#eric draven and ofc

[crowsofdarkness]

The Bet: Two

-gif not mine. credit to owners-

Pairings: Eric Draven(Bill Skarsgard) x OFC! Lucinda

Content Warnings: language, fluff, angst, mentions of smoking/drinking, Eric is kind of a dick sometimes in this, fire, mention of someone being trapped in the fire, mentions of domestic abuse, mentions fo stalking.

Summary: Eric didn't give a shit about the new bakery that opened up across the street from his auto shop. And he definitely didn't give a shit about the pretty owner that seemed to always catch his eye. He told himself and others that she wasn't his type. So, why did Eric agree to a bet that involved making her fall in love with him within the month and then ghost her as soon as she uttered those three words? The answer is simple: he loves the thrill of the game.

Authors Note: I'm not sure how many chapters this series will be. I'm kind of going with the flow for this one. This story will have a lot of angst and kind of mature themes so please read with caution. Tags are open!

Tags: @muchwita @loushaw131460 @mariaenchanted @sassysteph56 @bonnyclydecat @whisper-it-to-my-ear @immernixia @unlimitedlust @voidofsunlight

ERIC

I rolled out of bed, immediately reaching for the discarded pair of jeans before slipping into them. My back had been turned towards my guest the entire time I dressed so when I turned to see she was still lying in my bed, naked, I let out an annoying groan. 

“You haven’t left yet?” I questioned through thin slits for eyes. 

The blonde rolled her eyes and patted the empty space next to her on the bed. “Come on, Eric. It’s too early to get up.”

“Early? It’s eight in the morning and I have to open up the shop,” I stated while walking around my loft bedroom to gather my phone and cigarettes. 

“You can keep the shop closed today. I’ll let you do that thing you like again,” she wiggled her overly bleached eyebrows, trying to entice me to get back into bed with her. 

Why the hell did I even get in bed with her in the first place? 

Because you were horny for a raven haired girl but didn’t want to rush things yet. 

Snarling at the voice in my head, I gave a sharp nod towards Tori, who still refused to get out of my bed. “You need to leave, Tori.” 

The slight edge to my voice had her sitting up in bed, letting the sheet fall away from her body. Last night, I was drunk and needed someone to take the edge off. Now that I was more awake and sober, I realized the mistake I made in sleeping with her. She already had this weird notion between us, now she probably thinks we're dating. 

“Can’t I stay here while you work?” She asked in a sweet voice, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers.

“No,” I deadpanned and extended a tattooed arm towards the staircase that led down to my shop. “Now leave.” 

Five minutes and a few choice words later, I led Tori out of the front of the shop and nearly ran into someone on the busy sidewalk. It never mattered what time of day it was, there were always large groups of people walking. 

“So, call me?” Tori peered up at me through fake lashes. 

I placed an unlit cigarette on my lips and shook my head. “Won’t have the time.”

“Well,” she slinked up closer to me, resting a hand over my chest. “Maybe I can give you a reason to make the time.” 

When her cold lips pressed against my neck, I shivered and gripped her elbows tight ready to push her off when movement from the shop next door halted me. Lucinda stepped out in an olive green sundress and her hair was pulled back in a tight bun, showcasing off those pretty freckles that lined her face. 

For someone who doesn't give a shit about her, you studied her face enough to know she has freckles. 

Almost immediately, her eyes locked on Tori, who was still kissing my neck, and very briefly I saw the muscle in her jaw clench. Finally pushing Tori away, I motioned down the street. 

“Good bye,” was all I said, stuffing my hands into the pockets of my jeans. 

Tori gave me a sly wink and brushed her hand over my limp dick, trying to squeeze life into it. 

“You’ll definitely call me,” she purred before finally walking away. 

Lucinda didn’t bother to watch Tori leave, instead she kept staring at me, and it was then that I noticed what she’d been holding. 

A blueberry muffin. 

My favorite. 

Well, aren't you an asshole? 

“She seems nice.” 

Lucinda’s voice pulled me out from my thoughts causing me to gaze up from the muffin to her bright eyes although dulled for some reason. 

“Hm,” I shrugged while lighting the cigarette, blowing out the smoke. 

We both stood there on the sidewalk as the morning commuters walked past us until she spoke again. 

“Smoking will kill you, you know.” 

I shrugged again, letting the cigarette hang my lips as I spoke. “I have better chances of dying in a fire than I do dying from smoking.”

“Geez, that’s kind of morbid,” Lucinda giggled and I swore my heart did that stupid fucking futtering people talk about in those romance movies. 

I didn’t watch them. Noah did and he never shut up about them. 

Right. 

I gave her a wink before motioning towards the muffin in her hands, noticing the red nail polish. 

My favorite color. 

“Is that for me?” I asked, leaning a shoulder against the brick of my building. 

Her petite nose scrunched up. “Kind of bold to assume, no?” 

“I mean, I mentioned last night how blueberry muffins are my favorite and here you are holding a freshly wrapped one,” the corner of my lips tilted up in a playful smirk. 

I carefully watched the way her bottom lip caught between her teeth as Lucindia shifted on her feet before eventually nodding and extending the muffin towards me. 

“As a thank you for last night.” 

“No need to thank me,” I said after taking another drag from my cigarette, making sure to blow the smoke away from her. “But I’ll still take the muffin.”

When I took it from her, our skin brushed together and I reared back almost as if I’d been shocked. Lucinda noticed the random spark as well, but before she could say anything, a deep voice called out her name which instantly made her stiffen. 

“Everything alright?” I questioned seconds before a man slinked up beside her, throwing an arm around her shoulders. 

“Hey babe.” 

The man tried to place a kiss on her cheek but Lucinda finally snapped out of her frozen state and pushed him away. 

“What the fuck are you doing here, Brandon?” 

The venom in her voice made my body shiver, thankful I wasn't on the receiving end of it. Brandon ran a hand through his wavy blonde hair before stuffing it into the pocket of his khaki shorts.

“I was on my way to play some golf and I figured to stop by at my girls place for some breakfast,” Brandon said. 

As I finished off my cigarette, I felt my stomach drop. Girlfriend? Lucinda had a boyfriend which meant this bet would be a lot more complicated to complete than I thought. 

“I’m not your girl,” Lucinda seethed. “We broke up, remember?” 

They seemed to have forgotten that I was still here, silently watching. I knew I should give them privacy but it was kind of fun watching. 

“It was a misunderstanding,” Brandon pinched the bridge of his nose on a sigh. 

Lucinda scoffed. “A misunderstanding? I told you I loved you and you fucking bailed. What the hell am I supposed to think of that?” 

Well, fuck. 

The thought of the bet with Noah crept into my mind for a moment and I decided that maybe it wasn’t the best idea to continue on with it. Hearing that she previously went through this already, there was no way I could do that to her again 

Aw, you care. 

Internally I snorted at the thought when it struck me. I don't care about Lucinda. I simply didn’t want to be seen as an asshole. 

Brandon was about to retort back but he finally caught sight of me, leaning against the building with my arms crossed over my chest. 

“Who the fuck are you?” 

I titled my head to the side. “None of your concern.” 

He pointed between Lucinda and I. “You fucking her?” 

“Oh my god!” Lucinda gasped, covering her face with her hands. 

I knew I probably shouldn’t have egged this piece of shit on but I was looking for some sort of entertainment to start my day off right. 

“If I was?” I tossed back. 

“Son of a bitch!” Brandon cursed, ready to take two steps towards me before 

Lucinda stepped between us, extending her arms out to create more space. “That’s enough, Brandon. You need to leave.” 

The blonde snapped his eyes over to her and for the briefest of moments, I saw white hot rage fill them. 

“Leave?” He snorted. “It’s a public place, Luci.” 

Lucinda flinched like she’d been slapped across the face but was quick to recover, placing her hands on her hips. “I hate it when you call me that. You know this. Now I’m going to say it one more time, leave. Nothing good ever happens with you around.”

I smirked at Brandon when he looked back over towards me, ready to egg him on some more but refrained because I noticed how uncomfortable Lucinda was around him. 

“You always were a fucking bitch,” he muttered before pushing his way past us. 

Making sure he was out of sight, I glanced towards Lucinda and saw that she was hastily wiping away fresh tears as they fell. Some unknown feeling twinged deep in my gut seeing her cry so I placed a tender hand on the sunkissed skin of her shoulder. 

“Are you alright?” 

Even with the busy noise of the street, I heard her softly sniffle and then gave me a curt nod, not bothering to look in my eyes. 

“I’m fine. I’m sorry you had to see that,” Lucinda cleared her throat before motioning towards her bakery. “I should get back to work.”

She was inside of the bakery in a flash, not letting me get another word in. I stood there with my hands deep in the pocket of my jeans for a few moments, smelling her scent linger in the air. As I turned on my heels, I nearly ran into Noah who was sporting a teasing smirk. 

