#I reach into the pocket of my trench coat and take out my cigarettes. I light one

[finniestoncrane]

Nick Valentine x GN!Reader, word count: 1.4k hi hello i had to write this because i'm going insane about him. he might be my self-insert's father figure, but i've got daddy issues, so welcome to that nightmare. just some pleasure-dom nick having the tables turned on him, with reader treating him to a little bit of pleasure geared towards his... well, gears 🚬 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: electrostimulation, thigh riding/grinding, sort of implied that reader has a vagina in that they get him wet but that could be precum kjhkjhasd

Nick tapped the cigarette against the ashtray on his desk, his degloved hand, all metal and hinges, clutching the burning embers, determined to get one last draw out of it. But it dwindled before his bright, yellow eyes, and instead he stubbed it out with a sigh, looking to the clock on top of the filing cabinet. Still plenty of time left in the day. Only six, that was barely the evening.

There was always time for one more case. Always room to squeeze in more work. And though the in tray was empty, he could still go out and sniff out a new case to work on. So he stood up from the desk, refreshed determination, and reached for his trench coat, which wasn't in its usual place. Quickly frustrated, he called out.

"Ellie? Ellie! Where's my coat? Have you seen it?"

From the front of the room, entering silently and unnoticed as Nick kept lifting piles of old paperwork in a futile search for his jacket, you watched him.

"I sent Ellie home, Nick. Work's over for the day."

He turned to you, ready to chastise you for telling him when his business could be open, but he was stopped by the vision before him.

Leaning against the wall, you smiled to him, chewing on your lip to stop the grin spreading too much and ruining your blasé, sultry attitude. He wasn't going to find his coat, because you were wearing it. The top buttons were undone, exposing a lot more chest than he was used to seeing on you, but the others were fastened, concealing your body from him, and the susprise you had for him below it.

"I see the case of the missing coat has been solved then."

"Hm, I guess so. But there's always the mystery of what's underneath."

Nick sat back down at his desk, lighting another cigarette once he was settled in his chair. He took one long draw and looked up at you past the brim of his hat.

"You got any clues for me then, sweetheart?"

Your fingers teased over one of the buttons, slowly undoing it, letting the lapels fall a little further apart.

"How's that?"

"I think I might need a little more."

Another button, undone slower than the last, his patience wearing as his lust built up.

"Any closer, detective?"

"How about you give an old man a break and just show me?"

Quickly undoing the last of the buttons, you let the coat fall open, exposing your body clad in intricate lingerie. Torn and frayed a little, here and there, but nicer than anything he'd seen in a long time.

You walked over to the desk, one foot in front of the other, taking your time on the journey and relishing the way his eyes took you in, the bright yellow light rising from your toes to your head. His mouth opened, and his cigarette fell out, stubbing itself in the ashtray, the smoke rising up to frame you as you perched on the edge of the desk. Leaning across, you picked up his cigarette and placed it back in his mouth, lifting the lighter and flicking it, watching the dulled embers spark back to life as he took another draw.

When he was close to the end, you walked around the desk and settled yourself on one of his thighs, waiting for him to stub out the butt before you caressed his cheek, fingers teasing at the exposed hinge of his jaw.

"I have another little surprise for you."

Your hand slipped into the pocket of his coat, producing a set of jumper cables as you kicked a little makeshift battery out from under the desk. Nick looked at you quizzically, but with a hint of excitement.

"It's your turn. I thought it might be nice to see you get a little kick for a change."

Sliding down from the desk, you perched on one of his thighs, your body tingling with arousal as his hands moved protectively around your hips to keep you steady. With a grateful smile, you reached up and removed his hat, setting it down on the desk, free hand caressing his cheek as you took in his features without the shadow of the brim.

"What are you waiting for then, doll?"

His sly grin had your heart pounding as your fingers made their way to his tie, loosening it and letting it hang around his neck as you turned your attention to this buttons of his shirt. You opened each one slowly, deftly, letting your fingertips glide over the soft, synthetic texture of his chest. Completely smooth, but you could work with that.

Pinching a bit of his skin away from his exoskeleton, you clamped one end of the jumper cable to it, the other attached to the battery. And then you did the same on the other side of his chest, a second makeshift nipple to attach your tools too. Two jumper cables, both ready to go. You lifted the battery up, your thumb hovering over the power switch on the side.

"You ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

Pushing down, you let the small jolt of electricity pass through him, his body insulated, saving you from the majority of the shockwave but still enough electricity tingling over him that you felt the benefit yourself.

Nick's jaw loosened, the tattered remnants of his neck trembling as he twitched with pleasure. It was as close to arousal as he would ever experience, each fresh spark another wave that crashed over him, a pulse of excitement. And it was only heightened by the way your eyes sparkled back as you looked into his, the yellow light reflecting in your pupils, the way that it dimmed and brightened as the electricity coursed through him.

The excitement wasn't lost on your either. Soft, sharp throbs of arousal, jolts of joy from each little push of the button had you on edge, skin hot and prickled. In an act so desperate it made you blush, you could feel yourself beginning to roll your hips, aching for some friction against your heat, needing to feel yourself on Nick as you rode his thigh.

As he felt your body pushing down onto him, satisfying yourself, using him to get off, he groaned softly. The sound rumbled in his throat, a slight hitch to it as another round of shockwaves travelled through his wires.

Flicking the battery off, you settled once again into your rhythm, grinding your body into him, rutting forwards and backwards along his thigh, unable to really control yourself. It felt good just to feel him, to fuck yourself on him as you watched him revel in the effects of your stimulation.

"You're having fun, aren't you?"

You couldn't tell if it was playful teasing, given how obvious your arousal was, or if Nick was genuinely worried that this was only enjoyable for him. You reasoned that it was probably a bit of both. He was used to giving pleasure, not necessarily receiving it. He liked for you to be the focus, the one that the attention was on. It felt strange for him to have you in power, to let you do all the hard work. So you took one of his hands, shifting your body down his thigh a little and placing his palm where you had been grinding against him.

"You're the detective, Nick. Figure it out..."

He felt the sensation of damp against the fabric, your slick coating his thigh.

"I don't have a change of pants with me, missy."

"Well, you'll just have to think of a good excuse if anyone asks what that stain is, Valentine."

His fingertips were cool against your cheek, the exposed metal tingling against your skin as he stroked it softly. The bright yellow light of his eyes was difficult to look into for too long, but you accepted the strain just to keep the connection there, only looking down when he pressed his forehead to yours.

"Ok... as long as you're having fun then... you could try increasing the voltage this time."

Looking back up at him, you blushed as he winked, an immediate and renewed warmth spreading over you once more.

"Yes, Mr Valentine."

[yes-divine-ruler]

Stan Bowes x Fem!Reader Smut - “Shopping w/ Your Sugar Daddy”

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CW: public, vaginal sex, fingering, daddy kink a bit

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Word count: 2001

"Hey, hop in."

Stan was seated on the leather in the backseat of his chauffeur's car, a cellphone tucked between his ear and his shoulder. You were waiting for him to arrive on the sidewalk, your body wrapped in an opulent minx coat to protect you from the New York chill. Stubbing out your cigarette with the ball of your stiletto, you slide in beside him, closing the door and buckling yourself in for the journey.

Stan didn't speak to you at first, his face screwed in concentration as he listened to his colleague fill him in on the aftermath of a client meeting. He did place his large hand over your stockinged thigh though, squeezing your skin with every emphasis he made to his colleague over the phone. You were just happy to be there, taking the opportunity to reapply your lipstick in the reflection of your compact mirror. When Stan finally hung up the phone he sighed in frustration, shoving the cellphone into the front pocket of his suit jacket.

His attention finally turned to you, his eyes raking over your appearance as you began to chew on a piece of gum.

"I'm sorry, work is on my ass even when I'm not in the office.." he leaned in closer to you, "where's my kiss?"

You obliged happily, closing the space between you to press a long, hard kiss to his soft lips. He moaned into the kiss, totally consumed by you as your lips moved against his. You pulled away to take a subtle breath, Stan's hand reaching upwards to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing over your cheekbone. You'd noticed he'd taken off his wedding band.

"Are we still going to Manhattan Mall?" You asked him, your lustrous eyes peering into his.

He chuckled softly, nodding his head before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"Yeah baby, I have until 6 o'clock before I have to drive back to New Jersey."

You pouted, not realising there were time restrictions on your date. Stan had promised to take you shopping so he could buy you half a new wardrobe of winter clothing, and you weren't sure if 2 hours was enough time to try everything you needed on.

"Daddy," your voice got quiet, your tone quivering, "can't you leave at 7 instead? I need time to look around and try everything on."

Stan rolled his eyes with a smile, lacing your fingers with a small chuckle.

"Okay let's make it 6.30, and I won't bother you the whole time."

You were both dropped outside Manhattan Mall, and hand in hand you made your way inside, already buzzing with excitement. You dragged Stan into the first store you saw, immediately riffling through the clothes on the rack at the entrance of the store. Stan stood back, silently watching you with a small smile on his lips. Nothing made him happier than seeing you happy.

"Daddy? Can you hold this?" You turn with already an arms-full of clothing, dropping it into Stan's arms without giving him time to react. With a grumble he took the clothes, and followed behind you as you manoeuvred over to the fitting rooms.

Stan hung the clothes up for you, and then sat outside on a bench to take another phone call. You drew the curtain, and began to try on every item of clothing.

"You haven't showed me a single outfit baby," Stan pined from outside, and giggling from his whining, you drew back the curtain. His eyes almost popped out of his head, his mouth hanging open in surprise.

"Oh shit."

You had tried on a blue-black $220 woollen trench coat, but failed to wear anything underneath. Stan sat back as you did a small spin for him, facing him once more so he could drink in your lace panties and matching bra.

"Very nice," Stan licked his lips, shuffling uncomfortably in his seat, when you'd noticed the tent that began to form in his work trousers, "Now get back inside before someone else sees you."

"I'm gonna buy all of it."

Stan gave up his card without hesitation once you were both standing at the counter, not even remotely phased by the quadruple digits glaring at him from the back of the till.

He held your bags as you waltzed through the mall together, eyeing everything and feeling like you could buy it all. Stan stopped when you passed a lingerie store, raising his eyebrows at you questionably.

"How about we go in here?" He shot you a cheeky smile, laying a kiss at the corner of your mouth.

"Wouldn't you just love that," you teased, agreeing to walk into the store with him.

Stan was quick to find something he liked, that he thought would look so good on you, it almost made him drool.

"Try this one, please?" Stan pouted at you, revealing the most skimpy pair of panties you'd ever seen. You let out a chuckle, shaking your head and taking them from him.

"Stan, you can't just try on panties," you said, rolling your eyes at his naivety, "and I thought you said you weren't going to bother me."

"We'll buy them after, I'll even pay for them before you try them on," he brought you over to the fitting rooms and nudged you into a stall. You hadn't realised that the panties were a part of a set, with a matching embroidered suspender belt connected to a lace corset, until he'd placed the hook of the coat hanger in your hand.

Fulfilling his wish, you stripped down to nothing and tried everything on, knowing that Stan would buy it for you just so he could rip it off you later.

"Okay, come in, but eyes closed," peering at yourself in the mirror, and letting your hair cascade down one shoulder, you waited for Stan to come into the stall with you. You watched as his hand peeked through the curtain first, and you quickly grabbed onto it to pull him inside.

His eyes were closed and the smile on his face didn't waver as you closed the curtain behind him.

"No peeking," you giggled, guiding his hand towards your breast, letting him knead it in his big hand. He let out a frustrated groan as your hand began to palm him through his pants.

"Can I look now?" He pleaded, and when you'd said yes, his eyes opened.

He sucked in a deep breath, holding it in as his eyes raked your body once again. He was in heaven seeing the expensive lingerie on your body, noticing the way it hugged every curve just the right way.

"Holy shit," he muttered, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you into his chest.

"What do you think?" You asked, batting your eyelashes up at him as your fingers played with the lapels of his fitted blazer, suddenly feeling the urge to tear it off his broad shoulders.

"I think..I wanna fuck you right now," his lips ghosted over the outer of your ear, the hairs on the back of your neck spiking as his breath fanned the side of your face. You let out a small whine, your grip on his blazer only tightening as Stan began to pepper kisses across your jaw.

"You're so sexy, my girl, I just wanna feel you around me."

His lewd praise rung through your ears as he connected his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. He backed you against the wall of the stall, hiking up your thighs and wrapping them around his waist. You pushed his blazer to the floor, as his tongue greedily explored your mouth, your fingers working at the fastener of his dress pants. 

Your fingers tugged down his boxers, just enough to free his hardened cock. His lips returned to the skin of your neck as you began to stroke him softly, biting down into your skin to stop himself from moaning.

Supporting you with one arm against the wall, Stan spat on his fingers, before pulling your new panties to the side and sliding his fingers through your slick folds. You tugged on his hair in anticipation, waiting him for him to finally enter you.

"Gotta be quiet baby," Stan murmured, finally sliding a finger into your entrance, expertly curling his finger to prepare you for his length. You bit your lip, hard enough to draw blood, as he added a second finger to pleasure you with.

His fingers came to a halt, and hastily he pushed his tip against your entrance. Stan’s dark eyes rolled back as he sunk into you, bringing his hand up to your mouth to stop you from mewling out loud. Your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he bottomed out inside you, your heart beat accelerating as the adrenaline kicked in. You would be in so much trouble if anyone caught you right now.

He began to thrust, his bottom lip between his teeth as he picked up the pace inside you, his fingers soaked in your arousal still covering your quivering lips.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered, a dull knocking beginning to sound from your bodies hitting the wall behind you. Neither of you cared in the moment, the thought of someone catching you leaving your mind as you felt the knot start to tighten in your lower abdomen.

Stan held you so close, rutting his hips upwards to meet your sweet spot again and again, the wet sounds of you the source of the red hue that flourished across your cheeks.

“I’m cumming baby, all in that tight little pussy,” Stan’s crude whispered words made a shiver run up your spine, “cum with me baby, I feel you getting close.”

It pushed you over the edge, waves of an intense orgasm coursing through your body as Stan filled you with his warm seed, a loud moan caught in the back of your throat. His last few thrusts were sloppy and uneven, and when he finally set you back on your feet, he captured your lips in another kiss.

“Fuck I can’t get enough of you,” Stan groaned against your lips, pulling up his boxers and fastening his pants.

He looked down at his watch, his eyes widening when he realised the time.

“Let’s buy these baby and get outta here, I gotta get going, I’m sorry angel.”

Your heart sank, but you couldn’t let him know, watching longingly as he slipped out of the stall unnoticed and answered the phone that was ringing in his blazer pocket. It was the downside of what should be only a transactional relationship.

You folded the lingerie, dressing yourself once more, and exiting the stall yourself, taking the garments to the front counter.

Stan was on the phone when he swiped his card, and you curtly thanked the retail assistant behind the counter as you left the store, who of which you thought might’ve known of your prior activities from the distasteful look on her face.

“I’m gonna call you a cab princess, I’ll be back in New York in a couple days,” Stan held out a hand to hail a taxi, still holding your bags of clothing in his firm grasp.

“Stan,” you stopped him as the cab halted in front of you on the sidewalk, “you promise you’ll see me? Come by the apartment?”

He hastily packed your shopping into the boot of the car, and then stopped in front of you. He offered you a soft smile, his eyes showing as much longing as your own as he hugged you to his chest. It wasn’t easy for him either to leave.

“Promise baby girl, I’ll see you soon.”

Stan made sure you were secure in the backseat of the cab, tapping the window as a final goodbye once you were buckled in. You watched from the side mirror as Stan disappeared into the distance, swallowed by the foot-traffic on the busy Manhattan stretch.

[silentheiss]

Seven minutes have passed since Xie Lian walked out of the bar to “have a smoke”. Gods. Xie Lian doesn’t smoke. He’s never tried smoking once in his entire life, which, if he’s honest, not even that short, too. He’s over thirty. Like, it’s less than a week before he turns thirty five, which is great! Great, cool, totally awesome. Xie Lian is so calm about it. He has a rented studio, a job that pays just enough to afford food and clothes, and, well, that’s it. That’s all he has.

He also has a social anxiety, which doesn’t really count, of course, and which, for some inexplicable reason, makes him hurriedly pluck a lit cigarette out of stranger’s hand when one of his coworkers comes out to look for him.

“Xie Lian?” Mo Huan asks, raising his eyebrows. “Are you alright?”

“Sure.” Xie Lian smiles, waving a cigarette in front of his face. “Just, you know. Smoking.”

“Yeah.” Mo Huan smirks. “I see.”

Xie Lian watches him walk away, joining a group of young looking girls and making them laugh just a second after. Xie Lian thinks he should be jealous of that ability, but all he feels is disgust. But also he feels, he realizes belatedly, the eyes of a stranger he stole a cigarette from, boring a hole in his head.

“Uh,” Xie Lian smiles, turning to face the man who’s looking at him questioningly. “Sorry?”

The man is handsome. Unfairly so. He’s wearing a leather trench coat, dark red and unbuttoned, flapping softly in the summer breeze. His long, black hair is messy and covers one side of his face. Xie Lian feels small, underdressed, and kind of cheap.

The man smiles at him as if Xie Lian is the supernova and it makes him feel even worse.

“That’s alright.” He smirks. “It’s about to burn you, though.”

Xie Lian looks at the cigarette clutched in his fingers and his eyes widen. It’s smoldering, slowly but surely, the red tip almost touching the dry skin of his knuckles now, and-

“Would you like me to take it back?” The man asks, sounding amused and gentle at the same time, reaching a hand towards Xie Lian’s.

“Oh.” Xie Lian is so lost, all of a sudden. “Sure?”

Long fingers swiftly pull the cigarette out of his hands, and in the reddish light of bar’s neon sign Xie Lian notices that stranger’s knuckles are all bloody.

“Are you okay?” He asks, before he can really think about it. The man chuckles quietly and Xie Lian flushes, suddenly wishing to be back in a stuffy bar.

“I’m quite alright. You should see the other guy, though.”

Xie Lian catches the man’s smooth hand movement and follows it with his eyes. He sees another man, tall and slim, wiping the blood off his lip with a back of his hand.

“Oh.” Xie Lian says. And then he falls silent. He’s not sure what to say next, not sure where to look. He has the feeling that the man in front of him is still looking at him, though he’s too anxious to actually look and check.

“Do you want a bandaid?” Xie Lian hears himself ask several long seconds later.

“I would love one.” Stranger practically purrs. Xie Lian looks at him, suddenly amused, and raises an eyebrow questioningly. He doesn’t seem to be that much concerned with the state of his hands, after all. Definitely not concerned enough to warrant a bandaid. But Xie Lian did suggest it, so he promptly fishes out his wallet from his back pocket and takes out a string of colorful bandaids he keeps in there just in case. When he rips one off and hands it to the stranger, though, the latter just looks at him, his visible eye suddenly shining and his brow furrowed.

“What?” Xie Lian asks.

“I don’t think I can apply it properly with just my left hand.” The man says, sounding every bit petulant that he doesn’t look.

Xie Lian finds himself obliging, nevertheless. He takes stranger’s cool hand and pretends he doesn’t notice it when it jerks minutely in his grasp. Ah! He asked for it, why does he seem surprised now?

With careful fingers Xie Lian places the bandaid so it covers first two knuckles, the ones where the skin is actually broken.

“There!” He smiles. “Feeling better now?”

“Much better.” The man answers, voice a little raspy. “Thank you.”

Xie Lian looks at him, then at his hand that he’s still holding, and feels his cheeks redden even more than before. He relaxes his fingers, expecting newly patched up hand to fall from his grasp, but it doesn’t. So, now he’s just awkwardly holding someone’s hand on his open palm. It feels way more intimate than it actually is, fuck.

Xie Lian kind of wants to fall through the cracks in the dirty, sticky asphalt under his feet.

[lmelodie]

Sorry for the late night BlackIce Diteline double date that goes somewhere. Idk what the fuck happened but this is just the aftermath.

This had gotten WAY more out of hand then either of them had expected.

Getting into the trouble was no big deal. Having to deal with a horde of enemies that they've accidently pissed off was just a regular Tuesday for the Frosts, practically considered scheduled at this point. But both siblings have failed to account for the presence of their respective partners that were also dragged into this whole mess. Both of them poking their heads over the barricade they managed to duck behind, watching the carnage finally subside after what felt like an eternity.

The clearing was scattered with the weapons and bodies of the enemy, the commotion of the pair nearly single-handedly clearing out the onslaught was finally settling. A few ice structures and piles of snow were left over from when the siblings had first instigated the fight, but are overshadowed by the downed tree, cavernous trenches scraped into the ground and the remains of the horde.

Dite is heavily panting as she plucks the end of her spear out of the last victim, somehow managing to spare most of her nice top from the blood, letting her wings droop from her shoulders and brush against the ground when she can finally catch her breath.

