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perfectionts-virgo · 4 months

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KEVIN DAVIS

It's been three weeks since me and Ty sleepover, he been distant I only catch up with him because of Instagram he been working or in the studio but he haven't reach out to me ever since...

"Okay I see you" I said looking at sky applying lipgloss

"You know how I do it" she replied turned to face me sticking her tongue out

"Okay bang" I joked chuckle at her reaction

"But I look good" she replied with a sly smirk

"No really looking like a black Barbie" I said paying attention on the road

"Have you talk to Ty recent ?" She asked looking up from her phone to face me

"No, I tried reaching out multiple times" I answered stopped at a red looking around

"That's weird" she said shaking her head typing on her phone

I nod seeing the light turned green, driving down the road taking a left pulling in the mall parking lot finding a parking Space... finally finding the spot infront of sears... parking

"Boy next month will be June I need to get summer dress ready" she said taking off her seat belt

"I really need to get summer stuff" I replied getting out the car

We walked in the sliding doors seeing people walking and talking... making our ways to footlocker

"I need these" she said with having the Nike Off White dunk low with purple laces " look at them"

"If you going to get those" I replied grabbing the Nike off white dunk low with blue laces "I'm getting these then"

COUPLE STORES LATER

We Walking out the street wear store... making our to the food center, im waiting in the Philly cheesesteaks line and sky waiting in the Mexican line ... got our orders we sat in our table catching up and eating we had to throw away our trash, sitting back down talking about school drama that been on Twitter til I looked up and seen the L.I.O.N crew walking in with some girls, I looked up seeing Ty with some girl wrapping her arms around him looking boo'd up..

"I know this nigga didn't" sky whispered looking at me and back at them

"It's okay" I continue looking how he was with her "let's go I don't want to make a seen"

"Okay" she said nodding "let's go"

We grabbed our bags, and begin to walk out

"Girl I love your dress" a girl voice stopped us on our tracks

"Thanks" sky said with a fake smile my back still face them "I got this dress online"

"Damn I was going to ask what store you got it from but that color looks bomb with skin color" the girl complement sky

"Thanks" sky said nicely "oh hi Ty and boo"

"Hey" they said union awkwardly

"I'm sorry I got to go" she said turned around grabbed my arm walking out the sliding doors walking to my car

They looked really happy, well I'm saved from a big mistake then

One Month and A week later

I been doing me, working and chilling with the group but with Ty I don't even entertain that shit at all so I been worried about me, I'm doing good that's all that matters.

My cousin text me because we going out, spending time with since she out here the weekend.

Walking down the stairs seeing my cousin car parked on the street making my way to her passenger seat opening the door... getting in putting on the seatbelt

"Hey boo" she said with a smile "you look bomb"

"Thanks" I smiled back "you always killing these hoes"

"You know how I do it" she replied with a smirk

We drove on the freeway listening to music and catching up, she turned on the exit driving down 376th street to the club "R", finding a parking spot in the parking garage, we walked down to the line seeing people talking or trying to holla at each other.

"I'm happy that I'm out here" she said with a smile

"Me too it's been a minute" I replied seeing the line getting shorter

"Yeah I needed a break from Reality" she looked at two girls walking by laughing " but fuck all that Were here to have fun

I nodded my head and the bouncer opening the door for us, immediately seeing people on the dance floor or in V.I.P, Making our way to the bar..

"I will get 1942" she said with smirk

"And I will get the same" i replied with sly smile

"Alright two 1942's got it" the bartender said nodded his head turned around making our drinks

"I need a drink" I looked around seeing people enjoying their time

"You and me both" she said paying for our drinks

"You didn't have to do that" I replied looking at her " I will cashapp you"

"You don't have too" she said looking at with a smile

"I'm paying you back I don't care" I replied taking a sip

We been dancing, enjoying our time being out that I don't even feel stressed or worried about anything that I was thinking before... the drinks I was throwing back started to catching up to me but all I heard was the nigga got a gun and all hell broke lose

"We need to get the fuck out of here !!!" She said grabbing my arm running out the club to the garage

"Damn we can't have fun no where" I mumbled rolled my eyes

"I'm glad we made it safe" she replied started her car

Moments Later

Im still tipsy but I'm not drink, pulling up my apartment complex, hugging and saying goodbye to her getting out the car... waving bye seeing her pull off I turned around seeing Ty leaning on his driver side door. I stood there shook.

"You look nice where you been" he asked looking at me

"Thanks" looking at him blankly up and down "out

"I don't want to fight" he said putting his hand in his pockets " I missed you"

"Okay ?" I replied confused "what happened to miss thang ?"

"That wasn't my girl" he said moving closer to me "I been knowing her since high school"

"You think I'm boo boo the fool" I replied looking at his sad expression on his face "do I have clown writing on my forehead"

"No" he said shaking his head "I'm sorry"

"I don't know why you're apologizing I'm not your boyfriend" I replied looking at apartment stares avoiding his red eyes

"I'm really sorry" he said feeling his hand touching my chin moving my face to face him "I'm really sorry I know I heart your feelings or mislead you"

"You didn't hurt my feelings but you did made feel played" I replied moved my face away walking up the stairs feeling him behind me like a lost dog

"I'm really sorry K" he said feeling his hard chest "you don't have to build a wall up"

"You don't know me like that to think you really did something" I chuckle unlocked the door walked in closed the but his foot stopped it closing filling letting his self in

"I'm done talking to you" he said hearing his raspy and deep voice

"I am you can see yourself out" I replied turned to face him " I didn't invite you in anyway"

"I really don't give fuck" he said shaking looking like he getting mad " I'm not talking to you and you going to hear me out"

"I really don't give af" I replied turned to walking my room

I walked to my closet getting undressed wearing my tank top and underwear before I put on pajamas here comes Ty walking behind me

"Can I have some space and I didn't hear you ask to come in my room" I rolled my eyes mug at him

"You need check that attitude" he chuckled shaking his head

"WHO going to check me ?" I asked looking at him

"Chill that shit out" he replied looking at me like I was his prey

I was too busy looking this fine ass man I'm upset with standing in front of me...the more experienced man standing there looking good like always. His tattoo hands caught me off guard. Wear a white beater and grey sweatpants and his red and white bandana slippers looking so good... I'm supposed to be on my playa shit but he looked so good.

"Kevin ?" He called out looking at me with his left eyebrow raised

I felt compelled I just responded

"Yes ?" I answered backing away facing my pajamas pants folded looking for one I want

"I really want to apologize to you, really I didn't want you to feel like I was playing you it wasn't like that at all. My father didn't raise me like that. I don't want to fuck this up" he moved closer to me looking Sincere

I'm lose for words, I just nod my head continue to looking for my favorite pajamas pant

"Thanks, not a lot of guys would apologize" I replied with a sly smile

"You're welcome" he said with a sly smile

"But can you back up" I joked chuckle

"Nah you been forgetting who your nigga is" he said feeling his arms wrapped around my hips

I turned around see his tongue glides across his bottom lip, I felt butterflies in my stomach getting loss in his eyes

"I'm really sorry k" moving down my ear "that's I want to say"

I only imagine him talking to me through a organism

"It's okay" I replied simply

"I want to show you something" he said kissed my ear

"What ?" I asked shyly

"How much I'm sorry and missed you" he answered kissed my neck while I felt his dick jumped

I felt his large hands grabbing my ass continue kissing my neck, I let out a whimper, he picked me up with ease walking in my room gently putting me down on the bed seeing him taking off his grey sweats and his grey Clavin Klein boxer briefs seeing his dick spring free my eyes was wide open shock of how big & thick and he have a curve... he's going to break me in half and I'm fine with that

"You scared ?" He asked with low raspy voice

"No" I answered still staring how thick he is

"Or you sure ?" He hovered me looking at me "if I fuck you im not stopping"

"I'm not stopping you" I replied wrapped my arms around his shoulders biting my lip

I'm so turned on it's crazy... thank god I douche because it will be a horror scene

"Already don't say I didn't warned you" he laying on me feeling his dick pressed on my stomach

"Whatever" I said playfully rolled my eyes

"Bet" he said

Before I could even respond he kissed my neck again, I felt good, he grabs me, lifting me up taking off my tank top holding me tight then we did the unthinkable we kissed, He pulled me deeper in the kiss.. our tongue dancing into my mouth, I wrapped my arms around his neck while he holding me with one arm while he grabbed his dick... i felt my briefs ripped feeling his tip tapping on my hole.

"You ready ?" He asked and reality hit me

"You got a condom ?" I asked looking at him

"Hell yeah" he answered grabbed his sweat going on his pocket grabbing a Magnum

He put on the condom just turned me on even more

"Now are you ?" He asked again

I Just Nod my head

"I need to hear words" he said with his voice deepen

"Yes I'm ready" I replied biting my bottom lip

I wrapped my legs around him, he eases me down onto his dick slowly. I let out a hiss, because he was thick asf... he began to stroke til he fucks me good hitting my spot with his curve.

"This shit so tight" he start stroking me

"Oooh F-fucckk" I moaned bouncing up and down on his shaft

"There you go" smack my ass "you tugging on my shit"

"You so thick" I said continue bouncing up and down

"I'm thick" he asked with a smirk holding my hips helping me bouncing

"S-sssshhhiitt"I moaned out

I could feel my hole squeeze around him as I felt like I'm going to cum

"Yeah you stuck with me" I said with the sexiest face he ever made "you'll keep fucking me like this ?"

"Y-yess... F-fuucck... D-daddy !!" I moaned out my body bouncing as he fucked me harder.. he was railing into me

"You mine and im you'res" sweat dripping from his forehead onto my chest

"O-ohh D-daddy" he continued railing into me then he layed me down on the bed putting my legs next to my head giving deep long stokes

We moaned and groaned together feeling my legs trembling... continued hitting my spot then I felt something I my stomach while my hole began to squeeze on him again and my leg started to shake and tremble while stroking me deeper till he filled the condom up, thrusting into me slowly to empty his balls competely inside me.

All I remember him saying he never letting me go...

#melaninenthusiasts #aesthetic #masterlist

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butwhyduh · 2 years

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After reading the teen!dick Grayson I keep thinking about Bruce having to give The Talk to the boys even if they say I know what I’m doing (cough Jason cough). We know he would try hard to not be awkward but it would still be super awkward

Lmaooo okay I can do that.

Dick

Dick and Bruce stared at each other silently for a full 45 seconds. Dick didn’t have anything to say for himself. Bruce didn’t know what to say.

“It isn’t mine,” Dick answered and realized it was worse. Bruce opened his mouth and closed it.

“Then.. then whose is it?” He finally said. Dick winced.

“Uhh Roy’s?”

“Roy’s? Are you and he-“

“No! I mean- he gave them to me- because-uhh,” Dick stammered. “I’m dating Starfire- Kori.”

“Hng, okay,” Bruce said as he tried to formulate a plan. He had caught Dick with a box of condoms which isn’t the worst thing. It felt like the worst thing but a pregnancy or disease would be worse. Be cool, Bruce thought to himself. “I’m glad you are thinking about being safe. Are you and her… active? Sexually?”

“God, Bruce! No! We haven’t- nor anything like that yet. Roy was just being a jerk,” Dick said, his face was bright red. “He’s just like that.”

“Right… umm, I haven’t really given you the talk or anything yet and uhh- you’re old enough and dating someone. So have you learned about, uhh sex in school? Like class?” Bruce asked.

“Yeah, we learned about parts and diseases and stuff,” Dick said, sitting on his bed awkwardly. Bruce leaned against his desk.

“Okay cool. Yeah, right. Umm, but did they teach you about like protection?” Bruce asked.

“Uhh- no. Not really I guess,” Dick replied.

“Okay, we’ll… let’s Google,” Bruce said and Dick’s eyebrows rose almost to his hairline. “Like educational videos.” Bruce typed in sex Ed videos and found a comprehensive video and both he and Dick watched it. Bruce even made a Hmm noise at stuff he hadn’t heard of before.

“So… that was.. that was it,” he muttered. Dick nodded in agreement. “Do you have questions?”

“Uhh, no.”

“Good. Good. We have patrol tonight and you can leave condoms on Alfred’s shopping list and no questions asked,” bruce said, basically escaping the room.

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Jason

Bruce sighed and put the mattress back down. Jason stood by his closet door, playing with the hem of his hoodie. Bruce was so quiet it made the boy stressed.

“Look- we can just get rid of it,” Jason started. “My friend Tommy got-“

“I’m disappointed,” Bruce said and Jason froze. “These magazines, they are disrespectful to women. And frankly, they are so far from what sex is that it’s scary.”

Jason just stared at Bruce.

“If you want pornography, and I’m against it because you’re too young, but this kind won’t be in my house,” Bruce said. He crumpled up the hardcore fetish magazines and stood up to leave before changing his mind.

“I didn’t- I didn’t like them,” Jason admitted in a mumble, looking at the floor. “He gave them to me and when I looked at them, they looked mean and stuff. So I hid them there and was gonna throw it out later.”

“Oh and your friend is interested in that?”

“No he took them from his dad,” Jason replied. Bruce nodded in understanding.

“Okay well, I’m got a video that we should watch,” Bruce said, pulling up the one he watched with Dick. Jason stared at the kinda out dated video but Bruce wasn’t wrong about the info.

“Do you have any questions?”

“What’s a holla back girl and a scrub,” Jason asked about some slang used in the video.

“You know, I still don’t know…” Bruce replied. “Ask Dick sometime,” he said before moving to the door. “And exploring your interests is great but not this way,” he pointed to the magazines in hand. “I’ll throw these away for you.”

“Okay.”

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Tim

“Thanks Robin!” Said a teen girl he saved from a house fire. Before he could say anything, she hugged him and then kissed him on the mouth. Tim stood stiff as a board as she quickly pulled away. He didn’t move as she ran into the crowd.

Bruce pulled his son away from the crowd who had cheered at the kiss and toward the batmobile. Tim went quietly in a daze. He didn’t even say anything in the batmobile ride to the cave.

“Alright chum, let’s have a talk,” Bruce said as he pulled off his cowl. Tim gulped and nodded as if he was in trouble and that worried Bruce. Tim sat on the bench next to the computer bay. Bruce pulled up a chair across from him. Tim looked extremely nervous.

“Timbo, I wanted to talk about tonight-“

“I didn’t mean to! I mean I didn’t plan to- she kissed me!” Tim interrupted.

“I know. And you aren’t in trouble. I’m fact I wanted to ask if you were okay,” Bruce asked.

“I’m- what?” Tim replied thoroughly confused.

“Are you bothered that she kissed you like that? People should ask before kissing other people. She should have asked.”

“Oh… I guess I’m fine.”

“I also realized I never gave you the talk. Did your dad- did he tell you?” Bruce asked.

Tim huffed out a laugh. “No.”

“Oh…. Okay. I would like to show you a video and then I’ll answer any questions you have,” Bruce said pulling up the video. Tim sat and watched the whole thing intently.

“Do you have any questions?” Bruce asked. He felt confident. He had 2 boys already ask all their questions and everything.

“Yeah, uh I get the part about dating a girl and stuff and that’s cool. Helpful even. But what if I wanted a boyfriend? Not that I’m saying I do…” Tim trailed of. Bruce almost started hyperventilating. He had forgot gay was even an option.

“I… I will research and get back to you,” he sputtered. A week later he found another inclusive video that both he and Tim watched. Bruce also started making huge donations to lbgtqia groups in Gotham.

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Damian

Bruce would love to say he was an expert at giving the talk but he was far from ready when Damian tossed a magazine with Bruce and Selina on the cover. They were on a private balcony alone in a heated make out. Bruce could remember that they moved things inside before it went anywhere. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t traumatizing to Damian.

“Father, what you do in your spare time, that I’ll never understand, is your own and should be private. I don’t want to know about your promiscuous-“

“Alright Damian.”

“They are calling you a DILF in school,” Damian added dryly. Bruce noticed but didn’t acknowledge that Alfred was studiously cleaning a nearby counter as the boy talked.

“I was not expecting to photographed on a private vacation but I am sorry that you saw that,” Bruce said.

“Are you trying to have a baby with Selina?” Damian asked bluntly and Alfred almost dropped a vase he was cleaning.

