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Wicked As They Come | myg

⟶ title: Wicked As They Come

⟶ pairing: vampire!yoongi x reporter! f reader

⟶ genres/aus: supernatural au, vampire au, fake dating au, ceo au, romance, smut

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ wc: 10.7k

⟶ warnings: Yoongi is a bit mean but 😏, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, threats, dirty talk, mentions of blood, biting, blood drinking, blood play, a cheesy staircase scene, a shower scene, smut in the forms of: oral m & f receiving, unprotected sex, rough sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

⟶ summary: you’ve been undercover at one of Min Yoongi’s many hotels in the city for the past week. you’re there because of the rumors that have been spreading regarding his vampire employees feeding off of his human guests. what you don’t expect to happen is Min Yoongi discovering your true intentions in his hotel and offering you a very interesting ultimatum: pretend to date the vampire CEO to help appeal to his human guests, or quickly find out just what kind of monster he can really be.

⟶ authors note: I know you all must be so surprised to see me posting since it’s been literal months lol. This fic is part of the To Love A Monster collab that I’m hosting with a bunch of really amazing writers. Please check out their fics as well! I have to give some big shoutouts here: M @here2bbtstrash, thank you for betaing what was obviously a mess and assuring me that it wasn’t complete trash, I so appreciate your help. Also to sav @jeonjcngkook who read it before it was even done to also assure me I wasn’t writing junk. And then to jai @gimmethatagustd for making this amazing banner all those months ago when I thought I wouldn’t procrastinate and get this done sooner lol.

I hope you all enjoy this, it’s mostly porn lol.

You have been sneaking around his hotel for a week trying to put any weight behind the rumors that were circulating.

Min Yoongi was a vampire and a very powerful one. He owns almost every luxury hotel within 500 miles of the city. He employs vampires and humans in his hotels and none of the humans you had been talking to seemed afraid to be here. So why are there rumors the vamps are feeding off humans in his hotels?

You have been unable to find any evidence of the unapproved blood drinking. There is, of course, plenty of approved blood drinking. Humans are paid handsomely to volunteer their blood to the vamps and Min Yoongi almost made a show of how much he paid them.

Your last night in the hotel is supposed to be spent at a masquerade party being held downstairs in the grand room, but ever curious you decided to take a small detour past the kitchens.

The dress you are wearing was sent to your hotel room with a note that simply stated “can’t wait to finally meet you tonight when you're wearing this.”

At first, you thought it was possibly delivered to your room by mistake. But the dress was exactly your size and fit like it had been made for you. You didn’t have a no clue who would have sent it, but you weren’t the type to turn down expensive gifts.

While taking your last minute detour past the kitchens, you hear something around the corner that quickly catches your attention.

“I don’t want you to if it’s going to hurt, Jimin.” A female voice says in a hushed whisper.

“I would never hurt you, princess. It’s going to feel so good,” a man with silver hair and a ridiculously pretty smile says to the female as you slowly peek around the corner. One of his hands strokes her cheek while the other holds her body against his.

“Do you promise?” Her voice trembles slightly and you’re immediately afraid for her.

“Of course.” He leans down to kiss her and she seems to melt into him.

There are two things you are absolutely sure about at this moment.

This man named Jimin is a vampire.

This girl is human and being coerced into letting this vampire bite her even though she is obviously terrified.

You watch as the vampire hikes up the girl's skirt, hitching her leg over his hip. You hadn’t noticed that he had removed his cock from his pants until you saw him slip inside the girl in front of him.

You can’t look away, but an even bigger part of you wants to see more. She moans his name and Jimin praises her for taking him so well.

Was this really what they had been talking about? Were they talking about fucking and not him drinking her blood?

But while you were distracted by the scene in front of you, watching tears roll down the girl's face when Jimin slammed her back to the wall, you hadn’t realized that someone else was watching you. A hand covers your mouth and an arm wraps around your waist and lifts you off the ground.

“You aren’t supposed to be down here,” a deep voice says against the shell of your ear. You try to scream to no avail, flailing your head around trying to hit them in the face, but they’re too quick.

You keep fighting against them, even as you feel a needle pierce the skin of your neck and a scream leave the mouth of that poor girl around the corner.

“Time to wake up.” You feel someone grip your face in their hand to keep your head up. Your mind feels like a fog has settled inside.

“You probably gave her too much, Namjoon,” a voice says.

“Impossible. I never miscalculate a dose.”

“Would you two please shut the fuck up,” a deep grumbly voice says from a little further away. “Open your eyes, little monster.”

You force them to flutter open, trying to focus on what’s in front of you through your blurry vision.

“Where…where am I?” You start to move your limbs; your legs move fine, but your arms are handcuffed behind the back of the chair you’re sitting in. “What the fuck?”

“We need to talk about why you’ve been snooping around my hotel for the past week. And I suggest you not lie to me or I’ll kill you now.” A man dressed in a very expensive suit comes around the front side of the desk he was sitting behind and leans against it.

“If you already know, what’s the point in me telling you anything?” Your vision clears more as you focus on his face: long black hair smoothed back off his forehead and eyes that could see through your soul.

“Humor me.” His voice is suddenly at your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Is this how you treat all of your guests? Cuffing them to chairs and letting your employees drink their blood even though they’re terrified?” You glare at him as you speak. It didn’t take you long to realize that this man is Min Yoongi.

He laughs before placing his hands on the arms of the chair, leaning down until his face is level with yours.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, little monster.” His voice is low and his smirk is maddening.

“I’m calling the cops as soon as I get the fuck out of here. This is kidnapping.” You struggle against the cuffs to no avail. Yoongi leans down closer, his nose coming down to skim your throat and cause your body to freeze.

“I can smell it on you…the fear. Your heart is pumping too hard. It’s fucking divine.” His tongue ghosts along your skin and no matter how hard you try not to react, goosebumps appear after you shiver. “Does that turn you on, little monster? Knowing I could kill you…bleed you dry on my tongue?”

It does. God it fucking does. It’s so fucked up, but pain…pushing limits…a little bit of fear…you fucking love it.

“No.” You seethe through clenched teeth.

“Liar.” His words are hot against your ear before his inhuman speed takes him back to the other side of his desk in an instant.

“Bastard.” You cross your legs tightly and slump against the chair.

“You have a choice to make, Ms. ______.” Yoongi sits down in his oversized leather chair and leans back with his eyes on you. “I’m in need of a partner. A human one. Someone to make appearances with me and make it look convincing. I need the humans to book my hotels more often. You can either help me do that or I can kill you.”

“Gee, so glad you’ve given me so many options here,” you scoff.

“What will it be then?” His hand cards through his long hair but his attention stays on you.

You realize that this may give you an extra in for your article. You could have insider information about what’s going on in these hotels if you agree. Maybe this isn’t the worst thing that could’ve happened.

“Fine. I agree.” You know the smile on your face probably isn’t as convincing as you want it to be.

“Meet me back here tomorrow night to sign the contract.” Yoongi nods towards the vampires who have been lingering near the door and one of them comes forward to undo your cuffs.

“Perfect.”

“What the hell? You’ve got an entire clause in this thing that says I can’t write any piece of journalism regarding what I see and hear at any time while or after the contract is up? That’s bullshit!” You toss the thick packet of paper back onto his desk.

“I’ll compensate you for any money your magazine would pay you for the article you were going to write about me.” Yoongi says, as if he’s bored to death as he scrolls his phone.

“How much compensation are we talking about here? Because the magazine I’m working for pays pretty decently for pieces like…” Your sentence is cut off by the sound of your phone dinging on the table. You pick it up to see Min Yoongi has deposited $20,000 into your bank account. You choke, almost throwing your phone when you see the number. “You can’t be serious.”

“Now that your compensation is dealt with, is there anything else in the terms you want to discuss?” Namjoon says, steam practically pouring out of his ears. He turns to his boss next. “Or is there any more money you would like to just throw around?”

You glare at Yoongi, his eyes never leaving you as you reach onto the table and pick the packet of papers back up. He smiles, poking the tip of his tongue against one of his fangs.

Flipping through the rest of the contract, it occurs to you that one thing was never mentioned throughout that ridiculously long document.

“There’s nothing about sex in here.” You skim through a few pages again and Namjoon nearly chokes.

“Should there be?” Yoongi says with amusement in his voice.

“I just assumed…”

“If you want me to fuck you, little monster, we don’t need a contract for it. Just say that’s what you want.” He leans over the desk, his elbows resting on it.

“Obviously I don’t.” You cross your legs and pretend to look through the contract more.

“Get out,” Yoongi says, black eyes still staring at you.

“Excuse me?” You’re about to go off before he cuts you off.

“Not you.” He turns his eyes to Namjoon who was apparently pretending there was something more interesting on his phone. “You. Get out of my office.”

“Asshole,” Namjoon mumbles as he shoves his chair back and, quicker than any human ever could, rushes out of the door and leaves it slamming behind him.

“What is your problem? Why did you tell him to leave?”

“My problem is that you’re lying to me. So I’ll give you one last chance to tell the truth. Do you want to be fucked?” He starts to loosen the tie around his neck while standing up slowly from his desk.

“Why do you assume that I want you to fuck me?” Your mouth feels dry as you grip the arms of your chair.

“Does your cunt usually get ridiculously wet when you don’t want to be fucked?” He stops in front of you, the silky black neck tie sliding between his long fingers.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No? So if I got my fingers between your legs I wouldn’t find you dripping?”

“It wouldn’t be because of you.” You tighten your jaw and lift your nose slightly into the air in defiance. “Maybe I thought your lawyer was hot.”

Yoongi has never looked more wicked than he does at this moment. It’s like any kind of mask he was wearing to hide the monster has slipped away, his eyes suddenly the color of blood and fangs elongated while he grips the arms of the chair you’re sitting in, crushing them in his hands. The suddenness of it all makes you yelp in surprise.

“Don’t forget who you’re talking to with that smart fucking mouth, little monster.” One of Yoongi’s hands lifts from the rubble of the chair arms so he can drag a finger up your chest. Even without his inhuman abilities, you know he can hear your heart.

You should be terrified. You are terrified. But you should be trying to get away. Fight him off of you. But you just want more. Want him to bend you over his desk and show you the monster he can truly be.

His wandering finger makes its way over your pulse thrumming in your neck, making him groan low and deep in his chest. But he doesn’t stop there; he keeps his torturously slow pace until the finger is resting on your chin just beneath your lips.

“Open,” he demands, the red of his eyes slowly retreating back to their normal dark color.

You decide not to argue this time, parting your lips just enough for him to slip his finger into the hot cavern of your mouth.

“Suck, little monster, like it’s my cock I know you’re dying to choke on.” He presses the long digit against your tongue, tilting his head to the side as he watches your lips wrap around his finger.

You suck gently at first, running your tongue along its length until you can taste the metal of the very expensive ring on his finger. You lift your eyes to meet his, desperate to see how it’s affecting him.

“You can do better, can’t you, beautiful?” His other hand cups your chin and tilts it up more before he pulls his finger from your mouth. “Well?”

You watch as he leans against his desk, spreading his legs slightly as he presses his palms to the top of the dark wood.

It only takes you a moment to realize what he’s suggesting, and then you’re sliding from the leather chair you’re sitting in down to your knees on the floor in front of him. You can tell he’s half hard already when you come face to face with his crotch.

“This doesn’t mean anything.” Your voice sounds strained and unfamiliar. Yoongi smirks, a small laugh slipping out.

“Don’t worry, little monster. Out there you can be my well put together princess. But here, you’re my whore.” He growls the last part, one of his fangs poking into his bottom lip as he watches you undo his belt and zipper.

You hate how hard your pussy clenches at his words. How much you’re craving exactly what you’re getting. It’s stupid. So, so stupid.

Running your hands up his thighs, you slip your fingers into the band of his underwear and pants, sliding them down to free his waiting cock. And of course it’s perfect. His cocky demeanor is well backed up by the size of the dick in your face alone. Your mouth waters.

“There will be plenty of time for you to gawk, but right now you should really start sucking.” His fingers lace into your hair and lightly grip at the back of your head. You roll your eyes at him, but take his cock into your hand anyways.

His skin is cool to the touch but still flushed as you stroke him. A hum of approval comes from above you. You look up again, taking him into your mouth and making sure to hold eye contact as you do.

Your tongue swirls around him while your head bobs slowly up and down his long shaft. His grip in your hair tightens each time you take him a little deeper into your throat.

“Good girl, fuck,” Yoongi groans, grabbing the bottom of his button up shirt and pulling it up to his chest so that he can see everything that you’re doing.

Closing your eyes for a moment, you let your throat relax and take him all the way down until your nose presses against his lower stomach. The groan you receive in return is nothing short of delicious.

“I could tell from the moment I saw you watching Jimin fuck that girl downstairs that you were going to be the sweetest little slut.” He grips your hair hard, making you yelp around his cock. “And I was so fucking right.” Yoongi uses your hair as leverage to start rocking his hips and fucking into your mouth.

This is exactly what you want. You want him to use you and say dirty things. Your pussy has been clenching around nothing and dripping all over your thighs the entire time. You open your mouth as wide as you can and let him corrupt your throat, holding on to the backs of his thighs for dear life.

“How badly do you want my cum, little monster?” His voice is breathy and full of lust.

Unable to answer him with your mouth occupied, you slide your hands up to his ass cheeks and dig your nails in, making him jolt further down your throat. God you want it so badly.

“Fuck, that’s so good. So fucking good.” Yoongi releases his grip on your hair and lets you bob your head up and down him again to finish him off.

You bring a hand around to stroke him in tandem with your mouth, squeezing at the head on each upstroke. You watch above you as his head finally falls back with a loud moan, his hand on the back of your head to hold you down as he cums down your throat.

He didn’t have to hold you there, you were gladly going to take it all, but it’s obvious this vampire loves control. So you continue to suck softly until he’s finished and pulls his cock from your lips.

You take in a deep breath when he releases you, falling forward slightly but catching yourself on your hands.

“Let me see,” Yoongi grumbles.

“See what?” you say, out of breath. He doesn’t answer, simply grabs your chin and yanks you back up to look at him.

“Open your mouth,” he demands and you obey. “Good girl. I like to see that it’s all been swallowed down your perfect throat.” He releases your chin, extending his hand for you to take to help you up.

As you stand on wobbly legs, you’re surprised by the sudden gentleness from the man who was fucking your throat raw just moments ago. Yoongi helps you straighten your clothes and then moves on to his own, fixing his pants back into place as if the whole thing hadn’t just happened.

“Are you going to put sex in the contract now?” you ask, genuinely curious. Yoongi laughs quietly as he rounds the other side of his desk.

“If you’d prefer it be in writing I can have Namjoon add it in.”

“That…might be best.” You don’t know why. Maybe to give yourself the illusion that this isn’t something you’re more than willing to do.

“As you wish.” He sits back in his chair and watches as you head for his door. “And little monster?”

“Yes?” You almost jump at the sound of his voice again.

“A member of my staff will be taking you shopping and helping you get settled into my penthouse in the next few days.”

“Your penthouse? I don’t remember living together being in the contract.”

“We have to make this as believable as possible. And I want to keep you close.” He opens his laptop, ignoring the surprised look on your face.

“Possessive much?” You glare at him, arms crossing over your chest. He hums with a smirk.

“Only when it comes to things that are mine.” His words send a shiver down your spine, and in that moment you aren’t sure if it’s out of lust or fear.

You don’t respond further, slipping out of his office so that you can breathe again.

“Was all of this truly necessary?” you ask.

“Yoongi said you were to get everything you wanted.” Jungkook shrugs his shoulders as he types into his phone.

Jungkook had come to your hotel room three days after you’d left Yoongi’s office. He’s apparently Yoongi’s assistant, and lucky for you, is much friendlier than his boss. He had other staff collect your things from your room and take them to Yoongi’s penthouse before rushing you out the door to shop.

“Yes, but you literally bought everything I even glanced at twice.” There are bags covering the entire floor of the elevator you’re riding up in, and the hotel attendants will be bringing tons more up from the car.

“Don’t overthink it. Just enjoy being the spoiled brat that you are for a few months,” Jungkook teases, making you roll your eyes with a laugh.

The elevator dings, signaling your arrival at the very top floor of the hotel. Your stomach twists as the thought of living here with Yoongi finally dawns on you. This is a ridiculous idea.

“Welcome home!” Jungkook shouts, scaring you for a moment.

You step out into the entryway of the penthouse, immediately overwhelmed by the beautiful set up. The entire far wall is windows, of course: it wouldn’t be a penthouse without ceiling to floor windows. But the way the sun is setting outside is breathtaking to see from this high up.

You move a little further inside, taking in the black leather couches and oversized fireplace in the living room area. Fur carpets cover the dark wood floors and abstract pieces of art sit on almost every table.

It’s an open concept, the kitchen taking up the other half of the first floor. Though you aren’t sure why a vampire would need a kitchen with their…special diet. It has lights that drop down low from the ceiling and a huge island with tons of seating. Does Min Yoongi enjoy entertaining guests? You can barely imagine it.

“Boss should be back soon. Want me to wait with you?” Jungkook says, still typing away into his phone. He’s rather sweet for a vampire.

“I’ll be fine, Jungkook.” You give him a small smile as you wrap your arms around yourself. “And thank you for today.”

“My pleasure. You’ve got my number, anything you need just give me a call.” He looks up at you, then inhumanly fast is out the door. How will you ever get used to that?

You decide to look a little closer at the kitchen, letting your fingertips ghost over the black marble countertops. Making your way to the fridge, you open its huge doors to find it fully stocked with food.

“What the fuck?” you mumble to yourself. Why did he need all of this food?

Before you close the doors, a bottle of wine on the top shelf catches your eye and you grab it before spinning around to face the kitchen island and search for a corkscrew.

What you don’t expect to see is Min Yoongi standing on the other side of the island, watching you carefully.

“Holy shit!” you screech, your heart lurching in your chest. “Can you please make some noise when you enter a room? Jesus.”

“Making yourself at home, little monster?” He smirks, likely loving the fact that you almost had a heart attack.

“I was just looking around.” You sit the bottle of wine down and lean over the counter, resting your elbows on the marble. “Is that okay?” You know that your cleavage is pushed up by the way you're bent over and you definitely did it on purpose.

“You’re welcome to look around.” He drums his long fingers against the countertop. “I’ve got nothing to hide from you.” You scoff.

“No bodies hidden in the closets? A coffin in your bedroom perhaps?” You reach up and carefully take a wine glass down from the rack hanging above the kitchen island.

“This isn’t the dark ages, little monster. The sun being a problem for vampires is something of the past.” He shrugs out of his suit jacket and drapes it over the chair next to him.

“It seems vampires evolve very quickly.” You say it casually, hoping he will spill information that most humans don’t know; information that you can use when you write an article exposing everything about them.

“Curious little thing, aren’t you?” He loosens his tie while slowly stalking towards you around the counter.

“It’s my job to be curious.” You try to pretend that him coming closer doesn’t affect you by pouring the wine into the glass you retrieved.

“Do you think you’re going to find a loophole in my contract? Something that would allow you to write your article? Foolish…” Yoongi wraps his tie around his palm and continues his slow movements towards you. Your stomach tightens, wondering when he’s going to get sick of you and kill you where you stand.

“We don’t need to talk about the article. It’s obviously not happening.” You take a drink, the sweet white liquid enticing your taste buds.

“Your heart gives you away.”

“What?” You’re taken aback by his words, taking them in a way he didn’t mean.

“It’s picked up speed. Almost a thrum. You’re lying…but that’s okay. You want to be brave, then go ahead. But I’m not your enemy, little monster.” He moves too quickly for a moment, coming too close all at once, causing you to drop your wine glass on the floor.

The glass shatters against the tile floor, the wine spreading out and filling into the space between the tiles. You don’t even think about your next move, bending down and immediately starting to pick up the shards of glass.

“Sorry…” you start to say, nicking your palm on a piece of glass in your rush to scoop them up. “Fuck, that hurts. Could you hand me a rag?” You don’t look up at first, but when Yoongi doesn’t say anything, you get impatient.

What you see is the monster you know you shouldn’t want so desperately.

His eyes are red and raging as he grips the counter top with one of his hands, the marble starting to crumble between his fingers.

“Get the fuck up.” Yoongi struggles but manages to get the words out between gritted teeth.