Killian reforms from the surrounding darkness, absolutely drenched in blood from his more crude dismemberment methods. He reforms on his knees and spits out the severed paw of one of the beasts, wiping the corner of his mouth in a vain attempt to clean off the bile. 

Both Frosts are too stunned to speak. They simply stare down the wreckage that surrounds them when cautiously step out from behind the rampart.

“Are you guys okay?” Dite askes with a shining enthusiasm between breaths.

“We’re fine,” Jacquline replies, stepping over a pile of remains. 

Dite is quick to meet her half way, shrinking and pocketing the spear back onto her bracelet, “This was a good date! Even if it did stray a little bit from the plan.” Dite takes Jacqueline by the shoulders and leans down to plant a small kiss on the top of her head, making Jacqueline freeze up and blush slightly with a wide grin spreading across her face.

“Well, at least you guys still had fun. It was an entertaining detour,” Jacqueline replies, the frost on her roots already making their way out the door when Dite drapes one arm around her waist.

“If that's how you want to phrase it,” Jack grumbles, watching Killian off to the side, shifting over to lay down on his back with his arms splayed out to either side. “Are you dead? You better have left me something good in your will if you're dead.”

 And Jack takes not even a step towards when he spots something, freezes and immediately throws his head back with an annoyed scoff, “Oh god damn it Kills! Sloppy much?”

Both girls are interrupted when they glance over and Jacqueline gasps, “AH! Kills!! There's an arrow in your leg!”

Killian glances down to the straight arrow sticking out of his left calf, “Huh? Oh, yeah, that. Ehhh it's fine.”

The others are quick to gather around him, offering to help him up but being shooed away.

“It's NOT okay! How are you just sitting there!? It's like, all the way through!” Jacqueline wide armed gestures to said arrow.

“I told you to go left instead of right,” Dite remarks. “You always keep an eye on the projectiles, rule number one!”

“That was your left, not my left.”

“Taking down the archers was your job.”

Jack chimes in, “Honestly, I thought you were better than this Kills.”

“Oh fuck you. Fat load of help you were during all that,” Killian rolls his eyes and reaches into his coat, pulling out a box of cigarettes. He plucks one out and holds his arm straight up to Jack from the floor. Jack glances down at his hand, sighs in resignation, and pulls out a small silver lighter from his own jacket and lights the cigarette for him.

“Here, let us help you and we can get you to the springs,” Dite offers when crouching down next to him.

Killian narrows his eyes while taking a long, therapeutic drag, “You take me anywhere near the springs and all of you die.”

“Hey man, what do you got against the springs? It literally only helps you, and you need help,” Jacqueline retorts.

“On multiple levels,” Jack adds.

“Would everyone relax? I got my leg caught in a bear trap once. This is but a scratch.”

Jacquline squats down to try and help him again but he smacks her hand away, “If anyone touches me, I'll be putting this arrow through your throat.”

Jacqulie deadpans when retracting her hand, “Try and help out a guy one time, and this is how I'm treated? Unbelievable.”

But when Jack holds out his hand for the same offer, Killian pauses.

“Stop being dramatic. I promise we're not going to the springs, I'll just take you home.”

The switch is noticeable, nearly instantaneous when he gives little thought to taking his hand, keeping the cigarette in place in his mouth when standing back up with his assistance and slinging one of his arms around Jack's shoulders. 

“Kills, why are you the way that you are?” Jacqueline light heartedly asks.

Killian takes another drag before answering, “As if there is anything wrong with my personality to begin with.”

“Well maybe more like,” she swivels her head around to get another look at the war zone, “your psyche.”

“Hm, what do you think?” he asks, glancing back to Jack.

“I think you belong in a straight jacket.”

“Those don't work on me. They didn't account for someone dislocating all their bones to get out.”

“Yeah because that's not a normal thing to do, you freak of nature.”

He cracks a small grin, “I think it should be. Better place, world peace. Harmony.”

Jack can't help but let a small tired smile slip, “We're leaving. Jacqueline, Dite, I'll see you around.”

“It's been real. Thank you all for nothing.”

In a cloud of blue sparks the pair of them disappear, leaving the two girls left in the wreckage. 

“I've said it once, I've said it a million times,” Jacquline says, “I don't get them.”

 Dite grins, placing a hand on her girlfriend's shoulder, “I think it's sweet. I’m all about finding a happiness like that.”

“Well I know I have mine,” she replies, taking Dite by the shoulders and looking her over. “Do you want to go to the springs? Are you hurt anywhere? Do you have a secret mortal wound you've been hiding?”

Dite softly chuckles, “Just bruises and scrapes. But if you want to hang out at the springs together we can.”

“It would just make me feel better. Just a little bit.”

“Then lead the way, love.”

Jacqueline melts just a bit at the name before locking their arms with one of her hands on her hips, “This way m’lady!”

The both of them also poof away in a cloud of lighter colored sparks, respectively going off to recuperate as well.

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"That'll be $10.95," I say in my barely awake tone, trying to make it through the next five minutes so I can finally clock out. The tall ginger nods and pulls out his wallet; it's barely a wallet anymore with how it's falling apart. He has become one of the regulars, at least for my shift. Getting the same pack of cigarettes every month, the only thing different is the amount of lighters this guy goes through. If I were asked to give a number on how many he buys a month, it would be around six.

"Here, $11…" he says quietly, bringing me back to reality. Holding out the two bills in front of me, I ring his items up, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, giving him back a nickel in the process. After the transaction is complete, he grabs the items and shoves them in his pocket, turning the corner after exiting the store.

Sighing after a deep breath, I look around. There's nothing to clean up tonight. The night shift guy comes from the back of the store and walks up beside me behind the counter.

"Slow night, let's hope it stays that way through my shift too…" he says.

I nod and pat the counter, not really wanting to stay and chat. "Well, it's time for me to head out. See ya-" After clocking out for the day, I step outside the store and close my eyes as my head tilts up. Taking a deep breath in, I look to the right. The ginger regular is there, leaning against the wall. He's listening to something on his Walkman as he writes or draws in a small book and smokes.

Walking to the side, I pull out my pack of cigarettes and check my pockets for my lighter. After a few seconds of searching, I pull one out of my back pocket, trying to ignite it for the smallest flame, only to find it empty.

"Damn…" I try to play it off, hoping no one saw me struggle with the lighter. I turn to the guy, still writing in his journal. Walking over to him, he glances hesitantly back and forth from the book to me.

"Hey, can you give me a light?" I say awkwardly, smiling at him.

He nods quickly and shyly as he pockets the pen and book in the inner pocket of his trench coat. He swiftly pulls out the lighter he just bought and lights it.

"Here, long day?" he says through his shy demeanor as he pockets the lighter.

"Yeah…" I stand next to him, leaning against the store wall, taking a drag of the cigarette, letting the bitter smoke enter my lungs.

"So, not to sound intrusive but, why do you buy so many lighters?" I say, trying to make small talk with him. He looks away and thinks for a second before responding.

"I like watching fires. I uhm… have a fire pit behind my house and a lot of candles inside my house too…" he says in a slightly hushed tone. I can tell he doesn't talk much to other people.

"Oh, nice." I respond before we both go silent, just enjoying the weather before the wind picks up. The air starts to become damp and cold, and I take a last drag of my cigarette before putting it out. He does the same by smothering his with the sole of his boot as he sighs. "Well, it was nice meeting you," he says in a low tone.

"Yeah, you too. Hey, thanks for letting me use your lighter. I'll see you around?" I say, feeling just a bit more awkward than a few seconds before. Scratching the back of my neck as I smile.

"Hell yeah, sounds nice." A soft, subtle smile appears on his face, and I look up to see my awkward reflection staring back from his shades. Watching as his long hair blows in the wind, and the goatee, though slightly untamed, completes the look.

"Hey, you alright?" He asks, snapping me out of my trance. "Oh. I- I'm sorry, really- I'm sorry I was staring, storms coming I should probably go." Flustered, I look down, not wanting to make eye contact with him. "Yeah, we should start to leave. Well, see you-" I see a hand come into my view. Looking up, he has an awkward smile on his face. I reach to shake his hand, and it's firm and strong.

Nodding, he turns away, fidgeting with his Walkman to turn it up. I feel disappointed as he leaves, wanting to stay and chat with him more. Walking back to my car, rain starts to fall. As I get into my car, the rain becomes heavy. I hope that the ginger got into his car or got home before it started pouring. Turning the car on, the radio starts to play some music, but I quickly put one of my cassettes into the player, Type O Negative's album Bloody Kisses.

[miraruinada]

The entire view was mesmerizing, dizzying. She found herself gripping the railing of the rooftop to keep her steady. Something about how the city whirred past them, stayed awake even at such a late hour, frenzied and perpetually moving, while all she did in this little forgotten rooftop was look at it all in a calmed trance, forgotten to everything in this city but the stranger leaning on the railing beside her, made her feel so unimportant. Like she could just disappear. Like she could just forget the past. Like she could just relax, at least for a moment.

She enjoyed it.

Her eyes never strayed from the rooftop’s view, but she does hear the sound of a lighter flicking open. That metallic click, the spin of the striker wheel, sparks setting fire to fuel. Then she smelled the stench of tobacco.

“This is what you wanted to show me, huh?”

“You looked like you were having fun watching the city in the train car. The burger joint.”

She blinks, then turns her head to the stranger beside her. Their elbows perched on the railing, their back leaning against the bar, a lit cigarette between their fingertips suspended in the air and the smoke billowing a signal, its wisps framing their face; a face turned in her direction, watching only her.

A passing airship’s light catches their face at just the right angle, the beam of light hitting their eyes, highlighting them and the red roots marking their sclera.

The glow of their golden irises fixed on her.

She blinked twice, her sight skipping to their chest, then back to the city. Heat on her face, embarrassment at realizing she was being watched when she thought she was the only one watching.

“Observant…” she barely snaps back. The best she could come up with.

“Part of the job,” the stranger answers.

They reach into their pocket and a pack of cigarettes is presented in front of the woman’s face. She shakes her head.

“Why do you smoke?” she asks, still unwilling to see their face at the moment.

“To send my prayers to the heavens.”

“You don’t strike me the religious type.”

“It helps calm the anxiety of a dangerous lifestyle.”

“Smoking is already a dangerous lifestyle.”

“I’ll see what kills me first.”

~*~

Ayalu takes a drag from the cigarette offered to her. She coughs the lungful, takes another drag and coughs again. The burning in her lungs. The stinging in her eyes. Smoking is a terrible habit. It hurts. How can anyone like this?

Then the nicotine hits.

It doesn’t slow her racing heart, nor does it stop the quaking of her body, but it does something else. It brings clarity. A sense of distorted serenity, a sort of emotion where alertness clears the focus onto a single fixation: the paper tube of rolled tobacco and its filter, the lit end burning brighter at every drag.

She realizes then how this could be addictive.

Her shaking hand drops the revolver to the ground and her freezing fingers wrap around the warmth surrounding the burning tobacco.

“Better?” asks the voice of the one who offered the cigarette. In the cold of the night, steam escapes the mouth. Their black turtleneck isn’t enough to keep the chill away, but their trench coat is draped over her.

“Not better. Different,” she responds to Lucero.

“Different is better.”

“I guess,” she scoffs out.

While she stays kneeling against the lamp post, they pick up the revolver from the ground and reach into one of the front pockets of their trench coat, Ayalu moves her body to make it easier to reach. They fish out a handkerchief and wipe the prints off the revolver and pick up the casing of the bullet that was fired.

“Is what I did wrong?” she asks.

“It all depends on you.”

“There’s no going back…”

“Once you’ve killed, you’re a killer. Forever. Yes, no going back.”

“My hand was forced,” she repeats from earlier.

“You had the choice.”

“My hand was forced.”

“Fate didn’t pull the trigger. It only put the gun in your hand.”

Ayalu sighs. Deeply. The smoke out her lungs obscuring her face from Lucero.

“When will I be free of fate? It hurts. I don’t like hurting others.”

“We all hurt others. Others hurt us.”

“I still don’t like it. Is there nothing you can add that isn’t being a contrarian?”

“Freedom isn’t a state. It’s a contingency. The possibility that we will be free to make a choice in the future. The true choices are the ones we make only in their time, the aftershocks of which we experience the only time we can contemplate them.”

“The owl of Minerva, right?”

“Philosophy always arrives late.”

“Then, who is truly free?”

Lucero places a hand on Ayalu’s platinum hair.

“Freedom is a contingency. What you must learn to do to live freely is to be awake at dusk. Then you’ll learn how to sublate fate.”

“It sounds like you’re trying to make me into you.”

“We are most ourselves when we reflect within others.”

“You’re so annoying,” she tries a sardonic laugh. A grin. It doesn’t help.

[hardworlders]

Mandala Volume 1 Hardworlder | Book 1 The Office Job - Chapter 2: The Diner

Two killers walk into a greasy spoon. One says to the other-

What started as a sheet metal taco stand next to an auto shop was now a fully built restaurant, its wide windows covered in fluorescent advertisements for specials that never went away, and a small drive-through window punched into the side. Truckers and office workers sat side by side under humming fluorescent lights, pressed against walls covered in framed newspapers and fake memorabilia. Cheap cooking oil smoked on hash browns, and scents of coffee and bacon floated by in little pockets.

A blonde woman in a navy trench coat sat near the front window, arms folded, legs crossed, coiled like a snake. Her coffee steamed untouched on the table and she watched the door with prepared disappointment.

A black SUV pulled up to the fractured cement ramp out front. A broad man in a Burberry trench over an Adidas tracksuit got out of the center door and smiled like the world had rolled into his trap. He made it halfway to the entrance and remembered the cigarette dangling from his mouth. He took one last kiss-you-goodbye drag and flicked it away. The smoke clung to his head as he stepped through the door.

“Good morning sir. Table or booth?” the hostess called to him. He pointed and walked towards the blonde woman, who watched him with a look like disgust but less passionate.

“Morning,” he said in a low tone that told everyone around to stop listening. His SUV parked in a spot just outside the window and a tall thin man in a charcoal suit stepped out of the driver’s door and lit a cigarette. The blonde woman felt that if a bomb went off, he would just shrug and take another drag. She sighed and looked back across the table.

“Good morning. I’m Theresa,” said Lindsey, green eyes sharpened under thick brown eyebrows. She had a soft round face, held in a controlled pose of contempt, with a chin strong enough to make it work. The man took off his sunglasses and blinked his flashing brown eyes at her.

“Nice to meet you, Theresa. I’m Malachi,” said Philip, smiling.

Lindsey squeezed her coffee cup in a way that let him and anyone else still watching know she wanted to throw it at him.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Wait...”

He held up his hand and spun around as the waitress walked up behind him.

“Four scrambled eggs, four pieces of white buttered toast, four big ass pieces of bacon, and a pot, like the whole damn pitcher, of coffee. Thanks.”

He turned around and the waitress scratched on a notepad.

“Write while you walk, babe.” She grimaced and marched off. He smiled and reached over the table for Lindsey’s cup.

“You never drink your coffee.”

“I don’t see the point,” she said. He laughed and his bulging cheekbones jumped on his face.

“No fun at all. Here.”

He handed her a phone. She turned it on with her thumbprint and pulled up a file labeled Paul. It gave his home address, employer, favorite bars and clubs, work schedule, and friends (the smallest portion). There was also a black and white photo and some handwritten notes in the margins.

“What’s all this shit on the sides?”

“That’s my notes.” He leaned back in his seat proudly and stretched. His wide chest tested the zipper on the tracksuit.

“I can’t read it. Is she sure about his job? It doesn’t seem like he would go for it.” According to the file, he worked at a large insurance company as a shift supervisor. Usually, they were venture capitalists or something.

“They made sure,” said Philip. He grunted at the end of his stretch and brought his hands together on the table.

“They?”

“Yea, Mom and, uh, Rochelle. Went in together while he was out.” He finished the coffee and set the cup down at the edge of the table.

“So, he’s not up?”

“No.” He looked back towards the kitchen. A few people who had been staring at them looked away hurriedly and he smiled at the side of their heads.

“Then he’s being watched,” Lindsey said. Philip, seeing no sign of his food, leaned forward over the table.

“Probably. That’s what my notes said.” He pointed at the phone.

“Any clue who’s covering him?”

“No idea. I don’t think they’re anyone big time, though.” Lindsey was about to tell him what his assumptions were worth to her when the waitress came up from the kitchen. She set down the plate of eggs, bacon and toast, the pot of coffee, and a smaller plate with three pancakes.

“Pancakes?”

“They come with all breakfast combos,” the waitress said icily.

“Does it count as a combo? Thought it was, like, à la carte.” She was already gone, so he looked at Lindsey instead. “I guess since I ordered so much?”

“Was there something else or can I leave you to your food?” She had tried to get him to just leave the goddamned phone somewhere else, but he had said he was ‘already on the road’. She had been trained not to meet up unless absolutely necessary. The boss had told her Philip was old school, but every job so far had her doubting it.

He pulled his jacket off and let it hang on the back of the seat. A few of the truckers who had been watching from a booth started talking quietly about the obvious shape of body armor under his tracksuit. He unrolled the silverware from the napkin and cleared his throat.

“Have you seen Monkey? She hasn’t touched base yet.”

Lindsey let the silence grow before she spoke, low and sharp.

“Who?”

Philip realized his blunder. “God dammit, Beth, or whatever. Our driver?”

Lindsey stayed quiet.

“Fine, well, if you hear anything, just let me know.”

“Is that all?”

“Yea. No! You know where the new guy is on this?” he pointed with his knife and dripped syrup on the table.

She just glared at him, so he sighed and started forking his food.

“All right, whatever. It’d be nice to know. Like there’s microphones in the silverware or some shit.”

Outside the diner, Lindsey stopped next to the man in the charcoal suit and pretended to check her phone.

“The less words that come out of his mouth, the better.” She said just loud enough for him to hear. He smiled and flicked a butt on the ground.

“You haven’t seen him work,” he said to the wind. She glanced up at the sky and walked off across the parking lot. Last night's rain had broken into thin fragments of clouds, and a bright ring of silver morning reached over the banks and fast-food places like an explosion frozen in the air. It was one of those electric days where every sound carried for miles. What a day to die.

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[expectos-writings]

Bad habits (Doc Ock x F!reader)

Word count: 4015

Rating: M (smut smut smut, also smoking a bit and drinking but mostly smuttt)

After a night out with Peter and MJ, you meet a stranger on the streets

(A/n: my first smut in a long time, though not bad, if I say so myself ahahaha. Here’s to all the doc ock simps out there)

‘Are you sure you guys are leaving already?! It’s only 3 am!’ you complained. You were having a drink with a few classmates of your who had started leaving gradually until for the last two hours it had been just you, Peter and MJ. But now they too were heading home.

‘It’s 3 am already Y/n!’ MJ complained. And who could blame them, they are assured they don’t have to spend the night alone.

You rolled your eyes, but you let them leave without further complaints. As they walk towards the door you shout after them, your alcohol fuzzed mind only now remembering this detail.

‘Hey who is going to pay for your drinks then?!’

‘We’ll pay you back tomorrow. Goodnight, Y/n~’ MJ and peter said, she held her arm linked in his as they passed by the bar window.

Now it was just you.

You mentioned towards the bartender, letting him know you were not leaving, just going out for a smoke. Bad habit, but no one was there to judge. Once outside you look left and right, making sure your friends really were gone, and then you lit a cigarette. The smoke filled your lungs at the first drag and the calming feeling from the nicotine mixed perfectly with the dizziness from the alcohol.

 You looked down the street as you blew the smoke out, watching it fly up illuminated by the lights on the city centre. All around you could still hear people out, talking, shouting, drinking… it gave you a lonely feeling.

 ‘Excuse me?’

 The voice behind you made you jump. You turned around quickly to see who had crept up at you at 3 in the morning. It was a tall man, eyes hidden by shades and a big smirk on his handsome face. His brown hair looked messy on his head, and he was wearing a big trench coat. In your dunk haze you don’t recognize the face of a man you’d seen in the news countless of times, robbing banks, wrecking a city, taking a girl hostage, and what not. To you, it was just a handsome stranger on the streets. A bit older, sure, but you weren’t complaining. Again, bad habit.

 As you studied him you take another drag before speaking ‘can I help you?’.

 He reached into an inner pocket from his big coat. In a split second you had pulled a knife out, holding it out in front of you blocking his hand from reaching outside of his coat again. Being Peter Parkers best friend meant you knew he was spider man, and he had taught you some tricks to defend yourself. Plus, wasn’t it just common sense as a woman alone at night to be able to defend yourself?

 At your action he looked up at you, shocked at first but then realizing and letting out a soft chuckle.

 ‘I am so sorry, dear …’ he looked at you expectantly.

 ‘Y/n…’ you answered cautiously, curious where this was going.

