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emthephantom · 2 months ago

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☆New Things- Nathan Young☆

Nathan Young x Female!Reader Your Powers are revealed and Nathan helps you Warnings: Brief mentions of sex- No Smut Words: 1250 A/N: Hellooo ghosties, been watching Misfits and thought I'd start writing for Nathan. I hope you enjoy :)

'I just don't get it, we were there and we haven't got any powers, it's not fair.' you grumbled, scrubbing the graffiti harder.

It had been a couple of weeks since the storm and everyone but you and Nathan had powers. It was depressing. Powers or not, you grew close to the gang, becoming good friends with them.

'I'm telling you Y/N, we need to have a quick shag and we'll get some.' the Irish accent chimed, his eyes mischievously gleaming. You were used to Nathan's antics; the constant banter gave you something to look forward to in the mornings, no matter how vulgar.

'Oh shut up, you wanker.' you reply, waving your hand to dismiss him. You begin to return to the task at hand when you hear a crash.

Nathan lays on the floor, not moving a muscle—a trickle of blood leaks from his forehead. Your eyes widen at the boy's state. You drop the brush on the concrete as worry consumes you. Your feet rushed towards Nathan's body. You kneel beside him, delicately placing a hand on his cheek. 'I don't understand what happened,' you begin, 'Did I do something?' you turn to the rest of the group, your eyes watering. Shock filled them while they attempted to send you a look of sympathy, not knowing how else to respond.

You focus your attention back on Nathan. Using your orange jumpsuit, you wipe the blood off his forehead. You continue cradling him, hoping he'll be okay.

'Guess that shag's off the table.' he quietly chuckled.

You breathed a sigh of relief, followed by a stream of apologies. Nathan's cold hand rests on yours, stopping your rambling. His piercing green eyes look into yours, 'Y/N, I'm fine, just help me up.' he smiles.

You smile back at him, scrambling to your feet to help him up. When you join the others, Kelly shoots you a look. She then gestures to your hand- still holding Nathan's. You quickly pull away, feeling your face flush. The probation worker prevents an awkward conversation from happening and allows you to go home. All of you walked back into the community centre, desperate to get going.

As you're getting changed you feel a tap on your shoulder. You spin around, meeting eyes with a certain curly-haired boy.

'Nathan?' you questioned.

'Wanna go for a drink?' he interrupted.

'I'd love to.'

'I'll meet you outside.' he smiled, shooting you a wink. You hurriedly got changed and said a quick goodbye before meeting Nathan in the car park.

The walk to the pub was quiet but comforting. You couldn't stop looking at him; he looked so handsome. You longed to hold his hand again, touch his face, kiss those lips.

'So how are you dealing with your new power?' he quizzed.

'I don't understand it, how come I sent you flying?'

'We'll help you, you know that.'

You couldn't believe what you were hearing, Nathan Young being supportive?

'Thanks Nathan'

He nods in response, continuing the walk to the pub. You're walking in comfortable silence when you feel Nathan throw his arm around your shoulder. The sudden contact sent a shudder through your body.

After what felt like an eternity, you arrived at the bar, finding a table and getting your drinks. It was awkward at first but soon became like heaven. Drinks kept coming and the laughs were never-ending. You didn't want to leave.

'Shit, I should be getting home.' you said

'Do you want me to walk you home?'

'I'd like that.'

You finished the last of your drink and started heading out. The cold night air hit your skin, making you shiver. Nathan walked alongside you, taking notice. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. A smile played on your face, you fit so perfectly together, his arm belongs on you. 'It must be a sign' you thought.

You couldn't stop staring at him, thinking about him, wanting him. One question played in the back of your mind, why was he being so nice? His beautiful accent snapped you out of your thoughts, 'Well this is goodbye, for now, no cock reveal just yet.' he joked.

'I'll see you tomorrow.' you smiled sweetly as you entered your home. He sends a grin back and goes on his way. You hover near the door for a while; almost like you're waiting for him to return. Unbeknownst to you, Nathan wanted nothing more than to come back and be in your company.

The next morning arrived and you were sat on the roof, mindlessly kicking a stray bottle. You hear footsteps and feel hands over your eyes. 'Simon is that you?' you tease. Your eyesight returns and the dramatic slap of arms echoes in your ears.

'Really?, of all people you think I'm Simon?'

You turn to look at Nathan, a questioning look on your face- curious as to what he was doing.

'Just thought I'd check up on you' he said, plopping down on a chair across from you. His gaze lands on the bottle you're still fiddling with. His eyes widen and he lunges for the bottle, grasping it before putting it on the wall behind him. He grabs your hands, leading you towards it. You already miss his touch and are tempted to reach out for him.

'Try to break it.'

'What? Nathan, what are you getting at?'

'I'm helping you. Break it.' You sigh and focus on the bottle. Squinting your eyes, you pray something will happen.

Silence...

Nothing.

You huff in annoyance, and your shoulders sag. Nathan places his hands on your hip, the cold feeling of them sinking through the jumpsuit, giving you flashbacks to the night before.

'Try to use your hands, like you did to me.' The reminder of yesterday's events makes a scowl appear on your face. With a sigh, you focus again, your hand in front of you.

Silence...

Crash!

You jump up in excitement, turning to Nathan. He's just as excited for you, his smile stretching to his ears. You throw your hands around him and he sweeps you off your feet, twirling you around. 'You're a good teacher.' you giggle.

'I could teach you other things.' he teases. He puts you down and looks into your Y/E/C eyes. Your hands rest on his shoulders, you're comfortable enough to ask the question that you so desperately need answering.

'Why have you been so nice to me?'

'I saw how much you cared. I might be a right horny bastard most of the time but I feel different with you.'

You both stood there in silence, Nathan gazing at your face. You could tell he was genuinely admiring you, taking you in, like you'd disappear if he looked away. 'So when do you wanna see my cock?'

'Nathan!' you shouted. He let go of you and started running around; hot on his trail you ran after him. Giggles and screams filled the air- a wholesome sound rarely heard at the community centre. Eventually, you caught up to him and he hugged you again, resting his head on top of yours.

'I do like you, seriously.' he whispered.

'I know.'

The other four were watching you from afar, admiring the sweet view.

'You have to admit they are kinda cute.' Alisha spoke.

'You should see what he thinks of her, it's like he doesn't care I can read his thoughts; it's sickening,' Kelly responded, 'But he does like her a lot'

#misfits e4 #nathan young #nathan young x reader #misifts x reader #robert sheehan

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somedaylazysomeday · 2 years ago

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SomedayLazySomeday's Masterlist

Hey, friends! Here is the collection of everything I’ve written up to this point. Fics have their own page to keep things neat, and those links are posted under the media to which they belong.

All fics feature a female reader with minimal physical description and no use of ‘Y/N’. All of these works are rated mature or explicit and are not intended for minors. Please take note of the warnings listed on the chapter links for each fic.

Thanks for reading and enjoy!

- Ink

Arcane (2021)

Good Intentions - Silco x fem!reader. - 54.7k words. Reader runs a charitable organization, the Haven, which seeks to help people overcome their Shimmer addiction. Silco soon takes an intense interest in the Haven and the woman who operates it.

Noisy - Viktor x fem!reader. - 7.2k words. Reader is a student at the Piltover Academy and lives in student housing, one floor below Viktor. He’s a bit of an insomniac… and a noisy one at that.

Avengers (2012)

Cold - Loki x fem!reader. - 3k words. Reader is in a casual physical relationship with Loki. When she attends a party at Avengers Tower with someone else, he’s bothered by the idea that she’s ashamed of him. Themes of jealousy and minor monsterfucking.

Beetlejuice

A Deal with a Demon - Beetlejuice x fem!reader. - 13.3k words. Reader is a witch who’s a little down on her luck. She summons a demon for help, but he turns out to be very different from what she expected. Themes of magic, desperation, and monsterfucking.

Black Sails

Captured - Captain Charles Vane x fem!reader. - 9.1k words. Reader disguised herself as a man to cross the ocean, but her ship was captured by pirates who brought her on as a member of their crew. Vane eventually figures out the truth. Dub-con themes in Part One; mind the warnings!

The Boondock Saints

Na Buachaillí - Murphy MacManus x fem!reader, Connor MacManus x fem!reader. - 13k words. Reader is a high school science teacher working temp jobs over Christmas break to help pay for her divorce.

Ex Machina (2015)

Winner Take All - Nathan Bateman x fem!reader. - 11.6k words. Reader knows Nathan from MIT, and they constantly run into each other during trivia night at a local bar. Enemies to friends to lovers vibes.

The Gray Man (2022)

Paranoid - Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader. - 9.7k words. Reader runs into Lloyd and he takes a liking to her. She can’t say the same for him. Dark!fic with themes of non-con. Mind the warnings on this one!

The Hobbit

Dexterity - Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader. - 14.6k words. Reader sells wool at Erebor’s markets and is familiar with the king, handsome and aloof. But Thorin rapidly warms up when a storm forces her to stay in Erebor overnight…

A Boon - Elvenking Thranduil x fem!reader. - 20.2k words. Reader owns a bar in Lake-Town and is very unimpressed with the Elvenking, even as he slowly works to win her over. Enemies to lovers vibes.

Labyrinth

Dreams - Jareth x fem!reader. - 7.7k words. Reader wished away her college roommate, beat the labyrinth, and resisted the Goblin King. But he isn’t done with her yet… Themes of dark fae, magic, and predator/prey.

Random Jareth Fics - Jareth x fem!reader - 6.8k words. Reader is a teacher who was wished away by a young student. She becomes Jareth’s eyes and ears in the human world, working to keep his legend alive. Over time, she becomes less human, but an occasional need still arises.

Narcos

Informant - Javier Peña x fem!reader. - 2.3k words. Reader has some information about Pablo Escobar and ends up making a different sort of deal. (Similar in tone to Oaths, but I hadn’t quite figured out how to write Javier Peña’s character yet.)

Oaths - Javier Peña x fem!reader. - 11.5k words. Reader is a nurse who treats the Escobar family. She turns information over to the DEA, though she doesn’t care for the agent assigned to her case.

Matter of Perspective - Captain Horacio Carrillo x fem!reader. - 9.6k words. Reader works for the DEA in Columbia and accompanies the Search Bloc to prove one of her theories. Enemies to lovers vibes.

Southern Vampire Mysteries/True Blood

Blood Donor - Eric Northman x fem!reader. - 2.4k words. Reader is a were-animal working for the vampires of a town Eric is visiting. You are sent to feed him.

Star Wars

Target Acquired - Jango Fett x fem!reader. - 9.6k words. Reader is a bounty hunter who often finds herself in direct competition with Jango Fett. They have a deal: whoever catches the bounty sets the terms of their night together.

Pursuit - Boba Fett x fem!reader. - 6.5k words. Reader is a bounty Boba finds, but she must convince him to let her go… even if they both know it’s only temporary.

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Hunted - Hunter x fem!reader. - 7.3k words. Reader works with the Bad Batch. She has a crush on Hunter that seems one-sided… until a chance encounter with a mysterious substance on a mission. Sex pollen and themes of predator/prey.

Aim - Crosshair x fem!reader. - 9.9k words. Reader works with the Bad Batch and gets stranded with Crosshair after a mission. They won’t make it back to the Havoc Marauder without blowing off some steam. Enemies to lovers vibes in both parts.

Experiment - Tech x fem!reader. - 3.5k words. Tech thinks he can’t be distracted from his work. Reader bets that isn’t true, and she’s willing to prove it.

Stretch - Wrecker x fem!reader. - 13.5k words. Reader and Wrecker are a strong couple, but there are some challenges that come with dating someone so physically large.

Different, But Still Good - TBB!Echo x fem!reader. - 3.4k words. Reader is a sex-positive asexual, unbothered by the ways Echo was changed during his time with the Separatists. They’re both a little surprised when he volunteers to help on an unusually needy day.

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Bitten - Commander Wolffe x fem!reader. - 13.4k words. Reader has a crush on Broadside, a pilot with the 501st. When it isn’t returned, a helpful stranger encourages her to let Wolffe provide a distraction.

Tied Up in You - Commander Fox x fem!reader. - 9.8k words. Established relationship between Fox and Reader. Sickeningly sweet glimpses at a loving, unlikely relationship.

Misbehaving - Commander Cody x fem!reader. - 9.2k words. Reader is in a relationship with Cody. Their relationship is one of control and boundaries, but they’re both willing and ready to test each other.

Star Wars: Legends

Bodyguard - Alpha-17 x fem!reader. - 9.2k words. Reader is a Senatorial aide, assigned to work for a hated senator who endangers both of their lives with his politics. Fortunately, Alpha is sent to keep them safe.

Gar Cyare Spice Fics - Alpha-17 x fem!reader. - 6.8k words. Assorted spicy chapters of an ongoing fic on my main blog. (Gar Cyare by WanderingInkSplot) Established relationship between Alpha and the fem!reader.

The Boys

Hooked - Billy Butcher x fem!reader. - 8k words. Reader is a tow truck driver sent to tow Butcher's car. He's less than pleased.

The Walking Dead

Arm Candy - Negan x fem!reader. - 18k words. Reader is a Savior and a prospective wife. Negan likes to show her off at meetings, but he is easily the most distracted person in the room.

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80s4life · 1 year ago

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Pawns”

Word Count: 4,522

Status: Requested!

Ask: Pleeeeeaase write more of Cal from titanic. Literally any prompt I’m so hungry😭

Ask #2: Pleasee could we have more cal hockley content, specifically more chapters for "the things I've never done" and even more short stories if you have the time, I love your work 💕 [THANK YOU SM! I WAS STARTING TO GET SELF CONSCIOUS OF MY WORK AGAIN]

Ask #3 will have an attachment to a separate Cal fic as well, so no request will be shown here until that one.

@: Three cutie pie nonnies!

Relationship: Caledon “Cal” Hockley x Female!Reader

Fandom: Titanic 1997

Summary: Thrusted into the roaring 20′s, all you wanted to be was free and outgoing as all the booming women in city. However, your father’s deal with the devil seals your fate in the hands of your advisor and boss, Caledon Hockley; a man who is haunted by memories, stubborn in his ways, and opposed to the newfound strength in the young women of America. You’re a slave at his will in his eyes, yet you’re just as free as the new reformed women in your own. You’re stuck at a standstill in this endless game of chess, but who’s the pawn?

Warnings: forbidden, early 1900′s morals and customs, Reader is a maid, Cal is the head of the house, Post-Titanic sinking, mature language, kinda spicy, PTSD, domestic violence (included in a PTSD episode ONLY), Kind of a Beauty and The Beast AU for inspiration

{gif is not mine, credit goes to @locke-writes}

It was all an act of practicality from the start: your father owed his father money and he had a set of nimble hands to rid himself of.

Nathan Hockley was a millionaire who dealt in the steel tycoon business in Pittsburgh. Your father had a habit of gambling with the wrong people, which had allegedly caused your father to have an uncomfortable run-in with the powerful man. Unable and too stubborn to do so, your father handed you off as a way of reparation for the damage the bastard had caused.

Nathan’s son, Caledon Hockley, was the exact replica of his father. He was cunning, stubborn, powerful and wealthy; a disrupting mixture of facets that could either lift or crush you with a simple snap of a finger. He was dangerous, among many of his other qualities, which made your business in the Hockley’s presence just that much harder.

With the pandemonium that followed the sinking of the Titanic in 1914, the physical and mental effects had taken ahold of Nathan’s deeply treasured and only son, practically keeping him on house arrest until he was “better”. However, to both Nathan and Caledon’s dismay, 6 years had done nothing for his declining health, the reasoning behind why Nathan had administered you into Caledon’s household in the first place.

All of these events have led you up to this point, your suitcase rolling behind you as one of the many maids in the manor lead you up to your room to unpack. You haven’t seen this young and precarious man yet, but something is telling you that you most likely don’t want to. You are soon to be given your list of instructions to follow immediately and precisely; left to your own devices to either stay afloat or drown in the fury of the Hockley men.

Maria, a young maid in her 20′s, around your age, approaches you with a pure and youthful grin, a light blush to her cheeks. Her hair is cut into a cropped bob of black hair with short but soft curls, her lean frame with modest green eyes making her endearing - intoxicating. “You must be Miss Y/L/N?” her cutesy, high pitched voice only adding to her allure and picturesque innocence.

“Yes, that’s me,” you mutter, displaying your hands as if to show yourself off in sarcasm.

“No need to be so glum!” she giggles, bowing her head to catch your eyes and raise your line of sight. “I’m Maria Espinosa, but I’d assume the least you’d want right now is formalities.”

You snort, but let her continue nonetheless.