“No I am not. I would think our house is already pretty full. Why?” Bruce replied calculated.

“Then why are you both engaging in sex of all things?” Damian asked. Alfred froze in the background.

“Damian? Do you think sex is only for creating children?” Bruce asked, now concerned. He had expected some bad education on sex but most kids were fairly interested in it at 14 or at least thought about it. Bruce was now waiting tried that Talia or Ra’s has said or done something to make Damian sex repulsed.

“Why else…” Damian started and trailed off confused.

“Because sex is enjoyable. It’s something people in relationships do together even when they don’t want children. Have you never thought about sex before?”

Damian flushed. “Not really. I have no interest in having children so I never really considered it..”

“Your mother or Ra’s never said anything-“

“No. No they didn’t. I- I believe I may be someone considered asexual. I read one of Drake’s books and I have no interest in marriage or children. And I have never considered that sex and procreation were separate. I will have to think on that,” Damian said, pointedly looking out the window to the courtyard.

“Right,” Bruce said, thinking quickly. “I am proud of you no matter your orientation. But if you decide that you want to be sexually active, I would like for you to speak to me so you can be safe. I have some videos we can watch-“

“I know about protection. But.. I will talk to you if I need to,” Damian said before leaving the room.

Bruce stood there for a minute before turning to Alfred flabbergasted.

“I will refresh the condom bowl in the cave locker room, sir. And perhaps add pamphlets on use,” Alfred added before also leaving the room.

#dick grayson fanfic #nightwing fanfiction #robin fanfic #red hood fanfiction #jason todd fics #Tim drake fic #Damian Wayne fic #Red Robin fanfic #batman fanfic #Bruce Wayne fanfic

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yelenasdiary · 2 years

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Could you maybe write 18 and 20 but for Dark! Maria Hill please?

The Woman From The Bar

Pairing: Dark! Maria Hill x Reader

Summary: Maria has been patient enough and decides to take matters into her own hands.

| Angst| 2K | Kidnapping, drugged, overall dark themes, slight degradation, language warning|

Requests are closed.

Prompt: 18 & 20 from THIS list.

She watched you from across the room with a drink of whisky in one hand and her cigarette in the other. You worked as a bartender and she was a regular, she kept to herself and ordered the same drink every night. You noticed her eyes burning into you as you attended to other customers with a smile and cheerful conversations. Maria tensed when she noticed somebody flirting with you, she hated it. You were hers and only hers, you just didn’t know it.

“Can I get you another?” you smiled placing her now empty class on the circled tray. “I’d love another sweetheart, make it a double, will you?” she winked, her blue eyes eyeing the way your uniform showed off your body perfectly, if nobody was around, she wouldn’t waste any more time pulling you onto her lap and making you whimper from her touch.

“Coming right up” you swung gracefully around and head back to the bar. Again, she watched you carefully as you poured her order, licking your thumb to clean the droplet of alcohol from the bottle. “Oh honey, you have no idea how much I’m going to enjoy this” she mumbled to herself quietly as you walked over to her. “Here you go, is there anything else I can get you?” you placed the whisky glass on the table in front of her, giving her yet another smile. “That’ll be all, for now, darling” her tone sweet and warm unlike the drunken men that called you sweet names. “Well, you know how it works, holla if you need anything”.

“Oh, I will”.

Maria knew when your shift would end, 1am just like every other night. You were left with the joys of closing and making sure everything was locked away and the money from the till was locked in the safe upstairs. She knew you always left from the back door; your car always parked closest to the exit.

“Thank god that’s over” you mumbled as you exit out the back door, hand in your handbag searching around for your car keys. “Oh, for god’s sake!” you groaned when you couldn’t find them. The night was cold, the ground wet from the late-night shower, prostitutes shared the street waiting for passing cars. It was an ideal area of work, but you needed the money and your boss paid well enough. During the day, you had a cleaning job that made up for the extra money you needed to keep yourself afloat. Finally, you found your keys and stuck them in the door, turning twice before hearing the car unlock.

“Pop the trunk” a voice spoke sternly behind you, your heart racing quickly when you heard the click of a gun, “now” the voice said in a hurry. You did ask told, you’ve been mugged before and knew better than to fight the criminal.

“P-please, just take my purse, there’s $150 in cash and a little more on my credit card” you spoke, dropping your purse. “I don’t want your money” the hooded voice replied. “Wh-what do you want? I’ll give you everything I have in my handbag…pl-please just take it and go” you begged, turning to turn around. “DON’T!” snapped the criminal, “don’t turn around” they added, quickly you stopped in your steps. “Pl-please what do you want?” tears now filling your eyes. “Get in the trunk” they instructed.

“N-no please…don’t hurt me, just take everything, my car as well…please just let me go…I won’t tell anybody” You begged with your tears now endlessly streaming down your cheeks.

"If you want it all to be over, you have to get in the trunk” the end of their gun pointed harshly into your back, “now” they added, shoving you towards the back of your car. “O-okay” you sobbed again before getting into the trunk, curling up with your knees to your chest. “You’ll understand in time” the voice spoke before you heard them spraying the trunk with something you’d never smelt before. Your kidnapper closed the trunk and before you knew it your vision went dark and fuzzy, drifting asleep.

Maria didn’t feel bad for what she’d just done, in her eyes, you would understand why she did this and one day see the love she has for you but for now she knew it would take some time. She waited for you to wake up with a glass of water and a sandwich beside her for you. For her own safety, she handcuffed your hands to the bed and your ankles together, whispering sorry’s as she did so.

Opening your eyes, your vision was fuzzy, the room felt like it was spinning, and you felt sick to your stomach. Your eyes were met with piercing blue eyes once you were able to get your fuzzy vision back. “Yo-you’re the girl from the bar” you stuttered. “Good morning” she smiled, “do you feel okay? I’m sorry I had to do what I did, I just had to get you alone” she explained. “You kidnapped me!” you spat.

“Oh honey, yes I did but you have to understand that I’m only protecting you, my sweet girl, you’ll understand in time” she smiled softly making your stomach turn even more. “You’re sick” you frowned.

“I’ll let that slide as you are clearly still in shock” she stood from the wooden chair, “I’ll come back when you’ve rested more” she spoke before leaving the room. Your raced with a thousand thoughts as you looked around at your surroundings trying to find a way out, you hoped that one of your boss’s would notice your sudden disappearance and file a missing person’s report, but you knew that they would have to wait 24 hours before the police would do any sort of investigating. Remembering the many crime documentaries, you’ve watched you had little time to come up with a plan to survive, if your kidnapper wanted to hurt, surely, she would’ve already done so by now you thought.

Her comment “you’ll understand in time” replayed over and over in your mind giving you the first idea for plan A, play along. Give her whatever she wanted, no matter the cost. You’ve heard many cases where the victim convinced their kidnapper of their understanding and they survived so surely you could do the same. The next thing you remembered was her calling you “my sweet girl” she’d always been one to compliment you, so it wasn’t new but the tone she spoke was different. For now, you knew the only way you’d live through this was to simply play along.

It was hours before she returned, hearing the many clicks of the door unlocking woke you from the short nap you took. “How are you feeling?” she asked in a sweet tone. “I... I’m okay, could I please have a drink…my throat, it’s so dry” you asked, seeing the glass of water and sandwich still sitting on the table beside the double bed. “Of course, I’m sorry, I forget you uncuff you” she chuckled sending a shiver down your spin, “if I do uncuff you, do you promise to be good?” she asked. You nodded, “please I just want a drink”. She placed a straw in the glass and uncuffed one of your hands, handing you the glass making sure you didn’t spill any.

“Thank you” you softly smiled after downing the water. “You seem calmer now, a good rest did the trick” she commented, placing the glass down and cuffing your free hand back to the bed. “Yes, thank you” you replied. Maria sat back down on the seat beside your bed and brushed the locks of hair from your face, “I know this might be scary for you, but you’ll adjust, I promise. I just got so tired of seeing all those disgusting drunken men flirting with what was mine. Watching you each night with them made me very upset, you’re too beautiful and sweet to be around those type of people” she stroked your cheek gently, “and before you even try, there is no way for you to escape, nobody will hear your screams or cries for help, I will make sure you are protected here” she added. This was your chance to put plan A into action.

“Wh-what if I don’t want to leave?” you asked with the softest smile tugging on your lips, “would you uncuff me? Let me be free…here?” you added. Maria chuckled, “oh baby girl, you’ve going to have to earn my trust first.” She leant back in her seat. “I understand” you replied softly, “I didn’t want to do this too you angel, but you left me no choice, you knew how much I wanted you and you ignored me, you just treated me like a normal customer” she explained. “Y-you wanted me? I just thought you were being nice” you looked at her earning yourself another chuckle, “You really are just a dumb little sweetheart, aren’t you. Of course, I wanted you, why do you think I came to the bar every night, I sure as fuck weren’t wanting anybody else in that disgusting place” she went on. “Why didn’t you just, I don’t know, ask me out?” you asked with a sarcastic tone.

“Watch that tone little love!” Maria snapped slightly, “this was easier because I get what I want” she adds. “Will you ever let me go?” you asked one last question, looking into her blue eyes as she brought her hand to stroke your cheek softly, “I won’t need too because soon enough you won’t want to leave” she smiled before leaving the room again. You wouldn’t see her again until the following morning.

You woke slowly to the feeling of being watched, your eyes fluttered open as they were met with a pair of deep blue eyes and a soft smile. “Why are you staring at me sleeping?" you asked with a tremble in your voice. Maria brushed the messy strands of hair from your face “I just wanted to admire your beauty” she spoke softly, your stomach turned at her words. “You must be hungry by now” she commented earning a light nod from you. “Good, I’ve made breakfast” she grabbed the plate of eggs and bacon from the table beside the bed, “I can feed myself…it that’s okay?” you spoke in a questioning tone.

“I know” said before uncuffing one of your hands and helping you into a seated position, “I made you a coffee as well” she said as she placed the plate on your lap and handing you a plastic fork. “Thank you” you replied softly.

Maria watched you eat the entire plate before she placed it on the floor beside her feet, she looked at you as you tried to hide the worried and scared look on your face, but it was no use, she saw right through you. “I know you want to go home” she broke the silence, “I know you think I’m the devil right now but here, with me, you wouldn’t have to work another day in your life, we could be happy, I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted. I can give you the life you deserve” she added.

“Kidnapping me isn’t the way to do things if you like somebody” you muttered causing her to huff in a chuckle, “you still don’t understand, do you? Baby, you are mine. Any life you had before this is gone. Do you think I was stupid enough to let people wondering about where you’d gotten too?” she asked, “My sweet, sweet darling” she leant towards you from her seat and stroked your cheek once more, “everybody thinks you died in a very tragic accident” her words were cold as your heart dropped, “you belong here now. You belong to me” she added before you felt her plump evil lips press against yours.

Plan A soon because plan nothing. For now, you belonged to Maria Hill, the woman from the bar.

#maria hill #maria hill x reader #marvel #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#fanfiction #cobie smulders

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doubleleoenergy · 3 years

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i. Summer Bummer, Lolita Series

She just might become my lover for real. I might fuck with her all summer for real. They better not holla if I cuff her for real.

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Pairing: bestfriendsdad!Andy Barber x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of erection, lewd thoughts, drinking

Words: 2168

Summary: Andy meets Jacob friends for the first time, including y/n.

“Dad, we’re here!” Jacob cried out, opening the front door to his familiar family home.

Jacob Barber had just finished his Junior year at Columbia University and had just finished packing up his things in his apartment before driving back home. His parents had just finalized their divorce over the Christmas Break, and frankly, Jacob was relieved. His father, Andy Barber, seemed to be doing great, much happier without Laurie in his life. Maybe that was why he had agreed to let Jacob and his roommates from Columbia stay in their home for the entire summer leading up to their final year of undergrad.

“I’ll be right down, just changing a lightbulb in the bathroom.” Andy called out from upstairs, finishing his work quickly and disposing of the broken bulb in the bathroom trash can. He took his time down the stairs, smiling widely as he saw Jacob and his friends standing in the kitchen. “Good to have you home, son.” Andy announced, embracing Jacob in a warm embrace. He wasn’t lying at all, yes, he was fine after the divorce, but he did miss having his son at home playing video games or listening to his music too loud. Once Andy let go, he eyed the two other boys behind him, patting Jacob on his shoulder.

“You boys must be Jacob’s roommates, right?” He questioned.

“Yes, sorry dad, this is Rashad and Collin.” Jacob motioned to each of them, watching as his father shook each of their hands. “It’s nice to meet you all, and please, call me Andy. Only my clients call me Mr. Barber.” Andy took a step back, reaching into the fridge to grab a few Coors Light bottles, handing one to each of the boys before turning his attention back to Jacob.

“I thought you said there was another roommate coming, right? The one who you begged me to let intern at my office during the summer?” Andy asked, raising an eyebrow at his son.

Jacob took a swig off his beer bottle, nodding his head. “Yeah, y/n said she’d be here soon, she was just finishing up with a friend for brunch and then she was heading over.” Jacob, Rashad, Collin, and Y/N had been roommates this year in a quaint little apartment about five minutes from Columbia’s main campus. Andy had been to the apartment once to meet up with Jacob for dinner in the Fall during one of his many fights with Laurie, though Jacob’s roommates had all been out that day.

“Alright, well why don’t you boys make yourselves at home, take your pick of any of the guest rooms upstairs and let me know if you need anything. I was thinking of firing up the grill, it’s such a beautiful day out and the swimming pool contractors just finished with the new pool out back.” Andy opens the doors of the fridge again, pulling out the hamburger meat as the three men race up the stairs to look at the rooms they’d be occupying for the next few months. “Sure dad, thanks!” Jacob calls back, giving his father a short wave of his hand.

About an hour later the boys had all settled into the Barber’s backyard, speakers against the home blaring the hottest songs of the summer. Andy and the boys stood around the grill, exchanging stories of their latest semester and giving Andy a chance to get to know Rashad and Collin better. He was quite impressed with the type of people Jacob had chosen to associate himself with. Rashad was an engineering major like Jacob while Collin was studying chemistry.

After the boys finished laughing about Collin and Jacob’s double date gone terribly wrong, Jacob’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, glancing at the screen with a smile. “Y/N’s pulling in, I’m going to go help her with her bags.” The other boys stayed next to Andy, watching as he flipped the last set of burgers on the grill.

“She’s gotta look heavenly in a bikini, right bro?” Rashad asks Collin, nudging him playfully in the side.

“You got a thing for y/n? Because I don’t think it’d be too appropriate to get with someone you are living the entire summer with, especially under my roof.” Andy objected, removing the burgers off the grill and onto the plate beside him.

Both Rashad and Collin burst out laughing, taking swigs from their beer bottles as they do. “Nah, Andy. Y/N’s a smoke show don’t get me wrong, but we can look but don’t touch. She’s not a relationship type of woman anyhow.” Rashad teased.

Just as the two boys finished their snickering, Jacob opens the screen door, the two immediately jogging up to give y/n a hug.

“What, you boys miss me that much after being apart for only a day?” She teased, Collin finally releasing her from his death grip. Jacob pulls y/n out into the yard, stopping right in front of the grill where Andy was turning off the burners.

“Dad, this is y/n.” He gestures towards the woman beside him just as y/n sticks out a hand for Andy to shake.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Mr. Barber, I’ve heard so much about you.” Andy finally turns his head in the direction of her voice, his eyes locking on hers as his heart skips a beat in his chest.

“It’s nice to meet you too, and please, call me Andy.” He reaches forward to shake her hand, taking in the whole sight of her. Her hair hung in loosely tousled waves down her back, stopping just above her breasts that were jutting out of her black lace bodysuit, which clung tightly to her hourglass figure and was tucked into her jean shorts that barely seemed to cover her ass. Her lips were plump and juicy, the color of a glass of fruit punch, a dotting of light freckles across her cheeks. Her eyes were striking, she wore no mascara, yet her lashes were thick and long. She was breathtakingly beautiful, a ‘smoke show’ as Rashad had said, indeed.