 ‘Y/n…’ he tested your name before continuing, ‘I was just coming up to ask you for a lighter, I seem to have left my matches at home and I saw you standing there I thought I could try but I hadn’t realized how creepy it must’ve looked to you, a strange old man reaching into his coat…’ he spoke softly, trying to convince you he meant no harm. You drew your knife back slightly, giving him room to pull his arm out. He was holding a big cigar. As you realized he was no threat you quickly put away your knife. You can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous the situation was. At seeing you smile, he also let a chuckle escape his lips.

 ‘I’m so sorry,’ you say, handing him your lighter, ‘it’s been a long night.’

 ‘Oh yeah?’ he answers, taking the lighter and lighting up his cigar. ‘What is a girl like you doing out this late?’ he asks as he takes a drag of the cigar and handing you your lighter back.

 ‘I was out with friends, unfortunately they had to leave some time ago.’

 ‘Is everything alright here?’ The bartender comes out to ask. You’ve been a regular there for some time now and he noticed you talking to a stranger. But when he saw you two were just talking and smoking, he was reassured.

 ‘Yes, everything is fine.’ You reply, smiling up at the tall and handsome stranger you had just met.

 ‘It’s getting quite late, so I’m doing a last call. Can I get you two anything?’

 You looked at your watch. Damn, you’ve been out there talking to this man for longer than you anticipated.

 3.30 AM.

 ‘I’m afraid I’ve kept you out here in the cold long enough, dear. You can go back in, I’ll be on my way.’ The man says as he puts out the cigar put and drops in on the streets.

 ‘I could, yes. But,’ Is this a good idea? Probably not, but the alcohol had made you bold tonight. Plus, if the man had any dark intentions he would have already done as he pleased. ‘Why don’t you join me for a drink?’ you ask him.

 He seems a bit taken aback by this, but he keeps smiling. He in intrigued by you.

 ‘Do you often have drinks with strangers you meet on the streets whom you first threaten with a knife?’ he asks, raising an eyebrow.

 You had forgotten about your first impression. Then again, first impressions were almost always wrong. You couldn’t help but laugh at his words, there was something playful in his voice letting you know he was just being sarcastic.

 ‘I’d never ask if I met them any other way.’ You said with a wink. Feeling bold once again, you took his arm and dragged him into the bar. The bartender was already cleaning up some glasses when you walked in.

 ‘What can I get you two?’ the man behind the bar asked. You had been drinking beers with your friends all night, and you knew mixing alcohols was a bad idea, but what the heck, it was last call. You ordered a red wine and your newly met companion said ‘make it two’ before you sat down at one of the tables. The bar was as good as empty, only a handful of people were still sitting at a table in the far corner, looking quite scared at the sight of your companion. Why though? You’d only realize that later on.

 ‘I just realized, I never asked you your name!’ you say as the bartender comes up to your table to bring you your drinks. You immediately take a sip of it, the taste a nice contrast to the flavour of beer still lingering in your mouth.

 ‘You really don’t recognize me, do you?’ he says, pulling off his shades revealing his big brown eyes. Then something inside your brain clicked. The big coat, those eyes, the cigar… my god, you’re having a drink with Otto Octavius!

 ‘…. Wow.’ You say, taking this information in and while taking a big sip of your drink. Nevertheless, you sit back in your seat, crossing your legs and getting comfortable.

 ‘To what do I owe the honour of having a drink with doctor Octavius himself?’ You ask him, he lets out a huff.

 ‘I think we can leave the formalities behind us, sweetheart. Call me Otto.’ He shoots back.

 ‘Alright then,’ you continue, ‘Otto, what brings you here in the middle of the night?’. You rephrase your question.

 ‘Well, I won’t bother you with the gory details, but ever since the… accident…’ he starts, and for a minute you think he trailed off in thoughts. That is until you feel a cold metal actuator at your ankle, slowly moving up your calf, brushing your knee before setting on your thigh. You almost choke on your drink as you gasp in surprise. He chuckles ‘well, sleep does not come easy for me anymore.’ He continues, something in his demeanour has changed. His eyes look darker and more dangerous. It was also in his voice.

 And it turned you on.

 You should be freaked out, right? Doc Ock sitting opposite you in a bar at 3.30 in the morning with a blood alcohol level high enough you won’t be able to drive, not even tomorrow. But with one of the ends of the actuator rubbing circles on your thigh, you couldn’t care less.

 You felt your cheeks redden at the contact, and Otto immediately notices.

 ‘Oh? That’s a change in behaviour right there. Something wrong, dear?’ He asks with a wolfish grin. You give him a look, trying to tell him to behave. The bartender was still looking over at the two of you every now and then. You hoped he couldn’t see or would not notice the actuator still gripping at your thigh.

 The two of you made some more light conversation, all the while he kept his actuator on your leg, but it never moved. The red wine made you yearn for contact, he could see it in your eyes. Your pupils grew bigger by the minute and by the time your glasses were empty, the conversation you two had died down in tension. You both could feel it.

 ‘I am going to freshen up for a bit, will you still be here when I come back?’ you ask- no, beg him. It is written all over your face that you want him. He knows. His actuator lets go of your leg to allow you to stand up.

 ‘I wouldn’t dream of leaving, sweetheart.’ He said with a wink. You stood up and walked towards the bathroom, stumbling slightly as you did so. When you washed your hands, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Is this happening? Your head is spinning a bit but not too much.

 You shut the water off and reach into your bag to re-do your make up a bit, you hadn’t touched it up since 10 pm. The washroom was quiet except for a radio quietly streaming some pop music.

 My bad habit lead to late nights ending alone,

Conversations with a stranger I barely know,

Swearing this will be the last but it probably won’t

I got nothing left to lose, or use, or do

 You laugh at the speaker. Nice timing.

 When you walk back into the bar you see Otto getting ready to leave. He eyes you up and down as you walk towards him.

 ‘You look stunning.’ He says, there is a hungry tone in his voice, and it goes straight to your core.

 ‘Easy, tiger.’ You respond with a wink as you turn to the bartender to pay off your tab. You pull out your wallet, but the man puts a hand on it. ‘No need, miss. Your friend here already paid.’

 You turn to Otto. ‘You shouldn’t have! I got this. How much do I owe you?’ you ask, ready to hand him the money.

 ‘A drink is all you owe me, darling. And I can think of another way you could repay me...’ He says. Smooth piece of…

 You put your wallet back in your purse, grumbling something about ‘masculinity’ and ‘independent women’, making Otto smile. You wave goodbye at the bartender before leaving the bar, the door locks behind you.

 ‘So, what happens now?’ you ask Otto, not sure where to go from here.

 ‘If you want,’ he starts, standing directly in front of you now and placing his hands on your waist, he leans in so his mouth is right next to your ear ‘we could go back to my place?’.

 You shudder at the idea. You want this. You want him. And it sure looks like those feelings are mutual.

 You don’t know if it was the alcohol or some primal need for human touch controlling you, but instead of answering you pull back a bit, placing your hands on his coat as you pulled him in for a kiss. It was needy, teeth clashing as you both pulled at each other trying to get closer.

 ‘Get a room!’ some thug down the street yelled at you two. Big mistake. Before even breaking the kiss one of the actuators was zooming towards the man, gripping him tightly and pulling him towards you. Otto steps back so you are not near the guy when the actuator approaches.

 ‘Who do you think you are? Hmm? Big boy out on the streets at night.’ Otto snaps, the light on the inside of the actuator turning red. The man was too stunned to speak.

 ‘Otto let him go please.’ You say softly grabbing his arm. ‘Don’t let this idiot ruin the night, we should be going to your place now, not picking a fight with a stranger on the streets.’

 His eyes soften at your touch, and the actuator loosens up just long enough for the man to escape its clutch and run away down the street.

 Otto looks at his back until he is out of sight, then turns to you. ‘So, you want to come back to my place, huh?’ he says. All you can do is nod. He grabs your chin and pulls you closer to his face. ‘Use your words, pet.’

 ‘Yes’, your voice is so soft you were pretty sure he hadn’t heard you. But then he leaned closer, whispering in your ear ‘good girl’ before kissing you passionately once more. He swooped you up into his arms and let the actuators carry you both to his place. You held your arms around his neck as the actuator took you to his apartment as quickly as possible.

 While the actuators moved the two of you around, you moved your head to kiss his neck. Otto gasped in surprise, but the actuators took it as a sign to move faster, and within no time you were inside his appartement, the metal appendages frantically opening and closing doors until you were in his bedroom.

 When you finally stood back on the ground you immediately pulled him down again, kissing him hungrily. You quickly unzipped and threw your coat to the side before your hands snaked around his neck as his hands landed on your waist, already feeling up your sides under your shirt. You pushed his coat of his shoulders, he was wearing a black shirt underneath.

 You pushed him back onto the bed, so he was sitting on the edge while you went to straddle his hips before reconnecting your lips. One of his hands went down to your waist while the other made it’s way to your hair, tugging at it. You moaned at the sensation, and he slipped his tongue in your mouth. His other hand on your waist guided your hips so you would grind down on his, which you happily did.

 You felt his erection through his leather trousers, and to say he was well endowed was an understatement. You gripped his shoulders to grind down on him more easily. The friction was enough to satisfy the aching of your clit, but you needed more. Your hands slid down his shirt, trying to tug it off of him.

 ‘Not yet, be patient my dear.’ He said in a husky voice. Your head dropped to his shoulder as you grind down on him more forcefully, needing more friction. Then suddenly he pushed you off of him. You stood in front of him with a questioning look on your face. Had you done something wrong?

 ‘Do not forget who is in charge here.’ He said, his pupils were dilated, and he had that hungry look in his eyes again. It made your knees weak.

 ‘Strip for me.’

 You immediately did as you were told. His power over you was clear. You swayed your hips lightly to the song still playing in your head from earlier.

 You took your shirt off sensually, gripping the bottom and pushing it up slowly. You paused a bit before pushing it over your chest and off of you. Otto growled at the sight of your black lace bra. You took of your trousers in the same slow fashion, leaving you in just your black lace lingerie set.

 My bad habits lead to wide eyes stare into space

And I know I'll lose control of the things that I say

Yeah, I was lookin' for a way out, now I can't escape

Nothin' happens after two, it's true, it's true

My bad habits lead to you

 You thought Otto couldn’t get more feral looking than he was when you started to strip.

 You were wrong.

 Something took over in him, as if he wasn’t already in full control of the situation. You stopped stripping, curious if this was stripped enough or if he meant all the way. But before you could ask him, he was up already. His hands were all over you, touching your almost fully exposed frame like a starved man. His lips were on yours again, and it was pure passion.

 You hadn’t noticed one of the actuators going up behind you to unhook your bra, but before you knew it the garment had joined your other clothes on the floor. He kissed down you neck, sucking at that one spot that made your knees even weaker. Your fingers curled in his dark locks. Otto moved further down, taking one of your nipples in his mouth while his fingers played with the other one. You threw your head back as you pulled him closer to your chest, moaning out his name as you did.

 Hearing you say his name made him lose it completely. He switched you two around and pushed you onto the bed. There was no need to use his actuators to do this, he is a strong man. Then his lips connected back on your neck, making you arch you back. Your hips started to grind, trying to find any relieve for the aching. Before you found any his hands had pinned you down firmly on the mattress.

 ‘I said ‘be patient’, sweetheart.’ His words made you moan. You were like putty in his hand. You were about to protest when you felt his hands on your hips hooking his fingers into your panties. Before you could lift your hips to let him take them off, he ripped them right off your body. You gasped at the cold air hitting your core.

 ‘Now, I want you to lay still for a bit wile I have my fun. Don’t you dare hold back those beautiful sounds.’ He whispered in your ear. You nodded, understanding his command and lightly arching your back when he went down your body to flick your nipples once more. You were whimpering desperately, needing him. The contrast of his still clothed body on your naked form made you shiver.

 Then he kissed further down your belly, and you felt a finger go through your folds, from your entrance to your clit, collecting your juices before starting to rub slow circles on your clit. The friction and relief of finally being touched made you cry out his name, followed by a few curses and moans. This man knew what he was doing alright.

 He keeps kissing further and further down, until he swiftly replaces his fingers with his tongue. Once again you moan out his name and throw your head back. He licks and sucks at your clit in the most perfect ways, his hands wrapping around your legs to lift them over his shoulders and keep them there. You were completely at his mercy.

 Within a few moments you could feel your legs starting to shake. He noticed it too and smiled while quickening his pace. Your hands gripped his hair pushing him into you a bit more.

 ‘Fuck… Otto… Don’t stop’ you moan out. He didn’t stop and you feel your orgasm crashing down on you. Waves of pleasure made your back arch, and your legs shake. But he had a strong hold on your legs, keeping you in place while he keeps eating you out. You were an overstimulated mess. Moaning and weakly trying to push him away with your hands, but he was stronger.

 You were forced to lie back as your vision went white with pure extasy. Only when your muscles have out and your orgasm has finally died down to small shocks he stops, wiping his mouth on his sleeves as he moves back up to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and you love it.

 While you were trying to collect yourself after your high, Otto undressed himself. You felt yourself being moved up the bed by his actuators and placed with your head upon a pillow. Then he was on top of you. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, placing your hand on his neck to pull him in for a kiss. He waited a bit longer, just kissing you until your breathing was back to semi-normal again.

 Then he pushed his fully erect cock against your folds, moving up and down to collect some of your juices from your previous orgasm. You were still sensitive from that one and moaned into his mouth as you felt him. He keeps repeating that motion a few more times before you speak up.

 ‘Please, Otto, fuck me’ you moan out.

 ‘Once again, I said ‘be patient’’ he chuckles making you groan out in frustration. Then he moves his lips against your neck again. ‘But seeing as you asked so nicely…’ he adds and suddenly thrusts into you. You both moan out, he was stretching you in the best way possible while the feeling of you around him made his head spin.

 He gives you the time you need to adjust to his size, and when you start bucking your hips, he takes it as his sign to start moving. You were still lightheaded from your previous high, but you could feel the coil in your abdomen start to tighten again. Otto pounding into you mercilessly, he is close already. You can feel his cock twitching slightly inside you as he moans your name in your neck.

 ‘Cum for me, Otto’ you whisper to him. and you can feel him let go. He finishes inside you, your name on his lips as he reaches his high. You once again didn’t notice the actuator moving until you felt a vibrating sensation against you clit, making the coil inside tighten once again. Otto is still inside you, trying to regain his breath.

 ‘Come on, baby, I know you can give me one more.’

 His words are enough to snap the coil. Once again waves of pleasure roll over you as your vision blurs with tears of pleasure as his name falls from your lips in a weak moan. The actuator stays in place until you rode out your high on it. Then Otto falls onto the bed next to you.

 You both lay there in silence for a few minutes, calming your breathing and basking in the afterglow. The room now smells of the husky scents of sex. Then Otto turns to face you, brushing hair of your face as he does.

 ‘Do you maybe want to stay the night?’ He asks, and you raise your eyebrows in surprise. His demanding behaviour of earlier seemed completely gone.

 ‘I don’t want to overstay my welcome, Otto.’ You sigh, brushing his cheek with your thumb.

 ‘It’s nearly morning already, I think it’ll be okay.’ He chuckles, making you laugh slightly.

 You curl up into him. ‘Alright then, no harm in staying.’ You yawn out. It is very late already indeed. His arms wrap around you as you suddenly felt the tiredness of the long day, combined with the alcohol and your previous activities weigh down on you.

 And that is where you fell asleep, Otto following suit. That night the both of you had the best sleep you’d had in a while.

[ficsforeren]

more mafia eren headcanons pls 🤲

MORE??????? okay if you insist

So uhh this will be a continuation for this scene I wrote earlier

NSFW - DON'T READ IF YOU'RE BELOW 18

Eren tosses your knife to the side, making a clattering sound as it meets the floor. "Any other tricks of yours I should be aware of?" His voice is soothing in your ear but the gun he points to your neck is anything but.

You struggle to break free. "Get your hands off me."

"Fine," he huffs, drawing back from you. "I guess I'll just have to investigate it myself."

He pushes you forward until you're pressed flat against the wall, his gun pointing at the spot between your shoulder blades. "Arms above your head, Sweetheart," he says but his tone is merciless. "One wrong move and I'll shoot a hole through your chest."

Your breathing rags, raising both hands as he asked you to. "Good girl," he coos and it makes you sick. You can feel his hand sliding down your body, following the curve of your ass before it slips behind the high slit of your red maxi dress. He reaches between your legs, making you jolt when his fingers glide over your lingerie. "Such a cute reaction," he chuckles but he presses the point of his gun harder on your skin. "You won't be needing this." Eren rips your lingerie with one hand, casting it aside.

You're scared to your bones. Terrified. "Please stop."

He drags his hand to the front of your stomach, pulling you closer until you can feel his zipper grazing against your behind. "And what if I don't?"

But he stops once he feels you shuddering in fear. He turns you around and lifts your face by pushing his gun to your chin. His eyes find your glassy ones and even when you're glaring with so much hatred in your eyes, you're trying your best not to cry. Even if it means that you have to bite your lip until it bleeds. He smiles, reaching out a hand and you close your eyes in reflex but what he does is frames your cheek gently. "As much as I like seeing my women cry in bed," he says, "I'm not a rapist."

You thought he was going to murder you instead so when he draws his gun away and tucks it back into the pocket of his suit, you nearly weep in relief. "It's been fun, Sweetheart," he bids his goodbye as you slide down to the floor, knees trembling. "I look forward to seeing you again." And he shuts the bathroom door behind him.

He could've killed you, but he didn't. He should've been, knowing you were out there to kill him, but he didn't. And now you owe him your life.

Sick of having that thought for days, you decide to visit him again.

Eren is lying down on a bed of an overly-priced suite with his black suit discarded, his gun lying on the floor and his white shirt unbuttoned to the middle of his chest when you slip through his door.

"Your lady won't be coming back," you tell him, dressed in a red trench coat that perfectly hugs your body. Eren props himself up with his elbows on the bed, his smirk naturally finds its way to his face. His gun is close enough for him to reach. He just decides not to.

Even in the dimness of the room, you can still see the bulge that's concealed by the silk fabric of his pants. There are lipstick stains on his shirt, and some on the side of his neck.

“Well, that’s unfortunate," he says, not surprised in the slightest. "I'd spent a good amount of money to rent her for the night. Heterochromatic eyes. Very rare.”

"You've got a peculiar taste in women."

“Yeah, looks better on camera.” He shifts his weight, sitting on the edge of the bed. His hair is no longer tied, cascading to his shoulders and framing his cheekbones perfectly. “How many of my guards did you take down to get in here?”

“Three. You know, you should’ve considered hiring bodyguards that are stronger than you.”

“Yeah, you couldn’t even lift a finger against me." He chuckles at the memory. "Well I used to have Levi, but he quits for good.” He takes a cigarette from the pocket of his suit. “Did you kill them?”

“No. I didn’t want to leave dead bodies in such a nice hotel like this.”

“How very thoughtful of you.” He tucks the cigar between his teeth, lighting it up.

“I wouldn’t mind if it was yours, though," you add. "If anyone should die tonight, it should be you.”

“But you can’t kill me." His eyes twinkle mischievously as he leans back and takes a long drag. "So, what are you planning to do?”

"Why didn't you kill me?"

"'Cause you're cute." He brings his cigar to his lips, smirking as he continues, "And I kinda like your face. Wouldn't hate to see it again."

"You should've killed me. Now I feel like I owe you my life."

"You do." He flicks the ashes off. "So, I'm guessing you're here to repay me?" You stay mute but your eyes tell him the answer he wants to hear. "What do you have to offer?"

"Let me join your little boyband. I can be useful to you."

He snorts. "You couldn't even put up a fight against me, why would I want you?"

Your jaw clenches. "Then what do you want me to do?"

Something flickers in his eyes at your choice of words. He takes another drag, standing up and makes his way to the balcony. "Come. The moon looks beautiful tonight." You hesitate for a few seconds before you follow his trail.

Eren leans his back against the railing, throwing his head back as he lets the wind caresses his face. He looks... beautiful, as if he didn't belong to that kind of world. His eyelashes are long, probably longer than yours and those lips—

"Strip."

"What?"

"Strip for me," he repeats, dragging his cigar closer to his lips. "Here. Now." You keep your body still, your glare menacing, though your heart starts to thrash wildly inside your chest. "You said you wanted to repay me, right?"

“I thought you said you weren’t a rapist.”

“I’m not." He exhales clouds of smoke into the air. "I’m not forcing you, am I? I’m only asking you. Whether you do it or not is up to you.”

You can't believe you just called him beautiful. He's fucking sick.

“And you also owe me an escort," he grins lightly as he tosses the rest of his cigarette away, "You’re not heterochromatic but you do have pretty eyes.”

You feel your breathing stutter as he makes his way to you. “You want me to sleep with you?”

