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ilovemesomevincentprice · 6 months ago
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Vincent Price and Marian Seldes - Half Hour To Kill; Freedom to Get Lost (1958)
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gurugirl · 5 months ago
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SHE LIKES TO WATCH | HOTHUSBAND!HARRY
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Summary: Harry and his wife have an interesting lifestyle but when they invite you over for a night of fun you realize you're more into it than you thought you'd be.
Word Count: 4,817
Warning: smut, cucking (sort of - minus degradation), hothusbanding, sharing of a partner, size kink, watching a partner have sex with someone else.
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Harry and Vana always threw wild parties. You’d known the Styles’ for a while and nearly every month since you’d met them they had big get-togethers that sometimes turned a little chaotic. For example, sometimes a friend would stay over with them and you wondered (others wondered too) if Harry and Vana had that friend over to play with for a threesome.
Harry and Vana were an interesting couple. You weren’t sure what to make of it. You liked them both. Harry flirted with everyone. Men and women alike. And sometimes you noted his flirtations were not so innocent. But Vana never seemed to mind. Which was confusing because you certainly wouldn't want your husband or partner to be grinding on someone else, running his fingers through their hair, whispering into their ear.
One of your friends said he thought they were swingers. An acquaintance said that his wife was a cuckquean (which was something you had to look up because you’d never heard of that before). But you didn’t know for sure because it wasn’t your business.
And that night Harry had his sights on you. He’d flirted with you before, kissed your hand once, and gave you one of those goodbye hugs that was overtly intimate and had you feeling all jittery and gooey. But this time was different. He kept talking to you closely, brushing his hand over your arm, your fingers, and your back, complimenting you. Grabbed your hip when you were dancing…
Harry ran his hand over the back of your neck and spoke into your ear, “Would you mind if I kissed you?”
You breathed out in disbelief as you eyed his wife just as she passed into the kitchen.
You were shocked! You turned to him with your eyes wide and fuck if he wasn’t so goddamn attractive you’d have slapped him across the face. Even if part of you really loved how he was touching you and the way he was staring at you all night but you just couldn’t stomach the thought of kissing a married man.
That had been your limit. You turned on your heel and walked up to his pretty wife as she cleaned the kitchen after half of their guests had gone home. You were going to end this nonsense once and for all.
“Your husband just asked if he could kiss me.” You stood back to look at her face and assess her reaction but she just smiled gently and pulled at your fingertips, “Did you want to kiss him?”
Your mouth dropped open and you looked behind yourself, Harry already standing there looking innocent, and then back to his wife, “What do you mean? He’s your husband! I just wanted to let you know he’s been flirting with me and that’s–“
“Oh, you’re cute,” Vana cooed and then looked over your shoulder at her husband, “She’s worried I’d get mad.”
Blinking your eyes in confusion you felt Harry’s hands on your shoulders and then his warm breath on the back of your ear, “She likes to watch and listen, Y/n. She wants to see what you and I would look like together. If you’re into it. Just a kiss. Doesn’t have to mean anything.”
It took a bit for your brain to wrap itself around his words and let them sink in. But when they did… boy were you feeling some kind of way. It wasn’t something you could quite put into words but it had you feeling spacy and hot.
But that’s how you found out that Vana and Harry were into sharing or hothusbanding. Another thing you’d never heard of. Hotwifing you’d heard of thanks to raunchy porn suggestions on your Twitter feed you never asked for. Vana liked watching her husband fuck other women or knowing he had fucked other women. You never were too wild or kinky with any of the people you slept with. Sharing had never been on your radar of limited interests and kinks. Until the Styles introduced you to it.
It started off with kissing Harry in front of his wife that first night. You let yourself get wrapped in his arms as he softly worked his lips against yours and then he pressed you into the kitchen counter and you felt the thud of his heart under your palm as you pressed your hand into his chest.
And it excited you. It felt so strange to have someone watching you but also… so thrilling.
“If you want to do this with us let me know. We’ve got next Friday night free.” Harry told you as he walked you out to your car before kissing you again. His wife watched from the door.
You nearly chickened out too. It was a lot. You didn’t know if you’d really be into it once things started to get heated. But Harry and Vana assured you they’d only go as far as you wanted. If you wanted. There was no pressure. But it was clear they wanted you.
So you obliged and showed up at their house that Friday all fresh and nervous.
Vana greeted you with a hug. She was wearing a loose-fitted t-shirt and bike shorts. “I’m glad you came.”
The two of you sat down at their kitchen table and Vana made small talk, which helped calm you a bit. It felt like you were just friends having a normal chat. Until Harry walked in. He was wearing jeans and a cream sweater, sleeves bunched up to his elbows, and his hair looked like he’d already had sex. He kept his gaze on you as he sat down next to Vana and she looked at her husband with a grin.
“How are you feeling?” Harry’s first words to you that night.
“I’m okay. Kind of nervous. We’ll see, ya know?” You laughed.
Harry nodded and moved a big hand up to the back of Vana’s neck, “Okay. We’ll take it one step at a time. See if you like being watched. Vana’s ready to share me with you so you don’t need to worry about her. We’ve been through all this before. Have had a few others come around. We don’t typically keep anyone long-term but have no problems being friends after. Some get jealous or can’t handle that I’m loyal to Vana first and foremost. She’s my wife so she has the final say over everything.”
You nodded as you listened to Harry spell out the details and ground rules. Vana was the one that got them into the “scene” in the first place. He didn’t share the nitty gritty with you but there was a medical problem that made it so that Vana didn’t enjoy having sex as often as they once did. And even before her issue, she’d always pushed for having threesomes with other women and would often wind up watching in fascination.
“It’s just something we’ve both come to really like,” Harry spoke, his fingers still gently running up and down the nape of Vana’s neck.
“And it’s one of the only things that turns me on. Watching him with someone else. Or knowing he’s with someone else. Sometimes he meets people outside of the house and comes back to me with pictures or videos. It makes me feel human when I get aroused. It’s like I need to watch him making someone else feel like that and it’s… I can’t explain it really but I do get this surge of lusty jealousy? But it’s not jealousy like with anger. Just something that’s welcome in a way.”
Vana explained it’s almost like cucking but without the degradation (she didn’t like being degraded or disrespected) because she liked watching but also enjoyed picking the person and having some element of control.
Harry reached across the table and moved his fingers over your knuckles, “You still want to go through with it?”
Nodding you let out a breath, “I think so. Yeah.”
You were sure you were insane for it but you were intrigued.
He pulled away and stood up from his chair, “Let’s go into the master bedroom. We’ll get comfortable in there together and see what happens.”
You followed Harry into the bedroom, Vana behind you. The bed took up a good deal of space. A soft armchair was in the corner of the room facing the bed. You didn’t know exactly what to expect but you assumed Harry’s wife would be sitting there.
Harry gestured toward the bed, “You can stay dressed if you like or take your clothes off. Just do what’s comfortable.”
You opted to stay dressed. Until you were sure things were happening.
Harry moved in next to you on the bed, your feet dangling off the side as Vana sat in the chair and crossed her legs.
“I can stand outside of the door for a bit while you get started if it makes you feel better,” she offered, “I like listening just as much as watching.”
You shook your head, “I don’t think… I mean, it’s fine like this. I think.”
Harry laughed and placed a hand on your thigh, “That’s all right. If you change your mind just say so.”
You looked into Harry’s dazzling green eyes as he smoothed his palm over your leg and up to your hip, “You’re so pretty, Y/n. I’ve thought so since the first time I met you. Vana told me I should hook up with you months ago but I wasn’t sure you’d be right for it.”
You licked your lips and moved your gaze to his mouth as he spoke, “But I think you’ll be perfect for this now that I’ve gotten to know you a bit.”
You could feel your heart rate pick up as he leaned in closer, his hand on your hip, “Can I kiss you?”
A quick nod yes and you were enveloped by him in an instant. Like he was waiting for the yes to attack.
His hot mouth smeared against yours and made you woozy. Hands pushing you further into the bed and whispers against your lips that you were sure only you could hear.
“You’re gonna feel so good… so sweet for me… she’s gonna love watching how good I make you feel…”
You were getting dizzy as you let your tongue swirl against his and you smoothed your hand under his sweater to feel the steamy skin of his chest.
And as his lips pressed between yours, you felt the virile muscle and hair on his chest when his sweater rose up. He pulled it off and your eyes didn’t know where to look first. Dark inky designs on his chest and arms, muscled pecs and abs, warm skin…
You felt his hands on the bottom hem of your shirt, lifting, as he pressed his lips against yours again.
You wanted to get out of your clothes. Wanted to see more of him and find out what would come next. You didn’t know if you’d go all the way but in that moment, you were fine with wherever the night took you. The switch had happened so fast. From being unsure if you wanted any clothes off to needing to rid yourself of all the layers so you could feel his hands on your skin.
Harry’s mouth and his moans were like an aphrodisiac. He kissed you like he needed his mouth on your skin for air. You helped him tug your shirt off when his lips drew down your neck and he caged you in by your hips, “Got me so hard, Y/n. This fucking body… Want to eat you alive…”
You moaned and lifted your hips as he traced his mouth down your skin until he was stopped by your waistband. Lifting his gaze up to yours you moved your hand to the button of your jeans and unplucked it, “You can take them off.”
A low moan, that sounded similar to a growl fell from his chest as he worked your jeans down your legs and then you felt his big palms smooth up your shins, to your knees, and then your thighs before he dipped back down to finish bringing his lips over your hips and to the elastic band of your panties.
It was soft kisses over your skin and then to the insides of your thighs as he pushed your legs apart just enough to fit his face between them.
Pushing yourself up to get a better look your eyes came into contact with Vana’s. She was watching the whole thing from her chair, lips parted, and eyes dark on yours.
Your attention was pulled back to Harry when you felt his tongue trail up the inside of your thigh to the crotch of your panties. The overgrown stubble on his face scratched at your soft skin as he ran his tongue up each side and nuzzled into your crotch.
When he looked up at you with his seafoam eyes and raspberry lips you stuffed your fingers into his hair, just so you could feel it between your fingers.
“Can I eat you out, Y/n? Smells so good.”
You nodded and immediately his fingers were looping into the waistband of your thong and he tugged them down your legs and off in haste.
You gasped at how quickly he rid you of your last item of clothing but as soon as you felt his mouth connect with your cunt you dropped your back into the mattress and gurgled a loud moan.
He slid his lips and tongue over you slowly, unscrewing the last bit of tension and doubt you had about having someone watch. Having his wife watch. In fact, there was something so illicit and so titillating about having Vana there.
He’d bracketed you in with his arms to keep you still as his tongue and mouth worked you into a frenzy. Wiggling, whining, wet. You couldn’t help the sounds coming from your throat or the way your fingers pulled at his brown hair.
But the sound of your pussy being eaten right in front of his wife just made everything far hotter than it might have been if you two were alone.
“Oh fuck! Oh… sssshhit!” You panted.
Harry moaned against your clit and then he slid an arm away from one of your thighs and you felt the slow stroking of his fingertips running up and down your drenched pussylips.
And like it was second nature, you rolled down against his fingers and pressed the tip of his digits inside to feel it.
It was a signal you wanted more. So Harry obliged, dipping his fingers inside of you through to his knuckles before he began fingering your pussy in a steady, seductive pace.
You wondered how many women he’d done it to. How many he had finger fucked and eaten out right in front of his wife. Wondered how many he’d fucked with his cock. Whatever that number, he was good. Really fucking good.
And you were tipped over the edge when he slurped and flicked his tongue over your puffy bud and pumped his long fingers inside of you to coax your orgasm out of you. You had your mouth opened wide, desperate moans falling from your throat as your body relented to Harry’s fingers and his lips as you came.
“Can’t even speak it’s so good, huh? Only giving me those pretty moans. Listen to her Vana. She’s fucking crying…”
You could hardly react to his words other than to whimper as you began to settle and eventually melt, his fingers slowly pulsing inside of you until he ran his thumb over your sensitive clit and you pressed your thighs together quickly and rolled to the side, his fingers sliding out of you.
“Got my hand and face soaked, Y/n. Who knew you were such a messy thing? Knew you’d love this…” you felt his hand on your hip, pulling you back toward him.
Your chest heaved as you pushed yourself up, still floaty and ears stuffed with cotton as you looked from Harry to his wife, a shy smile on your face.
“How do you feel?” Vana spoke.
Nodding you caught your breath, “That was… yeah. Very good. Still tingly…” you laughed.
Vana grinned widely, “Good. That’s what we want. You’re really pretty with Harry’s mouth on you. Even I’m all wet now after watching that.”
“And you’re still okay too?” You asked her, just to be sure.
“More than okay. I’d love to see how you two look having sex, though. If you’re up for it.”
You looked at Harry who had his brows raised at you, waiting for your answer. A nod and a small laugh puffed from your lips, “Okay.”
Harry began to unbutton his pants, moving from the bed to stand to get them down his legs. He watched you closely as he palmed at his hard cock, the prominent bump at the front indicating you were going to be in for a nice treat.
Vana stood up and tugged at Harry’s boxer briefs and you noticed she was holding a condom, “Wish you didn’t have to use this. One day I want to see you creampie a pretty girl for me.”
Harry grabbed his wife by the front of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss and you watched their tongues clash together before he let go and Vana returned to her seat, tucking her legs underneath herself.
You didn’t mean to be dramatic but when Harry’s briefs were discarded to the floor you gasped and sat up, eyes focused on the meaty, swollen organ that hung heavy and thick.
Dimples scored into his cheeks as he placed the condom over himself and Vana laughed, “It’s nice, isn’t it? Everyone reacts like that when they see it. Women love his cock. You’ll feel every bit of that inside of you too.”
You swallowed as Harry got back onto the bed next to you and pulled you down to your side, his lips pressed to yours. You felt his hand grip at your thigh and drag it over his hip, pulling you close against him so you could feel his cock nudging against you and then drag through your labia.
It was slow and sweet, the kiss. But if anyone else were to peer into that room they’d disagree. It was filthy and debauched. You were lying with a married man as his cock slid against you and his wife watched from her chair in the corner.
“You want me to fuck you, Y/n. Make you come on my cock while Vana watches?”
You moaned into his mouth, “Yes. Fuck me.”
He smiled against your lips and gripped your thigh tight before he pushed you flat and he was suddenly over you, thighs against yours as you spread your legs and he pressed his tip into you before pulling all the way out, “You sure?”
Nodding you moaned, “Yeah.”
He smirked, raising his head to look at his wife as he finally dipped back in, slowly pushing through your walls and moaning with every inch he fed you. You kept your eyes on his chest and his jaw as he watched Vana’s face. Like he needed to imagine it was her he was tucking himself into.
And it was a salacious, pleasing stretch. When his hips pressed into yours and he dragged himself back and then plunged in again you moaned at the way he filled you and filled you again. He thrusted in and in and then you let out a cracked moan and finally, he looked back down at you, the girl he was actually fucking.
He sucked in through his teeth as he let his pupils examine your face and then your breasts and tummy and then the obscene view of his cock submerging into you, “Look at you taking it so well. Looks like that barely fits but sounds like you like it, Y/n.”
You nodded and inhaled sharply, “Fuck… yes!”
Your mind was swirling and ebbing with thoughts between how good Harry felt ramming into you, how hot it was to have his wife watching, to wondering if you’d recover from this and be able to move on after. You could tend to be attached quickly and sex wasn’t something casual for you normally.
But then Harry’s hand smoothed over your nipple and he grasped your breast softly in his palm with his mouth parted and you could see how much he was enjoying you. How he liked the way you felt under him. You could hear the sound of Vana moaning but you couldn’t take your eyes off Harry’s face as he began to force himself in deeper, harder, faster. His abs clenched and his chest flushed as he fucked you into the mattress. The mattress he and his wife slept on together… you all but forgot any worries you had because your brain was mushy peas as he drove into your pussy; it seemed to wipe out all pertinent thoughts other than that you were getting railed and it felt like heaven.
“She’s so wet for your cock, Harry. How does it feel inside of her?” Vana cooed.
Harry grunted and slowed his rutting hips as he sat back, keeping you flush against his hips as he grabbed onto your thighs and pulled you with him. Your back was arched over his thighs as he kept plunging himself in, “She’s so tight and warm, Vana. Her body looks so hot getting fucked too. Looks so good with my cock inside of her like this, her perfect pussy is just sucking me in. She needs to come so bad.”
You gasped when his thumb slid against your aching clit. Harry’s eyes were on yours when you focused back in on his face, “Look how pretty she is on my cock. I knew she would be. So sensitive too,” he gritted.
“Mmm… god that looks like it feels so good. So fucking jealous she can feel you like this, Harry. Make her come. I want to see her face. See how much she loves it.”
You were conscious but you were so far gone. All your body and your mind knew was how delicious everything felt as your orgasm started to slowly blossom. Harry stroked over your bud, up and down with pressure that built and built and built as he continued fucking into you.
The sound of smacking flesh filled the room, wet squelches with every thrust, and the soft moan of Vana as she enjoyed the show.
Harry’s fingers pinched into your hips as he held you tight with one hand, pasting your pussy against the base of his cock as he rutted into you, while he used his other hand to run his fingers over your clit.
You were powerless to it. You began to tremble and cry as your pussy clenched over him and your orgasm uncoiled from your tummy.
“Oh that’s so pretty, fuck, Harry, look at her.”
He was looking at you. Watching your face twist up in bliss as you came all over his cock. Wave after wave as he fucked into you made you delirious and you reached for his arm and held on, “Oh god… oh god… need that, Harry! Need you!”
Your words didn’t mean much. You were in the throes of your orgasm and neither Harry nor his wife minded your pronouncements. Sometimes even Harry would get into it and say things he didn’t mean because that was sex. It kind of did something to the brain in the moment of peak ecstasy.
When you felt him pulling out and warm hands grazed over your hips and your tummy, up to your breasts and face you fluttered your eyes open to see Harry grinning down at you, “Felt good didn’t it? You’re a pro at this already, Y/n. Got you off so fast, sweetheart.”
You laughed softly and nodded, “Guess I did come really fast.”
“Mind if I get you in doggy so I can get off too? Or do you just wanna lie like this while I finish myself off?”
You swallowed and pushed yourself up, “I can change positions. That’s fine.”
Turning yourself over to get on all fours, Harry guided your angle so you were face to face with Vana and then you felt his mouth on the back of your neck, on your shoulder blades, and down your spine until you felt him gripping your hips and pushing you down so your face was smushed into the comforter and you were no longer looking at his wife.
When you felt his cock press back in, spreading you open he moaned and got to it right away; thrusting in and all the way out, in and then holding you flush against his hips.
“Vana, fuck her pussy feels so good. Want to keep her for a bit,” Harry watched as his cock disappeared into you as he spoke to his wife, “Maybe next week if she’s up for more… fuck. Gonna need to feel this again.”
You started to feel that floaty, faraway mushiness again as Harry began to punch into you. His voice getting further and further away as your limbs began to quiver.
“I’d love that. Love to have her on your cock as much as you want, Harry,” Vana moaned as she reveled in the way Harry was so fucked out of his mind with you.
You hissed when he began to pound into you and your thighs couldn’t hold you up any longer. Slowly you began to slide down as Harry fucked into you with his long cock and strong legs flexing against you, until you were flat on your tummy with Harry moaning and ramming into you, hips crashing into your ass.
You felt his hard dick begin to throb and twitch as he whined your name, “Oh god… Y/n, baby… fuck you’re gonna… fuck Y/n…”
With your eyes closed and Harry’s fat dick lodged deep in your cunt he tensed and stilled his hips as he began to pump hot come into his condom.
“God Harry, that feels so good for you, baby… she’s so good for your cock isn’t she?”
You couldn’t hear Harry’s response as he pressed his chest into your back, but you could feel the vibrations of his voice as he spoke.
He was heavy on you. You could feel his chest filling with air as he breathed deeply and then suddenly you were cold as he slid out of you and off your body. You rolled over and sat up to see him grasping Vana’s face with one hand and kissing her hard, the fingers on his other hand sliding against the crotch of her bike shorts, and then a smile from him as he whispered something to her and she laughed.
They both looked at you, pleased expressions on their faces.
“Would you be up for more another day?” Vana asked as Harry disappeared into the ensuite bathroom.
“Um… yeah. It’s okay more than once?”
Vana shrugged, “Sometimes it’s fine. As long as you don’t expect an emotional connection we’re up for you coming over or him meeting you at your place.”
“At my place?”
Harry stepped out of the bathroom with a towel and sat next to you, his briefs back on.
“Yeah. You two could do it again without me. Your place or at a hotel even. I like it when he records the sounds or takes videos so he can share them with me. Whatever you’re comfortable with. But I would know what was going on and when. Which makes me feel really excited when he’s gone for hours and then comes back to me after and he smells like sex.”
Harry began gently wiping at you as Vana spoke. You had never heard of anything like this before but you were sure Harry and Vana weren’t the only ones that did it. It felt wrong on some level but Vana seemed to love it and she was, in a way, calling all the shots.
“I mean, if you are okay with it and we can find some time for more… yeah. I’m good with that.”
Harry and Vana left you alone while you used their bathroom to freshen up and get dressed. You almost looked like a different person when you stared at yourself in the mirror. What had you just done? And why had you liked it so much? You left their house with more questions than answers that evening but you couldn’t say you weren’t intrigued by what could happen next.
You just hoped you could follow the rules and not get emotionally attached. But you figured it’d be worth it if you could get fucked like that again.
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ryescapades · 10 days ago
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*ੈ‧₊༺ “ALL HIS GUNS WERE BLAZING,”
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characters: narumi gen (kn8) x gn!reader contents: sfw, jealous!narumi, hint of ex!narumi, open ending wc ~ 600
a/n: CHAT I KNOW THIS SETUP IS REPETITIVE but i just couldn't help it ... anw, short break before i continue (and try) working on my 1k event ^_^ this was supposed to be the intro piece to the anon req about nrm and lana’s serene queen but i kinda stopped halfway ..
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Narumi absolutely hates feeling like this.