“I’ve your instructions - written myself, of course!” she smiles brightly; any harder and she might break her face. “As you know, with your appointment into this manor, the rest of the faculty will be let off, per Nathan Hockley’s request. But, don’t fret, the list is simple, short and can last all day without having to pay too much mind. Every Tuesday and Thursday, there will be a grocer that will restock the cabinets, refrigerator, etc. and help you with the cleaning. You are not to touch the east wing and only reside within the west - this will help eliminate the messes to clean and prevent extra exertion-”

“Sorry, if I may be crude, why are we not to go in the east wing?” you ask, curiosity getting the best of you.

“It was...” Maria drifts off, choosing her words lightly, “After the accident in 1914, the east was torn by his own hands. It was once used for balls and such, but after the Titanic,” she whispers the name as if someone might hear her, “Caledon was bedridden and sick, upset, angry, any emotion in the book. He used that wing as a way to let those emotions out.”

You stay silent as you stare at her with morbid curiosity and fear, nodding once before returning your attention to the list. The rest seems easy, not like the job was ever hard to begin with, just an annoyance for better words.

Maria clears her throat, “Anyway, you must make at least two meals a day, mainly breakfast and dinner, both at 8 am and 8 pm. Caledon might decide not to have lunch some days, but if he does, make sure it is brought to him by 12 pm. He doesn’t like tardiness, so as long as you follow the rules as tightly as you can, you won’t be a target. Any questions?”

“No, no. I’d presume you’d want to be heading out?” you smirk at her mischievously and instantly watch as her taut muscles relax.

“Very much so, yes! It’s been forever since I’ve had a moment of freedom.”

“Well, don’t let me keep you, I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you shoo her off playfully. This is your family’s mess to clean, the least you can do is let her be free of the shackles that are now passed down and chained to your ankles.

Maria is halfway through the door when she turns to you from the foyer, “I’ll do a monthly checkup to make sure everything is in line, and for a little company in your lonesome, okay?”

You smile gratefully, hands coming up to play with your nails, “Thank you, you’re very kind. Though, I don’t want to be a burden.”

“A burden? You just gave me my freedom!” she exclaims, laughing as she waves a hand. “I’ll be back by the end of the month! Settle in and enjoy the quiet!”

The moment the door slams shut, your shoulders droop heavily. Your eyes scan the spacious mansion with frightening curiosity. You’ve never even remotely been near land such as this, and now that you’re inside, it feels almost too much. You let your hands glide the carved wooden banister as you walk up the huge steps to the second floor, taking a left down a hall.

Your legs carry you down the long corridor, and, as you place your key into the fob, your eyes lay onto the door across from yours: ‘Lord Hockley’ carved neatly on the door. There’s a rustling behind it and footsteps that approach the other side of the door, eliciting you to push the key one click further and dive through the door as quickly and quietly as possible.

You flop onto the bed with a huff, trying to calm the beating of your heart just enough to allow you to unpack and prepare dinner within the course of 3 hours. When your room is finished, you nod in satisfaction, taking a bath in the connected bathroom and changing into a thin, sheer dress before exiting your room and back down the steps to the kitchen.

Finally do you take the time to read the list on your own. It includes very detailed and descriptive instructions, easy nonetheless, of medication usages and what to do with each, meal plans, recipes, a map of which rooms to clean and how to clean each one, and Caledon’s nightly and morning rituals to follow precisely.

Shrugging your shoulders, you roll your neck to release the tension before opening the cookbook up to the recipe designed for today’s date. “Pork roast,” you state alloud, cringing at the echo of your voice being followed by more movement in Hockely’s room.

Your mind roams as your eyes get lost at the sight of the luscious woods out the window, hands deftly whisking away at the pork roast’s grease with the intent of making a nice gravy to coat the dry, but tender pork roast. Shaking your head, you peer down and try to busy yourself with the already settling boredom you’re consumed by.

You can hear the halls creak, the water drip from the faucet, birds chirping outside, the soft sway of the wind, random clicks, ticks, and other noises. You’re destined to go insane.

You jump unexpectedly with the sound of a crash from upstairs. The noise comes from the general direction of Caledon’s room and you all but groan at what the sound indicates - what your being here demands.

Putting the roast of low, you close the lid with a soft click before ascending up the stairs to Caledon’s room. You stand outside the door, hand on your heart, as you try to calm your rapid heartbeat and breathing. This was to come about sooner rather than later, so you should be glad it’s happening now. However, the banging continues within the room and you know that even if you had met him in a few months, the hell that follows him would never be escaped for as long as your father’s debt remains.

Knocking on the hard wooden door, you speak softly, “Lord Hockley? Is everything alright?”

You’re not given an answer, only the sound of something heavy being thrown and falling to the floor.

“Lord Hockey?” you call out again, louder this time. Unsurprised, you are followed by no answer once more. Annoyance creeps into your words a third and final time, “Lord Hockley, I will come in there myself if you do not open this door. Now,” you demand.

Shrugging when no voice calls to you form the other side of the door, your hand twists the doorknob and pushes the door open. You legs carry you only so far before they stutter to a stop just past the door frame.

Just before you, there is a disheveled, sweaty Caledon Hockley, fit from youth and some maturity in his thirties, shirtless. His eyes look crazed, like a madman, as his hands grip a chair at his desk with white knuckles. Around the room, there’s shelves torn down, broken, books in a disarray on the floor. His bedsheets are thrown about with the other chair from his desk propped against the wall in his fury.

You stare wide-eyed, but somehow, not alarmed in the slightest. You were accustomed to this sort of outburst, especially within the hard working men. You saw it in your father - even in your younger brother. “Lord Hockley,” your voice is softer again, all annoyance and anger lost at the door.

His eyes snap up to you, as if he had just noticed your arrival or presence. “What are you doing in here? You are not to barge in a man’s room, that is uncouth for a woman of your age and status. What is wrong with you?”

“Lord Hockley-” you try to start your confession.

“A woman is not to speak up to a man; are you ferel? Are you-?”

You don’t allow him to finish his slandering, “-I am mentally efficient, Lord Hockley, and very aware of my positioning here. However, I did knock, three times to be exact, with no answer. There had been a ruckus in here for about-” you peer up at the clock above his desk, “-an hour and a half now. I came to be of assistance, but if my help is unwanted, I’d happily leave you to your self-pity on your own?”

He has no other emotion present except bewilderment plastered to his face; eyes wide, mouth agape, and at a struggle for words. His fists clench and unclench as his eyes pan down to stare at the floor, appearing deep in thought.

“Lord Hockley, if I may be so bold?” you ask, scanning his body language and searching to find the meaning of this man’s crazed outburst.

“Go ahead,” he mutters, a hand going up to rub some hair from his eyes, still staring at the floor.

“You may confide in me if that means helping your mental health?” you offer. You know this could go one of two ways: either one, he’ll turn you away, suffer alone, and claim that men have no such weaknesses, or two, he’ll let his guard drop and release him from these dark episodes he’s no stranger to. The latter seems rather unlikely.

“I am not mental.”

“I did not say that. I was simply insisting that everyone has a dark place their mind goes to, which is a detriment to a person’s mental health. Let alone someone who is expected to heal quickly and pick up the family business, am I correct?”

Just as you thought you were getting somewhere, Cal’s eyes snap back up to yours with anger, the malicious anger tearing at his body again, “You know nothing of my family’s business and nothing of me. You have no audacity as to even assume or place yourself in my shoes. I should have you thrown out or hanged for your mouth alone. Get out!”

“Just trying to be of service, sir, since I’m at your will!” you smile sickeningly, bowing to him and sliding through the door just as a book is picked up and thrown.

You let out a deep breath of air on the other side of his door, now in the safety of the hallway. Your throat tightens with a soft sob, tears welling in your eyes. You truly feel as a prisoner on death row, hands and ankles encased in heavy metal cuffs; struggling to walk under the watchful gazes and heavy chains slowing you down, keeping you locked in this manor.

You weren’t the perpetrator, you know this, but you were framed to support the guilty with your own naivety and love.

You drag yourself back down to the kitchen to finish the man’s meal with dejection, but still devoted for the greater future - when you no longer have to be a maid in this manor and be free, lost in the world again.

“Lord Hockley?” you call once more at his door, only this time, you’re holding his tray of dinner. “I have your meal, are you decent?”

You hear a muffled ‘Yes’ and proceed through the door cautiously.

It seems he’s settled now, sitting at his desk with notes and papers scattering the floor and desk. He hadn’t cleaned the room, which you suspected you’d have to clean in the near future. However, you notice the bed is drenched in liquid, and when you look back at him, you notice sweat beading at his forehead, a thin sheen of sweat glistening against his skin.

“Lord Hockley?” you call again, stepping closer towards him. He chooses not t answer you, so you press further. “You’re sweating.”

“I’m very well aware of what my body is doing.”

“Are you feeling ill? I can help you if-” you are cut off by his fist meeting the solid oak of the desk.

“I do not need any assistance from the likes of you, nor do I want it,” his voice is stern, scary.

You try not to lose your temper so easily this time, so you give him a kind, tight-lipped smile. “Of course, my lord, you are a man after all. A man is able to take care of himself just fine, though he installs many maids within his manor. Maids like me,” you giggle dryly, “What shall I do instead, since you are able to clean, cook, and much more without the help of the ‘likes of me’?”

Caledon only groans, “Just leave the food here, you are dismissed. I’ll leave my tray for you to clean in the morning.”

“Oh, how kind,” you roll your eyes, scurrying to the door.

“Oh, and Miss, maybe you could find a better countenance and leave your convictions in your pillow when you arise. Wouldn’t want to explain to my father - and yours - as to why you were no longer needed and let go.”

You can hear the sinister smirk in his voice, but you choose to ignore it - for now - and head to bed briskly.

The next two weeks follow you in a similar form. You do as your told, albeit begrudgingly, and get into many of your childish arguments. Your interactions with the man are nasty and violent at times, always finding yourself dodging an object, taking threats, and coming in the next morning asking for more.

More, more, more; you ask for more because there is nothing else to be given. You have to take everything as a grain of salt. You have to because this means your father’s life and yours. If you manage to screw up, and you will, they will not only have your father’s head, but yours for Caledon’s punctured ego.

Though, somewhere within those weeks, you started to care less and less.

“Lord Hockley?” you knock at his door, tray of food in hand. He once more gives you no answer, so you push in.

Greeted by no light in the room, you walk around in the darkness, knowing this room like the back of your palm now. Placing the tray of food on the oak countertop and go to strike a match, lighting the candle on the desk. Going around the room, you light each and every one of them until the room is dimly lit enough to see.

On the bed, you find Caledon, sweat having gotten worse as you’ve noticed he never leaves his room. When you step closer, he is shivering, teeth chattering. Worried, you go to place the back of your hand to his forehead, but quickly draw your hand back when he jerks upright.

“Lord Hockley!” you jump, the ghost of his skin still lingering on the pads of your fingers. “You’re burning up, I need to help assist you now. You’re very ill and the sickness has gone on long enough-”

“No!” his voice rips through you quiet pleas, rattling off the walls.

“But, Lord Hockley-”

“I said ‘No’! I do not want assistance, I am a grown man!”

“’You can take care of yourself’, yeah, yeah, bullshit!” you scream, the frustration, fear, and hurt finally meeting your words as you are blinded by your emotions.

“What did you say?” Caledon looks at you in disbelief.

You cringe as you can guess what is about to take place in mere minutes, but you don’t hold back anymore. “Is your bigotry deafening your hearing or did you hear me call bullshit?”

Shakily, Caledon gets off his bed, his frame towering yours as he glares down at you with pale skin and dark, chocolate brown eyes.

“Your father wouldn’t want you to be sick, knowing that you would have to run his business soon.”

“My father-” Caledon cuts himself off, a hand going to wipe his face. “This has nothing to do with the business.”

“No? Well then, why else would I have to pamper you like a king? Is it because you’re defective?”

Caledon’s pacing now, trying to calm his increasing ragged breathing.

“Or is it because your useless to him? Mentally unstable?” you continue, trying to get a rise out of him.

“You know nothing of his business nor my personal life!” Caledon snaps back to you, anger finally bursting.

As his anger ensues, he takes steps close to you each time, piercing his thick index finger into you chest for emphasis. “You are nothing, you are worthless. I am a wealthy businessman. I am a strong, independent man with power. People would miss me if I were gone!”

“If you’re such a big man, you wouldn’t lock yourself away in your room like a toddler.”

That’s what finally did him in. You pressed a personal button when your short quips finally hit a nerve, testing his masculinity. Before you have time to react, a glass vase is hurled at you. It was a short throw, and was nowhere near your face, however it caught you by surprise and smashed against your hip.

You ignore the pain, though all you wanted to do was bury yourself in a hole. You came here to help him, but all you are returning is anger and hurt that is most definitely placed at you.

“You’re sick and it is my job to take care of you, so your father won’t have my ass because his baby boy isn’t okay. It’s my job to make sure you are very well satisfied. It is my job that you get your linens washed, food prepared, room cleaned, and make it my duty that your estate is fully functioning all on my own!” you jab a finger in his direction, placing more distance between your bodies until your back hits his door, his body on the other side of the room behind his desk.

He goes to say more, but you cut him off with more furious blows.

“Though, what isn’t my job is to allow you to threaten me. It isn’t my job to be belittled and yelled at by you. It isn’t my job to allow you to throw objects and whatever anger you have and hurl them at me! That is not my job, nor what I will allow any longer!”

“I never asked you to be here. I didn’t want you here. You forced yourself into my estate to protect your father. You knew what you were getting into just by the public papers alone. You knew what was to be expected and yet you came here anyway. You made a prisoner and a victim of yourself.” Caledon’s gaze does not falter and neither does yours.

“You’re correct, Lord Hockley, I may have known what I was getting myself into. What I didn’t know nor expect was the childish frustration and blatant disregard for human decency. I’ve tried over and over again to be kind, but against your better judgement, you couldn’t allow me to be the person to hold such compassion.”

Your eyes are welling up with tears now as you feel a warm liquid flow down your palm and to the tips of your fingers.

“You do not understand what is bothering me and you never will,” Caledon finally starts to calm himself, the self-pity returning as he recounts lost memories you cannot decipher.

“No, but I have made it abundantly clear that I was here to help assist you. However, you saw it as being weak, so it wasn’t in your cards to even allow me the common courtesy of being a human being. You felt as if I was lying to you.”

“God, you are so annoying,” Caledon groans.

“The feeling’s mutual.”

“You know, when you’re silent, I almost like you - wait, are you injured?”

“No!” you yell almost instantaneously.

“Did I do that? Its dripping on the floor, what happened?”

“The glass,” you almost stutter, the atmosphere changing quickly. “The glass shatter and cut some of my hand, I’m fine.”

“You’re hurt.”

“And, you’re ill.”

Caledon sighs, his shoulders slumping. Motioning for you to exit the room, Caledon says nothing as you make a silent pact to clean up.

You are suffering whiplash from the sudden change of emotion and it leaves you on edge, but with the cooling of his mood, it allows the adrenaline and some stiffness to leave you. Confusion overtakes your mind.

Guided into the kitchen, you start to take out numerous medications, searching for something to accommodate his symptoms. Caledon walks up to you quietly, almost afraid to get too close.

You do not say or look at each other, finally finding the right medicine and sliding it to him on the counter before sitting down on one of the bar stools. He sits beside you carefully, taking the medicine.

Taking some gauze and wiping away the cuts with an alcohol wipe, you struggle to wrap your hand. That is, until a warmer, larger one goes to encompass it gently, waiting for an action of opposition to its intentions.

Caledon gaze burns the side of your head before you finally acknowledge him with fear. Softly, he starts, “…Just allow me to help?”

You nod softly as the tears form in your eyes again. Some time passes before you finally work up the nerve to ask, “Why do you do this?”

Caledon looks up from you hand with confusion, which urges you on to elaborate, “Why does your mood change so swiftly, so suddenly?”

Sighing, Caledon gives you a firm look, as if he’s deciding whether to trust you or not - to tell you. “The Titanic,” he starts, “When I survived, I lost almost all of who I was. When I returned home to my father, I was constantly burdened with memories. They would consume me, control me, until I felt like a madman. The only solution was anger. When the anger takes control, there is no longer that burning sadness, guilt, and regret; no hoping I’d done something differently. I couldn’t allow myself to do that because I was no longer that man anymore.”

“It’s scary,” you croak, peering into his eyes.

“It is, but what’s worse is the life I’ve lived after the episodes. My father found me defective, worthless. I will never be able to fully recover, which is bad for business. He locked me away in this estate to stay hidden from prying eyes, bedridden to remain unseen even in this secluded property. I insist on doing the simplest actions myself because it makes me feel as if I’m showing my father I am still capable, just changed.”

You nod slowly as you take in this new information, grateful. The man has finally opened up to you, he’s no longer a stranger in his own home as it seems.