“What?” You scoot back across the floor, trying to put space between you. You watch as his hands shove into his hair, pulling at the long black strands as he makes pained groaning noises at the floor.

With that inhuman speed, Yoongi leans down and grabs your wrist, blood still leaking from the cut on your palm. The grip on your wrist is so hard you’re afraid he might break your bones.

“Yoongi, you’re hurting me. Let go,” you practically whimper as he drags you up from the floor and shoves you against the side of the island. “Stop. Please don’t…”

You know that if he wanted to kill you, he would have by now. He could have drained you dry and no one would ever know to even look for you here. But the fear makes you feel alive. It makes your heart hammer and your pussy clench. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Yoongi grabs your wrist again, making you yelp in surprise. He stares at it for a moment, intently watching your blood slide down your skin. He closes his eyes before making his final decision.

You decide to close your eyes too, not sure if you want to see what could happen next.

To your surprise, what you feel is the warm, wet muscle of his tongue licking along the inside of your wrist up to your palm. Your eyes shoot open immediately, meeting his ruby colored orbs.

“I want to kill you,” he whispers against the skin of your wrist, lapping at the blood once more.

“I know,” you whisper back.

“Why does that make your pussy wet, little monster?” He smiles wickedly before his lips attach to the cut on your palm, sucking gently. You can’t help the moan that slips past your lips as you watch your blood coat his mouth and run down his chin.

“I…I don’t know.” You reach out with your other hand to grab onto his shirt and anchor yourself to something.

“All of that insolence seems to disappear when your pussy is getting what it wants.” He licks one more long stripe up your wrist before he pulls away, his eyes in the beginning stages of returning to their normal dark.

“You haven’t given me anything that I want.” You yank your wrist out of his hold, rubbing at the bruise marks already appearing. Yoongi rolls his eyes, grasping your shoulders and turning you around to walk you towards the sink. He turns on the water and motions for you to put your hand underneath it.

You turn your back to him, washing your hand under the warm water until it seems to stop bleeding heavily. You start to reach for a towel before you feel his chest against your back, his arms suddenly caging you against the counter in front of the sink.

“Why don’t you tell me what it is you want then, hm?” His breath against your ear sends a shiver down your spine. “I can smell every bit of desire between your legs.” His knee comes up between your legs, making you brace yourself on the counter at the sudden pressure he’s putting against your pussy.

“Touch me…and don’t stop.” Your body shakes in anticipation. Yoongi chuckles in your ear, his tongue finding the lobe.

“You’ll take what I give you…and you’ll be fucking grateful.” His sharp fangs nip at your ear and cause your ass to press harder into his crotch. You don’t care what he wants to give you at this point, you’re too desperate.

“Please,” you whine.

“I’m feeling benevolent this evening…you sucked my cock so well the other day that I may even let you cum.” He presses his cock against your ass before pulling away from you all together.

“Asshole.” You scowl as you turn around to face him. Yoongi merely looks amused.

“I’m still hungry, little monster. Get on the counter.” He pats the marble top with his hand while he undoes the top few buttons of his shirt with the other.

“Why?”

“Are you always going to ask so many questions or are you just going to fucking listen?” He cards a hand through his long raven colored hair and sighs, drenched in annoyance.

“Fine.” You roll your eyes, walking towards him where he stands by the kitchen island. Before you even have a chance to call him more names, he’s grabbing you by the hips and practically tossing you onto the counter. “Fuck, Yoongi, can you try not to break me?”

“Where's the fun in that?” He smirks, coming to stand between your thighs, your face just above his from this height. “I think you may even beg me for it.” His voice is low, a rumble in his chest as he watches your face.

You want to reach up and push some of the stray hairs away from his face. But that would mean you have some kind of affection towards this vampire and you can’t let that happen. It’s almost painful to keep your hands at your sides.

“Get on with it then.” Your lips just barely ghost his when you speak, yet another thing you have to keep yourself from wanting.

Too quickly, your back is suddenly pressed against the cold marble countertop when Yoongi grabs your thighs and pulls your ass to the edge. You yelp when his lips press to the inside of your thigh.

“Maybe the human men you’ve slept with like that smart mouth of yours, little monster.” He shoves your skirt up over your hips, long fingers immediately finding your slit over your panties. “But me? It makes me want to devour you.”

You moan and don’t hold back the sound, shivering when you feel his fangs pressing against your skin. He sucks a trail up your thigh, leaving small blossoms in his wake. When you feel his tongue languidly slide over the outside of your panties, you almost come undone right there.

“Please don’t tease me anymore. I’m so wet already.” He licks at you again before raising his head to look at you.

“Be a good girl and take what I give you.” His hand reaches between your thighs and, with no effort at all, rips your underwear from your body in a single motion.

You don’t have time to be snarky again before his face is buried in your pussy. Your back arches off the counter, fingers gripping at the marble to no avail.

The long muscle of his tongue swirls around your clit before expertly diving back down inside you, licking up every bit of wetness that leaks from you. The world feels as if it’s tilting on its axis, that feeling of falling clouding your mind when you start to feel the urge to cum after such a short period of time.

“You’re going to give me at least three, so stop holding back and let me have what’s mine.” The rough grumble of his voice vibrates straight to your core as the pad of his thumb strokes your clit and his tongue disappears back inside you.

“Oh fuck,” you whine, chest heaving as your first orgasm wracks through you like a hurricane on a path of destruction with no end in sight.

“Your cum tastes almost as good as your blood, little monster. Again.” His long fingers slide inside you easily as your body shakes from being over-sensitive.

“Feels so good.” Your hands take on a mind of their own and make their way into the long, messy strands of his hair, gripping at the roots and pulling him closer.

“Greedy.” Yoongi sucks harshly on your clit, letting it pop from between his lips before he soothes it with his tongue.

“Asshole,” you moan, feeling your second orgasm hurtling towards you. Yoongi laughs quietly against the inside of your thigh.

“You like the pain. Stop pretending that you don’t.” He nips at your skin with his fangs, making you flinch. “You just gushed on my tongue.”

“I can’t go again, Yoongi. I need to stop.” You can feel sweat dripping from your forehead, your skin hot to the touch.

“You can and you will.” His arms wrap tightly around your thighs and yank you back to the edge of the counter, your sweaty skin squeaking across the surface.

Your body is telling you to scream. The pleasure and the discomfort are dancing a fine line and your head is absolutely swimming. You begin to think that you may not live through this when his mouth is back on your abused pussy.

Yoongi throws your legs over his shoulders and licks deeper than he had been before, the bottom half of his face drenched in everything leaking from you through the past two orgasms.

“Bite me,” you beg. You know if he bites you that it will intensify everything you feel, but also bring the possibility that the monster consuming your pussy kills you.

Yoongi practically rips himself from you, his breathing ragged and rushed.

“Don’t ask for things that you don’t understand.” His long fingers find your swollen clit while the other hand swipes across his mouth.

“Please…please I can’t cum again without it.” Tears start to slip down your face.

“I could kill you. It would be so fucking easy.” His eyes start to turn red, the crimson bleeding into his dark irises.

“It’s worth the risk, isn’t it? Please…” You’re so desperate you have no idea what you’re saying. Yoongi scoffs.

“You really are a little monster, aren’t you?” Yoongi smiles, his fangs elongating. Your heart beats so fast, somewhat with fear but mostly with the anticipation of what you’ll feel when he bites you.

In a flash, the vampire between legs is sinking his teeth into the inside of your thigh. You gasp, all the air leaving your lungs as your eyes fly open, the light fixtures on the ceiling blurring. You grab at your breasts when a sudden flood of heat starts to spread through your entire body.

Your body jolts when Yoongi takes the first long drag of your blood into his mouth. He moans at the taste, his hands gripping your hips in a bruising hold.

Another long pull of blood floods into his mouth and you start to see stars. Yoongi moves one hand back to your pussy, his fingers gathering wetness and spreading it up to your swollen clit.

“Yoongi…” You’re so light headed you aren’t sure if you can keep your eyes open much longer. Yoongi rips his mouth from your thigh, his chest heaving, blood dripping off his chin and down his neck where it stains the white collar of his shirt.

“Good girl. You’re doing so well, baby.” He pushes you back further onto the counter before climbing onto it himself.

You can feel the warmth of your blood coating your skin on your thigh, but the only other thing you’re desperately aware of is him. Him and the way he rips your dress off your body as if it wasn’t extremely expensive and brand new.

“I’m so close.” Everything between your legs aches but your greedy body still wants more.

“I’m going to keep you, little monster. You’re mine now.” He licks the inside of your thigh, dragging his tongue through the blood. “Say it.”

“Yours,” you sigh, his fingers gathering up the blood on your skin and spreading over one of your breasts.

“I’ll make you cum now, little monster. Good girls get what they need.” His sinful mouth attaches to your breast, licking and sucking the blood.

You arch up from the counter top, pushing your breast further into his mouth and spreading your legs wider when his fingers make their way back inside you, petting your walls and stroking your g-spot until he’s making you cum again.

Your cheeks are wet from tears and your body is weak from losing blood and orgasming a ridiculous amount of times. But somehow you manage to sit up on your elbows when Yoongi slides back off of the counter, wiping his mouth and licking his fingers clean of your juices and blood.

“You’re quite divine, even if you constantly test my patience.” He puts a hand out for you to take. When you do, he helps you down from the counter. “Let’s shower.”

“You want to shower with me?” Your legs wobble as you stand and Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“I need to make sure you don’t collapse while you’re in there. Don’t overthink it.” He looks around at the floor still covered in glass and the countertop covered in your blood. “I’ll have someone clean this up while we get you cleaned up.”

“Is it a normal occurrence for the cleaning staff to casually clean up blood?” You stumble a bit when you try to take a step. Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

“So many questions.”

“You could’ve picked any human to be your fake girlfriend, I’m sure there are plenty of them that wouldn’t ask questions.” You take another wobbly step. Yoongi sighs behind you, moving too fast for your eyes as he scoops you up into his arms. Your eyes have no time to adjust before you’re in the bathroom.

“Don’t make me regret that decision, little monster,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, carefully sitting you down onto a chaise lounge chair.

“Why is this here?” you ask, hands sliding over the soft material.

“Perhaps I’ll show you some time.” He smiles wickedly, turning away from you to turn on the water inside the giant shower. Water pours down like a waterfall from the ceiling.

You take a moment to appreciate the incredible shower before your eyes find Yoongi again, his fingers still stained with your blood nimbly beginning to unbutton his shirt and revealing the smooth planes of his chest and stomach. It’s the first time you’ve really had a moment to appreciate the details of his body.

Your eyes fall on the crotch of his pants, still tented and tight.

“Do you want me to…” you motion towards his obvious hard on.

“No. Not tonight.” He holds out his hand for yours again. “Come here.” You let him wrap his fingers around yours, helping you to your feet. He makes sure that you’re steady before walking you into the shower.

Yoongi stands back, watching you walk under the steaming waterfall and removing his pants as he does. He commits the shape of your body to memory, eager to continue defiling it every chance that he gets.

You don’t hear him approach, your skin merely explodes in goosebumps when the cool skin of his hands and arms wraps around your torso from behind you. His face finds the crook of your neck, lips seeking out your throat and up to your jaw. It’s surprisingly…soft.

“Does it hurt?” he murmurs against your ear, fingers ghosting at your lower stomach. Cool lips kiss your shoulder.

“Just sore.” You turn your head and meet his eyes when he lifts his head. “I’ll be fine.”

Looking at him in that moment makes you suddenly realize that you’ve never kissed Yoongi. Maybe he wants it that way. Kissing is intimate and this is supposed to be an arrangement with no feelings involved.

He looks at you a moment longer before he clears his throat, his arms leaving your body as he kneels down in front of you.

“What are you doing?” Your eyes widen.

“Relax, little monster. I’m going to make it better. Hold onto my shoulders.” He waits until you do as he asks before he carefully lifts your legs, turning your inner thigh towards his face.

Blood still slowly seeps from the puncture wounds he left behind, bruises forming around them. Yoongi looks up to meet your eyes once more, holding them as he sticks out his tongue and presses it to your thigh, swiping up the blood before he drags it over the punctures.

Shivering at the feeling, you watch as the bite marks seal themselves closed and the bruising quickly fades from your skin. It’s as if nothing had ever happened.

“That trick must get a lot of attention at parties.” You try to laugh at your own joke, but you’re honestly so taken aback by what just happened in front of you. Yoongi smiles, a real one that you aren’t sure you’ve seen until now.

“Vampire venom has healing properties. I’m not a fan of the idea of you being uncomfortable in any way.” He presses a kiss to your thigh, then stands from the shower floor.

He helps you wash your body and hair, rubbing your scalp and shoulders until you almost fall asleep standing up.

“Come to bed.” You suddenly realize that you’re no longer in the shower, but in Yoongi’s bedroom, a fluffy black towel wrapped around your body.

“Why am I in your room?” you ask, confused.

“Because you’re sleeping in my bed. With me.” He throws back the comforter and pats the mattress. “In the bed, little monster.”

“Why am I sleeping in here? Surely you have spare rooms in this ridiculously big penthouse.” The idea of Yoongi wanting you to sleep in bed with him feels strange.

“Of course there are, but you’re staying in my room. Stop asking questions for the night, I beg you.” He rubs his temple as he walks towards his closet, reappearing a literal second later with sleep pants on. “Sleep in this if you want.” He tosses a tshirt towards you and you barely manage to catch it.

“But I don’t…” you start to protest again and Yoongi is suddenly in front of you, his hand covering your mouth.

“I want you to sleep in here. You’re mine and that’s all the explanation I’ll be giving you. No. More. Questions.” When you nod in understanding, he slowly moves his hand down and holds your jaw. “Get into bed.”

You nod again and he releases you, walking around to the other side of the bed. Yoongi settles with his back against the headboard, watching as you drop your towel and slip on the T-shirt he had given you.

“Are all vampires as possessive as you?” You glare at him playfully as you climb into the bed.

“What did I just say about questions, _____?” He throws his hands up in the air.

“Fine. Goodnight.” You dramatically grab the comforter and pull it over you, turning to face away from him. You hear him laugh quietly before the bed shifts once more and sleep grabs hold of you faster than it ever has.

Weeks go by.

The arrangement becomes easier and easier to do.

Yoongi brings you to parties and meetings and formal dances, dressing you up in the most gorgeous and expensive outfits. He gets you anything that you want and all you have to do is talk about how amazing he is to all of his human investors and guests.

He keeps you close, doesn’t let you wander too far. His cool hand is always at the small of your back.

The possessiveness is something you thought you would find annoying. He explained it’s just in a vampire's nature to be that way. But it’s easy to just let it happen when deep down, you love it.

God there really is something wrong with you.

Yoongi being possessive, however, is not the biggest problem you’ve had over the last few weeks. The problem is that he refuses to fuck you.

There’s plenty of other things to keep the edge off. Using his mouth to possess you in an entirely different way. He buries his face between your legs every chance that he gets. In his office…on top of his desk…in every dark corner he can find. You repay the favor when he lets you, letting him use your throat as his own personal fuck toy. But it isn’t enough, and he brushes you off every time you try to bring it up.

Tonight is an extremely important night. Yoongi is throwing a party to celebrate the grand opening of his newest hotel. There will be hundreds of people in attendance that need to be impressed.

“Are you almost ready?” Yoongi’s deep voice startles you as you stand in front of the vanity mirror in his bathroom.

“Just finishing up.” You pop in your second very large emerald earring before picking up the matching necklace. It’s the heaviest piece of jewelry you’ve ever felt.

“Can I help with that?” He comes to stand behind you, holding out his hand for the necklace.

“Thanks.” You carefully place it in his palm and turn back to the mirror, watching his face intently.

“You understand how important this night is, don’t you?” His breath tickles the back of your neck as he speaks. “How badly I need it to go well?”

“I know.” His eyes meet yours in the mirror as he carefully brings the chain around your throat.

“Good girl.” His lips meet your shoulder, pressing a too-soft kiss to your already heated skin.

“You’re going to have to talk eventually.” Your eyes fall shut when his hands come around and cup your breasts from behind.

“I find it amusing that you think I owe you any kind of explanation for what I do or don’t do to you, little monster.” He pinches your nipples through the thin material of your dress, making you hiss through your teeth and lean further into him.

“Just tell me why you won’t fuck me, Yoongi. It’s been weeks.” You grind your ass against his growing erection.

“We’ll discuss this later. The car is waiting downstairs.” A scrape of his fangs across your shoulder before the feeling of his body against your back is gone.

“Asshole,” you grumble, straightening your dress and smoothing any hair that may have moved out of place.

He waits for you at the top of the stairs, offering his hand to help you walk down them in your heels. You brush past him, taking on the challenge unassisted and making Yoongi scoff.

The universe has other plans for you though, not allowing you even a single moment of holding your head up high before you trip on the edge of one of the stairs. It happens so quickly that you don’t even have time to make a sound.

There are arms abruptly wrapped around you, too quick for your human eyes to make sense of. The next thing you know, your back is being shoved against the railing, bent, with a vampire looming over you, his nose pressing to yours while his lips ghost just above you.

“Do you have a death wish, little monster?” Yoongi whispers, his hold on you tightening.

“I’m sorry…that was so…” You can’t think straight, let alone comprehend what just happened.

“Stupid? Yes, so very stupid.” One of his hands leaves your back and makes its way into your hair, pulling the strands to make you look up at him. “Do not ever endanger yourself that way again. I can’t be around all the time to keep you alive.”

“Okay.” You nod, lips brushing his in the motion. You shudder at their cool sensation. But when you move to try and kiss him, he immediately pulls back.

“Come on. We’re late.” When he offers his hand this time, you take it, letting him usher you into the penthouse elevator and down to the lobby. His bodyguards get the two of you into the car in a blur.

Yoongi doesn’t say a word in the car. He doesn’t even look at you the entire way to the new hotel. It’s fucking infuriating.

Once inside the hotel, you immediately grab a glass of champagne off of a passing tray, downing it quickly before you feel the familiar pressure of Yoongi’s hand on your lower back.

“Easy, little monster,” he says lowly. You roll your eyes, plastering on a fake smile and joining him to talk to some very rich humans.

“I don’t think we’ve met.” A tall man in a pristine suit and glasses says when you join them. He is incredibly handsome.

“Taehyung, this is my girlfriend, Y\N. Y/N, Kim Taehyung. He’s giving me a hard time about investing in my hotels.” Yoongi’s fingers gently stroke your bare back exposed from your dress.

“Girlfriend? A human?” Taehyung asks curiously.

“100% human,” you laugh, nervously gesturing towards yourself.

“Wouldn’t have imagined such a pairing. Especially for you, Yoongi.” Taehyung sips his whiskey, his eyes staying on you even as he speaks to Yoongi. You’re too busy trying to laugh at everything he says to notice the way Yoongi’s jaw tightens.

“Yes, well, sometimes humans can be rather surprising. Tolerable even.” Yoongi looks at Taehyung like he wants to drain him, while everyone else standing there laughs at what Yoongi has said.

“Indeed.” Taehyung sips his whiskey again.

“We should make our rounds, baby.” Yoongi runs his finger under your chin, bringing your eyes up to his. “Come,” he whispers, only loud enough for you to hear. You bite your bottom lip, nodding as you thread your fingers through his.

“I hope to see you again soon, _____,” Taehyung calls from behind the two of you. Yoongi starts to turn around but you pull him back.

“Don’t. He’s trying to get under your skin.”

“I could snap his neck…sever his throat…” Yoongi loosens his tie a little, pulling your hand to continue walking towards the outdoor balcony.

“You need him, don’t you? Just think about that.”

“He makes the best gambling games in the damn country, of course I need him.” He runs a hand through his long hair, the strands of it even longer now than they were when you had first met him all those weeks ago.

“So let it go,” you sigh, releasing his hand when the two of you are alone outside. “I don’t know why you care anyways.”

“I didn’t say I cared.”

“You were acting like a jealous prick back there. Seems like you might care a little.” You fold your arms over your chest, cool night air chilling your skin.

“I don’t, you ridiculously infuriating woman,” he half-laughs, pressing his palms to the stone wall that overlooks the hotel courtyard.

“Yeah, well, I don’t care about you either.” You’re practically pouting but you don’t care.

He groans, his fingers cracking the stone beneath them. You want to close the distance between the two of you, touch his chin and make him look at you.

“Why is it so hard for you to say?” you ask quietly.