It’s curling in the depth of his guts, writhing and squirming like parasites feeding on its host. His chest feels tight, as if there’s an iron fist controlling the way it beats, oppressive and ruthless and cruel. It’s green, it’s mucky, it’s repulsive.
He tries his damnedest to tear his eyes away, but the sight in front of him makes it impossible to do so. It burns. His heart burns. An emissary of his own tribulation, his focus continues to fix on the ravenous gazes feasting on you, trying to steal away all your attention that was meant only for him.
It used to be, at least.
The lights reflect from the crystals on the chandelier hanging above, highlighting all the glorious velvets and diamonds in the decorated ballroom. You stand in the small crowd of tattling officers and superiors alike, an expression of ease and cordiality stuck on your stunning face.
Playing nice during formal events such as this has never been his forte. Scandalmongers and… ass kissers (as he’d like to put it) hide behind sugary smiles and honeyed praises, seeking attention only to gain benefits of their own.
They get to the very end of his nerves, and the fact that he’s more or less required to attend these events make them even worse to be at. Not to mention the various threats from Hasegawa about throwing away his games if he doesn’t at least show his face here.
Forget about the kaijus, humanity itself is in another league of monstrosity.
As one of the strongest officers around, Narumi is subjected to being the center of all the gossip and envious stares. Men and women wish they were him, some even flocking themselves around him in hopes they’d eventually get the chance to be one of those in his orbit.
He couldn’t care less about those people though.
However, when it comes to you…
Narumi’s eye twitches again when the man you’re talking to steps just a tad bit closer, thinking you won’t notice such a subtle action. The audacity of that man? And it’s not just him, either. He’s all too aware of the vultures lurking around in the hall, hushedly whispering and eyeing you like you’re a piece of meat. He gets it. He really does.
You’re gorgeous, talented, ridiculously strong in all manners of combat, and you’re his, you’re his, you’re hi—
A sudden touch on his arm stops him short, a hand running itself down his bicep like it had any business doing so. He’s then reminded of the female officer from another division that has been on his ass for the past ten minutes, looking all too friendly as she continues to prattle on about her achievements in the Defense Force; a pathetic attempt at convincing him once again to vouch for her promotion to her own captain.
He wanted to push her away, wanted to rush off to the exit of this goddamn place to go back to the comfort of his office and spend time in the virtual world, but when his sensitive irises catch the telltale sign of discomfort on your face from the foreign and filthy hand trying to snake its way around your waist, he thinks his mind had blacked out from how unconsciously his next set of actions feels.
It’s like there’s a different entity taking over him, leading him to march towards where you are. The conversation you were having with the obnoxious man is halted, and you can barely get a word out before the captain pushes the officer off you, grabbing your hand in his before he drags you away into the night...
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been sitting in my wip doc for like ,, idk Months
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justmeinadaze · 5 months ago
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Inescapable Part 4 (Steddie X You)
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Warning with some notes: Warnings: Older (Early 30s) Prisoner Steddie & Young (Early 20s) Fem college student Y/N; Dom/Sub dynamics, SMUT, steddie get intimate, degrading (little boy, slut, etc), light choking and spanking, dirty talk, FLUFF, Y/N talks about Olivia.
ANGST *breathes it in like coffee*, Starts where the last chapter ended, father threatens all three, reader is smacked and threatened to never see them again, mentions of an arranged marriage, boys touch on their lives in prison and how they cope, some toxic behavior from the boys in regards to keeping the reader safe, guys are hurt and blood is mentioned, mentions of a rough birth but no real details are given (they're both fine <3), SLIGHT cliffhanger ending.
Word Count: 5474
Series here/Donate to me <3
“Here’s what’s going to happen.”, your father commands as he continues to glare their way. “You will stop speaking and all communications end today. If I catch even a single letter being sent her way, I will make you regret it. Am I being clear, boys?”
“We love her.”, Eddie answered causing your dad to roll his eyes as he rose to his feet.
“It seems what I’m saying isn’t sinking in.” Grabbing the metalhead’s hair, he roughly pressed his face down into the steel table making him grunt in pain as Steve pulled at his handcuffs to try and help to no avail. “All of that ends today. You will never see my daughter again or that baby. It’s my job to protect her and I’m not going to let you murder her like you did those other kids.”
“Dad, please.”, you beg. “I love them to.”
Your dad snickers slightly as he lets Eddie go before leaning against the wall and folding his arms. 
“Say your goodbyes now and just so you know she will be taken care of. Derek and I talked about it and after HIS baby is born, they will both get married and live happily ever after. Amen.”
Their eyes flick to you as the tears begin to flow again and you reach for their hands.
“I didn’t agree to that, I fucking swear. I love you both so much and I’ll always be here. I promise—” Tugging at your bicep, your father lifts you from your seat as you continue to try and cling to them. “NO! Dad, please! DON’T DO THIS!”
Guards come in to uncuff the boys as your dragged out of the room and into the hallway. Hearing your screams and pleading, awakes something primal in them both and all they can think about is getting to you. 
Steve elbows a guard in the face and shoves another out of the way as he runs down the hall but before he can reach you is tackled to the ground followed by Eddie who only got as far as outside the doorway. Feeling the same, you hit your dad’s chest hard enough for him to release you and you slide to the floor to be by their side. 
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry!”
Using all of his strength, one of Steve’s arms was freed and he reached out to pinch your cheeks, bringing your lips to his. 
“This isn’t over, honey. I promise. We’ll get to you.”
Eddie was able to wiggle out of the officers hold enough to wrap his arm around your neck and kiss your lips as well. 
“We love you, baby. Everything’s going to be ok.”
You began to sob harder when they were hit with something hard as you were lifted off the ground and carried out to your dad’s car. 
***
 As your father begins to drive away, you scream and kick at things in his truck until he pulls over to the side of the road. 
“Calm down right now and you listen to me, Y/N! I will not be the fucking embarrassment of this town. Do you fucking hear me?”
“You already crossed that bridge when you cheated on mom with the town slut in the back of your cruiser. I guess fucking criminals runs in the family.”, you spit. 
The sound of his palm hitting your cheek and your gasp that followed silenced you as you glared past him out the driver’s side window. 
“Listen to me and you listen good. You will stay away from those men or so help me God, Y/N, I will make sure they stay in there for the rest of their Goddamn lives. Do I make myself clear?” When you don’t answer he shouts, making you jump as he repeats his question. 
“Yes, sir.”, you grumble through gritted teeth. 
“You will marry Derek before the baby is born and then we will go back to all our normal routines like one big happy family.”
Folding your arms, you turn to lay your head against the glass as you continue to cry. 
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June 3rd, 1998
Steve’s nose scrunches in anger as he punches the boxing bag they keep in the gym of the prison. As he glances towards his friend, Eddie’s eyebrows raise in amusement. 
“Fuck off, Munson. Don’t give me that look.”
“I’m not looking at you in anyway, Harrington. I’m just…a little worried.”
“I know but what can we do trapped behind this fucking concrete wall.”, he grunts as he continues punching. 
“I meant I’m worried about you.”
Steve’s chest puffs out as he wipes the sweat from his forehead, ignoring his friend as he continues what he was doing. Abruptly, the metalhead takes hold of his arm and pulls him into the bathroom nearby. 
“You have to calm down.”, Eddie scolds.
“How the fuck can I be calm! It’s been a month with no word. No phone calls, letters, nothing. What if something happens to her or Olivia?!”
It was an automatic reaction, something both of them had done a few times over the years and more to calm the other. Taking ahold of Steve’s cheeks Eddie crashed his lips to his own, his fingers tangling in his hair before both men are panting as they rest their forehead against each other’s. 
“You think this doesn’t kill me to? But what can we do, Steve? We don’t have enough money to buy another night out.”
“We have enough to get to Canada.”
The metalhead’s eyes widen as he searches through his friends to see if he’s serious. 
“I thought we wanted to do this right? What life would she have?”, he whispers.
“What life would she have married to fucking Derek with her dad breathing down her neck?”
“Steve…I don’t know...”
“Munson! Harrington! Your lawyer is here to see you.”, a guard called sharply making them jump before quickly exiting the room. 
***
“Um, Bobby, where are we going?”, Eddie asks as they pass the interrogation rooms they usually meet with their lawyer in. 
The guard doesn’t say a word as he continues to lead them further down the hall and outside to a separate building they had never been to before. Both men brace, preparing for anything especially after the last few months they had before the man stops just outside of a cellblock door. 
It looked like every other one except this one had no window so people could peak in. 
“You have three hours to go over your case and anything else you may need.”, Bobby relays, looking around as he leans in to unhook their cuffs. “I told you guys I’m on your side. Three hours. Not one second longer.”
Their eyebrows furrowed as he opened the door but all confusion and worry evaporated when their eyes landed on you. 
Before you could say anything, you started to sob as you ran forward with Steve meeting you halfway as your arms wrapped around him. 
“I don’t…how…how are you here right now?”
“I had to come make sure you were ok.”, you hiccupped as you hugged Eddie next. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ve been trying to figure out how to get to you but my dad’s been a tyrant.”
Tilting you head back, the metalhead cupped your face as his thumbs tried to dry your eyes.
“He threatened to hurt you or keep you both in here longer and I was so scared.”
“Hey, hey. Don’t worry about that now. As long as nobody’s hurting you.” Ignoring him, you took hold of his thumb to bend his hand so you can place tender kisses on his palm. “Nobody’s hurting you right?”
Again, you didn’t answer and this time Steve intervened as he lightly but firmly gripped your jaw making you sigh.
“After we left you, my dad got mad when I told him he couldn’t stop me from loving you. Since then, his friends have been keeping an eye on me. Following me to school or back to my house. When I do my homework, sometimes they’ll show up to dig through my work to make sure I’m not writing you.”, you explain as you wipe your eyes and back away towards the bed. 
“My mom came down and tried to intervene but that didn’t go well. They fought and she couldn’t take it anymore so she went home. She offered to take me with her but I told her I couldn’t leave you.”
“Have you lost your mind?”, Steve scolded in a firm tone that had you sitting up straighter. “Take her offer and get out of here. You’d be safer and happier with her!”
Your anger fueled eyes glare his way. 
“I would NOT be happier. I would be just as miserable if not more because you wouldn’t be there!”
“We still won’t be there, sweetheart.”, Eddie sighs as he sits beside you and rubs your back. “We still have another 13years here but at least with your mom you could call and write.”
“No…no. Everyone else has abandoned you but I won’t.”, you declare making them swoon as he leans over kiss your cheek and Steve kneels in front of you taking your hands. 
When he rests his head against your stomach, he feels a little push causing him to jerk back as you giggle. 
“Yeah, she moves quite a bit now.” Taking both their hands, you place them where you felt her move and on cue she kicks her little feet against them. 
“Wow…”, Eddie breathes as his thumb rubs your skin. “Probably has a lot to say about all this. Don’t you, princess?”
Reaching into your bag, you hand them your new ultrasound and a big grin spreads across their faces as they take her in. 
“You see she has her little nose and these cute tiny hands.”, you beam as you point to things on the image. “Your, um, your uncle gave me a cassette of your band playing songs and Olivia just loves it. She wiggles around.”
The metalhead softly smiles your way before you both watch him stand and face the wall away from you. 
“Eddie?”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m, um, I’m ok. I just need a minute.”, he chokes out causing you to rise and wrap your arms around him as you lean your head on his back. “I hate all this bullshit. We shouldn’t even be here! We did nothing wrong!”
You squeezed him tighter wishing you could take away his pain. This was the first time you were seeing this type of break but for Steve it was nothing new. They could hold things in pretty well until they couldn’t and that animosity would spill out, sometimes aggressively. 
“How can I help?”, you whisper.
“You can’t, Y/N. Not in your condition.”
“I’m pregnant, Steve, not broken.”, you giggle making both him chuckle with you. 
“Naw, baby girl, we know but sometimes in here our outlet is a bit different than what we did with you out there.”
“Come on, sweetheart. You’re a smart girl. Do you really need it spelled out?!”, Eddie snapped startling you as you let him go.
His dark eyes locked with yours and you could feel the other man’s practically boring into your skull as they waited for you to get to the realization on your own. 
“Oh.”, you squeaked in a little voice that had their heads tilting. “Is it…do you like it? I mean is it consensual?”
“That’s a stupid fucking question.”
“Hey.”, Steve growled towards his friend who exhaled through his nose as he looked away. “Yes, it’s consensual. We would never do anything to genuinely hurt the other. Like with you we have safe words and everything.”
“Is it intimacy or survival?”, you murmur, your tone getting smaller and smaller; you were dropping. 
“Does it matter?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Why?! So you can decide if you still love us or not?!”
The other man rose to his feet and suddenly took hold of Eddie’s throat. 
“Don’t talk to her that way. She’s trying to understand. Right, honey?”
“Yes, Daddy. I love you either way. I just want to know more. You never made any indication that—”
“We didn’t know if we could trust you.”, Steve responded before Eddie could. “It started as survival…needing someone to hold in the middle of the night when the lights go out. Needing to feel safe in a place that’s anything but. You touch yourself needing that release but after a while you want…NEED more.”
“People would make it into something it’s not.”, Eddie added. “Something dirty like the only reason we do this is because we’re in prison. It may be the reason it started but… us being rough with each other… it’s hard to explain and to be honest I don’t want to.”
“You don’t have to.”, you coo as you press up to kiss his lips. “Do you want me to give you some alone time? If this is between you two I don’t want to intrude.”
The metalhead’s hair lightly swats at his face as he shakes his head. 
“What do you need from me, Sir?”
“I want you to watch.”
Nodding, you kiss him again before turning to do the same with Steve and waddling to a chair next to the bed. After smiling comfortingly your way, he turns his body to face his friend. 
“Soft, rough or rough, rough?” 
“Both, I think.”
“Ok, baby. Use me.”, the pretty boy smirks as he sarcastically takes a bow with his arms wide open. 
Gripping his cheeks, Eddie crashes their lips together and a little sigh leaves your own as you watch them mingle together. When Steve’s arms came back down, they wrapped around the other boy’s waist, lifting him off his feet to walk with him towards the bed. After pushing the metalhead onto the mattress, Steve yanks off the man’s sweats and underwear before taking his cock in his hand and taking him into his mouth. 
“Fuck, Steven.”, Eddie groaned as he moved the boy’s hair away from his face to watch him. “All the way down. I know you can fuckin’ take it.”
At the sound of his light gags, the metalhead tightened his grip in his soft locks and guided his head lower to take him deeper. 
“That’s it. Choke on it. Choke on my dick, dirty boy.” Chocolate eyes flick to you as he notices you squirm in your seat and place your hands between your legs hoping to ease the ache. “You like this, Y/N? Watching him struggle to take all of me down his tight little throat?”
“Y-Yes, Sir. Does he feel good?”
“Jesus, you’re asking a lot of stupid fucking questions today. You’ve felt his mouth, you know how amazing it is.”
“I…I didn’t.” Eddie blinks as he tugs on Steve’s head, allowing him to catch his breath. “I only felt your tongue that night.”
“We’re going to correct that right now. Come here, baby.” With his arm steadying you behind your back, you removed your pants and kicked them to the side. “Go ahead and rest your back against the pillows.”, he instructed and you followed as you watched him pull Steve to his feet to undress him. 
Falling onto the mattress, Steve slithered on his stomach between your legs and his palms gripped your thighs. 
“Fuck, you smell so good.”, the man whimpered breathily as he pressed his nose to the cloth against your core. “Tell us if you need stop at any point, ok?”
“Ok, Daddy.”
Moving your panties to the side, his tongue pressed against your clit and a cry caught in your throat as the width of it seemed to envelope you.
“Oh my g—“, you moan as he licked between your folds in long, slow strokes that had your eyes roll shut as your fingers run through his hair much softer than the other man’s. Steve hums against you and the vibration has your eyes searching for the cause, landing on Eddie pushing two of his digits inside of the boy in front of him. 
“I told you, sweetheart. His mouth is fucking heaven especially in this hell.” When Eddie grumbles his last sentence, his hand comes down hard on Steve’s ass making him grunt and flick his tongue faster against your nub.  “Come on, dirty boy. Make our girl cum. Make her cum so I can fuck you like the slut you are.”
His fingers dug into your skin as the obscene sound of slurping filled the room till you shuddered and came against his tongue. Eddie spanked him again as Steve pushed up onto one of his palms while his other rested above your mound as his thumb rubbed slow circles against your bundle of nerves.
Your eyes continuously took in the little features on his face as the metalhead spit directly into his hole and gradually slid his cock into his entrance. Steve licked his lips as his head fell but you quickly grabbed his chin to lift it back up. 
“You…you look so handsome like this, Daddy.”
“Fuck.”, he mewled as Eddie took hold of his waist and thrust his hips. 
He seemed almost lost in what he was doing as he roughly pounded into him with each grunt that fell from the pretty boy’s mouth bordering the line between pleasure and pain with your gentle caresses a stark contrast. 
In the middle of everything, Steve’s eyes abruptly snapped open and you saw that primal look you had seen in them both when your dad was pulling you away from them. Gripping your thighs again, he pushed them open flat against the bed and lobbed a huge glob of spit into your cunt before pumping two of his long, thick fingers inside of you. 
Your own eyes closed until you gasped at the feeling of a tongue against your clit immediately recognizing it wasn’t Steve but Eddie. Laying his chest onto the man’s back, he leaned his head against his shoulder as his mouth played with you.
“Fuck…I’ll never get over how…sweet she is. Don’t…Don’t stop fingering her, Steven! Or I swear to God.”, the metalhead growled through gritted teeth. “Make her cum again, little boy. That’s it…thrust those fingers so fucking deep. Shit—you’re just as tight as her.”
“More.”, you begged and Eddie obliged as he fell into you again to flick your nub with his tongue as he rolled his cock into the man beneath him. “I’m…”
As the ball dropped and they helped you through your orgasm, Steve offered his digits to his friend who eagerly licked them clean. Pushing back onto his knees, he chased their highs as you limply slid your body under the pretty boy and he rested his face in the nook of your neck. 
“How does he feel, Daddy?”
“Mmph—good.” Your lips delicately kissed his until you felt his face scrunch as his sweaty forehead fell against your skin. “Fuck, baby.”
At his shaky breath, one of his hands reached down to stroke his cock till you felt his release land on your thigh. Eddie’s palm took hold of the man’s throat as he pulled him closer to his chest and kissed him much softer than he had been. 
“Thank you. Thank you so much…for everything…sweetheart. Mmugh—fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
Steve nodded and as he clung his arms around him, the metalhead grunted as he pounded his release into the boy beneath him. 
Their heavy pants filled the room as they stayed like that and you waited patiently for them to collect their bearings. 
Steve was the one to move first, crawling forward, and collecting you in his arms as his head hit the pillow. Eddie silently went to work cleaning his friend and then you before laying down in front of you so he could take your hand in his. 
“Thank you for trusting me enough to show me that. If you ever want to be intimate in front of me or without me…I don’t mind.”
The metalhead’s palm gently pets your head as he leans forward to kiss your forehead. When your eyes meet his, you notice a deep pain within them that breaks your heart. 
“We don’t really think too much about it but I do know that when I hear him cry at night I feel so helpless. When I hold him and kiss him, it makes me feel safe to. Like I have some control, you know?”
“Have you considered thinking about it?”
The metalhead knew what you meant, nodding as his fingers caressed your cheek. 
“We can’t in here. People exploit that.”
“Do they exploit that when it comes to me?”
“No…probably because they know we would fucking kill anyone that came after you or hurt you.”
His beautiful eyes darkened and Steve pushes up on his elbow to glance over your face. 
“Anyone?”
“Anyone, sweetheart. Any convict. Any Ex. Any…tyrant.”
You should be afraid…but you’re not.
You should be disgusted that they would kill someone for you…but you weren’t. 
You should hate men like them…but you didn’t.
Shaking your head, you curl yourself closer into the Steve’s chest as your arms reached for Eddie who scooted as close to your body as he could. 
“We’d never hurt you, Y/N. I hope you know that.”, the pretty boy whispered as he kissed your shoulder. 
“Or anyone else, unless you felt unsafe or in danger.”
A light knock doesn’t stir any of you as you continue to stare into those chocolate eyes in front of you. 
“Do you feel unsafe?”
“15 more minutes, guys.”, the guard informed you without opening the door. 
“No, Sir.”
“Do you trust us to protect you if you were in danger?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
It takes a couple more moments but when their eyes do finally soften, they lean in to hug you tightly and kiss your lips. 
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June 14th, 1998
“Munson! Harrington! Ya’ll have a visitor!”
Both men exchange a glance as they stand up from their beds and allow the guard to lead them towards the integration rooms. 
“She wouldn’t come this soon right?”, Steve whispered. 
“I don’t think so.”
The person leading them tugged their chain, signaling them to be quiet before heading outside to where they had yard time during the afternoons. Right now, it was pitch black as they had begun getting ready for bed for the evening but they didn’t think anything out of the ordinary until they were pulled into the weight room and were met with a couple of fists to their faces. 
“You know, you both are stubborn just like Y/N.”, your dad sasses as he stands up from the bench he had been waiting on. “I see why she likes you.”
A few of the guards pull both boys up to their knees and turn them to face him. 
“She’s not as crafty as she thinks she is. She did slip away for a while but one of my officers did catch her leaving this facility so—”
“If you hurt her—” Another fist interrupts, Eddie as he grunts and spits blood onto the floor. 
“Who let her in? Which guard is it?”
The fuck you that Steve answers with didn’t help the situation as he was kicked in the stomach hard and toppled over. 
“You know, she may hate me but one day she will thank me. She may think you’re innocent but I’ve seen what you did; the pain you inflicted on those people. I will not let my daughter die because of some stupid crush.”
“So you’d force her to be with someone she doesn’t like?”, the metalhead growled before being hit again. 
“If it keeps her alive and me respected than yes.”
A snarky, deep laugh left Steve’s lips as his head tilted back to stare at your father.
“That’s what it really is, isn’t it? You don’t give a fuck about her. All that matters is image and how you look. Oh, I know all about that being a Harrington.”
Your dad stepped forward and reached out to pull the man’s hair causing him to wince slightly as his jaw clenched. 