“No." In a blink of an eye, Eren has his hand on the front of your throat, pushing you against the glassy window until you're standing on your tiptoes. Your hands are clutching tightly against his wrist, nails scratching his skin to push him away but he only smiles that fucking innocent smile of his that always seems out of place. But when he speaks, another persona takes over.

"I want to fuck you," he says the words through gritted teeth, almost like he's growling. You can feel his breath falling on your lips, can sense the aftertaste of the cigarette he just took. “I want to fuck you raw until you cry. I want to fuck you until you can’t say anything, can't think about anything but my cock inside you. I want to fuck you until you beg me to stop and when you do, I'm gonna fuck you even harder."

You're choking, your lungs starting to catch on fire. "C-can't... breathe..."

And instead of letting you go, he smashes his lips against yours, and he's so rough with his teeth and tongue that you won't be surprised if yours start to bleed. You gasp against his mouth, desperate for air and only after he's satisfied, does he let go.

Retracting his hand, Eren brings back his juvenile smile to his face, hand gently frames your cheek as he whispers in your ear. “But again," his lips brush against your skin. "It’s all up to you, Sweetheart.”

[sugurizz]

The house is yours

Pairing : Zeke yeager x reader

Rating : explicit

Word count : 2,5k words

Summary : as a broke student, finding an apartment is not easy. But the cute owner decides to help you with it, in a way that you both get to benefit.

Warnings : soft dom! Zeke x sub!fem! reader, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, nipple play, slight spit play, vaginal sex, slight breeding kink, daddy kink

(Credits to the owner. I don't own the fanart)

After months of looking through ads, websites and even newspapers. finding a decent, comfortable and cosy appartment near the university was a dream coming true. After calling the owner and fixing a date to meet toghether and check the place, your roommate wasn't able to make it to the appointment so you had to go there on my own.

Being already anxious for the meeting, you put a pair of black jeans, a grey t-shirt, a hoodie and your white sneakers before taking your backbag and going there.

After ten minutes or so, you were at the spot you agreed to meet at. You couldn't see anyone particular so you got your phone out of your pocket, ready to call the owner again in order to spot him.

It was then when you saw a tall, broad and handsome man- probably in his late twenties- picking his ringing phone from the pocket of his elegant beige trench coat.

A black turtleneck hugging his visibly muscular chest and arms left your mouth nearly open. That's definitely him - you thought to yourself - feeling your face already heating up, you swallowed hardly, prayed that you weren't really blushing,  took your courage and crossed the road walking towards the little coffee shop he was standing next to.

Standing directly in front of him didn't help at all. You were so overwehlmed by him. and to be frank, you didn't really know where to look. His whole presence was doing things to you, is it His charming glance? his icy grey eyes, ornamented with a set of thick blonde lashes shinig softly in the feeble sunlight? Or is it those silky soft blonde locks, joined in a nice haircut making his enchanting appearence even more perfect and complete?

"Hello, I assume you're the new renter. Very nice to meet you. I'm zeke yeager ."

"Likewise, pleased to meet you mr yeager. I'm y/n ".

You tried your best to keep calm and professional by greeting him. But the trembling handshake you gave him was showing the complete opposite.

"Shall we go see the appartment ? This way please."

Were you too infatuated by such grace? Or is he really such a sweet, soft and courteous gentleman? You couldn't really tell.

You took a quick glance at his gorgeous profile side. And you completely wished you could take a screenshot with your eyes. His prominent cheekbones added to his manly features. And his fine silver glasses gave him that elegant intellectual aura.

The silence was broken by a deep, gentle :" so.. you're both students.. right?"

" yes. good thing the house is around 10 minutes from the university. That should save us plenty of time ."

" glad to hear that, I actually studied there for more than 6 years, that was before I finally graduated and decided to move to (city name) ."

" I see. May I ask.. why did you move? " you demanded.

" haha don't worry. It hasn't to do with the apartment. It's just that.. You can say I'm an adventurous man." He answered with a bright smile.

" right. I guess it's always tempting to move and see something new..."

You never thought a conversation with a total stranger could be this smooth, warm and relaxing. It unexpectedly didn't feel like a forced out, awkward smalltalk at all. But more like a nice and slow getting to know each other.

"We're finally here." He opened the building's door, Letting you inside and pressed the elevator button.

" I see you like the place already.." He affirmed, a soft smile graced his features, leaving you bewitched.

"Y-yes .. it's pretty welcoming." You added.

Getting out of the elevator, the cute owner took the apartement keys out, opening the door and letting you in.

After checking all the house's functionalities and facilities and discussing the period of your rent. You were ready to pay the first month of the stay until you got surprised by the deposit price. You were so shocked that you had to pay around two thousand five hundrend dollars along with the actual rent.

" I'm not sure we can actually afford that.. " I said, feeling somehow disappointed and lost.

" I know, a lot of people complain about the deposit price. I wish I could make an exeption but the price is fixed by the building's owner. He has the majority of control over that."

" and.. I guess it can't be payed in installments. can it ?"

" i'm afraid not." He retorted, quite concerned by your defeated aura.

" that's really infortunate. I was looking forward to settle here. But anyway, it was good getting to know you mr Yeager."

Hiding your frustration, you were ready to leave when his calm, reassuring voice stopped you . " maybe , we can help each other out after all..."

You turned back, looking for a further explanation when he carried on :" I can get to pay the deposit for you. And you'll have to give me a service in return.."

"okay.. and the service is ...? " you asked, being both curious and excited.

The blonde walked to the door and locked it, his silver eyes never leaving yours.

"Mr yeager..."

" Oh can we stop with the formalities now little one. If we finally agree to make a deal we should get more familiar to each other. Shouldn't we ?" He let out in a deep virile voice, causing your heart to throb numerous times.

Walking closer towards you, he stood and leaned over, whispering in your ear : " If I said I'm feeling sad and lonely today, Would you agree to entertain me ?"

He was so close you could barely register his request. Close enough to notice his irises fixed on yours, staring at your soul and then travelling a little downwards, presumably staring at your lips. You were ready to explode when his big hand landed on your chin, long slender fingers carressing it and driving you so crazy you started babbling some nearly inaudible nonsense.

" i mean.. I.I could ... I don't know.. I-"

" shh, no need to get confused, I'm here with you". a calloused thumb landed on your lips, caressing them with a gentle yet insisting motion.

Your mind shut down, leaving you comptelely blank. God, you got lost in his eyes again. You kept staring like an idiot, letting his thumb make its way through your lips and next thing you knew you were feeling his finger on your sensitive tongue. You never did this before. But why did it feel so natural with him ? Why didn't you resist at all ? How did you agree to this ?  Questions kept bringing on other questions inside your crushed mind. The betraying heat kept rising to your cheeks by the minute, and you couldn't control your intense breathing anymore.

You felt like a fragile leaf caught in a storm. Your consciousness stopped reacting when his face started closing up to yours.

" I believe we got ourselves a deal then? "

" i.. I mean-"

The blonde's delicious lips crushed on yours in a swift motion, his huge hands left to pull you closer pushing you against his large warm chest and making you feel so small and helpless.

It didn't take long for you to feel his soft warm tongue playing with yours. His refreshing minty breath was mixed with a faint hint of cigarette. You couldn't help but enlace your arms around his neck, trying to regain some balance. The sloppy wet kiss  you shared ended with your mouths parting in a wet noise, a glistening string of saliva connecting his dark red tongue to yours, Leaving you breathless.

"You're rather shy and blushy princess... I like it." Zeke leaned close to your sensitive neck, started peppering kisses from your cheeks down your neck and all around your clavicle . His warm breath on your exposed chest made you shiver, feeling your wetness already pooling between your legs. You started rubbing your thighs toghether in a search for some relief. The sudden thought of the rent crossed your mind again.

" Zeke .."

" yes sweetheart, say my name "

" what about the rent ... what should I do now ?"

"little pumpkin is still afraid." You trembled when he leaned over to lick your earlobe before carrying " consider this house yours, princess " .

You couldn't hide your relief after hearing his words. You looked back at him, the perfect pale skin of his cheeks turned into a lovely shade of pink. His cute ears were so red you thought they were about to blow off. His glasses were threatening to fall off the cute tip of his sharp nose. And you felt so proud seeing the mess you left at his golden strands. Some of them falling sexily on his eyes.

" I need this off" he tugged at your shirt , raising your arms gently and sliding it up your shivering body. It was so embarrassing you instantly hid your face. Letting out some insatisfied whines.

"gorgeous" he lets out, eyes contemplating your breasts, still hidden behind your bra. Still closing your eyes, you felt yourself being lifted in a bridal style. Zeke's strong arms placed you on the comfy couch of the living room. He stood up and took of his coat, throwing it away. His black pullover was next, revealing his toned chest, shredded abs and prominent V line . You wished you could keep this addictive view in yout mind forever. His godly body hovered around you like a shield. You leaned back , staring at the enchanting male before you, unbuckling his belt.

You were probabely too distracted by his beauty to notice the huge tent that was forming in his pants. His hand reached beneath his boxers, freeing his massive cock from it's confinements.

" like what you see ?" He winked at you, leaving you speaking gibberish again.

" zeke...it- it's not gonna .."

He cut you out, taking off your jeans in a quick move, leaving you in your black laced panties. " already soaked aren't we? What kind of a slut gets her pussy that wet just from a damn kiss?"

He rubbed his fingers against your clothed cunt before swiping your panties to the side. your clit was swollen and flushed, desperate for attention. The handsome male leaned until he faced your pussy. He spread your legs even wider, adding to your growing embarassment.

" goshh, look at how much slick is between your pussy lips,..filthy.." he slid his fingers between them.

Never leaving your innocent eyes, he puckered his lips, opened his mouth and spat on your naked pussy. You nearly passed out when he started french kissing it. Looking at it with such hunger and lust, he slid his longue tongue in your fluttering hole, driving his index and middle fingers in the process. His thick and now wet beard felt so good stinging your plush thighs.

" zeke ahhh, wait... omg zeke it feels.. Ahhhh " your moans started getting louder and louder. 

"Whine for me baby.."

His experienced fingers massaged your spongey insides, hitting spots you never knew your pussy had. You were drooling like a dumb baby, eyes rolling to the back of your head and breath hitching in your breast.

"Zeeeeke.. uh- i'm ahh i'm gonna cum, it feels so good... so good i'm cumming .."

"Yes baby, cream on my fucking tongue."

It wasn't long until you released all over his hand, his tongue was painted with cum. He shamelessly swallowed it, licking his fingers passionately as if he was tasting an elixir. He leaned to kiss you again, cum and drool still running down his messy beard. Its cute hairs tickling your cheeks and chin made you chuckle.

He took your dripping panties away, threw them somewhere across the room and slid his hands below your back, unclasping your bra.

" I need to take it off, but I really do like the cute ribbons though..." he complimented your cute bra.

" t-thank youu.." the shyness creeped inside you again. But it was replaced with surprise when he buried his head deep between your breasts like a starving baby. growling and grunting, the vibrations sent shivers down your spine. He kept lapping at them, looking at you with burning lust, taking a nipple between his teeth and flicking the other under his fingerpads.

"Are you ready, sweet pie? Wanna take my cock for me ?"

"Y-yes"

"Yes who ?"

"Yes daddy ."

"It's daddy from now on, little one"

Feeling yourself , yu bent over for him, giving him a perfect view of your bare cunt.

" hurry daddy, I can't wait anymore..."

"As you wish, princess"

Within seconds, you felt his hands settling on your hips, his firm cock sliding slowly past your hungry hole.

" it hurtss, daddy .. it hurts..."

" shh, it's ok princess, you're too tense.. relax for daddy.."

The pain suddenly turned into a pure bliss as he bottomed down, making you moan his name like a lullaby.

"I'm going to move baby.." he said, cupping your cheek in his soft palms. 

His cock was ramming inside you so deliciously you felt your drool dribbling again, his strong silhouette leaning on you, hugging you with one arm and caressing your stomach with the other. Seeing his bulge through your tummy, you felt so full and loved by him.

" look baby, look how deep i'm inside you"

" please cum inside me daddy, I want it pumping in my stomach ."

your words sent him to the edge; hitched breath, loud growls and harsh slaps landing on your ass. It felt so good your tears started gushing along your face.

" hnnghhh wanna take ... fuck ahhh .. take daddy's seed inside you ? Tell me slut " he squeezed your face between his large fingers, earning a whine from you.

" mmhmmm ... ahhhh"

" use your words when you talk to me"

" I want your cum deep inside me, daddy"

His thrusts became hysteric, making you shake. both of you moaning loudly, not caring about anybody hearing.

"Ahhhnghhh shiiiit , fuck yeaaah" the golden daddy came in thick white strings inside you. Shoving it all up your womb. You give up, letting your orgasm wash over you in a shameless moan. All your juices mixed with his sticky huge load, starting to spill from your greedy cunt.

Unable to move anymore, you collapsed on the couch. Trembling and breathing heavily. Zeke doing the same, he went to catch his neglected coat and wrapped it around your naked body, along with his strong arms around you, nuzzling his head in your neck.

" I guess having an expensive rent has its perks after all". He teased, laying a soft gentle kiss on your forehead.

" yup, you get to have a daddy for free". You whispered.

Note : I would really appreciate the feedback on my work so feel free to comment down.

[kim-miyeon]

Hell Above-Chapter One

PAIRINGS: Hwang Hyunjin X Female Reader

WARNINGS: Mafia!AU, strong language, violent scenes, use of weapons, mentions of blood, mentions of sex trafficking, murder, suggestive language, sexual scenes, unprotected sex. 18+ Please.

WORD COUNT: 6.8K

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This is a Wasteland, My Only Retreat.

The faint roar of the vehicle engine rumbled lowly as you sat in the driver seat of your car, both of your hands resting softly on the steering wheel. Your annoyed sigh released itself as your head turned to look at the sleek folder that laid in the seat next to you. You smirked to yourself as you averted your eyes back to the rusted standing building in front of you. The allure of the night caused the whole scenery to match the mood of this dreadful evening. Your eyes scanned over the area surrounding, four black cars parked to the left side of the building, the whole estate heavily guarded with about fifteen men, the soldiers. You stared for a bit before looking up to your rearview mirror and allowing your eyes to observe you. It was almost cliché the way you looked for the part you played. The way your features could kill a man alone and you knew that better than anybody. Reaching your hand into your purse that sat on your lap, you pulled out an item that was set to complete such a look of power,  your blood red lipstick. You moved closer to the rearview to get a better view as you applied a layer of the tint on your lips, bringing your character to life. You rubbed  your lips together and cleaned around the edges before your eyes naturally diverted to a dark figure walking towards your car.  You groaned in annoyance as you unbuckled yourself and grabbed the folder to the right of you. Turning your keys in the ignition off, you opened the car door, throwing your legs over onto the pebble ground, where the heels of your black boots met. Your whole appearance could have blended into how dark the night became as you wore black jeans and a black sweater, paired with your favorite black trench coat. The only color that could be determined was the deep red on your lips and the silver gun that hung by your side. 

“YAH Y/N!”  the voice of the figured called out and you heard the thick accent of an Australian native come through

You slammed the car door shut behind you as you inhaled the cool freshnes of the autumn night. Shifting your direction to the young man walking closer to you. He had a slim figure, soft blonde strands that fit his small face and hints of freckles that coated him. On a usual day, he would be smiling and spreading his contagious positivity. But on nights like this, he was different. We were different.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He asked sternly, voice low and accent deep. You walked towards him with the folder in your hand.  

“Is that anyway to greet your elder, Felix?” You smiled back playfully, shoving the folder into his chest. He grabbed a hold of it flipping through the contents before looking back at you.

“How did you find out?” he sighed in defeat. 

“Well, I heard you caught a mouse,” You said as you started to walk towards the building,  with Felix following, “the cat wanted to play.”

“You shouldn’t be here, Y/N,  you know you can be comprom-” 

“Cut the bullshit Felix,”  You waved your hand,  pushing away the topic. “Just tell me what you know.”

Felix groaned and you looked over to him, stopping both of your tracks, “He was one of the associates. Caught taking pictures and asked too many questions.” 

“Is that why the soldiers are here?” You asked, arms crossing over your body. 

“Mhm. We don’t know which associate can be trusted, and didn't want to create more trouble.” 

You squinted in confusion at his statement and Felix bit his lip as if he was debating to reveal anymore. 

“We think he might be working with ‘Y’.” 

Y. The alias name of a mystery person who has had multiple failed attempts in trying to reel you out. Or reel out whoever they can in all honesty. Pathetic and yet intriguing, as you and your family have been on the hunt for this mystery person for the past 6 months. Your interest spiked up to the new found information. 

You laughed sinisterly as you turned back to walk towards the entrance of the building. “God, I love a good Friday night.” 

“Y/N, I’m serious. You really shouldn’t be here. We don’t know the multitude that ‘Y’ is working on,” Felix pleaded.

“So we find out.” You stated.

 “We are. YOU just can’t be here because Min-“ you stopped in front of the door to the warehouse and you turned around to Felix who cut himself off from finishing his sentence.

“Because what, Felix.” You gritted.

Felix sighed and looked at you. 

“Minho doesn’t want you here”

You clicked your tongue and scoffed in disbelief at the sentence. You felt the blood bubble in your veins as the adrenaline from anger rushed through you. 

“Last time I checked, Minho wasn’t my fucking boss.” 

You marched up to the warehouse doors and pushed it open. Felix following you as you both walked into the dark and musty place, smells of decaying animals and blood surrounded you immediately, which could have bothered any normal individual, but the smell was too natural for you. 

Straight ahead was a dim light shining on a profound scene. Your sight was captured by a man tied to a chair, hands cuffed behind him, blood hanging from the ends of his hair dripping down his cheeks and arms. Barely hanging on to whatever life he may have left, he raises his head to a man who you assumed performed such a violent assault. The man’s brown hair was sweat ridden and he wore his white dress shirt with sleeves rolled up.  On his hand sparkled a set of brass knuckles that he wiped off with his handkerchief. Walking closer, you witness the man as he swung his forearm back and connected another blow to the captured man's face, earning splatter of blood to the floor and a grunt from the victim. You scoffed softly as you approached such a disappointing scene. 

If it weren’t for the loud clicks of your heels to suggest your arrival, it could have been the dark demeanor you had when you came into the lit area and the man looked at you, first in surprise and then annoyance. It was hard to admit, but he was attractive, his muscles bore through his shirt and pants. His face was one that could ruin a woman. His dark sweaty hair stuck to his forehead from the work he put in for the night. He scoffed when he saw you and you crossed your arms over your chest and smiled at him. 

His eyes switched his gaze to Felix who approached behind you.

“You had... one job.” Stepping forward and raising his finger to emphasize Felix’s one job of the night, implying that it was to make sure you weren’t there.

Felix bowed his head in an apologetic manner and you laughed as you looked down at the floor and the back to the man.

“You’ve been relieved of your duties for the night Minho, you can go.” 

He laughed at you and came closer, “I’m not going anywhere.”

“It wasn’t a suggestion.” You stepped closer to him.

Minho paused and looked at you as you held his gaze sternly. He finally let up, cursing in the air, understanding the consequences of disobeying you. 

Minho turned to grab his coat and walked away calling out for Felix to come with him.

You breathed out in content and removed your coat. The man sitting in the chair raised his head slowly as he had heard your heels come closer to him. You grabbed his bloody chin and forced his head up to look at you as you examined to damage Minho had done. 

“Tsk tsk tsk, he really did a number in your face.” You let go of his chin and he hung his head low again. 

“Who are you?”

“Who am I?” You smiled at the question asked, “I can be whoever you want me to be.”

The man raised his head slightly as he saw you walk over and grab an empty chair, pulling it to sit across from him. You sat down and crossed your leg over the other one and pulled out a box of cigarettes from your back pocket, along with a lighter. You pulled a cigarette out with your mouth and lit it as you inhaled deeply. The smoke burning the back of your throat, almost sobering you for a second.

 “Who am I?”  you reiterated, “ Well truthfully, I don’t think that’s as important. I actually came here cause I wanted to get to know you more”

“I already told the man before that I don’t know anything.” 

You sucked in air as you pulled the cigarette out from your lips “See I could believe that, however, I know that’s not true, right... Danny?”

You paused as you saw no reaction, “ … or is it better to call you...SungHo.” 

He looks at you in immediate terror and you smile, inhaling another drag.

“How do you-“

“Kim SungHo, father to two beautiful young girls, Mina, 3,  and Hyerin, 5. A loving husband to Kim Ji Hye for 10 years. Congratulations, your anniversary was last month right?” You asked innocently as you watch the man in front of you begin to widen his eyes to your knowledge. 

You pulled another drag from the cancer stick, “A former professional photographer. You had your own business that went bankrupt, right? So you opted into your dangerous pleasures to feed your girls, huh?”

“I was just doing what I can,” He mumbled.

“Life in prison without parole. I heard they were even considering the death penalty for the men they found, men like you, right SungHo?” You scooted closer to him as you watched a tear roll down his face. 