“What?” I gruffed, while walking back towards the auto shop with him trailing behind. 

“You two seem pretty chummy,” Noah noted while throwing his long hair up into a bun, then began setting up his station for the day. 

I sighed while hitting the button on the wall that unlocked and opened the garage doors. 

“We need to talk,” I said, looking back at Noah and finally unwrapping my blueberry muffin. 

LUCINDA

Fuck today. 

I probably said those two words a million times today. After this disaster of a morning, I kept myself busy with work not wanting to remember what happened. First, seeing a girl all over Eric when I tried to deliver him a muffin and having this weird feeling of jealousy flow through me. I had no reason to be, I didn’t know him. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find him somewhat attractive. I couldn’t deny that last night there was some kind of tension between us. 

Did you forget the promise you made to yourself a few months ago?

I sighed at the thought when it crept in my mind. After my break up with Brandon, I was so hurt by it that I swore off of men for at least a year. Spend all my free time getting my bakery up and running. The last thing I needed was another disastrous relationship. When I finally was feeling better about the whole break up, Brandon waltzes his way back into my life, destroying all of the good I’ve done. 

Brandon was very mentally and emotionally abusive during our relationship yet I stayed because I loved him. When I finally admitted that to him, he left. 

I spent the entire day thinking back to every part of our relationship. At the time, I thought it was perfect but now that the haze that covered my eyes were gone, I realized how fucked up it was. There was so much more I wanted to say to Brandon but the moment I saw him again, I froze. It wasn’t until after he left that I chastised myself for being such a wimp in front of him. Again. 

Then when he accused Eric and I of sleeping together, a hot flash flittered throughout my body. I’d been so consumed by images of us together that I found myself staring at the tattoos that littered Eric’s gorgeous face while he and Brandon went back and forth. 

Pulling the locked front door behind me, I dragged my tired feet over towards my car that was parked in front of the bakery. It was a 2006 Chevy Malibu, there was more rust than paint and the leather seats were worn but it got me from point A to point B so I couldn’t complain. I couldn’t afford a new car since I needed every penny in my savings to get my bakery up and running. Even though business was doing extremely well, I couldn't afford to buy a new car yet. 

Throwing my things into the front seat, I pulled the creaking door shut and tried to turn the key in the ignition but instead of it roaring to life, my car stalled. 

“Oh, no, no no,” I whined, trying to turn the engine over a few more times only to be met with nothing. 

No noise. No lights. Pure darkness. 

“Fuck me!” I groaned, smacking my head on the steering wheel. 

I was so fucking ready for today to be over. 

Spewing a few more curses under my breath, I popped the hood of the car and clambered my way out to stand in front of it, pretending I knew what was wrong with it. I didn’t know anything about cars, I knew how to bake. 

“You’re so fucked up, Noah. I can’t believe I agreed.” 

“Come on, Draven. You’re the one who suggested it, I just sweetened the deal. You can’t back out on me now.”

“I’m not. She’s been through this before and I can-.”

Voices halted when I glanced away from my car over to the two men who walked out of Crow Automotive. Eric and Noah were walking out of one of the large garage doors with cigarettes hanging from their lips but once they saw me, their conversation ceased. 

“Everything alright?” Noah asked, seeing me stand in front of my car. 

“No,” I groaned, not bothering trying to lie that everything was fine when it wasn’t. “My car won’t start.”

“Did you try turning the key?” Noah teased. 

I sliced my eyes over at him while cocking my hip out. “No, how could I not think of doing that?”

“Someone is sassy,” Noah chuckled while slapping Eric on the shoulder. “I would stay and help but I have a date. I’m sure Eric won’t mind helping.”

Noah was quick to leave and when I met Eric’s bright eyes, I noticed something dark was clouding them. I shifted on my feet while tucking a piece of raven hair behind my ear. 

“I don’t want to keep you from going home. I can call for a tow,” I said. 

At the sound of my voice, he seemed to snap out of his weird daze with a shake of his head. “I live above the shop. Was there any smoke?” 

I shook my head now while moving to the side so Eric could look at the engine. It was dark, nearing nine in the evening, so it was barely illuminated by the street light which made things difficult to see. 

“Can you try starting it again?” He asked. 

Quickly, I got back in my car and we spent the next few moments trying to figure out what was wrong only to come up empty. 

“I can’t do anything about it tonight since it’s already dark out. But I can take a look tomorrow,” Eric said while shutting the hood and coming around to the driver's side of the car as I stepped out. 

“I don’t want to be a bother, I know you already have a lot of cars you’re working on,” I said. 

He waved me off with a small smile. “I don’t mind. I’ll take a look first thing in the morning.” 

“Thank you,” I smiled warmly at him and then pulled out my phone. “I should order an Uber.”

“I can take you home,” Eric offered, zipping up his blue sweater. 

I shook my head again. “You’re already offering to look at my car. I can’t have you driving me home. I feel terrible.”

“I offered, Lucinda. I don’t mind.” 

Hearing my name fall from his lips made my spine tingle and I had to hide my face underneath my hair so he didn’t see the way I blushed. Before I could reject his offer again, Eric pulled out a key from his pocket, hit the button twice, and a car parked a few spaces down from mine flashed to life. 

A shiny black Jeep Wrangler. 

Quickly gathering my things from my car, I hoisted my bag on my shoulder and slowly followed behind him towards the car. I gave him a smile of thanks when he opened the door for me and I noticed it still had the new car scent. 

“Where do you live?” Eric asked once he clicked in his seat belt. 

I raised a teasing brow, turning my body slightly towards him. “How do I know you won’t come to murder me later tonight?” 

“If I wanted you dead, I could do it right now,” Eric leaned towards me with a curve to his lips, those dark eyes swimming. 

Instead of feeling fear, arousal pulled me under and I mentally smacked myself for even thinking of leaning closer towards him. Instead, I playfully pushed his shoulder and told him my address. Eric pulled away from the curb and we sat in a surprisingly comfortable silence. I lived less than ten minutes from the bakery and honestly, I could have walked but I knew the neighborhood wasn’t the greatest after nine p.m. 

I let the noise of the car gliding along the street and Eric’s breathing ease me deeper into the passenger seat with a content sigh. 

“Tired?” Eric asked, side glancing at me. 

I nodded in a yawn. “Yeah, it was a long day. And I have to be back at five a.m for a private party that’s coming in at nine. I need to bake one hundred cinnamon rolls.” 

Thankfully I had prepped everything before I left tonight so all I needed to do when I arrived in the morning was throw them in the oven. 

“Do you ever have any days off?” Eric asked while taking a left turn. 

I raised a brow. “Do you?”

I’ve noticed that I saw him working nearly every day in his shop and that’s only because I, too, worked every day. 

“Fair enough,” he chuckled, the sound making my heart flutter. 

Silence fell between us again but Eric was quick to fill it. 

“Your ex seems like an asshole.” 

I groaned, letting my head fall back against the headrest. “That’s being generous. We broke up a while ago but he keeps trying to get back together.”

Eric pulled the car to a stop in front of my apartment complex and turned his body to face me. “Is there a chance?” 

My brows furrowed as my heart rate picked up. “Not at all. Why?” 

“I need to know if I have any competition,” he shrugged, a smile daring to cross those perfect lips. 

Competition? As in, he wanted to date me?

“Are you asking me out?” I asked, resting my elbow on the center console to hold my chin up with my palm. I batted my eyelashes up at him and noticed his gaze flick down to my lips.

“If I was?” 

His voice had taken a deeper edge to it, bringing bumps to my skin as electricity charged between us. I knew Eric felt it as well because his body shivered especially when I tilted my chin up towards him, nearly brushing our lips together. 

“Thank you for the ride, Eric. I’ll see you tomorrow,” I breathed, slipping out of the car with a giggle in my wake. 

Before I shut the door, I saw him shaking his head with a smile. “How about one date?”

As much as I wanted to go out on a date with him, mentally I wasn’t ready to start dating again. Especially after seeing Brandon earlier. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t have fun teasing Eric. 

“Fix my car first then maybe we’ll talk,” I winked, letting the door shut behind me and skipping up towards the door of my apartment complex. 

[kikibit]

I thought I lost you

Eric x OC

Since it seems I really have to do everything myself, I'm writing some fluffy hurt/comfort Eric fanfiction on AO3 if someone is interested. I'm also very open to ideas and/or prompts.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64531342

Charlotte's life is a mess and it gets just more complicated as her brother's best friend Eric is back on their lives again. Her annoying childhood friend who suddenly cut her off is now back and it's driving her a little crazy. All the old feelings she has pushed back and forgotten about are coming to the surface again as she tries to make sense of her life and maybe grow up a little.