“There he is. I was wondering when I’d meet the serial killers and not the ‘poor me’ image you display for the world. Has Y/N seen this side of you yet?”
“Outside or in the bedroom?”
Steve was punched much harder than before making Eddie snicker hoping to distract them.
“She hasn’t and she never will until you give us a reason to.”
“Don’t you mean unless?”
“That’s up to you.”
A little hm noise left your dad’s mouth as he smiled and stepped away. 
“Y/N had her baby a couple of days ago.” Both their eyes snapped his way as his grin grew. “She named her Olivia Y/L/N. She wanted to give her your last names but I forbade it. I was going to put Derek’s last name but…I figured I’d give her this especially after the birth.”
“Are they ok—ugh!”
“Oh, Mr. Munson, what happened? Not so sarcastic now are we? Here’s what’s going to happen. Since my daughter disobeyed, you will be punished. I’m thinking for Mr. Munson here, Indianapolis. That’s where your father is right? And Mr. Harrington how about Washington? I think that’s far enough away.”
At the sound of both men’s shouts his way, your father smirked as he headed out the door. 
“Enjoy your last night together, gentlemen.”
***
Monitors continually to beep as your eyes fluttered open.  You were still incredibly exhausted after rushing to the hospital and being in labor for as long as you were before Olivia decided to grace the world with her presence.
Olivia.
“Hey, hey, no. Don’t move. What do you need?”, Derek asked as you began to sit up. He sighed when you ignored him to reach for the crib and touch your daughter’s cheek to make sure she was ok. “The doctor said you should rest and take these…”
As he reached his hand out to give you some pills, you swatted them away across the room. 
“Y/N, I’m trying to help.”
“Fuck you.”
Exhaling, he took a seat by the foot of your bed and you immediately curled into yourself so he wouldn’t touch you.
“I didn’t know what to do. Your dad said if I did this he could help my family. We are in so much debt and my mom is about to go bankrupt. I could get kicked out of school and my family could lose their house—”
“So you agreed to settle down and ruin my life, you selfish asshole.”
“I’M selfish!?”, he hissed. “You brought an innocent baby into this world who has no idea her father is fucking murderer. And what, you were just going to raise her by yourself till she was 13 in a town where she will be ostracized?! She deserves better.”
“Fuck you. You are NOT Olivia’s father.”, you growl.
Derek’s eyes darken in anger as he rises to his feet. 
“Whether you like it or not I am now and next week you’re going to be my wife so it’s time you start accepting that fact. You did…once.”
As soon as he leaves, you lay your head back and sob. A part of you knew he was right; that Olivia deserved better but she deserved Eddie and Steve. Two men who loved her and you and shouldn’t have been placed in the position they were in. 
The sound of the baby cooing grabbed your attention but as you shifted in bed a palm roughly covered your mouth. Your wide, fearful eyes locked with Eddie’s as he slowly placed his finger over his month and gestured towards the door where you saw Steve waiting.
Rapidly taking them in, they both had cuts and bruises on their face that looked fresh. The metalhead himself had a pool of blood on his shirt and when you reached out to touch it, it was wet and he didn’t flinch. 
It wasn’t his.
Olivia whined again as both your eyes fleeted in that direction. 
“Miss Y/N?”, one of the officer’s asked from down the hall. “Baby is making noise.”
“Shhhhhhh!”, a nurse loudly calls towards him making him huff. 
“How is girl going to be a mom when she sleeps through a baby crying—”
As the man stepped into the room, Steve wrapped his arm around his neck in chokehold till the man stopped struggling and slumped to the floor. 
“Are you both ok?”, Eddie whispers as he lifts his palm while you watch his friend begin to remove the cop’s uniform. “Y/N, look at me, baby.”
“Wha-Wha-What’s happening?”
“We don’t really have time to explain right now but we can after we start getting where we are going. Can you move?”
As Steve put on the jacket, he tucked the gun into his pants and continued to search for something but for what you weren’t sure. 
“Y/N!”, Eddie growls in a low rumble that makes you jump before he exhales trying to control his temper. “Sweetheart, we don’t have a lot of time for this. Do you want to come with us or not?”
“I-I-I can walk but—but not fast. I need medication.”
The other boy grabs your chart and flashes it towards his friend who nods. 
“Does Olivia need anything from the doctor?” 
When you shake your head, Steve abruptly kneels in front of you and slides some scrub pants along your legs. 
“What happened to your faces?”
“Ok, honey, I’m going to carry you and Ed’s going to get the baby. Ready?”
“Answer one of my—!”
This time the pretty boy’s palm silenced you when you raised your voice, his own angry irises glaring into yours. 
“You have to be quiet, Y/N.”, he grunts in annoyance before sighing and moving his hand to caress your cheek. “Your father caught you leaving the prison.”
That’s all you needed to hear as it suddenly felt like you couldn’t breathe and the machines around you began to beep. 
Leaning his forehead on yours, he began to inhale and exhale with you, guiding you as you felt Eddie kiss your temple. 
“Miss Y/L/N? Everything ok?”, the intercom cackled. 
“Um, yeah, yeah. I’m fine. I just had…had a nightmare.”
“Do you need something to help you go back to sleep?”
“No, ma’am. I’ll be alright. Thank you.”
The three of you wait and Steve hands his friend the scrubs he found as he gently lifts you off the bed to place you in a chair nearby. You watch as he grabs the officer and nervously takes off everything attached to you before hooking it to the unconscious man. When the monitors continue to beep steadily, he grins. 
“Oh, I know, princess, I know. Daddy’s got you.”, Eddie murmurs softly as he lifts the baby into his arms. 
As you try to stand, the world spins and you fall back down right as Steve catches your wrist.
“Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I just…just need to sleep…”
Nodding, Steve pushes the cap down on his head and blocks as much of his eyes as he can while Eddie puts a face mask over his mouth. Pointing towards the wheelchair, he hastily puts you into it and begins exiting the room. 
“Are there any other officers you’re aware of around here, Y/N?”, he whispers.
“I don’t know…but I’ve…only ever seen one.”
“Excuse me.”, the nurse calls. “Where are you taking her?”
“I, uh…”
“I wanted to get some…air. Is…that ok?! I know my father has me…fucking shackled here but I can still move around! I’m bringing this asshole…is that…ok?!”, you shouted as best you could. 
The lady eyes you up and down before standing to head to a cart next to her. 
“Take this before you go. The last thing we need is you getting an infection or something. And don’t be out there with that little one too long. She needs to rest to.”, she instructs as she hands you a cup of water to swallow your pill. 
“How much more rest does she need?”, Steve asks, absently gesturing your way while trying to hide his genuine concern. 
“She’ll be ready physically within the next couple of days and you guys hounding me constantly about that won’t heal her any faster! Jesus.”
Rolling his eyes, he continues forward to the elevator and all three of you exhale a sigh of relief as the doors close around you. 
“Do you think you can hold her, Y/N?”
“Where are you going?”, Eddie asks as he gently hands you Olivia. 
“I’m going to run to the third floor to grab her meds. Find us a car and I’ll meet you out front.”
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lovexjoe · 7 months ago
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Part 1 
Synopsis: Jack and Y/N have been best friend for years. She recently ended her 2 year relationship, due to moving to Atlanta for a better job opportunity. What’s going to happen when she stays with Jack for a week ?
Warning: fluffy, angst?, language and smut🧎🏽‍♀️
Y/N POV 
Great!!! I finally found an apartment for myself, but I have to stay at a hotel for a week due to maintenance. I sighed as I begin to search the internet for a hotel suitable to my needs. Currently I’m at Jack’s house, cause he offered to let me stay the weekend as I sorted myself out. Moving to a new state is draining. I left a lot of my things back home as my mom said it’s good to just start fresh. So I packed what I needed and hopped on the plane. I left so much behind, even my 2 year relationship. Surprisingly, I’m okay and even happier that it ended. There wasn’t a spark between us. He treated me well, but the relationship over all was boring. I guess I kept it going for so long, because it was better than being alone. 
“Alright what’s got you so stress? You been glue to the computer since you woke up” Jack says as he sits down next to me on the couch. 
“The apartment won't be ready for another week and I need to find a hotel beca-” 
“Hell no! Come on, you know you can stay here till it’s ready. I’m not taking no for an answer either. Now can you stop stressing before you explode. That vein on your forehead is serious” He starts his usual teasing. I laughed and playfully shoved him. 
Arguing with him was useless. It was his way or no way. I finally close my laptop and enjoyed whatever tv show he was currently hooked on. He stretched out his left arm and placed it on the back on the couch. I crawl into my usual spot: snuggled up with a blanket. 
“I missed you. I know you’re stressed but I’m happy to finally spend some time with you this week.” Jack says honestly. You were taken aback but also happy as well to be here with him.
“Me too”
Jack’s POV
She takes her usual spot on the opposite end of the couch, I so badly want to pull her close to me. As selfish as it sounds I hope her apartment takes an extra week so she could stay longer. And those god damn PJs she wears is gonna end me. She could wear a turtleneck and I’d probably still have the same reaction. 
I had met her through Druski as she was working with him for a while on video concepts and managing his social media. As soon as they linked up, she got his account to gain a million followers within a month. Thats why Jack put his full trust in her when it came to his social media. He’ll give her a heart attack here or there when he posts some random video of him trying to dance. Keyword is try because he looks like he’s glitching half the time. 
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They indulge in a few episodes together before both of their stomachs start grumbling. Jack grabs his phone to open up UberEats. She gives him an insane look. 
“Jack you already ordered UberEats for breakfast, do you ever actually cook?” She arched her brows at him and he just looks at her cause lowkey she ate him up with that one. 
Oh yea forgot to mention, she got attitude that could last a lifetime and he fucking loved it. 
“You know I can’t cook!” He tried to justify but she’s already up and headed to the kitchen scanning the pantry and fridge for a simple meal. 
“Alright since you insist on me staying here for a week, you have to learn how to cook to at least survive.” She points the wooden spoon at him which causes him to laugh and throw his hands up in the air. 
“Goddamn Gordon Ramsey when did you even grab that!?” 
“Mmm don’t worry about that, give me a cutting board and knife stat! We making the world’s simplest meal. Pasta!” 
Pasta? Yeah no, he has spent his entire life over and under cooking pasta noodles. He watches her work the kitchen like a natural, pulling out ingredients he didn’t know what was what but he  tried his hardest to pay attention. She started with washing, then cutting then cooking. When it started to heat up in the kitchen, she tossed her hair up in a messy bun and in that moment Jack swore his heart could burst outta his chest.  He was trying his best not to stare inappropriately, but she was down right beautiful. 
Her ex was an idiot for letting her out of his sight, but he had to thank him because he’s not letting this chance pass up. There’s been multiple times throughout their friendship that her previous relationship and his hookups were not too fond of what they had. Which caused a few months of silence here and there. It use to kill him that he couldn’t reach out to her or hear her voice. She’s the reason why most of his hookups never lasted. Even during sex he wasn’t fully present, always distracted. 
As she finished up the tomato basil pasta, she turns around bumping into Jack not realizing he was so close to her. She felt so small around him, he looks down at her and smiles. 
“Hi” he says as he looks into her green hazel eyes that complimented her tan skin. 
“Hi…” she wish he would just kiss her, but she probably wasn’t what he even wanted. This man has the whole world at his feet. Why would he want her? They both stood there for a few extra seconds, just admiring their favorite features of the other. 
He swore she bite her lip 
She swore he was staring at her lips 
Kiss me already they both thought.
The sizzle of the pot reminded her she needed salt, so she purposely pushes up against him to grab the salt 
“Excuuuuseee me” she says innocently causing him to blush. 
“Smell yummy, thank you seriously” He says as she hands him his plate. As she makes her plate last, but Jack grabs it and heads over to the dinner table. Pulling out her seat for her, she happily sits as he grabs them some wine. 
“Oh my god, this is amazing!” He hums enjoying all the flavors that melt in his mouth. She’s really getting brownie points right now cause once his tummy is full he is a happy camper. 
This could be them, she thought. If only he wanted her. 
This could be them, he thought. If only she wanted him. 
After a few glasses of wine and enjoying the food together. Jack knew she was gonna crave something sweet because anytime he took her out dessert was always a must. He took her plate and nods his head for her to follow him.  
He grabs a bowl, vanilla ice cream, sprinkles, chocolate drizzle and whipped cream. Instantly her smile appears on her face, he still remembers her favorite toppings. How could he not though? He remembers everything about her. They both assisted each other is building the sundae. 
“Time for the finale!! Whipped cream!” She shakes it up and hands it to him to do the honors. Jack holds down the nozzle but it was stuck. He shook it one more time confused cause he literally just bought it when he told Y/N to stay at his crib. Yes he fully stocked the house and made sure it was squeaky clean before she got there. He even went to target and Ulta and stocked up on products she’d like or needed for the guest room. 
“This thing is stupid!” He holds the nozzle facing Y/N and it shoots out straight onto her neck and face. They both looked shock but Jack was trying so hard to hold his laughter in. 
“Oh you little shit!” They both busted into laughter. 
The wine definitely taking effect as laughter filled the air. Their stomach hurting so much from being full and the happiness that overcame them. Grabbing a towel, Jack pulls her close and the two still having the giggles. She wasn’t in control anymore because she couldn’t believe the words that was escaping her mouth. 
“Lick it off of me….” Jack freezes. Is he dreaming? Is she fucking with him? Wouldn’t be a nice joke but the way she was looking at him she’s lucky she doesn’t get bent over this island right now. 
“Are you sure?” He looks into her eyes wanting to confirm because if he starts god only knows if he’ll have the strength to stop. 
“Yea….make me your dessert.” She wipes some whipped cream off her neck slipping her finger in his mouth to suck it off. The need growing between them as she felt his tongue lick her finger dry. His lips meeting her neck, licking up all whipped cream on her as her moans escape her mouth. 
Fuck. He thought this was it, she’s gonna get eaten up tonight, he had to taste her. He was hungry for it. His hands caressing her face, as their lips finally meet. They both dreamt of this moment endless amount of times, but nothing….nothing could compare how this really felt. The little sounds she makes got him bricked up and aching. It’s almost as if she knew what effect she had on him cause her hand begins to palm him through his joggers. He groans into her mouth, causing a certain wetness to form in her panties. She never knew Jack had an aggressive side to him, she always teased him of being vanilla. 
He picks her up and sets her onto the island. Slipping her shorts off and spreading her legs. No panties? Fuck, her pussy glistened from her wetness under the lights. She closed her legs, starting to feel shy. 
“Nuh uh, open those legs for me. Lemme see that pretty pussy.” Oh god she loves this. He gets on his knees, kissing her lips, taking in her scent causing her hips to buck. 
“Jaack please don’t tease,” she feels his breath on her as he laughs, knowing exactly what he was doing. He takes her clit into his mouth, slowly sucking and swirling his tongue. He was so fucking handsome and with your pussy in his mouth made him even hotter. Working his tongue up and down your folds, you lift you hips slightly to ride his face. 
Fuck fuck fuck 
Jack couldn’t believe how fucking beautiful you looked under the island lights. Everything about you just amazed him. He works his movement with yours as he sees your body tensing up. 
“Fuck Jack, I’m- fuck I’m gonna cum!” In that moment he slips two of his fingers in, curving them upwards pumping them in and out. The only thing that could be heard was your cries and the wetness of your pussy. His fingers were big and long you could only imagine what he’ll stretch you out to. He pulls you close to him, placing little kisses along your cheek and neck. He lets you ride out your orgasm from his fingers. He only just begun with you, but he notices the slight sheen of sweat that covered your body. 
“You have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted you.” He places a soft kiss on her lips. 
“Jack I need you, please.” She reaches into his jogger to pull him out. His tip already leaking with precum. Teasing him, she rubs his length between her wet folds causing him to groan. The lust that filled both of their eyes as they watch his tip play with her clit. Jack slipped in not being able to handle it anymore. 
Y/N lets out a soft cry not realizing how big he really was. Her back was cold against the marbled island, but the way Jack started pounding into her she couldn’t possibly give a fuck about anything 
“Jaackkk” she cries out throwing her head back
“I know it’s big baby, you can take it. Be good for me and take it.” His thumb starts to rub circles on her clit as he continues his ruthless thrusting. She was drunk off of his fucking. Not a single thought was running through her head besides the fact that he felt so fucking good and was deep.
“Look at you. Such a good fucking girl taking me. So beautiful baby.” He whispers his praises into her ear, till he feels her clenching him tightly. His free hand grabs the back of her hair firmly to make sure he was looking at him as she cums. 
“Mmm fuck, where do you want it?” She better answer quick cause those hazel eyes looked fucked out and he could barely hold on. 
“Inside me! P-please please” 
Jesus Christ 
He nods as he increases his speed, hitting a new spot for her causing her to come undone. She couldn’t even stop the babbling. 
“I love you I-I love you Jack.” He kisses her passionately, emptying himself deep inside her. 
“I love you too.” He says out of breath. 
He picks her up carrying them to his bedroom. She was completely out of it, her eyes closed and sleep slowly taking over her. He couldn’t imagine this moment any better. It happened so naturally. He tucks both of them in pulling her closely. She was his. He was hers. Thank god for that fucking apartment delay. 
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Y/N woke up feeling satisfied and definitely sore. Some of their friends were suppose to be flying in today to vibe for the next two days. She looks at the sleepy man next to her and smiles. They really had some nasty sex last night when just prior to that they were just best friends. She places a soft kiss on his forehead and decided to make them breakfast. She picked out some boxers and one of his t-shirts and got to work. As she was making them pancakes and eggs, the door bell rang and it was probably Druski since he had the earliest flight. She opens the door to see a girl, who looked like a super model holding a duffel bag. 
“Y/N, right?” 
“Uhh yeah…I’m sorry who are you?”
“I’m Jack’s girlfriend….”
Part 2? 😌
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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year ago
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Three for One 4
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, cheating, customer service abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: As a customer service associate, you’re used to work with a wide variety of characters. Your efforts to go above and beyond draw the attention of a certain set of customers who want more than what’s on the shelf.
Character: Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale
Note: How are these getting longer lol
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You wriggle helplessly as the man straddles you. You kick your feet into the carpeted floor and grunt into his palm. He’s strong and heavy but you can’t give up. And if you can’t win, you won’t make this easy.
He plants his hand between your shoulders, pinning your chest as he leans his weight on you. He grunts as you shift under him, pushing your knees into the ground as you try to bounce him off. You only manage to awkwardly press your ass into his crotch.
“Hey, stay fucking still,” he squeezes your jaw, glove still flush to your mouth, “and shut the fuck up.” You open and close your teeth, trying to find a catch. He snarls and squeezes you between his legs, “are you trying to bite me again? What the fuck?”
“She’s fucking feral,” the driver tosses over his shoulder.
“Shut up,” the man on you barks back, readjusting to one knee as he brings his other over your back, replacing his hand with his leg.
He fumbles around as you try to see anything in the dim of the van’s compartment. His hand slips as his other comes around, a piece of rough fabric rubbing on your cheek. He pokes it into your mouth with two fingers and you nearly gag on the dry wool.
“Shhhh,” he hushes you, “balls, she’s hard to put down.”
“Wasn’t my first choice, trust me.”
“Who let that jackass have final say?” The man over you grumbles.
He drags you with him and reaches above you. You see the edge of the roll of tape as he keeps you trapped under his knee. He swiftly sticks the tape over your mouth so you can’t spit out your gag. Next he grabs your wrists and pulls his knee away.
You tug on your arms, resisting as you keep up your fruitless flailing. No, no, no. You’re not going to just roll over and give in. Get off!
He forces your arms together, winding the end of the tape around your wrists, again and again, until they’re bound taut behind you. He’s panting almost as hard as you are as he plants his feet, standing half bent over you beneath the low ceiling of the fan.
“Damn, well, I didn’t expect her to be so fucking stubborn,” he snickers.
You flip over and shoot your foot up, straight into his crotch. He chokes on his laughter and drops the tape. He cradles between his legs and falls to his knees. He croaks as he catches himself on one hand.
“Goddamn it, you bitch, I was half-cocked,” he contracts as if he’s about to vomit.
You puff through your nose and bend your legs, curling back on your shoulders and using your weight to throw yourself forward. You roll onto your feet, the momentum lifting your ass up but not getting you all the way up. You try again and get one foot and one knee under you.
“What the fuck’s going on back there?” The driver asks as the van rocks with your movement.
“Nothing,” the other man groans and sits up, “nothing at fucking all.”
He swipes his leg across yours and has you slamming back to the floor, this time landing on your shoulder. You grunt and twitch at the jarring pain on your joint. He grabs your arm and hauls you closer. You’re both breathless as he retrieves the tape and fights to bring your ankles together.
He secures your ankles and lets you go. You lean on your hands and watch him as he sits back and swipes his hair away from his forehead. In the small cloud of light from the front of the vane, you see the angle of his jaw and the shaved side of his head.
“God,” he puts his hand over his pants, “I feel that in my throat.” He shakes his head, “don’t worry, pussy cat, you will too. I’m gonna be so fucking deep–”
“Ugh, dude,” the driver mutters.
“Don’t be a fucking prude,” the man stretches his leg out and nudges you with the toe of his boot, “we all know what the hell this is.”
You close your eyes, holding back the hot glaze of tears. You inhale deeply, trying to calm your nerves as they cluster in your chest. A million questions race through your mind but you can’t bring yourself to even imagine the answers.
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The van idles in one spot. You temper your breaths as you listen. The driver gets out as the man in the back with you picks his nails with a knife. He started brandishing a while back. Does he really think you aren’t already scared out of your mind?
There’s some sort of grinding nose and footsteps in the gravel coming back to the van. You move, trying to see the front as the driver gets back in, slamming the door and jolting the entire vehicle. The other man pokes you with his toe, his way of warning you.
“Fucking gate,” the driver mutters as he shifts back into gear and leans on the gas.
You garble around the fabric in your mouth, not making much noise as you wiggle and turn to look at the other man. He yawns and examines the long blade, only a shadow as the darkness invades the van. There’s not much light around to colour the world.
“Almost there, pussy cat,” the man teases, "Merry fucking Christmas… well, I think we still got a few hours before the clock tolls.”