“Did you like taking photos of those girls? Did you like watching them beg for their lives?”

He cried and choked on his own tears as you stood up and flicked the cigarette to the ground and stomped on it to put it out. 

“Tell me who you work for SungHo.”

“I can’t” he choked out.

“Oh SungHo, you don’t want to make me mad. I’m worse than that man before. Way worse.”

Sungho just cried and you grew intolerable to the minutes that past as you waited for information. You knew that beating him the way Minho did was foolish. So you did the one thing none of those bastards could ever. You grabbed your gun and cocked it back aiming for his head as he cried softly. You notice the lack of adrenaline, the almost inviting acceptance he was having to a moment of death you could implicate. So you moved your aim towards his groin.

“STOP! STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” he screamed. 

“Tell me who you work for Sungho, my patience is at an all time low.”

“I DON'T KNOW HIS NAME, HE WENT BY Y!”

“What did he want?”

“HE WANTED TO KNOW IF THE LEE FAMILY WAS STILL OPERATING, HE ASKED ME TO TAKE PICTURES AND FIND OUT WHO THE BOSS IS. TOLD ME TO BECOME AN ASSOCIATE TO DO IT!”

“When’s the next time you’ll see him?” He paused and you lowered your gun and fired a gunshot right into his crotch. He screamed in pain and you aimed your gun back at his head. 

“ANSWER ME!”

“HE DIDN’T SEE ME, HE CALLED ME. TOLD ME TO GO TO THE TRAIN STATION AND DROP OFF MY CAEMRA BY THE HOUSE WITH THE MAILBOX!” he cried out as he looked down and saw the blood dripping from his crotch. “PLEASE, HE SAID HE’D KILL MY FAMILY IF I DON’T DO THIS! PLEASE!”

You stepped back and relaxed yourself as you had found all the information you needed. You stood back looking at him as your mind thought back to the kids he had. You can’t protect them y/n. You watched as Sungho cried out in the pain as he bled. Your curiosity got the better of you in the moment as you twirled your gun.

“Did you find out who the boss was?” 

Sungho breathed out heavily,“I took pictures of the man before you.” 

You smiled in disbelief, “and you believe him to be the boss of the Lee Family?”

“The associates say that he is the only one they have seen and fits the description of the son of Lee Won-Shik.” He looked up at you and your face went pale. 

That name. One that you knew too well. Your father’s name.

You aimed the gun back at his crotch and fired another bullet in anger. SungHo screamed and gritted as blood began to pool from his groin area, surely ending whatever reproduction system he had left.

“I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING.” 

“I know, it’s a shame.” 

The pain you inflicted caused you to wonder how painful it could have been. You just watched him bleed out and scream as he begged you for help. You turned and saw the camera lying on the table and you walked over to pick it up. You scrolled through pictures of Minho leaving offices and greeting people, people who worked for your family for years. Any leakage of this information could be detrimental. The whole thing put a sour taste in your mouth. 

“Unfortunately Sungho, you won’t be dropping off this camera tomorrow.”

“NO, NO, PLEASE!” 

“It’s a shame. A man who watches girls younger than your own daughters be taken from their families and exploited in such a distasteful manner… makes me sick.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You walked over and you cocked your gun back again as you aimed the gun to his head. 

“Also, Lee Minho doesn’t run this family,”

You turn to Sungho who was crying in pain and pulled the trigger of your gun watching his head fall back as blood and pieces of his head splattered, coating the wall and floor behind you both. You move away and placed your gun back in your holder as you turned back to grab your coat, walking toward the exit. Leaving Sungho’s dead body to bleed out. 

“I Do.” 

**********

Outside, you see four men talking as you closed the large door behind you. Their views shifted on you and you watched as Minho walked up to you in anger.

“Three gunshots. You killed him.” He spat. 

“He saw my face.”

“I had everything under control.” 

“An interrogation that lasted two hours is your version of under control? What kind of questions did you ask Minho? What kind of camera does he use? Can he get you a deal at Best Buy?” you mocked.

“Like he told you anything! You were in there for 30 minutes and now we have a dead man and no information, I bet. I bet you killed him because he disrespected you as a woman! I know that really gets your blood boiling and you act like a deranged child!”

“Do you want a demonstration?” You grabbed your gun and aimed it at him until you hear a yelling from behind Minho. 

“GUYS SERIOUSLY.” You turned your eyes to the boy who yelled out at you and sighed as Minho began to relax is demeanor. “We are family, we shouldn’t be fighting like this.” 

“Seungmin’s right, we could be in a world of trouble and we need to work together now.” Felix reassured as he walked up to you and Minho and pushed your gun down. 

You walked up to the group as Minho avoided eye contact with you. You stood next to Seungmin who was looking at you with caring eyes. You smiled because he was the type to always bring down the heat of conversations and make everyone regroup. Next to you stood a smaller boy, with blue hair. He had a soft fox like face and you smiled at him as he admired you. 

“What information did you find?” The younger one asked you and you nodded. 

“He worked for ‘Y’ in exchange for immunity to his crime charges to come later this week. That camera is supposed to be delivered tomorrow at the train station on the west side but unfortunately there’s been a delay.” You looked the boys who were nodding their heads all except Minho. 

“And I saved both of are asses tonight, Minho. The associates are talking a lot among themselves, they believe you are the alleged son of my father. He has pictures of you meeting with secret partners. Had I kept him alive, our secret would have been revealed and the Hwang family would had found you, not just ‘Y’.” You informed. 

“Thank you.” he muttered. 

“Everyone report tomorrow 9 AM sharp. Seungmin put together a strategy plan for going forth on the ‘Y’ issue. Felix  dispose of the body near the train tracks, make sure you make a note for ‘Y’ to see. Minho,-”

Minho looked at you carefully having calm down from the interaction earlier, “Kill all the associates. None of them can be trusted.”

The boys all parted was and the youngest member stood by your side looking to you innocently. “What would you like me to do?” 

“I need you to go find Sungho’s family and bring them to safety tonight. Don’t tell the others about it Jeongin, keep your tracker on. Take your soldiers with you.” Jeongin nodded and you hugged him close as he went off. 

You walk towards your car and your phone dings in your coat pocket. You pulled it out and read the message that flashed across the screen. 

“Just got on to my connecting flight, see you soon ❤️-HJ” 

You smiled and put your phone back into your pocket, as you opened and sat in your car, ready to go home.

*************

You opened the oven and was blasted with a rush of heat as you removed the roasted potatoes in the pan and placed it on your stove top. The sound of the ongoing sizzle was still coming from the potatoes drowned out by the soft playing of jazz that you had in the background on your speaker. To the left of your view was the  piece of steak you had searing on your pan. It had been a while since you had a nice home cooked dinner. It had been a while since you two have eaten together like this. It had been a while in general. Since you last saw him, leaving you a kiss, one that you still remember fleshed on your lips, and watched him drive away. Just the thought of you two being in the same room made your stomach flip. He was captivating in the sense that he could make you drown in his aura and remove everything around you. It was like you were light like a feather, floating around him, and he was the gentle hand that caught you every time. You blushed to yourself, deep in thought as you began to place the food on the plates you had grabbed from the cabinet above you, remembering how incapable you were when reaching all the dishware in your house, becoming grateful for the way he towered you and helped you in these moments.

You just missed him. And it was difficult for you to admit to yourself that he made you feel secured. There was always fear when you thought of him and how you felt towards this man only to be reminded of how deep of a hole you dug for yourself. Your heart ached every time you had to remind yourself what your true mission was, what the point of this relationship meant. And yet, you pushed it all away. You turned an eye to the ratchet truth because you needed more time. It was a constant fight between heart and mind. Playing a double character all this time exhausted you even when you felt like you were completely and unapologetically yourself in front of this man.

You carried the plates over to your small dining room table and placed them at each end. Stepping back, you absorbed the smallness of the dining room area in your home. You laughed as you took in the lack of luxury in the space, and the lack of luxury in general. You lived comfortably, you never felt drowned in bills, you never went hungry. You had a roof over your head and a bed to sleep in. And yet, if anyone were to ever find out about your true income, they’d wonder why you opted to live in a one story house on the north side of town. You were able to buy the whole damn country if you wanted to. You were able to live a life of luxury and protection, but this is what he wanted. He wanted to show you that he is not who he really is and you acted like you didn’t know what he did, who he was. All these years, he played a character too. That’s how you knew that he loved you the same, if not more. You knew that in order to be with you, he had to tell you, because you had to know what it meant when you took his last name. But in his secrecy, you saw the need of protecting you from a world you already knew so much about and also the aching to hide away and be normal. 

You sighed as you reached over to the bottle of wine you had on the table. You unscrewed the bottle and grabbed your glass as you poured yourself a decent amount of red lush. You raised the glass to your lips as you walked slowly to the mirror on the back wall of your dining room. You looked at yourself, watching how the simple silk black dress hung loosely down your chest. Smiling, as the silk draped over your breasts teasingly and stopping just inches from your knees. Your hand caressed your collarbone, down to your chest as you rose your other arm to bring the glass of wine back to your lips. You drifted your eyes from the mirror to your drink as you took another sip of the sweet liquid. It was almost alarming the way your attention was brought back to the mirror when a figure appeared in your peripheral. Your eyes widened in shock as your breath sucked in rather quickly. You looked at the man through the mirror, as he stood long and tall. Dressed in a pair of freshly pressed black slacks, a white long sleeved satin shirt, and blonde straight hair that was tied in his most comfortable form. Half up with two strands caressing over his face. His complexion was such a creamy tone and had a natural airbrush effect. His thick pink lips were painted on his face with intent to make a woman go insane. His eyes were sharp hiding his dark orbs that made your heart flutter. 

Ethereal would be an understatement to describe him. He simply was created by all the gods.

He smiled softly at your longing gaze through the mirror, sticking his hands in both of his slack pockets,  tongue drifting over his bottom lip naturally. 

“I didn’t hear you come in,” you managed to choke out as you turned around swiftly to now face him.

“Should I have knocked?” The sound of his voice was honey and danced through your ears. It almost made you shudder. You exhaled a breath at his comment as he began taking small steps towards you, looking at the mess you made in the kitchen. “What’s all of this?” 

“I made dinner.” You sat the glass of wine on the table as you felt your skin tremble with anticipation as he made his way over to you. 

“What did you make?” He was so close, voice dropping volume as he walked closer to you.

“I-I made s-steak and p-potatoes,” closer.

“Mmm,” he hummed and got closer.

“and s-some salad-d…” closer.

Until there he was, in front of you. Eyes finally connected, his natural scent and cologne invading your sense of smell, you wanted to drown in it. The heat of his body could be felt on your own as he kept taking steps, making you stumble back until your back was against the wall. He removed a hand from his pocket and placed his fingertips on your forearm, brushing softly, slowly and teasingly dragging his fingertips up your arm as you felt goosebumps form.

“I thought maybe we could, sit and eat..”

Fingertips now close your neck, grazing over your shoulder blade. He tilted his head and his eyes looked down at your body and slowly came back to match yours. He hummed at your words and you eagerly let him stroke over your sensitive neck. It felt like years since you’ve been touched and the thought of him taking you, all of you,  flooded not just your mind, but your core. 

“That all sounds very nice but,” he paused as his fingers slid up to your chin pulling it gently to face him as he started down at you. He was now  centimeters over your face, you were convinced you could already feel his lips graze yours. “I’m actually craving something a bit more….sweet.” 

You were almost in euphoria, your mind was clouded with anticipation and desire. Lust was dripping down your legs and you were falling down a hole. Everything around you went black and it felt like it was just you and him. You barely heard the words that came out of his mouth.

“there’s ice cream in the freez-“ 

“Just kiss me.” 

You nodded frantically as he pushed into you against the wall. One of his hands slamming against the wall, the other wrapped around your waist as he brought you closer to his craving body. You had your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him deeper. His lips molded over yours in such an artistic way. It was simply amazing the way you two fit into each other, as if the heavens created you from the same strand of souls. One in body, spirit, and mind, you both became. You longed for the taste of him and it was as if on cue, he connected his tongue with yours, deepening your kiss. There was so much fire and passion, it was as if you two were begging for this. You moaned into him, feeling the vibrations against his lips as he pulled away from you to catch his breath. Eyes hooded, orbs dark and the light of the room stinging your sight as he moved his head to pepper kisses on your bare neck. Your body responded to him by tilting your head to the side and he used his free arm to slip down the back of your thigh, hiking your leg to his hip. The wetness of his tongue coating the hidden veins of your neck as he nipped softly, earning the sounds of your moaning. You felt his hard aching dick push near your core as his fingertips brushed further up your dress, barely touching where you needed him the most. He pulled back, panting and eyebrow cocked up at you as you licked your lips craving his delicious taste again.

“No underwear?” You felt your blood run cold as you remembered your lack of undergarments under the dress. You knew this was how you two would end up but your mind had erased every detail you had planned the moment he revealed himself to you. You just smiled seductively to him as he growled.

“I know my baby girl didn’t think she was going to tease me tonight.” 

In one fluid motion, you were lifted off the floor, legs around his torso as he carried you to your kitchen island sitting you on the cold surface, your bare ass touching the marble and you hissed at the sudden feel. He wasted no time pushing all your dishware away and you heard the sounds of metal crashing to the ground, as he made room for you to lay. 

“Normally you would have been punished for that,” he uttered referring to your attempt to edge him on. He pushed you back so you could lie on the counter, you grunt as you felt the shivers down your spine. He pushed the  fabric of your dress up, revealing your dripping  heat. He nearly groaned as he saw the way you glisten and wasted no time taking his long finger to drag  up your slit. You arched your back in delight as your pussy throbbed painfully for him. He leaned over your body, lips close to your ear as he let a low hot breath.

“But I’m fucking starving.” 

You watched as he leaned down your body and bent his knees to make himself align face to face with your core. He never broke your gaze as he did so and you hitched a breath as you felt his velvet lips kiss your inner thigh.

“Don’t tease,” you moaned out involuntarily. It was all too much, your mind was so foggy and you heard his low chuckled.

“I have to savor every part of my meal, babe”  his hot breath hit your wet lips and your breathing heightened. It was agonizing.

A sigh of relief and a cry from your lips rang out as he dragged his long hot tongue over your slit, collecting every drop of arousal you produced and laying flat against your throbbing clit. Your hands immediately rested on his head, fingers intermingling with his soft hair. You pulled yourself up in reaction as he lapped you sensually, drinking you, eating you. You were a mess, eyes shut and rolled to the back of your lids. Intoxicated by the way he performed. He looked up at you as you cried and heaved, sweating beads forming from the edges of your hairline. Profanities slipping from your mouth with every movement he made against you. You felt his tongue part your slit and insert inside of you, lapping all he could, moaning into you. You laid back and groaned, hips bucking up at him to chase more. Licking his way back up to your needy clit, he took the bud into his mouth, sucking and licking it. You felt two of his long digits slip into you with ease and stretching you out. 

“Oh my fucking god.” You cried out as you felt him bring you close to your edge. The white hotness built in the pit of your stomach and your legs began to shake. You felt his fingers curl inside you and he lapped deliciously, eyes looking at you as you held on to his head. He smiled as he saw your fucked out face and your mouth was opened, loss of words. He pulled back from your pussy and replaced his ministrations  with his thumb as he kept fingering you. Leaning forward he kissed you, your juices coating his face as you tasted yourself on him. He moaned when you arched your self into him and he pulled back to look at you. He knew you wanted to cum. He could feel the way your walls pulsated against his fingers and saw how fast your chest was rising and falling. Licking his lips he came closer your face, forehead resting on yours, one hand now pushing your hips down and the other fucking you into ecstasy.

“Cum for me baby girl.” He pecked your lips softly as you moaned “Cum for daddy.” 

Your body spazzed and you cried out to him as he enclosed your cries by kissing you passionately. His fingers slowed down their pace and pumped into you deeper, thumb grazing over your worn out clit, which made you convulse every time he flicked over it. He pulled back and stood over you, pulling his fingers out of your dripping core. You tried to catch your breath as he raised his fingers to his lips and slipped them into his mouth. You watched as he sucked your taste of him. It made your cheeks flush red and grow needy again watching the erotic scene. 

“I missed the way you taste,” he smiled at you. You smiled back and found the strength to raise your body to him, sitting up and grabbing his belt loops pulling him closer to you. He bent down and cupped your face as he kissed you again. Your hands fiddling with his belt and buttons of his pants frantically, craving his dick more than ever. You wanted to watch him come undone the way he did with you. As you started to unzip his pants he pulled back and placed his hands over yours. Your innocent eyes looking into his in confusion as he held your hands away from his pants. He knew what you wanted to do, but he had other plans.

“Later, love. Right now I just wanna be inside you” he said softly. You smiled and he resumed, taking his pants off along with his underwear. You watch as his hard dick sprung out of the fabric and you gasped in delight. He wasn’t big or small, but the perfect length, the perfect girth. You licked your lips in the thought of being filled by his cock. He took a hold of his dick  and rubbed up and down your slit, coating himself with your cum. You groaned due to your sensitivity and lied back down on the counter again.

“I can’t wait to ruin you” he stated as he inserted himself into you. 

“Oh my god, Hyunjin.” You slipped his name out for the first time of the night. His hands slammed on the side of your head, as he hung his head low by your neck, stretching you out. You heard his sighs and groans in your ear. He slipped an arm under your head, pulling you close to him and you gripped his shirt as he whimpered, “Even after all that and your still so fucking tight.” 

He snapped his hips into and you yelped. He groaned into your neck and his free hand found yours as he intertwined his fingers with yours. 

“Faster, daddy” you whimpered.

He lifted his head to look at you, “You want it faster, love?” 

He was pumping in and out of you slow and deep. His body melding into yours and your juices slipping out, pooling under you. You bit your lip at his question and you nodded. He pushed his way up and towered you again, grabbing a hold of your legs firmly. He began to quicken his pace as the room was filled with the slapping of skin. The feeling of him inside you was immaculate and you cupped your breasts through your dress as your mouth slipped out anything that came to mind.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” 

“You like that baby girl, you like when I fuck you like this?” 

Your back arching off the counter again as Hyunjin fucked you into another world. It was almost impossible for this man to not bring you into a state of bliss. Each snap of his hip hit you in exquisite ways. His deep grunts and moans sent bubbles in your stomach you watched as he would roll his head back to the pleasure you gave him. The way he spoke to you in moments like this were difficult to overcome. You could cum just by his words alone.

“God y/n you feel so fucking good.” 

You could feel the pit of your stomach grow light again. Your walls began to pulsate around him and he could feel that you were chasing your second orgasm of the night. He smirked at you as you began to convulse, feeling the white heat rise to your ears.

“Are you gonna cum again, love? Am I making you feel that good?” 

“Yes Hyunjin, fuck, you’re fucking me so good...” 

“God dammit.” He growled. 

Everything paused for a second as Hyunjin grabbed you off the counter, still inside of you, and he carried you to the dining room, kicking one of the chairs out for him to sit on. He sat down bringing you on top of him, slamming down on his slick member. 

“AHH,” you moaned, tossing your head back at the different angle you had of him.

His hands rested in your ass and he leaned into your ear, “fuck yourself to oblivion, love”

You nodded as you rested your hands on his shoulders. You began to rock yourself back and forth on his dick, moaning loud. His hands helped you as you felt your orgasm grow closer and you began to lose your strength. 

“Come on baby, give it to me,” you rocked faster and faster and soon you felt your orgasm inch closer. The pit of your stomach churned and the walls of your pussy clenched. “That’s it baby, cum for me.” 

You cried out again and you felt your lower half give out to the intensity of your orgasm, you stopped moving for a second as you breathed in heavily trying to catch your breath. Hands still resting on Hyunjin’s shoulders and head hanging low, you felt so light, so spent. Hyunjin gripped your hips and began snapping his hips up into you, your eyes shut tightly as you gripped him, screaming. Your head now resting on his shoulders, body almost limp to the overwhelming orgasm you just had. Hyunjin fucked into you like a mad man, having not reached his high yet. You moaned into his ear at the overstimulation as he grunted to you. You finally felt like you had enough strength to finish him off and you began rocking yourself back to meet his thrusts.

“FUCK” he yelled as you didn’t let up. Your lips found the skin under his ear and you lapped and sucked on it tasting the sweat that formed in his neck from tonight.

“I’m gonna fill you up so fucking good.” 

You smiled against his skin as his thrust grew sloppy. Your lips moved to his ear and you placed a soft kiss before whispering, “do it, baby.”

He groaned on cue and whimpered as he snapped his hips into you hard. You felt the warm spurts of his cum hit your walls inside you and you didn’t let up to the way you rocked against him, wanting to milk him dry. He gasped and tried to hold you still, unable to handle the sensations. 

“Fuck, oh my god y/n,” he sighed as you stopped overstimulating him and just sat there in the chair with him still inside you.