“We’re talking about feelings here, little monster. I don’t do feelings,” he lies. You roll your eyes.

“Fine. I’ll go see if Taehyung wants to spin me around the dance floor a few…” you start to say, heading towards the door. You’re cut off by Yoongi grabbing the back of your neck and spinning you back around to face him. Your body presses to his, molding to the shape.

“You. Are. Mine,” he practically growls, a deep snarl on his face as he tries to keep the monster at bay.

But you aren’t afraid.

“Then act like it. Show me that you want me or let me walk away.” Your breaths come out rushed and uneven as the two of you stand there, nose to nose.

He thinks for a moment. Almost too long. But then he smirks, his grip on the back of your neck softening slightly.

“You’re not getting away that easily, little monster.” And then his mouth is crashing against yours, consuming, devouring.

You’ve thought about what it would be like to kiss Yoongi for weeks. You knew that you shouldn’t, but that didn’t stop you from imagining what he tasted like or how his lips felt.

The way he kisses you now is so incredibly unexpected, you have to remind yourself what planet you’re on.

It only takes a moment for you to respond, pulling him closer and molding your mouth to his, filling in the spaces with your tongues. It’s when your fingers find their way into his hair that you really begin to grasp that there’s no coming back from this. There’s no more pretending.

Your thoughts are shaken when his hands travel to the backs of your thighs, lifting you onto the stone wall of the balcony. You grip him tighter, afraid to look behind you and see the ground looming below.

“What’s wrong? You aren’t afraid of heights are you, little monster?” he teases, shoving himself between your legs and scooting you even closer to the edge of the wall.

“Anyone would be afraid of a two story drop.” You try to capture his lips again, anything to stop thinking about the possibility of falling, but he pulls back just enough to keep you wanting.

“As if I’d let you fall.” Yoongi whispers the words so quietly you barely hear them, his eyes staying on your lips.

“Maybe I already am.” You feel him stiffen, his body going rigid at your words.

“Don’t say things like that.”

“Why?”

“Stupid, stupid girl,” he sighs. “There’s too much good in you…too much humanity for you to be talking that way.”

“You don’t get to decide that.”

He stares at you for what seems like hours, gauging what could really be going through that head of yours. Then he gently kisses you again, melting away any facade either of you were trying to keep playing.

“We’re leaving,” he says after a moment of soft kisses.

“But we just got here. What about all the schmoozing we need to be doing?”

“Screw the schmoozing. I want to fuck you.” He takes one of your hands and brings it between your bodies, helping you to cup his hardening dick through his pants. “This is what you want, isn’t it, little monster? So desperate to be filled with cock.”

You whimper, licking the seam of his lips with your tongue as you palm his cock, thoughts of literally anyone who looks out the window seeing the two of you out here turning you on even more.

“Take me home, please.” You’re no longer above begging.

“I’m going to leave you in ruins.” Yoongi means for it to be a threat, something to deter you from wanting this, but it only makes you wetter. The thrill and the danger and the possibility of devastation that making this choice could cause only make you want it more.

Yoongi grabs your wrist, walking with determination until you’re back inside the party where Namjoon immediately sees the two of you making your way through the crowd.

“Yoongi, what the fuck? There’s people looking for you.” Namjoon steps in front of Yoongi but it doesn’t stop him from his mission to get to the front door.

“Tell them I’m sick.” Yoongi opens the door, presses a kiss to the top of your hand and guides you outside. You can’t help the ridiculous smile that finds its way onto your face.

“Vampires don’t get sick.” Namjoon pinches the bridge of his nose. “Are you really going to do this to me?”

“I’ll make it up to you.” Yoongi guides you down the front steps of the hotel, your eyes landing on Jungkook at the bottom, leaning against the car and playing a game on his phone.

“What’s going on?” Jungkook asks, panic crossing his usually soft features.

“It’s okay, Jungkook. We just need the car.” You pat his shoulder reassuringly while Yoongi opens the door for you to settle into the passenger seat. You’re about to grab your seatbelt when he leans down into the car and kisses you. “What was that for?”

“It may be the last bit of sweetness you get from me tonight. Enjoy it while you can.” His teeth nip at your bottom lip.

“Who said I enjoy sweetness?” You make sure he sees the way you make your dress ride up your thighs. Yoongi groans.

“Perfect little monster,” he coos, taking one last look at your exposed thighs before he shuts the car door. You watch as Yoongi brushes off Jungkook and Namjoon’s protests of him leaving this important party and gets into the driver's seat.

His long fingers grip the steering wheel tightly as he immediately punches the gas. And while you’re not afraid of the vampire sitting next to you, his driving is an entirely different story.

Luckily the drive back to the main hotel is short and you find yourself pressed to the wall of the elevator before you can even think of scolding Yoongi for his driving.

“I’ve pictured thousands of ways I’ve wanted to fuck you.” He hikes your leg over his hip. “But this is going to be quick.”

The elevator dings for the penthouse floor and with his inhuman speed, Yoongi moves you into the entry way and through the apartment, his mouth devouring yours as he deposits you onto his bed.

“No foreplay. Please just fuck me.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he licks down the column of your throat.

“Are you ready for me already?” His breath tickles your skin.

“Yes.” You take his hand and move it between your legs, your dress bunching around your hips as you push it out of the way.

Yoongi takes your hint, his fingers delving into your underwear to find your soaking pussy. He groans, pushing his fingers inside to pet your walls.

“So you are.” He sits up on his knees between your legs, throwing his suit jacket off of his shoulders and tossing it across the room.

You sit up on your elbows, watching intently as he undoes the buttons of shirt and reveals the beautiful skin of his chest and stomach. The muscles are there, but he’s also unexpectedly soft as your fingers explore the planes.

You help him the rest of the way out of his shirt, leaning up further to kiss his chest. His hands grip your hair but he doesn’t move you away, letting you traverse his skin with your lips and tongue for a moment.

“Get this off of me.” You start to reach behind you for the zipper of the dress but Yoongi has other ideas.

He reaches down and grabs your hips, flipping your body over so that you’re on your stomach and face down on the bed.

“Allow me.” His mouth is on the exposed skin of your back, kissing a wet path down your spine as he unzips the dress. You can’t help the moan that escapes you, or the way your hips push back to try and find friction. “Greedy,” he mumbles against the small of your back.

“Please, Yoongi. Just hurry up.” You slide the sleeves off of your arms so that Yoongi can pull the dress the rest of the way off. It must’ve been expensive, but he still tosses it to the floor.

When you try to roll back over onto your back, he grabs your hips and holds you in place.

“No, I think I’ll have you just like this.” You hear him take off his belt and the mattress move slightly when he removes his pants. “Hold onto something, little monster.”

There’s no time to protest; you barely have time to grab the comforter before he’s sheathing his cock inside you in one fluid motion. You fall forward on your elbows, your face meeting the bed as you cry out from the intrusion.

“Fuck…” you whine, tightening your hold on the comforter as he starts to rock his hips, burying himself to hilt each time he pumps back into you.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? So desperate for cock that you’d let a vampire defile you.” His hands hold so tightly to your hips that you know there will be bruises immediately.

“Yes, I wanted it so bad.” You can feel drool begin to form at the corner of your mouth as he fucks you harder.

“Just remember, little monster, out there you’re the perfect princess for the public to see. But in here, in my bed, you’re my good little whore.” He thrusts particularly hard on the last word, shoving your top half flat against the bed when your arms give out.

“Yoongi…” It barely comes out a whisper, but you know he hears you.

“Come here,” he grunts, leaning over your body and wrapping his arms around your torso, pulling you up to press your back to his chest, his cock staying nestled inside you as he adjusts you the way he wants.

His thrusts stay deep, but slow down slightly. One hand grips your breast while the other spreads your legs wider over his lap.

“I’m going to cum…fuck I’m so close.” Your head flops back and rests on his shoulder, sweat coating your skin.

“You’re lucky that I want to feel this pretty pussy squeeze my cock, little monster. I’m going to let you cum.” Rough fingers find your clit, sloppy circles sending you into a frenzy as you chase your orgasm.

“Right there, yes yes, right there.” Your thighs start to shake as Yoongi pulls you down further on his cock, holding you there as you come apart, squeezing his cock just like he wanted.

“Good girl. Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” He swipes your hair away from your shoulder and suddenly sinks his fangs into your throat.

His bite only elongates your orgasm…it could have been two, maybe even three orgasms all chained together. Your sight blurs at the sheer force of the climax that rolls through you.

You’re barely coherent when you feel Yoongi release inside you, hot spurts filling you up and leaking down your thighs. He moans against your neck, taking two more long pulls of blood before he pulls off, hungrily licking at the trails of blood that trickle down your throat.

Your body is completely spent as Yoongi gently lowers you onto the bed, covering you with the comforter before he gets up off the bed.

You watch with hooded eyes as he goes into his bathroom and comes back with a cloth to clean you up.

“Let me see the mess you made, baby.” He moves the covers off of your legs and cleans you up, making you whine at the contact of anything touching you there so soon. “Go to sleep.”

“I’m fine, I promise.” You snuggle deeper into the covers.

“We have a lot to talk about tomorrow.” You feel him join you in the bed.

“Talk about what?” Your eyes are too heavy to stay open.

“The contract.” His cool body presses against your back and his arm falls over your waist.

“What about it?” you mumble.

“The next phase of it, of course.” You feel his finger swipe at the blood still on your neck, popping it into his mouth.

“Phase?”

“Engagement.”

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Shooting His Shot Part 2

Here is the conclusion of Shooting His Shot, and I really hope you enjoy this little AU as much as I had in writing it.

Please let me know what you think and if you might want to see more of this universe with the other characters featured here. Seriously, it wouldn't take much to convince to create more. Also, would love some suggestions on a good name for this AU if you've got any.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Other notable characters: Bucky Barnes, Jake Jensen, Sam Wilson, Ari Levinson, Natasha Romanoff, Peter Parker, and honorably mentioned Curtis Everett

Word Count: 3880

Summary: Steve owns a steakhouse that you used to frequent before your ex came into the picture. Now, your ex is gone, and you're ready to head back to the one place you've always felt welcome and wanted. What neither you nor Steve count on is his staff, led by Bucky, launching a full-one assault effort to get you two together. It's time the two of you realize your feelings for one another.

Warnings: abusive ex (Reader's), pining, so much pining, fluff, two ridiculous idiots in love, a whole bunch of matchmakers

A/N: This is a completely self-indulgent story made like one of those cheesy rom-com which is my bread and butter at this point. It's proofread, but any mistakes are my own.

I also do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other sites or fed into an AI machine.

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Coming into the room, Steve can’t help taking in the changes himself.

How they managed to clear out the old office and transform it into a decent private dining area is amazing. The amount of time should’ve been far greater than the natural lull between lunch and dinner service. Yet, his staff somehow pulled it off.

“Nick work,” he murmurs as he passes Jake and Peter on his way to the small table.

His words are enough to puff up both their chests and bring pleased grins.

They barely wait long enough for you and him to sit before they approach the table once more. In seconds, they have his and your drink orders before hurrying off.

“I hope they aren’t neglecting their other tables,” he can’t help mumbling though he knows them well enough.

Peter’s been so grateful for the promotion and has been working hard to prove himself. As much as Steve and Sam have continued to praise Peter and his skills, it doesn’t seem to have sunk in yet with the younger man. They’re not giving up as they’re sure he’ll eventually get there and realize they aren’t messing with him.

As for Jake, Steve’s never really had reason for concern. Jake can be a bit awkward, especially around the prettier clientele, but he’s always maintained his professionalism. That awkwardness has even worked in Jake’s favor a time or two from what Steve can tell. He’s certainly drawn in a few of their regulars between his professionalism and his natural ability to put others at ease.

Without Jake, Steve’s not so sure he would’ve met you or had you coming back.

Little does he know that it’s his kindness and his own awkward shyness that made you a regular.

“I have no doubt they’re handling them just fine. Sam and Nat would never let them live it down if they weren’t. You have a good team here.”

Hearing your praise, Steve can’t help but exhale a little. While he knows how good his team is, it’s nice to hear you defend them. Your opinion matters. Maybe more than it should, but then, you matter to him. Since that first day you walked in, you’ve mattered.

Not that he’s ever let himself show you for fear you might not be interested.

It’s why he’s let so many years of silence sit between you when he might’ve taken a chance. Sure, he can blame it on his honor of not hitting on customers. Then again, you haven’t really been considered a customer by him or his staff for the longest time now.

When you brought Brock into the steakhouse almost a year ago, Steve believed he lost his chance. The way you looked at Brock was the same look of love and adoration Steve wanted for himself. He couldn’t help disliking the guy though he’d done his best to remain professional while you and Brock dined.

You only came a few more weeks after that first dinner with Brock before you stopped.

At each of those meals, Steve couldn’t help noting how you said less and less. Your bright friendliness and warmth dimmed more and more though you never stopped being nice to the staff. It didn’t take a genius to see the cause of those changes within you.

Brock.

He’d grown more brash and rude after that first meal. No matter how much you tried to intervene and beg him to stop, Brock not only didn’t listen, but he tried to verbally annihilate you.

It was during that last meal that Steve had had enough. Not only had it been clear that Brock had taken away your confidence and your happiness, but he’d also taken away your ability to fight for yourself.

When you’d gone to the bathroom, Steve had stepped up to the table and asked Brock never to return to his steakhouse. He also made it known that such behavior towards his staff and towards you were not only unwanted but punishable.

As much as Steve wanted to deck Brock, it was one of the only times he’d kept calm. Because of you, he didn’t do what he’d done in the past. Brock got to walk away with his nose intact and his skin unblemished. There was a promise that if Brock ever returned, consequences would follow.

What Steve hadn’t counted on was not seeing you again until all these months later.

Glancing at you across the table, he can see your quiet confidence and bubbliness has come back. The dark cloud looming over you is nowhere to be found. It makes him happy to see you hadn’t let Brock keep you down. That would be the real shame.

“Do I have something on my face or something?” you ask, breaking the brief silence.

Steve shakes himself before shaking his head. “No, you’re perfect, bijou.”

Butterflies erupt when you beam at him.

*****

Jake and Peter return with your drinks and a sampler platter that you didn’t order.

“Ari made you a fresh mocktail since Sam swept you away before you could finish the other one,” Jake says with a small wink, setting your drink in front of you. At least some of your training on flirting hasn’t left him since your absence. “Said not to worry about it, either. It’s on Sam.”

“Bucky also sent us out with this platter. Said he wanted your thoughts on a few new items he’s been considering for the menu.” This came from Peter who set the platter carefully next to the tiny vase of flowers. The platter contains several different foods from cheese sticks and poppers to some tiny ribs and wings.

You’re quite impressed by it all, yet you can’t help saying, “This all looks so wonderful, but I really hope you’re not going through a lot of trouble just for me.”

“No trouble, future Boss Lady.”

You hear Steve choke on the drink Jake just gave him though he recovers quickly enough.

“We’ll be back soon with your order,” Peter says, giving Jake an exasperated look. He shoves Jake from the room, muttering words too low for you to make out.

Neither notice when you call after them, “But we haven’t ordered yet.”

When they don’t come back, you turn to Steve with what has to be a comical expression as you ask, “Future Boss Lady? The free drink, the hugs, and everything I’ve gotten since I walked in. Are they…”

You pause in the hopes of Steve finishing the thought for you.

He sets his hand on the table, palm up and open in invitation.

There is no hesitation when you place your hand in his, relishing the warmth and the soft callouses that line his fingertips. Working man’s hands as your father used to call them. You have never appreciated the feel of another’s hand until that moment.

The soft smile you’ve grown to love over all the years you’ve known him peeks out as he finishes your question, “Trying to woo you for me? Yeah, I think they are. Well, that and they have genuinely missed you these last six months.”

That has your attention.

The answer isn’t something you expect because you’re still so sure that Steve isn’t interested in you. As if to prove your previous belief correct, you ask, “What about you? Did you miss me?”

A part of you wonders if he’ll even answer the question. You’ve never really been so straightforward with him before. This changes the little dance you two have done since that first meeting a few years back. You’re not even sure you’re ready to hear his answer.

Not that you’ve given yourself a choice.

He doesn’t keep you waiting long. His thumb runs over yours while his gaze meets yours. His voice is low, conspiratorial as he admits, “Mon bijou, the last 187 days have been the longest of my life.”

You suck in a breath as his words wash over you. It’s the first time he’s ever added ‘my’ to his nickname for you. Before, you were always ‘jewel’ and you liked it, but this is something else. It gives you the courage to press for more.

“You’ve counted the days since my last time here?”

Pink tinges his cheeks while his other hand comes up to rub at his neck. Despite the embarrassment of his confession, he doesn’t seem all that upset about having admitted it. In fact, he nods.

An almost hysterical type of giggle escapes as you admit, “I counted them, too.”

New tears, happy ones, burn at your lash line and threaten to spill over.

His hand tightens on yours. “Please, don’t cry.”

“I’m not,” you say though your conviction is shaky to say the least. “So, if I were to ask you to join me for an art show next week, you would…”

“Love to go,” he finishes without hesitation.

“Ugh, Mr. Rogers, you’re supposed to ask her out, not the other way around,” Peter grouses from the doorway before Jake can cover his mouth.

The two grapple for a few seconds, earning them a raised brow from both you and Steve.

“Apologies, Boss Man,” Jake finally manages when he’s got Peter in a loose chokehold, his hand firmly over Peter’s mouth, “but he’s not necessarily wrong. Smooth finish though. Mentally noting that with all the training future Boss Lady’s given me.”

You turn your face away before your laughter escapes you. To help, you even cover your mouth to keep the giggles in. It’s taking all your ability to keep yourself from just losing it in the moment. Your love for this group of people is overflowing with how much they aren’t subtly trying to help you and Steve out.

When you finally regain your composure, you meet Steve’s equally amused expression as he asks, “Did you two need something? Forget something perhaps? What about your other tables?”

“Checked them. All good, Mr. Rogers. We did forget to take your orders earlier, but Mr. Barnes says he’s got it handled.”

“Of course, he does. Thank you, Peter. Why don’t you and Jake head back to your stations?” His gaze softens the longer he looks at you. “I think we’ll be okay here for a bit.”

Heat suffuses your cheeks, but you nod, happy to have more time with Steve alone.

Peter and Jake hasten back to their stations, content they’ve done their parts for the moment. You can see their happiness in the way they smile at you before disappearing down the hall. Jake even sends you a pair of thumbs up and a wink.

“I apologize for them.”

You shake your head. “Oh, please, don’t. It’s nice they care so much about you. You’re a good boss. Maybe even the best out there from what I’ve learned over the years.”

“What have you learned?” He arches a brow as he leans forward. His hand still holds yours on the table; his thumb has taken to rubbing a steady path across yours.

With a sip of your new favorite mocktail, you offer him a smile before diving in. “Well, I know that you and Bucky have made it so everyone starts at a living wage. From your dishwashers to your managers and even yourselves, you pay each and every employee enough to live without having to necessarily fear paying their bills each month. I also know that you and Bucky aren’t greedy with your earnings, either. You two are never making more than five times what your lowest earners make. You’ve even lived on zero salaries during some of the leaner years, so you could keep all your employees.”

Rather than the challenge he’d given you earlier with one raised brow, both are now touching his hairline as you reveal all you know.

But you’re not done yet.

“You’re also generous with paid time off and sick days compared to almost any employer out there. While you do occasionally ask your employees to help cover each other, you don’t guilt them or make them feel bad if they can’t cover. You’re not above rolling up your sleeves and stepping in when necessary. Hard work doesn’t scare you from bussing tables to managing customer complaints. I don’t think anyone out there has a negative thing to say about you or Bucky. You have their respect and their devotion. It’s why your restaurant has the lowest turnover rate in the city.”

You take another sip of your mocktail, needing a moment to catch your breath.

“So many companies tout the whole idea of their employees being family to them, but they’re empty words. Used as a manipulation technique. That’s not the case here. You and Bucky really have created a family here. You celebrate your employees’ victories and help them through tough times. You care about them and their lives outside the restaurant. It’s not because you want to pull more work out of them, but because you actually care about their well-being. Do you know how rare and precious that is? Is it really any wonder that I have had the biggest crush on you since forever?”

It takes less than a second for you to realize what you’ve admitted.

Now, you just need the floor to open and swallow you whole.

*****

Steve’s heart leaps at your last few words.

