you enjoy ^_^

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Misty enters the club with one goal: to get a peek behind the curtain.

The precinct doesn’t have much on this place, nothing except rumours of something shady going on behind the scenes. Still, something in her gut tells her she needs to investigate.

The place has been recently renovated - the derelict warehouse transformed into a low-lit club with an elevated stage in the centre of the room. A modern jazz band keeps the energy high with their vibrant riffs and low bass.

She situates herself to the side of the room at first, keen eyes getting a lay of the land.

It’s pure luck that your bartender recognises her as a cop. Her robotic arm is well-concealed, but he recognises her face from a bust she headed up a few weeks ago.

You thank him for the heads-up, and order him to go back to the bar and act like nothing is wrong.

Once he leaves, you bring up the security cameras and flick through them closely.

Shit. Misty. You knew the cops had caught your scent, but out of all the cops at the Harlem precinct, why did they have to send your girlfriend?

You check your phone - no new texts from her. She thinks you’re working late across town.

“Fuck,” you hiss to yourself, massaging your temples. You have to do something. Your finger hovers over her number as you debate calling her.

Movement on the screen catches your attention - she’s weaving through the club, towards the back rooms where your office is. Double fuck.

You press the comm in your ear that links you to the guards stationed around the place. “There’s a detective here. Do not let anyone into the back rooms, copy?”

A round of confirmations sound off as they each respond.

You force yourself to breathe and lean back in your chair to relax.

On the screen, Misty gets closer and closer. You can see her sizing up the guards, a calculating look on her face that you recognise well.

Oh, she’s good. You’ve never seen your girlfriend in action like this before.

It’s less entertaining, however, when she slips past your guards with ease moments later.

You jerk out of your seat. No.

A million calculations rush through your head. There’s no time to stop her now, she’ll reach this room before your guards can stop her.

So you take your laptop and your bag and run.

Whoever designed this place is smart. They had been prepared for this exact situation, able to make a fast exit, while leaving no incriminating evidence behind, not even a fingerprint.

Misty tries to reconstruct the scene in her mind based off of what she knows. Someone was in here recently - the faint whiff of perfume in the air is proof of that. The scent is strangely familiar.

But it’s not enough. Something is off about this whole thing, and she can’t put her finger on it.

In her experience, most mob boss types prefer to sit pretty and hide behind the law. So why did this one run?

Her train of thought is interrupted by the buzzing of her phone.

A text from you blinks up at her.

Just finished work. Takeout for dinner?

She quickly types out a response.

As long as it’s not street kebabs again. I’ll be home soon.

She decides to leave reporting back at the precinct until tomorrow, eager to get home to you. There’s much to say anyway.

Sneaking back out past the guards is almost as easy as getting past them in the first place. The security here could do with some serious upgrading. Either that, or they’re playing some kind of game she hasn’t figured out yet.

She heads straight home, distracted by her own thoughts, pulling at threads and turning over suspicions in her mind, sinking deeper and deeper into her detective mindset.

It’s only when she gets inside and catches sight of you, waiting for her, that the thoughts finally take a break.

“Hey,” you say, smiling coyly at her as you hold out a flute of champagne.

She sets her bag down and takes off her coat, surprised at your actions. You’ve lived together for a while now, and never have you waited for her at the door like this. Still, she can’t deny she is relieved to see you after such an unsatisfying end to her day. “Hi.”

You hand her the drink as she approaches. “How was work?”

She frowns. “It was a little weird, actually yeah.” She goes over the scene again. The back office, abandoned only moments before she got there. Something about it just nags at her. She blinks, and looks away. “But we don’t need to get into it now.”

You take her by the wrist and lift her glass to yours, clinking them together. There’s a look in your eyes she can’t quite figure out.

“Cheers,” you say with a grin, before taking a sip. “Come on, let’s eat before it gets cold.” Then, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek, your murmur in her ear, “you look amazing, by the way.” She’s still in the outfit she wore to the club, a skintight dress that shows off her curves in all the right places.