Y/N watched how Andy’s eyes engulfed her body, tilting her head to one side as she pretended not to notice. “Well Andy, thank you again for letting us all stay with you this summer, and thank you for the internship. I would rather work a paid internship than work with these boys anywhere.” She teased, ruffling Jacob’s hair.

“It’s no trouble at all, our office could use a good intern for the summer.” He agreed, eyes lingering a little too long on her perky breasts again.

“Maybe we can carpool to work, I’m all about environmentalism.” Her words are flirtatiously drifting off her tongue, a seductive smile spreading across her lips. Was Andy imagining this?

“R-right, yeah sounds good.” He moves to grab the plate of burgers by the grill, gesturing to the house. “Boys, please bring out the salad, condiments, and tableware from the counter and come set the table. Oh, and get y/n a beer.”

Andy moves to the patio table and sets down the plate of burgers, watching y/n as she slowly sinks into the chair next to him. He catches a whiff of her perfume, a heavenly mix of oranges, vanilla, and sandalwood wafting through his nostrils. It’s the perfect scent for her, he thought, moving to sit at the far end of the table.

The boys come back with all the supplies for dinner, including y/n’s beer, which she is already nursing happily from. Andy’s eyes focus on how her lips wrap around the top of the glass bottle, clearing his throat as if to rid himself of his dirty thoughts.

“So, y/n, what made you want to intern in my office?” He questioned, assembling a burger onto his plate. Y/N tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, carefully putting a helping of salad onto her own plate before assembling the rest of her meal.

“I’m completing my undergraduate degree and then hopefully getting admitted to law school to become an attorney. I figured interning in a real office would be a great first step.” She stuck her fork into the salad, opening her mouth to take in the bite.

“So, what are you getting your undergrad in?”

“My major is human rights with a minor in economics.” Her eyes met Jacob’s, a smile spreading on her face. “That’s how I actually found out Jake-y here was looking for another roommate. We had microeconomics together. Then I got introduced to these two losers-“ She teased, motioning to the other two guys at the table who feigned hurt expressions. “-and the rest is history.” The boys next to her were all chowing down as usual as if they hadn’t been fed in days.

As they take the time to finish eating, y/n lets the boys do most of the talking. She’s not a huge sharer when she first meets people, and frankly she’s glad to have the guys around to keep her entertained all summer. The dinner is spent catching way-too-long glances from Andy, his eyes lingering on hers for a bit too long here and there. There’s something about him that intrigues her, maybe it’s because he’s not a boy but a man, or maybe it’s just her usual game of cat and mouse, men usually fell to putty at her feet and she assumed he’d be the same.

“That was great dad, thank you.” Jacob says, finishing his third burger of the night. “Anyone up for a late-night swim?” He asked, standing up from the table and picking up a few of the items from it to take them inside. Rashad and Collin follow suit, with y/n trailing behind.

“Sounds good.” Rashad replies, going over to set his plate in the sink before bounding up the stairs. Andy walks back in as the four head upstairs to change, turning on the sink and rinsing off the dishes before setting them in the drying rack on the counter.

Shortly after finishing washing his third plate, he hears the boys running down the stairs, pushing each other to see who can do a cannonball in the pool first. Andy can’t help but chuckle to himself at their energy, it truly was nice to have noise in the house again.

“Can I help you, Mr. Barber?” Andy turns his head to the soft voice behind him, his cock twitching in his jeans. She’s standing in front of him in the tiniest floral bikini he’s even seen on a woman, the bottoms barely covering her slit and leaving nothing to the imagination of her ass.

“It’s Andy.” He chokes out, licking his lips before turning his attention back to the sink. Y/N sashays over to his side, grabbing the clean towel off the counter and starting to dry the dishes as Andy sets them into the rack.

“Right, I’m sorry, Andy.” Her eyes trail over his figure as she speaks, he can feel her eyes on him, and he shifts his weight as he stands to make sure his cock couldn’t be seen through the fabric of his jeans. “Thank you again for letting us all stay here; I was hoping not to have to deal with another summer bummer.” Her thin fingers set each dry dish carefully atop the other, Andy’s eyes glancing over one last time before he turns off the water, drying his hands on a clean towel.

He clears his throat. “Of course, any friend of Jacob’s is a friend of mine.” Suddenly, as if his ears are burning, Jacob opens the screen door sopping wet.

“You coming y/n?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow at her.

“Yeah, I was just helping your dad clean up.”

Andy shifts uncomfortably, trying to hide the erection in his pants. “Hey kiddo, I’m going to bed, you guys have fun tonight.” He turns to walk down the hallway of the first floor to his bedroom, hearing y/n’s soft voice echoing out to him.

“Goodnight Andy.” She purred, Jacob finally picking her up over his shoulder and carrying her out to the pool area, her cries of protest lingering as he shut the screen door behind them.

Once locked away in his room Andy let out a sigh, undoing his jeans and letting his cock spring free from his underwear. He couldn’t believe the way he was getting hard for his son’s best friend, he hadn’t even had a chance to think of another woman since the divorce, but y/n just had this sickeningly sweet seduction about her, he knew it matched a certain name.

“Lolita.” He murmured, and though she wasn’t a 12-year old girl from the novel, because ew, he did seem to have some sinful obsession with her after having just met. Is this love or lust or some game on repeat? Andy didn’t know, but one thing was for sure, he was definitely about to jerk off to sexual thoughts of her in that bikini.

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neon-junkie · 3 years

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Bound

Summary: With none other than General Grievous locked away in a cell aboard your cruiser, you enter his cell in an attempt to both pester and interrogate him, but it's hard to resist toying about with such a large prize, especially when he's bound and willingly on his knees for you.

Pairing: General Grievous x Female Jedi Reader

Word Count: 2588

Rating: NSFW

Tags: yes he has a cock, Cyborg/Human, sub!Grievous, dom!Reader, Humiliation, Degrading, Dirty talk, Handcuffs, Height difference, First time, Enemies with benefits, Power play.

Notes: I've never written Grievous before so sorry if it's off :^( I also haven't really proof read this so pls holla if you see any mistakes. kthxloveubye xxx

Who would have guessed that you, a simple Jedi Knight, not yet to honour the rank of Master, has successfully captured none other than General Grievous himself. Yes, you, a Knight who has not long passed her training; it would be foolish of the Council not to give you the title of Master now, not when you have one of the most powerful weapons in the galaxy onboard your ship, bound and locked away in a cell, guarded beyond belief. If only your own Master could see you now - proud is an understatement, and you can feel their radiant energy flowing through the force, expressing their fondness through ways that words cannot express. However, you can't let this victory get to your head. You have a long way back to Coruscant, no doubt with other battles along the way. But for now, the road is steady, or as steady as it can be in hyperspace. After a well earned nap and some food, you decide to play with your dessert, heading down to the ships cells to taunt the barely organic being. It's not wise of you to poke and prod at a beast that could snap you in two, but he's unable to when he's bound like this, on his knees in his cell, both sets of his arms in cuffs behind his back.

You order the guards to wait outside, leaving you and that monster alone in the echoing cell. You're here to 'interrogate' him, and the Commander laughs before leaving you to it, encouraging you to do your worst. General Grievous doesn't look up at first, but now that you're stood directly in front of him, he can't help but glare up and meet your gaze. "Ah," Grievous sighs. "The Jedi that brought me to my knees. Here to cause more damage?" he questions. His voice is a drone - a low hum that bounces around your chest, and you can only assume that he was intentionally made to sound so monotone. "Possibly," you blankly reply. There's a pause. Grievous looks over his shoulder, scouting around the room, and quickly becomes irritated when you make no move to attack him. "Well?" he questions, snapping his head back around and peering up at you. Despite being on his knees, Grievous almost meets your level, his eyes meeting your shoulders. "What are you waiting for?" he snaps. You've heard about how Grievous does possess the ability to be patient, but in a position such as this, it's no surprise that Grievous is on edge, awaiting his next attack, presumably from you. But rather than cause more damage to his already decaying body, you reach out and cup his chin. He feels exactly how you'd expect, cold and hard, sending a chill down your spine that is cut short as Grievous yanks his head away from your grasp. You reach out again, but this time run your fingers along his fin-like cheek panels, watching how they flutter in retaliation to your light movements. "What are you doing?" Grievous questions, and despite not being able to show much emotion, you know he's raising his brow in a questionable manner. "I'm just being curious," you explain as you continue to run your fingers along the thin metal plates. Grievous seems nervous, uncertain on where this is going, but he allows you to toy with him, both out of defeat and curiosity. "I didn't know you droids had the ability to feel," you state. "I'm not a droid," Grievous spits, pushing your hand away with his cheek. "My Master rebuilt me with a nervous system, giving me the ability to feel pain, and failure, if I come across it." "Like right now?" you question with a soft laugh, and begin grinning when Grievous looks away. He continues scowling, staring into the corner of the room as you run your fingers along his mask again. However, as your light touches move from his face, down his neck, Grievous begins to show more signs of nervousness, and something else. "It seems you can feel more than pain and failure," you state. Grievous retaliates, shuffling his body away from your grasp and letting out a low, frustrated, droning hum. "Don't touch me like that," he hisses, and refuses to make eye contact again. From what you've seen in battle, Grievous enjoys eye contact when he knows he's got the upper hand, earning a sadistic pleasure as he comes across victory. However, he's bound on a Jedi cruiser, returning to the council, with a Knight exploring him in ways that he hasn't yet felt in this armoured body. You rest your hands on your hips, staring down at the General. "You've never felt anything but pain before, have you?" you question. "I have, but not for a long time," Grievous willingly tells you, his molten gold eyes meeting yours for a brief moment. There's silence - the nervous, suspenseful kind that can make anybody tremble if dragged on for too long. Grievous continues looking out into nothingness, staying away from both your touch and gaze, but for some unknown reason, he follows your next order without question nor protest. "Stand up." Grievous rises, towering over you, his hands still bound behind his back, lacking his cape. He finally looks down at you, and for once, Grievous straightens his back, puffing his chest out, as if to remind you of exactly who you're ordering about. There's a high chance that he could overpower you at any second, especially now that he's up on his feet, but Grievous noticed your lack of lightsaber when you entered the room, and it's hard to hold anybody hostage without a weapon pressed to their throat. For now, Grievous continues to have the losing hand, and curiosity has him hooked on where you're taking this. Again, you reach out, and this time you run your fingertips along his chest. You feel him hold his breath, causing him to lightly cough when he finally lets it out. He's nervous, isn't he? And you can also sense eagerness, although you're unsure if his eagerness is to get out of this situation, or dive deeper into it. You begin to wander, slowly pacing around his body, your fingers following as you walk. They move from his cold chest, running along his built shoulders and dipping down his arms, then begin their journey across his wide back. Grievous stands tall, proud, as if he's showcasing the prize that he is - the prize that you were lucky enough to capture. As you come back round to his front, you make eye contact with the cyborg; his eyes are piercing, dominating, with a tint of submission in them, seeing as you're clearly in charge here. He watches as you run your hands up his other arm, meeting his shoulder, and then dip back down his chest. This time, you continue trailing south, and the lower you go, the more Grievous slouches his back, his face eventually pressing on your shoulder. You run your fingertips over the brim of his codpiece, and Grievous hums in admiration, his eyes falling shut. For a cyborg, he's tense, and let's out a desperate whine when you hook your finger over the armour and lightly tug on it, teasing its removal. Grievous moves his head along your shoulder, burying it in the curve of your neck, the thin panel of his cheek pressing against yours. His eyes remain scrunched shut, his breaths long and deep, and you're almost certain that he's attempting to nuzzle you. You tug on his codpiece again, and Grievous speaks up. "Remove it," Grievous orders, humming directly into your ear, attempting to be dominant, but desperation clouds his tone. "I'm the one who gives the orders here, General." Grievous lets out a frustrated whine, and as punishment for his lack of patience, you take your time, running your fingertips around the brim of his codpiece for longer, often dipping your hands down to play with his thighs. Once you're satisfied with how long you've made Grievous wait, you begin unfastening his codpiece, uncertain on what you'll find. The metal armour is cast to the floor, hitting the ground with a clank, exposing something that you'd never expect to see. Grievous moves his head off your shoulder, straightening his back and tugging on his binds. You tut him whilst your eyes remain fixated on that. Grievous picks up on your confusion and questions why you've stopped. "I wasn't expecting that," you explain, reaching out to grasp a hold of Grievous's cock. He hums, and dips his head down to watch as you explore his length. He feels leathery, not quite droid-like, but far from organic, and from the way Grievous is reacting, you know he can feel everything that you're doing to him. "I have made my own personal adjustments to my form, adding things that my Master doesn't need to know about," Grievous explains. "And have you put them to use?" "Not yet."

Grievous continues to hum, but his tone begins to soften out, sounding more like a purr. He attempts to rest his head on your shoulder again, letting out a deep sigh as you stroke his length, and he's stopped as you raise your other hand and gently press it to his face. "On your knees," you order, making direct eye contact. Grievous lets out a frustrated, croaky groan as he allows himself to submit even more, surprisingly to Jedi scum such as yourself. His length slips from your grasp as he moves, and once he's settled on his knees, he peers his head up and watches you, awaiting your next order. "Now lie down." As Grievous moves into position, you reach beneath your tunic and begin taking off your pants, kicking your boots off first and discarding your lower half clothing in a messy pile. Despite Grievous being bound, with his hands trapped between the floor and his back, he's still intimidating. His size doesn't help, towering over you even when his back is arched, and he somehow feels even bigger as you straddle his hips, his cock pressed against your inner thigh. Needless to say, straddling Grievous is somewhat uncomfortable, with an array of rough and sharp edges poking and jabbing you; it takes a while to find a comfortable position, but once you've got it, you raise your hips and begin sliding down onto his length, using your spit to help slick yourself up. From the way Grievous fits, you assume he's designed his length to fit humans, which makes you wonder what he'd have planned if the tables were turned. Grievous lets out a deep, gravelly sigh, his chest slowly rising and falling as you slide down onto him, getting use to the feeling of something man-made inside you. Well, you're no stranger to sex toys, but this is taking things to the next level, isn't it? He's impatient, almost instantly bucking his hips up, urging you to move and knocking the wind from your lungs. Grievous chuckles at your sudden yelp, and you return the favour by slamming down onto him, making his piercing eyes go wide as he comments "bold move." You rest your hands on his chest, the cold metal beneath you sending a shiver down your spine, as if to remind you who and what you're fucking. Regardless, you begin rolling your hips, attempting to find a pace where you're not being jabbed by his cyborg figure. It takes some time, but you find rhythm, and Grievous seems happy too as he rolls his head back against the floor, breathing heavily. Normally, Grievous's breathing is loud, sharp, and metallic. However, this is different, similar to the purr he was doing earlier, but slightly human, as if this sensation is reminding him of his Kaleesh days. His eyes are scrunched shut, his crimson skin seeming brighter than usual, despite the cell being dimly lit. Molten gold eyes soon meet yours again, and you're certain that if he could, he'd be blushing right now. Grievous watches as you ride him, rolling your hips in a way that brushes his cock over your g-spot with every thrust, making your arms shake as you attempt to hold yourself up over his body. You can tell Grievous is enjoying watching you fall apart, slowly struggling to keep your pace up - it's not every day that you get to enjoy such pleasures, so your stamina is low. "Unfasten my binds," Grievous both suggests and orders, and grunts when you frown at him. "Why?" "So I can take over. I see that you're failing to keep a constant pace." "I'm not falling for that," you roll your eyes. Does he really think you're that stupid? "Ughh," Grievous grunts once more. He unexpectedly begins to move, shifting his legs so that his feet are flat on the floor, his knees slightly raised. You only get a brief moment to hold onto his chest again before Grievous begins bucking up into you, merciless and unforgiving, ensuring that your inner thighs are going to be bruised for days, leaving his mark on you. You're not surprised that Grievous has found his own way to take over. Neverless, this means less work and more pleasure for you, so why complain? "Better?" Grievous asks smugly, knowing exactly what your answer is going to be. "Y-yes," you attempt to reply, unable to talk from his quick pace, let alone breathe deeply. "I might keep you," you comment, your eyes peeking open to watch Grievous's reaction. He doesn't reply verbally, letting out a low groan as his eyes fall shut, both refusing to make eye contact with you, and engulfing himself in pleasure. "Would you enjoy that?" you question, prodding at him even more when he fails to reply. "I didn't think the mighty General Grievous would enjoy being degraded all the way down to a Jedi's pet." This time, Grievous does open his eyes, but remains silent, picking up his pace even more in an attempt to silence you. It works, minus your pants and groans; you hope that Clone guards outside can't overhear this, but then again, who are they to judge? You've come across them in more questionable situations than this. Grievous's pace is unbelievably quick; it seems he's not just a hardened war machine. He's wheezing slightly, no doubt from all the effort he's putting in, and it's more than enough to bring your orgasm closer and closer. You're almost screaming when you climax, instantly over-stimulated from his vibrating pace, falling limp against Grievous's cold, metal chest. To your surprise, he slows his pace, soon coming to a halt and chuckling at the state you've wound up in. "Too much?" Grievous complacently comments, making you pout as you raise your head to meet his piercing gaze. "Did you cum?" you question, uncertain if he even has the ability to imitate that. "Not yet." "Shame," you sarcastically shrug, and begin picking yourself up, sliding off Grievous and relying on your bruising, shaky legs to keep you upright. "What?!" Grievous yelps, growling as he watches you dress yourself, stumbling every so often from exhaustion. "You can't just discard me like that!" Grievous states. He continues glaring as you fasten his codpiece back on, forcing yourself to bite back a laugh from the whine Grievous makes when his still-hard cock is completely ignored, trapped behind his armour. "I can, and I will," you grin. "Besides, I can sense that we've reached our destination..."