You have a crush on him.

That’s something he thought not possible despite his ever-deepening feelings for you over the years.

Yet, that’s nothing compared to how much you’ve learned about him and the steakhouse. He’s not sure how you came by all this information, but he’s certain he doesn’t care. The fact that it’s enough to impress you with all he’s firmly believed in doing for his staff makes it that much easier to fall for you even harder.

“You really noticed all that?”

You nod, your gaze lowering to where he’s still holding your hand. “Yeah, mostly from Jake and Nat, but also reading what are supposed to be puff pieces about the place. I think I might be a little invested in the success of this place.”

He tightens his hold on your hand, needing to know you aren’t some figment of his imagination. No other woman he’s ever met or been interested in has ever been so deeply sincere as you’re being with him now. They certainly hadn’t cared about the vision he and Bucky had for their restaurant so much as what they could get out of it for themselves. You care about his staff almost as much as he and Bucky do, and he can’t help loving you even more for it.

“I know I should’ve done this ages ago,” he swallows, then pushes on, “but do you think you might have dinner with me?”

Your gaze bounces to his before you motion toward the table and the appetizer that’s still sitting between you.

He chuckles. “Not this dinner. I mean a real one. I pick you up, hold the door open for you, and woo you properly. No assistance or machinations from others. Say, Monday night?”

“If I say yes, does that mean this one has to end? I’ve really, really been looking forward to one of Bucky’s creations and seeing everyone here, especially you.”

“Nah, I don’t want this one to end, either. Besides, it looks like the others have gone to a lot of trouble to make this happen. Don’t want to let their hard work go to waste.”

That earns him a beaming smile, and he’s more than ready to make it happen as often as he can.

“We should probably eat this before it gets cold.”

Nodding, you pick up one of the cheese sticks and take a bite while he chooses one of the poppers.

Both of you have to bite back moans, but the food is worth every bit of praise that’s sure to pass through both your lips before the night is over.

Talk soon turns towards the food and how good it is. You even offer Steve a sip of Ari’s latest concoction since he hasn’t been allowed to try it until your return. He finds it delicious though maybe not as much as you do. Every sip you take, he notes the little happy wiggle you do. It’s another thing he’s missed seeing these last six months.

Your enjoyment of the food and drinks the steakhouse offers is nothing short of wondrous to watch. None of it is faked to spare hurt feelings. The rare occasions you don’t like something, you share your thoughts with great care, couching your criticisms with plenty of positive feedback and constructive notes.

When the food is gone, Steve glances to find you biting your lip before you seem to come to a decision. Your gaze meets his as you say, “I, uh, I know this is one of your usual nights off. As are Mondays. Can I ask why you’re here really? Is it really to catch up on paperwork and handle payroll? Seems like those would be handled as necessary during the few hours between lunch and dinner.”

Steve blows out a breath.

He wonders how long you’ve been holding onto that information and which of his staff might’ve revealed this little tidbit to you.

Knowing you’ve revealed something deeply held, it’s only fair he does the same. If he wants to prove he’s all in, then he needs to step up and do it.

Another breath, he admits softly, “This is the day you usually make a reservation. Your early victory for surviving another week. Has been since the day you graduated with honors from university. So, it’s become a tradition for you to come each week. Your chance to spoil yourself. Since meeting you, mon bijou, I’ve found myself not wanting to miss an opportunity to see you again. Even if it’s in snatches on Thursdays, I’ll take it. You’re the greatest highlight of my week.”

Your eyes widen at his confession, but then, he’s certain he did the same with yours.

Though, you seem to recover quick enough as you ask, “Does this mean we’ve been pining for each other this entire time? Are we really those idiots in love you see in those Hallmark movies?”

Steve chuckles and nods. “I think we might be.”

“Oh, you most definitely are, but we love you both anyway,” Nat says from the doorway, her signature smirk in place. “Dinner will be out shortly.”

She takes off then.

When his gaze meets yours, you both burst out laughing.

“Well, my fellow idiot, I have one more question before I finally answer yours.”

Steve grins. “Lay it on me.”

“Why do you call me ‘bijou’? I know it’s French, and it means jewel. I’m just not clear on the why.” You prop your chin on your free hand and lean across the table towards him.

The desire to lean in, to close the distance between you, is overwhelming. He longs to learn how soft your lips are against his, but he swallows the desire. Maybe one day real soon, he’ll have earned the privilege. All bets will be off then because he has no doubts that he’ll never want to stop kissing you.

“I took French in high school. Second language requirement. I ended up really liking it. Still pretty decent at it though I don’t practice half as much as I should. Back then, I really wanted to see Paris and be in the City of Love, you know? I got that chance with the army. Spent about a week between tours there and got to see some of the sights, but I’ve always wanted to go back. To really see all the sights. Share it with someone I really care about.”

He stops then, needing the moment to gather himself. For what, he can’t really say. It’s not lost on him that his next words have the power to either woo you or send you running in the opposite direction. All he wants is to keep you as close as you’ll allow for as long as he can.

“When I first saw you, I thought you were an angel. You certainly looked like one that night, but you were also so precious, rare. You took your time that evening learning about Jake. The tip you left was more than generous, even by normal tipping standards. Not once did you ever make someone feel inferior to you. I saw the way you stood up for Peter when that customer tripped him. I’ve never been more impressed with someone who wanted to do what’s right and not for what they might get in return.”

Your hand tightens around his, temporarily stopping him. He sees you blink rapidly. Your attempts to stop the tears are unsuccessful.

Reaching across the table, he gently swipes at the corners of your eyes and offers a smile.

“I don’t think you know how much of an impression you made on all of us that night. You were the most precious jewel I’d ever seen, and I’ve seen the English Queen’s jewels on a brief layover in London once. You don’t know how much I fell for you that night and having been falling ever since.”

His fingers continue to try and stem the flow of your tears leaking freely down your cheeks at his confession. The sweet smile on your face is almost as wondrous as you nuzzling your cheek against his hand, seeking his touch.

With a sniffle, you ask, “Do we really have to wait until Monday for that date?”

“It’s my next day off,” he says with a soft laugh, happy you’re agreeing to go out with him, “but I promise to make it worth the wait.”

A loud round of applause and several whoops echoed through the room.

Steve’s head shot towards the doorway where his entire staff are watching. Bucky stands at the head of the group, two plates in his hands and a wide grin on his face.

“Bout time you finally shoot your shot, punk. Doll here is a real saint for waiting on you so long.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t refute Bucky’s assertion.

“Kiss her already, man,” Sam hollered from behind Nat and Jake.

Before they can start chanting because they would, Steve leans in close to you, whispering, “Is it alright if I kiss you? Not because of these fools, but because I want to.”

Your smile contains a hint of mischief even as you nod.

When he’s within a breath of your lips, you let him know exactly what’s on your mind, whispering, “You know I’m an interior decorator, who’s just gotten a promotion. I could do wonders with this room of yours. Maybe make it a place to turn the tables on these matchmakers you seem to have.”

“Mon bijou, you can do anything you want as long as I can call you mine.”

His lips touch yours, and you both forget about everything but each other.

Well, at least until Bucky sets your plates down on the table and sends everyone back to work. He’s the first to congratulate you both with hugs and well wishes for your long and happy future together.

*****

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highonmarvel · 1 year ago

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Helloooo! Can i please request an au where the reader has had a few toxic relationships and she’s trying to distract herself by those by starting her own business, turns out bucky or steve are an interested investor but they never really wanted her business and just her and somehow trap her into an arrangement…Sorry if it’s too specific! 💖💕💞💗⭐️

oh, this is such a good idea, i hope i did it justice!

Bucky Barnes: Your ex has made sure you’ll never get a job in NYC again, but you’re determined to keep your head above water. Just as things are getting too bleak to bare, you meet James Barnes. 18+!

Dub/Non Con Warning!

additional content warnings here!

You yawn as you close your laptop, finally done with payroll for a small nursery school a few neighbourhoods over. Who knew Grade R teachers could have such horrible internal affairs?

You heart skips a beat as the lights flicker momentarily, and you worry your electricity will be cut off, but they stabilise, and you sigh in a relief, hand over your heart.

When you left Tony, he made sure you lost your friends, and your job, and your income has been less than minimum wage, you’re barely even scrapping by. You had been through this before, boyfriends trying to ruin your life—Thor, most notably—but you had to give Tony credit for really crippling you this time.

You weren’t able to get any office jobs again, having to settle on working for a sweet old woman in a small flower shop, which was kind, but it didn’t come close to paying your bills. Still, you refused to let Tony win; you had good qualifications; you had a bachelor in HR and nearly a decade of experience, and that no one would hire you didn’t stop you.

You started your own HR consultancy, an idea you to had spoken about to a friend a few times, but you were sure Tony had took care she never even looked at you again, so you did it alone, which would be way too much for a single person, except business was slow; but, make no mistake, you worked your ass off.

The nice thing about the flower shop is the sweet old lady allows you to hand out your business card to the few customers that come in. Only four or five people had actually taken it in the time you’d been working there, and reluctantly, at that.

You drag yourself to bed and crash pretty much immediately.

As usual, the morning is pretty much empty—one woman comes in but buys nothing and another stares through the window for 10 minutes—until around midday, when the air shifts.

The bell at the top of the door pulling your attention from your daydream and to a familiar-looking, tall, broad-shouldered man wearing a nice suit, which he adjusts the cuff of as he scans the room. His eyes meet yours and he smiles. You return the smile with a, “Welcome to Miss Roe’s Flower Shop. Is there anything I can do for you?”

Though his mouth doesn’t twist, his eyes glint with something odd, making his initially warm smile seem more sinister.

“Anything I can help you find in the store?” you feel the need to clarify.

He only asks you for the red roses, which you point to and he returns to the counter with a bunch.

“Romantic,” you mutter as you ring him up, and he chuckles, softly and, seemingly, sweetly.

You hand the bouquet back to him, and he plucks a rose from it and hands it to you, “A beautiful lady like yourself deserves one,” he winks, and you blush, stuttering out a thanks as you take it.

Just as he takes a step back, you yell out, “Wait!” louder than you intended, and slightly startling him, “Sorry,” you apologise, as you slide one of your business cards off the top of the stack and hand it to him, slightly nervous for some reason. He takes it curiously and scans over it.

“HR?” he asks, “Wouldn’t have thought it.”

You don’t really have to time to process that comment, let alone come up with a response before he continues, “Perfect timing, actually, I’ve been needing help in that area. I’ll give you a call, he smiles as he pockets the card, “Oh, and,” he reaches out a hand, “I’m James Barnes.”

That’s where you know him from! Barnes Industries, one of the most advanced tech companies in North America, and the CEO is interested in having you on his team.

You give him your name as you shake his hand.

“It was nice meeting you,” he says with a determined smile before slipping out the door.

Back home, in the kitchen, you’re not sure if he’s actually is going to call, especially when it’s approaching 19h00, maybe he was just being nice. He did seem a bit flirty… but maybe you imagined it, why would he want anything to do with you? And if he were being flirty, he surely wouldn’t then hire you.

You jump as your phone rings, nearly spilling boiling water all over yourself. You set down the pot and rush to the living room where your phone is singing and vibrating on the couch.

“Hello?” you answer, slightly breathless as you rest the device on your ear.

A female voice asks if this is the number for your HR Consultancy, to which you affirm.

“Please hold.”

You press your phone against you harder, heart beating a little faster as you bounce on your toes, waiting on hold with some generic elevator music doing nothing to soothe your nerves. After nearly five minutes, you’re ready to hang up when a voice answers.

“Good evening, I’m sorry for the late hour.”

“Mr Barnes!” you exclaim, before clearing your throat and sitting down, speaking in a lower, more professional voice, “It’s no issue at all, sir. Can I help you?”

“Would you mind coming in for a meeting? 8AM sharp tomorrow. I understand if you’re working—”

“I’ll be there,” you reply a little too enthusiastically, walking over to your desk to pick up a pen and pull out your notepad, “8AM, I’m assuming at Barnes Industries?” You take down the address he gives you even though the huge, skyscraper-tall building with a giant B and a rocket logo is pretty hard to miss.

When you hang up, you can’t help but jump up and down excitedly like a schoolgirl. Finally, your luck is turning around.

You straighten your skirt as you step into the building, grateful the sweet old lady had not only given you the day off, but been super supportive, convincing you would you get the job, and that settled your nerves slightly. Only slightly, though, as you walk up to the desk where a red-haired woman sits, looking alert, but a little bored.

“How may I help you?” she asks.

“Good morning, I’m here to see Mr Barnes,” you say, and then give her your name.

At the mention of your name, her eyes widen and she quickly stands, “Of course!” she says, “Right this way.”

Her heels click on the pristine white floors as she leads you to a fancy elevator and presses the button for the top floor.

“Should I be nervous?” you ask, trying to make conversation as each floor ticks by too slowly for your liking to get to the 60th.

She laughs politely and shakes her head, leaning in and speaking lower (despite only the two of you being in an-already small space), “For anyone else, I’d say yes, but Mr Barnes has been looking forward to your meeting; I think you’ve got a real shot. In fact, I think he’d pay anything you ask.”

She pulls away and raises her eyebrows at you.

Your mouth falls slightly open but you quickly close it and gulp lightly, tearing your gaze away from her to focus on a spot on the floor just in front of the doors. You don’t know if she’s exaggerating, you assume she has to be, because how could Mr Barnes even know if you were good at your job? For all he knows, you work in a flower shop and hand out cards for subpar services. Somehow, her words make you more anxious than they are comforting.

The doors finally open and she points you to the room at the end with big double doors.

“Good luck!” she smiles, and you watch the doors shut, the numbers go down for a few floors, and you’re left on your own.

You take a deep breath and turn back to face the apparently never-ending passage. You walk down the corridor in timed rhythm, counting 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4 until you reach the end on a 2. You knock on the door and are met with a “Come in,” from a masculine voice.

You slowly open the door, resisting the urge to peek your head in first like a child.

“Good morning, Mr Barnes,” you smile, speaking cheerily but still professionally.

“Ah, there she is!” he says as he stands from his desk and walks towards you, and for some reason now you really take note of the height-difference.

He gently grips your shoulders and kisses you on the cheek, to which you stiffen slightly, but try to cover up before he notices. His hands move to your waist and he leans in; you almost sidestep him thinking he’s trying to do… something else, but he only locks the door behind you, and you can’t tell if that’s better or worse than what you were expecting.

Your nerves flare up again, but in a different sense than if you were just going in for a job interview, adrenaline starting to prepare like you’re in danger. But you’re not… right? You’ve had dozens of interviews. You assume this time it’s just more scary because it’s with James Barnes himself.

“Nervous?” he asks as he steps back and gestures to a comfortable-looking leather armchair on the other side of his desk.

“A little,” you admit with an anxious and breathless laugh. He gives you a reassuring smile as he turns to a shelf behind him.

“Don’t be,” he says as he fixes himself a drink, “Whiskey?” he offers, “5PM somewhere and all that.”

You politely decline, and he settles into his seat across from you with his drink in hand. He takes a sip and sets the glass down to set his gaze on you, and you resist the urge to shift uncomfortably under his stare… it almost seems like he’s preventing himself from sizing you up.

“Why did you start your business?” he asks, “Honestly.”

“Well, I’ve been in HR for a while now, always had a passion for it, but I wanted to be more independent, and a little more flexible.”

He raises an eyebrow, “Honestly.”

“And I…” you don’t know why you say it, but you do, “I’ve had bad experiences with boyfriends in the past—and, please let me know if I’m being too unprofessional here, sir—”

“Bucky.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Call me Bucky.”

“All right… Bucky,” you smile, “I’ve had my most recent ex boyfriend try to ruin me; he got me fired, and no serious white collar will hire me, but I’m good at what I do, and I refuse to let him stop me from using my knowledge and expertise.”

“Tony Stark, is your ex, I take it?”

Your blood runs cold, and you deflate slightly, “Yes,” you sigh, “He is, and… and he treated me horribly, I couldn’t take it anymore, and even when I’m not with him, he still finds away to make my life hell.”

“I don’t trust that sleaze. In fact, anything he says, I do the opposite. I know you’re good at what you do, I can see your passion…”

You smile, relieved he believes you.

“… and I have a passion for you.”

You freeze, so your smile is still intact, “I’m sorry?” you ask, tilting your head slightly, sure you misheard him, but how could you have?

“You’re a smart girl, you know what I’ve been feeling, and you’re smart enough to know you’ve been suppressing your mutual attraction, but maybe too naïve to understand intentions.”

“Mr Barnes—”

“Bucky,” he corrects.

“Bucky, I—”

“I’ll pay whatever you want.”

You nearly snap at him, want to tell him you’re not for sale, but you stop yourself. You really, really need this job, you can’t afford to live another month.

“I know you need this job,” he says, as if he read your mind, pulling out a contract from his desk drawer, “And imagine if both Tony Stark and James Barnes said you were awful? You’ll never work in this city again.”

A tear rolls down your cheek as you take in the weight of his words, and you clutch your bag tighter in your lap.

“You’ll never work in this country again, you’ll be ruined, you’ll have nothing.”

You choke on a sob and cover your mouth with your hand as you shut your eyes.

“Why’re you crying? Honey, I’m offering you everything.”

“Thank you for… the opportunity,” you manage to get out between a deep breath as you shakily stand, and he stands with you.

You dart for the exit, but he grips your shoulders and turns you around, pushing you against door, your lower back painfully hitting the handle.

Soft blue eyes meet yours, so gentle and empathetic and caring you nearly forget the position you’re in, “I’m trying to help you,” he says, wiping away one of your stray tears, “If you walk out that door it’s over for you, you know that.”

Tears are falling more freely now and you fumble behind your back for the door handle, but the tall wood separating you from freedom doesn’t budge.

He wipes another tear with his thumb and pops it into his mouth before pulling it out adding his middle and index finger, never breaking eye contact with you, face stoic as your chest rises and falls rapidly.

You can do nothing but stare up at him helplessly as he hikes up your skirt and pushes two fingers inside you. You grip his shoulders with a gasp and he smiles as he slowly drags in and out of you.

“Didn’t even need to do that, you’re all ready.”

You turn your head to side and look away from him, shutting your eyes as you squeeze around him. He’s right, you were already wet, but your feeling of disgust is overpowered by the sensation of him pumping in and out of your more quickly, curling his fingers and hitting your sweet spot, over and over until you can hardly take it.

“B- Bucky, stop—” you try to get out, but you convulse, your stomach tensing as you cry out and arch your back, head thrown back before falling onto his shoulder, still crying softly. He removes his fingers and strokes your hair with his clean hand.

“Did so well for me, you see,” his voice is dark in your ear despite his praise, “You’re good at your job.”

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alottiegoingon · 9 months ago

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facing your fears

shauna shipman x fem!reader (all characters aged up)

warnings: struggling with sexuality, pre-crash (but mentions of it?), minimal usage of bad words, probably a bunch of english mistakes and bad writing (not my first language), no 18+ content just fluff

“Right, okay, Van. I think the lesbianism thing is taking over your head a little too much.” You scoff. Your lips were curled up in an expression that it was supposed to be a smile ready to mock your friend Vanessa and let her know how absurd her comment was, but it honestly seemed very unsure. Maybe been discreet wasn’t actually your thing, but liking Shauna Shipman wasn't something that you were happy to admit.

“She’s kind of right, you know. You think everyone is gay, Van.” Taissa’s eyes met her girlfriend’s. She didn’t like disagreeing with Van. Happy wife happy life, right? But maybe, just maybe, she could be wrong about it. Since Van and Tai got together and finally told the team, their favorite thing to do was spot other queer people at school and you were a great targer. Well, except for the fact that you probably weren't a lesbian.

It just wasn’t very you. As y/n Taylor, you had high expectations to be filled and a reputation to care about. Jackie Taylor was your oldest sister by a year and no matter how close you two were, ruining her reputation at school wasn’t a very nice thing to do and it could easily ruin your life. Her life. Jackie was the dream girl. The one that all the boys wanted to be with and all the girls wanted to be her. Perfect hair, perfect clothes, perfect grades (almost) and perfect at soccer. Always the one that would drag all the attention to herself while walking through the school hallways and never missing a chance to attend a party with stunning clothes and the gorgeous makeup. You couldn’t complain about it though. Being related to a popular girl would usually get you stuff that most teenagers would fight to have in high school. Even if you were being known by being Jackie Taylor’s sister, it was still some sort of popularity level that many people wanted to have. Just… Not you.