Calmly, Caledon pats your hand, signalling that the wrapping is done. A hand reaches up to tuck a strand of hair from your face, resting it on your cheek just afterwards. “I know I’ve hurt you, but please, try to understand me, I’m not asking for your forgiveness... I just wanted you to understand-”

“You don’t need to ask that, I already forgave you a long time ago,” you smile softly, placing one of your hands on his opposing cheek. “We will learn to adapt, just as you have many times before. We are no longer strangers, yeah?”

“Yes,” Caledon smiles with glossy eyes.

“We will work on this together. You are not alone anymore.”

Caledon looks at you with uncertainty.

“I am here, always. Understood?”

“Understood.”

Kissing his forehead softly, you other hand goes to be placed on his shoulder, “Repeat it.”

“I am not alone,” a tear slides down his cheek.

“Not as long as I’m alive,” you smirk, placing a kiss to each of his eyelids.

“Never again,” the both of you say together, lips finally meeting as if to seal the promise the both of you now shared deep in your hearts.

“Never alone.”

#caledon hockley #caledon hockley x reader #caledon hockley imagine #billy zane #billy zane x reader #billy zane imagine #titanic 1997 #titanic x reader #titanic imagine #titanic #cal hockley #cal hockley x reader #cal hockley imagine #1997 #rose dewitt bukater #xreader #female reader

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newkatzkafe2023 · 1 year ago

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Character List and (Y/N)

Genderbend animated Sitcom wifes x Yandere motherly Seriel killer reader

Name (Y/N) (L/N)

Age 22

Gender: female

(Eye color): (e/c)

(Hair color): (h/c)

Appearance:

your a tall woman with (e/c) eyes and (h/c)You have long hair that usually up in one or two buns and you wear glasses.

Personality: You are an enigma and Mystery. You are a Recluse who runs a bakery called Katz Kafe a kid and animal friendly Cafe in the middle of the Neighborhood. You are a quiet young woman who loves animals and children and because of that you are more of an Observer then a talker But at night, you are a serial killer called hellcat And you target abusive parents who disregard and harm their children So therefore you also take the kids You save to either foster care or a new home while leaving proof and evidence that the parents were not fit to raise their child. When you come out of you she'll your friendly, care, protective, intelligent, and wise and you give fairly good advice. You yourself had some parents who abused you and your siblings and when you were 11 you murdered your parents in cold blood and proceeded to do the same to any parents who do the same to their children.

(Normal) Shy, kind, caring, protective, paranoid, Fierce, motherly, gentle, loving, harmless

(HellCat) sadistic, vindictive, mean Spirited, harsh, realistic, jaded, Short tempered, lethal

Powers/abilities

weapon use: you have a spiky club you use to kill your victims. You named it Excaliblog😵

Cooking: you are very good at cooking and baking you make free samples for the children and homemade healthy animal treats for their pets.👩‍🍳

Hyper awareness: you can hear things from miles away and pinpoint where it's coming from🫡

Night vision: you trained yourself to see and kill in the dark 😶‍🌫️

Teaching: you are an incredible teacher from Academics to self defense you can teach anybody anything you mainly tutor the children 🤓

Self defense: you are a fighter from professional to street fighter 😷

Super strength: Nobody knows how strong you truly are not even yourself but you could easily lift an school bus😤

Info broker: you know what goes on around the city even though you're not there🧐

Speed: you are very fast you once chase a bus you missed all the way to the next stop😛

Unlimited Stamina: your never Tired period it's never gonna happen 😑

Rage Quit: if someone were to hurt or threatened someone you love or a small child infront of you, you'll fly into a fit of blind pitch black rage that usually leaves blood on you hands ✋️🤬🤯

The genderbends lover Boys/Men

Marge simpson/Mark simpson (the simpsons)

Lois Griffin/ Lewis Griffin( Family Guy)

Francine Smith/ Francis Smith(American dad)

Donna Tubbs/ Donnie tubs (the Cleveland show)

Queen Dagmar /King Denmark(disenchantment)

Jenny hart/ Jake Hart(bless the harts)

Linda Belcher/ Lipten Belcher(Bob's burgers)

Gayle Genarro/ Gabe Genarro (Bob's burgers)

Peggy hill/ Pennsy Hill (king of the hill)

Nancy Gribble/ Nathan Gribble (king of the hill)

Minh Souphanousinphone/Mink Souphanousinphone (king of the hill)

Turanga leela/ Turango Lero(futurama)

Amy wong/ Alvin Wong(futurama)

Labarbara Conrad/ Lawson Conrad(futurama)

Beth Smith/ Ben Smith(Rick and Morty)

Riley Regan/ Ruckus Regan(inside job)

Paige Tillerman/ Pac Tillerman(Central Park)

Abby Hunter/ Albert Hunter(Central Park)

Helen Morgendorffer/ Hal Morgendorffer (Daria)

Honeybee Tobin/Wasp Tobin (the great North)

Sharon Marsh/Seymour Marsh (South park)

Liane Cartman/Lance Cartman (South park)

Carol Mccormick/ Calvin Mccormick(South park)

Sheila Brofloviski/ Sheldon Brofloviski (South park)

Annie Harris/Anthony Harris (Duncanville)

Diane Birch/Danny Birch(big mouth)

Monica Foreman-Greenwald/Marvin Foreman-Greenwald (big mouth)

Shanon Glaser/Shane Glaser (big mouth)

Lana kane/Lenny kane (Archer)

Dr Jill/ Dr Jack (Housebroken)

Your theme songs:

youtube

Ok New Character Bio Done!🥳

That's alot of men huh?🤭

Well that's how special you are😏🤤😉

As Usual Leave Comments!!!!!

#The simpsons #family guy #Disenchantment #the cleveland show #american dad #The king of the hell #Archer #Bless the harts #Duncanville #south park #Daria #Central park #rick and morty #Inside job #the great north #Big mouth #Housebroken

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lizardgutzz · 2 years ago

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RULES/FANDOMS

Requests open!

Master list- Doesn't exist yet LOL

Content you will see!

You will see incorrect quotes!

character x Male reader

character x female reader

character x Non-binary reader

Chracter x Character

Head cannons

Rules in general!

No cis-female or girls read male readers. If you are gender fluid, trans, or anything like that you are free to read the male readers. I don’t care but cis girls please don’t read this. You have a lot of books, one shot’s for you and this page is not for you!

No racism, transphobia, homophobia, or anything between that I would block you without a second thought.

No ship hate you will be blocked

Rules for requesting!

DON'TS

Pedophilia

Incest

Non-con or Rape

gangbang

Mosterfucking

age play

lactation

voyuerism

smut for young characters (Please don’t request smut if there younger then let’s so 16 and no I will not age a minor up for your own need’s that’s disgusting if they have a time skip and are older then 16 or around that then I will write smut for them!)

Fetish

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Any kink unless there in the don’t list

threesome (Ex: character x character x character or reader x character x chracter)

Dom/sub bottom/top reader

Scenarios

headcannons

SFW/NSFW alphabet

Little/agre

Sibling’s

Crossovers

Poly! I love doing poly relationships

Parent!Character x reader

Yandere

Disabled reader, mental or physical

Who - What I write for

Marvel/x-men

Please specify if reader has powers or not, is so, what powers? ^^

Peter maximoff . Kurt wagner . Scott summer . Logan howlett . Tony stark . Wade wilson . Bucky barnes . Steve rogers . Loki . Thor . Steven strange . Venom/Eddie

Demon slayer

Tanjiro . Muzan . Zenitsu . Inosuke

I am only 1 season in so expect more to be added

Tiger & Bunny

Kotetsu . Kaede(only as sibling) . Barnaby . Ryan . Ivan . Keith . Nathan . Antonio . Yuri

Slashers

Does JD from heathers go in this list? Lol . Brahms heelshire . Billy loomis . Stu macher . Michael myer . Freddy Kruger . Chucky . Tiffany Valentine . More will certainly be added!!

Creepypasta

Ticci toby . Masky/Tim . Brian/Masky . Jeff the killer . Eyeless jack . BEN . Slenderman . Nina the killer(I like her fuck off) . I'm probably missing some but whatever

Moving on from killers LOLLL

Yuurivoice

Seth . Alphonse . Finn . Charlie . Jack

Monster high G1

Please specify what monster you would like reader to be! or if reader is a human ^_^

Cleo . Duece . Abbey . Lagoona . Clawdeen . Frankie . Ghoulia . Toralei . Valentine

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krispyalpacaduck · 3 years ago

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Rescue Me - Chapter 4

Pairing: Morbius x Reader

Warnings: Language, assault, hints of sexual assault, violence

A knock on your door two mornings later jolted you from your work. Getting up from your desk, you walked to the door. Peering into the peep hole, you saw two older gentlemen waiting patiently. Leaving your top lock in place, you opened the door with just enough room to fit your face.

“Good morning, gentlemen. Can I help you?”

“Good morning Miss Y/N L/N. My name is Eric Wendel and this is Simon Rockefeller, Nathan’s father.”

You felt your face blanche.

“...Eric Wendel, as in Wendel Towers? The owner of this building?”

“Yes, ma’am. We’re here regarding an assault complaint from Nathan that happened yesterday evening. May we come in?”

“He really wasn’t kidding when he said his father knew the owner…”

Your heart was hammering in your chest. Oh shit…

“Of course.”

Unlocking your door, you let them step inside.

“Can I get either of you anything?”

“No, thank you. We’re fine.”

Pulling up your chair as they sat on the couch, you prepared yourself for the worst to come. You’d cracked the head of a Rockefeller. You were going to get fired, kicked out, maybe thrown in some secret prison never to be heard from again. Mr. Wendel chuckled, seeing your tense state.

“We received a complaint from Nathan Rockefeller that you had hit him in the head with a notebook. We are here to get your side of the story.”

Taking a couple deep breaths, you start to explain.

“I’ve been living here for about 5 months or so. Nathan at first was very polite, but as he got more comfortable with no one calling him out, he began making lewd gestures and nuances. I had a guest over last week that he was making lewd gestures at behind his back involving the two of us. Mind you, this gentleman has difficulty walking. This particular individual is a very well-known, well respected person in the medical industry. Please, understand that I know this sounds like kindergarten silliness, but he’s been…uncouth… with the other staff as well.”

“We are aware of the multiple sexual harrasment complaints against him and have taken statements from the other female staff as well. We’ve discovered HR has been hiding these claims from myself as a result of a cut deal they had with each other.” Mr. Wendel remarked.

You felt sick.

“Well, that explains why he was still employed.” You said, looking around the room.

“You were the last piece of the puzzle. You’ve been the first to take your own action against him. Please, continue.” Mr. Rockefeller prompted.

“That evening, he asked me if I was free later while looking up and down my figure with the most, how can I describe it? Predatory look in his eyes. It was very unnerving.”

You looked to see both of them “hmm”ing into their hands.

“When he called my guest a cripple, I saw red. So I spoke to him in a language he could understand by acting like I was interested in him. To which he also behaved disrespectfully and said, ‘I knew you wanted me.’ Knowing exactly how he would behave, I got him close enough so I could crack him upside the head.”

The gentlemen were silent a moment then asked, “Is there anything else? Any other behavior you’ve noticed?”

“There is one more thing. One multiple occasions, when one of our cleaning staff would be bent over picking up something, he would walk over and act like he was having sex with her. Grabbing hips and bucking into her hips if she was faced away or right into her face if she was facing him.”

“We thank you for your time this morning, Miss Y/N. This may not be fatherly of me, but I have to applaud you. Nathan has been a difficult young adult with his antics. Thank you for stepping up and confronting him on his actions. With that, we would like to ask that you not press charges. We’ll take care of it.”

Your jaw dropped. “You mean, you’re not going to throw me into some secret prison?”

He laughed.

“Of course not. You may have struck a Rockefeller, but that certain Rockefeller has made it hell for us trying to make sure his wrong doings don’t get into the public eye.”

“I hadn’t planned on pressing charges, sir. I was hoping the crack was enough to reset the server, but apparently not because you fine gentlemen are here.” You said, nervously.

“Oh behalf of myself and my son, we sincerely apologize to you for having to deal with his behavior.”

“With all due respect sir, I appreciate your apology. However, the apology from him doesn’t mean much unless it comes from him directly.”

He nodded at you respectfully. “You are quite right. I have made arrangements with Mr. Wendel here to have your rent paid in full for life.”

You knew what this was. It was to keep you quiet. You hadn’t intended to say anything anyway. The faster you were off of their radar, the better.

“That was very thoughtful of you. Thank you so much.”

Turning to Mr. Wendel, Mr. Rockefeller said, “I think we have everything we need. Do you have anything else to add?”

Mr. Wendel turned to you. “I think it’s pretty open and shut. All of the statements reflect almost identical information, save for Miss Y/N’s case here.”

He handed you his card. “Call me if you have any further problems.”

You got up with them to walk them to the door, opening it for them.

“Have a nice day, gentlemen and take care.”

“Thank you for your time. Take care as well.”

Shutting the door, you let out a huge breath and fanned yourself. That was so nerve wracking! Two of the most powerful patriarchs of New York City sitting in your apartment had a killer way of making a girl feel so small. You hoped all of it was over but it felt like you were waiting for the other shoe to drop.

~~~~~~

At 3pm that afternoon, there was another knock on the door. You walked excitedly to the door and laughed when you opened it as Maggie barreled through, running around your apartment.

“Someone’s excited!” You said.

Beth walked in carrying a 20lb bag of dog food, a bag of toys, treats and bowls.

“Hey! Are you excited?”

“So excited!”

Dropping the food and toys against your breakfast island, Beth shook her arms.

“I hope that’s enough food for her.”

“20lbs should be enough I would imagine.” You said, laughing. “But if I end up running out, I can go get her some.”

“Thank you so much for doing this! She’s trained and housebroken so she shouldn’t have any accidents in your house. She’s a former K-9 also so she should provide good protection should you need it. She knows all kinds of tricks too!”

“Of course! That is good to know! So, where are you headed to?”

She looked excited and clapped her hands.

“Sonoma Valley!”

“Ooooo! Wine country! Bring me back a bottle if you think about it.”

“Totally! Alright, Maggie! I gotta go! I don’t want to miss my flight!”

Maggie ran over and kissed Beth.

“You be a good girl! Don’t cause any trouble for Y/N!”

“I’m sure she’ll be perfect.”

“Here’s my phone number in case anything happens.” Beth said, handing you a piece of paper.

“Thanks. Listen, you have a great time and soak in the sun and countryside.”

“Oh I definitely will.”

Beth hugged you and pet Maggie one last time before she turned to leave. Maggie followed her to the door, whining. Getting down to her level, you pet her and said softly,

“It’s okay. Momma will be back. She’s going on vacation. Besides, we’re going to have lots of fun, right?”

Maggie laid down at the door, looking up at the handle with puppy dog eyes.

“Aww, poor thing.” You said, deciding for the moment to let her be while you finished your work.

~~~~~~

Later that night, you and Maggie were sitting on the balcony together watching TikToks and eating popcorn, enjoying a warm spring night. Looking over to check the time, you realized how late it was.

“12:30am already? It’s time for bed, Maggie.”

Maggie looked up at you, wagging her tail. Turning your phone off and sliding it into your back pocket, you walked through your mostly dark apartment into your kitchen to get a glass of water, Maggie in tow. You topped up her water bowl and gave her a treat. Walking back through your living room, you stopped at seeing and hearing the door handle jiggle. Maggie turned at the noise and stepped between your legs, growling. You gently touched Maggie behind the ears and whispered, “Shh.”

Grabbing a letter opener from your mail shelf by the door, you held it out in front of you, holding your breath. As the door opened and a black figure slunk in, you and Maggie worked together to walk behind the intruder, careful not to surprise them. Something shined in his hand, reflecting the light from the stove light in your kitchen.

‘He has a knife’

As the intruder turned, you dropped the letter opener and knocked the knife from a gloved hand as they lunged at you, sliding your leg behind his knee to move it out of place to get him to the ground… right underneath Maggie’s now growling, snarling snout. You held his arm at an unnatural angle as the intruder cried out.

“Ow! Ow! Get off me!”

You twisted his shoulder again for good measure, realizing you knew that voice.

“Nathan?!”

“You got me fired, you bitch!”

“So, what? You were coming in here to kill me?!”

He laughed darkly. “After I’d abused that body of yours.”

As he tried to sit up, you folded four fingers in on your hand and punched him in the throat.

He coughed and ground out, “You bitch…”

“You sick fuck!” You yelled as you grabbed your phone out of your pocket.

You punched in 911, but thought better of it and dialed Mr. Wendel’s number instead.

“Hello?” Came the groggy voice.

You were breathing hard.

“Mr. Wendel,” you started, swallowing harshly. “Nathan broke into my apartment. He’s here right now. I was going to call 911 but thought instead to call you.”

He was silent for a moment, then said, “I’ll be right there.”

Nathan came up from behind you, closing his arms around yours. Dropping your phone, you threw your head back and headbutted him.