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slytherinbae88 · 4 years

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Boss | T.H

Pairing: mob!Tom x reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of guns, Tom being an overall dick

Word count: 1k+

Summery: You get to your job interview but it wasn't with who you expected, and you make a new friend along the way.

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“You’re late”

He was here to interview you right now. You thought because of the high crime rate he would have at lease sent an intern to do the interviews today.

“Yes sir, I am so sorry traffic was bad” you replied.

Shit, you forgot the one basic rule Caroline told you about; don’t speak unless told to. And now he was going to do something about that.

“Okay, I’m Tom but you will address me as sir. Take a seat.” Tom said as he motioned his hand towards the chair in front of him.

You weren’t going to lie his stare sent a shiver down your spine. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea. You thought to yourself, oh well, yes you were scared but you weren’t going to show it you weren’t going to chicken out of this one.

“Name?” He broke you out of your trance only to look up to put you in another one. He was wearing a grey suit which was currently unbuttoned at the top and you could see his burgundy t/shirt peeking through the top.

He was trying to be formal but with a twinge of comfort and practicality. Caroline seriously needed to tell you more in-tell before signing you up for a job interv-

“I said, name?!” He repeated and you hadn’t even realised you didn’t answer.

“Y/n,- sir” you replied a little embarrassed to have to make him say it twice. If anything he could pull out a gun and shoot you right here and now.

It was all a little overwhelming if you were honest.

“Okay, let’s get started shall we?” Tom said a little less frustrated after he finally got your name and write something down on his clipboard. You weren’t sure if it was a bad thing or a good thing.

“Yes, sir” you answered swiftly eager to get started with the interview.

“Caroline has told me all about you...” he said drifting off as he finished his sentence. When he saw your face fall he said “ all good things, all good things” you were slightly reassured that your roommate had told him good things about you. Well that’s what you thought at least.

“Right, why do you think you will be a good assistant?” Tom said loud and proud. It was as if he wanted the rest of the building to know he was interviewing you.

Tom on the other hand did not give a shit about who he hired as long as they could get him a croissant and a tea in the morning then plan out his day so that he would know what to do and what day he has off work.

Generally it would be Harrison’s job to interview people but he had been upstairs trying to bargain with James, the arch nemesis of ‘Holland & Osterfield industries’ to stop him from blackmailing all of the new interns on to going and working for him.

James had wanted Tom dead since his dad first handed the company down to him so that he could retire. This meant Tom took over the mob and Harrison took over his dads half of the company.

“ I think I could possibly bring a lot to the table here Mr Holla- sir. I am quiet and observant- by observant I mean I will see if you have say a tea and then remember you like tea not like observant were I eavesdrop or anything like that I will totally respect your privacy Mr Holland sir” now yo we’re just rambling and you were starting to sound a little weak if you were honest with yourself so you just stopped talking.

“ alright I suppose I’ll get back to you as I have something to do and can’t be bothered to be here anymore. I’ll email you or Harrison will goodbye Miss y/l/n” Tom politely excused you from the desk you were sat at.

Texting Caroline to come back to pick you up and she didn’t respond so you decided to start walking home, probably another hook up, you thought as you strolled peacefully down the pathway.

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You were still about a mile away from your campus when you heard a horn honking BEEP BEEP so you looked left to see Harrison in his car.

“Hello, darling Tom told me about your interview” he said with a smirk.

Oh shit he told him about the rambling and how I didn’t address him properly and had to change it. Crap crap crap. You mentally sloped yourself for how it went.

“ he told me you didn’t get in any sort of car on your way out, I’m here to escort you home” he said politely waiting for you to respond.

How did Tom know you weren’t getting in a car, we’re they silently planning on getting Harrison to get you in his car then take you to the woods and kill you? Well you only live once.

“Thank you, for the ride Sir, I honk it might rain and I am really not looking forward to getting soa-“ he interrupted you.

“Don’t call me ‘sir’ makes me feel old Harrison is just fine” he told you heart fully.

“But Mr Holland sa-“ he interrupted you again, damn he sure does like to interrupt people a lot.

“Ohhh, he’s a cold hearted dick. You’ll get used to him so just call me Harrison yeah?”

“Okay Harrison” and with that you offered to buy him a drink or something but his simple response was ‘ oh it’s fine if I wanted a drink darling I would have just bought the shop’ and you both laughed like it was normal for a man in his early twenties to be able to buy a coffee house.

He brought you back to your apartment and to be honest you weren’t ready to go home you having quite the fun with Harrison.

“Well, I guess this is me” you said dissatisfied with having to go.

“I’ll see you Monday y/n, yeah?” Harrison questioned, but you didn’t quite know the answer you didn’t get a chance to read your emails, because Tom said he would email you, so you in were an awkward situation.

“Hum, I’m not sure, Mr Holland hasn’t emailed me yet.” You answered thinking that, that was the appropriate answer.

“I don’t think you understand, he doesn’t hire, I do and I think you would be a great addition to our team.” He told you. A little dumbfounded you had no idea how to not be excited.

“Uh, thank you! I-I mean thanks that’s amazing thank you Mr Oste- Harrison.” You replied still remembering that you were on a first name basis with him.

“Okay y/n I’ll ask again, I’ll see you Monday yeah?” He asked the same question as he did before.

“Yes, Harrison I will see you Monday” you said as you exited his car and got into you apartment building, going to the elevator. You got to your floor, opening the door and slumping down on your sofa.

This is going to be a rollercoaster.

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#peter parker #tom holland #tom holland x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker x you #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland x you #series #boss

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cycat-carisi · 3 years

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Kissing prompts 7 and 19 for Sonny!

Sorry this took so long! I had the idea jotted down almost as soon as you sent this in. Just took me a while to properly write it out. These were such cute prompts ^.^

7. Routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing.

19. Kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing.

"You're up early forra Saturday mornin'," says a still-groggy Sonny as he emerges from your bedroom.

"Mmhmm," you reply, focus solely tuned to your laptop.

He pads over and presses a kiss to your temple. "Your presentation?"

"Yeah," you confirm. "Got it done last night but wanna finalize the revisions."

Sonny picks up your empty yogurt bowl and takes it to the sink, rinsing it out. "Ya want anythin' else for breakie, doll?"

You can hear him rummaging in the fridge. "No thanks, babe."

"’Kay. Holla if ya need somethin'."

The morning goes by fast and you're vaguely aware of Sonny puttering around the apartment. The only things that break you from your work-enduced trance are the little kisses Sonny attempts to distract you with.

The first comes after he's eaten. He creeps up behind you and softly kisses your cheek. The next happens when the final dish has been dried and put away, and Sonny nuzzles his nose beside your ear, kissing along your jaw. The third follows the sound of the washer starting, only for Sonny to be hovering over your shoulder, delicately threading your hair to the side so he can kiss your neck. Then finally, the clicking off of the dryer had him draping one of his warm sweaters around your shoulders and peppering soft smooches to the corner of your mouth.

At first you would lean in affectionately to the kisses, but after a while, you simply need to tell him off. "Sonny, I love you, too, but I need to get this done!"

He raises his hands in mock surrender. "A'right, a'right." He's not upset, in fact he was in that exact same frame of mind when he was studying for the bar. "I'll head to the office ta catch up on some paper work 'n maybe by that time you'll be done 'n we can relax togetha."

You smile at him and he back to you before he wisks himself off to get ready.

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"Bye, doll." You tilt your cheek towards him and Sonny kisses an ‘I love you’ onto your skin.

"Bye, babe. Love you, too." you reply, hearing your husband head for the door.

You don't know how much time has passed, only that you need this presentation to be perfect. So, it startles you when Sonny walks in and exclaims, "Are ya still at it?" His tone washes over with concern. "Doll, I was gone for five 'owahs!" He moves to the table where you're seated and haphazardly picks up the empty granola bar wrappers. "This all you've eaten?"

You guiltily keep your eyes glued to your screen. "I want this to be perfect," you reiterate.

"Ya already said you were done 'n you've been reviewin' since before the sun came up. Time ta take a break. The presentation is in anotha four days so ya can look at it with fresh eyes latah." Sonny is not taking ‘no’ for an answer. He places two warm hands on your shoulders and gently works at your muscles with his thumbs. He bows his head and resumes the kisses from earlier. This time they're more urgent, trailing from behind your ear and down your neck. "Press ‘save’ and ‘close’, doll," his whispers tickle along your skin.

Admitting defeat, you do as told before shutting your eyes and sighing at the feel of Sonny's lips resuming their actions.

"Much better," he trills. "Now, lemme warm up dinner while you go put your feet up forra bit."

Finally, for what seems like the first time today, you look into Sonny's eyes. Their blue swirls reflect only love. "What did I do to deserve you?" you question affectionately.

"Yeah, ya lucked out pretty good, huh?" A grin turns up the corners of his mouth before he stifles your groan with a swift kiss to the lips.

Tag list? @barbasbodaciousbeard @teamsladsandgents @adarafaelbarba @caracalwithchips @averyhotchner

#kiss prompts #Sonny Carisi x reader #Headcanon #Sonny HCs #answered #impossibleblizzardstudentposts #Sonny Carisi

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hihellogoodbyebruh · 4 years

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Is She the Reason?

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black!Reader

Summary: Angel has been distant lately and Y/N discovers the reason why.

Warning(s): Foul language, angst, cheating :(

Word count: 1,831

Author’s Note: I’ve been in a sad mood so this kind of came out of that. Plus of course the Destiny’s Child song of the same title was inspiration. There is kind of a prequel in my docs that may get posted in the future. We shall see. Also the text in the gif isn’t relevant, I just needed sad Angel. Questions, comments, and concerns are always welcome. My inbox is open. Enjoy!

Part 2

The MC was dealing with a very busy couple of weeks. With the Galindos now working with Rebels, the Mayans were needed to help facilitate the relationship incognito. Angel had a position now so his responsibilities were even greater and you’d seen him less and less. He used to call and text frequently, but you stopped receiving those all the time as well. Something felt wrong, but you chalked it up to him just being busy. You missed just being in his arms and seeing that annoyingly sexy smile on his face. You knew the guys were running day in and day out so you wanted to do something for them. With the help of Chucky, you organized a special dinner for everyone. You knew it could get interrupted with urgent club news, but you had to try.

With meat provided by Pops and sides prepared by you, the boys practically had a feast laid out in the middle of the clubhouse. You had come to really care about all members of the club. Your father was a retired police captain who always had a soft spot for the club. He was actually friends with Bishop and Marcus. You’d known them all your life. Of course EZ, Coco, and Gilly had a special place in your heart because of their closeness to Angel. They became like brothers to you quickly. EZ was the baby brother with the gentle soul, Coco was the wild one, and Gilly was just so damn lovable. They were the perfect balances for Angel and you were so happy he had them in his life.

As you finished making sure everything was laid out to perfection, you heard the rumblings of engines outside.

“They’re here!” Chucky excitedly declared and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes I can hear that Chucky. Start opening some beers up, yeah?” You suggested and he nodded his head as he followed instructions. You had just made your way from behind the bar when the doors opened.

“Something smells good as fuck in here. No way Chucky cooked.” Bishop stated as he walked in with Taza and Loza behind him.

“Absolutely not. I love y’all too much for that. I figured you busy men deserved a nice home cooked meal. Dig in, Jefe.” You announced, smiling at them. Obispo was like a second father to you. Your father and him had developed a highly unlikely friendship that was still strong after all these years. They played cards every week.

“Gracias, chica.” Bishop replied, placing a paternal kiss on the side of your head before walking towards where Chucky had beers lined out.

You were greeted and hugged by the rest of the gang, with Coco and Gilly pulling up the rear.

“You cooked, Y/N? Please tell me you made mac and cheese.” Coco asked, with the closest thing to a pout on his face that you’d ever see.

“Nope. Not this time.” You lied, just to see his and Gilly’s faces dropped. It was so funny.

“I’m just playing. Of course I-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence because Gilly and Coco were racing each other to get to the pan first.

“Y’all better share!” You yelled after them, laughing and shaking your head before heading towards the door. Angel hadn’t been inside yet so you figured he was outside talking to EZ. You had on your favorite pair of jeans that hugged your ass just how he liked it and you had recently taken down your braids to let your natural hair breathe. You had a fresh twist out and you knew your tight curls bouncy and shining in the sunlight.

As you stepped outside, you spotted Angel immediately. He was leaning against the side of the opened van door speaking with a woman sitting down on the van’s floor. You tried not to let yourself be the jealous type. Angel was a very attractive man that often had girls trying to holla at him. He never seemed to entertain them. Nah, it wasn’t the fact that he was talking to a woman that bothered you. It’s the way he was talking to her.

He was completely engrossed by her. You could only see his profile but you recognized the softness in his face. It’s the same look he would give to you. The look that had you feeling like you were the center of his universe. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched the genuine smile that spread across his face as he became amused at something the woman said. You watched his hand run up her forearm and give it a gentle squeeze. There was nothing overtly sexual happening, but the intimacy of it all broke your heart.

The woman wasn’t someone familiar to you. At first. But then you spotted the unique tattoo on her neck. You had heard that tattoo described before. Adelita. The rebel leader. She was beautiful. There was a quiet power to her that almost pulled you in. All of the dots began connecting in your head. All those times he mentioned Adelita and how smart she was, how brave she was, what a badass she was. You thought it was just respect, but now you see it’s more than that. Something was going on between them.

Noise caught your attention and from your peripheral you spotted EZ coming out from his RV. You watched him assess the situation in seconds flat. You turned your head to make eye contact with him and the sad smile on his face, the apology written clear as day there, took your breath away. You felt a tear slide down your face and you turned around to quickly wipe it away.

When you turned back around, EZ had walked over and broken up the conversation. Angel finally turned around and saw you there. You could have swore you saw a quick flash of guilt cross his face before he walked over to you.

“Hey querida.” He kissed your forehead and pulled you into a hug.

Even with your confusion, heartbreak, and anger you couldn’t help completely folding into the hug. Your arms wrapped tightly around his waist and you found yourself inhaling his scent. “Hi.” You breathed out as you finally pulled back from the hug.

“Hey Y/N/N, what are you doing here?” EZ asked, giving you a one armed squeeze.

“I cooked dinner for y’all. There’s plenty inside. Even for your friend here.” You mentioned, with a nod in the woman’s direction. “Except maybe the mac and cheese if someone didn’t stop Coco and Gilly from being hogs.”

“Gracias,” Adelita told you before walking inside the clubhouse with EZ. You watched as Angel watched her for a second before dragging his eyes back to you. There was a silence between y’all before you broke it.

“Is she the reason?” You quietly asked Angel.

“What?”