You loved Jackie, of course. But the pressure of being related to the Wiskayok High School princess was too much. You were in Shauna’s car two years ago along with Jackie while she would drive you to school and you accidentaly let a thought slip away out loud; You were scared of trying for extra activities in school, frightened by the idea of not being good enough like Jackie was (which you didn’t tell her, of course). But eventually, you gave it a try when she said that you had to face your fears. She was good with pep talk. It felt like the world was ending when you tried to join the Yellowjackets team right after that and failed miserably, managing to fall right against the scratchy artificial grass on your first attempt of running after a stupid football. That’s when you realized that you saw Shauna with different eyes. When your cheek was getting squeezed against the floor and you heard the coach whistling, your eyes immediately met hers from afar. Sitting on the closest bench, Jackie made sure to scold all the girls that were laughing at you and right by her side, there was Shauna. Maybe she wanted to laugh as well but she didn’t. Probably because she was Jackie’s best friend, you thought. Her lips were pressing against each other so tightly that they were repressing even the slightest smile. She even had a threatening stare while looking at the girls who were giggling. It was a miracle that you got into the cheerleading team but at least it was better than run after a soccer ball. Besides, you looked cute in a skirt.

You knew Shauna before that, she was always at your house. But you never acknowledged her before. Not consciously at least. You remembered clear as the day when Jackie and Shauna would stay in the bedroom for the entire day; talking about everything and everyone and their stupid crushes. Jeff, Randy, James, you name it. You, too shy and scared to join them, would always politely deny Jackie’s invitations but that didn’t stop you from hearing their nonsense every time you walked through Jackie’s bedroom. Even when the door was closed, their voices, too excited to share their opinions on the world, weren’t exactly the quietest.

“Exactly! And even if I was a lesbian, which obviously I’m not, Shauna would be the last person I would-“ You were more than desperate convicted of your own self, ready to deny Van’s crazy thought. You had no feelings for Shauna. But then, you heard a familiar voice sounding a bit too hostile now, echoing through the entire locker room. It was definitely her. You could see her narrowed brown eyes, her stiff back showing signs of tension, her folded arms and how her hair matching her eyes was stuck on a messy ponytail and took your breath away.

The muffled voice got more and more clear as the steps were sounding closer to you. You were so eager to defend yourself before that you didn’t even bother to look around and search the area for other people. A soccer team with girls only? The rumors would fly around very quickly, especially when coming straight from Jackie Taylor’s little sister. Teenagers were known for being cruel and mean for no reason and being a lesbian in 1996? That was the same as having a death wish.

“You aren’t supposed to be here. Cheerleaders are not allowed.” You were just standing up from the bench when Shauna stood there, just a few steps away from you. You took a quick glance at Van to see her with widen eyes and an ironic lurking smirk. She would always act so suspicious when Shauna was around and it made you worried every single time, thinking if Shauna would notice how their behavior changed when she stepped in and how you always seemed so nervous. You look at Shauna again and immediately remembered why Van and Taissa always assumed you had a thing for her. It was definitely probably how your pupils would dilate immediately when seeing her, the fact that your voice would get high-pitched even when saying a simple hello or how you would fix your hair awkwardly. Or maybe how you could barely say a word without stuttering and making it way too obvious that you weren’t casual about her presence.

You didn’t have enough time to say a single word. A loud metallic noise echoed through the locker room when Van practically slammed the locker door shut and gave you a very much not cautious look before leaving and practically dragging Taissa with her. In less than ten seconds, you were panicking. You were alone with Shauna all of her toughness and not a single sign of friendly thoughts inside her head. “What?” You mutter. For someone that struggled with eye contact, your eyes wouldn’t dare to leave hers. Maybe it was fear but maybe it was amusement.

“I know that you are friends with the girls but you can’t keep coming here all the time, you know? Cheerleaders shouldn’t be here and you know we only let you in cause you’re J-“

“Jackie’s sister.” You cut Shauna before she could finish her sentence. You didn’t think much before doing it. Before not only interrupting her but also giving hints that you were upset. Even if in silence.

Shauna doesn’t say anything at first but her eyebrows frowned almost instantly. It wasn’t like she didn’t know you at least a little bit to see through you, even if you had no idea, but she wasn’t expecting to hear that. Especially not now, out of the blue.

“I mean.” You sigh. It wasn’t the easiest thing for you to talk about what you felt and how all of these hidden feelings had such a deep impact on you. You couldn’t afford to maintain eye contact now and, just for a moment, you looked away. “Don’t get me wrong. I love Jackie, obviously. I just feel like…” You trail off. Maybe it was that time of the month again and you were extra sensitive or you just felt comfortable with Shauna, but something buried inside of you was begging to come out. The silence settles in for almost an entire minute. It wasn’t exactly awkwardness the thing that was hanging in the air but something very close to it. Once or twice, you would shift your eyes up from the dirty school floor to Shauna’s eyes just to make sure that she was still there.

“No, it’s okay. I get it.” She murmurs. Her eyes didn’t leave yours not even for a second. Even at different places and circumstances like at your own house or during the moments you were invited to hang out with the girls, she was always staring. Even when you weren’t aware of it, which was most of the times.

You were expecting to finally show signs of how bothered you were by the pressure of being Jackie’s sister. Of course that some of your closest friends like Van and Taissa knew that and always did their best to support you. (And by that, it meant that you would get to pick the movie for the movie night even though Van would complain about your choice as soon as the movie ended, pointing how badly written, directed or produced it was or how the actors sucked). But you weren’t expecting Shauna to understand you. She seemed to notice the surprised look in your eyes and it made the usual neutral and intimidating expression on her face softens. If you squint your eyes hard enough, you could almost see an empathetic smile.

“What do you mean? You are always glued to Jackie. You’re like her shadow. I remember going downstairs once to get some water and you were there at 2 a.m to grab Jackie a snack and I was terrified for a week. I’m surprised you don’t follow her to the bathroom.” You breath in, letting your voice show signs of vulnerability and even a playful feeling to it. And this time you weren’t crazy. Shauna was actually softening. You caught her lips twitching in a little smile and even making a sound that sounded like a laugh. When did Shauna begin to think that you were funny anyway?

“Look… All I’m saying is that I understand.” Shauna would never say anything bad about Jackie. Not explicitly. Not if she wasn’t bursting out with anger like she would do rarely or with small mean comments, which she would usually do if she felt like Jackie was being too bossy. You wouldn’t blame Jackie as well; she had her own personal problems. But somehow, Shauna was being comprehensive. She was there for you. “There’s things I can’t do because of Jackie too.”

There it was. Her words made you heart drop to your knees. You felt a cold sensation stinging on your body and now you were more focused than ever on the brown eyed girl right in front of you. Shauna had her back resting against a closed locker and her arms were still crossed, but it didn’t seem to contribute to her attempt of looking tough. You were definitely tired from cheerleading practice today and the stress from the finals combined to that probably made you imagine things when you saw Shauna’s eyes sparkling with something different when she said that looking at you. It felt like she was staring into your soul.

“I don’t… I can do whatever I want. Jackie isn’t the boss of my life.” You immediately say, clearly nervous and defensive. You feel a slight warmth in your cheeks when notice your struggle with expressing yourself and begin to overthink everything.

“Oh, really? Like when Jackie invited you to Mari’s birthday party last week but told you not to wear that dress cause yellow was her color?” Shauna smirked finally and her brown eyes were lighter. There was playfulness in her tone as well as a slight cockiness to it, she was proving a point. “Or when you had to talk to Randy Walsh once just because Jackie liked Jeff and his best friend was desperate for a date?”

The words Randy Walsh made your lips curl and your nose scrunch in disgust. That guy was awful. He even asked who invented the Pope once. He wasn’t even cute. Or charismatic. Or smart. It was safe to say that you weren’t very impressed by him. For the first time in that day, and even in weeks, you heard Shauna laugh at your reaction and half of the tension on your body faded away. You looked deeply into her eyes and you didn’t feel intimidated now. You smiled back. Well, it was still a small and sort of shy smile but it was there and it made your heart warm. You felt fuzzy while looking at her, noticing how a few hair strands would fall perfectly through the sides of her face and how her cheeks were still looking pinkish, probably from soccer practice from a few minutes ago.

“Maybe you’re right.” You finally admit. Shauna was ripping the truth out of you without even trying and you weren’t exactly opposed to it anymore. “But it’s not like I could do anything about it. Could you imagine what everyone would say if I told them that I’m into-“

“Girls?” Shauna finishes. One of her eyebrows is slightly raised. She wasn’t sounding judgy or rude, not even surprised, and you wondered why. Your body got stiff as a rock and you feel your forehead getting sweaty as a heat wave hits you. You were panicking. A lot. Enough to left you speechless.

“I went to your bedroom once last year when you were out. Jackie said that you had borrowed one of her books and she needed it to show me something and I swear I wasn’t looking for anything but you really need to hide your things better.” Shauna’s breath sounded heavy now. Was she tense? You definitely were.

Your mind was racing from thought to thought, thinking of all of the things that Shauna could’ve seen. And then it hits you. Since you were seven years old, you saw a movie from your childhood where the main character had a diary and you immediately fell in love with the idea of putting all of your feelings out with no consequences, instead of shoving them down. No one would see it anyway. At first it was just some silly little sentences about your day, about a kid stealing your favorite pen at school, about a lame day where you did nothing but stayed in your room and listening to Jackie all day or how your parents would fight over something idiotic. Then you entered high school and things changed. Suddenly losing your favorite toy wasn’t the hottest topic of your diary. Talking about how badly you hated those stupid boys from school but loved sitting close to girls in class cause it made you have butterflies on your stomach was the main thing going on. And you were lucky enough that your diary was left opened exactly on this page when Shauna entered your room. Fuck.

“You can’t tell anyone. Especially not Jackie. Do you understand how serious this is?” You immediately started to beg Shauna. Your voice was quieter now even though no one was around. Your cheeks were practically entirely covered by a bright shade of red and it was very easy to tell how nervous you were just by staring at you. Your fingers were playing with each other, fidgeting to avoid stress, your eyes were wide open and would barely blink. Your throat was tight with a feeling of having a huge lump stuck on it.

“Relax, okay? I won’t.” Shauna’s voice is quiet but soft now. Ot almost sounded like a whisper. A reassuring and genuine whisper. “It’s not like my journal isn’t full of embarrassing stuff as well.” She continues. It sounded like she was just trying to comfort you but it was actually true. You didn’t even know that she had a journal.

“Like…” Shauna takes a deep breath, taking a few steps closer to you. “Like how you look really good wearing those cheerleading skirts. And how cute your hair looks like with a blue and yellow ribbon on it.” Her breath catches on her throat when you look at her. Did she actually say those words or you were dreaming? Real or not, your heart was racing and you were feeling something different. A rush of excitement in your chest.

“You think so?” Your voice barely comes out. It sounded like a weak whisper. You couldn’t say much but the eye contact was intense and it would only get interrupted when Shauna would take a quick look at your lips. Taking another step in, her hand touched your cheek and it immediately made your body tremble. If your stomach was empty before, now it had tons of desperate butterflies.

Shauna simply nodded. Her eyes remained completely focused on yours, something shifting away and slowly tracing down to your lips. Your own eyes were doing the same, not scared to show how badly you wanted to find out how it felt to kiss her. And being quite honest, Shauna seemed to want the same thing. Finally, she begins to lean in and closes her eyes and you do the same. The next thing you feel is her soft lips pressed right against yours and it felt like the world around you had stopped. It took you a while to kiss her back. At first you just stood there like you were frozen in place. Paralyzed by the thought of trying to understand if this was actually happening, with your hands hanging in the air. But then you slowly let yourself get lost into her. When you both began to feel more comfortable, Shauna’s hands moved down to your waist firmly and your hands touched the soft and smooth skin of her cheeks. You were so close to each other that you could smell her perfume. Not too sweet but addicting and not too strong now once the day was almost over. Okay. Maybe you had feelings for Shauna.

She was the one who pulled away first. It took you some time to finally open your eyes, the idea of looking at Shauna after she kissed you was almost unbearable but in an actual good way. Now, that terrifying sensation of panic that was tightening your chest was all gone and you could only feel the warmth of your own cheeks and the one that would exhale through Shauna’s hands that remained on your waist. You finally opened your eyes, Shauna was looking at you with curious and dreamy eyes.

You were both heavy breathers now when Shauna finally broke the silence. “Am I still the last person you would kiss?” She teased you with a hoarse tone. Her lips were slightly puffy and red thanks to the kiss you two shared. You didn’t say a thing but your lips were struggling to stay still. Everything was too overwhelming and you found yourself losing the battle as the corners of your mouth got wider. You were smiling from ear to ear like a fool. That was probably what you were when it came to Shauna anyway. You were about to open your mouth to defend yourself but a masculine voice interrupted you. You both look towards the locker room entrance to see the assistant coach, Ben, with raised eyebrows and an angry stare directly at you. You immediately knew why. No cheerleaders.

“I should really go now.” You use your head to point towards the coach. Your voice was sounding thinner now and in a higher pitch than it usually was, showing signs of how dazed you were and how Shauna was the only thing going through your mind right now. Shauna slowly took her hands away from your waist. “But maybe we could, like, hang out after you come back from the nationals?” You could barely contain your smile now, walking backwards while not looking away from Shauna.

“Definitely. I can’t wait to come back.” Shauna was smirking back at you while biting her lower lip.

#shauna shipman x reader #shauna shipman #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader

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badger-tales · 19 days ago

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Cupcakes// R.L x Reader

a/n: this was such a sweet little request and the story is tooth rottingly sweet i hope this makes you feel a bit better pooks

word count: 2.2k

Request: hello! I would like to request a remus x fem reader where they are baking cupcakes and she keeps forgetting one of the ingredients like eggs or something, and it’s like a recurring thing like it happened last time she tried to bake something too. She’s usually good at baking but she keeps making mistakes so once the cupcakes are ready she realizes what she forgot, then she cries and remus comforts her? (Based on a true story where the past two times i’ve baked cupcakes/cake i keep forgetting a vital ingredient lol)

Thanks in advance!!!

The kitchen was cloaked in a golden hue, the soft light of late afternoon casting a warm, honeyed glow over the counters and cupboards. The air was thick with the sweet aroma of vanilla and sugar, delicate and comforting, the kind of scent that wrapped around you like a hug. You stood at the counter, rolling up your sleeves with a sense of determination, feeling the fabric of your shirt bunch up against your elbows. Today was the day. This time, you were going to get it right.

Behind you, Remus leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed casually over his chest, that familiar, amused smile tugging at his lips. His eyes were soft, filled with a fondness that always seemed to appear whenever he watched you, though there was a glint of humor there too. He’d seen this scene play out before—twice, in fact. The first time, it had been eggs you’d forgotten, and the second… was it baking powder? It didn’t matter. What mattered was today, and you were determined not to repeat the past.

“Well,” Remus’ voice broke the quiet hum of the kitchen, deep and smooth like melted chocolate. He pushed off the doorframe with a lazy grace, stepping up to stand beside you at the counter. The warmth of his presence, the slight brush of his arm against yours, made your heart flutter just a little. “What’s on the menu today, love?”

You glanced up at him, momentarily distracted by the way the sunlight hit his hair, casting strands of it in a burnished bronze glow. He always looked so effortlessly handsome, so comfortable in his own skin, and that crooked smile he gave you made your chest tighten in the best way. You quickly tore your eyes away and flipped through the recipe book, more for reassurance than actual need. “Cupcakes,” you replied confidently, though there was a teasing lilt in your voice. “Just a simple vanilla batch.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, a soft chuckle rumbling in his throat. “I remember the last time you said it was ‘just a simple’ cake.”

Your lips curved into a smirk as you glanced at him from the corner of your eye. “Shut up,” you huffed playfully, nudging him with your elbow, though there was no real bite to your words. His nearness always made it hard to be anything but soft. “That was different.”

He let out a low laugh, the sound like music to your ears. “Mmm, if I recall, it was missing a key ingredient,” he teased, his tone gentle but mischievous. The kind of teasing that came with a twinkle in his eyes, not meant to wound, but to pull you closer to him.

Your cheeks flushed slightly, and you fought the urge to hide your face in the recipe book. Memories of your previous mishaps—both of them so vividly etched into your mind—rushed back. Twice now, you had been so certain of your abilities, and twice you had overlooked something vital, even with the ingredients sitting right in front of you. It was hard not to feel just a bit embarrassed, even though you knew Remus would never hold it against you.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s not happening again,” you muttered, more to yourself than him, though you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips.

Remus grinned, clearly enjoying your determination. He leaned in slightly, his shoulder brushing against yours, the warmth of him seeping through the fabric of your shirt. “Well, I’ll be right here,” he said, his voice softer now, filled with that quiet reassurance he always carried. “In case you need me.”

The words lingered between you like a promise, and for a moment, your heart skipped a beat. He had a way of making even the simplest sentences feel like they held something more, something unspoken but deeply felt. You offered him a small smile, feeling the comfort of his presence settle over you like a blanket, and with him standing so close, you felt a renewed sense of focus.

You got to work, hands moving with precision as you measured out the flour and sugar, the soft sound of ingredients being sifted mixing with the occasional scrape of a bowl. Every once in a while, you felt Remus’ gaze on you, and when you glanced up, his eyes were filled with that gentle, patient look you adored. It was like he had all the time in the world to watch you, no rush, no pressure—just quiet admiration.

“Bowl, whisk, flour…” you muttered under your breath, running through the checklist in your mind as you cracked an egg into the mixture. You were so focused, determined not to make the same mistake again, that you barely noticed when Remus started speaking.

He filled the space between you with soft conversation, his voice like a steady undercurrent. He told you stories—ones you’d heard before but never tired of—about his time at Hogwarts, about James and Sirius, and all the ridiculous pranks they’d pulled. His stories always made you laugh, the way his eyes lit up when he spoke of his friends, the fondness there as if he were reliving the moments himself. His voice, so calm and soothing, was like the perfect background music, grounding you as you worked.

But as you poured the batter into the cupcake liners, that familiar, nagging feeling crept up on you. Something felt off. The batter had seemed a little thicker than usual, but you brushed it aside, determined that this time—this time—it would be perfect.

Remus, ever the opportunist, had already swiped the spatula from your hands, licking the remaining batter with a grin that made your heart melt.

“Remus!” you laughed, shaking your head at his impatience. But honestly, it was endearing. He had a way of making everything feel lighter, funnier—like you could laugh through any mistake, any bump in the road, as long as he was there beside you.

“I couldn’t wait,” he said, his smile widening, eyes sparkling with mischief as he leaned over to steal another bit of batter from the bowl. “It’s your fault, really. You’re too good at this.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face. Even though, deep down, that little knot of uncertainty still twisted in your stomach, you couldn’t help but feel a bit lighter with him here, sharing the space, his laughter mixing with the sweet scent of baking.

“You’re worse than Sirius with how impatient you are,” you teased, your voice light and playful as you elbowed Remus gently, the movement making him sway just a little. You were both standing in the middle of a half-cleaned kitchen, remnants of flour dusting the counters, bowls and spoons piled up in a disorganized mess. It didn’t matter though; the atmosphere was warm, filled with the easy banter and closeness that came so naturally between you two.

He smirked, his lips curling up in that way that sent a flutter through your chest, and you couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly handsome he looked, even with flour smudged on his shirt. “Sirius would’ve had half the batter gone before it even made it to the oven,” he replied, his voice tinged with amusement as he leaned slightly closer, as if sharing some inside joke only the two of you would understand.

You laughed softly, the sound filling the small space as you moved to finish cleaning up. The familiarity of it all—his presence beside you, the smell of the vanilla-scented batter still lingering in the air—made everything feel so… right. It was moments like these that made you forget about the little mishaps, the times you felt scatterbrained or unsure. Because with Remus, it didn’t matter. He had a way of making everything feel like it was part of some grand, shared adventure, no matter how small the task.

The cupcakes baked quietly in the oven as you and Remus settled at the kitchen table, your conversation flowing effortlessly, like it always did. There was something magical about these moments, the kind where time seemed to slip away unnoticed. The kitchen was filled with the sound of your laughter, his chuckles soft and rumbling, a warmth that curled into your very bones. He told you stories, little bits of nostalgia from his days at Hogwarts, sharing memories of pranks gone awry, of Sirius and James' mischief, and the way Lily always managed to keep them in line with a single look.