You raised your head to look at him, both of you  fucked out, and you smiled as you leaned in and kissed him again. He cupped your face into the kiss and held you there. The heat radiating of your sweaty bodies and the smell of sex filled the air as the both of you kissed each other with so much need. Pulling back slowly, you rested your forehead against his with your arms around his neck.

“I am never leaving for that long ever again” he stated and you laughed as you moved a piece of his hair off his sweaty forehead, fingertips lightly touching his vein that the top that always came out when he was working hard like that.

“You were gone for a week” you responded and he pecked your lips a few more times and moaned softly.

“A week too long” he smiled and caressed your lower back as you still sat on him. “I missed you too much” 

“You’re back now, and I’m not letting you go anywhere” you kissed his nose cutely and he pulled you in for another kiss.

“Sorry about dinner.” 

“It’s okay, I’m glad you got what you were craving” he smiled.

“Oh honey, that was just an appetizer” he stated as he lifted you both up off the chair. You felt him grow hard again inside you as you laughed. He kicked his pants off his ankles and began walking you to your living room. Finding your couch, he laid you down and kissed your neck as you giggled. He pulled back and made a goofy smile as you reached your hand to caress his face. He tilted his head to kiss your fingertips softly as you smiled adoringly to him. 

“I love you so much y/n”  He leaned in to hover over your lips and your heart skipped a beat to his words.

Because you knew that no matter what, you were falling into that hole, deeper and deeper. And you didn’t know if you wanted to escape, no matter the consequences. Because this, here like this, with him was all you wanted. For the rest of your life. 

“I love you too Hyunjin.”

***

A/N: Ahhh, it’s out. The first chapter!! I hope you like it and are excited about the series as I am! If you made it to the end and are reading this you are loved <3 

[bluefuckboy]

vampire!Dabi x m!reader

A/N: not enough Dabi x m!reader out there so here’s a contribution with a twist. Reader works at a bloodmobile donation center and receives a late night visitor...

WARNINGS: blood (obviously), non con elements, body horror, very brief references to homophobic slang, implied virgin reader, implied death,

Word Count: 4,276

“Thanks again man!”

“Yeah no problem.”

Except it was a problem. Or rather more of an annoyance, even if you were on the end shift anyway. Protocol was two people for transport back to the hospital, but your coworker was very adamant that if he didn’t get to his girlfriend’s right at 9pm then they were over. You’d neglected to ask how he “forgot.”

You were more than capable of managing the bloodmobile by yourself. It was just a little lonely since the drive back to the hospital was close to an hour. Not to mention the time it took to double check donation storage before you could even head back.

You were midway through the A- donations when you heard a knock at the door. It had been at least twenty minutes since your coworker left. It was past 9pm now and everyone at the donation event had left around seven, so you were slightly wary to go to the door.

Upon peering through the window on the door you saw nothing initially. Just the parking lot illuminated dimly. There were shadows from the trees that made strange shapes on some of the parking spaces. It made you slightly anxious, so you turned to go back to the donations when another rap sounded on the door.

This time there was a man in front of the door. He was tall and lanky, his messy black hair was tousled by the slight breeze. A cigarette was perched between long, pale fingers with black nails and what looked like tattoos that came up to the wrist. His other hand was tucked into the pocket of a trench coat, black of course, which almost reached the heavy duty combat boots he was scuffing impatiently on the pavement.

He tapped on the glass of the door with a knuckle, but didn’t look up, opting to take another drag of the cigarette while casting a bored look in the direction of a streetlight.

Your hand hovered over the door handle. You knew opening the door was probably a terrible idea, but for some reason this guy had piqued your interest. You were curious to find out what the heck he was doing in front of a mobile blood donation center at this hour of the night looking like the long lost member of My Chemical Romance.

You slowly unlocked the door to the bus and opened it a crack. The man turned around and looked up at you. His face was pale, and eerie. There were multiple piercings studded across his cheeks, and up to his ears. The lower half of his jaw was heavily tattooed, the ink winding down to his neck and disappearing below the collar of his shirt.

You cleared your throat.

“Can I help you?”

“I dunno, can you?”

The question was mocking and he ended it with a toothless smile. His tone irked you and you informed him that you were done taking donations.

His brow lowered and he mused, “Donations? I thought this was a late night food truck. I even brought my crazy straw.”

He produced an impossibly twisted black straw from the trenchcoat, holding it up for you to see. You stared at it as you tried to come up with a response.

“Sir, this is a mobile blood donation center, not a food truck.”

The man tutted his tongue and peered past you slightly. You moved to block his view of the inside of the bus. He pursed his lips and crossed his arms, taking another long drag of the cigarette and blowing the smoke a little too close to your face for it to be a mistake.

When he spoke it was almost to himself, mumbling, “I don’t know why I even bother to make conversation.” He chuckled. “And what a waste of a clever joke.”

He laughed again and then sighed, letting the cigarette dangle loosely between his fingers. You were thoroughly confused now. Your confusion turned to disgust and slight horror as he brought the cigarette back to his lips. Instead of taking another puff, he drove the still lit butt into the center of his tongue, putting it out without even batting an eye.

You gaped at him, speechlessly watching as he tossed the butt aside. He was unfazed, despite the fact that he had surely just severely burned his tongue. He was merely stretching now, as though he were getting ready for a workout.

After coming back up from a deep toe touch he quipped, “Nothing like a nice palette cleanser, hmm?”

You blinked at him, and then suddenly he was making his way up the steps casually. You put out an arm.

“Excuse me, sir, I can’t let you in.”

The statement made him laugh.

“Letting me in. How 18th Century. You’re cute.”

He made to come into the bus. You tried to stop him, but suddenly found yourself unable to move. It was like the muscles in you body were cramping all at once.

The man easily slipped past you and there was a strange sense of foreboding building as you tried to move again. Pain shot through your legs and you grit your teeth. You were able to move your eyes and found yourself staring into the face of the man as he stood in front of you.

Up close you could see the dark circles under his eyes, heavy bags that accentuated his gaunt features. His eyes were unsettling, cerulean and dangerous. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away. As you stared at them they seemed to flicker between a darker color momentarily, but it could have been a trick of the terrible lighting within the bus.

You watched as the man shut the door behind him and strolled slowly through the bus. He had his hands clasped behind his back, casually peering at the equipment as though he were looking through a library.

Upon finding the open intake box you had been sifting through, his eyebrows went up and a smile crept across his face. He knelt down in front of it and picked up an A- donation packet. He tucked it under his arm and then shuffled through the other packets as though he were looking through a collection of vinyl records.

“Any AB-?”

The question was directed at you and you were suddenly able to move your tongue again, which had felt like it was stuck to the roof of your mouth.

You tried to keep my voice steady as you said, “Sir I need you to put that down and please leave.”

He looked over at you with an amused expression, then turned back to the donations.

“I’ll take that as a no then. At least you’ve got a couple O-‘s. Always a safe bet, if a little bland.”

He sighed and then did something which would have made your jaw drop if you could have. He stabbed the crazy straw into the bag and then took a long sip of the blood. He swallowed, smacking his lips.

“Decent enough I suppose.”

He took another sip and emptied the bag, tossing it aside before moving on to the one he had tucked under his arm. All you could do was stand motionless and watch as he picked out a few more bags and sat casually on one of the donation chairs.

He propped his boots up on the chair and leaned back, sipping form a bag of B+ plus. You could feel sweat dripping down your back. Your muscles were painfully tense and you could feel fatigue setting in, but you couldn’t relax.

You tried in vain again to move and the man’s unusual eyes flicked up to you. He wiped a bit of blood clinging to his lip and sucked his thumb into his mouth. It was overtly obscene and clearly done to annoy you as he knew what he was doing was not only illegal but downright disgusting.

You could feel your legs starting to shake and were worried they might go out and send you flat on your face. Instead, you found yourself suddenly released from whatever strange force had been holding you hostage.

It was so sudden you just fell to the ground in a heap. The man laughed.

“How graceful.”

Despite the feeling of utter exhaustion that was washing over you, you were somehow able to get up and spin around to face the man. You were a bit larger than him and you needed to get him restrained before making a call to the authorities and figuring out what inventory he had decided to drink.

You moved to grab a strap from the chair he was in, quickly buckling it over the wrist that was by his side. His eyebrows went up, but he didn’t make a move to try and fight as you put the straps at the bottom of the chair over his feet so he was bound by all but the hand that held the bag he was still sipping from.

He swallowed and said, “Do I need to give you may safeword?”

Before you could snap back at him for the sexual comment, he lifted the bound arm up. The restraint broke like a piece of dental floss, snapping in half. The restraints on his feet were broken just as easily and you backed away slightly as he swung his legs over the chair and stood up.

He inspected his wrist, even though there were clearly no marks on the tattooed skin. The bag he had was tossed aside and he looked at you.

“I don’t usually prefer to play with my food, but I suppose if you want to have a little fun we could. I prefer fresh anyway.”

Before you had time to react he was grabbing you by your lab coat, swinging you onto the chair as though you weighed nothing. He practically threw you onto it and you felt you head hit the wall of the bus behind it.

“Whoops,” the man said, cracking a smile.

Your own blood went cold as he parted his lips for this smile. His canines were abnormally long, pressing into the soft flesh of his bottom lip. As you looked into his eyes, you saw they had a reddish tint to them, almost staining the blue, glinting as he leaned closer to you.

Your mind went to the tales of blood sucking monsters you’d heard growing up. But those were just stories and fairytales. This had to be some psychopath or sexual deviant who got off on a kink that had to do with bodily fluids.

The man was inches from you face and you found yourself unable to move again. You were stuck sitting in the chair sideways, your legs dangling over the edge. Your heart was racing, making blood pound in your ears.

You felt a chill run down your spine as the man leaned forward. His breath against your skin as he spoke was almost unnaturally hot.

“Sounds like a marching band, doesn’t it?”

Somehow you knew he was referring to the pounding of your blood in your ears. You felt something wet on your neck and the marching band was a cacophony of sound. His tongue was right at your pulse point.

His voice was almost a whisper.

“I’m sure you say this daily, so hopefully you won’t be too surprised. This may sting a little.”

Your eyes went wide as he suddenly sunk his teeth into the column of your neck. You could feel the two points of his canines drive deep, puncturing your skin easily. Your body spasmed as he pulled the fangs out. Blood oozed from the wound, but it was lapped up before it could drip over your collarbone.

The man went back to the gouges and this time you felt yourself jerk violently as he began sucking. A hand was suddenly on your upper thigh, then another on the opposite side of your neck, holding you there. It felt like receiving the world’s most painful hickey.

You shuddered and the hand on your thigh tightened. The man had a strong grip, and was putting just enough pressure to give a warning. Not that you could move if you wanted to. You weren’t in control of my body anymore.

You were hyper aware of each area of your body he was touching. The skin of his hand against your neck was cold, but his mouth on the other side was warm and damp. You could feel his tongue press into the holes. The sensation was like nothing you’d ever felt before.

For some reason it wasn’t pain you were feeling. There was a strange warmth spreading over the back of your neck and down your shoulders. The man pulled away from your neck for a moment. You could hear him swallow as you felt saliva and blood begin to drip onto your shirt, staining the collar of your lab coat.

He put his mouth on you again, but this time there was no sucking. Just the feeling of his tongue laving over the broken skin. It made your stomach drop and your mind began to feel foggy.

You didn’t know how much blood you’d lost. You could still hear the pounding heartbeat in your ears, but your body felt off. You must have involuntarily jerked again because the hand on your thigh slid upward, almost pressing into the dip of your pelvis.

The man must have been trying to keep you from jerking. But the feel of his thumb at the jut of your hip combined with the pressure of his long fingers around your side was making you feel strange in a different way now.

His lips against your skin was now sending heat to other areas of your body. You felt panic begin to rise in your chest. All the sensations were too much for you to handle and the lack of control over your body led to a response you hadn’t anticipated.

The man pulled back and you were mortified as he glanced down at the obvious bulge in your jeans. He raised an eyebrow.

“I suppose that explains the poor flow.”

He sighed and you could feel cold air rush into the space between him and you as he backed away. There was red at the edges of his mouth. He did a circular swipe with his tongue to lick it away and you felt your pants get even tighter.

Your cheeks were burning and you wanted to cover yourself, but you were still unable to move. The man had put a finger on the side of his face, tapping it in thought. You inhaled sharply as he suddenly swiped his thumb over the twin punctures on your neck, gathering a thick glob of blood.

He put the digit in his mouth and sucked on it in thought briefly before saying, “You humans never change.”

You were able to move your eyebrows down, relaying a confused expression to which he replied, “You’re all driven by libido. Just the slightest stimulation arouses you. It’s rather annoying actually.”

He tutted his tongue and your eyes widened as his hands were suddenly at your belt, unbuckling it deftly. He pulled you toward him, yanking off your pants. You felt your breath quicken even more. You could see your cock tenting your boxers. You wanted to disappear.

However the man had other plans. You nearly jerked off the table as he put the tip of his pointer finger on the head of your cock. He rubbed at the fabric of your boxers. You could feel they were damp.

The finger was moved to the waistband of your boxers. The man tugged them off, not being gentle as he dragged them over your flushed cock. You inhaled sharply and desperately wished you could do something, anything, to stop him as he took you in his palm.

He gripped you, musing, “I’ll never understand the hype over drinking from you virgins.”

The blush on your cheeks spread down your neck and chest and the man laughed.

“I suppose there is the thrill of seeing you come undone at the slightest touch.”

He moved his hand up slowly and thumbed over the head of your cock, which was practically dripping now. You shuddered and let out a pathetic noise as he dug the nail of his thumb into your slit.

“You’re particularity responsive,” the man said, rubbing in a slight circular motion, “Do you perhaps, hmm, what do they call it these days? Bat for the other team?”

The man gave you a ornery smile. You couldn’t say anything. Your tongue was stuck pressed up against your bottom teeth. Even if you could speak it was a subject you didn’t want to talk about, especially with some random psychopath.

However said psychopath was now bending down, pushing your legs further apart, saying, “If you swing that way then perhaps you haven’t found yourself a catcher.” His hooded eyes glanced up at you briefly before he continued in a lower voice, “Or maybe it’s a pitcher you’re looking for, hmm?”

Your whole body spasmed violently as he brushed the pad of his thumb over your asshole. His slang was outdated and embarrassing, but it was obvious he was experienced. The thought excited you more for some reason.

The man grinned and suddenly you were able to move. You gasped loudly as your mouth dropped open. The spit that you hadn’t bee able to swallow dribbled down your chin and you grabbed the edge of the chair to keep myself from tipping over.

You glanced down at the man and was met with a sultry gaze, combined with a vulpine smile. You tried to bring a hand up to push him off, but you had no strength. It was taking nearly all of your energy to try and lean forward and close your legs to try and cover yourself.

He brought the hand not on your cock up to your torso, pushing your shirt up. His fingertips were like ice against your heated skin and you couldn’t resist him as he lightly pushed you so you were lying on your back, legs parted, completely exposed.

You gasped as you felt the man take your cock in his mouth. There was no warning, no tongue teasing beforehand, just the tightening of his throat around you as he took all of your cock in.

Your nails dug into the cheap leather of the donation chair as he pulled off, switching to sucking on the head of your cock while chilled fingers made their way down to cup your balls. You shuddered and then cried out as you felt a finger ghost over your entrance.

The man’s wet maw was on you again, saliva dripping down your shaft as he teased you. You whined slightly as he leaned back after sucking half of you for a brief moment. He was looking at you with lewd curiosity.

You were surprised as he leaned forward so your faces were inches apart. His eyes were definitely tinged red now and his features seemed sharper, the angles more prominent. You gaped at him and then cried out in pain as he suddenly bit you again.

It was a different spot, closer to the junction of your collarbone and neck. The bite was harder, but for some reason the pain was arousing now. He pulled back and you didn’t have time to react as you felt his mouth on yours.

His lips were cold, but everything else was hot. You could taste the copper tang of your own blood in your mouth as he snaked his tongue sinfully past your lips. His fangs tested your bottom lip for a moment before he started kissing you so forcefully it felt like he was trying to devour you.

When you finally parted you were gasping for air. Blood and spit were dribbling down your chin and you could see saliva dripping from the man’s fangs as he gave you a feral smile. Then his hand was cupping your chin, his thumb dragging your bottom lip down.

His voice was husky as he said, “It seems you’re enjoying yourself.” He yanked your face toward him. “Unfortunately I can’t finish eating until we can take care of this it seems.”

As he spoke he pumped your cock a few times, making you squirm under him. He smiled and then you were gagging as he stuck two fingers into your mouth.

“I’ll let you do the sucking for a while,” the man said.

His expression made you nervous so you obediently began sucking, despite the humiliation you felt each time you heard the squelch of spit. When he was satisfied with the amount of your spit he’d gathered on his fingers, he pulled them out abruptly.

He moved his hand below your waist and you jumped as a slicked finger nudged at your hole. The man’s mouth was back on the new bite and it felt like your body was going numb. You could feel him suck at your neck as he pressed a finger into you.

You’d never tried any anal play before, so the feeling of someone pushing their finger into your asshole was so foreign you instinctively jerked away. The finger slid out and the sensation made you shudder.

You shut your eyes and hoped that you might have lost enough blood to pass out. But you could feel every sensation as the man’s finger entered you again. He was relentless in his sucking and now you were beginning to feel dizzy.

Your mind was hazy and when you came back to yourself the man had worked two fingers into you. He curled them upward and you felt like you’d been struck by electricity. It was pleasurable and you could feel more precum drip from your cock as he moved his fingers inside of you.

The man’s other hand was suddenly on your cock, putting pressure in just the right area. He twisted his fingers as he pumped you slowly. It was too much and you cummed so hard you saw white.

Your ears were buzzing and the room was spinning. It felt like you were having an out of body experience, especially as you felt the man’s wet tongue tracing down your abdomen. You couldn’t lift your head to look, but you could feel as he swirled his tongue against your skin.

The wet sensation was gone and you heard him say, “I wonder what the police will come up with as an explanation? After all accidents do happen, but certainly they’ll have never seen a scene like this.”

You felt his nails sink into your thighs. They were abnormally sharp and you cried out. The man retracted his right hand and his face came into view, going in and out of focus as you tried to stay conscious. He caressed your cheek briefly and then the nails which were more like claws, were digging into your scalp.

The man forced your head back and kissed you again. This time the fangs that nipped at your bottom lip drew blood. It rushed into your mouth when he pulled away. There was red dripping down his chin and his fangs glinted as he licked them.

He placed an almost chaste kiss to your bloody lips. When he spoke his voice was almost a hiss, hot air just ghosting over your mouth.

“Such a shame really. A young man with his whole life ahead of him. Oh well. At least we were able to have some fun though, hmm?”

He pulled back enough for your eyes to focus on his face. His eyes were clearly red now, just like the blood that was smeared over his face. The sight was horrific and you felt sick.

Red tinged saliva dripped from his fangs as he opened his mouth to say, “My condolences.”

At those words you closed my eyes and braced yourself. Of course he was going to finish you off. There was no way he’d let you live. If he truly was a vampire like the legends of old, you knew far too much now. Plus you were nothing more than another meal.

You felt his nails rake down your thighs and then he bit into your inner leg. You could hear a scream echo in your foggy mind and you assumed it must have been your own. The man clenched his jaw with so much force, a terrible, wet crunch rang in the air.

He’d gone for your femoral artery. You only knew of it because you had studied it, browsed the pages and diagrams, reading how long it took to die after it had been severed. Was it a minute? Less?

You could feel your heartbeat becoming irregular. Blood, your blood, was seeping into the material of your jeans and your vision was beginning to go dark. What little feeling you still had in your body sent shooting pain through your leg and pelvis. The horrifying crunch must have been one of your bones.

Your vision blurred and for some reason your mind recalled the man’s question earlier regarding the blood types you’d gotten donations of for that day. AB- was what he’d asked for. It so happened that you were AB-, a fact you’re sure he found out as soon as he sunk his teeth into you. He’d gotten what he was looking for after all.

As the world faded away completely, you wondered if it was a cruel irony or almost poetic.

[iceeckos12]

Prompt: Jongerrymartin but make it noir.

HI PIT. this was probably not what you were expecting, but hope you enjoy *jazz hands* this is current jongerry, pre-jgm

please let me know if i should tag anything!

Martin stared up at the faded gold lettering painted on the door, wiping a clammy palm against the fabric of his trousers. The other gripped his manila folder tightly, refusing to loosen his grip for even a second, not after all the trouble he’d gone through to get it.

Delano & Sims, the words read. Private Detectives.

He’d talked to one of them over the phone yesterday, a man with an achingly posh accent, who’d said to come at precisely fourteen hundred hours and not a moment later. That clipped, dry tone had almost been enough to scare him off, but...no, he needed this too much to run away.

Martin took a deep breath, and knocked.

“Come in,” a voice called, and he pushed inside.