You scrubbed your hands over your face, trying to hold yourself together. “Is she the reason? The reason you don’t call like you used to? Come around my place like you used to? Or put it on me hard like you used to do?”

“Y/N, it’s not like that.”

“I didn’t ask what it’s like. I asked if she’s the reason that my calls didn't reach you? The deepest of my love couldn’t please you? Tell me the truth right fucking now. I deserve to know.”

There was another silence between y’all as you just stared in his eyes. You were begging, practically pleading with him to tell you that you were wrong. You were putting too much on nothing. That there was no one else… “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” Angel sighed, and you felt your heart drop into your stomach

“No..no, no, NO fucking dammit Angel!” You shoved him hard, your heartbreak manifesting as anger. “You promised me…”

He stumbled back a little at your push. “I’m so sorry Y/N. We were just working together, but something about her I-”

You cut him off with an angry hiss, “Shut up!” You didn’t want to hear all the things he found so wonderful about her. They didn’t matter. You just started pacing back and forth in front of him. You guys were lucky the yard was closed today and that EZ probably told everyone to stay inside and give y’all space. But honestly, you didn’t even care if you made a scene right now.

“You told me that before you stepped, you’d let me know. You promised you’d tell me if anything changed. You promised to be honest. You promised not to embarrass me. You promised, Angel, you promised…” Your voice broke as the full realization hit you. He’d been carrying out this affair for however long and he didn’t have the decency to tell you. You’ve been worried about him this whole time, but he’s been having himself a great time. You couldn’t stop the tears that flowed.

His eyes closed in guilt and sadness as you started to cry. He never wanted to hurt you. He just got into a situation that spiraled out of control. “Lo siento mucho cariño.”

You just shook your head, unable to believe his words. Unable to believe what was happening. “Before you let me see you with her, you could have told me a change was gonna come. Told me something, anything...but no. How could you let it go this far if you had doubts that I wasn’t the one?”

“I didn’t have any doubts. It didn’t happen like that. I love you, but I just….I can’t explain it.”

“Love? You love me?” You repeated, your voice hoarse and breaking with the word. This wasn’t love. Love should never have so much confusion. Your mind was spinning and you needed to leave. Immediately. “I can’t do this.” You try to walk away but he grabs you.

“Y/N wait, please…” He pleaded, taking your hand and that physical contact caused you to snap.

“GET OFF ME!” You yelled at him, snatching your hand back. All thoughts of not making a scene left your mind. You were reacting from pure hurt. Your scream brought out the men from the clubhouse. “And don’t ever touch me again. We’re done, Angel. We’re so fucking over. You need to get your shit together, but I’m not gonna wait around until you do.”

And then you were rushing to your car and speeding out of the scrap yard. Angel tried his best to keep himself together even as he felt like his heart was beat out of his chest. He wanted to race after you but all he could do was watch you go. He felt someone step up beside him.

“I thought I told you not to be stupid, Angel.” Bishop told him, eyes still on the road your car sped down. He was pissed.

“Bish, I-” Angel started, but was interrupted by Bishop’s fist meeting his mouth. He fell to the ground, wiping at his busted lip.

“Just stay away from her.”

#angel reyes #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes x black!reader #hhgbyebruh fics #is she the reason

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trckstrgod · 3 years

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NO ONE CALLS YOU HONEY WHEN YOU’RE SITTING ON A THRONE.

𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 ! ! !

yes indeedy school is OUT and I can finally return to tumblr whilst going about starting up my freelance. things have been pretty crazy since the pandemic hit ( ya girl quarantined & got the vaccine holla ) and I spent the time pretty immersed in classwork. I hope all of you have managed to stay safe and healthy so far ! loki muse has been building during my time away and I can’t wait to get things rolling again.

𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 is still going to be slightly limited while I ease back into writing and also balance work life. I’ll be queueing replies to make sure I don’t get overwhelmed. despite this, I’m going to be accepting new threads with anyone ( mutuals ) who’s interested since now I have time portioned out to write consecutively. I want ALL the interactions pls. another note: I want to try and be more sociable this time around so don’t be scared to give me a shout.

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 now that i’ve gotten a degree I’m going to be more open to freelance work. I’ll be developing an online portfolio so people can see some of my work, but if anyone wants any theme art / photo editing / manips / icons / layouts / etc, let me know and we can work it out. I won’t be making any official freelance blog or anything, I’ve just added a page to my current blog.

𝐋𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 obviously the loki series has been revealed during the time I’ve been gone so I want to put my thoughts out there. to be transparent: I’ve lost interest in the marvel timeline after ragnarok came out. I’m not completely certain that I’ll even be watching the series, but even if I do I don’t think I’ll be recognizing any canon from it. the basis of loki showing up throughout history is something my canon loki is capable of accomplishing. so if any threads are wanted with this kind of plot I’m completely fine with that !!! just know that the marvel timeline / organization / avengers aspect won’t be a part of any similar threads. ( this is subject to change but I’m not sure that it will. )

𝐔𝐏𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 first and foremost there is 100% a starter call on the way. I need to start some fresh threads and get my muse in full swing again. I’m also likely going to make a reminder post for people who have yet to reply to older threads ( because I noticed I only have 2 / 25 threads waiting for my reply ) just so I can make sure I’m not saving dropped threads. finally, keep an eye on my verses page as I’ll be adding and editing some of them.

❛ ❛ thank you to all who sent good vibes and kind words during my time away. college was stressful and exhausting but I’m happy to return to the community once again. SKÅL ! ! ❜ ❜ SHLEBS.

#ooc | ♔ | into the last good fight ill ever know.#( HELLO )#( IM BACK )#( SO GLAD TO BE DONE WITH CLASSES )

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choices-love-affair · 4 years

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Fever Pitch - Part 1.

Eek! So I’m back! This WIP has been sitting in my files for so long and I finally found the groove to finish and post it! I hope you guys enjoy it!

I anticipate this to be a two-part story, set between the ethics hearing and Ethan returning from the Amazon, it’s your much-loved angst fest that we all know I love writing!

Shoutout to the absolute wonderful @drethanramslay, who helped me get this over the line with her contributions, I’d so lost without you and everyone else who is always so wonderful and supportive.

(also, if you want to be taken off my taglist, just holla)

Anyway! Please be kind (heh) and I hope you enjoy!

WARNING! One swear word, plenty of angst.

This is a Ethan x F!MC story (Lorelei Stannaway).

The scuffing of Lorelei’s slippers bounced off the walls of the eerily quiet hallways of Edenbrook; at 2am, the graveyard shift had well and truly taken a hold of the otherwise bustling precinct. The nurses had dimmed the hallway lights and quietened the machines in an attempt to keep their patients asleep, the on-call doctors all retired to their offices, many closed doors accompanied with the glow of light illuminating the bottoms of them as she walked past.

Whilst the hospital was quiet at this time of night Lorelei’s mind was racing, and her dilemma so loud inside her head, it was almost debilitating. Before she realised, she was face first with the office door labelled: Dr Ethan Ramsey, and after taking a steadying breath of air, she entered the room. She glanced up to see Ethan with his back to her, leant over his desk taking a phone call, yet her vision quickly blurred his form out, as she noticed the bookcase behind his desk, usually filled with journals, accolades and framed certificates was now bare, the grained wood now a stark and confronting brown that took her very much by surprise.

“Wow…okay. You sure don’t waste anytime” Lorelei scoffed, the words sounding much more immature than she had initially anticipated, spilling from her mouth before she could even register that it had happened. She couldn’t back down now, she had initiated the battle and she was determined not to lose it.

Ethan sighed loudly, “Naveen, can I call you back? … Yes, I know. I already know. Naveen! I get it. I will. Why you’re even here at the hospital when you should be home resting is beyond me, go home.” He chastised the older man before ending the phone call and glancing across defeatedly at the woman before him.

“Really, Lorelei? We’re still here?” he bit back “please don’t make this any harder than it needs to be, Rori. They need me, I want to be there and help. Surely you can understand that?” he reasoned, turning his back on her once more to continue packing, a silent indication that it was no longer up for discussion.

Lorelei’s blood boiled at his silent gesture.

“Ethan…” her voice was calm, controlled and laced with promised absolute as she stared at the back of his head, although her eyes resembled that of a tumultuous storm, her heart was racing and her breathing erratic – she was petrified of what could possibly eventuate tonight. Lorelei knew she had his undivided attention now; she could tell by the increased heaving of Ethan’s shoulders with each breath he took that he was waiting for what was about to follow.

“Ethan, if you leave here and get on that plane. If you leave this country, this hospital… Ethan, in a time that I really need you the most, if you leave me…” she paused, preparing herself to say the next words and willing herself strong enough to follow through on them “I won’t be here when you get back”.

That was it, her last-ditch effort to persuade him to stay. She was out of options and yet felt so very ashamed of how disreputable she had become through sheer desperation. She knew her attempts were feeble however, nor did they serve any purpose, for Ethan had checked out long before she could have convinced him otherwise, and that was what destroyed her the most.

Ethan visibly bristled as he registered her words, and slowly, he could feel himself becoming indignant at her ultimatum. He stood and weighed the reality of her words with his back to her for what felt like a lifetime before he eventually spoke, his voice barely above a whisper “you don’t mean that… “ he replied, though he was doubtful, and he knew the waver in his voice betrayed him.

“Then why are you so eager to test its credibility?” she whispered back, too afraid to speak louder in fear of her voice breaking, tears threatened at her eyes, warm and prickly, as she tried to blink them back. Instead they cascaded down her cheeks in silence as she wiped angrily at her face.

Ethan leant heavily against his desk and hung his head, as though it was the only thing capable of withstanding the weight currently crushing him “what do you want me to say?” he sighed exasperatedly “that I’m sorry? That it isn’t beneficial for my career and I should just stay in order to keep you happy? Lorelei, this isn’t going to be some happy ending for us, I’ve already told you how I feel…” he broke off, carefully measuring the next words in his mind, acutely aware of the damage they will do, but knowing that they’re very much mutual “…you’re getting too attached. If I don’t leave now, Lorelei, you’ll only suffer, longing for something I’ll never be able to give you. At the end of the day, I’m doing this for you.”

“I’m sorry what?!” Lorelei raised her voice incredulously, her eyebrow cocked as she felt the confusion and anger bubble in the pit of her stomach, seeping into every crevice of her being and consuming her, removing all rational thought from her mind “Jesus Christ, Ethan! Could you be a man and at least turn around and look me in the eyes if you’re going to break my heart?!”.

Ethan’s fear got the better of him as he exploded at her provoking and accusatory tone, implying that breaking her heart was his main priority, without realising, his sub conscious projected him into panic mode as he became reactive and emotional “I said I’m doing this for you!!” his voice quickly reaching the same volume as hers as he whipped his body around to look at her, his eyes glowed with a burning intensity, a silent warning for her to back down.

“Oh for fuck sake, E! That’s bullshit and you know it!” she rebutted, fresh hot tears spilling down her face yet her voice not betraying her this time “you don’t get to make those decisions for me!”

“I am not doing this right no-“

“Then when, Ethan? In six hours when you’re on the way to the airport? In nine when you’re on the plane? When will we do this because I don’t know about you, but I don’t think there’s much time left to do anything!”

Ethan looked at her in desperation, eyes filled with so much pain and angst, his ocean blues were now stormy greys, as he pushed himself off the desk and toward the door.

Desperation reaching fever pitch as she followed him out the doors and into the hallway “Ethan! Where are you going?!” her legs struggling to keep up with his strides as she followed him to the elevators, he stared forward, not once wavering or hazarding a glance at her in fear of his resolve crumbling.

The loud ping of the elevator doors opening reverberated throughout the otherwise silent hallway, Ethan stepped inside and turned around, not quite managing to meet her eyes “please… don’t follow me. It isn’t forever, Rori. I’ll be back soon and by the time that happens, you would have gotten over your ridiculous crush and we can both move on and do our jobs” his heart shattering as the words left his mouth, as he finally looked up and locked eyes with her as she stood there, bewildered, speechless and rooted to the ground. A sob choked in the back of her throat as she noticed the tears welling in Ethan’s eyes, reflecting her own.

“stay” she quietly pleaded “because if you don’t, I won’t. If you leave, I can assure you I won’t be here when you get back.” her final warning hung heavy in the air between them as Ethan assessed her face for any sign of relent.

“You’re being unreasonable”.

“the feeling is mutual”.

The pair stood either side of the elevator doors, not once breaking eye contact as they each waited for the other to surrender, yet neither having any intention of doing so. As the doors slid shut on Ethan’s broken-hearted face and carried him away, Lorelei was left staring at the harsh metal, a stark reminder of the metaphorical wall that Ethan had so meticulously placed between them, and continued to leave up.

She stayed rooted to the spot, bowing her head as the warm tears began falling hard and fast down her face again, and the sob she had been keeping in finally escaped.

“Lorelei…” a warm, gentle voice cooed down the hallway, as she turned to see Naveen approaching her “my sweet girl, come. Let’s go sit down” he shushed as he collected her in his arms and rubbed her shoulder empathetically “it isn’t forever” he reassured.

“he just... he just left Naveen? What if he never comes back? What if he stays there and we never see him again?” she spoke aloud, her mind racing.

“He’ll be back, Dear. If I’m positive of nothing else, it’s that he won’t be able to stay away for too long, not from you anyway” he smiled a warm and knowing smile at the young doctor, as he gently led her back towards his office.

Taglist: @ethandaddyramsey @trappedinfandoms @openheart12 @mvalentine @beloved-ode @kaavyaethanramsey @newcolonies @missmiimiie @nooruleman @drethanramslay @agent-breakdance @angela8756 @utterlyinevitable @maurine07 @professorkingslay

#ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #OpenHeart

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cursebreaker-lilith · 4 years

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ooooh i havent been on tumblr in almost a week but by chance i saw a reply to @kyril-hphm 's flip challenge and it got my poor creation-blocked brain thinking for the first time in like 5ever

basically, flipped!lili ends up how she is because instead of her mom being awful and neglectful shes now awful and controlling. she couldn't control jacob in the end, so now shes taking that out on lilith (not lili because carina brooks does not approve of nicknames)

(also finally managed to figure out a reason for lili not being in slytherin holla. seriously i haven't been able to find a good reason until now to find a way to put her in any of the other houses)

some hc's

she's in ravenclaw because thats carina's house. jacobs still in slytherin so its another way she made lilith reject her brother

speaking of, lili adored jacob but lilith has been conditioned to hate him for ruining their family (which lili instead blames dumbledore for) and the subsequent abuse from mum lilith has to put up with (verbal, emotional, and physical bc carina brooks sucks)

lili was very into muggle fashion and ignores the dress code (fun fact her outfit was inspired by the anime trope of female delinquents wearing long skirts lol) while lilith adheres to it strictly. part of it is not wanting any letter sent to her mum, the other half is that idea of pureblood respectability drilled into her head by her mum and grandma

lili's main traits are her anger and independence. lilith has basically been fed a mantra of conceal dont feel for years and has a very hard time processing her emotions as a result and comes across as very emotionless. she's also fairly timid

i think one trait they have in commom is seeming very friendly, and having a lot of acquaintances because of that, while still maintaining a large emotional distance from most people. both also make friends based on who can possibly help them in the future

however, lili does have a lot of people she considers genuine friends who eventually become her family (rowan, penny, weasleys, etc) while lilith just cant form those emotional bonds. she pretends to be close but she really cant bring herself to care about them.

so lili is blunt and mean at times but she's not hiding anything. while lilith pretty easily manipulates people while seeming very kind

this got very long. tbh this au is too sad even for me and once i figure out who manages to worm their way into liliths heart and give her the hugs and love she deserves it will be happier because omygosh she needs it.

#hphm #hphm mc #hphm flipped au #lili brooks #art be mine #i didnt even get halfway into thinking about this au before i started thinking up ways to fix it lol

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liechotomy · 3 years

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// Holla, so clinicals have ended for the semester, so I’ve been taking time to severely procrastinate on my finals, then take them at weird hours and do disappointingly in two out of three of them, LOL. Now that that’s over, I get a single week before going HAM into clinicals and school again for summer semester, oof. Unfortunately, I’ve also been going through a weird streak of fixation and distraction this week. Could be due to not going outside at all or not practicing self-care or staying up and sleeping for/at entirely inscrutable hours. Chicken or the egg scenario, who knows what causes these spells. I’m not depressed atm; I’m just dysfunctional, haha.