“Maggie, go!” You shouted, watching her run to the bedroom. You were more concerned about her being possibly put down if she bit him, even if it was in defense of a violent intruder.

He staggered back, holding his now bleeding nose.

“Fuck, you broke my nose!”

He looked to the floor, seeing the knife. Picking it up, he ran at you in full fury, slashing the knife. You did your best to dodge it, the knife coming a bit too close for comfort a couple of times. He finally slipped up and you were able to kick him square in the chest, sending him to the floor. Seizing the chance while he was down, you strode over and punched him in the face. Then again and again and again, getting down onto your knees.

You raised your arm back for one final punch when a strong hand grabbed you by the wrist. Snapping your head back, you froze.

“Michael?”

Maggie came out of the room, growling. Turning to her, you held your hand up.

“Stay. Good girl.”

Turning your head back to Michael, you saw his features start to change back as he softly ran his hand up your arm to encompass your fist.

Nathan struggled to sit up, coughing and bleeding. When he saw the figure behind you, he spat,

“Who the fuck are you?”

You watched Michael’s features change back immediately as he stared at Nathan, baring his teeth, eyes going white.

Suddenly, Michael was gone. You turned, watching the black and purple trail go out through the open balcony door. Your apartment door swung open, a special ops team of 6 flooding in. Maggie ran over to you, standing in front.

“Hey, easy. It’s okay, baby. Stand down.”

One of the ops guys looked at her nervously.

“You know what they say: you can take the dog out of the police, but you can’t take the police out of the dog. She won’t hurt you.”

Mr. Wendel and Mr. Rockefeller stood in the doorway looking down at Nathan.

“Dad, did you see what she did to me?! And and..that…that Morbius dude was here! Right in this room!”

The two older gentlemen looked at you.

“I may… have hit him in the head just a tad too hard. Concussions cause hallucinations sometimes.”

Mr. Rockefeller crossed his arms across his chest as the one of the special ops picked Nathan up off the floor, a look of utter disgust turning his face. Shifting as his son passed him, Mr. Rockefeller’s hand snatched out and grabbed Nathan by the back of his throat, leaning in close to his ear. You couldn’t hear what he was saying, but it was very tense by the looks of it.

One of the special ops team helped you up off the floor as someone else came over to make sure you weren’t seriously injured.

Mr. Wendel walked up, hands behind his back. “Will we ever have a quiet week with you?” He said, laughing.

You laughed. “I certainly fucking hope so.”

Mr. Wendel stared at you.

“There’s certainly more of you that meets the eye.”

“You don’t move to New York City without knowing how to defend yourself. Especially as a woman.”

“You’ll be getting your $3,000 back from the apartment damage. For your trouble.” He said.

“Is this another bribe to keep me quiet? I’m not stupid you know.”

He made the motion of “a little bit” with his fingers.

“This little problem will be dealt with here and now.”

“It better be.” You said, giving him a look.

“I will be. You have my word. Goodnight, Miss Y/N.”

“Goodnight.”

You tried to keep it together as best you could, but you started to cry. He’d really broken into your apartment to kill you! All over losing his job for being a disgusting dick.

“Eat a dick, you prick.” You said, sniffling to the empty room. Your fists were throbbing and your head ached from headbutting Nathan.

“Ow…” You moaned as you walked into the kitchen to get some ice and a glass of liquor.

Maggie followed you, whining.

“It’s okay, Maggie. It’s over.” You breathed.

You downed a couple shots of whiskey before getting a pan full of ice, wincing as you put your hands into it.

After standing for a few minutes, you felt your legs getting shaky.

“Oh, I need to sit down.” You say.

Walking to your couch, something catches your attention out of the corner of your eye. You turn to the balcony window and see a shrouded figure hanging upside down on the tree. He came down almost instantly, a curtain of black and purple encompassing him before he stood in front of you.

He was Dr. Michael Morbius again, checking you frantically everywhere.

“Michael, I’m fine.”

When he got to your hands and saw the blood, his vampiric features flooded his face again.

“Get out.” You said, quietly.

He snapped his head up at you.

“Get out. I’m not in the mood to deal with that right now, too. Matter of fact, maybe never.” You added.

He did as you wished silently. After he’d gone, you felt guilt set in. He had saved you from potentially killing Nathan tonight. You didn’t have the energy to try to fend him off if he tried to attack you again.

Flopping down on the couch with Maggie jumping up and laying her head on your lap, you passed out quickly.

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michwritesstuff · 3 years ago

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Late Nights (The Outer Banks: Rafe Cameron)

This song just gives giant Rafe Cameron enemies to lovers vibes! Also, Holy shit, this is my longest work ever! I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much I enjoyed writing it!

This takes place season 1, before Rafe kills Peterkin. Let’s just pretend he’s not a psychopath. He’s still the resident bad boy of Figure 8, but not a killer…

summary: female reader (she/her) x Rafe Cameron When Y/N finds herself abandoned by her friends at a house party thrown by no other than Kook King, Topper Thornton, she finds odd company in the form of her classmates and neighbors that she has taken very little liking to. She is surprised to learn that her disinterest in all things “kook-related” has sparked the interest of a particular kook. tw: mention of alcohol/drug consumption, slight smut (18+) word count: 4.1k

Y/N might’ve been a kook, but if it wasn’t for her consistent attendance to Figure Eight events you wouldn’t have known. She hated all the superficial bullshit and quickly found herself befriending a certain group of pogues who she would often run into while working on the Cut. Everything in her life had been so easy for her, and although she was grateful, she couldn’t help but feel guilty about the privilege she received while her friends had spent their life fighting for a chance. Being able to find an ally in Kie was all that Y/N had to look forward to as she continued to find a place for herself among the fight between class divisions in her small hometown.

Summer was coming to an end, and with a few weeks left you couldn’t help but just enjoy the moments with your friends. Sitting on the small boat as the sun slowly set, passing the blunt around while you all tried to keep a serious conversation going before blurting out laughing at some stupid shit JJ had said. You had even found an unlikely friend in the form of kook princess, Sarah Cameron. You had known Sarah Cameron for as long as you could remember, always greeting each other’s families at events and having at least one class together every year. But this was different, you had known Sarah but never gave her a chance to hang out. When John B mentioned her a few weeks ago and started to bring her around you and the other pogues were stunned to say the least. You knew that she was dating Topper Thornton, I mean everyone knew that, but what she had with John B was different, at least from what you had seen. “This was great guys, but I promised Topper I would meet him at his party. Keep up appearances, you know?” Sarah said unsurely. Everyone looked around, nodding in understandment, except John B. “I don’t like him,” JJ spoke up, standing up for John B who continued sulking in silence. “Yeah, him and Rafe are always doing some shit,” Pope also spoke up. “You guys have no idea,” Kiara replied while rolling her eyes at the thought of the kook boys she had known so well. You also nodded in response. “Yeah, well I would invite you guys, but I can’t imagine that going over well.” Once again everyone nodded in agreement, except John B. “What if Y/N goes with you,” he suggested. “Thanks for throwing me under the bus!” you exclaimed back at him. Sarah turned to you with a shy smile, “It’s not such a bad idea. I mean you would know almost everyone.” “Yeah, so does Kie, you don’t see her being volunteered to go,” you exclaimed again. “That’s because they actually like you,” Kie replied, smirking when you rolled your eyes at her statement, she was right. “C’mon Y/N it’ll be fun. You’ll have me to hang out with and if you absolutely hate it, we’ll make up an excuse and leave. Besides, it’d be nice to have someone there that I don’t need to be fake with.” You thought for a moment before slowly nodding your head, cursing under your breath as your friends cheered around you. “There’s our little kookie,” JJ stated, jumping away in defense as you attempted to punch his arm.

The bass of the music pounded in your ears as you walked up the driveway. If even possible it got louder once you finally entered the front door, you swore your eardrums were about to rupture. Finding the kitchen, you reached out for two truly’s, your disappointment in the night continuing as feeling they were just room temperature. They weren’t your first choice of alcohol to get through a night like this and seeing as though they weren’t even cold made it worse. You instantly cracked it open, downing as much as you could on the first sip. You handed the other one to Sarah, bumping your open can to her’s in an attempt to say cheers. She laughed at you, “I’m gonna go find Topper. You’ll be okay if I leave you alone for a few minutes?” You took another sip before responding, “Figured this would happen at some point, yeah I’ll be good.” Watching her leave your eyes scanned the kitchen, deciding you needed to loosen up some more you pushed off the counter, “I need something stronger,” you whispered under your breath.

Making your way through the house you scanned the room for unattended bottles you could mooch off. To your surprise you were pulled by the arm, “Omg Y/N, what are you doing here?” a girly high-pitched voice screeched. You turned around, already ready to use your preppy voice, “Hey Claire,” you responded in a mock happy voice matching hers. Claire was sweet, n just not your cup of tea. The two of you had always been civil, sharing a few classes here and there. “Mind if I?” you asked, gesturing to the bottle of Tito’s vodka in her hand. “Oh sure, just be careful. I’ve gotten fucked up with this shit more times than I could remember,” she laughed while handing you the bottle. You lift the bottle up to your lips, the taste on the rim barely making an impact on your tastebuds. But as you thew your head back and lifted the bottle you took one big swig. The alcohol ran down your throat, a warmth following the path it took as it settled in your stomach. “Ugh, Claire, that shit is just straight rubbing alcohol. How the fuck do you drink that?” you exclaimed, handing her the bottle as you wiped the back of your mouth with your hand. She laughed at your reaction, “Believe me, in a little while you won’t even care how it tastes. Just know that you’ll feel it.” You nodded your head while once again scanning your eyes across the room. A few feet away was a coffee table surrounded by teens. Claire noticed your interest and dragged you over. Looking up from the table was Rafe Cameron, Sarah’s brother, who on more than one account you had gotten into a heated argument about your choice of friends. The two of you made eye contact as he wiped the leftover residue from the line of cocaine he had just done. Classy as ever Cameron, you thought as you broke eye contact and examined all the other teens waiting their turn. Rafe greeted Claire with a smirk and half-nod before returning his attention to you. “Awww Y/L/N, get tired of hanging around those boring old pogues, and decided to have some real fun?” he mocked while gesturing to the lines set up in front of him. You scoffed at his suggestion, “Keep dreaming,” you responded. Living in your teenage years and drinking was one thing, but if your parents caught you doing drugs there was a good chance you wouldn’t have much of a life to live. Making eye contact with you he slowly lowered himself closer to the table, quickly doing another line before looking up at you again. Is this kid trying to kill himself? you thought to yourself. You reached out for Claire’s bottle, taking another swig before motioning it up to Rafe. “Always a pleasure Cameron,” you stated before handing Claire her bottle.

Leaving the room, you realized that you hadn’t seen Sarah for a while. Wandering around the house in attempt to find her you bumped into Topper. “Hey Top, seen Sarah anywhere?” you asked. “Uhm a little while ago, she said she went to go find you,” he said quizzingly. “Yeah, right. Just kidding, she went to the bathroom. I’ll go find her,” you quickly spitted out. Nearly running you got away from Topper as fast as you could before finding an empty spot on the wall. Leaning back against the wall, you pulled your phone from your pocket and found a few texts from Sarah and one from John B. “Hey Y/N, John B showed up.” “We just left, please distract Topper.” “I owe you one.” You responded back, “ughh ok, I’m on it.” Clicking on John B’s name you read his message, “sorry kookie, had to steal her. thanks!” You rolled your eyes at the dumb nickname him and the others decided for you, their attempt to always tease you about your kook lifestyle. You sent him the middle finger emoji and a yellow heart before turning your phone off and looking around for Topper. Spotting him talking to Kelce you kept your place on the wall. As long as you could see him and he couldn’t see you, there was no reason to suspect anything about Sarah. Besides, after about half an hour you could probably make a break for the exit, and no one would notice.

As you continued to scroll on your phone you were slightly startled by the presence of another human standing near you. Your eyes looked up to a boy standing in front of you. He was tall, but you couldn’t ignore how young and immature he looked. “Don’t even think about it freshman,” you said before he had the chance. He laughed while nodding his head. “Hey, I had to try. Should’ve known a girl as smart as you wouldn’t give me a chance,” he responded. You gave him a quizzical look as you quickly glanced him up and down. He wasn’t too dumb if he knew to compliment your intelligence over any physical feature. He reached his hand out to shake yours, “I’m Nathan.” You glanced at his hand for a second before reluctantly shaking it “I’m Y/N,” you replied. “I know,” he said a little too quickly making the both of you chuckle. “Mrs. Nichol said you were the captain of the mock trial team. She talked to you the other day about me joining,” he rambled on. You laughed at his apparent nervousness. “Oh yeah, well I guess it’s nice to meet you, Nathan. Not exactly the type of place to bring up extracurriculars,” you laughed while motioning to the number of teens, drugs, and alcohol around you. As you did you could feel the stare from a certain kook, no doubt watching your exchange with the boy in front of you. “Probably not, but it did get you talking to me,” he quirked back. Nodding your head in amusement at his reply you responded, “Touché.” As the volume of the music had apparently increased within the last few seconds of your exchange, Nathan leaned forward slightly so he could hear you better. “Can I get you something to drink?” He asked while leaning down. “I can take it from here,” you heard Rafe speak from behind you as he slid his hand around to the small of your back. Confused by the situation unraveling in front of you, you were quick to speak. “Uhm, actually Cameron, Nathan and I were having a lovely conversation about something you couldn’t possibly be interested in,” you stated attempting to distance yourself away from Rafe and closer to Nathan. “Yeah, I—” Nathan attempted to speak before being interrupted, “Seriously, Miller, beat it or practice on Monday will be hell.” You confusingly looked at Nathan and Rafe before finally understanding. Just like you would be Nathan’s captain, so was Rafe. “Water polo?” you questioned. “Yeah, you’ll catch a game?” he asked in return. “Yeah!” you said sweetly before a mocking scoff turned your attention to Rafe, to which your surprise still had his hand on the small of your back, it almost felt natural that you hadn’t noticed it was still there. Looking at him expectantly he pulled his hands away holding them up in an ‘ok I get it’ way. “Can I help you?” you asked expectantly. “Care to go for a swim?” he asked. You looked at him confused, you weren’t sure if it was your light buzz from your shots of vodka talking but he seemed just as surprised as you were as you answered, “yes!”

As he grabbed your hand, you quietly followed as he led you through the house. “I’m gonna need more alcohol before we do this,” you exclaimed as loud as you could, hoping he would hear you over the volume of the music. He turned to look at you for a moment before turning back and nodding, showing that he had in fact heard your request. Walking through the kitchen he left you at the counter while reaching into one of the cabinets, pulling down a full bottle of Tito’s. He motioned you from your spot and you continued to follow. “My parents got this as a gift for the Thornton’s but it’s not really their style.” You nodded understandingly, Topper’s parents didn’t really seem like the type to be chugging back vodka shots, they were more sophisticated. Following him through the house you were confused as you walked past the sliding glass door that led to the pool and the dozens of other teens who had the same idea you two had, or so you thought. “Where are we going?” you asked. Rafe stayed silent as you continued following him. Opening another set of glass doors, he let you exit first before quickly following. On the side of the house was a hot tub that apparently no one knew about, seeing as though you and Rafe were the only ones out here. “What the hell is this, Cameron?” you asked. He looked at you, confusion evident on his face. “You said we were going swimming. We can’t do that in a hot tub.” He laughed before handing you the now open bottle of Tito’s, watching you take a sip he replied, “What, did you plan on working on your breaststroke or something?” He said jokingly. “No, I actually planned on playing mermaids. Maybe it’s you who needs to work on breaststroke,” you responded wittily. He feigned shock and hurt, taking the bottle from your hand. “My breaststroke is amazing, just ask your friend Claire,” he winked as you scoffed in amusement and disgust. After taking another sip he handed the bottle back to you, removing his clothes he stripped down until he was in his boxers. That left little to the imagination as you could see the outline of his dick printed. Feeling your eyes, he gave you a smirk to which you sheepishly took another sip of vodka, shaking as you felt the liquid burn down your throat. Entering the hot tub, he sat with arms spread out to both his sides, resting on the edge. “Aren’t you going to join me?” he asked. You nodded, feeling your breath catch in your throat. You handed him the bottle, starting to undress as you felt his eyes drawn to your exposed skin where you had begun to lift your shirt. “Hey! Turn around Cameron,” you exclaimed. He put his hands up in defense, turning his head so his attention was drawn to the bubbles and pressure coming from the jets. Folding your shirt and jeans on to the table nearby you turned back around to Rafe examining your exposed body adorning a basic black sports bra and lace thong. You immediately turned red, not knowing how to react under his intense stare. As you entered the hot tub you slipped when placing your foot on the bench to step in, landing you a little closer to Rafe then you planned. He held your arm as you attempted to steady yourself. “You alright?” he asked. You were able to manage out a “mhmm” as you reached for another sip from the bottle. He gladly handed you the bottle, a lazy smile on his face.