You let your head loll. He’s so annoying. Maybe it’s just the situation or that he’s obviously a very bad person, but he irks you so much. Years of working with the general public and you don’t think you’ve ever felt this much detest for one person. Usually you could just shrug it off and go onto the next. Right now, you’re quite literally trapped.
The van follows what feels to be a curving road, bumpy as it jostles you against the rough carpet. Your adrenaline ebbs and flows as your eyes flutter one moment only to flick open wide the next. The tire treads mulch the snow, slowing, and stops again. It’s almost pitch black as the van shuts off.
The man in the back stands, you feel it in how the axle bounces. He comes close, boots edging along your side as you sense him close. The door slides open behind him and lets in the moonlight. He bends and grabs your feet, turning your body and dragging you towards the door.
You kick but can’t free yourself from his grasp. He shoves your legs down harshly and pulls you up by the front of your coat. In a second, he has you slung over his shoulder as he turns to the other man.
“Where is he?” The man holding you asks as you squirm. He has his arm hooked around you as his other hand comes up to pinch you, “pussy cat, you don’t start wagging that ass unless you want me to punish it.”
You still, stunned by the suggestion. He’s so gross. You whimper as his shoulder presses uncomfortably into your stomach.
“He’ll be here soon. We should get her inside.”
“We should throw her in the snow and see how long she lasts,” the man sneers, “she’s not as nice as he said.”
“We can deal with that,” the other assures.
A flashlight clicks on. You can’t see anything past the man’s jacket. You bounce on his shoulder as he carries you across the uneven ground. He trails the second man as you hear several electronic beeps and the whir of gears. 
A door opens on cold hinges. You’re taken through a doorway as the night air follows you inside. The flashlight’s glare flicks around, illuminating the edges of your vision but offering little more. You hear a click and an overhead light suddenly casts brightly all around you. Still, you can’t see around the man who has you in his grasp.
“Put her in the room,” the other man orders.
“I got it. Don’t act like you’re the boss.”
“Take your own advice. My fucking house.”
“Yeah, and I got the van. Oh, I also came up with the plan, so I’ll say we’re even.”
“You talk a lot.”
The man holding you scoffs, “rich, coming from you.”
“Just like everything else about me. Go on. We gotta wait for him. Figure this shit out.”
“I got it figured out. Strip her down and show her what’s what.”
“We agreed to wait,” the other man insists.
“Oh, so he’s in charge?”
“No, you know he isn’t. I just think… what he said made sense. Go fucking put her in the room so we can talk real shit. I can’t focus with her ass in my face.”
“Tell me about it,” the man slaps your ass and kneads, “it’s like two inches from my mouth–”
You writhe and let out a hollow whine through your nose. He chuckles and falls into step. You lift your head up stiffly as he passes the other man and you meet his eye. You’re not sure if you know him but your gaze falls to the autumnal hued scarf around his neck. You know that scarf.
It can’t be. First Alan and now this guy. This is a conspiracy. It has to be.
You watch the floor change from slated hardwood to patterned carpet and again to dark teak. Down a hall and into another room. Only the light from outside limns your vision as you’re flung from over the man’s shoulder onto an unseen bed. You gasp at the soft mattress, expecting much worse.
“Pussy cat, you stop your hissing and pissing,” he warns as he backs up to the doorway, the light giving a better look at his features, “I’m gonna get to you. Count on it.”
You groan at how the tap chafes your wrists and the smell of the adhesive below your nose. You blink and focus on the man’s silhouette. You think you know him too but you’re not sure. That tuft of hair on his lip seems familiar. Before you can find the memory, his image is blocked out by the door and you’re plunged into sheer darkness.
This can’t be happening. You can’t be here. You have to get home. Who’s going to feed Ernie?
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Your eyes slowly adjust to the dark but you can’t see much. There is not hint of a window to let in any light or even a slat to leak in under the door. More eerie than the deep blackness is the dearth of sound. You can only hear your own breath and the soft squeaks that slip out at your most fraught.
The walls block out anything beyond. That alone is oppressive. If you weren’t tied up, if you weren’t gagged, could anyone even hear your screams?
You wiggle, roll and writhing across the breadth of the mattress. You reach the edge and rock yourself until you can sit up. You inch over the side of the bed until your feet meet the floor. You lean your weight on them and brace yourself.
You’re already out of breath with the effort. You stand, swaying as you struggle to balance on your bound feet. Your knees buckle as you lean this away and that until you can straighten yourself. You hop forward, once, twice, and again. You turn yourself towards where the door shut.
You stagger as you land a bit too hard and you twist, hitting your shoulder on the wall. You huff and puff as the tap grows slick around your lips, the cloth make you gaggle. You sidle, arm again the wall and the handle hits just above your wrist. The metal leaves a thrumming pang in your flesh.
You pivot and lean your back on the door frame, grasp the handle between your hands, sweaty palms struggling to get a grip. You turn this way and that, each time meeting resistance. You squeeze tight and sake yourself and the handle as a croak escape your nose. You didn’t expect it to open but it’s still a defeat.
You slide down to your ass, bending your knees before you as your hands rest behind you on the floor. You hang your head and measure your breaths. You’re not just scared for you, you think of your poor puppy waiting for you. Of you never going home to Ernie. That sparks the fuse to full panic.
You ball your hands to fist and slide down onto your arm. You wriggle down to your back, lifting your legs to the door, setting your boots on it. You pull back and kick, the bang jarring you. You do it again. Harder. You won’t stop. They can’t just leave you here. They can’t ignore you.
A thump comes from the other side. A warning. You kick back, even louder. No response.
You’re exhausted, but you keep going. You kick until your damp with sweat and your legs ache. You bring your feet down over over and until you can’t any more. Then you lay in the blind silence, a sob trapped behind the gag.
Ernie…
You’re almost delirious. Disbelief, fatigue, adrenaline, you’re not sure which. There’s a beeping and a metallic grind. The door shifts, hitting your bent legs as it tries to open. A grunt comes from the other side as the push until you’re forced a few inches up. A light radiates over your suddenly.
You stare up at the white glass shade on the ceiling. The door shoves you further and further. A figure enters and looks down at you. A heavy sigh that tickles your brain. You know it. You look up at that man, Alan or Anthony, as he shuts the door.
He bends to pick you up. He takes you to the bed and puts you on your side. You let him. You can’t do anything else. He puts his hands on his hips as he looks you over. He sits cautiously on the edge of the bed.
“I’m sorry, honey, I hope they didn’t hurt you,” he caresses your cheek and you wince, “I told them to be nice. Wish I could’ve come with you but… I had to sort some things out.”
You bat your lashes, eyes widening. He cooes as pets your hair. “It’s okay, don’t be scared.”
His fingertips brush along the edge of the tape and he slowly peels it away. You groan as he tugs at the corner of the cloth and frees it from your mouth. You cough, your throat raw and dry.
“I can untie you but you have to promise to be good. You don’t want to hurt yourself, do you?”
You close your eyes and nod. He crumple the tape and you hear him place it down. You suck in a deep lungful of air and let out a scream, “HELP!!!!!!!!”
“Hey,” he hisses and quickly smothers your mouth with his large hand, “honey, don’t do that.” He squeezes until you’re quiet, until your jaw aches, “no one can hear you.” He leans over you as your eyes flick open and meet his, “not even the others. Right outside that door and they can’t hear you.”
You search his face. Stern and somber. He looks honest but you would’ve said the same back at the store when he lied to your face. You nod and go limp. Despite his deceit, you believe that.
He reluctantly drags his hand away, “I want to untie you, okay? I don’t want you to be stuck like this all night but if you’re bad, the others… they won’t let me.”
You don’t say anything. You stare past him, to the crux of wall and ceiling. You don’t care about the others or about this man. You only care about one thing.
“I know you’re confused and probably angry. This isn’t a bad thing, okay? We’re not doing this to hurt you, honey,” he rubs your shoulder, “we want to help you. To give you everything you want. Do you really want to spend Christmas alone?”
You rasp as you breath deeply. You wet the roof of your mouth with your tongue then your lips. You keep your eyes averted as you muster your voice.
“You’re married,” you accuse, "you have a family."
He clicks his tongue, “and? You have no one.”
That stings. A deep cut you feel deep in your gut. Your eyes meet his sharply and you pull your shoulder away from his hand. You push your chin out defiantly as a heat rises behind your eyes. You might be alone but it doesn’t mean you’re unhappy. Still, the way he said it…
“That’s not true, I have someone.”
“Honey, don’t lie. I know you don’t. I know you live on Fort Street in that square yellow building. Apartment 325. Just you. It’s a bachelor at the corner–”
“Stop, stop,” you beg him. “How do you know that?”
“Does it matter how?” He says lowly, “Honey, i’ve been nice, haven’t I? If you’re nice, I’ll stay that way and I’ll make sure the others don’t hurt you.”
You crinkle your nose and give a fearsome snarl you know must look ridiculous. You don’t care about these men or what they want. You don’t even care about yourself. 
“I do have someone,” you insist, “Ernie.”
“Ernie?” He echoes.
“My puppy,” you hiss, “and I’m not going to be nice–” You grit the last word through clenched teeth, “unless you take me to him right now.”
“The dog?” He wonders.
“He needs to be fed and walked. I’m his mama and I need to see him,” you demand, your emotion finally bubbling up to the surface, “and until you take me home, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” You dig your nails into your palms and let out a shrill shriek. The blood curdling type you hear in horror movies.
The man covers his ears and stands. You do it again as you bounce on the bed. You must look crazy but you don’t care. Maybe if you’re crazy enough, they’ll let you go. You suck in a third breath and scream even louder.
He grimace but doesn’t stop you. He backs up and stomps to the door. You keep going until it locks behind him.
They think you’re weak because you’re alone. You’ve worked retail, you can handle a couple of psychos.
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kopilot-pop · 1 year ago
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[Are You Mine?] 18+
- Giselle x G!P Reader
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Summary: You and your girlfriend, Aeri, decided to have a night out at the club with Jimin and Minjeong. Everything starts off great, until Aeri decides rub at your jealous side.
Warnings: MDNI, g!p, jealousy, violence, daddy kink, rough sex, oral sex (r recieving), praise kink, dacryphilia, size kink if u squint, etc.
A/N: I just made y/n really stronk. Hope y’all like it :3
Word Count: 1,114 words
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Jealousy doesn't come to you often.
You're confident in saying that you're one of the most open-minded partners that Aeri could ask for. You don't mind when your beautiful girlfriend wears those tiny skirts that barely cover her thighs, you don't care if your pretty girl wears that stupid fucking crop top showing off every goddamn part of her body, dancing next to some bitch-
"Hey man, you're gonna break the gl-"
The whiskey you've been drinking for the half-hour shatters into pieces as the liquid pours down your hand.
"Jeez, you've been hitting the gym?"
Jimin laughs as she gently takes the broken bits from your hand. You've been sitting at the bar with her for 2 hours - two whole hours - just watching your girlfriend dance, swaying back and forth, and grinding against a random dude who decided it was okay to put his hands on her hips-
"FUCK! You know what-!"
You let out a frustrated groan as you wipe your hand on your jacket. You march towards the man, grabbing his suit jacket, and pushing him backward. He stumbles and almost bumps into another group of girls right behind him.
"What the-"
"Back off."
You stand taller than him, watching with a scrunched-up face as he tries to gather himself.
"Y/n!"
Aeri quickly tries to intervene as she places a hand on your arm, but you glare at her. Just as he stands up, you grab him by the collar and pull him towards the entrance of the club. He coughs and tries to get a hold of you, but fails in the end.
You finally throw him to an empty space next to the exit, and other patrons worriedly move out of your way.
"Get your dirty hands off my girlfriend."
"What? She's your girlfriend?"
"Yeah, so fuck off."
He's on the ground trying to fix his tie. You grimace and just decide to leave. Well, at least you tried to.
"Fuck, sorry man. I thought she was just a whor-"
Your fist collides right into his jaw before he can finish his sentence.
In the midst of chaos, you could hear the heavy footsteps of the bouncers, rushing to stop the fight, and after a struggle, Jimin finally managed to pull you away from the fight.
All three of you are now banned from the club.
"Y/n!! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Aeri screams as she pushes past Jimin. Your friend gives you a nervous look and quickly leaves to find Minjeong.
"What's wrong with me? Are you out of your mind!? Why would you let that piece of shit touch you like that!"
"We were just having fun!"
"FUN? Oh, alright then. Why don't you go back in and let him have more fun with you? Yeah, that sounds fucking logical-"
"Ugh, fuck you!"
She tries to walk away after shoving you.
"And you know what Aeri?! I might just go and find another bitch to have fun with, too!"
That makes her stop and turn back to glare at you.
You huff angrily, walking towards her. You grab her wrist, dragging her towards the parking lot.
"My car's that way."
"I'm not going with y-!" She struggles to pull away.
"Fine."
You pick her up over your shoulders as she lets out a surprised scream.
"L-let me down!"
You carry her towards your car and drop her into the passenger seat. You start up the engine as she angrily looks out the window. You sigh and look at her.
"...What's gotten into you?"
You're not mad anymore. You honestly were more mad at the man that touched her than her. The only thing you felt towards Aeri was disappointment.
And you knew she could tell.
Her face softens, as she looks down at her lap. "..."
The drive home is mostly silent with the quiet sound of Aeri's nervous tapping.
As soon as the two of you pass the front door, Aeri pushes you against the door and kisses you. You stumble straight into the door, surprised.
You can feel her red lipstick rub off on you, making your eyebrows slightly twitch. She leans her whole body towards yours, grabbing your shoulders and rubbing against your thigh. You grab her hips as you slightly push her inside the apartment.
Barely past the start of the hallway, she pulls away and drops to her knees. You watch as Aeri fumbles with the hem of your pants.
"What are you-?"
"It's an apology." She mumbles, nervously looking up at you.
'Fuck..' You can feel yourself slowly harden at the sight.
She pulls down your briefs and grabs a hold of your cock, gently pumping with both of her hands. When she's satisfied she starts to lick the tip.
Aeri lets out a satisfied moan when she sees you leak precum.
"Hurry up..."
You grab the side of her head with your right hand - almost covering her whole head - and push her mouth towards the base of your cock. She opens her mouth wide, easily taking you down her throat.
It's not her first time after all.
She lightly scratches your thigh when her nose reaches your pelvis, closing her eyes while trying to adjust. After a few seconds, she lightly bobs her head, purposely letting out loud noises.
You watch her face as she struggles to keep her jaw open - clearly not satisfied.
"You said this was an apology right?"
Your girlfriend's eyes snap open, nervously looking into yours.
As soon as she lets out a hum, you quickly snap your hips into her throat - making her gag.
You keep her face up with your hands, staring directly into her eyes. She lets out small moans as you continuously pound into her throat.
"Good girl, you're doing so good.. You wanna make it up to daddy right?"
She lets out a small whine, tears streaming down her face as she struggles to keep herself up on her knees. You let out a loud groan and finally spill into her throat. You gently pull out your softening member from her, looking with awe at the lipstick mark left at the base.
Aeri coughs, but tries to swallow every drop of cum in her mouth.
"Are you sorry baby?
She whimpers.
"Hmm? You don't think that was enough?"
You help her stand up and watch adoringly as she shakes her head. You wipe the corner of her mouth with your thumb.
"Oh really? But I do sweetheart."
She lets out another whimper, shoving her face into your shoulder. You naturally hold onto her waist, and lean down to whisper in her ear.
"Strip."
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annaesterella · 8 months ago
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What if.. Darling just decided to sacrifice herself for the Batfam, and after that, she starts going into an loop of sacrifices for them, again and again.
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“𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.. 𝘋𝘖 𝘐𝘛 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡”
𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Obsession, unhealthy habits, time loop, manipulation, yan themes, yandere undertones, yan-platonic bat family, romantic- yan Jason Todd --- English is not my first language, consider it (por favor)
Fem reader
Batfam is cray cray, they see you as their daughter(sis) in law, and Jason sees you as his lover (HE GOT THE BIGGER TOOTH PICK AND HE IS SO HAPPY BECAUSE OF IT)
Kid- Damian ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Dad- Bruce
Teen- Tim ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Brother: Dick
Alfred - granpa ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Sister, family friends, animals: Cass, Duke,Steph and Babs, Alfred the cat and Titus.
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Again.. when did it all started? Well.. it started.. a 500 loops ago, it was.. at first an act of "accidental" sacrifice. A child, who she didn't know, being used as a hostage by some other stupid villain, she decided it would be "lovely" to give up on her life, which was already ready to end, after all, a child should live a happy and peaceful life, her life was already on her..? Fuck.. she doesn't remember, but still, he should live, live the life she couldn't; then she did it, she jumped, got herself shot and saw the world burn as the great Dark Knight and his lil hero frienda showed up. She smiled, as she looked up at the little kid. Slowly, she saw herself walking towards a door, only to feel some strong hands on her shoulders, pulling her back, she looked back only to see herself again in the mirror, again, as if what she done didn't happen, as if it was just a shitty dream of her dying, she got up, dressed up and went to her.. life? As if she could call *It* that way, haha..
The day seemed the same, just some things different, maybe it was all a dream after all, but still, it felt really..soft to be dead, she wouldn't kill herself, but still... Comfortable, then again, she heard a crash, looking in the way of the loud noise, as if the dream was becoming real, the difference is that this time it was and old man, and a building breaking behind him. She widened her eyes, running to the old man, she helped him to get out of there, only to look behind and see that large building making a shadow, she looked at the old man that screamed to her to get out of there, only to hear the deafening sound of silence and a thin sound, she smiled, before closing her eyes again, and seeing the door, she walked towards It, only to feel that rough hands pulling her back again, she again looked back, only to see the door and the room, before waking up again. She was now unsure if it was *again* just a dream
Again the day seemed the same, again just some silly things were different, she looked at the clock, 10:00.. an loud crash and an teen boy screamed at the top of his lungs, she looked at his way and saw a villain, threatening the boy while hurting his arm with something that seemed like a dagger.. she then grabbed some thing and with all her rage and strengh she tossed it on his head, she only saw the last 10 seconds, the villain letting the teen go, and going towards her, all very slowly, she just looked at the teen, screaming at her to get out, but again, she just smiled and then she just heard again that deafening sound, the door, and she runned towards It again, but then, she fell, feeling someone, of something, drag her again. *Again* she woke up, tired, but still.. what If she didn't got out the house? No.. she wanted to see what would happen now.
And That's how we ended up on this Goddamn loop. Again, but why she can't just die? Why she must come back every time? Who pulls her back? Who are those people who she saves? Does she know them? Would she know them if she lived? Would she? She saved all of them, *all of them* The kid, the dad, the brother, the sister, the friends, the granpa, even animals! all of them, in loops, she even tried to get their names, but it was always too fast, too late, but still, who pulled her back? Why she couldn't pass through the door?
There she was.. their little star, their lil savior.. still, it felt so.. mean of them to let her die, after the 10th time, Alfred had to stop going, or he wouldn't be capable to look at her without feeling guilty when it was their time to rescue her, his lil grand-daughter-in-law, it was how he would call her, again, they looked at her by some window, the window of that room, the one she can't get in, not without their help. Today it was his first and last time getting saved before they got her, after all, they already knew their little star, she saw them 499 times before this one, today it was the day of her lover, the one who picked up the bigger toothpick and got to be her soon-to-be fiancé, She is not his lil star, she is his sun, the one he must pull back to save them, again, to be saved. He got ready, jumping into the reality, seeing all her daily rotine, before seeing 10:00 on the big clock, he then heard a bomb and saw her running towards him, ready to save him, then he perked up, not giving a single care in the world about the bomb, only about his goddess, his sun.
She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw someone new, who was he? Still, she had to save him, when she heard the tick tock, it all clicked on her mind, she ran to him, as if slow motion, trying to get him out of there, only to get picked up by him, finally, something different happened, when she saw she didn't die, she saw the bank exploding and all, but she didn't die, SHE DIDN'T DIE! She started sobbing, as she saw Batman and his family flying through the air to fight the villains, as she cried in the arms of the big, tall stranger, hugging him as he walked, not seeing where he was taking her. She again fell asleep, she saw the door, and didn't try to walk towards It, again crying as she thought she died again, in the arms of her "savior" but then, the door opened, she felt that same strong hands around her, this time caressing her hand and in her waist, as she walked towards the door, she saw all of them, the people who she saved, in some kind of living room, waiting for her, with open arms, as the person behind her leaned in, saying in her ear, before kissing her cheek and snuggling in her neck, as she looked at his dark curls with an white streak.
“𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲,𝘠/𝘕, 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳.. ”
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rd0265667 · 5 months ago
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Minji x Reader: Mercy, The Fool's Errand
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TW!: Warning, there is quite alot of Violence and a slight bit of Gore(but there will be a TW before hand) A/N: Trying a more action oriented fic with Spiderwoman Minji, maybe will spring into something more 👀 Permanent Taglist: @cwpiqwon @justme-idle
Dropping down silently, Spider Woman landed behind a thug who was struggling to light a cigarette. Before the thug could react, Spiderwoman snatched the cigarette away, punching the thug in the gut. As he yelped in pain, she lit the cigarette, tossing it into his mouth, before webbing his mouth shut
“Didn’t your mom ever tell you smoking kills? Lucky for you, I’m way more effective than lung cancer. And a sucker for irony too.” Seeing more thugs, Spiderwoman webbed this thug up, swinging him and throwing him at the incoming thug. Jumping at the nearest thug, Spiderwoman webbed his mouth shut and gave him a quick uppercut, sending him sprawling into a pile of crates. The commotion caught the attention of two nearby thugs, who turned around, guns drawn. Spiderwoman launched herself at them, twisting mid-air to avoid their shots. She landed between them, delivered a rapid-fire punch to the first thug's gut, then spun around and kicked the second thug in the chest.