Every now and then, he’d lean in just a bit closer, and your knees would bump under the table, sending a small thrill up your spine. His hand would graze yours ever so slightly, just enough to make your heart race in that quiet, comfortable way that came with being near him.

Soon, the smell of baking cupcakes filled the room, a sweet, rich scent that made your stomach rumble with anticipation. You could feel the excitement bubbling up in your chest as you glanced over at the oven, already imagining the perfect, golden cupcakes coming out, ready to be frosted and devoured.

But when you pulled the tray out of the oven and inspected the cupcakes, your heart sank. Something was off. They hadn’t risen properly—flat and pale, they looked more like deflated lumps than the fluffy cupcakes you’d imagined. The sight of them hit you harder than you expected, disappointment settling deep in your chest like a weight.

Remus, ever perceptive, must have noticed the sudden shift in your expression. Without a word, he moved from the table and came to stand beside you, peering over your shoulder at the tray. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice soft, concerned. There was no teasing now, just that gentle warmth he always carried, the kind that wrapped around you like a comforting blanket.

You stared down at the sad, deflated cupcakes, frowning as you replayed the steps of the recipe in your head, trying to figure out where it had gone wrong. Then, like a bolt of lightning, the realization hit you, and you groaned audibly, slapping a hand to your forehead in exasperation. “Oh no… I must have used the regular flour instead of the self raising flour.”

For a moment, there was silence. And then Remus, unable to contain himself, let out a soft laugh, though he quickly tried to smother it, his shoulders shaking with the effort. “Are you sure baking is really your thing, love?” he teased, his voice light but affectionate, as if trying to coax a smile out of you.

Normally, you would have brushed it off with a laugh of your own, but this time, the disappointment was too much. The frustration of two previous failed attempts, the way you wanted so badly for this to go perfectly—especially with Remus here—made your chest tighten. You’d wanted to impress him, to show him that you weren’t always this scatterbrained, but here you were again, forgetting something as basic as eggs.

Tears welled up in your eyes, hot and prickling, and before you could stop them, they spilled over, streaking down your cheeks. You turned your face away, embarrassed by the sudden wave of emotion, but Remus noticed immediately. His teasing expression softened into one of concern, and without hesitation, he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle, protective embrace.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing as his hands rubbed comforting circles on your back. “It’s okay. Don’t cry over cupcakes.”

You sniffled, trying to wipe at your eyes, feeling ridiculous for getting so upset over something as silly as baking. “I just…” You trailed off, your voice cracking slightly. “I keep messing up, and it’s stupid. It’s just cupcakes.”

He held you tighter, his warmth enveloping you completely. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek, his heartbeat strong and reassuring. “It’s not stupid,” he said gently, his voice full of quiet understanding. “You’ve been trying so hard, and sometimes things just… don’t go the way we want them to. But that’s okay.”

You buried your face in his chest, letting the soft fabric of his shirt soak up your tears. His scent—faintly like pine and old books—calmed you, grounding you in the present moment, reminding you that with him here, nothing was ever as bad as it seemed.

“And for what it’s worth,” he continued, his lips brushing lightly against the top of your head, “I think you’re an amazing baker. Sure, you might forget an ingredient here and there…” His voice was warm, laced with affection as he pressed a soft kiss into your hair. “But who doesn’t?”

His words, spoken with such sincerity, made your heart swell. You let out a small laugh, though it was shaky, as you tilted your head up to meet his eyes. There was nothing but love and understanding in his gaze, and it made all the frustration, all the self-doubt, seem to melt away in that moment.

With him here, holding you close, reminding you that it was okay to make mistakes, you realized that maybe it didn’t matter if the cupcakes were perfect. As long as you had Remus by your side, you could handle anything

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #marauders x reader #marauders #marauders fanfiction

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leviathanspain · 2 years ago

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Hi! Saw you were taking requests!

If you want, maybe a Daemon or Aemond x reader drabble with 'if I can't have you, no-one can'. Maybe childhood friends/ unrequited love and reader comes back in a happy marriage to someone else. Or Daemon/ Aemond had an argument with their betrothed/spouse reader and someone else who was obsessed with reader attacks her (maybe even kills her).

Basically I want pure angst! No real happy ending!

Thank you and have a great day!

let me back into your life

daemon targaryen x reader

synopsis: daemon should’ve never come to winterfell

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“why are you here?” you asked, breaking the awkward silence that had been between the two of you for the last hour. daemon had asked for you to meet him privately, and considering you were married to the son of the lord of winterfell, getting the things you asked for required no sneaking of any kind.

“i wanted to see if the rumors were true.” he whispered, and looked down at your belly, “a child..is it his?”

you scoffed, and ran a hand down the front of your belly, “yes. it is. but i see no reason why that concerns you.”

you paced the room and daemon stood up abruptly from the chair closest to the fireplace. he was standing over you, overbearing, intimidating as always. “don’t act stupid. i’ve had you hundreds of times, i’ve reveled in your pleasure as you in mine. i have good reason to ask if that is my child you bare.”

you faltered, and pushed him away slightly, moving under his gaze.

“i was never yours to have, daemon!” you yelled at him, your hands on your belly as you paced your chambers nervously. “im not the one who got married first, daemon! if you remember, rhea royce exists! she’s your wife! she’s the one you should be with!”

daemon rolled his eyes, “the bronze bitch? you know i had no choice-“

you had enough. your eyes narrowed as you moved to shove him against the wall, hands bunching into his shirt, “and you think i did?” you looked at daemon with disdain and shook your head, “you were the one who didn’t ask my father for my hand, you were the one who jeopardized our future!” you let go and daemon let out a puff of anger.

“don’t ever lay your hands on me again, woman.” he threatened, his pride clearly hurt. he fumbled for his composure as he dusted his clothing of you, and held the sight of you with little regard.

you let out a bitter laugh, “now i’m woman? not..princess? my love? issa ābrazȳrys?” you looked at daemon who’s eyes were glued to the rich rugs on the floor, “you are a coward, daemon targaryen. you were a coward since the day i met you, a coward since the day i left you. why did you come back? certainly the cowardliness didn’t leave so soon, as even now you find it difficult to gaze into my eyes.”

you were cold, “am i the mistake you made? a loose end you needed to tie up? im sure viserys doesn’t know you are here, so why go through so much just to argue with me?”

daemon closed his eyes and shook his head, “stop.” he whispered, “stop!”

the fury in his eyes faded as defeat took over. you faltered and didn’t move from your spot. your child’s feet thumped furiously in your belly, and you parted your lips to say something, “im sorry daemon. but you need to leave.” you looked at him once more before you called in your personal guard.

“y/n! please, please just let me back into your life…” he cried, but you shuddered the thought away, “don’t make me get my husband.” you threatened, and daemon quieted as your guard hauled him away.

the child you bore had white hair, a trait of his true parentage that you tried to excuse with it being something passed down by your targaryen mother. your husband believed you, but you knew that word had spread of the child, and rumors had reached the rogue prince’s ears. even in his depression of losing you, he was happy to know that at least a part of him had made it back into your life.

#hotd angst #hotd x reader #daemon targaryen angst #daemon targaryen x targaryen!reader #daemon targaryen smut #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon smut #daemon angst #hotd

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writerofadream · 11 months ago

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Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Twelve: Bubbling up

Put your head on my shoulder

Hold me in your arms, baby.

"Todays challenge will test your minds, your teamwork, and your skills in the kitchen." Chris had the campers gather on the beach and Duncan groaned, you sucked at cooking, a lot.

"You'll be cooking a three course meal, and serving it to me for tasting. The winners will get a reward the losers will send somebody home. Each team will appoint a head chef." Chris put a hand on his hip.

"To cook you need ingredients. Every morning a truck brings us food. Today's task starts there." A truck pulled itself out of the waters and you saw it was lined with food on the inside.

"We could do a killer italian theme." Geoff suggested. "Hello, head chef." Duncan smiled wide. "Seriously?" Geoff smiled clearly happy with his role. "We get it you love each other." You pushed the two out of the way and started grabbing food out of the truck.

Geoff laughed and Duncan rolled his eyes. Then you all got to work grabbing the food Geoff told you to get.

You all met in your kitchen holding various food items. "Okay so we have to make a three course meal and there's seven of us. So I say we all team up." Geoff suggested.

You had to smile at how kind he sounded, he was a good guy but some people just couldn't be in charge. Too nice.

You, and Duncan had desert duty which you heavily protested. "Last time I tried to make oatmeal, Tarun it turned out burnt. Hell, I've tried to make you hot cocoa before and somehow made it curdle." You just wanted to sit out of the challenge all together.

"That's because your father was a terrible cook, idiot. I'll teach you." Duncan rolled his eyes and wrapped an apron around you before you could say anything.

As the challenge progressed Duncan had you roll out dough. "Doll, I love you but your not even rolling the outside of it. It'll have huge edges and a paper thin middle." Duncan nicely critqued you. You stuck your tongue out.

He rolled his eyes and got to work fixing your mistake. He leaned over your back his chest hitting you as he put his arms around your making you roll into the correct spots. You giggled, but to his surprise you were blushing like an idiot.

Geoff snapped a picture.

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#THEWAYHEHOLDSHER-

#obliviousidiots<3

#whenhecancook

#meantforeachother

#"illteachyou"brbsobbing

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You didn't notice when Geoff winked at Duncan, but you did notice when Harold came into the kitchen wearing a pair of red underwear... and no shorts.

You gave the redhead one look and glared at Duncan. "I'm going to kill myself." You hissed.

"You'd never. You'd miss me too much." Duncan stuck his tongue out smirking. "Keep that tongue out much longer and I'll cut it off." You muttered going back to rolling the dough. Duncan quickly closed his mouth with a small smirk.

Geoff wanted to keep up with the classy italian theme so he had some old music playing in the background. The blonde also had made sandwhiches and when Harold had bit into his, he had spit underwear out much to Courtney's disgust.

Duncan pulled that trick on a bunch of dudes in juvie, frequently.

So it was to no surprise when you hit him in the back of the head. "أيها الأحمق، هل تريد الفوز بهذا التحدي أم لا؟ أقسم أنني سأدعوك بأمي إذا حاولت شيئًا آخر. توقف عن التركيز على رد الجميل لهارولد وابدأ في التركيز على التحدي أو ساعدني يا إلهي، تارون." You whispered in his ear (luckily the cameras picked it up). "Don't call my mom, doll. I'll stop." Duncan muttered looking a bit ashamed.

"Then focus on the challenge." You hissed.

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You put the canollies in the oven and washed your hands. All that was needed to be done is the pasta sauce which Bridgette was working on.

Geoff, DJ, and Harold who was now wearing PJ's were talking about the dish pretty calmly to your surprise.

You were sitting on the countertop watching the people around you. Courtney was advising Bridgette on her tomato to water ratio, and Sadie was taking a picture of the meals to send to Katie.

"Put your head on my shoulder."

"Hold me in your arms, baby."

Duncan held out his hand to dance. You rolled your eyes taking it all the same. "I'm sorry I was a dickhead to Harold." He said not sounding all that sorry. "He deserved it, so it's fine." You smirked lightly punching his shoulder.

"This was Leo's favorite song." He commented quietly. "Was that the guard who always gave me pudding?" You asked with a small smile.

"No that was Jonah." Duncan quietly laughed as you both swayed together to the music. "Then which one was Leo?" You asked mildly confused.

"Squeeze me oh-so-tight."

"Show me that you love me too."

"He was the one who tased the dude with the blue hair on his first day." Duncan explained. "Oh! Dickface Leo!" You said remembering now. "He's the one that always took my extra pudding." You rolled your eyes.

"Mhm." Duncan smiled.

Sadie snapped a picture.

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Sadie to Katie

S: *picture attached*

K: AW I LOVE THEM TOGETHER ROOTIN FOR THEM

S: ME TOOO

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Duncan and you stayed like that for a while. Your head leaning against his chest as you stared at your feet swaying to the music. Duncan had his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin ontop of your head as you slow danced together.

You fit together like puzzle pieces.

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Chris LOVED your team's food. Since DJ and Bridgette were definetely the more likeable ones on your team, Geoff decided to have them serve it too Chris.

Apparently, according to the blonde girl, Owen had devoured his teams plate.

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You guys won dinner under the stars. Which honestly you could care less for. You would've been happy with hotdogs by a campfire. But instead you watched Duncan throw sushi into Geoff's mouth from five feet.

It was fun.

Sorta.

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You and the girls dragged the tipsy boys back to the cabins. Once you got back you heard Heather berating Linsday for leaving her in the freezer. You had stepped out of the boys side of the cabin after tucking Duncan in and heard the words-

"For once in you pathetic life stop being such a ditzy bimbo blonde, and do something right!" Heather hissed at the girl who looked close to tears.

Leshawna was about to say something but this girl from the killer bass came up to defend the blonde.

"Okay just because no one likes your stuck-up rich white girl ass, ain't no reason to act like such a god damn bitch." Damn this girl must've had a death wish.

Leshawna watched as Heather's eye twitched and wanted to cackle.

"Go the fuck back to your cabin little miss crazy. I saw what you did to that intern." Heather hissed back getting in the girls face. "Then you know what happens when people call me crazy." The girl from the killer bass had this creepy smirk plastered on her face and Heather paled.

Y/N walked away not before giving Lindsay a hug. "Tell me if she doesn't stop being an ass." The girl whispered to the blonde who smiled gratefully.

Then the ex-con dissapeared back to her side of the camp.

Leshawna smiled. "I for one, love her." The girl laughed and Gwen agreed. "Hell yeah." The goth girl gave her friend a fistbump and Heather let out a frusterated scream. "Her cabin is over there! She shouldn't have even came over here." She whined.

"I'm glad she did." Leshawna muttered causing Gwen to laugh.

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bitchinbarzal · 2 years ago

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Truth | M.Wood

summary; “they say what they really think of you after you’ve broken up”

You’d met in 2013 during a weekend visit to Boston College. You’d been on the same tour and Miles wouldn’t stop flirting with you.

He slipped you his number before you left, you never called.

That was until you were watching the NHL draft with your dad in the background one night and you heard his name before a series of pictures came up on screen of him.

You text him that night.

hey, weird of me lol but congrats on the draft today hey you’re pumped! It’s y/n btw.

He replied,

feeling even better now I’ve got a pretty girl messaging me.

He made you his girlfriend not long after freshman year started, he was enamoured. Nobody could understand it, he was the player so how had you gotten him to settle down?

You followed him to Jersey, we’re right there as he put pen to paper and signed his life away. There when he scored his first goal against Winnipeg.

Now nine years after meeting and you’d just broken up.

You felt weird, in denial almost like this wasn’t really happening. It was.

He moved out of your shared apartment, it was easier for the devils relocation team to find him a place.

There was still stuff to sort out like your dogs, Frankie and Arlo. They were with you for the time being but you were sure Miles would want to at least take one of them.

Your shared bills, cars and bank accounts.

“You can still use the account-“

“I don’t want your money Miles” you only snapped, cutting up your hand in front of him.

To be honest, if you were to be asked why you broke up you couldn’t give them a reason. It was probably a bunch of little things.

The fact you were together so long with no ring? No family prospects? That he didn’t really seem so interested in you as of late?

Miles always seemed interested in something else, never you and it started to take a toll.

Your self confidence plummeted. You noticed him on instagram liking bikini pictures and other things that made you insecure.

You felt horrible about your body.

Sitting in the box at games you’d be thinking about the comparison between yourself and these others wives and girlfriends.

He had made you feel like you weren’t enough.

About three weeks in, Nico came round. An unwelcome surprise.

“Nico if you’re here-“

“I came to say hi I promise!” He interrupted, his hands up on his defence as he walked into the apartment.

“What can i help you with, cap?”

“Just came to um, check on you see how you were doing” he replied, sitting on the couch making himself comfortable.

“I’m fine Nico” you grumbled, retrieving a drink for each of you from the fridge and returning to give it to him.

“We’ve just been worried is all!”

You both took a prolonged sip before you asked “How is he?”

Nico hissed softly “He’s um… he’s okay I guess. It’s kind of like he’s lost his right arm? He’s learning how to be Miles again and it’s hard for him but we’re all here”

You nodded silently “Yeah… it’s good he has the team”

“Oh yeah for sure!”

“Does he… does he talk about me?” You weren’t sure you actually wanted to know the answer to that but you asked anyway.

Nico nodded “Um yeah i guess? You guys were really sickeningly in love I think some of the guys have been waiting for this moment so they can hear what he has to say - they say what they really think of you after you’ve broken up”

You nodded curtly, not wanting to think of the bad things Miles would be saying about you.

Nico realized his mistake when he saw the look on your face but never said another word.

Nico hung around a little longer, playing with the dogs and just generally checking you were ok before he left.

Later that night you received a text while in the middle of your TV show.

from: nico hischier

if you want to know how he really feels, watch this.

You clicked through the link and it took you to YouTube to see a hockey podcast, one you had heard before whenever Miles would have it on in the car.

Miles sat in the guest seat, giving insight on what they asked, talking about the devils season and Nico’s leadership.

“So man apart from professional side of hockey, what about personal? We don’t see too many guys in long term relationships in this sport you’re like what? eight, nine years with your girlfriend now?” The guys asked and Miles chuckled softly.

“Ex girlfriend now”

“Oh man, I’m sorry I didn’t know-“

“No, dude it’s fine don’t worry about it I’m happy to talk about it anyway” he interrupted, assuring him it was alright.

“Yeah i mean, we were nine years in a relationship which was a long ass time to be together. We met when we were in college and I was just some stupid kid I wasn’t making millions or whatever, she just liked me for me and that’s what I love about her” he explained, a common habit he had was talking with his hands and you laughed as his hands bounced around the desk.

“She Is the love of my life, one hundred percent. I don’t have a bad word to say about her. She’s there for every loss – I’ve never had a loss fully sit on my shoulders it’s always on hers too. I remember when it was a possibility that Seattle were gonna take me in the expansion and she was online looking at houses for us just incase, she’s crazy but she’s amazing”

The interviewer interrupted “if you don’t mind me asking, what ended it?”

“Me” he answered simply “I’m a hockey player man I let everything get to my head, the attention, the money, the fame it all went right to my head and I forgot that I had the woman of my dreams, the girl I love more than anything willing to do anything for me right there for nine whole years without so much a ring. Given the chance now, I’d put a ring on her finger tomorrow”

“Thanks for taking the time to speak to us today Miles”

You sat there for a moment while the phone screen went blank, tears rolling down your face.

You unlocked your phone and pulled up his contact, opting to text not sure you’d trust your voice.

to: miles 🤍

come over? I think we need to talk…

read at 6:43pm

Twenty minutes later the door rang. You opened it to find Miles stood on the other side.

“Hey…” he trailed.

“Come in, please” you urged.

He awkwardly maneuvered himself into the house and pandered to the dogs who had missed him ever so much.

“Hi buddy! Hi!”

You stood smiling at him and their obvious excitement to see their dad again.

“Do you- do you want a drink?”

He straightened up “No, no I’m good thanks”

You gestured then to the couch and he took a seat very awkwardly.

“I watched the podcast” You said, still fiddling with your hands.

He nodded “Nico called me, said he’d come to see you”

“Why would you say those things Miles?”

He looked at you like you had grown another head “Because it’s true? It’s like everything I wanted to say to you and never got the chance”

Your bottom lip quivered, his voice, his words playing back in your mind

“say it, please” it was almost a beg.

Miles looked almost in pain hearing your voice “Don’t cry babe-“

“Miles just say it” you snapped.

Sighing, he grabbed your hands and said “I let a lot of shit get to my head and as a result of that, I lost you and that was one of the most painful, gut wrenching things I’ve ever experienced in my life. I will forever be ashamed of how I treated you”

You nodded, thumb running soothingly over his knuckle “You said given the chance, you’d put a ring on my finger. That true?”

“So much” he breathed, letting go of your hand and walking over to the tv console, opening the drawer that held his Xbox and pulling out a small box.

You gasped “Miles-“

“I’ve had this for almost eight years”

“Eight?!”

“The day I signed for Jersey and you said you’d come with me, I went out and bought this ring with my first pay check because I knew I wanted you to be my wife” he mumbled, opening the box and showing you the ring.