You weren’t sure how you always ended up like this but something about being drunk and outside led to you staring at the moon and stars. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Rafe asked, breaking the silence. You tried to remain calm with his choice of words, not wanting him to know the effect he was having on you. “Just thinking,” you responded quietly. “About what,” you scanned his face for a second, genuine interest radiating off him. “As niche as it sounds, life…I mean doesn’t this all seem so pathetic,” you stated as you continued to stare off into the sky. “Life?” he asked, laughing to mask his confusion. You chuckled along with him, “No, this…pogues vs. kooks. It’s all so fucking dumb. There are so many more problems out there, so many people who need help and we can’t even come together to help people in our own community.” He just hummed as you continued to ramble on, listening to what you had to say. “I can’t help but just feel guilty. I mean what did I do to deserve this type of life. I mean my parents work hard but they’ve had so many opportunities because of their parents and their parents, and it just keeps going. This sort of generational wealth and success…” you quietly trailed off as you realized who you were talking to. “But I mean you probably don’t care,” you said while looking at him. He shook his head with a smirk. “Now I know why Sarah never shuts up about how smart you are.” You looked at him more intently, “what?” you exclaimed. He nodded his head, before turning his attention to the sky like you had before. “I mean, I guess I just never thought of it that way. Kind of blind to the privilege that I have.” “Must be all the coke,” you mumbled to yourself under your breath. He shot you a warning look before chuckling, “might be the coke,” he responded. You laughed along with him before a serious tone washed over him. “I mean it Y/N, you’re just so attuned to the needs of others,” He exclaimed. “Well, you can be like that too,” you reassured him. “Yeah right, there’s not a lot of hope left for me,” he replied sarcastically. “That’s not true. I mean sure you have your flaws, but from what I’ve seen you’re a good friend, loyal and family is important to you. Those are good qualities, and I mean of course you’re not half bad looking.” He laughed at the last part. “Well, Y/L/N, you’re extremely caring, intelligent, and hot as fuck! So, you have that going for you.” It was your turn to laugh and turn red at his comment. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol dulling your senses, but as you looked into Rafe’s eyes you felt yourself being drawn closer. You both leaned in, lips barely brushing each other as your breaths slowed. “Can I kiss you,” he asked. You could barely hear him over the sound of your own heart beating in your chest. “Please,” you nearly whined. Your tone making Rafe swoon as he gently pushed his lips onto yours.

As happy as you were with his gentleness, the alcohol you had consumed throughout the night had made you far hornier than you liked to admit. Leaning deeper into the kiss you gently placed your hands onto his chest before lightly pushing him back to so you could straddle his lap. As you did so, Rafe took a large sip from the bottle, as you looked at him expectantly. He gave you a smirk before bringing the bottle close to your lips, tilting your head back, you let him pour some of the alcohol down your throat. Before you could process the liquid once again burning the back your throat you pressed a heated kiss on to his lips. As your hands moved up from their place on his chest to the back of his neck, playing with the ends of his hair, his hands move from where he was setting the bottle down to trailing around your waist and landing on your ass, holding you in place. As your tongues continued to fight for dominance, he pulled away slightly. Kissing down your jaw and starting to suck on your neck you slightly grinded down on to him while continuing to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck. His hands left your waist, guiding your hips back and forth as you continued to grind on him. As he continued to work on your neck you moaned as he found your sweet spot, “Fuck Rafe,” you exclaimed. You could feel him smirk as he continued. Giving him a break, you leaned forward slightly, changing the angle to which you were grinding down on him and leaving marks over his neck and chest. “Fuck babe,” he stated. “Being so good to me,” he continued as he leaned in for another kiss. “Yes, sir,” you said, testing the waters. You could clearly tell that you were starting to drive Rafe crazy as he moaned into your mouth at your response. Roughly grabbing your hip, he speeded the pace of your grinding. As you continued to litter marks along his chest, he reached a hand up to pull your sports bra down far enough so that your boobs were spilling over the top. The pressure of the band along with the added sensation of Rafe’s mouth on your nipple was almost too much. Along with this you could feel how hard he had gotten under you. I mean, you knew he was big, but this was godly. Your makeout session was quickly abrupted as you both snapped your heads to the sound of the glass doors sliding open. Quickly removing yourself from Rafe’s lap and adjusting your bra, you sat silently, reaching for the bottle again. “What’s up Top?” Rafe asked nonchalantly. Topper looked at you both slyly, clearly knowing what he half-witnessed between the two of you. “Not much, I can’t find Sarah anywhere Y/N. And she’s not answering her fucking calls.” “Yeah, she wasn’t feeling well. Said she headed home; her phone probably died. Don’t worry Top,” you said as convincingly as the alcohol would let you. Topper seemed to accept your answer and reentered the house. Rafe looked at you unconvincingly. “She just left you?” he asks. Avoiding his gaze, you let your hands play with the water. Slowly nodding your head, you responded, “guess so…” “That doesn’t sound like Sarah,” he continued. “Well that’s what happened,” you snapped. Thinking about the conversation you would have to have with Sarah about how you failed to keep Topper distracted and the alcohol finally making its presence in your system known was too much to handle. “Ughh back to reality, I guess,” you groaned out. Rafe pulled you into his side so that his arm was around your shoulder and your head resting on his. “What are you up to now?” he asked. “Figuring how to make it home alive,” you chuckled dryly. He hummed in thought next to you. After a second, he spoke, surprising you in the process, “Stay with me.” “Rafe…” you dragged out unsurely. “Seriously Y/N, that way you don’t have to worry about going home right now.” You looked at him for a second before slowly nodding. Getting out of the hot tub he disappeared for a second before returning with a set of towels. As you both dried yourselves off and gathered your clothes you headed to Topper’s guestroom.

Stumbling around in your drunken state, Rafe grabbed the clothes from your hand. Setting them on a nearby table he turned so that you were facing each other. Reaching down slightly he grabbed your legs from under your thighs so that he was now carrying you. Feeling the warmth of his chest you pressed closer, wrapping your legs around his hips in the process. With each step you slightly bounced against him. The sexual tension from earlier quickly returning. Finally reaching the room Rafe laid down so that you were now on your back while he hovered over you. With your legs around his waist and arms around his neck you gently pulled him in, pecking a sweet kiss on your lips. “I need to shower,” you said shyly. He nodded his head, pulling away slightly so he was standing, and you stayed sprawled out on the bed. “I’ll go get us some water,” he stated as he slowly walked out the room. Leaving the door cracked enough so he wouldn’t bother anyone with the sound of it opening and closing you sat up, finally taking in your surroundings. Getting up and heading to the bathroom you folded your towel, pulling off your bra and underwear as you let the water run until it was hot enough. As you let the water run over your body you stood for a minute, just thinking about everything that had happened that night, you rub your hands down your face, muttering “fuck.” You weren’t sure what was happening, but it was a problem future you would just have to deal with later.

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 2 years ago

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Doubt: Part Three

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.4k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

The only thing Nathan had in his locker were porn magazines, alcohol, and his clothes. Spencer had the officer bag everything to test them for DNA, but that's the only thing you have right now. Derek was serious about going in shifts because half of the team slept half the night while the other half took to the morning.

When you got back to the police station, the lawyer was there for Nathan. This is either going to go really well for Nathan or really good for you. You can't have both.

"Jim, do you mind giving me a reason you're holding my client?"

"We were looking for someone who was part of the campus, Paul, who had motive and opportunity and injected himself into the investigation," Jim argues with the lawyer.

"So, you had a hunch."

"We have a comprehensive psychological profile. Your client fits exactly," Gideon butts in.

"You did tell him we deal in facts here, right?" Paul sasses.

"Don't be a jackass, Paul. I invited him here."

"My client was working during each of the murders."

"He was present at every scene."

"Because it's his job! There's not one witness placing him anywhere near one of the murders. There's not a shred of physical evidence."

"Your client was apprehended with a young woman. She fits the description of each of the victims," Gideon tries again.

"Could you imagine the uproar on this campus if a brunette woman was killed and people found out a security guard let her walk to her car alone?" Paul says.

Derek walks in with a file in his hands, and you can online imagine it's Nathan's psych evaluation.

"Excuse me." You and Gideon head over to Derek off to the side, right in view of the interrogation room Nathan is in. "Did you get Tubbs' psych eval?"

"Police shrink diagnosed him borderline with antisocial and sociopathic tendencies."

"He's gonna be all over me. I need to make a decision," Jim says, interrupting.

"You can hold him for seventy-two hours without charging him," you suggest. "What do you think, Gideon?"

"I think only a guilty man can lay his head down and sleep when he's facing three murder charges." You look over to see Nathan sleeping with his head down on the table. "It's physically exhausting--the killing, the secrets, and evading the police. It's almost a relief when you don't have to hide anymore."

"Tell me you're doing the right thing," Paul says, walking over to the group.

"We're holding him for seventy-two hours."

"I'm going to take Spencer and see if there is any other evidence that might have been left behind," you offer.

You leave their side and grab Spencer, taking him back on campus to the first crime scene. The bodies have been long moved, but their energies are still left behind for you to piece together. It;s not much, but without the pressure of the rest of the campus, you might actually get something you weren't able to before.

"You remember college?" you ask Spencer even though you know he does.

"I was sixteen when I graduated college. Not really memories I want to hold onto."

"I graduated early, but everyone here is so much younger than I remember them being when I went."

"It's a weird age."

"Yeah, especially for you," you joke with a smile.

"Y/N."

You look in Spencer's direction to see one of the girls, Katie, walk over to you two. She is one of the girls you and Spencer talked to the first day in the dorm lobby.

"Hey, there's a rumor going around that you caught the guy. Is it--is it true?"

"We have someone in custody," you choose your words carefully.

You don't want to give her false hope on the off chance that Nathan is innocent. You know he isn't, but if no one finds a shred of evidence, then he gets to walk free. He will kill again, you know it.

"Thank you."

Katie brings you into a hug, and you're taken aback by her affection. You feel bad for withholding part of the truth from her, but it's for her own safety that you do this.

"You're welcome," you say and look at Spencer.

Looks like your promise to Katie was short lived, because there was another murder on campus while Nathan was still in custody. This one is different from the other crime scenes in almost every way. First, it wasn't Nathan because he's been locked up all night. Second, the body wasn't placed with the arms crossed over the chest like the others. Thirdly, this victim died from a blunt object to the head while Nathan always tasered his victims. Finally, the energy surrounding the crime scene is blue, and that means a woman did this--a very angry woman.

The students of university heard about this pretty quickly, especially since it's one of their own. You were talking to this girl when you first came here, and you know she was Katie's friend--the one who was so worried about her hair. Knowing this brings you immense sadness, but who would want to murder her? What woman would if Nathan didn't do it?

"Griffith, we gotta get this barrier pushed back. We're getting pressed," Derek says to Jim.

"Joe, give me ten more feet on the tape," Jim says to one of his officers, who nods in understanding.

"I thought you had someone in custody," the Dean of the school says when she arrives.

"We do. Ma'am, can you help me with the students?" JJ asks, trying to get her away from the crime scene.

"I guess we can release Tubbs after all," Jim says.

"No, that's a big mistake," you say.

"What are you talking about?"

"This wasn't the same killer."

"You gotta be kidding me," he sighs.

"Look, I know this is frustrating, but look at the facts. The killer used a taser to subdue his victims. This victim has a blunt-force trauma to the head--"

"She's a brunette who was stabbed to death on this campus," Jim cuts you off.

"These stab wounds are shallow," Spencer backs you up. "They're hesitation marks. Whoever killed her either wasn't sure they wanted to be killing, or they never tried it before."

"There are no defensive wounds, just like every other victim."

"Excuse me," an officer says, butting in with a note in his hands. "Sir, uh, this was dropped at the precinct. There were no prints on it."

Jim takes the note from him and reads it out loud for everyone to hear.

'He's innocent. I'm still out here.' Now do you believe we have the wrong guy?"

"Jim, I know you want to believe we have the wrong guy, but this crime was committed by a woman, not a man."

"And what evidence do you have to support that?"

Everyone on your team knows you can't physically prove it, so you turn to Gideon since you know he'll understand.

"Gideon, all the other crime scenes had red energy--Nathan's energy. This crime scene has a dark blue energy. A woman did this, and it was a woman from this campus. I just don't know if it was a student or a teacher. You know I can't prove this, but I'm usually right when it comes to things like this."

"The first unsub showed remorse. He wouldn't brag about or flaunt his latest kill," Spencer says, moving the conversation along.

"I don't believe this."

"This victim wasn't posed. The papers never included details about the bodies. If this was a copycat, he could only do it the way he assumed the first killer did," Gideon says, trying to convince Jim since he believes you.

"Look, I asked you guys here because I needed your help. You're the experts, but right now, it sounds to me like you're trying to cover your own asses."

"Hey, look around. This is not the place for this conversation," Derek breaks off the pissing match.

With a frustrated sigh, you leave the group to gather your own thoughts. Spencer breaks apart from the group to join your side, and you give him a smile in hopes it'll convince him that you're okay.

"I hate not being able to prove this to people," you sigh.

"We'll do our best to make sure Tubbs doesn't walk free, you know this."

You look up and see Katie angrily marching over to you.

"Yeah, tell that to her." You meet her halfway with a solemn look on her face. Her friend is dead, and you told her that you had the killer in custody. You do, but she won't see it as that. "I am so sorry."

"You said you caught him."

"I-I said we had someone in custody," you cringe.

"Alisa's dead and you're arguing over wording?"

"No. I-I am so sorry," you stutter.

Katie doesn't want your bullshit, so she spits right in your face. Spencer jumps into action and grabs the attention of a nearby officer.

"You need to keep people out of here, man."

The officer removes Katie whether she likes it or not. You sigh and wipe your face, taking out the small pack of tissues you always carry on you to clean your face with. Spencer opens his mouth to ask if you're okay, but you shake your head.

"I'm fine. Come on."

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year ago

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Hiiii do you think you could do a Nathan young x an easily flustered reader? Somebody who would easily fall for his charm

hi baby, i'm so sorry for taking so long! I hope you like it, and I apologise for how short it is.

summary - nathan goes out of his way to make you flustered.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You could feel your cheeks heat up as your eyes connected to Nathan’s from across the community centre. You quickly look away and continue to paint the wall in front of you. “Oi, pretty girl!” You ignore him, not wanting him to see how flustered you get from his words alone. Nathan whistles, making his way over to you. “Hey, pretty girl, didn’t ya hear me?” His Irish accent filled your ears, causing you to look at him. “There ya go! Finally got ya attention!” He gives you a cheeky smile, enjoying how flustered you get around him.

“W–what, uh….” You stumble on your words, staring into his pretty eyes.

“Aw! Pretty girl can’t speak!” Nathan smirks, “Do I get ya all flustered, baby? It’s cause I’m so charming, huh?” You giggle, turning your head away.

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rachaelswrites · 4 years ago

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Nathan Harris

Spencer Reid x Daughter!reader

Word Count: 1,539

Requested By: Anonymous

We remember nathan harris, the high school student who had sex with prostitutes and killed them, and spencer saved his life after he tried committing right? I had just thought about this today where he’s a substitute for the week at reid!reader’s school and when reid!reader comes to class, he takes roll, he calls her name and is like “Is your dad spencer reid?” because the last time he saw her was at the metro when she was teeny tiny and now she’s bigger and very pretty, and she’s like “yeah”, then after class, he tells her to stay and talk for a bit, and he tells her that spencer saved his life, and after a few minutes of talking, she starts feeling uncomfortable and she makes up an excuse to leave, so then she heads to the bau, tells spencer about her day and asks him if he knows a nathan harris, and she started explaining all these things, and spencer starts to get worried and all

Warnings: Nathan Harris being a creep

Teachers had been coming and going for the past several weeks. Your regular teacher was gone on leave so you had substitutes almost everyday. Most subs were burnt out of your class by the third day, high schoolers could be brutal. They ranged from young to old and male to female.

In class, today, all the students arrived before the teacher did. It was the first class of the day so it wasn’t a weird thing for teachers to show up a little late. You were listening to your friend talk about her weekend when the teacher walked in.

He didn’t seem too old but he wasn’t super young either. He seemed nervous but it was his first day at a new school. He’d probably heard how awful your class was and was trying to spend as little time interacting with the students as he could.

“Good morning everyone. I’m Mr. Harris and I’ll be taking over for Mr. Owens. I know you have your work for the week already so if you have questions, just ask. I’m going to take attendance now,” he sat down at the desk and logged into the computer to pull up attendance. When he got to your name, he stumbled a bit, “Uh, Y/n R-Reid?”

“Here,” you raised your hand so he could see where you were. His eyes lingered on you for a moment before moving on to the next student’s name.