“I don’t get it—do you guys buy bullets in bulk? Costco membership? And seriously, where’s your safety training? Is there even safety on this gun?” Spiderwoman asked, before smacking him across the face with the butt of the rifle
The other thug staggers up, reaching for a knife. Spiderwoman webs the knife to her hand, tossing it straight into his chest. “Knife to meet you! Ha, I’ve been dying to use that one. Okay, technically I’m not the one dying, you are, but yada yada, spare me the semantics”
Another thug tried to surprise her from behind, swinging a crowbar. Spiderwoman ducked, then flipped backward, landing on the thug’s shoulders. Wrapping her arms around the thug, she jumped up, smashing his head into the ground as his neck jerked with a sickening crunch
“Crowbars? That’s cute. Didn’t know I was fighting a gang of Home Depot employees. You guys got discounts on those, or…? Meh, I don’t think dead employees get discounts. Oh well.”
SpiderWoman noticed a group of thugs at the far end of the warehouse, raising their guns. She shot a web at a nearby crate and swung it into them, knocking them down like bowling pins.
“Strike! And the crowd goes wild! Well, not really. But hey, you should see my high score at the arcade.”
As Spider woman landed, a thug swung a chain at her. She caught the chain mid-swing, yanked the thug forward, and clotheslined him.
“You know, I read somewhere that chainmail is making a comeback. But you, my friend, are not pulling it off.”
A thug sneaks up behind her, swinging a bat. Spiderwoman’s spider-sense tingles, and she ducks just in time. She webs the thug’s feet to the floor and yanks the bat out of his hands, twirling it like a baton.
“Batter up! Or should I say, ‘batter down’? No? Wow, tough crowd. Maybe I should stick to knock-knock jokes.”
She swings the bat, cracking it against the thug’s head, sending him spinning. The thug drops, twitching. Spiderwoman exaggeratedly raises her hand, running around the spot like a baseball game “And the crowd goes wild! Okay, nobody’s awake…or alive, but still. I’m a hit!”
Another thug tried to charge him with a bat. Spiderwoman sidestepped, grabbed the bat, and broke it over her knee, using the broken pieces to jab the thug in the shoulders, before a last one right in the stomach.
“Another goddamn bat? Really? What is this, amateur night? I’m expecting Joker to pop out and tell me this was all a prank.”
The last thug was backing away, visibly trembling, his gun shaking in his hands. Spiderwoman took a step forward, then another, until she was right in the thug’s face.
“Relax, man, I’m not gonna kill all of you. You, I’ll probably just ruin your evening. And maybe your dental work.”
Before the thug could respond, Spiderwoman webbed his gun to the ceiling and delivered a quick jab to the thug's stomach,followed by a punch to the face, the impact causing a crack in the ground Seeing the last thug left in the warehouse, Spiderwoman swung over, landing on the boxes next to the thug “I surrender, Don’t kill me!” The thug shouted out, dropping her gun to the ground. “Alright, but only if I get to tell you a joke.” Spiderwoman quips, twirling around a karambit she had found. “Okay!” The thug responded excitedly, relieved to have a way out. “Knock knock.” Spiderwoman started “Who’s there?” “Death.” Spiderwoman deadpanned “Death whrrg.” The thug began, before Spiderwoman dropped down, swiping the karambit across the thug's neck as she dropped to the ground, holding her neck as blood spurted wildly from the wound. “God I love Rowan Atkinson.” Spiderwoman chuckled to herself
“You know, I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve got a hot date. And maybe some takeout. Do bad guys even eat? I mean, it’s like you’re always here, doing the crime thing. You must have terrible Yelp reviews.”
Spiderwoman started walking toward the exit, then paused, looking back over his shoulder.
“By the way, if you’re thinking of sending more guys after me, here’s a tip: maybe hire a better interior decorator. This warehouse looks like the set of every bad action movie ever. Seriously, a potted plant wouldn’t kill you.”
She shot a web, swinging up into the rafters and disappearing into the shadows, leaving behind a warehouse full of groaning thugs and shattered crates.
As she swung away into the night, she muttered to herself, “I should really charge for this. Hero work, witty banter, interior design tips… Talk about multi-tasking.”
Her swing back to the rooftop was an uneventful one, thankfully. You were gonna kill her if you were late again, and she didn’t want to deal with that today. With a final swing, Minji soared into the air, landing with a final forward roll, jogging into the small shed at the rooftop. As she rushed into the shed, she smirked, leaning on the doorframe. “Just in time.” Minji said with a chuckle. Your eyes narrowed, staring at Minji, before shaking your head with a small sigh. “You’re cutting it close Kim. And to think I made your favourite for tonight.” “Ice cream?” Minji’s smile spread wide across her face. “Yep, mint chocolate.” You teased, Minji’s face dropping in horror. “You might be the worst person I’ve ever met. And I’ve literally met every villain in this city.” Minji said in horror “I’m kidding, its that cheesecake flavour you told me you liked that once.” You rolled your eyes, seeing Minji’s eyes widen, sparkling with excitement. “So what’s the special occasion? You even broke out the ice cream maker Auntie bought in that one garage sale?” Minji asked as she dug into the ice cream as if it was about to disappear. “If I recall, that was the garage sale you were supposed to help out in, but disappeared. Ahma was so pissed at you.” You jabbed with a chuckle, Minji wincing as she remembered those piercing, disappointed eyes that seemed to eat at her soul. Ghost Rider could never. “Not answering the question honey.” Minji teased, once again digging back into the bowl of ice cream before her. “I wanted to talk to you about reinstating your no kill rule.” You sat next to Minji, putting her hand in yours. “Nope.” Minji quickly replied, continuing to dig into the ice cream as if you had not said a word Taken aback, you quickly snatched the bowl away from Ice Cream away from Minji. You were well aware that if she wanted to, you couldn’t have taken that bowl from her if your life depended on it, but at least this proved she was listening. Somewhat at least. “I’m serious.” You gripped Minji’s hand tighter, trying to look her in the eyes “Ralph Dibny. Caitlin Luz. Joseph Wiegand. Corey Steele. Rachel Ong. 5 Dead, 236 people injured.” Minji stared at you dead in the eye. Your grip softened, you knew those names, you knew those numbers. The casualty report from the Goblin’s last attack, “If I had put the Goblin down the first time she tried anything, they would still be here. Rachel…She would still be here.”  Minji seethed in rage. “Kim Minjeong.” You rebutted. “What about her?” Minji asked, clearly irritated at this line of questioning. “You fought her at Silph Labs a month ago, when she tried to steal some tech prototype.” “And?” You walked over to the computer, all it took was some typing to pull up some articles. “Have you heard of this new hero in Moapa Valley? Winter Flare? That’s Kim Minjeong.” You brought up a new message tab of communication. “I’ve been in contact with Crimson Banshee, the vigilante at Moapa Valley. She figured out what Minjeong was using that prototype for.” You took a small brown file, handing it to Minji, who looked at the file in apprehension. “Open it.” You nudged, Minji sighing before opening the file. “Her name is Yu Jimin. She was suffering from a rare genetic disease, and it was fatal. That prototype was the only thing that could save Jimin, and it did. A few days ago, the prototype was found in the office, frozen in a block of ice, and now, Moapa has a new protector.” “Your point?” Minji asked, going back to the couch.
“Some of them deserve a second chance. Not all of them, of course. The Goblin, The Chuuker, the mass murderers, the monsters, put them in the ground. I have no moral argument about that. But some of them deserve at least a shot at redemption. Like Minjeong. Good people, forced by circumstance to do bad things. That doesn’t make them villains, they’re just desperate, lost. You’re a hero, Minji, children look up to Spiderwoman everyday, but parents are afraid, Minji. They don’t want their kids to think murder is the first answer to everything. Just killing them may seem like it’s the right way out, but it’s just the easy way out. Some of these people deserve a second chance, a shot at redemption, but if they choose to turn bad again, you’ll be there to stop them again, my amazing spiderwoman.” You placed your hand on her cheek, attempting to reassure her. “But what if they change, attack again, and I can’t stop them? The lives that they’ll take, they’re on me.” Minji’s tone lowered, hands trembling as fear overcame her. “I know it’s difficult, baby, but killing isn’t the answer. It’s chipping away at your soul. Please. Think about it?” You pleaded, to which Minji nodded. “Now, I believe I promised you movie night. So what movie shall it be?” You asked, cuddling into Minji on the couch, remote in your hand as you turned on the TV. “Well, I’d say Lilo and Stitch, but I’m not paying fucking 13 bucks a month Disney.” Minji said, turning to look into what was seemingly thin air. “Who are you talking to this time?” You asked amusedly, not new to Minji’s antics “Let’s just watch the Titanic for the 20th thousand time.” Minji said, causing you to giggle. “It’s a good movie, and I expect a little more leeway with movie selection after I spent the whole day after class churning your goddamn cheesecake ice cream.” You playfully rolled your eyes, causing Minji to roll her eyes in mocking response, before pulling you in for a cuddle. “Jack would have fit on that goddamn door by the way.”
Spiderwoman clings to a steel beam high above the construction site, her eyes scanning the ground below. She had heard chatters of a new self proclaimed Genius Villain in town. Smartest in the world. “How many Smartest people in the world are there? It’s like how many first Baptist churches I see around this city. Like, one of them got to actually be first right?” Spiderwoman grabbed the screen, pulling it toward her mouth like a mic to talk to the people on the other side. “Okay okay, this is what you readers came here for. It’s showtime, grab your popcorn, turn off that music you’re playing in the background. Shits about to get real.” Spiderwoman lets go off the screen, pushing it back into the air, before cracking her knuckles
“Alright, Scipio,” Spiderwoman calls out, her voice echoing through the empty site. “Time to settle the score. And before you ask, no, I don’t have a coupon for this ass-kicking, so you’re gonna have to take it full price.”
A shadow moves in the darkness below, and Scipio steps into the light. He’s dressed in tactical gear, his posture calm and ready. A rope dart, its metal tip glinting ominously, coils in his hand.
“Nice rope dart! I guess you’re planning to make me your personal piñata. Hope you brought enough candy for the both of us!” Spiderwoman quips, assessing the threat before her
“You’ve been busy, Spiderwoman,” Scipio says, his voice smooth. “But tonight, I’m going to show you that brains can beat brawn.”
Spiderwoman drops from the beam, flipping gracefully in mid-air before landing softly on the ground. She bounces lightly on the balls of her feet, adopting a fighting stance “Brains, huh? Let’s see how smart you feel when you’re wrapped up like a mummy in webs.”
Without warning, Scipio whips the rope dart toward her, the tip slicing through the air with a deadly hiss. Spiderwoman reacts instantly, firing a webline to a nearby beam and yanking herself out of its path. She swings in a wide arc, twisting her body to deliver a flying kick to Scipio’s head. He ducks just in time, but she’s already flipping over him, landing lightly on the other side.
“Cheap Shot Buster! But you’re gonna have to be quicker than that!” she taunts, shooting another webline to a distant crane and pulling herself upward. She swings from the web, her body swaying slightly as she observes him from above. “And try not to get dizzy from all this swinging around. I know it can be a lot to handle. I’ve got a good pharmacy guy if you need him.”
Scipio doesn’t waste any time. He snaps the rope dart back, the metal tip whipping around his body as he takes aim. Spiderwoman swings toward him, her body twisting mid-air as she dodges the dart again, using a webline to redirect herself upward. She lands on a high beam, crouched and ready.
“Nice toy you got there,” she quips, firing a web to a nearby scaffold and using it to slingshot herself downward. “But mine’s better.” She somersaults through the air, aiming to land a kick on Scipio’s chest. But he’s prepared—he spins the rope dart around him, creating a whirling barrier that she narrowly avoids.
“Looks like you’re dancing with danger!” she shouts, using her webs to dodge and weave through the air. “I hope you’ve been taking dance lessons.”
Scipio growls in frustration and charges, his rope dart whipping through the air with deadly precision. Spiderwoman spins away, flipping into the air and firing webs to keep him off balance. She catches the dart mid-air and spins it around her hand, using it as a makeshift weapon to parry his next attack.
“Whoa, you’re really sticking to your guns—literally!” she jokes, a barrel role to narrowly dodge the rope dart. “But I’m afraid your aim is a little off. Better luck next time!”
Scipio narrows his eyes, clearly annoyed. He lunges at her with a series of rapid, precise strikes, but she dodges and counters, her movements a blur of agility and acrobatics. With a flourish, Scipio sends the rope dart with astonishing speed, though Spiderwoman was able to narrowly dodge, allowing the rope dart to twirl around her, sending it back at Scipio, causing him to duck, knocking him off his balance
“You’re like a cat in a laser pointer shop,” Spiderwoman quips, spinning around to land a kick to his ribs. “Always swatting at things you can’t quite catch!”
Scipio stumbles, but he catches himself, spinning around to deliver a backhand that Spiderwoman barely dodges. She retaliates with a series of punches, but Scipio blocks most of them, using her momentum against her to throw her off balance, one gap in her attack all he needed to knock her back.
Spiderwoman lands lightly on her feet, her breath coming in quick bursts. This guy is good—really good. But she’s not done yet. Not by a long shot. “Oh you’re good. As the shitheads on Mobile Legends say, Music.” Spiderwoman says, quickly followed by two quick claps, before lunging back at Scipio
She fires a web at a steel beam, yanking herself into the air. Scipio follows, leaping after her with lightning quick agility. But Spiderwoman has the advantage here—she swings from beam to beam, her experience of fighting mid swing proving advantageous as she dodged, bobbed, and parried everything Scipio tried to throw at her
“Catch me if you can!” she shouts, twisting mid-air to avoid a punch and landing a spinning kick to his head. “Or, you know, keep missing and I’ll just keep making jokes. Your call!”
Scipio reels from the kick, but he recovers quickly, grabbing her leg and pulling her down to the ground with him. They hit the concrete hard, but Spiderwoman uses the momentum to roll away, springing back to her feet. She fires a web to a nearby crane and pulls herself up, swinging in a wide arc before dropping down on Scipio from above. He raises his arms to block, but she’s too fast—she lands a solid punch to his jaw, followed by a kick to his chest that sends him crashing into a pile of rubble.
Scipio groans, struggling to get back to his feet. But Spiderwoman is already moving, her webs snapping out to wrap around his arms and legs. She yanks him off the ground, swinging him in a wide arc before slamming him into a steel beam. The impact reverberates through the site, and Scipio collapses to the ground, dazed.
Spiderwoman lands lightly beside him, breathing hard. Her fists clench and unclench as she stares down at him, her mind racing. She could end it all right now—just one more hit, and he’d be done for. “Go ahead.  I’ve heard all about this before. Spiderwoman, the penumbra of this city. End me.” Scipio said, out of breath “Shut up.” Spiderwoman sighs. You were right. There was a better way to do this. With a shake of the head, Spiderwoman turns to walk away. “You’re letting me go?” Scipio questioned
Spiderwoman gazes down at him, her expression unreadable. “Because someone believes there is a better way to do things,” she says quietly. “And I’m starting to believe it too.”
She webs him to the ground, ensuring he won’t be going anywhere until the authorities arrive. “Don’t feel so smart now, do you, genius?” As she prepares to swing away, she looks back at him one last time, her voice hardening.
“Consider yourself lucky,” she says, her tone cold. “This is your one chance, repent, use that big brain for the good of society. But this is a warning, if I ever see you again, I won’t be making any more promises. And next time, bring more than just a rope dart.”
In the wreckage of the construction site, Scipio laid there, groaning in pain, though a small smile on his face. The fight might have been lost, but the war had just begun. It was not a war he anticipated being alive to see, but he wasn’t complaining. As the dot blinked on the screen on his wrist, Scipio smirked. Revenge would be swift, precise, fiery.
Exhausted, Minji walked into the shed. “How’d it go?” You asked, tossing her her usual isotonic drink. “I did it. New Guy in town, Scipio. I think he just wanted to test his skill against mine. He’s smart, and he’s good. Really good. Hopefully he uses the second chance wisely.” Minji said, leaning into the back hug you had thrown her into. “I’m proud of you.” You said, ruffling her hair as Minji smiled. “Alright, I’m going down to the chemistry labs to make some more web fluid.” Minji said, yawning as she tossed her suit to a corner, dressing down into a more comfortable jumpsuit. “Alright, I’ll do some research on Scipio while you’re gone, then maybe we'll go for supper?” You asked “You read my mind bro.” Minji chuckled, walking to you at your chair, leaving a small kiss on your forehead, before heading down the building to the chemistry lab.
Minji hummed a soft tune as she mixed the chemicals she needed. It was a slow process, but after so much time spent crime fighting, this time spent had become more or less a routine for her. She leaned back on her stool, allowing her mind to drift as she swirled the beaker in her hand. As she swirled it, however, she suddenly had a heavy feeling in her chest, the same feeling when her spidey senses go into overdrive. “Damn, I’ve been working too hard, maybe some chimichangas later.” Minji joked to herself, but as she swirled the beaker, she could not shake the horrible feeling. Now slightly wary, Minji got up from her seat, looking around the lab. “Alright, Monster in the closet, the Sonic CGI before we told Paramount they could go fuck themselves. Come out, come out wherever you are.” Minji called out, only to be met with silence, before hearing a deafening scream. Minji’s face paled. She bolted out of the lab, going as fast as her legs could take her, running up the stairs, only to recoil in horror as she saw the shed in flames. “Y/N!” She screamed out, hoping to find you amidst the rubble. Jumping into the shed, looking around, frantically looking for you. Seeing your hand sticking out amidst the dust, she jumped in, picking you up in a fireman’s carry, before running out from the shed. “Hey, babe, it’s okay, you’re safe now.” Minji whispers to you, holding you tight against her chest. “Babe?” Minji whispered, realising that you were unreactive. She placed a finger to your neck, her trembling hands realising you didn’t have a pulse. “No, No, No, Not again, this can’t be happening again.” Minji muttered under her breath Minji quickly tried CPR, her chest compressions growing more frantic as you remained unresponsive. Minji collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily as she fell back in horror. Looking to her hand, she quickly vibrated her hand, seeing small blue sparks of electricity forming on her hand. A power that she had found not too long ago, and your last hope. With trembling hands, Minji placed her hand on your chest, causing your body to jolt up in the air, but you remained unconscious. The sounds of sirens quickly flooded the area, the alarm clearly having been tripped by the fire. As the medics rushed the area, Minji let the paramedics around your body. After some checks, Minji saw the medic look to her watch, confirming her worst fear. As Minji fell back to the ground, stunned as the paramedics wheeled you away, she noticed something in the corner. Her suit. She slowly walked over to it, noticing a small blinking red light you had not noticed before, accompanied by a note. “With regards from the New Rogues, and Scipio ~Inferno.” Minji’s fist tightened, sparks flying out from her fist.
“Where are they! You have 10 seconds to tell me, before I gouge your eyeballs out.” Minji screamed, punching the thug she had found, webbing him upside down. “I don’-” Before the thug could finish his sentence, Minji punched him in the face, his head thrashing through the cinder wall behind him, jaw agape. “You next. Tell me something I want to hear or your jaw won’t even stay on like that guy’s.” Minji threatened. “Okay, okay, I heard some chatter of some gathering in a warehouse downtown. Let me go, please, I don’t want any trouble.” He screamed out. Minji nodded, turning around. “Hey, mind letting us down genius?” The thug screamed out, before Minji webbed his mouth, before giving it a rough yank, Minji swinging away from the source of the screams, his jaw hanging over his nose.
Minji’s eyes darkened as she perched atop the warehouses. Seeing light from the warehouse next to this one, she swung over, seeing Scipio, beside him being 3 other costumed figures, one with his hands over Scipio, seemingly healing him from the injuries he had suffered prior. Minji jumped down from the warehouse, landing on her toes, walking slowly into the warehouse. The other 3 villains were shocked, crouching into fighting stances as they kept their eyes on Minji. Scipio, however, chuckled as he watched Minji walking in. “Like the gift, Spiderwoman? As you can see, I’ve brought a lot more than a rope dart this time. I present to you, my new rogues. That there is Specter, this here is Gaze, and my friend over there is Inferno, the one responsible for sending you your gift.” Scipio said, winding his rope dart around his arm. “What, cat got your tongue? No more quips anymore genius?” Scipio questioned, smirking, believing he had broken Minji’s spirit. He had broken something, though he was gonna wish he hadn’t “Answer the boss when he’s talking to you!” Specter shouted, deciding to bum rush Minji. In one fluid move, Minji webbed Specter in the forehead, harshly yanking it, causing him to hit the ground hard on his face. Minji walked up to Specter, palming his head and lifting him up by his head, staring dead at the 3 other villains.
TW! Slightly Gory
Without a word, Minji’s hands began to shoot off sparks, Specter’s body shaking in Minji’s hand, the current running through his head, his eyeballs popping from his head, hanging from his eyes like a pinata at a halloween party, and his body began to smell like burnt charcoal. “What the fuck!” Scipio shouted out in shock. Tossing the body to a side, Minji shot her webs upward, pulling down the only light source in the room, causing it to crash down around the 3 villains left, as they all jumped out of the way. Minji’s eyes burned with rage, the darkness her ally as she lunged into action
“Reaper to Wildcat, I’m at the warehouse, checking out the disturbance. I’ll report back in a short while.” The figure shrouded in a black cloak, a sickle in hand said into their comlink “Roger that Reaper. Be careful, we don’t know what happened in there.” Wildcat’s voice rang through the comms, though it was quickly snuffed out by a scream from inside the warehouse. The Reaper bolted in, seeing copious amounts of blood stains on the ground, the charred body of Specter laying on the ground, eyeballs all but disconnected, skin charred, his two legs seemingly having been torn off. “What in the world?” The reaper muttered under their breath, walking cautiously into the next room, only to stop in shock. The Reaper had seen alot in their crime fighting escapades, many many atrocities, but none came even close to this sight. “What have you done!” The reaper screamed out. In the middle of the room, crouched Minji, standing upon a web the shade of dark crimson red. But this web was not spun of silk, instead, the web was formed by a grotesque collaboration of limbs, ligaments, muscles, a crimson red web of anger and gore
“I did what I had to.” Minji coldly replied, standing up and jumping in front of the Reaper. “Where are the villains?” The reaper demanded to know. “Some here, some there, some on the ceiling. But alive. For now at least. I’ll finish up in a moment. I need the web to be complete, to send a message to the wannabe villains of the world.” Minji nonchalantly said, gesturing to the corner. In the corner laid 3 bodies of the villains, all in different states of being. Missing limbs, faces burned, clawed off, jaw ripped clean off. They all laid, screaming in agony.