[unlimitedlust]

Bite Me - Eric Draven (AU) x Reader | Part. 1

(The image above does not belong to me, all credits belong to its owner)

Summary:

They were childhood rivals who hadn’t spoken in years, until a wedding reunion throws them back into each other’s orbit. With tension simmering beneath every glance, one weekend turns into a series of unexpected moments, sharp words, and almosts that linger long after the party ends. But when fate keeps bringing them back together, the line between hate and something far more irresistible begins to blur.

Author’s note:

Good evening everyone! This is a new story/project of mine, a little different of the ones in this blog, but I felt like trying something new and I hope y’all enjoy it.

I don’t know how many chapters this story will have, so we’ll find this detail out together hehe.

Tag list is open, let me know if you want to be tagged in this story!!!

Masterlist

Disclaimers:

As the story progresses I’ll let you know if the chapters has any sensitive topics beforehand.

This story will have smut scenes in the future (ofc I can’t change this part of me 👁️👄👁️), but you’ll be warned!

English is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes I eventually skipped while proof-reading it.

This is a AU Eric Draven!!!

If you enjoy this, please let me know if I should continue this, your feedback is precious for me 🫶🏻

End of Author’s note.

Y/N hadn’t expected to see him. Eric.

Not here. Not today. Not with champagne in her hand and a practiced smile stretched across her face as she prepared to play the part of the perfectly put-together bridesmaid.

But there he was, leaning against the far side of the ceremony tent like he belonged in a different scene entirely. Dressed in a crisp black suit, hands in his pockets, head tilted just slightly like he’d already spotted her and was debating whether or not to wave.

He didn’t. Of course he didn’t.

She hadn’t seen him in what? Ten years? Long enough that she should’ve forgotten the exact shade of his beautiful green eyes or the way he always looked like he was either seconds from laughing or seconds from starting a fight with her. Long enough that she should’ve stopped feeling anything at all, even if every one of those feelings was negative. At least that’s what she always told herself.

And yet here she was, heart stuttering, stomach twisting, palms sweating, all because of a man who once ruined her thirteenth birthday party by telling everyone she still slept with a nightlight.

She swallowed hard and turned her gaze to the front of the aisle, pretending she hadn’t noticed him. Pretending it didn’t matter.

Y/N took a sip of her champagne. Bubbly, expensive, and exactly what she needed. She scanned the guests, counting how many familiar faces she could recognize and cling to before fate, or seating arrangements, forced them into the same conversation.

Because eventually, they’d have to have some sort of awkward unwanted contact. Smile. Pretend they hadn’t once declared mutual hatred under a high school gym roof after homecoming. Pretend they didn’t share a history littered with insults, grudging team projects, and one almost-kiss in the backseat of someone else’s car that neither of them ever mentioned again.

And the worst part?

He looked better now. Older. Taller. Small random tattoos over his face, neck as hands, and she could only wonder how many more he had under his suit.

Damn him.

She glanced toward him again, just once. This time, Eric was already looking at her and, unlike her, he didn’t look away.

He just smiled, slow and smug, like he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

Y/N rolled her eyes and turned back toward the aisle, catching a discreet glance from the wedding planner who was motioning for her to take her place. As one of the bridesmaids, she was meant to walk down the aisle paired with…

No. No, it couldn’t be.

But as the groomsmen began to line up, she saw those green eyes, the tattoos, the cocky posture and she realized exactly who her partner would be.

Of course. Of course they were paired together.

He walked up beside her without hesitation, adjusting his cufflinks like they weren’t standing inches apart for the first time in a decade.

“Still pretending you don’t like me.”

She turned just slightly, smiling for the cameras but letting her voice dip lower. “I don’t pretend.”

He smiled like he didn’t believe her.

Their cue came, and they began to walk.

Arm in arm, in front of a hundred people, smiles painted on like nothing was wrong, like her pulse wasn’t thudding in her throat, like his fingers weren’t warm where they touched the bare skin of her arm.

It was only when they reached the altar and took their places side by side that she dared to sneak another glance at him.

He looked maddeningly content. Cool and relaxed like this was fun for him.

Asshole.

The ceremony was beautiful, heartfelt, full of quiet laughter and teary-eyed vows. But Y/N barely heard a word, because he was standing right beside her, hands clasped in front of him, posture perfect, and every once in a while, when no one was looking, he’d glance at her out of the corner of his eye.

She held her own and ignored him as best as she could, all through the confetti toss and the photos, the toasts and the group pictures.

As the party went on, Y/N moved through the crowd of guests seamlessly, hugging friends, catching up, offering congratulations. She tried not to notice how often she felt him just out of her periphery. And yet, every time she turned, there he was. Talking to old classmates. Making people laugh. Always looking like he belonged.

She found herself near a group of friends from school, half of whom she hadn’t seen in years, and somehow, without realizing it, he ended up there too.

Someone handed her a drink.

Someone else made a joke.

And before she could step away, she was pulled into a story, their story, a memory from years ago, something chaotic and stupid that ended with her yelling at him in front of the whole class.

The group laughed, and someone added, “Honestly, I always thought you two were either going to kill each other or…”

“Don’t,” Y/N cut in quickly, but her half-drunken smile betrayed her amusement.

Eric leaned back lazily, resting his arms on the wooden seat rest. “Finish that sentence. I’m curious.”

Their friends howled again, cheers going up as drinks were raised. A few mock bets were placed. Old inside jokes were tossed back and forth like they’d never stopped being sixteen and reckless.

And though Y/N laughed with them, her eyes kept drifting across the circle. To him.

Because even now, after all these years, it still felt like a live wire buzzed between them. One wrong word. One too-long look. And something would spark. It had always been like that.

She stood up eventually, excusing herself with a polite smile, heading toward the bar for a refill she didn’t really want.

Behind her, she could still feel his gaze heavy on her back, travelling up and down her body.

Yet she didn’t turn around, not until she reached the bar and the bartender leaned in to ask what she wanted, only for someone to beat her to it.

“She’ll have the champagne,” Eric said smoothly, sliding up beside her.

She stared at him, unamused. “I can speak for myself.”

“I know,” he replied, handing her the glass the bartender had just poured. “I just wanted an excuse to stand here.”

She took it from him, lips brushing the rim but not drinking. “You don’t need an excuse to be a pain in the ass, Eric. You never did.”

He grinned, leaning in close enough for only her to hear. “No. But it’s more fun this way.” He clinked their glasses. “Cheers.”

[lady-wyrd]

i rewatched The Crow (1994 ofc) for Halloween and i can't stop thinking about Eric Draven (and Brandon Lee 🥲)

although i could say that i haven't stopped thinking about this movie since i was a child, one of my absolute faves 🖤

[love-toxin]

Do you ever think you’d write for Eric Draven again? Ur writing is soooo good :3

TY!!!! <33 and ofc!! i love me some eric draven kyaaa <3

[crowsofdarkness]

Thanks for the tag! @buckybarnesfic

I’ve got a few!

Ofc my Bucky bb.

Eric Draven. Need him so bad I had to put two gifs.

Count Orlok. Don’t come for me.

Tags: @zzbubblegumbitchzz @unlimitedlust and anyone else who wants to join!

So today in how much trouble can we get into, I got this from @theinheriteddutchess first thing today... (Thank you so much 🖤)

So let's do this, below the cut if we're being honest...

Any version of Steve Rogers (especially Nomad Steve, maybe not Hydra Steve 🤷‍♀️)

Any version of Bucky Barnes (I'd like to take him out dancing, see if he still has some moves & then do some risky public stuff somewhere around the venue)

Tommy Shelby (as long as he talks dirty in that menacing voice the entire time)

Tony Stark (he can nano-technology my ass all day long)

Sam Wilson (you KNOW he knows how to treat a lady right + hot Nawlins accent)

Loki, of course (bonus points if he clones himself & I get a 3-way)

Andy Barber + Mike Weiss (inspiration is good for that fic, right? Plus they both have strong oral arguments...)

Erik Kilmonger... no explanation needed...

Jax Teller (anything, all the time)

Anakin Skywalker (bonus points if he slightly force-chokes me)

Ransom Drysdale (even though I know he won't shut up the entire time... )

Steve from Fresh (I know, I know... and that fic is coming sometime soon because I can't get it out of my head)

Honorable mention: Jake Jensen (you can't tell me you don't want on that ride)

Hot takes: Dr. Jonathan Crane and Dr. J. Robert Oppenheimer (I said what I said. The quiet "meek" genius ones are usually really super kinky.)