After he finished taking attendance, Mr. Harris walked around the class to make sure everyone was doing what they were supposed to be doing. When he got to your table he stood behind you and looked over your shoulder. He was too close to your liking so you pulled your chair in, creating more space between you, “Are you able to stay after class for a minute?” he asked you.

“Uh, yeah I think so. Is there a problem with my work? I can fix it right now instead,” you said. He gave off vibes that you didn’t want to be around, but it seemed no one else had a problem with him.

“I just have a few questions that’s all,” he said.

“Okay,” you went back to your work and he left you alone for the rest of class. You debated on having your dad on speed dial during the conversation. It wasn’t that you didn’t like talking to teachers after class, it was just that he creeped you out.

The bell rang, signalling the end of class. You packed up your things and walked over to the teacher’s desk. You had your phone in your hand, your dad’s contact on the screen, just in case.

“You wanted to see me Mr. Harris?” you said. You tried to hide the nervousness in your voice.

“Your dad is Spencer Reid right? He works at the FBI? He’s still a profiler?”

You nodded.

“Your dad saved my life a while ago. My name is Nathan Harris. Do you remember me? I remember that you were at the subway station when we first met,” he asked.

“I don't, I'm sorry. I should probably get going to my next class. I don’t want to be late,” you took a step away from him but he spoke again. The truth was, you did remember him. You didn’t want to tell him in case it furthered the conversation, You really wanted out of that room.

“The last time I saw you, you were so little. I think you were about two or three. You look so grown up and mature now,” he looked you up and down, making you grow even more uncomfortable, “You’re turning into a beautiful, young woman.”

“Oh uh, thank you?” you went to leave again but he stood up and took a step closer to you. You didn’t really know how to react to him so you stepped back, stumbling on your own feet, almost falling. He reached out to help, but you grabbed onto the nearby table instead.

The bell rang again, signalling the start of the next class.

“Sorry for keeping you. I’ll write you a note,” he quickly scribbled out a note and he handed it to you, “Have a good day Y/n,” You walked as fast as you could out of the classroom and to your next class.

You took the bus back to the BAU after school and immediately looked for your dad. To everyone, you looked completely flustered and stressed. JJ came over to you and put her hand on your shoulder, “Are you okay? Do you need some tea or something? You look really overwhelmed.”

‘I need to find my dad. Where is he?” you asked, ignoring her other questions.

“I think he’s in Emily’s office. Is everything okay?” she asked again.

You didn’t answer her question, instead, you dropped your bag at Spencer’s desk and went straight up to Emily’s office. You didn’t bother knocking on the door. You went in and went right to Spencer.

He was a bit shocked at the sudden contact with you but when he felt your body shaking, his shock turned to concern, “Hey hey, calm down Y/n,” he put his hand on your back and started rubbing circles with his thumb, “Take a deep breath alright?” he waited until your breathing was evened out and you had stopped shaking. Emily had left her office, giving you and Spencer the space you needed. He didn’t want to force you to talk so he didn’t speak until you did.

“Do you know Nathan Harris?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“He was a part of a case I worked on years ago. Why are you asking?”

You pulled your arms away from Spencer and sat in the chair next to him. He put his hand on your knee, encouraging you to tell him, “He was a substitute in my class today. He held me back after class and told me that you saved his life. He asked if I remembered him but I said no. But I did. I lied because I wanted out of the room. He just made me so uncomfortable.”

“He’s a teacher now? At your school?” his voice was laced with concern. He knew Nathan had probably gotten help by now but that didn’t mean he wanted his daughter near him, “Did he do anything to you? Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head, “No but he was just talking about you, the case and me. He didn’t do anything but I could tell he wanted to. The things he said and the way he looked at me,” tears were falling down your cheek slowly. You hadn’t realized how much anxiety you had been holding in about this conversation. You didn’t tell anyone what happened throughout the whole day. Keeping it in until you reached your dad, “He said something about me being grown up and mature now. I-I di-”

Spencer shushed you, pulling you into a hug while you tucked your face into his neck. He rested the side of his head on top of yours, “I wish that didn’t happen. I don’t care that he didn’t touch you, he shouldn’t talk like that around you. Or talk to you like that. And he shouldn’t dare look at you in any other way than his student.”

“I just feel bad now. I don’t want to make a big deal out of it. I just don’t want to be near him ever again,” you pulled away, but Spencer kept a grip on your hands.

“Don’t worry about seeing him. Something like that is not okay. I don’t care how serious or not you think it is. I’m getting someone at the school on the phone and you won’t have to see him again I promise. He won’t talk to you and he won’t ever lay a hand on you,” he moved his hand up to your face, wiping some of the tears that had been falling, “You’re too important to me and I’d never let anything happen to you ever. You understand?”

You nodded. Spencer was always protective but this was a whole new side. His grip on you was tight, but not hard enough to hurt you. His voice was harsh, but it was to make sure you got his message.

“If anything like this happens again, you call me. Right away. Don’t wait and hold it in,” he stood up and pulled you into another hug. He placed a kiss to the top of your head and he could see his fellow profilers watching you two through the window. He made eye contact with them and they all looked away, “I think everyone’s a bit worried about you. Why don’t we go downstairs and let them know you’re okay?”

You nodded and let him lead you out of the office and to everyone else. They were, of course, worried about you but once you explained the situation, they relaxed a bit. Spencer assured them everything was fine and he was going to take care of it. Garcia had been the most concerned. Anytime something happened with you, she immediately thought the worst until she heard otherwise.

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aghoulishtale · 4 years ago

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more than meets the eye

Nathan Young x Reader // Misfits

Request: “oc or y/n picks him up after community service, and she’s all bubbly and sweet, so everyone is shocked why she would be with someone like him” for @not-just-fantasy

Word Count: 875 Warnings: none

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You pushed open the community centre doors, your car keys swinging on your finger as you stepped in. A woman was leaving at the same time as you were entering, so you stepped to the side holding the door open for her to go through. She looked at you with surprise before thanking you.

“You’re welcome,” you answered her, returning her smile as she walked away. You let the door swing shut and turned to walk further into the centre, halting to a stop when you were met by a group of four watching you, two men and two women, three of them seated in wheelchairs and one leaning against the wall. They were wearing their orange jumpsuits and none of them spoke.

“Hi,” you smiled, giving them a small wave. They continued to stare at you in silence. “I’m looking for Nathan?”

“Why?” one of the girls asked, her brows drawn down, genuinely confused as to why someone would be looking for him. Based on the descriptions Nathan had given you, you deduced that this was Kelly.

“I’m here to pick him up,” you answered, holding your keys up.

“Hey, babe.” The familiar Irish voice came from the side of you. Nathan walked in carrying a mop, which he proceeded to drop on the floor as he saw you standing there, stepping over it as he made his way towards you.

“Hey, sweetie,” you replied, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down.

“Sweetie?” You heard someone sneer, a female voice not belonging to Kelly, as the others all snickered. Nathan shot a glance at them, his eyes narrowing on whoever it was that had spoken. You tilted his head back to look at you.

“Ignore them,” you whispered, leaning up to kiss him. He returned it eagerly, parting your lips to deepen the kiss, his hands sliding down your back to squeeze your ass causing you to giggle as you pulled back a little. You weren’t usually so keen on pda, but knowing who was watching and after hearing Nathan’s stories about them you wanted to prove to them that he did in fact have a girlfriend who liked him very much. When he had told you what they had been saying to him, things such as “the only way someone would date you is if you paid them”, he had played it off as a joke, as just a bit of banter between friends, but you could tell that it had hurt him. As well as that, it was also an attack on you as someone who is definitely not being paid to date him, which is why you had taken the day off work to come and pick him up.

“I’ll just go get change, wait here,” he told you, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. You impulsively smacked his ass as he began to walk away, causing him to look back in shock. You winked at him as you smirked, and he grinned, kicking the chair that one of the men was seated in, Simon you figured, as he walked past, wiping the amused look from his face. As Nathan left the room, all focus was back on you.

“What?” you asked them, fed up of their silent staring. They shrugged, muttering over each other. “Well, it’s something, so tell me.”

“It’s just-” the man leaning against the wall, Curtis, started. “You’re not exactly what we were expecting.”

“And what were you expecting?” you pushed, intrigued to see if they would be brave enough to say it to your face. They all spoke over each other, stuttering as they tried to find a polite way of saying what they actually meant.

“You’re so-” / “Not someone that-” / “Someone a bit less-” / “Not so-”

“Nice.” / “Pretty.” / “Happy.”

“Clean” Alisha murmured, receiving a scowl from Kelly, though she didn’t apologise. You pushed your tongue into your cheek as you nodded, the answers surprising you even though you had been expecting them.

“Nathan’s a good boyfriend,” you spoke carefully, like a parent about to scold their children. “He’s actually a damn good catch, anyone who actually takes the time to get to know him knows that. Have any of you ever actually spent any time with him outside of community service?” Nobody answered, their eyes flicking to each other. “Exactly.” You felt a small sense of pride as an awkwardness filled the room, the four of them looking a little ashamed. They didn’t need to know that you had exaggerated a bit, making Nathan seem more popular than he actually was. He had been a good boyfriend to you so far, and you hoped that maybe now he would be able to enjoy community service a little more. When he came back, he looked confused as to why everyone was being so quiet and refusing to make eye contact with him, walking up to you to loop his arm over your shoulders.

“I’ll see you lot tomorrow,” he said to them, leading you towards the door. You heard their muttered goodbyes as you walked out, wrapping your arm behind his back to pull yourself into his side as you made your way back to your car.

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thepaperpanda · 4 years ago

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Baby Sister || Sam Drake x Adler!Reader

Summary: You’re the baby sister of Rafe Adler. It’s been a while since he was imprisoned in Panama jail in an attempt to get a clue on his treasure hunting. Missing him dearly as he is the only family member that left you, you make your way into the prison to meet with Rafe. Unfortunately, he isn’t happy seeing you. The entire situation ends in you and Samuel Drake getting a bit too close to one another.

Warnings: Smut! ♥

Words: 4194

Authors: Cass & Rouge

PART 1

It has been half a year since the day your older brother, Rafael Adler, was imprisoned in Panama prison.

Missing him dearly, you begged the director of the facility to let you meet with your brother. It took you several visits to gain man's trust of not being smuggler of any kind, and in the end you've gotten a permit.

That day the gates of Panama prison opened for you widely, and two guards escorted you directly to a meeting room.

Dressed in a black, flared dress that reached half of your thighs, and flat, white sneakers, you stepped inside the outpost.

There was a horrible kind of climate of fear and paranoia there, it made a cold shiver run down your spine.

Some nasty comments addressed to you by prisoners while you were following the guards along a desolated corridor made your involuntary gag reflex harder than ever before.

Soon, the three of you have reached a huge, steel door. One of the guards opened them with a key that was previously attached to his belt. You were allowed inside, and as soon as you stepped in, you saw Rafael standing next to the window, he was peeking outside, at a prison yard.

"Rafael!," Your voice was nothing more but a quiet mumble.

Rafe wasn't happy, not even a little bit.

He knew there were problems coming when he heard from Vargas that there was a young girl begging to let her meet with a brother.

"What are you doing in here, huh? I told you to stay away from it, does your little female brain have problems with processing words?,” He growled, crossing arms over his chest. The last thing he needed now was his little sister dragging him and the whole job down.

Without regard for his rough words, you approached him and simply nuzzled to his chest.

The gap between the two of you wasn't too big, yet he was 5 years older than you.

Since when he was gone from your family home, you had to take care of yourself, and it was rather a thankless task. You didn't know what to do, and cried thousands of years after him.

Even though his attitude towards you was always harsh, you loved him dearly. He was your only family, and he was a role model in your eyes.

You and Rafe exchanged a lot of letters, he assured in them that he missed you equally much as you did miss him.

"It's been so long, brother. I was so scared you might be hurt... You stopped responding to my letters, so I did everything to be allowed in here... I just had to check whether you're in good health or not..."

Rafe rolled his eyes, he was getting annoyed.

"Are you done with yapping? I told you I am busy with Drakes, I am not going to waste my time on silly letters," man added, looking at you. "I left you home with everything you needed. I even hired this stupid butler just to make sure you won't die out there."

Rafe tried his best to get rid of you. Yes, you were his only family member, but most of the time you were a bit too much to handle for him. Following and nagging him. "Do you need anything?"

"I missed you... That's all," you whispered sadly and quickly took a place on a metal chair standing at the tip of a metal table. "The butler won't replace my brother, in any way. The house is so huge, so empty and cold without you being there," you lowered your head.

Anytime he was raising his tone on you, he was guilt-tripping you. You were only a girl, and even your desperate attempts in getting his attention (like trying to study all the stuff he needed in his so called work), you were always pushed aside in the end.

"If that's all you can go back home. I really don't have time for sensitivity, I didn't come here for pleasure. I. Am. Working. Here!," He said loudly, hands clenched in fists.

Rafe honestly had enough of you already. You're always coming to him because you wanted to show pointless stuff, or you needed something. It was driving him crazy sometimes.

Lowering your head, you bit your lower lip hard. You closed eyes for a moment, trying your best to hold the tears back. You never knew what you have done wrong in your lifetime to deserve such a treatment from his side.

When you cooled down a little, you got up, and not looking at him you walked to the door and banged them to let guards know the visit was finished.

"It was nice to see you all well after all," you whispered.

"Sit down," Rafe said suddenly, pointing on the metal chair. "Now," he ordered harshly.

Blinking and being taken aback by his sudden interest, you looked at him above your shoulder.

In the same moment one of the guards peeked inside.

In Spanish you thanked him and assured it won't take you long, because apparently your brother wants to tell you something.

As soon as the door was closed again, you took a seat.

"Now, stay here," he muttered, briefly patting the top of your head. "Don't even move," Rafe instructed before leaving the room, he knew the guard won't be a problem. Rafe paid a lot to get himself and Drake brothers in here after all.

A few minutes later the door opened again, but this time it wasn't Rafe. It was one of Drake brothers, the older one to be exact.

"Hello? Rafe said that there might be a nice lady to talk to?," Sam hummed and looked at you with a cigarette slipped between his lips. "Hey."

You frowned, but remained quiet, and didn't even shift in your spot. You observed the man, and you did recognise him after many of your brother stories. It was probably Samuel Drake, the older from Drake brothers. The one who had to be an expert in pirate stuff that Rafe needed so desperately in his work.

You licked your lips, and tilted your head a little. "Where's Rafe?"

Sam moved the cigarette from one corner of his mouth to another. "Um, I don't know. He said there is a nice lady here, and went on with his stuff. I'd come with my little brother, but sadly he is busy as well. You would love him, he is younger and more your age, but of course not as charming as I am," he winked and sat on the chair right in front of you.

In the first impulse you wanted to get out of the room. You were all alone with a complete stranger. Rafe has left you to the wolves again, you weren't even surprised. Instead, a rage was filling your soul.

But then a realization came to your mind; if this was one of Drake brothers, you could prove your brother your real value by trying to get some information from this man. You decided to play a little game.

You rested your chin on your hand. "So you must be the older from Drake duo," whispering, you tilted your head aside and smiled on h sweetly.

Sam nodded with a smile on his lips. "Yup! Samuel Drake at your service."

Sam heard about you, mostly about how annoying you were, but here he was, right in front of you. You were sitting in front of him in this beautiful dress, you looked cute to him. "So... He left you here? All alone?"

With a little shrug a little sigh came along. "As you can see," you looked down on your hands and rubbed them together. "My brother was never an effusive person, especially not when it came to me," adding, you slowly got up from your place and walked to the window.

Sam nodded slowly. "I can tell, we spent some time together and honestly I am surprised. I am an older brother myself, I would die for Nathan," he summed up.

Listening to his words, you peeked out of the window to see a few guards with guns patrolling the yard.

You turned to the man that was trapped with you in a room, slowly bending your ass against the low windowsill. "Your brother's lucky then."

Sam watched you without saying a word.

You decided to take over control. Knowing the place he was in, you assumed it must have been a great while since he held a woman in his arms. Playing with emotions was something you were thankful to Rafe for teaching you.

You walked to the man and simply took a seat on his lap. Gently playing with his sideburn, you licked your lips. "I've heard you're a specialist from pirates. Is that true? Are you currently looking for a treasure? My brother was telling me you're good at this."

It was happening quickly, but he didn't mind at all, they all were locked down there for a bit too long, and he surely missed the woman's company. "Yes, I am a pirate expert, and yes, we are looking for a treasure. That's why our asses are stuck in here."

"I was always interested in my brother's work, though he didn't want to share anything with me," you whispered in a sad tone. "Do you know where to look for this treasure or whatever it is?," You asked sweetly after a moment of silence. Your fingers trailed up and down his chest.

Sam chuckled, placing a gentle kiss to your cheek. "Listen, little one, I know you tried to find out something so you could tell your brother, but sadly that ship has sailed. Rafe knows about everything we do," Drake shrugged, patting your hip.