(We good from here on) “You can’t do this!” The Reaper shouted out in horror. “Why not? These villains don’t understand logic. So I speak the only language they speak, violence, splayed out so undeniably in their face that they’d fucking shoot themselves in the stomach before daring to step out of their houses in their shitty spandex or their half cooked schemes. “And what if villains take notice and want to kill you to make a name for themselves?” The reaper demanded to know “Then I expand my web.” Minji said
“I thought you changed recently. I heard of your fight with Scipio. You went back to how it was before the Goblin killed Rachel. But that’s gone again? I had faith in you, convinced wildcat to give you time, that in time, you’d show mercy.” The reaper said, before Minji let out a shrill chuckle “Mercy? Mercy cost me Rachel. Mercy cost me my aunt and Uncle. Mercy cost me my friends, my family. Mercy’s an easy thing to preach, when everyone you love is a goddamn superhero, Reaper. Mercy sounds good, until it bites the hand that feeds like the ungrateful dog it is, the mercy extended to these subhuman animals. Mercy cost me….it cost me Y/N. They were my second chance, my happiness after so much time of anger and hatred, and Mercy took them away from me. Hah, Mercy, the fool's errand”
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gingerteafairy · 1 month ago
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stress relief (luke cooper x reader)
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Luke tries to cheer you up on a bad day. Spoiler: it’s clumsy, annoying, and oddly sweet.
tags n warnings: fluff, brief bullying, (legal) age gap, and lil mommy kink. word count: 1.1k
Your day started horribly. Scratch that, it was the absolute worst.
It all began because your alarm didn’t go off on time, and being late was practically the cardinal sin in your office. Worse, this was the third time. The first? Your motorcycle broke down. The second? The bus was late. And now? You were already 15 minutes behind and would be walking into the office a whole 40 minutes late.
Why was that such a big deal? Because Michael Scott always made it his mission to embarrass you with some over-the-top joke—often with Dwight’s enthusiastic assistance. Yep, it was shaping up to be one of those days.
Throwing on a jacket, you rushed out the door, snagging a quick snack to eat on the bus. As you downed the last sip of coffee, the universe delivered its cruelest blow: the bus broke down just two blocks from the office. "Thank God I wore sneakers today," you muttered before taking off at a jog.
“Guess who’s late again!” Michael’s voice rang out the moment you stepped through the doors. His arms spread wide like he was announcing a guest on The Price is Right. “Our very own cheerleader for Team ‘Laters.’ Get it? Like Lakers, but...you know, late!”
“I get it,” you puffed, forcing a smile and trying to steady your breath. “Can I sit down now?”
“Sure, but—”
“No,” Dwight cut in, standing up with his hands on his hips like a sheriff in an old western. “Also, I’m out of paper.”
“Then go get some,” you replied, rolling your eyes.
“Oh no, that’s a job for the laters, isn’t it, Michael?” Dwight arched an eyebrow at his boss.
“Uh…yeah?” Michael hesitated, then shrugged. “The paper’s in the—”
“I know where it is,” you cut him off, trying to stay polite but firm.
As you walked past Pam, she mouthed an apologetic “sorry.” You gave her a small smile and whispered, “It’s fine,” even though it wasn’t. After dropping your bag and coat at your desk with a heavy sigh, you barely had time to collect yourself before Jim leaned over with a shy smile, a pen balanced between his teeth.
“Need a hand?” he whispered. “Pam can keep Dwight busy, and I’ve been itching to try something new on him.”
“Thanks, but I’ll be fine,” you whispered back, smiling at the thoughtfulness. “Besides, I could use some quiet time…away from, you know, them.”
Jim nodded with mock solemnity. “Fair point. Good luck in the trenches.”
The annex was eerily quiet, save for the hum of the vending machine. As you poured a fresh cup of coffee, you heard the door creak open. Turning, you were met with Luke Cooper’s familiar smirk. Just great—Michael’s lazy, bratty nephew. Exactly who you didn’t need to see right now.
“Hey,” Luke greeted, shoving his hands into his pockets as he strolled over.
You sighed, rolling your eyes. “What do you want, Luke? I’m not in the mood for games.”
“Ouch.” He feigned a hurt expression, though the mischievous twinkle in his eye remained. “I just wanted to say hi. No need to get all feisty.”
“What do you want, Luke?” you asked, not even turning around. “Just say it, goddamn.”
“Oh, somebody woke up grumpy,” he teased, sidling up next to you.
You took a slow sip of coffee, willing yourself not to strangle him. “Luke, I swear, if you’re about to pull one of your stupid pranks—"
“Me? A prank? Never.” His smirk widened.
Rolling your eyes, you grabbed a box of paper and started toward the door. Of course, Luke trailed behind like a particularly annoying shadow.
“Why are you following me?” you demanded.
“Because I’m bored,” he replied simply. “Angela’s desk was a dead end. No dirt. You’re way more entertaining.”
“Why don’t you help me with these boxes?” you suggested, gesturing to the heavy stacks.
He gave them a glance and made a face, sticking out his bottom lip in an adorable irritating pout. “And what do I get in return?”
“Uhm… I dunno, what about nothing?,” you snapped, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe the satisfaction of actually working for once?”
Luke let out a mock gasp. “Wow. You sound just like my mom.”
Your patience snapped. “Listen, kid, I bust my ass every day in this place. I squeeze onto overcrowded buses, deal with your uncle’s antics, and somehow manage not to lose it. The least you could do is—”
“Whoa, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” he teased, stepping closer with that infuriating grin. “But, hey…you’re kinda cute when you’re mad, wanna go out? I know just the place to lit you up, mommy.”
Your jaw dropped. “Are you serious right now? Mommy?”
“Very, mommy.” He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, clearly enjoying himself, throwing a tempting wink at you. 
That was the last straw. Throwing your hands in the air, you turned back to the boxes. “You know what? Forget it."
Before you could grab one, Luke caught your wrist gently, pulling you to face him. His tone shifted. “Hey, hey. Don’t be like that. I was just messing with you.”
“Well, congrats,” you snapped, yanking your hand away. “You succeeded in making me mad.”
For the first time, his smirk faltered. He stepped back, shoving his hands into his pockets again. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to…you seemed down. I thought I could...you know, cheer you up. Guess I’m not great at that.”
His words made you pause. You sighed, guilt settling in. “It’s not that, Luke. I’m just…having a terrible day.”
Without a word, he bent down and grabbed a box, hoisting it easily onto his shoulder. “Thanks,” you murmured, surprised.
“Don’t mention it,” he said, his voice softer.“Seriously, don’t. I have a reputation to maintain.”
You laughed, and for the first time all day, it wasn’t forced. “And sorry for snapping. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”
Luke shrugged, his usual confidence returning. “No big deal. I’m used to being everyone’s punching bag.”
“Hey,” you said gently, resting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re not just some kid to push around.”
He blinked at you, clearly taken aback. “Thanks. But, uh…you kinda sound like a grandma right now.”
You chuckled, finally relaxing. “Well, I am older than you.”
“I like older women,” he quipped, winking. “Mommy kink, you notice? Very sexy.” 
Rolling your eyes, you pinched his cheek. “Brat. Now come on, let’s get this over with before your uncle finds a new way to torment me.”
As you walked back to the main office, Luke’s voice trailed behind you. “Hey, if I survive irritating Michael, will you go out with me?”
You smirked, not looking back. “7 PM. Tomorrow. Don’t be late.”
His face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Wait, seriously?!”
“Seriously,” you laugh as you walk ahead. 
From behind you, you could hear him muttering, “Best day ever.” The sound of him tripping over his own feet made you laugh for the first time all day. Luke wasn't the reason for your anger, but he knew damn well how to dissipate it. 
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the-froschamethyst4 · 1 year ago
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Save a horse, ride a cowboy
𖤐Pairing: Cowboy! Ghost x F! Reader
𖤐Pronouns: She/Her
𖤐Warnings: smut, P in V, fantasy, a bit of jealousy, drinking, smoking, flirting, enemies to lovers, ass grabbing, eating out, pussy slapping, mentions of violence and blood language, cocky Ghost
Y/n with Ghost in the same guild but they end up getting partnered up together for the same mission
Y/n has be dressed in a tight tiny skimpy outfit that drives Ghost mad and pisses him off when he sees other guys drool all over her
He ends up taking his anger and jealousy out on her
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10:30AM
Ghost had pushed opened the double doors to the guild where he works and get money.
“HEY PRICE! Any new jobs?” Ghost asked as he hoped to the bar and sat on the bar stool.
“Go look at the board. Soap’s put up some new jobs, Y/n’s checking out one,” when Ghost heard Y/n’s name he slammed his glass on the counter and saw her examining one of the papers.
“Like hell she is,” he got off the stool and strolled all the way to Y/n, snatching the papers from her hands.
“HEY!” Y/n turned and saw how Ghost held the papers above her head.
“What job is this. I might take it instead,” Ghost said as he started to look at it, his eyes widened when looking at the job.
The job: Wanted Dead or Alive: Jacob Killan $1,400,000
“$1,400,000!” Ghost yells.
“GIVE IT BACK GHOST!! I GOT IT FIRST!”
“Yeah right. You’re not getting this anymore,” he rolls the papers up and stuck them in his back pocket.
“Yeah we’ll newsflash Bone head, it’s a two person job that’s why the money is high you split it, I was going to ask König to come with me.”
“König?” He whispers and looked back down at Y/n who had her arms crossed over her chest.
“Yeah, because he actually wants to help me and not make fun of me,” she states.
“What?! I don’t make fun of you.”
“Yes, you do. You do it every time I get a job, you get mad that I got it before you, and then you make fun of me because you think I won’t be able to do it but guess I always get my money.” She said as she snatched the papers.
Ghost tried to grab them but he missed.
“Since…you saw the amount of money, do you want to join me on this mission?” Y/n asked.
“Sure, I guess,” he mumbled.
They walked to the desk to take the mission. Soap smiled and gave them the information where this Jacob guy was.
“He’s been at some bar for the past 3 weeks and the owner finally saw him and asked for help, so…Y/n you will have to be a dancer and Ghost you’re gonna be a patron for the bar,” Soap said.
Soap pulled out a tight tiny skimpy outfit. Ghost’s jaw dropped seeing it and Y/n held it against her body.
“Will this even fit?”
“It should, that is what his dancers wear.”
“Oh…shit…okay…” she said as she took the outfit and Ghost load up on ammo and made sure he had everything.
“Come on,” she said as they left the guild.
Soap chuckled as they left.
“Who would have known that those two will go on a mission together,” Price said coming around the bar.
“Yeah, from how much they hate each other figure Y/n would have fold and let him have it,” Soap chuckled again.
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“We take Betty,” Betty is Ghost’s horse.
“You can. I’ll walk,” she says as she made sure her dagger stayed put in her thigh.
“God you are so fucking stubborn, get on the goddamn horse.”
“No, dick, I’ll walk, I’ll meet you there,” she said as she walked away from him. He grabbed her wrist.
“Up.on.the.horse,” he says.
“Fine,” she gave in and got on the horses back. Ghost sat in front of her and instructed her to put her arms around his waist bit of course like usual, she refused to do so.
“Fine, suit yourself,” as he said that he clicked his tongue and flicked the reins which made Betty take off running which made Y/n wrap her arms around his waist.
She felt him chuckle as she looked over her shoulder and saw the beautiful city they lived become much smaller the farther they got.
She then looked forward knowing they have some time before they reach their destination.
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Betty came to to holt and Ghost got off her back and ‘helped’ Y/n, but she swatted his hand away from her waist.
“I don’t need your help, Ghost,” she said as she got off Betty.
“Whatever,” he put his hands up.
They stopped in the middle of some forest so they could take a little break and so Betty could get some water and food.
Y/n walked to the little river they stopped by and splashed water in her face. As she let the water fall on her, Ghost watched her and looked at her body.
Her thin white shirt soon was somewhat wet and she turned and he immediately looked away.
“Stop looking at me,” she said as she walked up to him and pushed his black cowboy hat down and cover his eyes.
“Can’t help it,” she could the smirk on his face. He pushed the hat back up on his head and surely enough she saw that stupid smirk.
“You’re such a pervert,” she mumbles.
“Am not,” he said as he got on Betty’s back and Y/n did too.
Ghost could feel her wet shirt pressed against his back and smirked at the fact he could also feel her harden nipples.
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They soon arrived at the town and Betty trotted around, they soon found the bar and Y/n got off first this time and opened the doors and Ghost tied Betty to a post.
Y/n went into the back where the girls were getting ready.
“Who the hell are you?” One of the girls asked and the others looked at Y/n.
“Umm~ I’m Y/n, I’m from North Guild, we got an ‘Wanted’ poster about some guy here and your boss wanted anyone to come and I was given this,” she showed off the outfit that matched the other girls.
“Oh, yes, thank you for coming,” the girl said. The whole rooms demeanor changed. It went from cold and serious to calm, bright and relief.
“I’m Candace, I’m the head girl here. Come with me,” she pushed open the curtains and pointed out Jacob at the bar.
“That’s him,” she said.
“He’s been here for so long and made us uncomfortable and has even threatened us too,” another girl said.
“Okay, my partner and I will take care of it.” Y/n said as she ducked back into the room.
“Who is your partner?” A girl on the bench asked.
“He’ll walk in soon,” she said as she removed her shirt and pants, leaving her in a matching pair of black panties and bra.
“He?” As one of the girls asked. They heard the bell above the door ring and the girls went to see who ‘he’ was.
They saw Ghost walk in, he fixed his hat, he adjusted his belt and sat a few seats away from Jacob.
“That’s him?” One asked.
“Yes,” Y/n said as she looked amazing in her outfit, she really looked like she belonged in this bar.
“WELCOME ALL TO HUDSONS BAR!” The announcer yelled catching the males attention to a stage. A bright light landed on him.
“Oh we have to get ready,” Candace said.
She pushes Y/n to the stage.
“H-hey wait,” Y/n said, she stood in the middle, since she was ‘new’ she would get the spotlight, she’ll get the most looks and the most men wanting her.
“It’s just for a little bit.”
“How long is a little bit?”
As she said that the curtains opened and the light landed on Y/n, who wasn’t even in the position as the rest of the girls. Candace gently pushed her to stand in their pose and to have her follow their lead.
Y/n felt uncomfortable being in the center, her face was red and she knew Ghost was probably enjoying her embarrassment.
But Ghost, he was more looking around on who he has to kill first for looking at her. He looked at the stage seeing her red face.
The girls soon made their way off stage as Y/n stayed on the stage. She felt even more embarrassed being alone up there.
She swayed her body like the others till she could hear the music slowly dying down which meant it was almost over. Soon she heard it stop, she brought her leg up and her arms up to look sexy bit really again she felt embarrassed. This is mainly why she does these missions alone.
The men clapped their hearts out and Ghost even clapped to make Y/n feel embarrassed.
She was ready to leave the stage but Candace stopped her.
“You’ll have to entertain them some more.”
“WHAT!? WHAT DO I EVEN DO!?” She yells.
“You’ll figure something out,” she smiles as the girls were now passing drinks and food around being waitresses.
“Fuck,” she mumbles as the music started again and she started just do random movies that she knows while also trying to look sexy and cute all at once.
“Mmmm~ this is so embarrassing,” she whispers to herself as she looked at Ghost to do something but Ghost just smiles at her embarrassment.
She got an idea to go talk to him. She seated her hips as she got off the stage, she passed the other men that drooled over her skimpy outfit. She placed her finger one of the guys chins making him ‘bark’ and coo out to her.
The others whistled to get her attention. But she moved to Ghost and placed her hands on his knees. She moved her body from side to side and leaned forward to his ear.
“Fucking do something,” she whispered. “I want to get this done and over with,” she said as she swayed away from him.
He just chuckles at her and moved to a free seat next to Jacob to talk to him.
“Which one would you pick?” Jacob immediately asked Ghost.
“Girl?”
“Yeah…” he looks at Ghost.
“I chose the hard working one.”
“Which is?”
“The one on stage,” Ghost taking a sip from his bourbon.
“Haha! I like you, I’d go with her and the head one,” he pints from Y/n to Candace.
“To do what actually?” Ghost asks.
“To fuck, to kill,” he says before gulping down his whiskey.
Ghost’s eyes widened at what he said.
"I'm gonna go smoke. You wanna come?" Jacob asked, grabbing a cigar from his pocket and Ghost nodded as he followed Jacob outside the bar. Ghost looked at Y/n who saw them leave and he titled his hat to her. Letting her know everything is under control.
The music stopped and Y/n went to the back room to catch her breath.
"Y/n, do you smoke?" Candace asked.
"No, not really," she says as Candace gave her a blanket.
"Well, you wanna take a break?"
"Yes, please," she said and followed her around back where, she saw Ghost and Jacob talking.
Candace leaned against the brick wall and lit her cigarette.
"So, how's the first day going?" She chuckles.
"Embarrassing."
"Well, I mean, you'll get over it in a couple days," she chuckles before blowing the smoke out.
"Hey ladies," Jacob said, walking to them both. Ghost looked at Y/n who seemed embarrassed that he was even looking at her.
"Oh hi," Candace said trying to not make it seem awkward.
"Are you two doing anything afterwards?"
"I have a husband to get home to," Candace said. Jacob looked at Y/n next.
"I umm~ I have a-"
"You're free," Jacob cut her off. Ghost looked at Jacob then at Y/n. Candace scoffed and grabbed Y/n's arm.
"We need to go back inside anyways," she said as they walked back inside.
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Ghost and Jacob were back inside the bar and Y/n was back dancing on stage. Ghost watched the guys look at Y/n and drool over her and even tried to give her money, but she greatly declined.
Ghost cracked his knuckles and neck. Y/n smiled as she felt comfortable now.
"I want to fuck her," Jacob said as Ghost felt fire run through his veins when he said that.
"Yeah, well...you'll probably never get to," Ghost said.
"The fuck does that mean?" Jacob asked, looking at Ghost.
"I mean, you'll never get to touch her or fuck her...want to know why?"
"Shoot why?" Jacob asked as Ghost could see his knuckles turn white.
"Because that's my job," he smirks, and Ghost could see Jacob ready to swing at him, but Ghost smacked his glass in his hand on Jacob's head.
Jacob fell to the ground and Ghost got on him, holding his wrist and digging in his belt to grab his ties to tie up Jacob, but Jacob managed to push Ghost off.
Y/n doesn't know if she should jump in or not. But everyone around her now started a bar fight. Glass flew and everyone was fighting, Candace pulled Y/n to the back, but she pushed past people and joined Ghost in on taking down Jacob.
She pinned his wrist and Ghost tied his hands.
"You know I would be into this if I wasn't going to be taken to jail," Jacob teased. He teasingly pushed his hips up and Y/n groaned from being uncomfortable.
"HEY!" Ghost then punched Jacobs in the face making him shut up. "Don't fucking do that to her," Ghost yells. Y/n got off him and Ghost picks him up.
"Ghost, Y/n," they both turned seeing the bar owner. He has money in his hands and gave it to Y/n. "Split it and I'll give you a horse to take him back the North Guild."
"Thank you, for the night he'll spend the night in jail, and we'll leave tomorrow morning."
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Ghost tossed Jacob into jail, and he turned to Y/n who was covering herself up, but Ghost stopped her.
"Why are you covering up?"
"I'm embarrassed and the job is done," she says. Ghost grabs her wrist and looks her up and down. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because you don't understand how sexy, beautiful and gorgeous you look in this outfit. I wanted to kill every single guy in that bar that looked at you like you were the last meal on the table. It pissed me off. And from how this bastard talked about you also pissed me off."
Ghost cups Y/n's face and gently and slowly moved close to her face, Y/n's face felt hot, and she felt Ghost's lips land on hers. She slightly moaned into the kiss.
"G-Ghost," she manages to say between kisses. He started to kiss her jaw line, neck and soon back to her lips. "N-Not here," she says. Ghost forgot they're kind of in public.
"Right come on," he picks her up and takes her to a motel. He kicks the door open and lays her on the bed.
"WAIT!" She speaks. Ghost just looked at her. He saw her hot and bothered face, she had her legs up trying to cover her almost exposed chest.
He moved her legs and started to strip her from her skimpy outfit. She slightly moaned feeling his soft hands touch her. She leans forward and grabs his black hat off his head. She put it on and smirked at him.
"Do I look like a cowgirl?" She teased.
"I can barely take you serious in a cowboy hat and your underwear," he chuckles.
"Is that a bad thing?" She said, resting her wrists on her knees looking sexy once again.
"No...not at all," he leans down and kisses her lips again, she felt him smirk into the kiss. "You know about the hat rule?" He asks.
"Hat rule?" She asked, placing her arms around his neck.
"When a girl puts a cowboy's hat on her head, it means she's going home with him..." he smirks.
"Well...I'm already here," she says. He smirks and now pulls her panties off her lower half, he leaned forward and started to kiss her again, he slowly and swiftly moved his hand up her back and started to remove her bra with one hand.
He moved his hand down to her area and gave her a small smack against her pussy. She yelped into the kiss and Ghost smirked, he chuckled at her jerky movement and hearing her moan against his lips.
He moved from her lips and moved his hat from her head and pushed her back on the bed, she held the hat against her chest as he started to move down to her clit.
He licked her up and down earning a soft moan from her, she hid her face, but she projected her moans for him. He smirked and licked between her wet folds. He flicked his tongue against her bud and sucked on her. She let out a breathy moan never feeling this good before.
"You taste so sweet," he teased. He then sat up and started to remove his clothes. Y/n moaned from not feeling him anymore.
"Awww you needy little thing," he smacks her pussy again earning a cute and soft moan.
He places his dick against her lower stomach, he moved the hat placing it back on his head. His mask was still on his face, but he removed his sunglasses off his face.
She looked down at his body and looked at his well-defined body, He was so muscular, it made her blush when she looked at his body.
"You like something you see, love?"
She just nodded. He grabbed her chin. "Words, love, use your words."
"Yes...I love everything that I am looking at," she said.