As you move away to take a seat, a faint whiff of your perfume drifts through the air. And your scent sparks a memory.

Misty freezes.

No.

You can see the red and blue lights outside your club from a distance as you turn down the street. A quick concealed call to your head of security confirms all of your fears - a warrant has been issued to search the entire warehouse under suspicion of criminal activity.

Shit.

There’s more than proof of your criminal activity in there - there’s proof of you. Sure, purchasing the club under a false identity might throw off a normal bunch of cops, but not her. Not your brilliant, sharp-witted, detective lover.

You blink away tears you didn’t even realise had begun to creep up on you. Three weeks since she came to your club, three weeks of keeping your guard up just in case she returned. But she never did.

Finally, just for a moment, you had allowed yourself to believe you might have gotten away with it. That things between you and Misty could stay as they were - happy.

Street-light streaks by the windows as you push down the accelerator, but you barely take in your surroundings. Your mind is going through the past few weeks, reassessing every interaction with Misty. Every touch given, every word spoken, every passing glance.

If she doesn’t know it’s you, you can slip away before she has the chance to find out. But if she knows it’s you, if she’s known this whole time... Your knuckles go white as you grip the steering wheel harder.

The house is dark - just as you left it.

The car idles, and you allow yourself a second in the car to breathe. You go over the options in your mind, second guessing everything, and coming to the same conclusion. Misty will find you out if she hasn’t already. You have to leave.

You slip in through the front door, moving silently in the dark. But the light from the street allows you enough to see by, so when you turn, you instantly notice something out of place.

The bag you came for, the bag stuffed full of cash and a new fake ID, is sitting on the table, unzipped.

“Freeze.”

She points her gun at you despite every fibre of her being fighting against it. The thought of pulling the trigger kills her, despite your betrayal.

“Misty,” you say in greeting, slowly raising your hands in the air. There’s none of that warmth in your gaze now.

“Don’t,” Misty grits out. Every moment spent by your side these past few weeks has been like torture. Knowing you’ve been lying to her about everything - is this coldness, this calculating persona, the real you?

You take a step towards her anyway, rounding the table. The harsh light of the street casts sharp shadows across your face and for a moment the sight of you takes her breath away.

She can’t bear it. “I said, don’t.” She angles her head at you, warning in her eyes.

It seems to work, because you pause. Your gaze flicks to the bag on the table. The one she found weeks ago. “How long have you known, baby?”

Misty blinks. Baby. You called her baby... like the two of you are still... No. “You are under arrest.”

That seems to get through to you. For a brief moment, a wave of satisfaction fills her, as realisation dawns in your eyes, and you swallow in fear, and she knows she’s caught you.

But that moment shifts into tension as you regain your footing. “I’m not going with you,” you say, shaking your head. Your eyes dart to the bag again.

She takes a step forward, closing the distance, keeping her gun between you. “Yes you are.” Damn, her game is off. She doesn’t usually let suspects talk so much. A part of her wonders if her boss was right, and she should have let someone else do the arresting. But she knew it had to be her. You’re her responsibility now. “Hands behind your back.”

But you don’t obey, standing stubbornly still.

She gets close enough that the end of the gun presses into your chest. “Get your hands. Behind. Your. Back.”

You give an almost imperceptible shake of your head.

Being this close to you is killing her. All the moments of intimacy you two have shared, pulling you together again like a taut golden thread. The look in your eyes tells her you feel the same.

One word, one she’s not even sure she means, slips out. “Please.”

You peer into her tear-filled eyes, and then drop your gaze to her lips, leaning in close, allowing her gun to dig in further. “You’ll have to kill me.” Your voice is quiet, but strong.

Her finger braces on the trigger, and she tells herself not to give in, but the thought of hurting you instantly crumbles her resolve. She lowers the gun. “No,” she whimpers, and turns away, hiding her face in shame as the tears begin to fall.