The first thing he noticed were the swirls of cigarette smoke so thick that the weak light overhead glowed a thin silver. His eyes immediately began to water at the intensity of the smell, and he desperately wanted to bury his nose in his collar.

There was an exasperated sigh from one shrouded corner of the room, and then, “Christ—Jon, open the window, would you?”

“Oh, right, sorry,” There was a clatter as the blinds lifted, and then a solid thunk, and suddenly fresh air and natural light was pouring through the open window, throwing the room in stark relief.

“Sorry about that,” the man next to the window said, leaning heavily on a handsome wooden cane. He was just a wisp of a thing, dressed in a sweater vest like he was some sort of professional academic, with salt and pepper grey hair and dark, keen eyes. “Forgot we had someone coming.”

This must be the person I talked to over the phone, Martin realized. Sims.

“Do me a favor and try not to kill our clients, Jon.” He quickly turned to look at Delano—who else could it be?—who was stepping away from the fan now juddering to life, swirling the quickly dissipating smoke. It was almost startling how different the two partners were; where Sims was thin and short, Delano was tall and wiry, with inky black hair and cool, gunmetal eyes. The weathered leather trench coat and chunky boots had obviously seen some better days.  “We need all the ones we can get.”

Martin’s face flushed as he was struck by how unfairly attractive these two people were.

“Duly noted,” Sims drawled, limping over to the heavy desk stacked high with papers. He set the cane aside and propped himself against it with a quiet sigh, then gestured toward one of the ratty looking chairs. “Take a seat, Mr. Blackwood.”

Martin shifted uncomfortably. “Oh, I don’t…”

“No need to stand on decorum, not around here.” Delano pointedly plopped into the chair behind the desk, grin wide and toothy. “Jon just likes to pretend that we’re more professional than we actually are.”

“We’re professional,” Sims protested, sounding deeply offended. “Just...unorthodox.”

“Well, alright,” Martin said, and lowered into the surprisingly comfortable chair.

Delano cleared his throat. “Right. So what brings you to us, Mr. Blackwood?”

Martin thought for a moment, not wanting to speak rashly, or to give away anything too personal. “Well, I’ve heard rumors that you two are capable of...discretion, so to speak, and I would prefer that this doesn’t get spread around.”

“Ah.” Sims’ eyes quickly flicked up and down his body, one eyebrow raising. “Out of curiosity, can I ask who referred you to us?”

“Tim Stoker?” Martin shuffled. “He said that you helped him out of a similar bind not too long ago.”

Sims and Delano glanced at each other, their eyebrows doing a complicated little dance, though what information could’ve been conveyed through such a medium, Martin had no clue. They turned to look at him again in unison, expressions very serious.

“When you say similar…” Delano trailed off.

Martin immediately shook his head. “Oh, nothing to do with the Circus. I’m not stupid enough to get involved with them after what happened with Tim and his brother.”

They both relaxed immediately.

“That’s good for you,” Delano told him. “We’ve run afoul of Nikola and her merry band far too many times for comfort. If you’d said you’d gotten on her bad side, I’m afraid we would’ve had to ask you to leave.”

Martin glanced at Sims, who was staring very hard at his feet, then Delano, who was observing him calmly, patiently, the way a bird of prey sights down a mouse. “Oh.”

“Quite,” Sims murmured.

“Anyway,” Delano gave a wide, grandiose gesture. “Please. Why have you come to us?”

The manila folder suddenly felt very, very heavy, and he fiddled with one of the corners, rubbing the material between his fingers. “Well...I work for this, um, this shipping company. I mostly do busywork, administrative tasks, that sort of thing. It’s not very glamorous, but it—it pays really well, despite the company being kind of small.” Martin traced the grain of the paper with one finger. “I think it handles a lot of….specialty items.”

“And the name of this company?” Sims asked, pen poised over the little notebook he’d appeared from seemingly nowhere.

Anxiety plummeted his stomach into his toes. “I’m sorry, but I don’t feel comfortable giving away that information.”

Delano’s eyebrows rose. “Discretion, remember? Besides, we’ll need to know if we’re going to be able to help you.”

“If we decide to help you,” Sims muttered.

Martin took a few fortifying breaths, swallowing the nausea down. “Right,” he murmured. “Right. It’s, um...Tundra shipping company? Run by Mr. Peter Lukas.”

Sims went very, very still, pen poised above his notebook, expression fixed like it’d been molded into his face. Delano loomed forward, the gunmetal of his eyes gleaming like the sun reflecting off of a loaded barrel. “Is that so?”

Martin glanced toward Sims, wondering at his demeanor, then turned back to Delano and nodded. “Yeah. You two—you know him?”

“Do we.” Delano let out a dry chuckle. “Continue.”

“Right.” Martin shook his head. “Well, one day I was doing some bookkeeping, just...routine stuff, you know? But I noticed something off with the numbers, like...really wrong. And I double checked my math several times just to make sure, but…” he swallowed. “I think that someone may be cooking the books, or...or something. I don’t know.

“Anyway, I went back the next day but the numbers had been changed, and—and Mr. Lukas called me into his office and said some really weird stuff that I think may have been a threat? It was hard to tell.” Martin shook his head, biting his lip. “There’s been other stuff, too. Contracts with companies that I know don’t exist, visitors at odd hours. I think something really rotten is going on, but I don’t think that I can handle it myself.”

Delano and Sims shared an unhappy look. Then Sims pushed away from the desk and began to circle the perimeter of the room, his eyebrows furrowing into a thunderstorm on his brow.

“We’d love to finally be able to pin something substantial on the bastard—on Lukas,” Delano said. “But insinuating those types of claims without a shred of evidence...that’s a nonstarter. We’re going to need a little bit more than that.”

“But I do have evidence?” Martin asked, lifting the manila folder. “I took photocopies of the pages, and notated where the discrepancies were.” He wrinkled his nose. “I wasn’t about to just write on official financial records. There’s also some of the weird contracts I was talking about. I kept copies of everything.”

Sims, who’d walked out of sight while Martin had been talking, suddenly appeared behind him, reaching for the folder. “Can I see?”

“Be careful with it, that’s the only copy,” Martin said nervously, but handed it over.

Sims walked back over to the desk, hopped up on the edge, and eagerly tipped the contents of the folder on the space between him and Delano. They quickly sifted through the papers, wordlessly handing things to each other like a seamless, well-oiled machine.

“This is good.” Delano’s voice was almost hushed, almost awed. “This is...really good, actually.”

“But you see why I can’t go to the police with this, right?” Martin twisted his hands fitfully. “You see why I need your help.”

“Of course not,” Sims said dismissively, though there was an eager gleam in his eyes. “The police are so deep in Lukas’ pocket you might as well have kissed your life goodbye if you’d gone to them.”

“Oh.” Martin swallowed, trying and failing to come up with anything more intelligent than that. “Oh.”

Delano drummed his fingers against the desk pensively. “Speaking of, it wouldn’t be a good idea to pursue this recklessly. We appreciate you bringing this to us, but it does put you in a significant amount of danger. Do you have friends or family outside the country you can stay with, Mr. Blackwood?”

“Um…” He had cousins in Poland, he was pretty sure. Whether or not they would take him in was another question entirely. “Possibly.”

Sims reluctantly gathered the papers up and slid them back into the manila folder, before holding it out. “Come back when you’ve got something lined up.”

Martin lifted a quelling hand as he got to his feet. “I’d...prefer you hold onto it, honestly. It’s probably safer with you.”

Sims blinked, then shrugged and set the folder back down. “I see.”

“We’ll be seeing you later, Mr. Blackwood.” Delano’s grin was a sharp, toothy thing. Despite its grimness, Martin found himself inexplicably comforted by it.

“Please,” he corrected before he could help himself. “Call me Martin.”

-0-

“So,” Gerry said, long after Martin had left and the excitement had faded. He filled a glass with some ice, then tipped a finger of whisky over the top. “What do you think?”

“I don’t trust him,” Jon said almost before Gerry had finished talking, accepting the glass with a quiet murmur of thanks. “It’s a bit too good to be true. After years of searching, someone just...emerges with hard evidence of Peter’s wrongdoings?” An incredulous snort. “I don’t think so.”

Gerry propped himself up against the edge of the desk, staring at the dark bags under his partner’s eyes, the cynical curve of his mouth. He looked exhausted. “You never know,” he said mildly, taking a sip of his whiskey sour before continuing. “I think we’re about due for a lucky break.”

“We don’t get lucky breaks. We get fooled into thinking that we have a lucky break, only to get royally fucked later,” Jon snapped, thumping his cane against the ground for emphasis. “You should know that by now.”

Gerry frowned. “Don’t take this out on me.”

Jon metaphorical hackles went up, and for a moment it looked as though he were about to start shouting—but then he abruptly deflated and looked away. “No, you’re right, it’s just…”

Gerry sighed. It was difficult to stay angry at Jon when he bore such a striking resemblance to a kicked puppy. “I get it.”

They fell silent for a moment, sipping their drinks, lost in their respective thoughts.

“Shall we go?” Gerry asked, setting his glass aside.

Jon paused for a moment longer, before letting out a long, gusty sigh and draining what was left in his drink. “Sure.”

The elevator was still broken, so unfortunately they had to take the stairs. While Gerry knew better than to offer any assistance, his heart still clenched at how tight with pain Jon’s jaw had gone by the time they reached the bottom. They stopped for a few seconds to let Jon get his breath back, before continuing toward home.

About a block away from the office, they froze at the sound of pounding footsteps growing unmistakably closer.

“Hear that?” Jon murmured out of the corner of his mouth, the dying light of the sun glinting off the switchblade in his free hand.

“Mmhm,” Gerry hummed, slipping a hand into his pocket.

Martin was very, very lucky that Gerry recognized him as he rounded the corner; otherwise, it was very likely that Jon would’ve run him through. As it was, Martin crashed into them both, gasping frantically for air, cheeks flushed, eyes wide with abject terror.

“Martin?” Jon demanded, shoving the switchblade away. “What the hell are you—”

“They’re after me,” Martin gasped out, scrabbling at Gerry’s coat. “They—I don’t know how they found out, but they, Peter, he—”

“Shit,” Gerry muttered, suddenly becoming aware of the second set of pounding footsteps growing nearer. He took a moment to assess their surroundings, before grabbing Martin’s shoulders and hauling him into the nearby alley. “Martin, hide behind that dumpster. Jon, distraction time.”

Despite the situation, Jon’s eyes lit up with an exhilarated gleam. Gerry had just enough time to fondly think, adrenaline junkie, before Jon tucked his cane over his wrist, twisted his hands in Gerry’s lapels, and shoved him against the wall for a bruising kiss.

Gerry gasped into Jon’s mouth, his hands instinctively falling to cup Jon’s slim hips. He deepened the kiss, humming encouragingly when Jon shoved his jacket over his shoulders, exposing the thin black t-shirt beneath.

Jon was just beginning to press little kisses down the juncture of his jaw and neck when the harsh beam of a torch fell on them. Jon, who’d been a drama queen long before he’d joined am dram in uni, pulled away with a theatrical gasp, his annoyance almost startlingly genuine. Gerry tucked his face out of the way and adjusted his jacket, affecting embarrassment.

“Do you mind?” Jon asked.

“Oh,” the person on the other end of the torch said, sounding distinctly uncomfortable. Gerry tried to peek a look, but the beam was too strong for him to see into the darkness beyond it. “Sorry to disturb you sirs, um...you wouldn’t happen to have seen a person—?”

“No, we haven’t seen a person.” Keeping one hand curled in Gerry’s jacket, Jon took a step back, lifting his chin defiantly. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we were busy.”

“Right,” the person muttered, and then the torchlight abruptly vanished, dropping them once more into the dying light of the sun.

They stood there for a moment, Jon breathing hard, cheeks flushed. Gerry tipped his head back against the wall, letting his eyes flutter shut as his pumping heart slowed.

Then the grip in his collar loosened, and Jon let out a pained groan and sank against the wall. “Fuck.”

“Alright, take it easy,” Gerry murmured. He pressed a kiss against Jon’s hair and rubbed a soothing hand against his back. “You did beautifully.” Then louder, “Martin, you can come out now.”

There was a brief pause, and then a shadow tentatively emerged from behind the dumpster. Martin looked far less rattled than he had when he’d first run around the corner, though there was still a healthy flush to his cheeks. He peered up the alley, wringing his hands. “Are they…”

“For now,” Jon said, grimacing as he dug his knuckles into the tight muscles. “We should leave before they get back.”

Martin’s eyes honed in on him. “Will you be okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” Jon snapped, straightening. “You should be more worried about yourself. You can’t go home, right?”

The question seemed to remind Martin of the current situation, because his eyes went a little wild again. “No, they...I left to do a bit of shopping, and then came back and, and there they were.”

They fell silent for a moment, considering that.

“Well, there’s nothing for it,” Jon said brusquely. “You’ll have to come home with us.”

“What?” Martin gaped.

Gerry was already nodding. “We don’t have much room, but we can make up the couch for you.”

That only seemed to make Martin all the more aghast. “Wait! Wait, won’t that put you in danger?”

Gerry looked up and met Jon’s gaze.

“We have...a certain degree of protection,” Gerry hazarded delicately. “It won’t do much against the likes of Peter himself, but lesser threats…”

“You’ll be fine,” Jon completed. “Now unless you want to run into them again, we had better get going.”

Martin glanced mutely between them, looking like he wanted nothing more than to argue. Then his shoulders slumped, probably realizing that he had no other choice considering how dire the situation was.

“Alright,” he murmured, defeated. “Let’s go.”

[dcnatural]

Soaking Wet

Word Count: 2189

Pairing: John Constantine x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Synopsis: During a storm in London, you find cover in your ex-boyfriend’s apartment.

There were many things you loved about London, but the weather was definitely not one of them. There had been no sign of rain when you left your hotel room for an evening stroll, the sun shone brightly on the clear sky. Then, almost by magic, the clouds turned gray, the wind began to hurl, and a heavy rain started pouring down.

Puddles of water splashed under your feet as you ran through the streets desperate to find shelter. The icy rain pricked your skin like projectiles, the strong winds blowing it at fast speeds. Strands of wet hair clung together in front of your face, blocking your vision and no matter how many times you tried to tuck them behind your ear, they fell off again.

Being mostly a residential area, there were no stores for you to seek shelter in and the open sidewalks offered no protection. By the time you finally found cover under the awning of a four-storey brick building, even your socks were drenched. Although the draped fabric prevented the water from falling directly above you, it did nothing to shield you from the gusts of wind and the droplets of rain it brought along. 

You hugged your coat tightly around your body in an attempt to keep yourself warm. You hadn’t dressed for the weather, your clothes weren’t thick enough to act as an efficient barrier from the cold. Not even your cardigan seemed to do anything against the rapidly dropping temperature. 

You considered walking into the building instead of simply hiding in front of it. The wooden door, however, was locked and without a key, you found yourself stuck where you were. Your battery had run out and, as such, you couldn’t even call yourself an Uber.

When you first heard his voice calling your name, you assumed that you had simply drifted off and were dreaming - no, if he was in it, then it must be a nightmare. But then he called again, each syllable coated heavily in his british accent, and you are pulled out of your musings.

Water beads clung to your eyelashes blurring your vision and you had to squint to see better, but there was no denying that it was actually him. His dirty blond hair was a disheveled mess on top of his head and his trademark trench coat flowed ever-so-gently behind him. A lit cigarette hung from his lips, which were slightly curled into a smirk. 

“John Constantine,” you replied in a mist of distrust and awe. It had been so long since your mouth had last formed those words that your muscles seemed to fight against it, as if trying to remind you what had happened the last time you did so.

He took a drag of his cigarette and puffed out, encircling the two of you in a grayish smoke and you coughed. “That’s me, luv.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I live here,” he stated, grabbing a pair of keys from his pockets and rattling them in front of you, the tiny metal pieces clinking against one another. 

Your mouth opened in a silent “oh”. Of course that, out of all the apartment buildings in London, you would end up stranded underneath his. The wind picked up and a chilling breeze blew across you, causing you to shiver.

“How ‘bout you?” he continued, “Are you stalking me? ‘Cause it would have been easier if you just called.”

You roll your eyes at his insinuation. “Oh please, as if I’d want anything to do with you again. I was just walking and got lost. And then this damned storm started.” As if prompted by your words, a lightning struck the sky, followed closely by the deafening sound of a thunder and you jolted in surprise.

Constantine chuckled and you furrowed your brows. “It’s not funny!” you groaned. “It’s freezing out here and I’m soaking wet!”

He raised an eyebrow but before he could make a sound, you were at it again. “Don’t even start. You know what I meant.”

“I don’t think I do, luv. Why don’t you show me how wet you are?”

You couldn’t believe his audacity. Making jokes and flirting when the last time you spoke to him he had acted like a complete bastard. Not to mention that you were clearly in distress. “Fuck. Off.” you replied harshly, crossing your arms and turning away from him.

“I can’t leave you out here to freeze to death, it would weigh heavy on my conscience.”

“Since when do you have one?” you bickered. 

“Do you wanna come inside or not?" he continued as if he hadn't heard your interruption. "I have some beers in the freezer and we could catch up while waiting for the storm to die out.”

You should’ve said no. But the cold was just too harsh and you could feel your toes going numb. Letting out a small sigh, you nodded. 

"Fine. But that doesn't mean I forgive you or anything like that."

"Noted," he said, his smile widening a bit. You bit your lip to keep yourself from saying something nasty about him. There was a huge list of unflattering adjectives you could call him, all of which would be true.

He unlocked the entrance and you rushed inside, immediately feeling better now that you were out of the wind's reach. John tried to make small talk as the two of you climbed the stairs up to his floor but you ignored his questions, dismissing most of them with a nod or a wave of hand.

His apartment wasn't the mess you expected. The small living room was tidy, there were no dishes on the kitchen sink and the floor wasn't littered with cigarette butts. It even smelled nice: lavender and blueberries, reminiscing of a warm summer day in the countryside.

You removed your muddy shoes and went inside. He turned on the heater and went to get the promised beers from the fridge. You sat on the carpet in front of the radiator and enjoyed the warmth. Constantine handed you an open bottle and you took it, shallowing half of it in one go, not minding the bitter taste. 

Despite the heat, you were still pretty much chilled to the bone, your damp clothes preventing you from fully warming up. You coughed and shifted uncomfortably, hoping he didn’t notice your discomfort. Nor the increasingly damp patch that was forming underneath you in the carpet.

"You should take off your clothes", John suggested casually as he studied you.

You almost choked on your drink. "Excuse me?"

"You are dripping everywhere", he took the now empty bottle from your hand, "and they say that you should never stay in wet clothes when trying to warm up. Do you wanna take a warm shower? I can lend you something to wear."

You squinted. You simply weren’t used to him being this… kind? Prestative? You didn’t even know what to call it. And once more, instead of declining his offer like any sane human being, you said yes.

He led you down the hallway to his bedroom, with its walls covered in posters of classic punk rock bands and sorcery books scattered around the floor, and to the annexed bathroom. 

“I’ll leave a change of clothes on the bed for you,” he said before closing the bathroom door. 

You locked the door, checking twice to ensure it couldn’t be open, and waited until you heard him move to the hallway before undressing. The shower was hot and you welcomed the scalding water, letting it run down your body and wash the cold away. You tried not to think of how his soap smelled like him - citric and earthy; as long as you had known John, he had always used the exact same brand of soap - and how you would smell like him afterwards.

Despite that, you couldn’t deny that it was pleasant to have a shower, and when you were done, you already felt better. Careful to keep your back to the door, just in case his intentions were less chivalrous than he was letting out, you picked the white button-up shirt he had separated for you and got dressed. It was clearly an old, worn-out piece and you could see the markings of cigarette burns and of the places where the fabric had been thorn in combat and had been sewn back together. The garment was too big for your lithe frame, the hem hung just above your knees and the sleeves covered completely your hands, forcing you to roll them up in order to use your hands. He had left a pair of black pants but, given your lack of underwear, you chose not to put them on, the shirt did more than enough to cover your private parts. You pulled your hair in a loose bun to get the wet strands out of your neck and, after a quick glance at the mirror to ensure you were decent, walked back to the living room.

Constantine was slouched on the couch, watching television with a bottle of whiskey in hand. He smiled as you crossed the doorway and his gaze drifted over your body, lingering just a second too long on your cleavage and making you blush. He scooted to the end of the couch and patted the empty space besides him and, seeing no harm in it, you slumped against the cushions.

“Feeling better?”, he asked, passing the bottle to you, which you gladly took.

“I hate to say it, but you were right, everything feels better after a shower.”

On the screen, a man jumped from a helicopter while bombs exploded in the background, and despite not having seen the beginning of the movie, and although you weren’t exactly paying attention, you soon got the hang of the plot. Indeed, John’s presence on your side was quite disconcerting, and throughout the movie, as the bottle emptied out, you found yourself inching closer and closer to him, until your legs were touching.