"Good because this is all yours," he touched his chest down to his dick and smacked his dick against her lower half earning a moan.
"God, you are so fucking hot," he mumbles and leans down and kissed her lips and slowly pushed himself inside of her lower half.
He began to thrust into her slowly, she moaned into the kiss and his hands just roamed all over her body, he grabbed her thighs and moved her legs to his shoulders and moved faster.
"AHH! AHH! G-Ghost w-wait," she stuttered.
"D-Do you want me to go slow?"
"F-For now p-please," she begged, and she could tell he was smirking under that mask.
"Only for you, love," he rested his forehead on hers and started to go slow again. "Just tell me t-to go fast," he kisses her temple.
Y/n's arms wrapped around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist and his hands held Y/n against his hot body.
"F-Faster," she moans. He smirks and moves faster, she felt so good.
He swiftly flipped Y/n on her stomach, her face in the pillows and her ass up. Y/n's hands gripped the bed sheets for dear life.
Ghost's hands moved from her thighs to her ass, he grabbed them and squeezed her cheeks. His hands just rested on her ass the whole time.
"Holy f-fuck," he moans. Y/n felt a knot in her stomach, she wanted to cum on him.
Y/n squeezed her eyes shut and felt herself cum on him, he smirks and kept moving fast till he cums inside of her.
"P-Please cum i-inside of me, G-Ghost," she begs, and he did with one more thrust Ghost ends up coming inside of her pussy. She lets out a soft moan and Ghost smacks her ass and chuckles.
Ghost pulls out and bends down and licks the cum leaking from her lower half.
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Ghost sits on the bed and has a cigarette lit between his lips. His mask was lifted up passed his nose and has been looking down at the money and was splitting it up between him and Y/n as she was in the shower cleaning herself off.
He soon was done, and Y/n was out of the shower. She was in a towel and sat on the bed in front of Ghost.
"Did you split it evenly?"
"Yep," he said. He put his cig out and cups Y/n's face as she counted her money.
"Ghost?"
"God...I fucking love you...I've always had, I get on your nerves just so you can look at me and give me your attention, I love it, I love you, I want to be with you..." Ghost confesses to her.
"Ghost why do you...why are you a dick to me though?" She asks as he kisses her cheek.
"Because I want your attention," he kisses her jaw line.
"You've always had my attention you didn't need to be so extra to get it," she giggles at him.
"But sometimes I have to, just to get you to look at me or else König steals your attention away from me."
"So, that's why."
"What?"
"You're jealous of König and mines relationship," Y/n laughs. "Ghost, König and I are best friends, we're not together or anything and won't be together any time soon," she giggles and grabs his hands to wrap them around her waist. "To be honest...I thought you hated me so I would act mean, but you didn't hate me...you loved me." She teases him.
"I do love you...and I always will even if you don't..."
"Well, I do love you," she said as kissed his lips.
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Y/n and Ghost were now heading back home to the North. Jacob was laying across a donkey that Betty was pulling.
"Look, Ghost as ass riding an ass," Y/n laughs and so did Ghost. Jacob could say anything Ghost put a bandana in his mouth, and his hands still tied behind him.
They saw the North city up ahead and soon made it into town, they headed to the jail placing Jacob inside the cell and they went back to the Guild to report what they did to Soap.
Ghost helped Y/n off Betty and they walked into the Guild.
"SOAP WE GOT SOME NEWS!!" Ghost yells.
"Oh please, do tell," Soap laughs.
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sanemislittledemon · 6 months ago
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don’t leave me alone - Sanemi x suicidal!reader
A/n: I’m writing this mainly for myself because I’m struggling right now but please enjoy and I hope this helps anyone who is struggling. You are not alone, i promise.
Warnings: thoughts of suicide and attempts
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It was finally morning Y/N rolled around in her futon all night trying to silence the noises long enough to make herself fall asleep but nothing seemed to work. Groaning she turned her back to where the morning light was coming through the doors. This has been the third sleepless night, plagued by those thoughts of hopelessness.
She’s grateful that her fiancé, Sanemi Shinazuawa wasn’t here to see her like this, the man knew about her depression and panic attacks but she hasn’t told him that they’ve been getting worse. Sanemi would probably lose it on her if she told him after so long.
The thoughts have been getting louder for months now and she’s been doing everything she could to keep everyone in the dark. Including her best friend Mitsuri, still going to meet with her and talk like they usually did so no one starts to get suspicious.
Mitsuri is such a nice person that if she thinks something is wrong she’ll go right to Sanemi. The girl means well but it’s slightly annoying.
Sighing Y/N pulls herself out of bed, walking to her closet to find something to put on. Body heavy and her head swimming from lack of sleep. She tries her best to get dressed but as soon as she gets the last piece on she collapsed to her knees, tears streaming down from her eyes.
‘You’re worthless’
‘Ugly’
‘A burden’
‘He doesn’t love you’
She grips her hair in her hands “GET OUT OF MY GODDAMN HEAD” she screams
She hears someone running through the estate towards the bedroom before the sliding door was yanked open “Y/N what’s wrong?!” She looked up to the voice, a purple uniform came in her vision through her tears “Genya?” She asked
‘Ah that’s right’ she thought
‘When Sanemis away Genya looks after me’
Pulling herself off the floor she pushes herself passed Genya, wiping away the tears and smiling up at him “nothings wrong!” She says before she runs through the halls of the estate, trying to get away as fast as possible. Y/N stops quickly at the end of a hallway, sliding open the doors of the kitchen before walking in and shutting her self in. Her body feels heavy and her mind is running with those same thoughts. Y/N slowly makes her way over to the counter, eyes shooting over to a knife without thinking she grabs it and holds it to her wrist.
A tear escaped through her lashes as she says “I’m sorry Sanemi” before sliding the blade across the flesh of her wrist. She watches as the crimson falls to the floor for a moment before collapsing, the door slides open and she hears muffled screaming just before she passes out.
Genya quickly ripped his uniform top and wraps it around her wrist to slow the bleeding before gently lifting her off the floor. He runs as fast as he can to the butterfly estate every few minutes lowering he’s head to check her breathing “come on make it in time, Genya!” he curses himself
He finally sees the butterfly estate at the end of the road and two figures standing outside talking to each other. One a man with dark red hair and wearing a checkered haori; the other, a woman with purple hair and wearing a haori that looks like a butterfly. He has eyes widened “LADY KOCHO!” he yelled causing the two to look over at him. The hashira quickly knew something was wrong, meeting the demon slayer halfway and examining the woman in his arms “quickly get her inside!” Kocho said urgently
Both demon slayers running to the butterfly estate, Genya quickly turns and yells “TANJIRO! GO FIND MY BROTHER!”
Tanjiro nods before running in the opposite direction as the other two run into the estate taking her into Kochos exam room “Genya quickly put her on the bed then wait outside” she instructs
The man obeys laying her gently on the bed and leaving without looking back, even for him it was hard to see her like that, he couldn’t imagine what this would do to his brother. ‘why would she do this’ he thought as he was sliding down the wall outside of the exam room. Genya felt tears streaming down his face at the thought of what she’s going through and what this is going to do to Sanemi.
‘Please be okay, Y/N’ he thought
After a few hours Genya heard the doors to the butterfly estate slam open and a frantic Sanemi running towards him “aniki” Genya starts but his voice breaks
“Where the hell is she?!” Sanemi yells but not with anger, Genya can see it on his face, what he’s experiencing is fear.
“Still in there with Lady Kocho”
“Aniki I’m sorry, I-I should’ve have known”
Genya feels hot tears streaming down his face, Sanemi then pats his brothers head “this isn’t you’re fault, Genya” he says with a soft voice
Sanemi looks down to his brother with a sad smile “my girl is going to be okay, she’s a fighter”
a while later Kocho opens the door just to get rushed my the Shinazuawa brothers “HOW IS SHE?” they both ask in unison just to get shushed my the woman “hush you two!” Kocho snapped then sighed and continued “she’ll be fine with bed rest but I want her here until her stitches are out”
The two men let out a breath they didn’t even know they were holding “Shinazuawa, please be with her until her wounds have healed, both mental and physical” the woman looked sternly at the wind hashira “Can we go see her?” He asked, the woman nodded before leaving back down the hallway.
Before Sanemi walked in Genya stops him “brother, you should be the one to see her” she says standing back and letting Sanemi through “thanks Genya, you saved her life” Sanemi replied before walking in and shutting the door behind him. He looked around the room before his eyes fell on her, still asleep. he walks over to her and he felt his heart break. Y/N had small patches of hair pulled out of her head, dark circles lining the underside of her eyes and a long red line across her wrist.
Sanemi fell to his knees beside the bed sobbing into the bedsheets, he’s voice breaks as he saids through his tears “please don’t leave me alone” he man gently takes her hand that isn’t injured into his own “baby, you made me into a better man you know that?” He sobs to her sleeping form
“you knocked some sense into me and make me a better brother”
“ I love you and Genya loves you, hell all of the hashira do”
He sobs into her hand as he rambles until he heard a faint noise coming from above him. Looking up he sees her beautiful eyes filled with tears “I-I’m sorry Sanemi” she sobs
He man quickly stands up to sit on the bed next to her “you have nothing to apologize for, if anything I should be apologizing to you” the woman’s eyes shot to his purple ones “W-What?”she asks making the man sigh “you were in pain and I couldn’t see it” Sanemi said with a shaky voice
Y/N felt her heart break at the man’s voice “Sanemi forgive me” she sobs making Sanemi lean down to place a kiss on her forehead “there’s nothing to forgive” he responded with the brightest smile she’s never seen from him
Sanemi looked her in the eyes “I won’t ask why but if you want to talk to me, I’m always here for you” he said making her nod
“good, now I better go retrieve Genya before he’s breaks the door down” he saids as he’s walking over to the door and pulls it open just to have a pile of people fall at his feet.
“WHAT THE HELL?!” he yelled
As the people got off the ground it was Tengen that spoke first “we wanted to check on her, flashy right?” the man said making everyone roll their eyes
“how is she?” Giyuu asked
“Yeah! We were so worried” Tanjiro speaks up
“YES! HOW IS SHE?” Mitsuri yells
Sanemi can feel a headache coming on from all these idiots but before he could yell at them it was Kocho that came down the hallway with her signature angry smile “how can she heal with you all bothering her?” she reprimanded
Kocho makes them leave but not without a fight from Mitsuri “but she’s my best friend!” she complains making Kocho shoo her back down the hallway
Sanemi hears a laugh from in the room it makes him turn around “they all are silly” Y/N says the man just rolls his eyes “come in, Genya” he says before moving aside and letting his brother in then closing the door.
The younger demon slayer walks slowly other to the woman, smiling she holds her hand out for Genya to take “thank you Genya and I apologize for putting you through this” she says with a low voice. Genya surprised, sits down beside her “please don’t apologize to me! I’m the one that should’ve known something was wrong” he comforts her. 
Sanemi walked up behind him and knocked his brother over the head “we’ve been through this Genya” he fussed causing Genya to pout
“be nice” she said to Sanemi
Sanemi chose to ignore that and said “it’s time to rest” he hinted to Genya and the younger just nodded before getting off the bed “I’ll be back tomorrow okay?” he said to the woman
“I look forward to it”
Genya quickly leaves the room, as soon as the door closes Sanemi takes off his haori and climbs in bed beside her. He wraps his arm around the woman and kisses her forehead again “I love you” he saids in the softest voice he could manage
“I love you too” she replies making the man smile down at her
“I’ll be here for you no matter what”
“I know that now”
Sanemi pressed his lips to hers in a deep and passionate kiss with all the love he could manage. His lips moved with practiced ease against hers, the man’s lips are always slightly dry but that never seems to bother her.
When he finally pulled away they were both out of breath “go to sleep” he whispered against her lips before forcing his head back away from hers “don’t leave” she said with a hint of fear to her voice. Sanemi runs a hand through her hair “I wouldn’t dream of it” he said bringing a smile to her face as she cuddled up to his chest, listening to his soothing heartbeat as she slowly drifted off to sleep with the man she loved so much, that she dared to continue living for.
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hwallazia · 9 months ago
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CHIHIRO – 정우영
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synopsis . in which you finally let yourself let him go during a cold rainy night
pairing . jung wooyoung & fem!reader
genre . angst (way too much), lovers to exes, non idol!au
taglist . @bro-atz @purplenimsicle | apply to join my taglist ♡
word count . 0,9k
DISCLAIMER! suggestive language (a lot of bad words in here), lots of manipulation and slyness from wooyoung, cold-hearted reader, slight violence (yn smacks wooyoung’s cheek), hints of cheating.
NIC’S NOTES ofc this is based of chihiro by billie eilish. the second i listened to this song, i thought of this angsty scenario. and so i thought it’d be a great idea to put wooyoung as the protagonist bc since enemies to lovers troupe fits him so well, why don’t do it backwards? ;))) alsoo, lowercase is intentional (yep, again)
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“yn, come on!” wooyoung shouted as he ran towards you desperately; breath hitching, legs trembling. the only thing he could recognize within his visual field were the ends of your dark hair flying back in goodbye, your heart already very far from his. “don’t be like that. you know this isn’t the way to fix things up.”
your leather boots splashed against the puddles of water generated by the rainy dew that announced a great storm, your hands seeking protection from the cold in the pockets of your coat. you heard wooyoung’s wet footsteps as you saw his figure getting closer to you, alerting you. you stopped dead in your tracks when he forcibly grabbed your wrist, compelling you to look at him, to look at those pleading eyes that manipulated you so much. those goddamned eyes that changed your personality so much. “don’t you fucking touch me.” you huffed sternly, shaking your arm as you tried to escape his grasp, your eyes stabbing daggers into his heart. those merry, stunning, and beaming eyes were replaced by an opaque, lightless gaze. one he’d never forget. since when did you hold so much resentment and hatred for him that you saw him that way? as if you had never loved him. as if you had never felt anything at all.
he let you go the second he understood that you were capable of punching him in the face if he even touched a minimal part of your skin. “fine, i won’t touch ya,” he raised his hands up in surrender. but still he tried to explain himself, even though he knew that he was the last person you wanted to see at the moment, “can’t we talk about this at home? it’s freezing cold out here, and you’re wearing shorts-”
“since when do you care so much?” yes, he was right, your legs quivered as your uneven breathing made your lips release condensed clouds, but you wouldn’t let him know. standing as hard as a rock, you continued, “don’t look for me neither call me anymore. i want nothing to do with you.”
wooyoung’s breath hitched and as he tried to pull himself together, he tried for one last time to convince you and mold your mind. “hey that’s a very hasty decision, don’t you think?” he paused briefly, his sigh exhaled right on your face, “yn, is this because of hana?”
the sound of her name sliding down his tongue was the straw that broke the camel’s back. after everything he had done, he really thought that this was just a little scene of yours? a little whim?
“no! it’s not because of her. it’s because of you!” you finally screamed, your heart winning over the pride that wanted to predominate in you. “you and your stupid manipulations, your excuses, and your fakeness.” your eyes threatened to water, but you wouldn't collapse. not now. “how dare you come after me and try to explain yourself after i found you with her sitting on your lap as you giggled at some of those weird ass jokes of yours.”
“oh so it is because of her,” he got closer to you, more than you would’ve allowed him, your lips being an absurd distance away. “why are you causing all of this when you could’ve just asked me?” his hand began to trail its way up to your cheek, and as soon as he cupped it, your hand slammed against his cheek loudly, pulling his figure to the left. the humidity of your hand and his face making the impact even more painful.
“you... disgusting little shit” your grossed-out expression being visible even for a blind man. “how could i have gotten involved with someone like you?” you sighed to yourself. a moment of silence drowned the conversation. wooyoung facing the ground as you stared sternly at him. but then, you decided to confess, “you know, at first i thought this was a fairytale, my most perfect fantasy. but turns out it was yours, not mine. definitely not mine.”
you resumed, “fuck, i was so blinded.” your palm landed on your forehead as you turned your body and faced up to the night sky, a couple of raindrops decorating your frozen cheeks, “this whole relationship was nothing but your slyness trying to mold my personality and mentality to your whim, wasn’t it?” you didn’t even give him a moment to respond, “who the fuck do you think you are?”
“yn. you’re hallucinating, my love. please, let’s stop all this nonsense-”
“i don’t even recognize you at all.” you spat, your frozen limbs welcoming an intrude, a strange warmness. maybe because you had said what was stuck in your throat for months. finally, you got out of that jail, that imprisoned manipulation that caused you vexation for so long.
“don’t say that. yn-” you observed as his eyes started to well up with tears, but it didn’t hurt you. not anymore. from one moment to the next, jung wooyoung’s existence stopped mattering to you. after such a long time, you became insensitive to those pleading eyes.
“don’t look at me like that. i’m not yours anymore.” you finally sentenced. “goodbye, jung wooyoung.” those were your last words to him so that you turned around and started on your way to, probably, your best friend's house, leaving behind a broken-hearted wooyoung, his eyes being similar to the thousand-yard stare as he watched the ripples of a puddle of water as the rain became heavier and heavier.
probably, you’d meet again in another life, or not. the emptiness you felt at that moment was unexplainable —you’d probably shirk it and let your drunk self take matters into its own hands. but you were sure that jung wooyoung taking your love away from you wouldn’t be so easy to forget.
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lokisprettygirl · 1 year ago
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Close Ties (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Modern AU) (Non canon) (18+)
Read Chapter 3 // Series Masterlist
Chapter 4
Summary: Things get messier as you both try to ignore the undeniable chemistry between yourselves.
Warning: 18+, smut, dad's best friend trope, canon (we don't know her), familial uncle niece sort of relationship but he's not really her uncle, there will be more smut later, significant age gap but reader is in her mid twenties, mention of infidelity, divorce, smoking and alcohol drinking,
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You were finally back home at your parent's when you realised Daemon was going to live with them, thankfully you didn't have to be there forever, you had your own place a few miles away but your parents insisted for you to stay a little longer, none of your excuses worked on them.
It's been three days since you had been here, Everytime your eyes met with Daemon you looked away, ever since he had reminded you that he remembered the night you have been avoiding him and he had noticed, of course he did.
If all of this wasn't bad enough you also overheard Cassandra fighting with him last night, well to be fair she was the one yelling and he was trying to pacify her. Later that night she entered your room with a puffed up post crying face and you somehow managed to keep her away from him after that but she seemed as if she was utterly devastated by this thing ending between them which you didn't understand..
Aemond had been in touch with you via calls and texts but you hadn't met up with him since Bali, also your ex Dylan has been calling you at least ten times a day. When Cassandra finally went back to her place the next day you walked towards Daemon's room and knocked, he had just returned from a meeting with your dad, he wanted Daemon to work for him. The richer he got the more users he befriended which wasn't good for his business and he wanted Daemon to handle his finances now. He trusted Daemon more than anyone else in his life.
Why didn't he stop him from leaving then all those years ago?
As he opened the door he was still in his business suit, he had earpods in and you realised he was on a call so you tried to excuse yourself and leave but he grabbed your arm and pulled you into the room slowly, he still had his eyes on you even though he was completely engrossed in that other conversation. Okay he didn't have to be so goddamn sexy all the time.
He had his hand wrapped around your upper arm as he walked back and forth while he kept the call going, taking you along with him like a child on a ride.
"Sorry dear, I had to finish that call" he mumbled as he let go of you and put his phone down on the bed, then he took his coat off, loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves one by one revealing those gorgeous forearms. You almost forgot why you were there in the first place.
"What is wrong?" He asked you so you crossed your arms together.
"What did you say to Cassandra? She's a mess..I have never seen her be this way.. usually uhhh it's the other way around" his brows furrowed as you said that.
"I told her the truth.. I'm not her boyfriend, we are not in a relationship..i had to end things so I did" he told you as he took his tie off, and unbuttoned the top three buttons of his white shirt. His room smelled like his cologne, you felt the need to bask in it and snuggle to his thick daddy body but you were discussing the matters of your best friend with him instead.
"She ummm.. wants to keep the fling going" he looked at you as you said that, he wasn't fazed at all.
"I don't give a shit about what she wants darling" He snickered so you glared at him and the smirk vanished almost instantly "Why are you upset with me?" He asked you so you shrugged again,
"I am not upset with you ..uncle"
"Then why have you been ignoring me?"
"I'm not ignoring you uncle"
Uncle uncle uncle. He wasn't sure if he wanted to be your uncle anymore.
"Alright Pixie.. whatever you say" he smiled as he walked towards his closet to grab a towel, your phone started to ring so you took it out of your pants pocket and groaned as you looked at another unknown number.
"Well I'll see you at dinner then.. uncle" you turned around swiftly to leave, closing the door on your way out. Daemon knew now that he shouldn't have slept with your best friend but he wasn't in his senses, he felt lonely and he needed someone to distract him, he had no clue Cassandra would become such a pain in the ass, he probably would have kept the thing going if she wasn't such a brat.
While in the shower he looked back at the last three days and he knew you were ignoring him ever since he had reminded you that he remembered that night when he had subtly caressed your lips and kissed your cheek followed by that not so innocent intimate hugging.
He was drunk and he had lesser control on his actions that night, he was just glad he was able to pull away at the right time. However your reaction to him was what kept him up that night, the way you clutched your fingers around his neck and hugged him so tightly was seared in his memory and now you were avoiding him.
Were you embarrassed by your reaction or you felt violated by him? He needed to make sure he hadn't done something that would make you see him differently, sure he had hots for his best friend's daughter but he wasn't going to let it ruin things between him and your family.
At the dinner table he watched you grimacing as your phone continued to bother you once in a while, as your eyes met with him he gave you a smile so you returned it. You didn't want to be rude even though you were starting to feel a bit of underserved resentment towards him.
His plan to enjoy his dinner in peace after a long day also was ruined as he watched Cassandra sauntering towards the table,
"Hello everyone" she smiled as she sat down next to you.
Throughout the dinner she continued to glare at him and even you noticed that, she has known him for mere few days so her obsessive behaviour towards him didn't make much sense to you. What did she want from him? More sex?
Once she was done eating you dragged her back to your room before she'd make a scene in front of your parents.