@navybrat817 @stargazingfangirl18 @alexakeyloveloki @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @iheartsebstan @allthenobodypplfics @sunday-bug @before-we-get-started @emberlee22 @texmexdarling @andydrysdalerogers @americasass91 @saiyanprincessswanie @jesevans @steverogersismycrush

And I know I'm leaving so many out -- anyone who wants to play. 🖤🖤🖤

[talkaboutmovies]

 Eric Draven visits Ofc. Albrecht in a classic scene from one of my all-time favorite movies, “The Crow”. I wish they would have kept it going to the end of the scene.

[cl0wn-guts]

Hey y'all so I decided to make myself a blog for writing making @ghostiefacevix my art account from now on.

So here are the writing rules!

I write for:

Michael Myers (My version (which is basically 1978-1989 + Novel with some added twists )

Ghostface (both Billy Loomis and Stu Macher)

Jason Voorhees

Freddy Krueger (Og version)

Brahms Heelshire

Carrie White (Only sfw)

Bubba Sawyer

Harry Warden

Billy Lenz

Eric Draven

I accept:

Slasher x Slasher(only the following ships and some that I might allow, I'll make sure you know. )

Jason Voorhees x Freddy Krueger

Michael Myers x Billy Loomis

Nsfw and Sfw (these are some kinks I won't write for)

Age play, Ddlg, Ddlb, Mdlg, Mdlb(Daddy/ Mommy kinks are okay)

Rape or harassment

Blood choking

Latex

Feet and armpits

Diapers

(The list goes on..)

Slasher x Oc/Reader (Ofc!)

Keep in mind that writing is only my hobby so it might not be amazing, but I'll try my best to satisfy you as long as it follows my rules. Also, please be patient with me, I'm more dedicated to art. (My art account is @ghostiefacevix )

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[crowsofdarkness]

The Bet: One

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Pairings: Eric Draven(Bill Skarsgard) x OFC! Lucinda

Content Warnings: language, fluff, angst, mentions of smoking/drinking, Eric is kind of a dick sometimes in this, fire, mention of someone being trapped in the fire, mentions of domestic abuse, mentions fo stalking.

Summary: Eric didn't give a shit about the new bakery that opened up across the street from his auto shop. And he definitely didn't give a shit about the pretty owner that seemed to always catch his eye. He told himself and others that she wasn't his type. So, why did Eric agree to a bet that involved making her fall in love with him within the month and then ghost her as soon as she uttered those three words? The answer is simple: he loves the thrill of the game.

Authors Note: I'm not sure how many chapters this series will be. I'm kind of going with the flow for this one. This story will have a lot of angst and kind of mature themes so please read with caution. Tags are open!

Tags: @muchwita @loushaw131460 @mariaenchanted @sassysteph56

ERIC

The sounds of heavy metal music in tangent with the sounds of literal metal slamming against metal and the revving of engines brought a smile to my lips as I walked through my auto body shop. It was a hot summer afternoon in Detroit so we had the large garage doors open which earned quite a lot of stares from a variety of different people. 

A group of ladies in their seventies who couldn’t understand why anyone would listen to music that involves screaming. 

Men who stopped to gawk at the muscle cars and bikes in my shop. 

The various women who stopped to gawk at the shirtless men working in the shop. A few of them would let their gazes burn quite a bit longer on me than others and I let that fuel my ego. 

I’m pretty sure I hooked up with the one blonde who waved to me.  

Smirking at the thoughts of her from a few months ago, I walked up to one of the guys who worked for me, Noah. He currently was working on one of our top customers' cars. 

A 1975 Chevy Camaro. 

I didn’t let anyone but Noah work on Mr. Sokolov’s cars. He was the only one I could trust. 

When I came to a halt in front of the open hood, Noah turned his head towards me slightly looking away from the engine and let out a low chuckle. 

“You know I fucking hate when you watch over my shoulder,” he said while wiping the grease from his fingers over the tattoos on his chest as he rose to full height. 

I shrugged while crossing my arms over my own chest, the material of my black t-shirt getting somehow even tighter. “Will it be done by Friday?” 

Noah, after he finished cleaning his hands on a rag, nodded and threw his long hair back in a tighter bun than what it was before. His hair was about shoulder length and he always wore it up in the shop. Rarely ever did I see it with him down. 

“It should be ready to go by tomorrow. It just needed an oil change and some maintenance work but Mr. Sokolov can pick it up by noon tomorrow.” 

“Good,” I gave a curt nod and pulled a cigarette from my pocket. “Smoke break?” 

“Fuck yea!” Noah exclaimed while plucking the one from my finger and began leading the way to the front of the shop. 

Outside, there were a few tables and chairs set up where my employees could take their breaks. There was a strict no smoking rule inside of the shop. I couldn’t give a shit if people hated it as they walked past, getting a whiff of the cigarettes. There wasn’t much of a back alley for us to take our breaks hence why we hung out in the front. I’d take dirty looks from passersby over someone flicking a cigarette inside and catching something on fire. People trusted me, my shop, with their most prized possessions. Right now, I have close to a million dollars worth of cars and bikes in my shop. 

“So,” Noah lit his cigarette then took a long drag. “Are we going out tonight?” 

I gave a small shrug while blowing out the smoke from my own cigarette. “Maybe. Wednesday’s are usually the days I stay late. If I get out at a decent time, I’ll let you know.”

“Tori is going to be there,” Noah informed while nudging my shoulder, hoping that would get me to change my mind about going to the bar tonight. 

Only it did the opposite. 

I let out a disgusted groan. “Then count me out. She doesnt get the fucking hint. I fucked her six months ago and left before she woke up. I ignore her texts and calls. I don’t know what else to do to make her get the fucking hint.” 

“Damn,” Noah cringed, blowing out a puff of smoke. “Was she that bad?” 

“I don’t understand why girls feel the need to do all that fake moaning and shit,” I tossed my cigarette to the ground to stomp my boot on it. 

Noah and I talked for a few more minutes, neither of us ready to get back to work quite yet. He’d been my best friend for the last three years and I trusted him with my life. Noah was the only one I trusted to run the shop if I were to be gone for some time, which didn’t happen often. I owned the shop for the last two years and never took a day off. 

As Noah rambled on about his hook up from last night, I let my eyes wander up to the neon sign that hung above the front door of the shop. 

Crow’s Automotive. 

I didn’t have much in life besides this shop and my little apartment above it. It was my pride and joy. Everyone in Detroit knew that if they wanted their cars fixed the right way, they would come to Crow’s Automotive. 

“Fuck, what smells so good?” Noah groaned, completely veering off whatever conversation he was having with himself. 

Internally, I groaned when I knew what smelled so good and glanced over to the building next to my auto shop, towards the bakery, a deep scowl appearing on my face. About a month ago, this bakery opened up, bringing with it the green color it was painted and the smells of all kinds of sweets. 

I fucking hated it. This part of the neighborhood wasn’t exactly the safest so when I saw who was the owner of the bakery, I knew she would get chewed up and spit out by whoever frequented. But color me surprised when I began to notice people flocking to it in large groups. I swear, people were walking in and out of there all day, every day since she opened. 

I didn’t give a shit about the frilly bakery, those bright colors in a dreary part of the neighborhood, the plants that I could see from the window that littered in the inside, or the constant chatter of customers as they outside of the patio. And I definitely didn’t give a shit about the pretty raven haired girl that owned it. 

You think she’s pretty, huh?

Ignoring the voice in my head, I leaned against the brick of my building and watched with pinned eyes as said raven haired girl walked out onto the patio with a bright smile, checking on her customers. She wore a bright yellow sundress, resting right below her ass, and I had to scream at my cock that thickened in my jeans to stop getting excited. 

She wasn’t my type. Especially with that white bow in her hair. I didn’t go for women who wore dresses and heels. 

“Did you want anything?” 

Noah’s question pulled me away from watching the girl a few feet away from me. “What?” 

“Lucinda makes these chocolate croissants that are so fucking good,” Noah said while pulling his shirt that hung in his back pocket and tossed it on. 

I raised a brow. “Lucinda?” 

“Yeah,” he motioned towards the girl in the yellow sundress. “Lucinda. She owns the place and makes everything herself. So, did you want anything?” 

I shook my head. “No. And I didn’t realize you were on a first name basis with the people in the neighborhood.” 

Noah punched my shoulder. “Sorry I can’t be like you who lives under a rock.” 

He took all of two steps towards the bakery before turning back towards me. “Do I have anything on my face?” 

“Nope, you’re good.”

He had a streak of grease running down his left cheek but I wasn’t about to tell him that. 

“Sweet,” he smirked and let his hair down. “Every time I talk to her, I try to get her number but she always turns me down.”

I picked up our crushed cigarette butts and tossed them in the garbage. “Did you ever think she’s not interested?” 

This had Noah laughing out loud, causing people around us to look in our direction; including Lucinda. I ignored her the best I could and kept my eyes on Noah, who had the look of disbelief on his face.