As the action came to a climax and the hero saved his beloved, you felt Constantine’s hand sliding over your leg, fingers drawing little circles on your skin that sent goosebumps to your core.

“John,” you mumbled, leaning into his touch and sighing as he ventured further upward and his calloused fingers grazed your inner thigh.

“That’s right, luv, say my name,” his words were soft as he whispered them into your ear.

You shook your head. “No, we can’t.” You tried to shove him off, but didn’t put any real strength in it. You knew it was wrong, but his touch was just so good, and it felt so right.

Ignoring your plea, his free hand began to open the buttons of the shirt to expose your breasts. “Can’t or won’t ?”

You lost any ability to form cohesive sentences when his lips closed around your peaked nipple, nibbling at the raised nub. His tongue swirled over your breast and you found yourself gripping tightly at his dirty blond hair to keep him from pulling away.

While he continued to place kisses on your chest, his other hand slipped between your thighs, fingers dangerously close to your already dripping folds. He teased you, scraping his nails where he knew your skin to be the most sensitive until you were squirming under him, basically begging him to give you the relief you craved.

He detached his mouth from your body with an audible pop. “Tell me, still think we can’t?”

You rolled your eyes. “You win. Just-” Your sentence was cut short as he abruptly kissed you and, wrapping an arm around your waist, picked you up from the couch and carried your body to the bedroom.

You giggled as he laid you onto the bed, legs wide open and back propped up against pillows. His eyes were locked with yours as he spread your lower lips apart and dragged his tongue lazily over your entrance. Your hips jerked forward when he made contact with your clit and you moaned as he began to flick his tongue against it. He knew how to get you all worked up, kissing, biting and sucking on the right places to send your mind into heaven. Or perhaps hell.

Praises and profanities rolled out of your tongue as the pleasure built inside of you. Your nails scratched his shoulders leaving red trails of blood behind, urging him to continue. Dark spots formed on your vision as you reached your peak, back arching over the mattress and a lewd scream leaving your mouth.

He laid on your side, a wide grin plastered on his face. “It’s still storming outside, perhaps it would be better for you to spend the night. Just to be safe, you know,” he added with a mischievous wink.

“Shut up,” you replied, leaning over to kiss him, the taste of you still on his lips. “Just tonight. And only because it is freezing out there.”

He nodded half-heartedly and draped an arm around you, pulling you against him. “Sure. Someone has got to keep you warm.”

[ratg0r3]

p1x reader/crust punk ver 1.2

okok ok ok i got some more of it done and the grammar is better, eat up fuckers /lh

"That'll be $10.95." I say in my barely awake tone, trying to make it through the next five minutes so I can finally clock out. The tall ginger nods and pulls out his wallet, its barely a wallet anymore with how its falling apart. He has become one of the regulars, at least for my shift. Getting the same pack of cigs every month, only thing different is the amount of lighters this bastard goes through.

If I were asked to give a number on how many cigarettes he buys a month, it'd be around six. "Here, $11…" He says quietly, bringing myself back to reality. Holding out the two bills in front of me, I ring up his items: a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Giving him back a nickel in the process. After the transaction was complete, he grabbed the items and shoved them in his pocket before turning the corner and exiting the store.

Sighing after a deep breath, I look around; there's nothing to clean up tonight. The night-shift guy comes from the back of the store and walks up beside me behind the counter. "Slow night, lets hope it stays that way through my shift too…" I nod and pat the counter, not really wanting to stay and chat. "Well, it's time for me to head out. See ya-" After clocking out for the day, I step outside the store and close my eyes as my head tilts up. Taking a deep breath in, I look to the right. The ginger regular was there leaning against the wall. Listening to something he had playing on his Walkman as he wrote or drew in a small book as he smoked. Walking to the side, I pull out my pack of cigarettes and then check my pockets for my lighter. After a few seconds of searching, I pull one out of my back pocket. Trying to ignite it with the smallest flame, I only found it empty. "Damn…" Trying to play it off and hoping no one saw me struggle with the lighter, I turned to the guy, who was still writing in his journal. Walking over to him, he glances hesitantly back and forth between the book and myself. "Hey, can you give me a light?" I say awkwardly, smiling at him. He nods quickly and shyly as he pockets the pen and book in the inner pocket of his trench coat. He swiftly pulls out the lighter he just bought and lights it. "Here, long day?" he says through his shy demeanor as he pockets the lighter. "Yeah…" I stand next to him, leaning against the store wall, taking a drag of the cigarette and letting the bitter smoke enter my lungs. "So, not to sound intrusive, but why do you buy so many lighters?" I say, trying to make small talk with him. He looks away and thinks for a second before responding.

"I like watching fires. I uhm... have a fire pit behind my house and a lot of candles inside my house too..." he says in a slightly hushed tone. I can tell he doesn't talk much to other people.

"Oh, nice." I respond before we both go silent, just enjoying the weather before the wind picks up. The air starts to become damp and cold, and I take a last drag of my cigarette before putting it out. He does the same by smothering his with the sole of his boot as he sighs. "Well, it was nice meeting you," he says in a low tone.

"Yeah, you too. Hey, thanks for letting me use your lighter. I'll see you around." I say, feeling just a bit more awkward than a few seconds before. I scratch the back of my neck as I smile.

"Hell yeah, sounds nice." A soft, subtle smile appears on his face, and I look up to see my awkward reflection staring back from his shades. Watching as his long hair blows in the wind and the goatee, though slightly untamed, completes the look.

"Hey, you alright?" He asks, snapping me out of my trance. "Oh. I'm sorry, really. I'm sorry. I was staring. Storms are coming. I should probably go." Flustered, I look down, not wanting to make eye contact with him. "Yeah, we should start to leave. Well, see you!" I see a hand come into my view. Looking up, he has an awkward smile on his face. I reach to shake his hand, and it's firm and strong.

Nodding, he turns away, fidgeting with his Walkman to turn it up. I feel disappointed as he leaves, wanting to stay and chat with him more. Walking back to my car, rain starts to fall. As I get into my car, the rain becomes heavy. I hope that the guy got into his car or got home before it started pouring. Turning the car on, the radio starts to play some music, but I quickly put one of my cassettes into the player, Type O Negative's album Bloody Kisses. As I start to drive back to my house, listening to the music and the rain, the image of the guy slips into my mind. 'Did I even get his name? Shit, I don't think I did. Well lets hope he comes back to the store tomorrow.' I thought as I pulled into the driveway. After gathering all the items in my car and shoving them into a drawstring bag and stuffing it under the seat, I look around before leaving the car. A dingy, rundown apartment complex has old, faded murals covered by amateur graffiti tags, and vines cover the lower parts of the walls. One part of the building has smashed windows; it was from some altercation between an ex, so I've heard. Taking the cassette out of the car radio and back into its case, I pocket it. Once the rain lessened I made my way to the entrance, the inner hallways reeked of old tobacco and the paint was peeling in the weekspots of the walls.  Going to the second floor via the stairs, I made it to my apartment. Checking the hall before opening the door is important because as soon as the door is unlocked, the power to the complex goes out. A loud crack of thunder follows. Walking into the now-dark abode and locking the door behind me, a sigh escapes. "Fucking hell..." I say to myself, using the lighter to find the large DIY three wicked candle on the coffee table. Once I find it and light the wicks the room starts to brighten with the flickering glow of the fire.  Posters line the walls where the paint peels, small piles of trash are scattered around. Hearing footsteps emerge from the bathroom, a groggy roommate enters the living room.

"Why does it have to be that every time a storm comes around, our place gets struck?" Mikey, the roomate says. They are wearing a stained white tanktop and are holding a toothbrush in their hand as they walk to the fridge. "Because this place sucks balls, what do you think? How's everything holding up anyway?" I ask as I sit down on the couch, taking my shoes and hoodie off and placing them to the side. "Oh yeah, we also have to get this shithole cleaned up, but we can do that later." I add. Mikey opens the fridge, grabbing a water bottle and opening it with their teeth. "Well, since we can't do much because the powers are out, we could start to clean up." Mikey proposes as they use the water bottle to raise their mouths out of the kitchen sink. "We need something like an oil lamp."

[a-supernatural-writer]

Lost in the Shadows Pt.4

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Word Count: 2801

FemOC x Poly Lost Boys

A pink and blue sugary sweet entered Vanessa’s mouth. She hummed in enjoyment as the cotton candy instantaneously melted in her mouth. She loved the treat. Anything cotton candy or even a sweet that had the pink and blue color combination sent her into a giddy state of being. 

She was leaning against the railing of the boardwalk with a set of stairs leading down to the beach right next to her. 

It’s been a very long time since she’s been to a beach town. The group's previous home was New Orleans. Filled with swamps and bayous, smoke filled bars, and jazz playing almost every single night. 

Vanessa didn’t dislike their previous home, it was just starting to become too repetitive for her. She loved jazz but was soon losing her mind hearing the same things over and over again. Their own rock band that they formed was at the bottom of the totem pole because of the music genre. 

So, that’s when Vanessa suggested that they moved. Find somewhere new where their band would be appreciated. And what better place than California? Especially a small beach town that was always looking for performers. 

Santa Carla was perfect. It was a hub for strange people. People like them. Well, not entirely like them but close enough. 

Not to mention, more often than not, she was feeling a strange pull towards the beach town. Over the past few years it was getting stronger and stronger. She talked to the others about it and that convinced them even more to move to Santa Carla. 

The others had a theory that made Vanessa practically itching her skin. The theory that her mate could be roaming around. And that freaked her out to no end. Her and her group have been around for over a few hundred years and only now she was getting a pull?��

The group chalked it up to whether her own mate either turned into a vampire or it was a desire that both her and her mate wanted. Companionship. 

Vanessa didn’t outright ever admit she wanted companionship in the sense of love or romance. She was perfectly content with her own coven. 

But having a mate was a romantic situation. Sarah and Danielle are mates and so is Timothy and Luis. They were already all together before they changed, so not much changed to their dynamic. 

Vanessa only guessed that deep down, she wanted it. She wanted what her friends had. Someone to be with and to rely on in a different way. 

Vanessa frowned as she finished the last bit of her dinner, leaving nothing but the plastic bag behind. She crumpled up the plastic in her hands and tossed it into the trash can down below on the beach. 

She still had a little time before she had to meet up with her friends. And the night would end with them maybe grabbing an extra bite to eat down at the beach. 

She reached into her back pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes that was slowly dwindling and would have to get a new pack by tomorrow night. 

A single cigarette was plucked from the pack and Vanessa held it in between her lips as she put the pack in her back pocket and fished her lighter out in the other one. It was a gold lighter with her full name and a butterfly engraved on it. It was a present from her parents when she changed completely. 

Cupping the cigarette with one hand, she flicked the lighter that was at the tip of the nicotine. Vanessa started to growl in frustration as the lighter wasn’t igniting. She stopped her attempts to get it to work and shook it up against her ear. 

“Fucker.” Vanessa groaned when she couldn’t hear any lighter fluid sloshing about. She was so busy bringing everything into their new place this morning and getting all the necessary paperwork done that she forgot to refill it. 

She reluctantly placed her lighter back into her pocket but kept the cigarette in her mouth. Maybe she could find someone with a lighter on hand? 

“Need a light?” A lighter was held up by a leather gloved hand. 

Vanessa’s eyes that were hidden behind her black sunglasses trailed up the arm and then landed on their face. 

If that pull wasn’t strong before, it was now. She could feel her inside turning and twisting. The pull was much stronger, but it still seemed incomplete. Like it was waiting for more. 

The owner of the lighter was a guy around her age. He had a platinum blonde mullet that almost looked white but it was nowhere close to her own white colored hair. He had stubble of the same color and icy blue eyes that looked like it could pierce through her heart. Thank god that her heart was half dead so it wasn’t beating like a drum. 

Not only did the leather gloves surprise her, but his whole wardrobe did. He had two coats on which was a leather jacket underneath a black trench coat. Weird combination but it really worked for him. She saw a black shirt underneath those layers but she couldn’t tell what kind of shirt it was because it seemed to be hidden. A pair of leather pants that anyone can salivate over and ankle boots that had… Were those spurs? 

Vanessa hid a smile behind her cigarette. She only concluded that he was old enough to have lived through the old western days. Maybe it stuck with him so much that he carried that piece of his life all these years. 

She knew he was a vampire, a fully turned one cause she could not only smell it on him, but she felt deep within her blood. 

“You have no idea.” Vanessa answers him. She cups her hand around the lighter as he ignites it, lighting up the end of her cigarette. She pulls back, inhaling it deeply, the ends of it burning as she breathes it in. 

Vanessa watches as he himself takes a cigarette he had placed behind his ear, placing it in between his own lips and joining her. She breathes out smoke, tapping the ends of ashes over the side of the railing, “Thanks. I thought I was gonna lose it for a second.” 

He smiled a little, breathing out his smoke, “I saw you struggling, and wanted to help.” 

Vanessa smirked, she felt him trying to prod her mind. But since she was much older than he was, she had much more experience in the field of mind games than him. She closed her mind to him, not letting him get past any of her defenses. And instead put out some fake thoughts that would appease him. 

But she was easily able to gain access to him without him knowing. And that’s when she learned that the pretty platinum blonde’s name was David. And so far, he thought she was human. He felt that same pull towards her. They both knew that they were each other's mate, but he thought she was oblivious to this pull. Just a naive little human. 

“Why do I feel like that’s just an excuse?” Vanessa asked, taking in another puff. 

David followed her actions, she will admit, guys who smoked like her surprisingly always put her off. But with David, it was a nice sight to see. 

David smirked a little, “Don’t know what you mean.” 

Vanessa wanted to laugh. Fucking tease. “Name’s Vanessa. I’d like to know the name of my hero of the night who encouraged my addiction.” 

“Vanessa…” David repeated her name. If he wasn’t dead, maybe his heart would’ve skipped a beat. His mate's name was Vanessa. It wasn’t a name he heard often, but it would soon become his favorite. 

David leans against the rail next to Vanessa, his coat covered shoulder just barely brushing against her bare ones. 

Vanessa blinked and then continued to smoke as if the slight touch didn’t affect her. Which was a huge fucking lie. It almost felt like a shock and damn it felt good. David was on the same page. Suppressing his urges. 

“My name is David. Hero of the night?” David smirked at Vanessa’s choice of words, “Such a compliment.” He continued to smoke as well, watching as the white haired female exhaled. 

Vanessa rolled her eyes, “Take it. Don’t give them out much. But seriously, thanks. Nerves have been crazy.” 

David nodded in agreement. His own nerves have been in a frenzy ever since he felt the pull towards her. He hid it well better than the others, smoking like a chimney ever since his mate set foot in Santa Carla. 

He felt it even more when he sensed her at the Boardwalk. His coven could feel her too. But being the leader of their group, he broke off first, trying to find her through the crowds of people. 

And when David saw her struggling with lighting her cigarette, the pull that he felt all but dragged David to her. He seized the opportunity and he was successful. He had control. 

Once again, Vanessa wanted to laugh. So he liked control? Interesting. But what amused her the most was the fact that he thought he was in control. He was strong, she gave him credit where credit was due. Hell, he was close to being on par with her. Just some more practice and he would be stronger than her. 

Vanessa was half vampire. She was strong in some areas but if a fully fledged vampire had enough time, they could easily beat her. 

“Been in Santa Carla long?” David asked. He already knew the answer to that but he wanted to hear it from her. 

Vanessa tapped off the last bit of ashes, taking her last puff, but before she could answer three news faces made their way over to the two of them and that’s when Vanessa almost lost her shit. 

That pull that felt with David grew in tenfold as the new faces came closer. And it felt complete. Vanessa wanted to let out a string of curses. She didn’t just have one mate, she had four. 

“Who’s the babe?” A guy with long blonde hair that was teased asked David as he hopped up to sit on the rail on Vanessa’s opposite side. He had sharp facial features and he had a blonde stubble as well, but not as noticeable as David’s. Pretty blue eyes that looked down at Vanessa with eagerness. He wore a black jacket that had some random pins and chains attached to it, a mesh tank top and white jeans that left very little to the imagination, brown worn out boots, and a bunch of random bracelets. 

One of the other ones who had a mop of very long golden blonde curls that he had tied back was standing next to the other blonde, smiling devilishly at her. Which was opposite of his angel face looks. He was the only one with a clean face which pushed his innocent soft look even more. His eyes were a shade of light brown that held mischief. A very colorful jacket filled with different pieces of tapestry, pins and patches was placed over a white crop top to which Vanessa thought was a nice choice for his body type. A pair of jeans that was covered by chaps, boots and fingerless leather gloves adorned his hands. 

And finally, a guy to which Vanessa thought fit every aspect of the phrase, tall, dark and handsome, stood next to David. Long dark brunette hair cascaded over his shoulders. He had a little bit of a stubble but not much. Deep brown eyes that were staring Vanessa down intensely. What shocked her a little was the fact that only a leather jacket with a jaguar on one sleeve and a necklace made from random items were the only things that was covering up his upper half. His tanned torso was just out in the open for everyone to see and Vanessa was very happy that she pretty much always wore her shades. He had a simple pair of black jeans and boots to finish off his look. 

Vanessa then noticed that all four of them wore a single dangling earring in their left ears. They were a coven. 

Vanessa and her coven had a similar jewelry accessory. All five of them had simple gold rings on their right thumbs. Things like that symbolized that you were part of their family, and that rule applied to most if not all vampire covens. 

Vanessa stomped out her finished cigarette as David introduced everyone to each other, “This is Vanessa. Vanessa, that’s Paul, Marko and Dwayne.” 

She nodded in acknowledgement at their names, “Hey.” She simply said. She wasn’t really trusting herself to say more at the moment. Four god damn mates. This was highly unexpected. 

David finished his own and repeated his question from before the others interrupted. 

Vanessa hummed, “Just got here today. My friends and I moved into our new place this morning.” 

“Oo!” Paul exclaimed, throwing his arm over Vanessa’s shoulder. For a second, she thought she was going to push him off from the shock she felt when their skin touched. She wondered if it affected Paul as much as it did her. 

“Where you from?” Paul continued. Paul did feel the same shock that Vanessa did. And it made him grin even more down at her. She was pretty, really pretty. The white hair looked hot on her and he so deeply wanted to see her eyes that were hidden from them. 

Vanessa felt her hand twitch, wanting to reach back and pull out another cigarette, “Not really from anywhere. We just moved from New Orleans.” She decided to go with the last place she called home. In reality, she hasn’t been home in over thirty years. 

Marko moved a little bit closer to Vanessa, desperately wanting to feel the same shock that David and Paul felt. He was itching to just even hold hands with his mate. 

“Pretty big move.” Marko comments, placing his thumb nail in his mouth and biting down on it. 

Vanessa couldn’t tell if that was a nervous tick of his or just something he repetitively did. She was leaning more towards being nervous just from his own thoughts. The action was cute though. 

“Very.” Dwayne grunts out. Vanessa could feel her chest tightening at how deep his voice was, her jaw even dropped a little. Oh his voice is not fair. 

The boys snickered among themselves at Vanessa. If she didn’t know any better, she would’ve thought they were amused at her jaw dropping, but she did know better. She put that thought out in the open for all of them. Purely by accident. 

David’s pointer finger pushed up Vanessa’s jaw, drawing her attention to him. “So, what are you doing here all alone?” 

David’s finger gently trailed down the side of her neck. The leather making Vanessa involuntarily shiver. 

That question snapped Vanessa back to reality, “Actually, thank you for reminding me.” Vanessa pushed off the railing, parting from David’s touch, “I have to go.” 

Vanessa only made it two steps away from them when Marko’s hand snatched Vanessa’s wrist, “Where are you going? We could have some fun?” 

Vanessa looked back at Marko, a shock running up her arm and spreading through her entire body. Marko’s grip on Vanessa’s wrist tightened a little from the same shock. 

Biting her lip, Vanessa gently pulled away from Marko only to be stopped by Dwayne from behind. 

Vanessa flinched a little as Dwayne’s torso collided with her back, a shock coursing through both of their bodies at the touch, “Vanessa?” Dwayne asked, placing his big hands on her shoulders. 

Taking a moment to collect herself, Vanessa removes Dwayne’s hands and is fully able to back away from them. Disappointment flashed through their eyes, not wanting her to leave. 

Vanessa smiles softly at them. She knew they wanted to get to know her and be around her. Once a mate touched a mate, it was hard to even separate five feet away from each other. She just needed a breather. Four mates was a lot and she just needed one day to fully take it in. 

“I’m we could have a lot of fun…” Vanessa said to Marko, causing him to smile. Vanessa directed her attention back to David, “But, I’m afraid I have previous engagement.” 

“Nessa!” A female voice that belonged to Sarah called out in the distance. 

Vanessa wanted to kiss the ground she walked on. Her friends had perfect timing. Vanessa smiled, looking over her shoulder at her incoming friends, “Speak of the devils.”