"Cass what are you doing? You didn't even tell me you were joining us for dinner" you asked her so she chuckled as she sat down on the bed and proceeded to cross her legs elegantly.
"Really? Now I have to take appointments to see you guys? Since when?" She asked you as she tilted her head so you sighed and walked towards her to give her a hug.
"That's not what I meant..look ..he's not the first man you have had a fling with. Why are you so affected by this?" You asked her calmly so she whined like a child.
"I don't know..I just ..I'm not used to guys breaking off things with me..you have no idea how this feels"
Well she was bothered because she hasn't been rejected before in her life? Yeah you couldn't relate.
"He's not just some guy cass..he's my ..hes..like my uncle..you knew what you were getting into right? My dad just got his friend back and I need him to stay.. please just forget about him"
"I need him back so I can reject him" she smirked and you just wanted to slap her in the face at the moment.
"You're being ridiculous" you told her plainly and all you got in response was an eye roll..
Your phone rang once again and you wanted to throw it out the window this time, you had blocked Dylan's number like five times but he was very persistent just the way he was in the beginning of your relationship with him.
As Cassandra finally left you made your way downstairs, you really needed to go out for a stroll to clear your head. On the way out your dad spotted you leaving since he was with Daemon in the living room discussing business and he was concerned that you were going out alone at such an hour so he asked Daemon if he'd mind joining you..
"Can I accompany you pixie?" Daemon asked you softly so you nodded. Well you'd let him do anything if he asked like that.
"Keep her safe mate" your dad said to him so he smiled in response..
As you began to walk away from your parents house there was an awkward silence between you two but you were the first one to break the ice.
"I can walk by myself, I'm not a kid you know" you said to him so he chuckled,
"I don't think of you as one Pixie" his rough voice gave you goosebumps, "that wouldn't discourage me from wanting to keep you safe though" you smiled as he said that
"Mmm i appreciate that"
"Are you alright? You seem a bit troubled. Who's bothering you?"
He asked so you chuckled, at least he cared. You were not used to being cared for. Sometimes you felt as if you were always there for Cassandra but she wasn't always there for you when you needed a friend to share your troubles with or just vent like a normal person..
"Well for one…Cassandra is bothering me with her constant cribbing.. and she's cribbing because of you so you're also bothering me" His smile faded as you said that ..he didn't want that for you. He never wanted to do something that would bother you.
"I'd apologise pixie but I'm not sure how I can fix the situation now "
Well don't fuck her again you thought. You suddenly felt bad about saying that to him, you didn't want to make him feel obligated for your mood swings or upset him in any way. Cassandra knew what it was from the beginning, he was honest with her, he didn't promise her the world and then broke them all.
Late at night you couldn't bear the guilt of supposedly upsetting him or making him sad so you got up and made your way to his room, you didn't have to knock as he had kept his door open.
"You're not bothering me I swear..I'm sorry i said that" you mumbled hurriedly as soon as you entered his room, he was fixing his hair so he put the comb down on the dresser and walked towards you..
"You don't have to apologise"
"I do..I keep snapping at you for no reason and it's not fair...I just forget at times that you're going through something as well and I'm..sorry " you mumbled softly so he smiled,
"I asked you a question during our stroll ..this time answer me truthfully.. Who's bothering you?" You sighed as he questioned you again, maybe sharing with him would feel better.
"It's just my ex..he keeps calling me" his brows furrowed as heard your response.
"That cheating arse?"
"Yup"
"What does he want?"
"Probably wants to get back together.. whatever..i don't even ..want to know" you shrugged as you crossed your arms together, even though deep down all you wanted to do was cry and then cry some more.
"Cheaters always cheat again.. remember that"
"Mmmhmmm ..he didn't just cheat though, he did something else too that i…" his jaw clenched and it wasn't unnoticed. What were you insinuating here? What did he do with you?
"What did he do darling?"
"It doesn't matter"
"It always does"
Your eyes teared up as you felt completely overwhelmed all of a sudden, maybe it was the concern he showed towards you that got you finally. You really weren't used to someone making you feel as if your issues mattered as well. You had the best life your parents could have given you, you were very privileged, never had to struggle for anything you wanted but that didn't mean you weren't hurt or used by other people or had your humanely emotions.
"Hey …come here" he grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you into his chest, as soon as you felt his warm embrace you broke down in cries, you really needed a good cry but your mind has been so occupied lately with millions of conflicting feelings that you weren't allowing yourself to have a moment of weakness.
Gods you never wanted to leave how his arms felt around you ..so strong, so protective and so very warm.
"I just…feel so inadequate sometimes" you sobbed uncontrollably between your words so he cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears with his thumbs, you didn't want to look up, you felt afraid you'd do something stupid if you looked him in the eye..you were so close to him at the moment and you had a feeling that this was the extent of what you could get from him, there was a line that both of you couldn't have crossed..
"I know how that feels..i understand pixie..don't cry sweetheart, you're okay..I'll keep you safe..you just have to come to me" he mumbled softly as he kissed your forehead, your fingers clutched the fabric of his shirt, skin was tingling from head to toe and you wanted him to touch you in places he would never ever touch you that way.
"I'm sorry..I'm so sorry" you mumbled between your hiccups so he shook his head in response,
"Shhhhh..I'll take care of you..I'm here now"
He wrapped his arms around you again and caressed your back until your sobs had diminished.
Why did he have to be your dad's friend? Why couldn't he just be another guy? Those were the thoughts swirling around your head, if he wasn't so familial you'd have made your move and kissed him by now because you really wanted to. You really wanted to just get on your tiptoes and kiss him, and then do stuff with him that would make him see you differently, anything other than the daughter of his friend.
Once you had calmed down you pulled away and finally built the nerve to look at him, his expressions were soft, the problem was that even if he was seeing you differently now none of you could have crossed that line, you would remain forbidden to him and he was to you.
"Feeling better?" He asked you so you gave him a nod and a small smile,
"Are you sleepy?"
"I am tired"
"Then you should sleep.. uncle. I'll see you tomorrow"
"Okay.. sweetheart"
"Thank you for comforting me.. I needed that"
He nodded as you said that, as you left he closed the door and then stood there with his head resting on it for what felt like eternity. When he came back he just wanted to rebuild his life here again, he hadn't forgotten what had happened between him and his friend but he wanted to give that broken relationship a second chance since he gave her a countless chances but he wasn't ready to get caught up in this mess, he never saw this coming, He never thought he'd suddenly develop sexual feelings for his supposed niece. This wasn't supposed to happen and it never should have happened.
The sexual desire combined with the emotional attachment that he already had with you since you were a child made him feel perverse, and he was afraid the longer he stays around you the worse it will get for him.
Next day he didn't see you around the house since you were at work, when you came back you had Aemond by your side and he honestly didn't know how to feel about it, he fucked your best friend so there's no way he could have asked you to not date his nephew.
He watched you giggle and laugh at whatever unfunny jokes Aemond told you at the dinner table and he found himself feeling something he had not felt in a while, he was jealous. Jealous of his own nephew making his so-called niece laugh.
As Cassandra appeared suddenly he groaned internally but pretended as if he wasn't affected by her at all.
"Hey guyyysss" she giggled as she hugged you and then she hugged Aemond , he was a bit surprised but he reciprocated the hug, then she proceeded to greet your parents.
You had an empty chair right next to you but she walked around the table and sat down right next to Daemon. Daemon couldn't help but wonder if you felt jealous of the attention he had been giving to Cassandra?
"Hey Daemon" she mumbled as she looked at him so he gave her a smile. He didn't want to be unnecessarily rude to her if she wasn't acting like a psychopath.
"I can't say how happy I am that you both are dating" she raised her glass of wine to both so you shook your head immediately.
"We are not dating..just friends" you clarified as you felt everyone's eyes on you, especially Daemon's, you wanted to hide from his intense gaze. What was he thinking? It was so weird, when you both were talking to each other there was no awkwardness at all but as soon as you both were around other people you felt such tension between you both. The sort of tension that could resolve by ripping each other's clothes off.
Maybe you needed to go back to your place soon. The longer you'd stay here the more complicated things would become between you and him.
"Mmm well that's good because honestly it's kind of weird.. I mean Aemond is Daemon's nephew and you're like his niece so that would make you both like siblings " she giggled and you just wanted to smash your head against the table. To get away from Cassandra, daemon finished his dinner quickly and headed straight for his room..
"Babe let's have a girls night, i pinged the girls to come here" Cassandra jumped up and down as you both made your way upstairs to your room after seeing off Aemond, she was crying her eyes out yesterday so this sudden change in her demeanour was nice.
"Sure..I'll be right there ..I have to go see mum first" you told her so she went to your room and you went downstairs to your parents' bedroom first but they were not there so you headed towards your dad's office. Daemon was there as well ..they were deep in the discussion while your mum was on the couch reading her book.
Daemon looked at you for a second before he looked away almost immediately..
Your mother just wanted to talk about your day to day life so after chatting with her you mumbled a good night to everyone before you went back to your room.
Girls were already drinking and playing spin the bottle when you joined them.
You felt restless, your mind wasn't at peace, you had made it clear to Aemond that you weren't looking for a relationship or dating at the moment and he was more than decent about it. He was alright being just your friend, however that wasn't the only reason why you didn't want to date him. There was one other reason, a very tall, sexy and scrumptious reason.
"Yay ..y/n's turn" Donna yelped in excitement, making you snap out of your Daemon dreaming.
"Truth or dare?" Cassandra asked you knowing really well that you'd never pick anything but the truth.
"Truth of course"
"So predictable" other girls groaned in unison and it made you smile. Was lusting after your sworn uncle predictable?
"I have a question..why does daemon call you pixie..you never told me the story? He even got your number saved with that name..just curious babe"
Cassandra questioned you and as you recalled the memory it brought a smile on your face.
"Ummm well..when I was twelve I had just returned from the boarding school after years and gotten this very bad haircut due to peer pressure..you can guess which one. I was basically inconsolable because I missed my hair and the cut didn't really suit me" you chuckled before you continued "It didn't help that dad basically made fun of me and I saw mum laughing too but then they took me to go see uncle Daemon. I had never met him before, only saw him in pictures and stuff, but as we reached his home he noticed my sniffles and my tear soaked puffy face. He then bent down to my level and cupped my cheeks to tell me that i was his darling little pixie now and would remain one forever"
He had turned one of the worst days of your life into a sweet memory that you still cherished to this day.
As you finished your story there was a pin drop silence in the room for a good few seconds before they all cooed like birds together. The memory made you feel even more conflicted now, he was your uncle and he saw you as his niece, if there was that five percent chance that he felt attracted to you as well then this must have been ten times worse for him.
"That's so adorbs ..though I gotta say he's so handsome..bumped into him downstairs" Rochelle said to you but it was Cassandra who gave her the deathly glares,
"Eyes off him alright.. it's still complicated between us"
No it wasn't complicated, he was done with her but whatever made her sleep well at night you thought.
When the bottle spinned towards Cassandra, as a dare Donna asked him to go kiss Daemon.
"I don't think that's a good idea guys" you immediately interjected but you watched Cassandra upping from her place despite your resistance and she winked before she made her way out of the room.
Daemon was about to get in bed when he heard the knock on his door, at first he thought it must have been you but he saw Cassandra just in her nightwear, standing on his door with one of her hands resting on the doorframe and other one on her waist,
"What do you want, Cassandra?" he asked her in a no-nonsense tone, his voice didn't carry any emotions for the woman standing in front of him because he didn't have any.
"I just wanted to see how you were doing and wanted to apologise about my behaviour yesterday" she mumbled sweetly so he sighed, she was a vacational rebound for him and he didn't want to hurt her at all but she was just too similar to Stella and that was what had attracted him to her at first and then put him off later,
"Alright i appreciate that" he mumbled softly and he was about to close the door when she leaped towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck, before he knew she was kissing him in the ways that would turn on any warm blooded man, she wasn't capable of warming his heart but his cock was a different story.
It all happened so fast after that, he fucked her quickly and right against the door, unbeknownst to him, you had come to check up on him and perhaps save him from the situation if Cassandra would blow up again but the moment you heard the sound of her moans and groans, instead of going to your room where your friends were, you ran towards the guest room and then you cried your heart out.
For once you allowed yourself to feel hurt and jealous, hurt that he slept with her again even after he knew she was being unhinged about it, and jealous because it wasn't you he was fucking against the door.
Next morning Daemon woke up with regret, not only had he encouraged Cassandra by giving into her advances but he had a feeling he had disappointed you in plenty of ways and his suspicions were confirmed when you didn't even look at him even once when he met you during breakfast.
"That old man's dick is the best dick. Period" Cassandra mumbled excitedly so you gave her a fake smile in response,
"He's not that old you know"
"Well I'm not saying it as an insult..lord I think I'm falling for his sculpted ass"
Your smile faded as she said that, this thing was about to get messier because he couldn't keep it in his pants, all men were just cunt hungry whores. Your mum was so lucky she found someone like your dad.
It was Saturday and you didn't even have the luxury of getting engrossed in work today so you spent your day trying to avoid Daemon as much as you could. It wasn't fair to him you knew that, it shouldn't have mattered to you who he fucked or how many times but it did.
In the evening while you were napping clutching onto the plushie he had given you there was a knock on the door.
You were just hoping it wasn't Cassandra and luckily it wasn't..it was Daemon instead, he had a black silk shirt on that was loosely tucked in his fitted pants, your dad was taking him out to meet some of his business partners.
"Uncle.. What can I do for you?" You asked him so he smiled and walked closer to you until he was merely inches away from you, his cologne intoxicated you as he stood so close to you. You just wanted to kiss him.
"I know you're upset"
"Why would I be upset?" You mumbled, making him give you that infuriating smile.
"You shouldn't be..but you are..y/n..we are both adults here, yes? You're dating my nephew..i sleep with your best friend, that shouldn't cause any problems between us, I don't want that"
Now you wanted to punch him in the face and then kiss him.
"You're right.. the thing is your nephew won't come crying to you if we break up but my best friend does and then it becomes my problem yes, uncle?" You told him as you raised your voice a little so he tilted his head down and glared at you. You weren't intimidated by him. Not at all. Or Maybe you were, just a little.
"Then maybe you should choose your friends wisely"
Your eyes teared up as he said that so you looked down and he immediately wanted to take his words back "I came here to apologise darling..i didn't come here to upset you further"
"Then why are you doing that!?" Your voice choked as tears began to build up so he cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead, no tears came out but you still felt the pads of his thumbs caressing your cheeks tenderly.
"Ask me to not sleep with her again, and I'd never touch her, if this thing bothers you so deeply then I'd never ever look at her again"
He whispered softly so you looked up at him, this was your chance to tell him that you didn't want him to sleep with her, in fact you didn't want him to sleep with anyone. But as you opened your mouth the truth just refused to come out.
"You can do whatever you want..uncle..it's not my place to ask you for such a thing. I'm just acting out because I feel overwhelmed by my privileged people problems"
He chuckled as you said that.
"At Least you're aware of that"
His fingers ruffled your hair before he kissed the top of your head and stepped away from you.
"Have fun" you told him so he nodded, he wished you had asked him to not touch Cassandra again and he'd have obliged, he cared about you and he didn't want you to feel upset by his actions or feel hurt in any ways. And there was a part of him that just wanted you to accept that you felt something more towards him, something more than just feelings you'd have for an uncle.
"Mister Daemon'" He turned around as you called for him, this was the first time you had taken his name since he had returned.
"I'm not dating or planning to date Aemond..i wouldn't want to do anything that would make you leave again for whatever reasons..i hope you feel the same way.. about staying here ..in London i mean"
You didn't ask him directly but you told him what he wanted to hear from you. You weren't going to date his nephew for his sake..So he had to cut Cassandra off completely.
He was ready for that, but then what? What would happen between you two then?
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alchemistc · 7 months ago
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For the micro story: nr. 15: trembling hands or nr. 20: alone, finally?
I did 15 here!
20. alone, finally
"Sorry, we're leaving, I promise, I'm sorry about my drunk friends, it's just -- you guys are so cute together!"
Tommy watches a baby Queen march her drunk friends away from the LAFD tent, herding them like cats. It's almost dark out, and most booths are at least in the process of packing up. That is firmly not part of his agreement to man the booth for four hours, so he stands before Sal can comment on being mistaken for a couple again.
"Have fun packing up!" He calls out, already pushing up the back end of the tent, reaching for his phone in his back pocket, hoping desperately that Hen and Karen haven't gotten his baby bi too drunk to stand. He'd looked a little wobbly earlier that afternoon, but he'd accepted the ice cold water Tommy'd handed him with the kind of smile that usually meant he was thinking about sucking Tommy off.
He doesn't have a single text from any of them, and the concern starts to ratchet up before a fairly sober voice calls out "Hey handsome."
He's -- Christ, he's just drunk enough to know what he fucking looks like, leaning against the palm that had given them a modicum of shade all afternoon, long long legs in tiny tiny shorts, a tee shirt just barely long enough that, when paired with his comically out of proportion torso, isn't quite a crop top. Blue and purple and pink a little smeared on his cheekbone, dick necklace still around his neck.
("Where did you even find this," Tommy asked, his boyfriend two sheets to the wind and giving Sal a narrow eyed smile, like he suspected Sal might be up to something, volunteering to run the LAFD Pride booth with Tommy for the later part of the day.
"Karen ordered them online!"
Sal, two hours in to listening to Tommy bitch that he wasn't out there enjoying himself with his silly, beautiful, dressed-like-a-goddamn-whore of a man, had flicked his finger out at a particularly fat pink dick and introduced himself without any of the normal vitriol he reserved specifically for the men Tommy dated.)
"Hey." And they're alone, he realizes, the whole row of booths on either side broken down for the evening, street closed off for the rest of the weekend, Sal grumbling in the tent behind them.
"I brought you a change of clothes," he tells Tommy, unfolding a pair of shorts Tommy has doubts will fit over his ass. He's gonna be showing more thigh than he's been comfortable with since he was newly out. The shirt is -- doable, and definitely preferable to his department issue tee he's certain has permanent pit stains.
Tommy crowds Evan against the tree, enjoying the way he fits between the sprawl of Evan's legs, the way he's still a little sloppy as he kisses back, nose crushed against Tommy's cheek, tongue a little uncoordinated. "We don't have to go to the bar," Tommy wheedles, and Evan wheels his head back enough that the only reason he doesn't smack it against the trunk is the pressure from Tommy's hand preventing it.
"It's my first Pride. Are you gonna deny me the right to show off my hot firefighter pilot?"
God, it never takes much to convince him, when Evan pulls out those puppy eyes. He makes a grab for the clothes tucked under Evan's arm. "If Sal sees my ass when I'm changing, you don't get to fight him this time."
Evan tugs him in for another kiss instead of arguing the point.
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ottpopfic · 2 months ago
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He can't do this, and now he's wrecked everything here too, Leo turns on his heel and books it out of the house.
“Leo! Where are you going?!” Piper calls after him as the screen door slams, but it doesn't matter.
He just runs, and keeps running, just mindless sprinting as fast and as far as he can go. He's going to keep going, just like always, until he collapses in a new place with a new start like all the times before. Or he would if he didn't hear Piper call after him
“Leo Stop!”
Its charms speak, magic the only thing able to push past the need to get the fuck out of there. His legs lock mid-stride, momentum overbalancing him as he careens ass over tea kettle into the dead cattails. He still feels the need to run, the need to go, but he can't move his limbs with the spell on him. He ends up just laying on his back, looking up at the gray winter sky and screaming himself raw into the empty air
“Jesus Christ” Piper pants when she finally catches up to him, hands on her knees as she sucks wind “How are you so fast with those short little legs”
“Fuck you” he yells back trying to kick to no avail “Let me go!”
“Are you gonna run if I do?”
“You don't need me here” he continues to yell, but he's sounding more choked then he would ever admit “I'm just making everything worse like always, let me go!”
“Of course I don't need you dumb ass, but I sure as shit want you, get back in the goddamn house”
“You can't make me” he screams like a tantruming child
“Yes I fucking can!” Piper yells back, one hand still on her knee as she continues to try and catch her breath, the other pointing back the way they came “Get Back In The House!”
Leo goes, she can make him after all
“Never run off on me like that again” Piper berates him once they are both back inside, shoving him down onto the couch “you didn't even grab a coat!”
“A coat!?” he shouts hackles raised “That's all you care about?”
“Shut the fuck up” she scolds, finger in his face “Stop being an asshole I know what you're doing”
“What!? What am I doing?”
“You're trying to pick a fight to make me push you away” she reprimands “It's not gonna work dickhead all you are doing is scaring the shit out of me!”
“Exactly” he cries, half needing the fight, half wanting to curl up in a corner and die “I'm just making everything worse, I brought the shit here with me, I need to go!”
“No” Piper cuts him off “No shut up, I'm done doing this we’re watching Moana”
“What?!”
Piper beelines for the remote “SHUT UP WE’RE WATCHING MOANA”
They watch Moana, it's as good as the last three times Leo has seen it, one of the ones Georgie always requests for movie night. At the Way Station they have an old but reliable projector that's been tinkered into near sentience, casting its light on the wall that holds the building's liminal space. It makes Leo a little homesick, too bad he can never go back
They end up with Leo curled up against one arm of the couch with Piper laid out across the rest, her head on Leo’s shoulder and her arms around his waist like she's trying to hold him down. It's nice, to be held, it feels like a long time since he's been held. Even when he and Cal cuddled, alone or during the movie nights, it was always Leo doing the holding. And it felt stiff, awkward. He would get hugs from Georgie and Jo and Emmi, but they never held him, he never let them
“I lied” Piper murmurs eventually into the still
“Hmm?”
“Earlier when I said I didn't need you,” she confesses, eyes on the singing crab “I lied. I do need you”
Leo heaves a huge sigh and rests his head on top of hers, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to hold her back “I need you too Beauty Queen”
They watch Ponyo next, and then Thumbelina, and then somewhere in the middle of The Princess Bride Mr. McClean comes home. Leo gets roped into helping with dinner, it feels good to do something with his hands, he's starting to feel the prickling in his fingers as his creation calls to him asking to be finished. He pointedly ignores the feeling
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