“Not interested? Please. I bet I can get her number today.”

Feeling playful, I extended a tattooed hand towards him, his own tattooed one shaking mine. “I bet you fifty bucks she’ll turn you down. Again.” 

Not bothering to watch if he’d fail or achieve his goal, I stalked back inside the shop and spent the next long while delegating my employees on what to do. Then I found myself in my office working on the books when the door opened and soon a crisp fifty dollar bill landed on my desk. Flicking my eyes up, I watched as Noah fell into the chair across my desk with a sigh and pocketed the bill with a smirk. 

“Let me guess; she wasn’t interested.” 

He flipped me off with a long, tattooed finger. “Fuck you, Draven. I’d like to see you get her number.” 

“No thanks,” I snorted while answering some emails. “She’s not my type.” 

Noah kicked up his feet on my desk. “I’m kind of shocked you haven't tried to go after her. You did always love the chase.”

“That was before my life became the shop,” I said, pushing his feet off my desk. “I don’t have time for love and relationships.” 

He ran a hand through his long hair, easing farther back into the chair. “Just admit it. You know you can’t get her number.” 

A sudden yet familiar feeling surged through me, one I hadn't felt for quite some time. 

The feeling of a game on the horizon. 

I’d be the first one to admit that when I was younger, I wasn’t exactly prince charming in past relationships. Hooking up with any woman that would look at me. This was something Noah was aware of so it didn’t surprise me he was baiting me. 

The office work long forgotten, I leaned back in my office chair and rested my hands behind my head. “I know I can get her number but I don’t need it.”

“I bet you can’t,” Noah retorted back, leaning forward in the chair to rest his elbows on his knees. 

“No,” I shook my head. “If we’re going to make a bet, let’s make it more interesting than just her number. 

“What do you have in mind?” Noah’s brows peaked with his curiosity. 

I steepled my fingers underneath my chin as I thought about this bet, all the different ways I could make it fun and interesting. I meant it when I said Lucinda wasn’t my type and I had zero interest in her. Yet, I felt like my life had hit a point of a boring quietness. I needed some sort of excitement. 

So you’re making a bet with your best friend in regards to an innocent girl's life? How fucked up is that?

Once more, I ignored the voice in my head and let a fox smile pull at my lips when I finally decided on what the bet should entail. 

“I bet I can get Lucinda to fall in love with me within a month,” I said. 

“I thought you don’t have time for love,” Noah reminded me. 

“I never said I would love her back or stay with her. When she tells me she loves me for the first time, then I’ll ghost her.”

His eyes widened, taken aback that I came up with such a harsh bet. 

“Fuck, Eric. I wasn’t expecting something like that,” he said. .

I shrugged. “I need some excitement in my life. She’ll be fun to pass my time with this month.”

“What happens when you lose?” Noah asked. 

I narrowed my eyes. “Something tells me you already have something in mind.”

Now Noah wore a wide smile. “I get to drive your camaro for a week.” 

My upper lip snarled at the thought of him driving my 1968 Chevrolet Camaro RS. I didn’t let anyone drive my car. It was my own prized possession. I had it parked in a private area of the shop and didn’t let anyone breathe on it. 

“And if I win the bet?” I tossed back at Noah. 

He rolled his eyes before rising to his feet. “There’s a chance you can keep the girl, Eric. That’s a prize in itself.”

I stared at his extended, tattooed hand, pondering if it was a good idea to agree to this bet. 

LUCINDA

With a groan, I threw the heavy garbage bag into the trashcan in the back alley, the cool night air chilling my heated skin. Sweat gathered at the back of my neck and brow so I brushed it away with the back of my hand, nearly gagging at the smell of trash and chocolate that lingered on my clothes. 

Today was a long and exhausting day. I’d been at the bakery since 5 this morning and it was now nine in the evening, me closing up about an hour ago. Even thought I wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep, I knew I needed to finish closing up. 

“I should have had Jackie stay and help close up,” I muttered to myself after tossing yet another bag of trash into the dumpster. 

While I closed every night, I usually had one of my employees stay back with me to help. But guilt ate away at me at the thought of keeping Jackie here any later because she also opened up with me. Business had been doing great ever since I opened about a month ago but I couldn’t afford a bunch of employees so it was me, Jackie, and another two employees. I was here all day, every day, and shifted out the three employees. 

I did my best not to complain though because owning a bakery had been a dream of mine ever since I was six and started to cook with my mom in our kitchen. The exhaustion I felt at the end of the day paled in comparison to the feeling of achievement every time I walked into my bakery. 

“Oh you son of a bitch,” I grumbled, trying to lift a particularly heavy bag of trash to throw out but could barely move it. “Stop being a pain in my fucking ass.” 

“Are you cursing out a bag of trash?”

Whirling around at the deep voice, I noticed a familiar man leaning against the back of the building, a cigarette loseley hanging from his lips. Instantly I recognized him as the owner of the business next door to my bakery, Crow’s Automotive. In the month since I’ve opened, he hadn’t said one word to me. In fact, his employee, Noah, had spoken more words to me. Although it was always asking for my number. I admit he was attractive as hell but I wasn’t looking for a relationship. I needed to focus on my bakery. 

Luce’s Sweet Treats. 

I wasn't too thrilled about the name but it was the best I could come up with in the haste of trying to get everything set up. 

“Do you need help?” 

“Huh?” I muttered, snapping out of my thoughts, over towards the tattooed man that continued to lean against the backdoor of his building. 

We both were in the back alley that was pretty small so we were only a few feet from each other and with every brush of wind that blew past us, I could smell his cologne. Which made me worry if he could smell the sweat and smell of trash lingering on me. 

The man gave me a small smile after he took a long drag of his cigarette. His dark eyes drank in the sight of my skewed dress and messy dress, a low hum crawling from the back of his throat. 

“Do you need help lifting the bag?” He asked again. 

I swallowed thickly under his intense gaze and shook my head. “I don’t want to bother you.” 

Without saying a word, the man lifted the bag of trash with ease and threw it in the dumpster. 

“Any more?” 

I shook my head. “No, that’s it. Thank you-.” 

My voice trailed off when I realized I actually didn’t know his name. 

“Eric,” he smiled, stubbing out the cigarette against the bottom of his boot before tossing it into the dumpster. 

“Thank you, Eric,” I returned the smile.

There was a weird tension between us that seemed to come out of nowhere the longer those dark eyes watched me so I shifted on my feet before throwing a thumb over my shoulder towards the back door of my bakery. 

“I should get back to it if I want to get home soon. Thank you again.” 

I took a few steps before Eric’s voice halted me. “Noah isn’t bothering you too much I hope. If so, I can kick his ass for you.” 

I glanced over my shoulder towards him and shook my head, still wearing a small smile. 

“Noah is harmless. I don’t mind the flirting. It’s nice especially on my busy days. I will say though, he’s quite the persistent one.” 

This made Eric let out a deep laugh and I felt something twinge low in my gut at the sound. I always thought he was gorgeous everytime I caught sight of him but the nerves of actually going up to him to say hello kept me from doing so. Instead, I found myself yearning for his attention from afar.  

“Well, if he does get to be a bit much, let me know. I can deal with him,” Eric said, stuffing his hands deep into the pocket of his dirty jeans. 

“That’s very kind of you, Eric,” I semi teased. 

Something flashed in those dark eyes but whatever it was, he made no mention of what just affected him. Instead, Eric sent me a wink before walking backwards towards the door to his shop. 

“I don’t threaten to kick my best friend's ass for anyone so consider yourself special,” he said. 

Biting my lip, I tried so hard not to let him see how his words were making my skin ablaze with heat yet with the smirk that pulled at his lips, it was evident Eric knew. 

“Um, I have some leftover chocolate croissants if you want them,” I motioned towards my bakery. 

“I’m more of a blueberry muffin kind of guy but thank you, though,” Eric said. 

“Sure,” I nodded, feeling slightly defeated. “Uh, I guess I’ll see you around?” 

With one final wink, Eric disappeared inside of his shop. Not before calling over his shoulder at me. “Definitely!”

[crowsofdarkness]

You know what I can’t stop thinking about? A “bet” fic with Eric Draven.

He makes a bet with his friend that he can get the shy girl who is always at the local coffee shop reading to fall in love with him within a month. She’s not his type but Eric is up for the game. He loves challenges.

It’s all sunshine and roses. Eric can feel her changing his morally grey ways and he almost forgets about the bet.

Until she finds out.

Do I make this into a fic?

EDIT: I started writing it. THE BET.

[crowsofdarkness]

The Grey: Eric Draven x Witch!OFC

Pairings: Eric Draven(Bill Skarsgard Version) x Witch!OFC

Warnings: language, blood, violence, murder, death, dark magic, dark themes, smut which will include unprotected p in v, oral with female and male reviewing, fingering, hand jobs, voyeurism, public sex, and more. Will add to the warnings as I write.