You blinked a few times, his words surprised you much. Shifting slightly in your place, you bit your lower lip, and looked him in the eye.

Sam grabbed your chin, his thumb gently stroked it. "What's wrong, Y/N?," He asked simply.

"I...," You mumbled and went quiet. You felt like a complete idiot. First, you tried to seduce the man to get information about him. And he figured your plan out so quickly.

Your eyes glistened as you gazed at him; he was a handsome man.

"Want me to get you out of here? I can walk you to the guard station. Just talk to me," Drake stated, rubbing your back.

You didn't know how to behave. Taking he was an enemy of some kind, you should have kicked him right in the balls. But on the other hand, he was kind to you all the time, even if you tried to mock him. "Yes, please," you asked politely.

Sam helped you get off his lap, then he got up and walked you to the door. Sam even opened them for you. "Honestly, pity you don't want to stay longer, but it was a pleasure to meet you after all."

You stopped him from opening the door fully. You didn't know why you acted this way, but an urge grew within your body. It's been a while since you were with a man as well. You didn't know why, but this guy was turning your head upside down. "No," you whispered and closed them, you leaned your back against the steel.

Sam chuckled. "Are you like one of those typical women that don't know what they want?," He teased you.

Blushing, you turned your head aside.

Thinking about your past, you knew you made a lot of mistakes. You knew it was wrong to blindly follow your brother's will, yet you did.

But now you wanted to decide for yourself. At least once in a lifetime. If he left you alone, like a prey you seemingly were to him, you had a right to use the situation as well, hadn't you?

You wrapped your arms around the man's chest and nuzzled him.

Sam wrapped his arms around you.

You were cute, the whole 'I can't decide' thing was getting into him.

Sam grabbed your hips and picked you up to take a good look at you. "Is there something you want to tell me, sweetheart?"

"I have never met a man as handsome and mysterious as you," you mumbled openly, giggling as he picked you up.

"And I have never met a girl as sweet and small as you," Sam said, surprised at how light you were. "So, what shall I do with you now, huh?," He hummed nuzzling to you. Sam was aware of your intention but he wanted to hear it from you.

"Put me down, that's first," you asked calmly, and as soon as he did, you looked up into his eyes. He was twice your height, towering over you like skyscrapers over a block. "Second," you pretended to be thinking hardly, "if I'm Adler, and if you're Drake, then we can think about some nice way to bury the hatchet."

"Well, that would be nice if we would have any 'hatchet' to bury, love, and we have none," Sam said, looking down on you. "I have never seen you before and if you will try to play around some more I will simply leave."

"What am I supposed to say?," You whispered.

"Tell me what you want, Y/N. Rafe told me to take care of you and I will gladly do this," Sam muttered with a mischievous grin.

You smiled at him and tilted your head aside. "Take me to my brother."

Sam rolled his eyes and lit the cigarette.

Soon, he led you out of the room and took you to Rafe.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, even Drake had enough of you?," Rafe asked deeppy annoyed as soon as he spotted you entering the yard.

As your brother was sitting with a few men, you excused them and tugged on his sleeve. "What the fuck was that?," You asked him in a lowered voice. "Who the fuck I am for you? A fucking toy you can toss everywhere and to anyone you want?," You asked him as you walked aside for a bit.

"I never asked you to tag along, you always followed me like an annoying little brat you truly are," Rafe growled. "You are an adult, go get a life and stop following me," Adler said, not even trying to be quiet.

Sam frowned at the whole situation. He didn't know you too long, but he was more than sure you didn't deserve such a treatment.

Clenching teeth, you swallowed hard. And shortly after, you aimed your brother a robust slap right in the face. Glaring up at him, you snarled. "You're deluded, brother. Think about this when you'll be fucking rotting here, all alone, with no one to reach a hand toward you. A fucking lone fool. Remember, there are still things you can't buy with your bloody cash."

You were surprised by your own behaviour and the fact you dug in your heels against Rafael.

The next moment, you stormed off the yard.

Rafe didn't take it to himself, he didn't care. "One problem less," Rafe summed up before returning to his mates.

Sam was the one to run after you. "Hey, hey. Wait, you can't just walk alone. Not here," he informed you simply.

"What can happen?," You snarled in a response. "If I'd vanish once and for all, he'd be the one to dance happily on my grave."

"You can get hurt here, and please, don't say that," Sam grabbed your arm to stop you. "You can't act like this only because he's a dick."

"I'm an adult, I can do whatever I want to," you turned to face the man.

"You are an adult, you are free to do what you want, but it doesn't mean you can waste your life just because your brother is a dick. You should show you are better than he thinks you are," Sam explained.

You listen to his words. The man seemed very wise and very down to earth. Definitely your type.

Without thinking too much, you climbed on tiptoes, pulled him by a collar, and crushed your lips on his.

Sam gladly kissed you back, after a moment he pulled away with a smile. "I did not expect that," he admitted.

Your fingers intertwined with his as you grabbed his palm. With a mischievous grin, you pulled him behind you. With a corner of your eye you spotted a guard leaving one of the rooms, and you decided to risk it all, pulling the man in that direction.

Sam wasn't really sure about it, they had things to do and they were treated like normal prisoners, but he followed you anyway. After all, you were sweet. Sweet enough to make him go after you. "You are a crazy, little girl."

You simply pushed him inside the room. You decided that if there would be anyone, you'd lie quickly that the man was leading you to the exit and you two messed the way.

Fortunately, the room was empty. As soon as the door closed right behind the two of you, you pushed the man on the wall. You once again climbed on your tiptoes to kiss him, this time you let your tongue dance with his one a little. And you had to admit that he was an amazing kisser.

Sam kissed you back, grabbing your waist. He gave you the possibility of dominating him in the kiss.

But then he picked you up and soon you were pressed to the wall. "Time to change places, sweetheart."

Humming willingly, you let the man press you to the wall.

As he broke the kiss, you gasped loudly, sadly, as the contact was lost.

Sam smiled at you before dropping to his knees, he wanted to take his time with you, but sadly he couldn't. It wasn't a five star hotel, it was a prison after all. "Let's see what are you hiding there, princess," Sam hummed before moving the skirt of your dress up.

You licked your lips and parted them, observing his actions. He was so sure of what he was doing, it impressed you very much. As the blush hit your face, you let your eyes closed.

Sam teased you through your panties, just a little bit to get you ready. Then he pulled your panties aside and attacked your clit like he was a starving beast.

You gasped and instinctively muffled yourself by putting a curled hand to your lips. He gave you a new sensation. Of course, you did have sex, but only oral one and only with your former boyfriend who was just as inexperienced as you. Sam, on the other hand, was playing with you wisely, discovering a new level of desire to you.

"You like it, huh?," Sam asked, playing with your clit.

He raised to his feet, looking at you with a cocky smile.

"I wish I could eat that sweet pussy properly but looking at our poor position. This needs to wait, you are wet for me anyway," Sam winked and picked you up, pressing you to the wall.

At this moment Sam was thankful that his prison uniform was loose and easy to remove.

A soft moan escaped your lips as he picked you up a little. Your legs wrapped quickly around his hips as your hands rushed to tug his pants down. Oh, how much he was turning you on! "I need you, so much!"

"Oh you will get it, babe. I can promise you that, you will get whatever you need," Sam assured you before pulling his pants down, he wasn't wearing any underwear and his cock was standing proudly. "How much do you want it?"

"So much!," you gasped and reached out to grab his erected cock. You gave it a stroke or two, your palm wrapped tightly around his shaft. You tried to guide him right inside of you.

"But keep your hands up here, babe. I'll do the work," Sam instructed, wrapping your arms around his neck. "You simply relax and sing for me."

After those words Sam started to slowly penetrate your sweet pussy, he could feel that even if you had sex in past, a guy did a poor job.

"Hell! Fuck!," You moaned quietly, right into man's ear. A cold shiver ran along your spine. "Fuck, oh God!," You were moaning louder and louder. "You're so big! I can't take it!," You kissed the man's cheek, and moved to suck on his neck. His skin tasted with sweat, but you didn't mind.

"Oh I can bet you can take it, “ he hummed, rubbing your belly lovingly. "And a bit more than just my cock. Just relax," Sam purred, giving you one hard thrust before returning to gently pace. He didn't want to hurt you in any way.

"Ah!," You mumbled and nuzzled to his neck. Instantly, as soon as he made a hard thrust, you felt how wet you became and that your walls got loosened a bit. You tried to cool your breath down.

"You see? I told you that you can take it. Such a good girl," Sam smiled at the nice feeling of your walls loosening a bit around him. Knowing this he started to move faster, Sam knew you can take it. "You are doing a great job, babe,” he hummed, moving his hand into your hair to pull them gently.

You wrapped arms tighter around his neck and gasped right into his ear. He felt so amazing in you. He stretched you oh so well! "Fuck, fuck, so good, so hot, fuck...," You raised your tone a little and rolled head back.

Sam chuckled at your moans and cupped your cheek to make you look at him. "Oh, I know this all, sweetheart and I can say that you feel amazing around my cock,” without more unnecessary words Sam pulled you into a kiss, he was getting close to his climax.

You cupped his face in hands and kissed him. The kiss was messy, rapid. You gasped for air when you broke the kiss. "Oh, God, something is.... Oh, my God!," You mumbled as your walls started clenching.

Sam smiled against your lips.

"Oh, you poor thing, no one ever made you reach your peak? Let me show you how the real man does it, you'll love it,” he hummed, his hand moved between your bodies to play with your clit. "Just don't hold it, babe."

You rolled head back, your eyes shut closed, your lips parted and thighs squeezing man's hips. Your nails dug into his back where you scratched him. "I'm cumming!," You screamed.

"Good girl,” Sam hummed into your ear. His hips didn't stop to move even after your climax. "Now, tell me, do you want to be a good girl or do you want me to fill you up?"

"I want to be a good girl," you whispered. "Please!"

Sam let out a sad sigh, he expected a bit more from you. "As you wish. Pity ‘cuz I am not a fan of good girls,” he slowly pulled his cock out of you, Sam gave himself a few strokes before painting your clothed belly with his warm, thick seed. "That was good."

You licked your lips and gasped, immediately you went down to your knees and wrapped lips around his shaft. You only smirked and bobbed your head back and forth, sucking on him.

He moved his hand into your hair pulling at them. "This feels nice but that's enough, Y/N. You sucked me dry, babe."

You ran the tip of your tongue along his shaft for the very last time.

Sam chuckled and helped you get up. Pulling his pants up he looked at you, of course he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. "That was something girl," Sam hummed, puffing out some smoke.

You looked at him innocently. "Did you... Enjoy it? Truly?," You looked like you were seeking confirmation in his eyes. It was your very first time with a skilled man and you felt so exposed.

"Oh, I did enjoy it. Truly," he said and kissed your cheek. "I promise you one thing: as soon as we will be out of this hell - I will find you and we'll play some more."

"You somehow know where to look for me," you bit your lower lip.

At this moment the door to the room opened and a guard rushed inside. "What the fuck!"

"I told you she is here just wandering around. I knew she would be a problem," Rafe said to the guards with his back pressed to the wall, Nathan stood next to him completely confused.

You shrugged. "I pressed on him to go there, I thought this is where the exit is," you explained, laying smoothly

Everyone looked at you. The guards frowned and grabbed you, simply dragging you away.

Before you were pushed outside the outpost, you turned your head around. "Thank you for

guiding me

, Samuel!"

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bisexualnathanyoung · 4 years ago

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Body Image: a Nathan Young stand alone fanfiction by Ry. (title inspo)

Pairing: Nathan Young x plus sized cis female reader (simply because he uses the word woman etc & then the sex stuff, if you're middle of the spectrum like me & won't get dysphoria from it, feel free to imagine yourself or read and imagine an OC! that's what I do!)

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: smut smut smut, offensive humor, & swearing

"I've never done it with a fat girl before," Nathan said eagerly. Arsehole. How many times had you heard that one before? But this was Nathan. You knew Nathan. He was your best friend, and he said dumb shit all the fucking time, but his heart was usually in the right place.

"I'd always wondered if it was true that fat girls gave the best head. Glad that I know it's true now, darlin," he grinned at you.

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" You rolled your eyes at him.

"Course it is," he replied, grin still just as wide. Oh, Nathan. You'd been attracted to him for as long as you'd known him, but you never thought he'd feel the same way. He didn't usually flirt with you like he did with other girls. You always wondered if it had to do with your size. It didn't cross your mind that you had never made a move on him either.

… 12 hours earlier

There was no rhyme or reason to why he kissed you. You just knew you wanted him to do it again. And again. And again. And again.

You were both in your twenties at this point, albeit barely, but here you were snogging on a sofa like two horny fifteen year olds.

"Take your shirt off," you mumbled. You'd seen him without it before and every time you did, it was even more impossible to deny your feelings for him.

He pulled away from your mouth, "what?"

"I want to snog you without your shirt on," you said. He quickly threw it off. You continued to snog for a while. Hands wandering anywhere and everywhere.

You kissed his chin. Down his neck. Down his body until you got to the waistband of his jeans. His clothed erection right in your face.

"You know what I want to do to you?" you asked him.

His breath hitched, "I'm guessin' yer gonna tell me."

"I want to suck your cock… can I pull these down?"

"Yes. Fuck yes."

You let his jeans and pants fall to his ankles as you situated yourself between his legs on your knees in front of the sofa. You licked over the head, he was already wet with precum from how you'd been snogging.

"Oh," he moaned. It was sweet and almost feminine. A nice change from guys that either took sex way too seriously or never made any noise at all.

You didn't waste any time at all before taking the whole thing into your mouth. You bobbed on his cock as you rolled his balls in your hand. As your eyes began to water and jaw started to hurt, you used your tongue and your lips to please him as much as you could. You'd wanted this for a long time. When he started bucking, you let him fuck your mouth, taking as much of it as you possibly could.

"Oh, I'm gonna, I'm gonna," you felt the taste of his spunk as he came into your mouth. You continued to suck him clean until he was fully finished.

"That was… " he said as he pulled his underwear back up, "that was… incredible… so uh you want me to return the favor?" You did, god, you fucking did, but your downstairs were au naturale, and you didn't want to know what he might say about it.

"Not tonight," you said simply, "Can we," you chuckled. There you were feeling insecure again, "Do you mind if we cuddle? Do you want to spend the night?"

"Hell yeah," he said, "don't tell anyone but I fucking love cuddles."

Waking up in his arms was the most blissful experience you'd had in a while.

…

"So are we shaggin' or not?" he asked.

"Yeah," you responded and the both of you began to snog again.

When Nathan went to go unbutton your jeans you stopped him, "Wait. It's a little er," you tried to explain. He raised an eyebrow. "I don't shave. Down there I mean."

"Okay?" he looked amused and went back to unbuttoning your jeans.

"You don't think it's unattractive? I've shaved down there before but when it grows back it's so itchy and it's so much to- oh fuck," he had went ahead and slipped a finger inside you. If you didn't know any better, you'd think you could cum right then. It really had been too long.

"You're sexy. I promise," he said in your ear before going back to kiss you.

…

You whined as he brought his fingers out of you just as he had taken you right to the edge.

"Can I return that favor now?"

"God, yes please," you begged.

"I know I'm good, but y'ain't gotta call me God. Nathan is fine," he grinned.

You flicked him on the nose, "Loser."

"That's no way to treat someone who's about to rock your fucking world."

He rummaged in his pockets. You thought he might be bringing out a condom until he pulled out a tiny wrapped cough drop?

"Nathan, what the fuck is that?"

"Fisherman's Friend. You'll love it, I swear by it," he said.

You blinked at him, "I don't think you need… I'd prefer if you didn't use any… enhancements… near my vagina."

He put it back in his pocket, "Alright if you're sure?"

"Maybe I'll try it another time," you responded.

The biggest grin spread across his face, "There's gonna be another time?"

"I hope so," you grinned back and kissed him before rubbing your noses together.

"Alright, enough of that cute shit, back to business," he said with a smirk.

He pulled your knickers down and placed little kisses on your thighs. He still hasn't tried to take my shirt off, you thought, he already knows I'm fat. He probably thinks it's too much fat. He doesn't want to see it. It made you nervous earlier when your jeans came all the way off. You thought he would be disgusted by the cellulite on your body. But he didn't seem to notice or mind it. Despite being friends for a while and him being, well, Nathan, he never called you fat before you called yourself fat around him. And when you did you usually didn't do it in a self deprecating way. At least not around Nathan. More of a joking way. And you guessed he used that as the okay to do the same. It wasn't a secret that you'd never been considered a skinny girl.

You hated the fact that fat was seen as such a dirty word in society, and yet your insecurities seemed to forget there was nothing wrong with being overweight.

You were almost lost in your thoughts when he said, "Can I see those beautiful tits? I know we've been "just friends" for the longest time, but I secretly always wanted to catch a look of ye without your bra on."