All that to say I do rather regret not being as prolific or prompt with my RP replies, because I have quite a few threads/potentials that I am enjoying; thank you all for RPing them with me! And I do plan on eventually replying to the majority of them; I just thought I’d let everybody know I’m in a weird place of activity at the moment.

Also...I’m...in a pocket of hyper-fixation on the King of Despair after watching the first season of Blood Blockade Battlefront. Like. Part of me wants him as a muse, because headcanoning his lore sounds REALLY fun, but also I’ve got enough RP blogs I’m neglecting, and I haven’t even taken a single peek at how present/active/healthy the BBB tumblr RPC is, so. I’m probably just gonna obsess privately over Despair boy for a lil’ bit.

J-just look at this beautiful being tho:

#news #personal #OOC #imagine making a DR AU for this guy--but IDK how that would even work since he's...#got some p important attributes that aren't a part of DR universe lore; not to spoil anything LOL

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irrelevantwriter · 5 years

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By The Light Of The Moon

Pairing: Negan x Witch!Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

Warnings: Language, mutual masturbation, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, Negan getting seriously mind fucked, spooky tings (bc its Halloween and I’m in the spirit)

Word Count: 6.5K

Summary: Negan takes notice of a beautiful stranger at The Sanctuary. You’re willing to offer a lot more than he signed up for.

A/N: So, because I can’t possibly help myself, I’ve decided to do a take on the Hopper x Witch fic I did and do one for my OG Daddy Negan. This one is A LOT more in depth and long AF, but so worth it. This idea was perfect for Negan and I can’t wait to see what you guys think! Enjoy and share with your friends!

P.S.

Requests are still coming! This def got me in the headspace for Negan again. Be on the lookout. And if you’d liked to be tagged in any of my stories, holla at your girl.

*Masterlist in bio.

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Negan swung Lucille at his side, deciding to bring her along on his trek through The Sanctuary’s marketplace. The air was crisp and smelled of pumpkin and apple spices. According to his timekeepers, it was the night before Halloween. And The Sanctuary was in full spirit.

Baked goods permeated the air while children rushed to put a costume together. Negan couldn’t help the smile that fell on his lips at the sights and smells. It felt good to be festive and he’d decided to stroll through his kingdom to take in all it had to offer.

Of course he did have an ulterior motive for such a visit. He was Negan after all. He never did anything without a reason. And his stroll had a purpose.

As if seemingly overnight, the whole place had become enchanted with a woman selling homemade goods in the market. She apparently made soaps, candles, and oil remedies, among other things. And they seemed to work, at least by the accounts of his people. It sounded like hippie shit to him. But even Simon had brought her up, talking nonstop about the fucking lotion she made him for his sore shoulder. The man seemed hypnotized...everyone did. And Negan came to find out just exactly what all the fuss was about.

People dropped to their knees as he moved through the crowd, but he waved them off. He was here on pleasure, not business. His dark eyes found a booth in the corner with a crowd surrounding it, the person in charge not visible through the shoppers. Negan made his way over, sure this was where he was headed.

A hushed silence filled the air as he strode up, effectively making his way to the front of the line. He smiled when his eyes caught the beauty behind the table. He understood why so many people were taken with you. You were stunning.

He bit his lip, his toothy grin on full display as he took you in. Beyond your obvious attractiveness, there was a magnetic pull, something he couldn’t quite explain. It was mystic and not solid, like a fog. And he could feel it calling to him.

“Well, what do we have here?” He bellowed, making the people nearby pause. He found he didn’t care to have an audience so he dismissed them, insinuating the booth was closed to everyone except him.

He observed you, trying to read your expressions. You didn’t seem at all perturbed by his actions. In fact, you seemed somewhat amused. A smile turned one corner of your lips and he found himself mirroring the gesture.

“So you’re the one who everyone’s been going on about?” He gestured with his free hand to your surroundings, appearing as if he was unimpressed by your reputation.

Truth was...he was intrigued. And mildly suspicious. Not much got by him at The Sanctuary, if anything. The fact that you’d gone under the radar and passed his keen eye peaked his interest.

“Guess so.” You replied simply, face still unmoving.

He grunted, a little disappointed at your lack of response.

He’d be the first to say what an arrogant, self-righteous asshole he was. Leading a community had made him a hardened man. People respected him. They feared him. And women were enamored with him. They practically threw themselves at his feet. Your blasé attitude made him falter. Yet he found himself inexplicably drawn to you...to your energy. Whatever the fuck that meant.

He picked up a bottle filled with thick ivory cream. The handwritten label said it was body lotion with hints of lavender and vanilla. He wasn’t usually into the fresh scents of body washes and lotions, but he had to admit that the shit smelled amazing.

“Your products are all the rage around here, doll.” He perused your table, picking up a random item here and there to scent. His fingers stopped on a drawstring bag with herbs, the label identifying it as a sleep aide.

“A lot of people feel that they work. Helps them get through the days a little easier.” You explained, following him down the table.

Negan nodded, lifting a lavender candle to his nose. The fucking thing smelled heavenly. “So I’ve heard.”

“You should take some.” You offered, gesturing to the bag of herbs he’d been eyeing moments before.

“For sleep? Why would I need that?” He questioned, almost offended you assumed he didn’t get quality rest.

“It’s the most popular. Not many of us get a good night’s rest these days. I imagine leading this place makes it difficult to fully relax.” You picked up the bag and held it out to him, a pleasant smile still present on your lips.

Negan studied you long and hard, uncaring if he made you uncomfortable. He didn’t appear to though. You stood facing him head on, eyes catching his in a captivating stare off.

“How long have you been here? At The Sanctuary.” He watched as you finally let your hand fall, giving up on passing the herbs to him.

“A couple of months.”

“Who brought you in?” He pressed, eyebrow arched and jaw clenched in an intimidating fashion.

“I don’t remember.”

Negan shook his head and pursed his lips, unhappy with your answer. “Sounds a little suspicious to me.”

He waited a beat to see if you’d react. You didn’t.

“What’s your name, doll?”

“Doll is fine.”

He chuckled, amused by your answer. “You’d be the first to say so.”

He sighed and straightened his back, standing to his full height. He could tell that there was something different about you, something enigmatic. He hadn’t figured out if it was good or bad. He felt the need to push you for answers, to learn every detail of your life, both past and present. But he could also feel a nagging in the back of his head, a nagging that was urging him to let it go.

He decided he would. For now. At least until he could fuck you. Which he planned to do soon.

“I’ll take the herbs and a candle, doll.”

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Negan awoke with a start. His body was prickled with sweat, his limbs feeling like lead weights. He reached on his nightstand for his watch, taking note of the still black night outside his windows.

12:00 am.

It was Halloween.

And he’d only been asleep for a few hours.

He searched his memory, trying to piece together his evening. His mind felt oddly foggy and he had to concentrate hard on remembering.

He’d made it to his room after fucking Tanya’s red-headed brains out and then ate his dinner. Then, he’d gone over some notes with Simon for the meeting the next day and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He’d remembered the bag of herbs he’d bought from you and decided to give them a try. He’d followed your instructions and mixed them into a warm mug of water, making sure the liquid went from clear to a light yellow. He found that detail odd, but you’d assured him it was normal.

He drank it. The mixture had a surprisingly pleasant taste. And then he’d apparently passed out because his memory stopped there.

His mouth felt dry and he fumbled for a bottle of water he kept nearby. He drained its contents, wayward drops of water landing on his bare chest instead.

He wiped his mouth and the sweat from his brow, scanning his bedroom for the thing that woke him. Everything appeared to be in order. He stopped and listened, waiting to hear a noise or two. Nothing. All was quiet.

He was overcome with the sudden compulsion to seek you out. It startled him how much he wanted to do so. And while he knew the hour was late and he had no real reason for doing so, he did it anyway.

Negan walked the silent halls of The Sanctuary, somehow knowing exactly where to find you. He moved quickly, the urge to see your face now a desperate craving. Everyone was asleep. Not a soul was up or moving about. That fact was odd. The factory always stayed alive with some sort of activity, even in the dead of night.

That wasn’t the case tonight.

He made it to your closed door in minutes, the light coming from beneath signaling that you were still awake. His heart was hammering in his chest, his body suddenly having a strong reaction to your proximity. He felt off. He’d felt off since he woke up, but he couldn’t figure out what exactly was wrong. All he knew was that he had to see you.

He knocked softly, listening for movement beyond the wooden barrier. He heard a shuffle of feet and then the knob turned. Your figure was illuminated by the light at your back as you opened the door. A wave of lavender and rose scent hit him, instantly putting him in a state of relaxation. He hungrily took in your appearance. A white nightgown that stopped just above your knees adorned your frame. It was a thin cotton material, the fabric nearly see through. It was a mesmerizing sight.

“Hi, I uh…” He found himself at a loss for words. A true first. “I’m sorry to bother you so late, doll.” He scratched at the back of his neck, attempting to focus on your face and not your seemingly impeccable pair of tits.

“It’s okay.” You said softly, smiling up at him as you spoke.

You suddenly stepped away from the doorway and out of Negan’s line of vision. He stood there dumbfounded for a moment before you returned, only this time you had a long black knit cardigan on and flats on your feet. You made a move to step into the hallway with him and he backed up quickly to allow you to do so.

“What’re you doing?” He asked as you turned back to face him.

“Taking you somewhere.” You reached for his hand, pulling him with you down the hallway. Negan followed, though he was unaware of why he was doing so.

“Where? It’s the middle of the goddamn night.” He questioned, taking notice of how you moved with such ease through the maze of halls.

“Somewhere special.” You threw over your shoulder as you led him outside into the chilly October evening.

The sky was black, probably the blackest Negan had ever seen it. But the moon was full and it was illuminating everything. It cast a ghostly glow on the factory and the surrounding woods. A breeze swept through the trees, the remaining leaves falling off their limbs almost instantly. The night was soundless, just like The Sanctuary. It was unusual. Not even the low, decaying groans of the dead could be heard.

“Where’s my fucking guards?” He asked you, somehow knowing you would know the answer. He gestured to the lookout posts atop the fences, the empty spaces making him pause. You pulled against his hand, your flesh suddenly heating him from the inside out.

“Don’t worry. It’ll all be fine.” You soothed.

It worked. And he was back to following you beyond the fences.

The woods were dense and difficult to navigate, but you maneuvered through them like you’d been doing it for years. He let you lead him. His body and mind followed you, trusted you. He realized how bizarre and extremely out of character his behavior was, but he couldn’t put a stop to it. Nor did he want to.

The cabin was nestled deep into the woods, but close enough to The Sanctuary that Negan wondered how he’d missed it. It had clearly been here for some time, but appeared to still be kept up by someone. There was a soft glow of light from a window, a billow of smoke rising into the night from the chimney. It was both a welcoming and ominous sight.

They hadn’t encountered any of the dead throughout their journey. He hadn’t even heard an animal rustle in the trees. It was if they were they only two people alive. He found he didn’t mind that fact. It was obvious he was willing to follow you anywhere.

You opened the door of the cabin and ushered him inside. The intoxicating scents of lavender filled his nostrils, the sensation making his eyes roll into the back of his head. He suddenly felt buzzed, as if he’d downed several shots of whiskey. His senses felt dulled and heightened all at the same time. He was entranced by you, by this place.

Orange flames burned in the fireplace, illuminating the space. An old table with two chairs sat near a makeshift kitchen, herbs and flowers hanging from the window to dry out. A small sofa and a chair made up the living room next to the fire. A bookcase held rows and rows of thick, leather-bound books. The titles were too small for Negan to see from his spot near the door, but he could tell the spines were worn with time.

His attention was diverted to the back corner where a large bed sat. It was adorned in black sheets and a dark purple blanket. Black lace hung from the four-poster railings, surrounding the bed in a veil of darkness. Candles littered the surfaces of two nightstands, the wax falling downward onto the wood top to escape the heat of the flame.

“Here.” You appeared in front of him with a steaming cup of liquid. You’d removed your cardigan and flats, your shoulders bare and calling to him.

“What is it?” He asked, accepting the drink. He inspected it, but it looked unremarkable. He took an exploratory sip, the smell wafting up to him .

“Tea.” You answered, moving behind him to remove his leather jacket. He let you, as had become the pattern for the evening.

Your hands danced along his arms, inspecting his tattoos with curiosity. He remained still, taking small sips from the mug as you did so. He felt your touch run up his bicep and over his shoulders, caressing the chords in his neck as you explored. Your palm made contact with his bearded cheek and he nuzzled into the warmth.

“You’re very important, Negan.” You mused, moving a strand of out of place hair from his forehead.

“Of course I fucking am. I’m a leader.” He agreed, his smug attitude finally making a comeback.

You smiled at his response and took the mug from his hand. You placed it on the table behind you and moved back into his personal space. Your hands gripped at his white t-shirt, your body pressing into his.

“That’s not what I meant.” You whispered into his neck, lips grazing his flesh.

His body broke out into shivers at the touch of your lips. He could feel your body heat radiating from you, the thrum of your heartbeat echoing in his ears. He wondered if you could hear his too with the way it was pumping.

“You have a purpose. I want to show you what that purpose is.” You pressed your lips against his suddenly, your tongue demanding permission to explore him.

Negan gripped your hips in return, matching your ferocity with his own. You tasted as good as you looked and he couldn’t get enough. He affixed himself to you, pressing closer as you threaded your fingers through his hair. Your breasts pushed into him and he responded with a thrust of his hips into yours. You pulled your mouth from his, peppering his neck with sensual kisses and determined bites.

“My purpose to fuck you? Because that’s about to fucking happen, doll.” He gritted through clenched teeth as one of your hands brushed his fast-hardening cock. He hissed as you bit down particularly hard on his neck and then lapped at it with your tongue seconds later.

You reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling the fabric up and off in record speed. Negan threw his head back as you assaulted his chest with your mouth, your hands playing with the clasps of his pants. The roaring of extreme arousal was making itself known inside of him and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold off.

His hands ventured beneath your nightgown and up your bare thighs, colliding with the white scrap of lace that hugged you. Your skin felt smooth, unblemished; as if you hadn’t spent all these years fighting for your life like everyone else. Your aroma was calling to him, making his mouth water and his control wane. He palmed your ass, gripping your flesh with a needy hunger. You moaned into his ear at the action, seemingly pleased with his touch. The air was thick with sexual electricity and Negan knew he wasn’t going to be able to leave this cabin until he had you.

“The bed.” You ordered, your voice coming out low and raspy. It was sexy. Your desire for him so strong that it literally poured from your lips.

Negan steered you both towards the satin and lace fortress, the bed a beacon in a midnight thunderstorm. You stopped him once the back of your knees made contact with the mattress, your lips finally pulling away from his chest and neck. He was sure he had at least a dozen fucking hickeys littering his skin by now.

He waited as you stared up at him, his hands still clutching the globes of your ass. You surprised him by cradling his face in your hands, the moment suddenly becoming intimate. Your eyes held a distinct spark, your lips a knowing smile. It was if you knew something he didn’t…a secret.

“You’ve been through so much pain.” You stated softly, fingers caressing the crow’s feet near his eyes.

He looked down at you with a mixture of confusion and disbelief, unsure of where this was headed. He could see the conviction behind your eyes, as if you really could see the voyage he’d taken and the trauma he’d been through. It made his hair stand on end.

“I can fix that for you.” You stated calmly and confidently, as if you had all the answers to his questions.

He noticed for the first time that your nails were painted a deep red as you ran them across his kiss-swollen lips.

He smirked at your antics, feeling a break in the haze. “Fix me? Hate to break it to you, doll, but I’m a lost fucking cause. Have been for a while.” He teased with a wink.

He felt like himself again as he ran a calloused and scarred hand around to your lower stomach, grazing the waistband of your panties. You sucked in a breath when he traced your lips through the delicate fabric, feeling the moisture that had already begun to collect. His lust ratcheted up again at the touch of you and he rubbed himself against you in response. Your nipples were distinct peaks against the flimsy fabric of your nightgown and he yearned to wrap his lips around them and suckle like a newborn to its mother’s. He’d fucking live between your perfect breasts if you’d let him.