Then, she feels your fingers cup her by the chin, turning her face up. Before she can truly react, your lips are on hers.

Misty breaks. She doesn’t question it, she just opens her lips and lets you in fully, your tongue brushing against hers and swirling as you deepen the kiss. It’s a goodbye kiss, one filled with anger and pain and regret, and Misty moans into it. Her arms come around your waist possessively.

You embrace it, your front colliding against hers and pushing her further with a strength she didn’t think you capable of. A brief thought hits her - it’s like she’s getting to know you for the first time ever. Then, her mind goes blank again, because you’re pushing her back, onto the table.

Her back hits the table, but her head falls back on something tough and loose - your bag. A few bundles of cash slide out and land on the table. Blood money.

“Misty,” you call to her.

She looks up at you, breathless and looking down at her from above, like a dark angel with bad intentions.

“Stay with me.” You say it like an order, and then you’re kneeling down between her legs and pulling her clothes off.

She allows you to, despite some part of her gut telling her this is wrong. Any second now, a parade of police officers could burst through the door and -

You lift her legs over your shoulders in a smooth motion and pull her thighs until her pussy is at the edge of the table, right in front of your face. More bundles of your money slide out of the back, following her motion.

You pin her with a dark look. One that in all your time together, you’ve never showed her before.

“Who - ” Misty tries to say, but the words get stuck in her throat. “Who are you?”

An unreadable expression washes over your face. You reach up and press your hand down on her abdomen, pinning her to the table. “I’ve lied about many things. But I promise, baby, I truly am your lover.”

She goes to respond, but then you lean in and lick her pussy so thoroughly her eyes roll back and all that comes out is a gasp.

“Fuck,” you moan into her wetness. “Last time I ever get to taste this pussy, and I swear it’s the sweetest it’s ever been.” And you delve back in, clearly determined to explore every inch of her pussy.

But Misty is suddenly furious. Last time. Her hand reaches for your head, intending to pull you away, but you go faster now, sending pleasure arcing through her veins and forcing her to pull you in closer to her weeping folds. “Fuck. You.” This is all your fault.

You emit a decadent, luxurious moan, rumbling against her clit.

Her free arm swings up behind her, as she is hit with a sudden climax. She reaches up for a grip, and only ends up disturbing your bag full of money further as her orgasm overtakes her.

“Oh - my - god!” she cries out, the sensation of your tongue laving against her clit stoking the heat she feels inside into a raging bonfire of bliss. Stacks of money pile out of the back and onto the table around her, some even hitting the floor, but she couldn’t care less.

Not when she has you greedily licking and sucking her to full completion.

I promise, baby, I truly am your lover. “You liar,” she moans. You’ve never made her come this hard. You hid this skill - this passion - from her, and goddamn she wants to slap you for it. If only for now showing her what she’s been missing this whole time.

Her orgasm finally fades, and instead of cuddling in bed like your normal routine used to be, you just wipe your face, give her a scorching look, and start picking up the piles of money that have fallen around her limp, drained form.

Misty can’t even think, let alone speak. Her gun lies on the floor somewhere. She could probably reach for it now, while you’re busy preparing to leave. But the high of her orgasm hasn’t faded yet, and she can’t bring herself to face reality.

Finally, the sound of you zipping up your bag jars her out of her haze. She pushes herself up on unsteady limbs, rounding to face you. Her bare legs feel the chill of the night closing in.

You hoist the bag over your shoulder and meet her gaze, a look of pain in your eyes that quickly shifts into a steely coldness.

Misty blinks. If this is it, and you’re leaving, she doesn’t think she could stand it if you didn’t say anything. But she can’t think of anything to say that might sum up what she’s feeling.

Apparently, neither can you. After a moment, you turn away and make for the door in silence.

But as you open it, you pause.

Then, you turn back to her, and nod.

And she hears you murmur to yourself, “One hell of a goodbye.” before the door swings shut behind you.

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