You were flattered but you had convinced yourself that he wouldn't be attracted to you if he saw your stomach, "Are you sure? Are you sure you didn't just want to fuck doggy style with the lights off?"

His eyebrows furrowed, "Is that what you want?"

You shook your head, "not really."

"I definitely wanna keep the lights on if that's okay with you. I want to see that beautiful body of yours," he said.

"You've never seen it naked," you said, quieter, feeling your insecurities building.

"Well, obviously, but I really fucking want to. I already said."

"You don't," you let slip out. You mentally beat yourself up for not just letting a good moment happen.

He removed himself from the sexual position he was in to sit up and face you, "you really don't like your body, huh?" You looked into his eyes. You could almost say he looked upset.

"I'm fat, Nathan. You know that. Everyone fucking knows that. They have my entire life. You don't want to see my stomach. I'm surprised you even wanted to see my thighs. Yeah, my tits are great, but I could always wear a lowcut top for you."

"Y/N, I don't want you to wear a lowcut top while we have sex. I want to see all of you. Every piece of yourself you seem to hate. This ain't gonna sound humble,but, I swear to God, I'm not as shallow as you think I am."

You sighed, "are you sure? You don't have some kind of fat girl kink I don't know about? Because I'm not going to look like some 90-125 pound girl you're used to, but I'm not going to look like the professionals in BBW porn either. My body is just… gross."

He kissed you softly, "No, I don't have some kind of "fat girl kink." All women are the same to me. All hot as fuck."

You let out a laugh, "I don't know if that's the revolutionary feminist statement that you think it is."

"It's nice to see your smile again," he said, "how bout this, you've already seen me, I'll take my clothes off, and you can go next. I'll help you."

You nodded, "okay." You watched him stand up and get undressed. You thought he was so unbelievably sexy. As skinny as he was, you couldn't help but wonder if he ever felt a similar dislike of his body not being seen as ideal. You quickly pushed it away. This was Nathan. Nathan was confident about everything. And rightfully so. "Any pretty and skinny," you thought," girl would find him hot."

"Alright, arms up," he said. You took a deep breath and let him remove your shirt. He immediately brought his hands up to your breasts.

"Can I take this off?" He asked as he reached around to the hooks at the back of your bra.

"Yes," you said, shakily. He grabbed at your tits causing you to moan before kissing you again with even more passion than before.

"You're so fucking, beautiful," he moaned, "god, so gorgeous." He kissed down your neck. Even using his tongue in some places before licking over your nipple. Sucking it. Making eye contact with you. It was the sexiest thing you'd ever seen. After moaning and groaning at the sinful pleasure for a while, he kissed between your breasts and moved lower.

Your insecurities had left your body as he made you feel so good, but the second his lips were off of you, they came back. He placed his hand on the bottom of your stomach. You always hated your dreaded "muffin top," the fact that some people's bodies just didn't do that. He kissed over your stretch marks and your scars. And down your belly. Even placing a kiss on your pubic mound. Then he dived in.

Licking at your slit before settling on your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue on it. He added his fingers back into your pussy, and you felt so fucking good. You wondered how he could possibly be this good. He wasn't a bad kisser, but he was definitely a sloppy one, and his oral skills didn't reflect that at all.

It wasn't five minutes before you felt your orgasm start to build. He pulled his fingers out and penetrated you with his tongue while tapping your clit with his fingers. You pulled at his hair as you came harder than you certainly had the last few months from your hand, but, fuck, maybe harder than you ever had.

"Well, that didn't last very long," Nathan smirked, "you want some more?"

"I want your cock," you said, not having come down from your orgasm yet. You wanted him now.

He looked up at you from where he was settled at the end of the bed, "Oh." Nathan never blushed, but part of you could've swore he had.

"Fuck me, please," you said.

"Don't have to ask me twice," he smiled. This time when he went back to his jean pockets, he did pull out a condom. He inspected the package and then ripped it open and put it on. He looked down your body and stroked himself.

"Fuck," he said softly, "you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

You felt your heart flutter, but made a joke of it anyway, "you sure you don't just have a thing for big women?"

"No," he said, "I mean yeah, I mean…" he shook his head like he couldn't figure out how to answer the question, "I have a thing for you. I've always wanted to do this. Right from the beginning." You felt the same way. Maybe not in this "friends with benefits" way that you thought was happening, but you always wanted to date him. But then you never told him. He never told you. And he blossomed from this nerdy looking kid that would scream Green Day lyrics with you into this handsome guy. That slept with skinny girls. You thought you'd lost your chance, yet here you were. Naked. Him in front you. Condom on his cock.

"Well, do it then." You smiled. He crawled over you and kissed you before easing inside of you. The only time you weren't kissing while fucking was when you gazed into his eyes.

"I'm close," he said. You were too. You tightened your grip around him.

"Oh, Nathan," you moaned, "I'm gonna fucking cum."

He reached between you to run your clit, "let it go, babygirl, let it go." And you did. As your eyes were tightly closed as you came around his cock, you felt him feeling the condom and heard his moans.

"Fuck," he said, finally, when he collapsed on top of you. His cock still inside.

"That was incredible," you said. He kissed you before sitting up to take the condom off. You pulled the blanket up around you and soon he was spooning you. You turned around to face him after laying in his arms for a while.

"You really think I'm beautiful?" You couldn't help but ask.

"Hell yes," he said.

"Even at this size?" You asked.

"Yes, darlin'. There's absolutely nothing wrong with havin' more woman to love." To love? Not to see. Not to fuck. Not to even kiss, but to love? You'd drunkenly told each you loved each other before. But you never thought much of besides having those little words to think back to when you were sad. You always told your other friends that you loved them. You thought everyone deserved to know they were loved. But you'd just been friends. He only loved you platonically, right?

He kissed you again, "y'know, I don't know why I've been such a pussy all these years. God, I'm fucking pathetic. Saying this shit… fucking sober even, but I," you couldn't tell what emotion his face conveyed, "I wish I would've saved myself for you. So you wouldn't know I've seen other girls' bodies. Touched them. Fucked them. Yeah, you knew I'd seen em in porn and stuff, but I feel like that's different. When we were sixteen, I knew I'd wanna eat girls out to be a good boyfriend, but it never turned me on that much. Then I dreamed of doing it to you. I searched up online everything I could. Asked all my mates. I told myself "when I'm her boyfriend, it's gonna be just like that dream." But then you always dated guys so much closer to your size. And lots of em were so muscular… I think I could lift you up now, but them, they definitely could. I thought you had a type. That you wouldn't find me sexy." You couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"You're the sexiest guy I know. I guess like you said, I wasn't trying to date big guys. They were just the only ones willing to date me. I didn't think they were unattractive. I think any guy can be attractive regardless of size, but when I was attracted to a skinny guy, they were usually never interested. Skinny guys just don't date fat girls," you shook your head. In years to come, you'd realize people of all shapes and sizes dated so many different body types than their own, but at the time, you couldn't get past your own experiences.

Nathan laid his head on your chest, "yeah, they do."

"They really don't," fuck. Why were you arguing with him again?

"They do now," he said and placed a kiss on your breast.

"What?" You were taken aback.

"Oh," he said sadly, "if you don't want to, that's fine, I'm okay with friends with-"

"Of course, I want you to be my fucking boyfriend, are you kidding me?!"

"Oh," he said again, smiling now. You ruffled his hair and kissed him on the forehead.

He smiled again but then his face scrunched up like he was thinking of something.

"Uh," he said,"I've already sounded like a pussy today, and it's not like it mattered. You were there when I cried when that stray cat in front of the bar wouldn't let me pet. You know deep down, I'm just a big ole fuckin' pussy."

"You're not a pussy, Nathan," you said. You didn't particularly like how guys used that word anyway, but you weren't going to get into that right now, "You're sweet. And adorable. It makes me happy I get to see this side of you."

"You did always tell me girls would like me more if I just acted like myself, and stop being a dick all the time. But myself is a dick, baby!"

You laughed at him, "yeah, okay, but a soft one."

"Well, that's great, first girlfriend I have that I actually love, and she calls me a flacid penis." You felt a tear fall from your eye.

"Holy shit," you said softly.

"Fuck!" He bit his lip like he regretted what he said. You didn't let him say anything else and kissed him, "Nathan, I fucking love you."

"I," he said, "I, um, yeah, me too. But you." He smiled. Some people probably would've been upset that he didn't repeat the words "I love," but you'd known Nathan a long time. You knew what he'd been through. You knew saying those words would be hard for him. But the fact that you knew he meant it was enough.

"So," his tongue swiped at your nipple, making you squeak. It would be like him to do something like that after such a serious moment, "round two?"

"Hell yeah."

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#nathan young smut #nathan young fanfiction #nathan young x reader #nathan young x you #nathan young x plus size reader #oc; lainey gray #i just invented her just now #i was like hm i could write this character again and the name lainey just came to me #weird #anyway im soooooo proud of this fic

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 years ago

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handmaid - prelude

PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader

WARNINGS: age gap

A/N: i’m so excited to be starting this fanfic a bit sooner than expected, but i’ve been outlining it since i finished the outline and end for the unseen one and decided to go ahead with it when i saw a nice pink aesthetic board. i hope you enjoy the prelude, let me know what you think xx

NEXT CHAPTER

handmaid: a female servant, a subservient partner or element.

The lights were unusual shades of blue, green, and red. That was the first thing she noticed as she walked inside the club Genevieve had picked for her last night of freedom, as she called it. Of course the lights weren’t the only thing that was bothering Y/N: the loud music which made it impossible to have a civil regular conversation, the heels that were too tall and did not belong to her, the equally borrowed tight see through black dress, the long earrings that got tangled in her hair whenever she slightly turned her head to the side, the constant on/off rhythm of the lights and the need to squeeze between a sea of people to get anywhere were some of the things that made her want to return home, curl in a nice thick cozy throw and watch TV until her eyes were too heavy to remain open.

Nevertheless, she was to be constantly by Genevieve’s, or Gwen as she preferred to be called, side, mostly by her father’s orders. Therefore, here she was in a Friday night, dressed in mostly Gwen’s hand me downs that would normally lay in a cardboard box in the back of her wardrobe. Soon enough, Gwen had found herself a nice booth, after all being the daughter and apparent heir to the west mob family had its perks. Sometimes, even more perks than dangers.

- Oh, Y/N this is Nathan. - Gwen introduced her to one of the man that were sat at her booth. He was the picture perfect look of man she normally surrounded herself with, the type of man you would see in a teen sitcom with plump skin and a Californian-like vibe to them. It wasn’t exactly a hard job for her to attract them either as the young heiress was, in a word, stunning. Her unruly red locks were constantly slicked back in a straight hairstyle, dark makeup and a red pout constantly got her whatever she wanted. However, tonight she was kissing all of that goodbye as first thing in the morning, she would finally be formally presented to that who was to be her husband.

It had been arranged way before Gwen had even been born and despite the glamourisation and complete debauchery seen in most mobster movies Y/N had grown up watching, most weddings occurred that way, planned. This one in particular was a special one considered the Stan family mafia and Gwen’s had been sworn enemies until the day she was born when her father signed her hand away. It was mostly a tactic to unite both families in a way that was very permanent. Y/N had learned not to be shocked about it, however, she still didn’t like to think of two grown men deciding the future of a unborn baby girl as if she were currency. Yet again, she was a woman and since she had an older brother, who despite working as a doctor and giving up on the lifestyle ages ago was still pretty much the one expected to take on the mob boss title, she was either to life in complete bliss or to get married.

Her betrothed however was a completely different story. Gwen wasn’t much to talk about either, saying that they had met once when she was eighteen at a formal her father had thrown and that he had pretty much ignored her the whole night, so most of what Y/N knew about him came from rumours. The Stan mob family had quite a reputation, specially when it came to hits and their associates, however they were always somehow shrouded in mystery. Sebastian Stan himself was one to adore that sort of aura, so much that despite it all, Y/N had never seen him or knew what he looked like. She knew him to be older than Gwen, with a sharp tongue and a certain allure that attracted bottom feeders, but other than that, she knew nothing.

- Gwen, we should probably go home. - she urged, constantly checking her phone and watching the hour number increase as if time was nothing. However, the young girl had no absolute interest in going home, specially when she had found herself a rather interesting company. - Gwen, your father is gonna be mad.

- If you’re so worried about my father then don’t question me. - Gwen returned to her flirtatious conversation with the blonde boy, leaving Y/N to huff, grab the pink sugary drink she’d been drinking for the past two hours, and venture herself in the club, they sure probably had a smoking lounge which led to some sort of air she could inhale. In all honesty, even inhaling smoke sounded better than inhaling the smells of the main floor.

Weak on her feet due to the oversized and worn out heels, she made her way through the crowd, her eyes paying no help at finding any sort of stairs of doors that would led to some sort of freedom due to the constant blinking lights. Defeated, she decided it would be better to return to Gwen before she decided to abandon her for Malibu Ken however, Y/N quickly found herself in the middle of the dance floor being pushed from side to side. Whenever she tried to walk some way, the sea of people would make her walk the other way like some helpless puppet until she hit something rock hard, spilling her drink and sending her crashing to the floor. She felt her chest hit the coloured blinking ground hard, and had it not been for her own hands holding onto the floor, her head would’ve ping ponged off the pavement too.

Nevertheless, none of that mattered because what first came in sight as she looked ahead were what looked like a very nice pair of leathered shoes which made her face pale and her heart stop. She had spilled her drink on someone. No, not just someone. Someone either rich or with enough connections to get inside one of the most elite clubs of all of New York.

Y/N looked up, not completely being able to make up every single feature of his face but being able to make up that it was a man, a much taller man who probably did not have a smile on his face. At the thought of being screamed at or thrown out, she immediately rushed to her feet, noticing the big pinkish stain spreading on what looked like a pristine crisp cotton dress shirt. Her hands flew to the napkin holders in one of the tables, immediately grabbing enough tissues to clean a whole country only to dab the drink out of his shirt, her heart racing as nothing came out of it.

- I’m so sorry. - she probably said for the 100th time, tissues bunched in her hands as she finally got a good look of his face. He had an unreadable look on what she thought was probably the single most gorgeous face she had ever seen in her whole entire life, and that was something coming out of someone who had met half the models at Paris Fashion Week with Gwen. It was somehow being stoic and classic, like a 50′s mysterious Marlon Brando. He stopped her motions, grabbing the tissues from her hand and placing it at the bar. That was it, this is how I die, Y/N thought to herself. - I’m so sorry, I’m ... I can pay for the shirt, I really didn’t mean to spill it on you. I just wanted to get some air but everything is confusing here and ...

- It’s alright, angel. - the man raised his hands, showing no harm but still maintaining an aura of mystery, almost as if she wasn’t supposed to be talking to him.

- I have to return to my friend. - she stumbled onto her feet, praying not to fall in front of anyone else as he looked at her leaving. She was just a doll and he couldn’t help but observe as she got lost in the middle of the crowd like a sheeps in a wolf’s den. He was hypnotised by her figure in that god awful oversized dress, thinking about how beautiful it would look draped on his floor, how radiant her eyes appeared looking up at him ..

- Everything alright, boss? - his view of the crowd was obstructed, the clear sight of her disappearing and being replaced by the ugly mug of one of his men. Had he had his gun with him, he would’ve been laying on a pool of his own blood right now. - We saw the girl and ...

- And now you’re gonna go fucking look for her. Invite her to the VIP room, don’t keep me waiting. - he watched as they rushed into the crowd like headless chickens looking for a girl they barely got a look of. He snickered, taking a step forward to return to the only place where it didn’t stink of cheap liquor. He stopped, noticing he had stepped on something and slowly moved his feet away to see a small dainty necklace with a pendant that looked like some sort of bird. The man scrunched his face as he lowered to grab the chain, probably some cheap metal, before sticking it in his pocket, taking a quick look of the crowd.

Y/N meanwhile was being dragged out of the sleazy club by Gwen who was no longer interested in her boy toy. The girl couldn’t lie, she was happy she was being dragged away from the club, however, rushing down the street in oversized heels. Due to the rush of exercise and adrenaline coursing through her blood and turning her rather breathless which led to her putting her hand over her chest and noticing the lack of her necklace’s chain.

- Wait, Gwen. - she stopped the heiress before they could get inside the car where the chauffeur had been patiently waiting their arrival. - My necklace, I don’t have my necklace.

- Maybe you didn’t bring it, Y/N. - the redhead spoke up, already inside the car, phone in hand. - C’mon, it’s probably home.

- I’m sure I brought it.

- You’re worrying too much, c’mon. - Gwen patted the leather seat of the car. The young girl took a long full look at the club, Gwen was probably right, maybe she didn’t bring the necklace. With a quick motion, she closed the door of the car, watching as the club became more and more distant.

A memory.

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