Summary: For centuries, Nyx ran The Grey. One day, a group of thugs sneak in to steal something valuable to her and she makes it her mission to destroy everyone until she gets it back. When Eric Draven stumbles into her lair asking for help in his own revenge, Nyx agrees for a price. A love begins to form between the two of them, something that had been forbidden for Nyx. Will she break the rules for this love or use him to get back what’s rightfully hers?

SNEAK PEEK | ONE-coming soon.

[crowsofdarkness]

Who Are You?: Chapter One

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Pairings: The Winter Soldier: Bucky Barnes x Agent Fallen x The Crow: Eric Draven

Content Warnings: angst, violence, kidnapping, death, language, smut that will include unprotected pinv, oral with male and female receiving, fingering, hand jobs, voyeurism, public sex, double penetration, semi-rough sex, spanking, sharing of partners(m/f/m).

Summary: Agent Fallen was looking for a ghost, her ghost. With direct orders to shoot on sight to anyone who stands in her way, she soon finds herself at a crossroads when facing another ghost. The Crow. As they work together to find The Winter Soldier, Fallen and Eric Draven have to also work out their complicated relationship with each other.

Authors Note: this series is not canon to any of the Marvel movies, besides a few details. this will be a reverse harem/why chose series which means the FMC is with both MMCs, never choosing between the two. there will be moments where Eric and Bucky share Fallen. updates will be slow for this one. Tags are open!

Tags: @that-blonde-girl @bookofriverr @starfly-nicole

-i have my permanent bucky tags on this. if you're not interested in this story because of Eric Draven, no worries! let me know and I can take you off this story-

The snow beneath my boots crunch as I trudged farther along the darkened path, the setting sun disappearing behind the mountains in the horizon. My suit stuck to my like a second skin, the leather doing nothing to keep me warm due to my heated blood. Thanks to my powers, my blood always ran hot so while it was nearing -39 degrees celsius on Mountain Pik Podeba in Siberia, I felt sweat gather at the back of my neck. It had been an incredibly difficult trek yet I continued to push through, never giving up. 

It wasn’t in my nature to which is why SHIELD hired me. 

Did they hire you or felt pity for you when they found you on another cold mountain side and saved your life eight years ago? 

Shaking the thought from my mind, not daring to think about the past, I thought about the mission instead. My boss, Agent Fury, set down an extra classified folder on my desk a few days ago with one demand: keep it between us. 

As soon as I opened the folder, I immediately knew why we needed to keep it between us. Fury was the only one in SHIELD that knew about my past and where I came from since he was the one that found me eight years ago. If anyone inside of SHIELD found out about where that was, I’d be outcasted and probably arrested. While everyone at headquarters thought I was away on vacation, I was actually up in the mountains in Russia, looking for a ghost. 

The Winter Soldier. 

There had been rumors he’d gone rouge from Hydra a few years ago, killing everyone that had a hand in creating him. Fury had been keeping a watchful and good eye on The Winter Soldier to see if he had me in his sights. It was fine until last year when the list started to dwindle down to only three names left. 

One random guard. 

Dimitri. 

The last name on The Winter Soldiers list was only three letters, almost as if he couldn’t remember the entirety of it. But Fury knew and when I saw a copy of the list, I knew as well. 

When I read that all too familiar name back in my office the other day, all of the oxygen was stolen from my lungs as my past reared its ugly head. I hadn’t come face to face with The Winter Soldier in nearly eight years when Hydra literally tossed me out into the snow, broken and defeated. Just before one of the Hydra guards shut the door, I saw those dark eyes watch me over the guards shoulder, not bothering to stop them. 

“Soldat,” I cried out, as the flames dissipated from my hands; the fight for my survival was long gone. 

Everyone who didn’t know him called him The Winter Soldier, I called him Soldat during my time in Hydra. He was the one who trained me, made me who I am. But once one of the guards found Soldat and I in bed together, our leader Dimitri ordered my removal from the compound. I was shunned and left to die on the side of the mountain by the people I thought I had a home with all because I fell in love with another one of their other puppets. 

Dimitri was stern in his orders, never wanting Soldat and I to stray too far from our orders of death and destruction. So when he got word of our private affairs, it was clear who would be shunned. The Winter Soldier was Hydra’s most prized soldier and weapon meanwhile I was their project gone wrong; the one who couldn’t be controlled. 

Along with the love and memories of Soldat, I buried that part of me deep within me, never letting Căzut out again. I had a name when I was younger, something I couldn’t remember so Soldat was the one that gave me my name the first night I arrived at the Hydra compound, afraid. 

“Căzut,” a metal thumb lifted my chin as I knelt before him, causing me to look up at him. “You may have fallen but you will rise again.” 

So when Fury found me eight years ago wandering on the Russian mountain side and asked me for my name, I gave him the only one I had. 

Fallen. 

Breaking over the horizon, I could vaguely make out a wooden home about 15 feet west and let out a small breath of relief. To others that ventured up on this side of the mountain they might have thought it odd for a small house to be placed in the middle of nowhere. But us at SHIELD knew what it was. 

A safe house. 

This one specifically was off the map  because it was Fury’s own safe house, one he didn’t want anyone to know of. The only reason why I knew about it was because he’d brought me here eight years ago. 

“I’m fucking starved,” I grumbled under my breath as I stepped through a large mound of snow, the heat seeping through my boot melting it almost instantly. 

Fury mentioned that the wood burning stove in the house didn’t work but when I snapped my fingers, bringing fire to them, I reminded him that warmth shouldn’t be an issue for me. 

After gaining access inside with my thumb print to the front door,  I took the first step inside of the house yet immediately froze because something felt off; wrong. There was a shift in the air that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. It wasn’t the chill of the house that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. It was the feeling that eyes were watching me. Softly letting my bag fall to the floor, I reached for the knife in the side pocket of my tac suit and when my fingers grazed over the handle, a sharp kick landed to the back of my knee. I fell to the aged hardwood floor with a thud, quickly spinning around on my knees to look at who managed to attack me. Expecting to meet a pair of eyes, I was met with a long blade from a katana sword, the tip pressed to my neck. 

I followed up the length of it up to a hand covered in tattoos, recognizing one of them immediately. Snapping my gaze up, I met a pair of soulless eyes already pinning me in place and sucked in a breath. 

No fucking way. It’s true. 

“How the fuck did you get inside?” I asked, doing my best to keep my tone calm since he was the one with the blade pressed to my throat. 

The man, who stood tall over me at atleast six feet, cocked his head to the side. His face was covered underneath a mask from the nose down, showcasing those dark eyes as they assessed me. Those same eyes were blanketed in some kind of black paint. A few small strands of hair fell into his eyes but he made no move to brush them away. He was glad in all black, except for his hands that showcased all of the ink. 

Everyone in SHIELD thought The Winter Soldier was the ghost but they were all wrong. The man standing in front of me was an even bigger ghost. He was a rumor that no one seemed to have any proof of. I only knew of him from what I’ve read in his very skim folder which only had two things; his name and the picture of one of his tattoos. 

The Crow and the tattoo of a crow on the outside of his hand. The same one I was staring at right now. 

“You’re real,” I muttered. 

He remained silent yet pressed the tip of the blade harder against my throat causing me to kneel straighter while holding my hands out to my sides showing him I was unarmed. 

“I’m really at your mercy right now,” I flicked my gaze to the sword. “All it would take is a simple flick of your wrist and you’d hit one of my arteries, making me bleed out on the floor in seconds. I can tell you right now, I have no intention of dying today.” 

The Crow didn’t seem to believe me because he motioned to the weapons on my tac suit with a silent order. 

Remove them. 

Biting back a curse, I slowly removed the gun and knives from all of the pockets before sliding them over to his combat boots. 

“Are you going to tell me how you broke into a SHIELD safe house?” I asked. 

Yet again, he didn’t speak as he kicked my weapons across the floor, them skidding down the hall towards the kitchen. 

“I have orders to kill anyone that stands in the way of my current mission,” I said while shaking out my fingers, not yet bringing the fire forth. 

“I’d like to see you try,” The Crow chuckled darkly. 

I nearly fell to my ass at his voice, how deep and rich it was, but maintained my composure. 

“So you do speak,” I teased with a smirk. “Here I thought Hydra cut out your tongue.” 

His eyes snapped away from the exposed top of my breasts in my suit thanks to the zipper being down a bit and his jaw ticked. Victory surged through me when I found the answer to a question a lot of us were wondering. If The Crow was Hydra or not. 

“So it is true,” I continued on, puffing out my chest when I caught him staring again. 