“I’m going to give you what you need, Negan. I’ll make you better.” You whispered as he took his turn to devour the flesh of your neck.

He smiled against you, entertained by your idea of pillow talk but not fully comprehending it. He didn’t give a shit what you said at this point. His dick was so fucking hard that he had to bury it inside you soon before he combusted.

“Well, since you’re offering…” He pulled back, eyes locked with yours as he pushed down the straps of your gown. “Let me see that glorious fucking body.”

You allowed him to move the fabric down your figure and over your hips, revealing yourself to him. He immediately attached himself to your tits, both mouth and hands working in tandem. Your hands pulled at his hair, keeping him mounted against you but shuddering away in sensitivity. Negan chased you with his lips, intent on marking you like you had him.

He reached a hand between your bodies, impatient with the pace. His gaze followed every curve and soft line of your body, still in awe of the perfection of your skin. It was flawless. You were flawless. A literal fantasy come to life.

Your hands were soon at his button, releasing the fabric from its hold and working it down his legs. He shed his boots quickly and stepped out of the garment, thankful he’d chosen to go commando. He watched you lick your lips at the sight of him and fuck if that didn’t make his balls tighten.

You sat down on the bed, positioning yourself so that he had a completely unobstructed view of the juncture between your thighs. He instinctually began to tug at himself while you touched yourself beneath your panties, your chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. He made it to you in two steps, a hand hooking your ankle and jerking you closer. He ripped the fabric away from your body, catching how soaked the material had gotten. You were fully nude now and practically glistening. He could almost see your pussy throb as he got onto his knees. He hovered there for a moment, taking in the scene. Your scent, your touch, hell, even the sound of your soaked channel. He savored it all.

“Negan, please…” You pleaded and damn did it feel fucking amazing to hear you call his name like that.

“You need me, doll?” He let a finger lazily play with your clit, enjoying the way you jumped at the contact.

“Yes, please…” You begged again, unashamed of your neediness. He liked that. He liked seeing you lose your composure. That shit was fueling him.

He relented and sucked harshly at your pulsing bud, his touch unforgiving. His lips kissed you while his tongue tasted you. He explored you, using his fingers to pry you open to his attack. Your thighs clenched around his head as your body arched off the bed. The candles reflected off your skin and he became awestruck by the image.

He fed on you, his appetite for you far from satiated. He welcomed your flavor on his tongue as he probed your opening, teeth nipping at your swollen lips. You yelped and jolted away, but he held you to him. He felt that drunk feeling again as he quite literally immersed himself in you.

“Don’t stop. I’m gonna cum.” You breathed out, head thrown back and hands struggling for purchase against the smooth sheets.

Negan had no intention of stopping. Instead, he doubled his efforts and ravaged you, seeing the prickle of pain flash across your features from his ruthlessness. You continued to hold his head to you as he attempted to drink every drop that poured from your lips.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes…” You chanted as your body rippled and convulsed with tremors. Negan caught every single one with his mouth, his eyes taking in the way you moaned and writhed. Your skin was slick with perspiration, your lungs rapidly taking in air as you slowly came down from your journey to space.

He stood, his whole body tense in untamable lust. He could feel the dribble of precum on his cock, the appendage begging for attention. He wedged himself between your thighs and submerged his cock in your overflowing dampness. He rutted against you, feeling you reach up to catch him in your folds. He dug his fingertips into your thighs as he let his cock nudge your abused clit. You winced at the oversensitivity.

“Fuck, I need to be inside this fucking pussy.” He growled, recognizing the tingle in his spine starting to form.

Negan didn’t wait for a response as he plunged inside of you, groaning at the instant surge of pleasure at finally being able to do so. He felt your heartbeat within your walls as it thrummed against his cock, squeezing him just right. It was as if you were made just for him. The way you hit every one of his nerves in the most delectable way possible made it seem as if you’d been sculpted for him, a genuine counterpart.

“Shit, that is one tight cunt.”

He moved slow and deep, treasuring the sensation of your body so effortlessly enveloping his. His hands were everywhere as your body became his playground. He held your tits, relishing the way they bounced to the rhythm of his hips. He grasped you throat and squeezed as you moaned for more. He took in the way your body so readily accepted his own, your pussy slickening him for his passage. It all felt fucking perfect. Perfect in a way he’d never experienced before.

“More…I need more.” You demanded, trying to reach for him.

Negan was happy to oblige and bent down to hover over your awaiting mouth. Small gasps escaped your throat as he continued to fuck you, the sound like music to his ears and pulsing dick.

“This what you wanted? This enough for you?” He grunted, angling his hips so that he could feel the natural barrier within you. He heard you whine and drag your nails down his back, the depth of his cock making you want to retreat.

“No, no…take it all, doll.” Negan tutted, forcing your body up the bed as he moved. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your teeth digging into his shoulder. The move sent a jolt through his system and he increased his speed. His hips slapped against your roughly, the loud smack of skin echoing throughout the room. He could feel his balls tightening and his limbs tingle. He wasn’t ready for it to end. He wasn’t ready to separate from your warmth just yet.

He straightened up, bringing you with him. Your body was pliable with his movements, letting him maneuver you how he saw fit. He lifted you into his arms, still impaled on him. He captured your mouth, walking to the head of the bed. He situated himself on the mattress, you still cradled in his arms. Without him having the leverage to thrust, you took it upon yourself to slide up and down on his engorged cock. He faltered at the motion, but recovered in time to position you in his lap.

“Ride me. Let that pussy take what she needs.” He nipped at your bottom lip as he encouraged you to move, slapping your ass in the process.

You didn’t hesitate. You wrapped your arms around his neck and bounced, chasing that ethereal high. Negan buried himself in your breasts, feeling that inebriated sensation start to strengthen. He gripped your hips, anchoring himself to something solid. He felt as if he might float away if he didn’t. He felt entirely too warm and the need to cum was more powerful than any other experience he’d had. His vision felt blurry, yet he could make you out perfectly. He could smell you and only you. Not the fire or the lavender anymore. His ears were attuned to your moans and whimpers, but silence lingered outside of that. He felt like he was in a vacuum of your essence, trapped but not wanting to escape.

“Yes, Negan…please cum.” Your words made him thrust up into you, eager to comply with your breathy request. The tell-tale signs were there. He was ready to let go.

Through the fog he belatedly realized he needed to pull out, not wanting to chance it. He readied himself to remove you from his lap when he felt you clamp down and hold him, your intent obvious.

“It’s okay. Do it. Fill me up.” You nibbled on his ear, tongue tracing his lobe as you massaged his cock with your walls. He went to protest, but stopped. The words died on his lips, his body now running the show. He only thought about you and how fucking magnificent you felt. He thought about how good it would feel to smear you in him. To see you leaking and dripping. The thoughts alone were enough to convince him that he should listen to you.

Your finger teased your clit as you rode him, urging him on. Negan gritted his teeth at the feel of your pussy spasming, your entire body ricocheting with the aftershocks. He surrendered to you and released, your pussy greedily taking from him as he tensed in orgasmic bliss. A hum of approval left your lips at the feel of him driving his seed into you, the warmth and stickiness coating you both.

“Fuck,” He cursed as he screwed his eyes shut. He felt like he’d been pumping for hours, the high lasting a lot longer than he’d anticipated. He felt overcome with exhaustion as he collapsed on the bed, your body still a place holder for his now flaccid cock. He looked up at you as you straddled him, a halo of candlelight encompassing you. He panted as he struggled to catch his breath while your nails dragged through his chest hair. You laid your head on his chest near his heart, your body rising in sync with his.

He was drained. Utterly and completely. He adjusted himself beneath you, feeling his cock slip out of you and land heavily between you. You rubbed yourself against him, his cum aiding the movements. His mind said no more, but his body was responding.

“Doll, this old man needs to rest. I think you broke my dick.” He groaned, feeling aches start to settle into his limbs.

You laughed, your body vibrating against his. “Doesn’t feel broken to me.” You quipped as you traced a finger over the twitching member.

He laughed, despite his fatigue and trailed a hand down your naked back. “You’re something else.”

“Good or bad?”

“Can’t decide yet. But my dick points to good.” He joked, liking the throaty laugh you released at his words. He could feel his eyes getting heavy and that distinct lethargy that came with sleep. He didn’t bother to move you from atop him. He liked your weight nuzzled against him, feeling the beat of your heart with his.

“Sleep.” You said into his chest as you placed a soft kiss near his ribs.

Negan nodded, though he was already halfway into his dreams by the time you spoke.

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A loud knock jolted him from his slumber.

Negan sat straight up in his bed, eyes dancing around wildly in search of the intruder. He took in his bedroom skeptically, wondering how he’d gotten back.

Another knock sounded, followed by a call from the beyond the door.

“Boss? You in there?”

It was Simon. And he sounded strangely concerned.

Negan stood from his bed, groaning at the protests his sore limbs were giving him. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair and thanked whoever the fuck that he at least had clothes on.

He pulled open the door and came to face-to-face with a worried looking Simon. The man’s own remaining hair was somewhat tousled and his mustache looked uncharacteristically unkempt. He looked like he’d been running his hands through it all day, an action Negan knew he didn’t partake in unless he was nervous about something.

“What is it? What happened?” He demanded, knowing there was something he was missing by the look in his friend’s eye.

He waited as Simon seemed to take him in, appearing to be relieved by his presence. The whole thing was making Negan feel weird.

“You okay? We were worried about you.” The man finally admitted, hand back in his thick moustache.

Negan arched a brow in question. “Worried? Why?”

“Its past noon. You never sleep this late. We didn’t hear from you and got nervous something happened.” He explained, gaze still inspecting Negan closely.

Negan widened his eyes at Simon’s words, not believing what he was saying was true. He raced to his nightstand and grabbed his watch, feeling a sense of déjà vu. The timepiece read back 12:15. It was still working and didn’t appear to have stopped at any point during the night.

He looked back at Simon, perplexed by his unexplained tardiness. He was just about to question his friend more about it when he remembered the previous night. The memories came flooding in like a busted dam. He saw you in that damn nightgown. The cabin in the woods. You riding his dick like a fucking prized pony. It all soared to the surface and through the fog that still littered his mind and body.

“What the fuck happened?” He mumbled to himself as he rubbed at a particularly sore spot on his shoulder. Had to be where you fucking bit him.

“You good, Boss? Need anything?” Simon interrupted from his spot in the doorway.

Negan went to dismiss him, but thought better of it and nodded. “Yeah, find me that girl from the marketplace. The one with all the lotions and shit.”

He waited for a yes sir from his right hand man, but never got one. He met Simon’s confused gaze and went to describe you further when the Savior spoke up.

“What girl? I don’t know anyone like that.”

Negan sighed, trying hard not to take his mounting frustration out on his friend. “Yeah you do, shithead. You bought some lotion from her for your bum shoulder.”

At his blank stare, he continued.

“I spoke to her yesterday. You were fucking there. Struggling to flirt with Meredith at the table with all the shitty DVDs.” Negan explained, attempting to jog Simon’s memory. It didn’t seem to be working.

“We didn’t go to the market yesterday.”

“Yeah, we fucking did.”

“No. I was at The Kingdom yesterday while you went to the northeast outpost.”

Negan shook his head, unable to comprehend what Simon was saying. There was no way that was true. He remembered it as clear as day. He remembered you. Simon had to be wrong. And Negan was going to prove it to him.

“You sure you’re feeling okay?” Simon asked, that worry gaze back and aimed squarely on him.

Negan waved him away, searching his room for his boots, jacket, and Lucille. “Yeah, fine. I’ll be down in a minute.”

Simon hesitated, but he could see that Negan wanted to be alone so he complied.

Negan checked the calendar on his desk, his diligence when crossing off the days a daily ritual. He found the last day that was crossed out.

Halloween.

He wasn’t tripping fucking balls. He had his days right. Now he just had to find you.

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One month later…

Negan rubbed tiredly at his eyes, wishing he’d worn his reading glasses. He sat at his desk, studying the maps of each community who fell under his territory. It was late and he’d been staring at the goddamn things for hours, though the action was pointless. He wasn’t focused. Hadn’t been since that day a month ago.

He’d never found you.

Thirty days later and there still wasn’t any sign of you, your booth at the market, or your cabin in the woods. He’d had men out looking. Chasing a fucking ghost.

No one knew of you. No one had any recollection of you. Except for him. And it was fucking torture.

You were his elusive seductress, his enchantress. You were all he could think about. You dominated his thoughts, his dreams. Sometimes he felt as if he could still feel you beneath his fingertips. Hear the melodic tune of your pulse against his. A random breeze of lavender would sweep over him, carried by the wind. But you never materialized.

He knew he hadn’t made you up. He knew you weren’t some sort of fever dream. He’d had the marks on his skin to prove it. Scratches down his back, bites along his neck and chest, and the sore limbs from hours of fucking to prove it.

But the more days that passed, the more his memory failed him. His mental image of you faded over time, along with the bruises and scratches that littered his flesh. You were becoming lost in the everyday bustle and he didn’t know how to stop it. He had to give up searching for you, fearing his followers would start to think he was losing his fucking mind. His men already thought so. Simon practically had a straitjacket picked out for him.

All he could do was keep an eye out for you when he went beyond the fences. He searched everywhere, under the guise he was looking for supplies. It was pathetic really. He didn’t even know your fucking name.

His watch beeped from beside him, alerting him to the new hour.

12:00 am.

He decided to turn in for the night, done with tormenting himself. He stood up and stretched, hearing the satisfying pop of several joints as he did. He made his way to the window to take one last cursory glance to ensure everything was as it should be. He noticed something odd immediately. He felt like he did that night…wired but sluggish. It was a combination he could never forget.

Looking out into the night he realized how dark and empty the sky was, save for the new full moon that spotlighted the earth. Negan’s whole body went stiff as he searched for his guards. He couldn’t see anyone. It was dead silent.

A sudden warmth filled his body and a tingle started at the base of his toes. It was pleasant and started to move up each limb. He found himself succumbing to it, eyes rolling back the stronger it got. Suddenly and without warning, a crippling pain overtook his entire body. His bones felt like they were breaking and extending to unbearable lengths. His skin felt stretched and pulled tight, fighting to cover his expanding body. He yelled out in pain as his spine broke through his shirt and his legs jutted out of his pants. Long black fur soon covered every surface of him while his hands turned to oversized paws with jagged talons. His face felt like it was being seared off as it contorted into new features.

He collapsed to the floor on his knees, unable to take the agony. Simultaneously, his mind began to piece together the forgotten fragments. He saw you clearly once again as he relived your moments together. He saw your first conversation and the time at the cabin. He saw him worshipping your body over and over again throughout the night, your sweat-laced bodies slicking against each other. He saw your mind and the plans you had for him.

He saw everything.

“I can fix that for you.”

“I can give you what you need, Negan.”

“I’ll make you better.”

Your voice echoed in his ears, your true meaning now apparent. He felt a swell of testosterone rush through his veins, the appetite for blood suddenly all-consuming. He sniffed the air, smelling nothing but lavender. He growled, his hair standing on end as he felt you get nearer.

You were here and you’d come to collect.

He hunched on all fours, the pose feeling natural to him in this state. Unbridled lust mixed with frenzied rage, making his mouth salivate. His teeth were larger in size and sharper, his tongue running over them hungrily. The moon shone itself in his room and he instinctually howled. He felt a pull towards the window, outside the walls of the factory. He didn’t stop to think. He only acted. He rushed the window and burst through, scaling the wall as he made his way down to the ground. He landed on his hind legs, standing up straight to scent the air. Beyond the trees he could see a plume of smoke.

The cabin.

You were calling for him…waiting. And as he ran towards you, human nature now erased by animalistic instincts, he heard your final words to him from that night ring in his head.

“I’m going to give you what you’ve always wanted. You’ll be your true form. And I’ll be your true mate. By the light of the moon, you’ll fulfill your true fate.”

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Not A Ghost - part 40

A/N - Multi-part fic. Colossus x OC where OC has come home after being wrongfully imprisoned in the Icebox. Warnings for whole fic - references and flashbacks to harsh prison environment, including various types of abuse.