A few tears rolled down your cheeks and you sniffled before you said “Do you still want that?”

“Huh?” His head shot up.

“Do you still want me to be your wife?”

“Of course i do-“ You stuck your hand out towards him and said “Well then put a ring on it and I’m yours, Wood”

He shook his head, almost trying to wake himself up from this dream “y/n… you can’t be serious”

“Do you love me?”

“Yes of course!”

You smiled “Well that’s all that matters then, I know you and I know your heart Miles”

He stood frozen for a moment before he moved to take the ring out and put it on your finger, lifting the hand to kiss it before kissing you.

“I love You” You mumbled against his lips.

“You have no idea how much I adore you” is all he replied, the strength of his kiss has every one of his emotions in it “and I’m so sorry, baby so sorry”

As tears rolled down his cheeks and landed on yours he tried to hold back his sobs, the sobs of relief.

After all, the truth will set you free.

#nhl imagine #miles wood imagine #miles wood x reader

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oscurascout · 2 months ago

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Bad Sanses Adventures

You Know What They Say, Don't Bring Skeletons To The Spa Part 1 (Part 2)

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Cross didn't know how to feel or what to think. It had already been a few weeks since he joined the gang, and to be honest, he was starting to regret it.

Not because he was overworked or being bullied by the other members, but because they were so chaotic, to the point of being unpredictable. One day, they could be planning to watch Pokemon, while the next hour they might be throwing themselves off the castle's roof. The worst of the bunch was Killer; he was the “brains” behind their chaos. Dust often went along with it, and at times made it even more chaotic, while Horror was the more laid-back one. Nightmare was the mom friend, making sure they didn’t die.

Chara - “When we joined, I expected a lot of things, but not this!”

Cross - “Finally, something we can agree on.”

Cross had decided to keep his distance from the group, not wanting to get too friendly. He didn't want to get used to this beautiful dream. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t have much time to wallow in his thoughts before Killer burst in.

Killer - *barging in* “Hey, Crossy Cross!”

Cross - *sighs* “What is it?”

Killer - “Nightmare let us go to the spa before we head on our mission! Though I would prefer to go afterward, but it doesn't matter.”

Cross - *Confused* “Why the spa?”

Killer - *excited* “Because we’ve never been to one before. This could be a new experience!”

Cross - “Why do you always choose the weirdest places?”

Killer - “The spa is not a weird place!”

Cross sighed, he didn't want to argue anymore meanwhile Chara tried to imagine all the chaos they would cause.

Killer - “Well, anyway, get ready. I'll go tell the others,”

Killer left Cross's room and heading straight to Horror's.

Chara - “I wonder what kind of mess they will make this time,”

Cross - “Hopefully nothing too bad,”

They all met in the living room, ready to leave, Cross noticed that Nightmare was missing.

Cross - “Where's Boss?”

Killer - “He's not going, he said he had something to do.”

Papyrus - “Last time he said that, Cross appeared”

Dust - *chuckles* “Yeah, that's true, brother,”

They passed through the portal and arrived at the spa, causing quite a scene; after all, it wasn't every day that you saw scary-looking skeletons. Killer quickly approached the receptionist, and before long, they were all taken to a treatment room.

Chara - “I guess those are the perks of being scary. You might as well enjoy it while it lasts.”

Chara floated around while Cross lay down on one of the beds, trying to relax. Soon, a few “brave” employees entered the room to begin the treatments, but things started to go downhill very quickly.

Killer had opted for a manicure and pedicure. To say he was excited would be an understatement; he had watched many anime and numerous videos showcasing the process and the results, and he couldn’t wait to experience it himself.

The employee began massaging his bones. It was a bit tough, like molding very hard clay, but they made it work. Killer was having the time of his life, but there was one problem: he couldn’t think of a design for his “nails,” which made things increasingly difficult for the employee.

After 20 minutes of indecision, he finally chose a design. The employee, with shaky hands, began working on it, making a few mistakes along the way. Killer didn’t mind and instead smiled, but unfortunately, this had the opposite effect of calming the employee down.

Meanwhile, Cross was receiving a massage. As he lay on his “stomach”, he felt the employee's hands approach his back, causing him to quickly turn around and grab their wrist, glaring at them.

Employee - *scare* “S-sorry, sir, b-but I need to start.”

Chara - *a little annoyed* “Cross, chill out. It's a massage, not an assassination attempt!”

Cross released the employee's wrist and lay back down.

Employee - *nervous* “A-alright, I’ll start n-now”

Cross merely nodded. He felt the employee's hands touch his back, but he remained tense and on guard. Suddenly, the hands moved away, and he almost stood up, thinking the treatment was over. Just then, he felt a sharp pain in his back, causing him to let out a startled scream, but almost immediately after, he experienced a wave of relaxation. His back no longer hurt, nor did he feel any tension. He let out a peaceful sigh and completely relaxed. However, the moment he heard a crack, he tensed up again and shot up, startling the employee.

#nightmare sans #dreamtale #killer sans #killertale #dust sans #dusttale #horror sans #horrortale #cross sans #underverse #chara underverse #bad sans gang #bad sanses

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nyctophiliq · 2 years ago

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Hello! I was wondering if I could request from kiriko smut w/Fem s/o. S/o had a mission go horribly wrong and when she comes home she just feels terrible and Kiriko was waiting in the house to surprise her and hears the kind of stuff her s/o is feeling crappy about and reassures her and is the vibe of "Let me show you just how much I love you" if that's too specific just Hurt/Comfort fic of Kiriko taking care of the reader. Thank you!

LET ME SHOW YOU. kiriko kamori x reader

description. after hearing how unfortunate today's mission was for you, kiriko wanted to show you how much you really worth to her even if you lose some battles

cw. lowercase writing intended, nsfw content, sad stuff, crying, tribbing, cunnilingus, scissoring, very emotional sex, a pinch of sub/dom undertones,

moss' notes. thank you for requesting anonie !!! no it is not too specific, no such thing here it is such a good idea too !!!

the news of a bad mission spread quicker than any kind of gossip through the kamori household. in any case, you wouldn't be too affected by it, everybody has a bad day, and losing agents is, unfortunately, an everyday occurrence when working with overwatch. today you were one of the heroes sent out to secure a location talon reportedly tried to overtake and things went south real quick.

"you did everything you could, y/n. we can't win every battle." kiriko whispered, her hand soothing a sore spot on your back. her cold fingers tips were healing the small cuts and bruises on your skin.

"i know it's just," you cut yourself off when a sob bubbled in your throat. you shook it off, finally taking your face out of your palms and looking at the healer. "i could have saved them... at least a couple of them but i made one mistake and they are all dead, the agents that were my responsibility. if you-" despite trying your best that sob slipped out, and a few more followed after it. you couldn't look at her, not when you were disappointed in yourself and felt like you let those agents and her down.

"hey, hey, hey, you're human. sometimes that means making mistakes but that doesn't make you less loveable." her hands came up to cradle your cheeks in her palms, thumbs running under your cheekbones with tiny colorful sparkles. "in fact, i love you even more for that." she pulled you into a kiss, her lips moving delicately against yours as her hands slowly slid down to your shoulder and push you down into the soft cushion. kiriko threw her leg over your waist, straddling you while further deepening the kiss.

"let me show you," she breathed between the heated kisses, her hand hurriedly grasped into the hem of your shirt, pushing it up as far as she could before exposing your chest. "just how much i love you."

"alright..." you breathed, completely stunned by the sudden confidence of the fox girl on top of you. kiriko was always more dominant than you were in bed, taking the chance every time one presented itself to her but never like this.

with your answer out the room felt hotter than it previously did, kiriko wasted no time leading her kisses down to your chest, pulling the bunched-up shirt above your breasts and giving them some attention they deserved. she nibbled on one of them like a piece of candy, pinching and pushing on the other as if it was the button that dispensed her said candy. your head pushed into the decorative pillow, a loud moan leaving your lips while your hand grabbed into your girlfriend's cheeks. spending hours upon hours in a tight body suit suffocated your nipples, causing them to be even more sensitive than usual.

"stop please, no teasing, no more..." it was embarrassing how whiny you got from only your nipples being sucked. you pulled her up, staring into her lust-drowned eyes. kiriko gave you a short kiss, her hand keeping the rough rolling of your nipples.

"anything for you." her hands grabbed the waistline of your pants, moving backward to kneel on the couch and pull it off without thinking twice about how fast to do it. after discarding the piece of clothing, kiriko's head was quick to settle between your legs. she bit into the plush of your thigh, leaving red bite marks behind with stinging pain. you could feel her lips curl into a grin as you winced, your muscles flexing as her bites moved closer and closer to your aching entrance.

"you're gorgeous." she whispers against you, the warmth of her words tingling your puffy lips. kiriko took a moment to look up into your eyes, a shine of blue appearing in her blown pupils before her tongue stick out to dive into you. the sudden jump of your hips upwards was an uncontrollable reaction, one that you weren't too familiar with given kiriko always had something in mind, as stated earlier- she grasped every time she could to see you in all your glory.

she began to delve her tongue into your clenching walls, lapping up your juices. she was shameless, slurping loudly as she sucked on your clit. from this point, your started to lose the ability to make coherent sentences, only kiriko's name and curse words flowed from your mouth as you were

"n-no, don't stop please... m-more!" the shrine maiden only grinned at your desperate pleas, licking your juices off of the corner of her lips as she stepped down from the couch. your eyes stuck on her, tears slowly forming on your lashes watching as she stripped from her clothes.

she smiled when she caught you staring, biting down on her lower lip at the sight of you laying on the couch. this moment she was reminded of just how naked you were, and how pretty those bite marks looked on the inside of your thighs and she swore she felt her own walls clench on nothing.

without any hesitation kiriko sloth herself between your legs, fitting a finger into the small space left to open both of your pussy lips. your clits touch each other, connecting the two of you. she took your leg in her arm, pushing it slightly to the side to expose more of your honeyed lips.

"you're so wet and so messy, y/n." kiriko cooed as he hugged your leg closer. her hips started to move slowly, thrusting back and forth in her own little rhythm while humming pleasantly.

your own moans once again broke to the surface, slightly echoing in alongside the wet noise of kiriko's glistening folds grinding against yours. both of your hips bucked into each other with a sharper cry when your clits gilded over one another. kiriko tried not to be too caught up in the pleasure, needing to be able to concentrate to keep herself upright and not crush you.

"kiriko- kiri... please, faster, fuck... faster-" you attempted to meet her trust midway, but the previous edging of your girlfriend weakened you unable to do so. "i'm gonna come-" you cried, clenching your eyes as you felt the burn in stomach becoming dull.

it felt like your brain was oozing out of your ears, when opening your eyes white flashes in your vision around kiriko's frame as you reached your peak. your mouth gaped at the sweet sensation, short pants squeezing out of your lungs. it felt like choking on air as kiriko continued to ruth against you.

"you feel so good..." kiriko breathes out, increasing her pace, and throws her head back in ecstasy. she moaned loudly, leaning down to your face with her eyes glued to the point where your bodies join.

she kisses you when she reaches her final peak alongside your second and moans into your mouth as her chest arches, your breasts rubbing against each other. you tremble beneath kiriko as she fastens her pace for a final stretch, her back arching one last time before your muscles clench, a wave of pleasure crashing through the both of you.

"i love you, i love you so much my precious girl." she says, her heavy head falling on your shoulder as her body jerks involuntarily a few times before falling limp on your side.

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lulutaylorsimaginarium · 1 year ago

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The Chain

Summary: When the guys get stuck in a situation and hunted down by a drug lord. Frankie makes a call he really doesn’t want to make to the only person that can help them

Words:1740

Warnings: “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the right age to handle mature themes. We handle our own triggers with kindness and grace

AN: Mind any grammar mistakes even though the story has been checked. The author is dyslexic and it is the wonders of her brain.

THE CHAIN MASTERLIST

Part Eight

They had been back at the farm for two hours and there was still no sign of them.

It was close to midnight, and she was starting to get worried. She went out to the front porch and sat on the front step, like that was going to make them show up quicker.

The glamour was now gone. Her hair tied up on top of her head. In a tank and jeans, wrapped in one of Sebastian’s cardigans, the one that she always made fun of him for. His old man cardigan. It smelt like him and that was all she cared about right now.

She knew it was stupid to just sit here and wait for them. It was only going to make her worry more as the seconds ticked by, but there wasn’t any other place that she wanted to be.

She had no idea how long she had been out there when she heard the front swing open and the springs of the door creek when it shut itself with a swing.

“Hey, if you’re going to be out here. You might as well have this”

She looked up and gratefully took the cup of tea out of Santiago’s hand as he sat beside her on the step.

“They should be here by now”

“They may have gotten caught up”

“But with who?”

“Listen, the gunshots were not Rojas”

“How do we know?”

“If it was Rojas and he was on to us. We wouldn’t be here”

“Geez, that’s comforting” she chuckled

“It was probably a drug deal or a mugging that went wrong. They will be here”

“I can’t believe I left them like that”

“That’s the way they would want it. Gabriela” he told her strongly “Will, included”

“That’s beside the point” she sighed “They would never have left me”

He chuckled sweetly before she looked over at him confused. She had never heard him laugh before

“Those rules are a little different with you”

“Why?”

“Because it’s you”

“That doesn’t make sense”

“To you maybe”

“Don’t be a jerk”

“I’m not” he laughed

“I think we need to keep moving. As much as I hate to say it”

“Means we’ll be in the jungle a lot longer”

“You sayin’ I can’t handle it?” she teased

“Gabriela, you know why I’m concerned”

“I’ll be fine, Santiago”

He looked over at her surprised. She had only once called him that, in all the years that they had known one another.

He spotted headlights up the dirt road and nodded his head in that direction. She looked over and sighed in relief. He didn’t even think that she realized that she done it. He left her and went back into the house without saying another word.

She didn’t say anything neither, when they parked the car and climbed the stairs. They wouldn’t admit to it but it was nice having someone waiting for them on the front porch.

Will walked up first. She mouthed ‘thank you’ before he smiled and winked at her. Frankie walked up the stairs, kissed her on top of her head and kept walking. Sebastian however, sat beside her.

“The cops caught up with us”

“They what?”

“About the club” he chuckled sweetly “We told them we were there but didn’t see anything. We just got out of there”

“Did they buy it?”

“Helped that I told them I was with a bunch of tourists” he teased

“Shut up” She bumped his shoulder playfully

“It worked”

“We’re going to get out of your hair”

“No”

“Yes”

“Gab”

“We have to keep moving”

“Listen, you got them a plane. Frankie is a pilot. Give them the address of the cabin and you. Luna, you stay here”

She gently took his face in her hands and shook her head

“You know I can’t do that”

“You’re going into a jungle. You”

“I’m going to fine, Baby. I’m fine”

“Just because you have pushed it down. Doesn’t mean you have dealt with it”

“It’s a few days surrounded by a bunch of men I trust. Its completely different. It’s all going to be fine”

He leant over kiss the tip of her nose. Sebastian didn’t tell her know that she had a nightmare the night before.

She was still dreaming about it.

She sat on the edge on Sebastian’s bed repacking her backpack. She was nervous, not that she would ever admit to that. Everybody had been quiet. Either getting their game face on or getting their minds ready. She wished she had that skill, but she didn’t. She knew this was going to suck. Getting back in their newly stolen car, at least it was only one this one. There was five of them, no reason to take anything more than they needed.

Suddenly something banged on the floor. There was a very well-worn pair of hiking boots at her feet. She smiled up at him.

“They are better than the girly shoes you have on right now”

“They’re not girly. They are ballet flats, and I didn’t know I was going hiking”

“I’m just glad I kept them”

“You kept all my stuff. You need to make room for yourself, it’s your house”

“Or you could just stay” he told her quietly

“Baby”

“There is no need for you not too.”

“You know I can’t do that”

“I know” he sighed sitting next to her “I had to try”

“Any other time I would say yes in a heartbeat”

“You know how I feel, right?”

“I do and I feel the same way, with my whole heart. I’m going to come back once I get them all out of this. I’m going to quit my job and come back here and we can figure out the rest”

“Just get through the next few days and call me once that plane lands in Canada”

He got down on the floor and put the boots on her feet and tied the laces, maybe a little too aggressively but she knew it wasn’t aimed at her. It was concern rather than anger

“I promise” she said softly

“I swear if this wasn’t for Frankie being here. I’d lock you in that damn barn”

“If it wasn’t Frankie, I wouldn’t be here at all”

He gently placed her feet back on the floor before offering his hand and pulling her off the bed, wrapping his arms around her tight

“If Gunner touches a hair on your head get all four guys to break his hands”

“Please with those guys. They would fly him over a chasm and drop him down” she joked “I’ll be fine”

There was a small knock on the doorframe. They both spun around and smiled at Benny

“Do you want me to take your bag?”

“Thanks Benny” she said reaching over handing her bag to him and not quiet letting go of Sebastian “I’ll be down in a few minutes”

Benny made his way downstairs and outside to the guys and the car. Santiago was looking annoyed more and more as the seconds ticked by.

“She’ll be here in a minute”

“We’re going to lose the light”

“It’s eight in the morning, Pope” Frankie told him quietly

“Doesn’t make it less true”

“Five minutes, man”

He didn’t say anything, but he hopped into the driver’s seat and fought the urge to press the horn. Instead, he took a deep breath and calmed his heartbeat. Once they were on the road, he was going to feel a whole lot better. At least that’s what he told himself

The trekked through thick jungle it had rained just before they had gotten there, it was both a good and a bad thing, but it was still better then being in a car driving anymore than they already had over the past week.

They always placed her between them. Two in front and two behind. She wondered if they even realized that they did it. Had they been in the job so long that it was second nature.

Frankie watched her as she walked behind Benny.

Suddenly she felt Frankie hold her hand before she looked up at him surprised

“You’ve been quiet today”

“Haven’t meant to be. Sorry”

“No, its fine”

“I’m okay, Frank” she chuckled sweetly “I promise”

“I think we better stop before we lose the light” Will called out

They didn’t really say much to each other after that. She guessed there was no need too.

She sat on her sleeping bag and planned to use her pack back as a pillow. She reached for her pack of cigarettes but before she had even lit up. Santiago took the packet out of her hand and threw it straight into the dense jungle. She stared in the same direction, wide eyed and mouth gaping

“What the fuck!”

“What happens if you spark a fire just cos you need a fix?”

“We’re all saved from your tomfoolery” she answered

“Tomfoolery? What is this Victorian England?’

“Go find them”

“Not a chance, Princesa”

“Don’t call me that”

“Reina?” he asked raising an eyebrow. She tried to suppress a smile but failed miserably “Yeah, thought you might like that”

Gabby only knew a little Spanish from what she picked up from around the place, but she knew what he had just called her

Queen.

“You’re annoying, Garcia”

“Feeling is mutual, Gabs”

“Maybe we’d all be better off if they just slept together already” Benny said under his breath

“Yep” Frankie answered quickly

Although they knew where they were. They were all looking forward to the time their heads could hit the pillow and all hoped it wouldn’t be a long night.

Thank God, they didn’t have to carry the money with them

She woke up in the pitch-dark hearing the bird calls and the animals scurrying around them. It felt too familiar. The smell of the wet soil and the sound of the trees swaying. Suddenly she wasn’t there anymore. Suddenly it was hotter. The air was thicker, and she was dizzy. She felt sick.

Gabby’s eyes flew open as she shot up in her sleeping bag

She looked around at all the guys sleeping peacefully. She was thankfully that none of them had noticed. The last thing any of them needed was to be worried that she was losing her mind.

She had to remind herself where she actually was and who she was with

#frankie morales #romanticism #santiago garcia #triple frontier #will miller #benny miller #santiago garcia x oc #netflix #ben miller #charlie hunnam #garrett hedlund #pedro pascal #oscar isaac #the chain

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catwithyellowwings · 1 year ago

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Kelly Lord x OFC (Angela Higgins)

Please be gentle. English is not my native language. I'm still learning it, so there's probably a bunch of mistakes 🙈

Synth-pop sounds came from an old tape recorder. Humming familiar lines to herself, Angela dusted the bookshelves in her own small apartment near of London. Only recently, having moved out of her native nest, the girl was still trying to establish her own way of life. The strict father insisted that a woman must be able only to clean and cook. It was to this that he taught his daughter, whom he provided with her own home when she barely turned twenty. Her mother had not allowed him to do this before, but she died a few months ago. Since then, the relationship between daughter and father has become even cooler than before. Angela didn't take offense at her parent. The man always wanted to have a son, but fate decreed that his only child was a girl. Suddenly, in the middle of the chorus of another song, a loud doorbell rang. Turning off the music, Higgins threw a rag into a bucket and went to meet the guest.