Even if he was this top secret Hydra weapon, he was still a man and men have certain weaknesses.

“Let me guess. Hydra got bored with their main weapon and decided to create another?”

“You know Hydra?” The Crow asked me, the grip on his katana never faltering as the tip was still pressed to my throat. 

“You’re looking at one of their failed projects,” I sighed. 

He snickered. “What’s so special about you?” 

He’s fucking rude. 

With a snap, I brought forth the fire to my fingers which made him take a step back, letting the blade of his sword fall away from my neck. With the new found opportunity, I kicked my feet out to trip The Crow and he clambered to the ground. 

I looked back down the hallway where he kicked my weapons moments ago, ready to crawl my way towards them only to have my ankle grabbed and yanked into the living room. The Crow and I scuffled for a few moments, me trying to rip off his mask which caused him to slam his forehead on mine, nearly making me succumb to darkness. 

Super soldier strength? Check. 

While I had my own strength thanks to the serum running through me, it wasn’t anything compared to his. I sent a knee into his groin which made him double over in pain, giving me a few seconds to scurry away from him. Quickly rising to my feet, I threw a fireball at him only for him to grab his sword, blocking it. I watched in horror as the fire fell to ash at his feet. 

“What the fuck is your katana made out of?!” I demanded right before The Crow ran towards me, pushing me against the wall. 

His thick arm pressed into my throat, cutting off my breathing almost instantly. My feet dangled in the air slightly as I clawed at the material of his jacket, doing whatever I could to get him off of me. 

“Just like I thought. Pathetic,” he sneered, face inches from mine. 

His mask had slipped in our scuffle and it was then I got a good look at his entire face, lingering over his plump lips. Somehow without his mask, it seemed to accentuate the black paint around his eyes. 

He was gorgeous. 

Focus, you idiot! He’s going to kill you!

“Thank god you don’t have a metal arm,” I muttered under my breath as I tried to fight against him. 

The Crow’s grip around my throat faltered only for a moment as his face twitched but then he pressed his hips deeper into mine to pin me fully against the wall. Through his cargo pants, the outline of his cock against my pussy and my eyes doubled in size when I felt how hard he was, letting a moan slip quietly. 

“Is this turning you on?” I teased. 

His eyes narrowed as he pressed himself harder against me. “Says the one who just moaned.”

Curse his super soldier hearing.

“Can’t help but like what I see,” I did my best to shrug while still being pinned to the wall. 

The Crow eyes casted down to my breasts, lingering over the sweat that gathered there and all too quickly, his tongue darted out to wet his lips. 

“I could say the same thing about you.” 

His gaze flicked up to me as he pressed his arm tighter against my throat. “I have no desire other than to kill.” 

“Hydra program you to say that? Because your dick pressing against me says otherwise,” I tossed back. 

“You’re insufferable you know that,” he sneered while tossing me to the floor and I sucked in a giant breath, feeling the life return. 

“You can thank Hydra for that,” I choked on a breath before rising to my knees and glancing over at him. 

He had placed his sword back into its sheath and set it on the back of the couch then turned to face me with narrowed eyes. I was growing tired of this look. 

“What are you doing here?” The Crow asked. 

I snorted while slowly standing and rested my hands on my hips. “I should be asking you that. You’re in my safe house, which I’m still wondering how the fuck you got in without my thumb print.” 

“You left the window unlocked,” he pointed to the window in the living room. 

Damn it, Fury. 

Running a hand through my red hair, I let out a long breath and stood in front of The Crow as he sat against the back of the couch, his long legs outstretched. 

I squinted my eyes at him when I realized something. “Why didn’t you kill me just now? You had the chance more than once.” 

Something flickered in those eyes but his face remained like stone. “You said something about Hydra programming me. How would you know that?” 

I brought forth the fire again, letting it dance inside my palm as I manipulated it with the air around me. A party trick is what I liked to call it. 

“Like I said, Hydra created this. They kept me captive for years and the second I disobeyed one of their orders, they tossed me to the side as if I was nothing,” I closed my fist to put the fire out. 

“So you’re not with Hydra anymore?” The Crow asked. 

I shook my head, not completely sure why he was suddenly not trying to attack me anymore, but what shocked me the most was how comfortable I felt opening up to him.

“You mentioned something about a metal arm,” he said while crossing his arms over his chest. 

I swallowed thickly, not knowing where the conversation was headed now. “Your point?” 

The Crow shook off his jacket, letting it fall to the couch behind him. “Was The Winter Soldier before or after your time with Hydra?” 

“During,” I informed while shifting on my feet. “He’s the one that trained me.” 

“No offense but he did a shitty job.”

I shot him with a glare, feeling protective over Soldat after all these years because the love I had for him still lingering. “Fuck you.” 

The Crow eyes drank me in from head to toe before resting back on my lips. “Tempting but I have other orders.”

“Care to tell me what those orders are? Because I’m still curious on how you found this SHIELD safe house?” 

“This is SHIELD? Here I thought they would put you up in a mansion or some shit,” he snickered. 

“Well,” I kicked my bag in the air and caught it. “This has been so much fucking fun but I have plans. Please let the door hit you on the way out.” 

I made it all of two steps towards the staircase, ready for a shower and food while I went over my notes on Soldat when a voice stopped me. 

“Do these plans have anything to do with The Winter Soldier?” 

Turning swiftly on my heels, I glared at The Crow. “Excuse me?” 

He threw a thumb over his shoulder towards the laptop on the coffee table behind him. “I hacked into the laptop here and read your current mission report. It’s kind of irresponsible to leave a top secret laptop out in the open like that.” 

Letting out a scream of frustration, I chucked my bag at him which he caught with an attractive and annoying ease. 

“How long have you been here?” I asked. 

He shrugged. “Few days. I’ve been waiting for you to show up.”

This piqued my interest and I raised a brow at him. “You’ve been waiting for me? Why?” 

The Crow stood to his full height and closed the distance between us. Suddenly, I got a small whiff of his scent and couldn't help but shiver at how good he smelled. 

“I’ve been tasked with retrieving The Winter Soldier to bring him back to Hydra,” he informed me while stuffing his hands deep into his pockets. 

I scoffed while shaking my head. “There’s no way I’m helping you bring Soldat back to the monsters that tortured him.” 

“Soldat?” His brows furrowed. 

“It’s what we called him. It's "soldier " in Russian,” I said. 

He nodded curtly. “Well, my Hydra mission is different from my main mission.” 

“Which is?” I pressed. 

There was something oddly weird about why The Crow chose this safe house and why he was waiting for me personally. 

“I need his blood to create an antidote for the serum running through me. I’ve been this weapon for years and need a way out. Hydra doesn't know this but I’m not returning from this mission. I don’t want this life for me any more.”

“What makes you think Hydra will let you get away with that?” I asked in utter disbelief. 

There was absolutely no way anyone in that group would let someone like The Crow get away.

“I have people on the inside that will fake my death so I can hide away.” 

“And you trust them?”

I was beyond shocked that not only did he have the balls to pull off a move like this but he was also divulging his plans to basically a stranger who was an agent of SHIELD and former Hydra assassin.

“With my life,” he said without missing a beat. 

“Why are you telling me all of this?” I ran a hand over my face, the exhaustion from my trek up the mountain suddenly catching up to me. 

Something seemed to lift from his shoulders as he let out a long sigh, suddenly breaking free in front of me. 

“I need your help. I’ve been hunting Soldat for months but can’t seem to keep on his trail. If anyone can find him, it’s you,” he said. 

“What makes you think I can find him?” 

“My sources tell me he’s also looking for you,” he motioned towards the laptop on the coffee table. 

I rolled my eyes at his sources and crossed my arms over my chest. “Why the hell would I help you? You tried to kill me.”

“I would never,” he placed a hand over his chest in mock pain. “I just wanted to see what you were made of.” 

“You’re insufferable,” I exasperated while repeating his words from earlier.

The Crow continued to wear that smirk as he shrugged. “You’ll get used to it the longer we’re together.” 

“Hang on,” I raised a finger. “I never agreed to help you. What do I get out of this? It goes against my orders from SHIELD.” 

“Well, according to your records, it seems like you’ve had quite a few red marks. Your boss, Fury, is trying to help you keep your job which is why he sent you on this private mission. If you brought in The Winter Soldier, it would solidify your position until you retire. But something tells me that you’re looking for a way out as well.”

My spine stiffened as I stood up straighter, not knowing how he found that info out. No one inside of SHIELD knew I was purposely getting red marks on my record in a way for them to kick me off the force. This private mission to find Soldat was a way out with the hopes he remembered me and he could help. 

I swallowed thickly. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. You think you know things about me because you read my file.” 