NEW WARNING - fictional police brutality. Takes place shortly after events in Deadpool 2. Whole thing will end up on my AO3 eventually.

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During a particularly quiet night of Piotr’s vigil something hit the window hard enough to crack it. He was startled for an instant, but when the window cracked again, he got to his feet to see who or what was throwing things at the window. It was late evening and the fresh air that came in as he opened the window was welcome. To his surprise, Piotr looked down and found a visitor poorly concealed in the trees under the third story window.

“Juggernaut,” Piotr said.

The walking land mass of a mutant had a surprisingly non-threatening demeanor. The men watched each other carefully. After a moment of hesitation, Juggernaut asked, “How is she?”

Piotr was so taken aback by the question, he wasn’t sure how to answer. He glanced back at Rhonda, still sedated and breathing on a ventilator, but the beeping of the heart monitor was steady. The Russian replied, “My wife is nearly as unstoppable as you.” All things considered, it was true enough.

“She awake?”

Piotr gave a heavy sigh and shook his head, “Not yet.” He took a breath and paused, before offering, “I will tell her you came to visit.”

The Juggernaut gave - of all things - a thumbs up. “Will you tell her...tell her I said--”

“No promises?” Piotr finished his sentence.

Trees rustled in the breeze. “Yeah.” He gestured something like a wave, as if he wasn’t used to making friendly gestures.

As he turned to sneak away - as much as a mutant his size can sneak - Piotr said to his retreating back, “I think she will be happy to know you came.”

Ororo and Xavier headed up efforts to collect evidence and testimonies against the DMC. They brought in a brave attorney from Hell’s Kitchen who recognized the importance of bringing a big case against a government agency. They interviewed all the freed mutants from the Icebox about how they had gotten there, the conditions within the prison, and the behavior of the officers. They took careful photos of everyone’s injuries, the scabs and rashes around their necks left by the collars, and kept the discarded yellow jumpsuits as evidence. A certain reptilian woman and the man who stayed close to her at all times had slipped away right after they had given their interviews. No one knew how or when, but Mimi and Robinson were in the wind. The attorney was disappointed, as Edmund Robinson’s testimony as a former DMC officer was especially valuable, but he assured Xavier that he could find them again when they were needed most. Xavier arched a brow at this for a moment, as this attorney was blind, but he knew better than to underestimate people. "I'm sure you will, Mr. Murdock," he said. "Thank you."

When the injuries to Rhonda’s brain and lungs had improved enough to remove the ventilator, the doctors kept her sedated for another day. The whole time he had stayed with her, Piotr had kept careful tabs on what the staff were doing. He had more than once stopped nurses from accidentally giving her double doses of medication, as some nurses took better notes than others on their rounds.

Their friends visited every day. Ororo brought Piotr tea, coffee, fresh clothes, light meals when she could persuade him to eat. Hank met with the doctors and compared notes, even studying the effects the DMC control collars had had on the other mutants. Ellie was as heartsick as Piotr himself, and Yukio did her best to comfort them both, reminding them, “Hospitals are anxious places. We will all feel better at home, and we will get to go home soon.”

Xavier himself visited as often as he could. He asked Piotr questions about what happened, persistent without being overbearing. It was difficult to get Piotr to open up about it, but eventually he made enough euphemisms that Xavier guessed what he had seen his wife do.

Finally, Piotr admitted, “She was...deeply afraid she would no longer be welcome with us.” He held one of Rhonda’s hands between both of his, keeping it warm.

“Ah,” Xavier nodded somberly. “The first rule of our code - we do not kill.” He steepled his fingers and tapped them together. “As you know, our code is important to clarify for ourselves where we stand, what we value. Heaven knows the politicians and the news outlets are wrong about us more often than not.” He sighed and wheeled his chair around to Rhonda’s opposite side.

Rhonda’s fingernails were clean, but chipped and ragged - evidence from her fight that no one had thought to smooth out yet. Xavier wrapped his hand around her fingers, careful to avoid the IV line taped to the back of her palm. “Do you know,” he asked Piotr, “the first time I met her, it was in a hospital?” Piotr frowned for a moment, then nodded when he remembered. It was a story Rhonda had told him only once. Xavier continued, “I knew then that Rhonda was capable of killing, if she did not learn control and if circumstances pushed her to such. I like to think I trained her well, but nothing could have prepared her for what happened. All this."

Piotr’s silence was tense. The question burned at the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t make it come out. Xavier didn’t seem in any hurry, content to sit quietly and reflect.

Finally, the old man said, “I have promised her before that she would always have a home with us. That won’t change.” He gave Piotr a dignified nod, and wheeled his chair down the hall, warmly greeting nurses as he went.

When Wade visited he usually had Cable with him, though once he had Russell tagging along. Russell was polite and gave Piotr his respects, promising that he was studying hard to qualify for the X-Men program. Cable, per usual, was almost as quiet as Piotr while Wade chattered away, making jokes that were hilarious to himself even if no one else laughed along. All joking aside, Wade was the one most likely to get Piotr to take a walk around the hospital, or even step outside to get some air, promising to stay with Rhonda until he got back.

“Don’t worry, big guy,” Wade teased, “If she wakes up, I’ll tell her I’ve always been her husband and you were a coma dream.” He snorted a short laugh, even as Piotr rolled his eyes and lumbered out of the room for a short walk.

Piotr had been gone all of six minutes when Cable felt the sleeping woman’s mind start to stir into consciousness. He sat bolt upright in his chair in surprise. “Wade,” he said quietly with a sharp tone, “She’s waking up. Go get him.”

Wade whined, “What? But I wanna do the thing, I wanna do my bit!”

“Now!” Cable growled. Wade hustled from the room, calling none too quietly for Colossus as he went, leaving Cable and Rhonda alone.

Slowly, she blinked her heavy eyelids open. It took a few moments before she could gather her wits enough to figure out her surroundings. Rhonda heard beeping, then realized there was tape on her wrists, the lights felt too bright, she saw the plain pale green blanket covering her, and finally saw Cable.

“Mornin’, friend,” he kept his voice low, but gave her a kind, bright smile. “Don’t try to move, here,” he pressed the lift control and the bed angled with a gentle whirring sound to support Rhonda in a sitting position.

Her gaze drifted over the room, still putting the pieces together. Finally, she realized the metal hand touching her shoulder was Cable, and not her husband. Her heart sank, and she croaked, “Oh.” She remembered Piotr had seen her kill several people, but she couldn't remember what happened after that. Had he dropped her off at the hospital and left? Her throat ached, and her mouth was so dry. There was a dull pain in her ribs that throbbed with each breath. As the feeling of raw abandonment started to swallow her, she felt the sticky sensation in her mind of Cable grazing her thoughts; she was still too groggy to resist.

“Hey, hey,” he put a cup of water in her hands and bent the straw for her. “Your husband’s here. We made him step out for a minute for a break, but he’ll be back any second now, okay?” He watched Rhonda’s brow furrow, processing what he said. “He hasn’t left your side the whole time you’ve been here - except when we made him.”

Piotr rushed into the room, Wade on his heels. When he saw his wife, finally awake after nine days, and sitting up in bed, his face lit into a bright smile. He exclaimed softly, “Rhonda!” The confusion and apprehension in her expression made him pause. He glanced at his friends, and Cable quickly took the hint and dragged Wade away, giving the Rasputins privacy.

“H-how are you feeling?” he asked. “Are you in pain? I can call the nurses...”

Rhonda took another sip of water before replying, “S-sore…”

Taking a step closer, Piotr’s smile faded with doubt. “Rhonda...I’m sorry I could not protect you.”

She thought hard, her brain still fuzzy. She had survived the Icebox - again. “I guess I managed,” her voice had a coarse rasp.

Slowly, he came closer and sat in the chair on her left side. He was fidgeting with the end of his pinkie on one hand. When he pulled his opposite hand away, he revealed the faux-bronze silicone ring he had given Rhonda, the same day the DMC had captured her again. It hadn’t even been two weeks ago, but their separation had felt like years all over again. Piotr held the band as if it were made of glass. Heart in his throat, voice heavy, he asked, “Do you still want this?”

Rhonda took a breath that hurt and asked, “Do you? I...you saw what I did.” She was fuzzy on some of the details of how she’d gotten out of the Icebox, but over and over she re-lived Piotr walking in on her electrocuting a handful of guards, and the look of revulsion on his face. She tried to say more, but she was already winded and was forced to pause to breathe a while.

“I want…” he started slowly, “For you to heal. I want for you to be happy. And I want to be part of that as much as you will have me.” He took some deep breaths and armored down. His blue eyes were glazed with tears and his beard needed a little trimming. He still handled the ring like priceless treasure. “Rhonda...I will always live with the regret that I did not search for you a little longer. I will always regret that I could not prevent the things that happened to you.” He sniffled and scooted the chair a little closer. “Whatever you want now, I will do all I can to help you get it.”

Rhonda took a shaky breath, head throbbing. She sipped the water again and said, “I want to go home. I want to eat your cooking. I…” she had to pause to breathe again. She wanted to dance, she wanted to stay close to her friends, to be surrounded by soft, warm things, and to never think of the DMC or the Icebox again. She pulled another sip of water.

He took a moment to swallow and breathe around the lump in his throat. He looked down at the ring as he turned it over in his fingers. “You should know...we brought home a lot of prisoners. So far, seven of them match missing person reports.” Piotr paused and watched his wife’s face as understanding dawned on her, “Sladkaya, that’s seven families getting reunited, seven people who were kidnapped by the DMC who can get their lives back. No matter what else you have done, you are also a hero.”

Rhonda struggled to breathe slowly and shallowly enough not to aggravate the pain in her ribs, but she was close to sobbing. Tears blurred her vision as she nodded. She reached for her husband, the love of her life, and in half a second his arms were around her. His beard tickled as he kissed her forehead, her lips, her cheeks.

As much as Rhonda had grappled with shame and doubt in the last few months, the reassurance she felt in his arms was a balm on her soul. Her worst fear hadn't come true. They could figure out everything else.

Later, when Rhonda could speak a little easier, she told Piotr some of what she remembered, asking him to fill in details from the rescue. Wade sat with them, and had the lung power and the energy to give much more colorful accounts than Rhonda could.

“By the way, uh,” Wade’s typically jovial demeanor evaporated, almost to the point of breaking out in a nervous sweat. Piotr could only recall seeing him nervous about one or two things in the time he’d known him, and it worried him. “In the Icebox, uh, Rhonda and I, um…”

Piotr waved a hand, “Wade, whatever it is, if it helped the two of you survive, you did what you had to do.”

Heaving the longest sigh in human history, Wade shook his shoulders, and then blurted, “I slept with your wife. I mean! We huddled for warmth? Nothing happened. We had loud sex - but it was fake--” he devolved into a lot of babbling. Piotr frowned, then looked at Rhonda, who gave a tired nod to confirm he was telling the truth. However, when Wade said, “It's okay, I didn’t even get hard!” is when Piotr finally had to speak.

“What?”

“Yeah, don’t worry, she’s uh...not my type?” Wade shrugged and turned to Rhonda, “Nothing personal.”

The Russian scoffed, then started laughing in disbelief. “Have you - have you looked at her? Did you even see her naked?”

Rhonda interjected, “Piotr.”

Wade’s babbling stopped short, face scrunched. Baffled, he replied, “Nnnno? Well - wait, no, we’re not counting when the Icebox goons hosed us down, right?”

Rolling his eyes with a big sigh, Piotr said, “Wade, I thought you would have taste. I thought you of all people would understand this--” he gestured at Rhonda as if she were a revered Renaissance painting, “Is objectively beautiful."

From her hospital bed, patched over in so many yellowing bruises and bandages she might pass for a shabby quilt, Rhonda gave a weak smile, “Honey, that’s really sweet, but I look and feel like microwaved dog shit right now.”

“Yeah,” Wade gestured in agreement, “Microwaved dog shit.”

As her husband started arguing with their friend in earnest, mentioning sketchbooks full of nudes he'd drawn, Rhonda sighed, “Okay,” and clicked the button near her hand for another dose of pain meds.

At the click, Piotr paused and asked, “Wait, are you hurting? Should I call the nurse?”

“No,” she said slowly, already getting drowsy, “but it makes me sleep and that’s my only way out of this conversation. Good night.”

By the time Piotr’s parents arrived to visit, Rhonda was in much better spirits and almost ready to go home. The older Rasputins, Alexandra and Nicolai, came into the room and chattered excitedly in Russian. Alexandra pinched Rhonda’s cheeks, touched her hair, kissed her head as she said, “[We missed you so much, sweet girl! All this time!]”

From the other side of the bed, Nicolai kissed her cheek and had tears in his eyes. “[We always hoped you would come home again someday, and here you are.]” He glanced briefly at Rhonda's tattooed arm, but when she covered it as best she could with the blanket, he dropped whatever he was going to ask.

Her in-laws had always talked to her as if she was one of their own children, and it was something that made Rhonda’s heart melt every time. “[I’m so glad you’re here. It’s great to have you close. Is Ilyana here? Misha?]”

“[She’ll be here soon,]” Piotr smiled from the foot of the bed. “[My brother is still away on a mission.]”

Alexandra clicked her tongue, tossing her head indignantly, “[Your sister in-law coming back from the dead isn’t a good enough reason to come back down from space, or the other dimension, or wherever it is my children go.]” She waved a hand dismissively, acting intensely annoyed for a moment, but she smiled and winked at Rhonda.

Rhonda’s face split in a grin and she started to laugh, but winced and held her side, just below her ribs.

Nicolai threw his hands up and turned to his son. He said dryly, “[I told you. You have to stop pinching her! She’s like a delicate lily in your hands.]”

The nonchalant mock-accusation made Rhonda laugh harder and she had to hold herself together - literally. “[Yup. All this],” she gestured to her generally injured self, “[he decided tickling me was a good idea.]”

Piotr rolled his eyes and shook his head at the ceiling, powerless against his parents’ innocent jokes, especially when his wife played along. “[You better hope I don’t tickle you any time soon.]”

“[Yeah, I won’t be able to run,]” Rhonda pointed at her feet. “[The doctor said…]” she fumbled for the right words in Russian before switching to English, “I might have nerve damage and I’m not supposed to put weight on them yet.” She performed a brave face for his parents, but her initial heartbreak when the doctor told her dancing was out of the question for a while was still fresh in Piotr’s mind.

“Ah, well,” Alexandra nodded sagely. “Doctors, they do not know everything. Perhaps you are too old to join the Bolshoi,” she playfully poked some fine lines near Rhonda’s eyes, “But we know you will be on your feet dancing again.”

There was a lull as they shared smiles, and Nicolai set his eyes on the Jello on Rhonda’s lunch tray, uneaten. “[Are you going to eat that, my girl?]” he pointed at the mass of blue cubes.

Rhonda nudged it toward him, “[Have it, please. I am so tired of Jello.]”

Alexandra scoffed and gave her husband a judgemental glare, before waving to her son, “[Come sit, Piotr, I have something for you both.]”

Smiling at his parents’ antics, Piotr did as his mother said and brought a chair up beside his father. Alexandra carried a large, utilitarian purse, and pulled from it an oval-shaped package wrapped in a Russian newspaper and twine. She had an excited twinkle in her eyes as she put it in Rhonda’s hands. “[This should be with the two of you,]” she said.

Rhonda smiled, but her brow twitched to a furrow with curiosity. She had Piotr break the twine, and when she folded the newspaper back she gasped. On her lap was a tray, painted black with beautifully brushed flowers and gold detailing. It was chipped and worn in a few spots, but in excellent condition considering it was about a hundred years old. “The zhostovo tray!” Rhonda’s jaw dropped. “I get to have this?” She held it to her chest and her eyes welled with tears even before Alexandra nodded, beaming.

With the tray across her lap, Rhonda lovingly traced the gold scrollwork with her fingertips, barely brushing the surface. There was a stark contrast between the aged, soft painting and the jagged lines of Rhonda’s X tattoos, but as she laid her hand flat on the tray, she had an idea.

#not a ghost #xmen fanfic #colossus x oc #piotr rasputin x oc #deadpool fanfic #deadpool

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