"Angie, open up; it's me," was heard on the other side, and the girl quickly recognized a familiar voice. It was the middle of Albert Lord's sons. Once upon a time, her dad ran some kind of business with him. That's when the girl met three such different boys. While Lenny looked more like his father's right-hand man and Gene, due to his age, hung around with their mother Mint Ma more often, Kelly tried to somehow attract the attention of his parents to himself. But they almost always had no time for him.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time." Opening the door and letting the guest inside, Angela began a dialogue. "How are it doing in the family business?"

"As usual, complicated," shifting from one foot to the other, Kelly replied and ran his hand through hair. This made his dark blond curls even more disheveled. "Do you mind if I stay with you for a while?"

"Did you have a fight with your father again?" Realizing the most obvious of possible options, the girl asked. She received an indistinct nod and a nervous twitch of Lord's shoulder. "So be it; come in. You know, these doors are always open for you".

"You're the best, Angie." Perhaps for the first time in a few days, the guy threw a sincere smile and immediately went to the kitchen.

Taking the bottle of whiskey, he splashed a little into a couple of glasses and, before putting the bottle back in place, sipped a little from the bottle. After putting the glasses on the table, Kelly sat down on the chair closest to the window and, resting his elbows on the table-top, buried his head in his palms. Thoughts and emotions were raging inside him now; his active brain was diligently coming up with plans for subsequent actions, but nothing worthwhile came to him.

"Kel, tell me what's bothering you," Higgins gently insisted, placing her hands on his shoulders. At that moment, she felt her friend's muscles twitch for a second and immediately relax. "Don't accumulate negativity in yourself".

"No matter how hard I try to prove to my father that I am a worthy son of our family, it's never enough for him," Kelly muttered almost without changing his position. "He is not satisfied with my ideas, although he does not openly tell me this. I don't pretend to anything special, Angie," the guy abruptly raised his head to meet his friend's gaze. "After my father, Len will be the head of Lords, but I…"

"You want to be useful," Angie conjectured. "So that your family treats you as an equal".

"Of course, I'm not a genius like Gene, but I'm also useful to business. Everything I do, I do for my family. Why don't they notice it?"

"No matter how smart your parents are, Mint Ma and Albert are sometimes completely blind to some things," Angela sighed, continuing to unconsciously stretch Kelly's shoulders. "I believe you. Have you tried talking to them? Well, or at least with Mint Ma? I know she loves the three of you".

"My father told me not to talk bullshit and sent me to another case with Len," Lord finally answered, straightening up completely. "Mom just pointed me to the door with her head right after that. I didn't have time to answer them; they immediately switched to another conversation".

After this short confession, the guy drained his glass in one gulp, and Angie sat down in the chair next to him.

"Someday they'll understand what a good son and helper you are for the family," Higgins said, twirling the second glass in her hands. "And Lords are not used to hiding and being on the sidelines. Your family has always been and will always be at the center of events. I'm sure you'll be able to declare yourself, and your parents will understand what a treasure they've had in front of their noses all this time".

To hear such words for Kelly was painful but pleasant. Gradually, his nervous system calmed down, and anxiety also decreased, giving way to the typical behavior of the average Lord: flirting. He smiled at his friend again, but now without a shadow of sadness, to which he received a warm smile in response. For several years, it has been Angela who warms the guy on the coldest English nights. Therefore, it was to her that Kelly instinctively reached out, gently but confidently he placing his palm on Angie's cheek. Seeing how the friend's behavior was returning to normal, the girl leaned slightly on the touch, closing her eyes for a couple of moments. Just those seconds were enough for Lord to close the distance between them and press his lips against hers. Reflexively opening her eyes from such an action, Higgins began to answer, closing her eyes from pleasure. At first, the kiss was slow and seemingly innocent, but gradually the temperature in the room began to rise. Under the influence of the moment, they got up from chairs, wanting to snuggle up to their partner's body as soon as possible. Kelly's hands immediately grabbed Angela, helping her to sit on the table and at the same time almost spilling whiskey from the second glass. Taking advantage of a small hitch to restore breathing, the girl also drained the drink in one gulp, feeling how it inflames her even more. Removing the glass closer to the wall, Higgins this time reached out first for a kiss, which was met with the same fire.

"I need you," Lord confessed in a whisper, briefly tearing himself away from the desired lips. His hands were already habitually studying the body opposite, confidently climbing under a knit sweater. Under the soft fabric was almost as soft velvety skin, which was covered with goosebumps from his touching.

"I'm here, Kel, with you." She gently guided his head to her neck, where the guy left a few wet kisses, and then moved on to the barely exposed collarbones.

Further conversations were unnecessary. Pulling off her sweater, Angela, without looking, threw it on the windowsill and began to unbutton the buttons on Kelly's shirt. He had been paying attention to the exposed parts of her body all this time, forcing her to arch slightly with pleasure. Hands, lips, and tongues were used, and at some point even teeth. They both wanted the same thing and wanted to take full advantage of every minute. This wasn’t the first time when a couple of friends clearly crossed the friendly line, allowing themselves a little more than they should. However, they were completely satisfied with it. The bed (and sometimes another surface) did not become an obstacle to the continuation of the friendship between the middle Lord and Higgins. Perhaps it was this that brought them closer together even more. Now they could relieve stress with a friend, not only with words but also with deeds. Everyone had their advantages.

"You're so beautiful," gradually descending with kisses lower and lower, Kelly admired her from the bottom up. "So kind, helpful, smart…"

"Less talking, more fucking, Lord" The girl demanded impatiently. By that time, there were no thoughts in Kelly's head about the recent quarrel with his parents; everything was focused only on Angie, who looked very tempting now. "Let's leave all this for later. We have more important things to do".

"Not here," Kelly said and grinned contentedly. Quickly getting to his feet, he picked up Angie, allowing her to wrap her legs around his torso and arms around his neck. Such an action caused a giggle from Higgins, which was interrupted by a demanding kiss that forced her to moan, involuntarily snuggling closer. Almost without looking, when he reached the bedroom, Kelly laid Angela on the mattress and stopped for a few seconds to admire the picture that opened up in front of him.

"For today you are mine," Lord declared, looking at the desired girl with a misty gaze, "and you will like it".

#kelly lord x reader #kelly lord #a town called malice #daniel sharman imagine #daniel sharman

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sheena-yuet · 1 year ago

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I heard you wanted prompts for G!Wilbur, I'm happy to oblige, sorry for any grammatical mistakes.

Wilbur isn't human he's never been human.

Hes been simply using a disquise so he can study the earthlings, unfortunately he's became to much of a hit on earth and eventually made friends with people who also have all eyes on them.

So he has to leave the bracelet that gives him the illusion of a human and the very small height of one on, passed it recommend usage.

He knows one day it will bite him is the butt but he didn't realise that day would be today.

While joining in with a vlog for Tommy's channel, him philza and Tommy explore the woods looking for supposed cryptids.

Wilbur's braclet begins to beep alerting him that a new battery is needed, but Wilbur doesn't have a new battery as the usage was only supposed to be bare minimum and not excessive.

He can't let them discovery what he is, not because it will harm him or his kind but he fears they will fear him see him as a monster.

So without thinking, which is surprising as his kind is known for thinking maybe earth's customs were rubbing of on him more then he thought.

He made his way further into the woods, no suprise that Philza and Tommy followed worriedly.

Tommy can clearly see Wilbur pale face and his behaviour suggest somethings wrong so he calls of the vlog, Wilbur follows them back due to him not having a choice in the matter as every time he stopped Tommy stopped and retreated back to him, he was rather clinging.

Wilbur believed he had more time unfortunately he didn't his bracelet made a louder sound now loud enough for humans ears, philza and Tommy stand at the exit of the large forest, lookin around until their eyes land on Wilbur as they determine the strange sound is coming from him.

Wilbur's body seers with pain as he body begins to grow back to its original height due to the rapid change, he stumbles backwards squashing the trees behind him, he grabs his head breifly, before quickly staring down making sure he didn't hurt his friends, he is practically sitting up on a bunch of large trees that would have been hundreds of years old as if they were blades of grass.

He focus his eyes to see the two small figures, Tommy face read confusion but mixed with amazement and Phil's he never wished to see that look on him especially directed at him, fear and protectiveness of Tommy,he viewed Wilbur as a threat and he understood why.

(Wilbur's species is actually the third smallest species in the galaxy where as earth is the first, Wilbur speices where born with super seeing and hearing and they are considered one of the most intelligent speices in the galaxies, Wilbur was hired like a scientist to see if humans are qualified to be consider sentient enough on their standards not humans, and Wilburs originally conclusion based on intelligence they weren't, but his report is still on going.)

Did I make up all this on the spot in 10 min because you wanted something, Yes I did.

Feel free to change or use however you want to or not use it, it doesn't matter.

ANOTHER STUNNING STORY WRITTEN BY @apersonstories

ohhhh I LOVE the scene where the tiny watching their giant friend slowly showing their true identity in the most awkward way.

Like the giant may lost their best frd because of this .Imagine the tiny's view, its quite terrify. Seeing ur frd growing into a 'monster' Like the whole moment is SO INTENSE . Anddddd i always love that when the giant shifted back to their original size, they may have a growing-pain or headache orrr they feel super dizzy. So they can't really notice a lot of things around them. But still they are trying their best not to hurt their tiny friend :'00000

#giant/tiny #g/t #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #giant tiny #giant and tiny #inbox response #g/t community #gt #g!wilbur #t!tommy #t!phiza

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vewyscawywriting · 2 years ago

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The Lesson

Fandom: Naruto

Pairing: Sasori x female reader

Wordcount: 2228

Tags: Punishment, double penetration, anal, blowjob (?), orgasm denial, overstimulation

Summary: After Hidan, Deidara and you make fun of Sasori for being "dickless" you go to his room to apologise. Only to be taught a lesson by the puppeteer about pleasure and it affecting your choices.

Deidara, Sasori, Hidan, Kakuzu and you were at the hideout, resting from a mission, and that meant partying and/or relaxing. Kakuzu had a glass of whiskey and then fucked off to his room, while Sasori stuck around a little longer.

His mistake really, because Hidan had decided that the drunk conversation topic of the day was sex. After talking it over like a bunch of hormonal teenagers Deidara suddenly and with great clarity realized that Sasori, as a puppet, was very likely unable to have sex, which he of course blurted out to the group. Of course that information needed to be explored, and it wasn't long before the three of you were asking the poor puppeteer all kinds of intimate questions. And for a man with 'no emotions' he sure looked pretty pissed.

"So you're dickless then?" Hidan asked, glancing at Sasori's crotch with a suspicious eye. "That's got to be the dumbest fucking decision you've ever made in your life, huh?"

Sasori didn't respond, standing up to walk to his room, annoyed at the noise.

"Come on, Saso," you added on, "is it true you don't feal anything as well?"

Deidara was just standing next to the two of you, nodding and making an 'hm!' sound after each of your questions to make Sasori know he too was wondering about this.

"Shut up and let me through, you brats." Sasori finally hissed, and Hidan yelled out in laughter.

"It's true! It's true! Puppet-bitch can't feel and doesn't even have a dick! What an idiot!"

Deidara and you were stunned for a second, but the alcohol and Hidan's dumb laugh made both of you let out a small chuckle as well. The narrowing of Hiruko's eyes and a small growl didn't sit right with you however, and as he went to his room for some peace and quiet you decided to follow him for an apology. Deidara and Hidan had decided on a dumb little game and didn't even realize you had left after him.

"Sasori?" you asked as you knocked on his door, "It's me..."

You entered and looked around. The room was dark, and you needed a little moment to adjust. The moment you did you realized puppets were all over the walls, weapons and limbs hanging from the ceiling and vials piled on top of live spider and scorpion cages. "Shit," you hissed, instantly sobering up at the sight.

"What is it?" his smooth voice came from his desk where he had taken a seat, but you couldn't quite make him out.

"I came to apologise." you said, and shivered as you finally saw well enough to make out his face. He was out of Hiruko, and his cold eyes were narrowed. You had only seen his real form once or twice, and were always blown away by how beautiful he was.

"Apologise." he repeated. "How funny. You think you've offended me? I chose this form for a reason, and I've never once regretted it. I expected this sort of pathetic talk from Hidan and the brat, but I didn't think you'd be quite so stupid."

You just stood in front of him, fidgeting slightly. He might say he wasn't offended, but the glare in his eyes sure told you he did not take kindly to your earlier teasing.

"Well, I mean that's why I came to apologise-"

"Close the door."

You made a sound in surprise, but before you could make the impatient man wait your body was already moving towards the door. You realized the actions weren't your own, but Sasori controlling you.

The door closed with a small bump, and you gulped as your fingers locked the door without your consent. Was he going to punish you for making fun of him? Somehow the thought of running didn't even cross your mind as you made your way back to him. A strange feeling of anticipation buzzed inside of you, and when he asked: "So, in your opinion as a ninja... do you think it's a waste, Y/N?" a strange shiver went across your spine.

"Well, it's the smart choice," you squeaked, as your fingers started undressing yourself. An inkling of the punishment he had in mind for you formed in your mind.

"That is correct, brat." was your answer, as his eyes never left yours, boring a hole in you as he never blinked even once. Your face was heating up, sweat on your brow as you undressed further and further in front of him.

"Sasori, I-"

"Be quiet now, I'm going to teach you an important lesson."

The moment you were naked in front of him his eyes dragged down your body, his face never changing as he slightly moved his fingers, a new presence making itself known behind you. "Shit-" you gasped in surprise as one of Sasori's favourite puppets, the Kazekage, was suddenly behind you. Its hands grabbed your arms, pulling them behind you, and Hiruko came up in front of you, its tail hovering low in front of you. You made eye contact with Sasori for a single second before the tail swiftly made its way between your legs, the cool metal roughly touching your lower lips, which made a loud gasp escape your lips. Shame, pleasure and anticipation were all you felt as you realized how wet you already were, and it wasn't getting less as the tail pushed your body higher so that you were now hanging off the ground.

"Look at you," he murmured, a condescending little smirk on his face. "You don't even want to escape."

You bit your lip, not wanting to reply. The only thing you'd be able to do was prove him right, and you'd do it with an unsteady voice to boot. You didn't want to get off on Hiruko's metal scorpion tail, but it was pretty hard not to as it shuddered and moved under you, rubbing your lips raw as you wrapped your legs around it tightly. You remembered something about poison, but hoped it was just on the tip as you bucked and grinded against it. The Kazekage puppet held you tight, one hand with pointed fingers now running over your stomach as the other still held your hands behind your back.

"Very unsightly." Sasori said, lying. The Kazekage's sharp fingers found your clit, rubbing it harshly, before you were pulled off Hiruko's tail before you could finish.

You were hanging in the middle of the room now, caught with chakra threads and Sasori's stomach coil that wrapped around your legs, widening them to his sharp eyes. A shiver and a whine escaped you at this embarrassing pose, but you couldn't help but want for more.

"What do you have to say for yourself, brat?"

What did he want? You to tell him he was right, and that choosing to be unable to feel was the right thing in the off chance the enemy would use this against you? Or did he want you to beg for more?

You didn't want to go for the last option... but you had been so close... so very close to your finish just a second earlier.

"S-saso..." you gasped, clit throbbing as slick ran from your core. His eyebrows raised slightly at you, but no other emotions were on his face as he was regarding you like nothing was going on at all.

A phallic object was against your backside, and you wondered what it was since the Kazekage was once again behind you.

"Well?"

"Please give me more, Sasori! I'm so close~" you gasped out, arching against the puppet at your back. Eyes pleading and half lidded on him, hoping he'd take mercy on you.

"Pathetic." He said, but did take mercy on you, the object you'd felt against your backside now prodding against your sodden core, coating itself in your natural lubricant. You gasped and groaned as the makeshift dick slowly inched in, apparently attached to the Kazekage puppet and you whined as it spread your legs wide, giving Sasori a perfect front row view of your flushed lower lips stretching around the dick pushing inside of you.

You shivered and tightened, moaning as it pulled out, dragging across your walls before unflinchingly pushing back in all the way. Sasori made it start a slow, but unforgiving pace, pushing inside of you so deep you saw stars. His name fell from your mouth with every thrust and you tried to hold his gaze with yours, failing as your eyes rolled back when your g-spot was hit. From that point on the spot was hit with perfect accuracy, almost robotically and you almost yelled out your pleasure, so close to coming once again.

"Saso- Sasori, I'm-" you gasped, but before you could finish your sentence the Kazekage puppet withdrew from you. Angry and frustrated you growled, eyes finding Sasori's bored ones as he just looked at you, seemingly unaffected by both your pleasure or your anger. "You bastard, let me-!" The puppet was now in front of you, pushing the appendage inside of your mouth roughly, and you gagged on the length as you tried to pull away, ready to cuss the puppet master out for playing with you like this.

"This is a lesson, brat. Don't be impatient."

As if he wasn't the most impatient man on the planet.

You growled around the dick, thrashing in your restraints when you felt something prodding at both your backside and your front this time.

He was planning on filling all holes at once, huh? The thought made you moan, slobbering on the wooden dildo in your mouth. Meanwhile Sasori wasn't quite as unaffected as he appeared.

There was a buzz in his head and his breathing had picked up. At this particular point he cursed the fact that he had removed all capabilities of intercourse for himself altogether. It had made so much sense in the past; no more distractions for him, and he never imagined he would find someone worthy anyways.. but now that he had you here like this... it wasn't regret he felt, but it sure as hell came close.

For now he slowly ran his fingers over the only part of him that still made him human, shivering at the tingling feeling it produced, but unable to feel anything more. Next time... Next time he'd make sure he created a new attachment to himself he could feel with. Just for moments like these, and nothing else.

His stomach coil had unravelled, the end prodding your backside. Like everything he made it was poisoned, but nothing that would cut your 'lesson' short as it was only really effective if you took it in through your blood. Now it would only tingle and made you numb, which was actually perfect for what he was using it for now. You were moaning around the makeshift dick, arching back against the coil, while he had another puppet slowly inch into your throbbing core. With a snap all three objects were embedded deep inside you and you yelled out, sound muffled.

The thrusting was perfectly in sync and you pushed and arched, pulling against the restraints in vain as you chased your orgasm. It came faster than before, and this time you were finally pushed off the edge, panting through your nose as you yelled out your pleasure around the Kazekage. The dick was removed from your mouth, and you could finally voice your pleasure out loud, trying to keep the sounds in, knowing Hidan, Deidara and Kakuzu were in the hideout right now. Knowing the walls were paper thin... but you were unable to keep quiet at the onslaught of pleasure, being fucked through your orgasm roughly as you tried to get away to no avail.

"Sasori, Sasori please-" you gasped, not really knowing what you were begging for, but quickly approaching another orgasm as you realized he was fucking you with part of his own body now.

His ears and eyes were greedy, taking in all of your moves, your gasps of his name, the way you pushed back against his coil as he fucked you brutally to your second orgasm. Your back arching so hard he thought it might break. He was glad you weren't a puppet, and this thought both confused and frustrated him.

He stopped only for a second, your tightening making it hard to move, but the moment you loosened up a little more he manhandled you to the floor. The Kazekage was on top of you now, replacing the unknown puppet from before, thrusting inside of you with sharp, deep strokes as you moaned and drooled in overwhelming pleasure, barely able to hold on as you gasped and teared up from overstimulation.

"Saso- ri- I've.. I've learned- my lesson-!" you gasped out, but it was like he didn't hear you, making the Kazekage fuck you to your third orgasm. You came so hard you saw stars, actually squirting as you almost doubled over from the feeling. The orgasm was so intense it actually knocked you out for a few seconds, waking up to Sasori's face studying you intently.

"I sure hope you did, brat," he said, and it took you a minute to realize he was referring to the last thing you'd gasped out in your half delirious state. "I wouldn't want to have to teach you this lesson again."

Your eyes fluttered shut. Oh, you wouldn't mind, surely. Slowly you felt yourself being picked up by cold hands as you drifted off to sleep. No, you wouldn't mind at all.��

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