“A thick file,” he corrected. “If you help me, I can have one of my hacker friends wipe your file clean so you and Soldat can live happily ever after. That is, if he remembers you.”

The urge to slap that stupid smirk off of his face was strong and made my hand twitch at my side yet I weighed his words heavily on my mind. This was technically the way out I needed and now that I finally had the chance to do it, it would be stupid not to take it. 

Right?

“If you were to help me, something tells me I would owe you something?”

Something shone in The Crow's eyes but his next words didn’t match that glimmer. 

“We both get a way out of a life we had no say in. Consider us even,” he spoke while walking past me into the kitchen. 

Reluctantly I followed him and for the first time since stepping inside, the smell of a warm cooked meal filled my senses and my stomach roared to life. On the table were two plates, two cups, and silverware. 

“Are you fine with chicken and potatoes?” The Crow asked over his shoulder as he pulled out a large dish from the oven. 

I blinked at him a few times, trying to gather my words. “How the hell did you get the oven to work? Half of this shit didn’t work the last time Fury and I were held up here.” 

With his back to me, I could see the muscles tense as he moved about the kitchen, getting things ready for dinner and I bit my lip at the sight. 

“I’m good with my hands,” he answered while setting the dish down on the table. “Go wash up and we can talk more about the details.” 

Very briefly, I caught a glimpse of a tattoo on his neck as he scratched at it, lifting down his shirt slightly. 

“I never said yes,” I reminded him while popping my hip out, showcasing my attitude. 

“The way you haven’t blown me to ash yet shows me that you already agreed. So again I say, go wash up and we can go over the details. I have a hunch where Soldat is hiding out.” 

As much as he irritated me, I knew that I’d be nowhere without The Crow. I had nothing on Soldat, so as much as I hated to admit it, I needed his help. 

“Fine,” I forced out through gritted teeth and turned swiftly on my heels but halted when he called after me. 

“What did Hydra call you?” 

“There’s no way I’m giving you my name. I don’t even know you,” I tossed over my shoulder. 

Something in the way he smirked told me he already knew my name due to his hacking but gave me the benefit of the doubt to tell him myself. 

Dropping my shoulders with a sigh, I gave in. “During my time in Hydra I went by Căzut but now I go by Fallen.” 

“I know,” The Crow smirked. “I just wanted to see if you trusted me enough to tell me.” 

“Does this mean you’re going to tell me your name? And not the stupid moniker Hydra assigned you,” I gave him a small smile but dropped it when I noticed the way his face fell. 

“I don’t know my name. I’ve only ever gone by The Crow.” 

Ignoring the pain I felt for him in my heart, I tapped my chin in mock thought before snapping, a spark igniting. “You look like an Eric to me.” 

“Eric,” he repeated the name a few times, almost like he was trying on a new pair of pants. “I like it.” 

“Good because it stays,” I ruffled his hair before leaving him alone in the kitchen as I skipped upstairs. 

When I left the SHIELD headquarters this morning, I had no intention of working with someone on finding Soldat but something in the way Eric smiled at me told me that he was the same as me in a lot of different ways. So if I had to deal with him for a few days in my search for Soldat, it was worth it. It helped that he was good to look at as well. 

“This is going to be a long few days,” I mumbled under my breath as I took the steps up towards the one bedroom of the house. 

The bedroom Eric seemed to have taken over. The same bedroom with only one bed. 

Son of a bitch. 

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Who Are You?: The Winter Soldier x Agent Fallen x The Crow

Agent Fallen was looking for a ghost, her ghost. With direct orders to shoot on sight to anyone who stands in her way, she soon finds herself at a crossroads when facing another ghost. The Crow. As they work together to find The Winter Soldier, Fallen and Eric Draven have to also work out their complicated relationship with each other.

a/n: this series is not canon to any of the Marvel movies, besides a few details. this will be a reverse harem/why chose series which means the FMC is with both MMCs, never choosing between the two. there will be moments where Eric and Bucky share Fallen.

ON GOING[slow updates]

PART ONE • PART TWO-coming soon.

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The Grey- Sneak Peek

Summary: For centuries, Nyx ran The Grey. One day, a group of thugs sneak in to steal something valuable to her and she makes it her mission to destroy everyone until she gets it back. When Eric Draven stumbles into her lair asking for help in his own revenge, Nyx agrees for a price. A love begins to form between the two of them, something that had been forbidden for Nyx. Will she break the rules for this love or use him to get back what’s rightfully hers?

18+ CW below the cut(witch reader, mention of blood and death, smoking, oral with male receiving, and angst.)

My long heels clicked along the surface of the old and battered floors inside the run down house. Blood and bodies were strewn throughout but it did nothing to make me squeamish. I’ve dropped my fair share of bodies in my long, immortal life.

Stepping over a pile of blood while holding up the bottom of my leather trench coat, my dark eyes landed on the figure I was here to see. Blood covered his tattooed littered chest and face as he sat between two dead bodies, lit cigarette hanging loosely on his lips.

“You’ve made quite the mess,” I clicked your tongue against my teeth.

Eric Draven snapped his eyes up from the table in front of him, something dark over taken them when they landed on me.

“You’re early for payment.” He noted while leaning back against the couch.

I merely shrugged while slipping off my jacket, revealing a black lace dress underneath. It did nothing to hide the swell of my breasts as I crossed my arms. A motion Eric tracked intently.

“What can I say, I heard you were killing people with a shotgun and it got me all hot and bothered,” I playfully winked.

Eric took a drag from his cigarette, holding onto the smoke before blowing it out. “I don’t have it yet.”

My heart sank but didn’t let his revelation deter me. One way or another, I was going to find the ambulate that was stolen from me.

“I wished you would have kept one of them alive so I can question them,” I sighed dramatically while shaking my long black nails, them igniting with electricity.

“I still think it’s fucking weird you can read peoples mind with those static nails,” Eric took another drag of his cigarette, those bright eyes tracking my every movement as I slithered up to him.

Sitting down on the coffee table in front of him, my knees resting between the space of his large thighs, I shrugged.

“One of my many gifts,” the word sounding bitter on my tongue.

Eric’s eyes lingered back on my chest as he licked his lips slowly, almost as if he was wondering what my skin tasted like.

The air was static charged between us; like it always had been. This was our third meeting and it felt like it was only a matter of time before it exploded and both were ripping each others clothes off.

“I might not have your amulet but I have something else for you,” he suggested with a dark voice.

My brow peaked. “Oh? What do you have that I could possibly want?”

His gaze flicked down to his lap where his cock was hard underneath his jeans.

“I don’t need to read your mind to know how bad you want it,” he smirked.

Clenching my legs together, I stood straight up. “This doesn’t mean you’re off the hook, Draven. I need that amulet.”

He rolled his eyes before unzipping his jeans and taking out his cock, it almost glowing underneath the blue lights of the room.

“Think of this as an IOU,” he gruffed, still having the cigarette hanging on his lip before he guided my mouth down to his cock.

This wasn’t anything new. The flirting, the sexual tension. In our second meeting where I watched him do another kill, I'd become so worked up I let my hand brush against his cock while I whispered in his ear.

“You can lie all you want, Draven about why you’re on this revenge mission. But just know, if you want me all you have to do is take it.”

Slowly, I took all of him in my mouth, all the way until he hit the back of my throat with no resistance. Eric’s groaned echoed over the busy street life outside as I guided my tongue along the underside of his cock.

“Shit,” his fingers filtered through my hair to keep me in place as he began ruthlessly fucking my throat.

I flicked my gaze up at him and moaned over his cock when I took in the sight of him leaning back against the couch, mouth agape in pleasure.

My black nails scratched over his stomach, up his chest to his neck where I played with the ends of his hair. The tip of my nail brushed softly against the back of his skull and I felt your vision change. Darkness took over and instead of seeing Eric in bliss, I saw another face.

Another woman.

Shelly.

Ripping my mouth away from his cock, I wiped the saliva away with the back of my hand as Eric watched me in disbelief.

“Next time you want your dick sucked, don’t think of your dead girlfriend being the one doing it,” I snarled while standing up and snatched my jacked off the other chair, storming out of the house as Eric called after me.

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okay, so I'm heavily thinking of ideas for Fallen Angel! Eric Draven (if anyone has ideas, my inbox is open!) I'd love to talk about it! but in the meantime, until I get that fic going, what are your thoughts on a fic with human! Eric Draven x fallen angel! ofc? I wrote a fic with this pairing with a rockstar, and it's unfinished. I'm thinking of maybe posting that one as well, but reworking it to fit Eric!

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chapter four of A Fight For Darkness will be posted today! hopfeully in the next few hours. My plan for the rest of the week is to work on the prologue for El Este Aici. I am so excited for this story, the world building and lore is insane.

I do also plan to post a few bucky smut blurbs this week as well!