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salmon-bagel · 5 months

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Tf2 mercenaries x Seductress! Class! Reader

Warning: nsfw content, female reader, sexism

Scout

When Scout heard that there's a woman who's a professional at seduction, he had already started plotting.

"Hello, name is Y/n L/n, but you can call me the Seductress. It's nice to meet you."

"Heya, nice to meet cha' mommy- Oh, i mean mommy i mean mommy i mean mommy i mean mommy-"

Constantly hits on you. Scout believes that you're the type of girl that's 'easy', someone who will let anyone bang them regardless of who they are.

That boy isn't going to leave you alone until you let him into your pants.

Even when he's not busy trying to get in between your legs, Scout is asking you for advice on how to woo the ladies. Considering you're a professional at flirting with people.

You go back and forth on giving him good advice and bad advice. Sometimes you feel bad that he can't get a girlfriend. Then again, you think to yourself that no woman should be within three feet of Scout because of how much of a horny asshole he is.

After some time, you did grow to have a soft spot for him. Since he's bullied a lot by the other mercenaries. He can be kinda cute when he's not being a complete jerk.

Soldier

Soldier treats you like the other mercenaries. Ruthlessly bleating in your ear when you're doing something wrong.

"GIVE ME ONE HUNDRED SQUATS NOW! I WANT THAT AMERICAN ASS NICE AND PERKY BY THE TIME YOU'RE DONE!"

He wants the best from you. Regardless of your gender, he'll push you to the limit until he's proud enough to call you a warrior.

Soldier tests that you're a good seductress by making you flirt with him. It's an ego boost on his part, but he's genuinely trying to make sure you're hot enough for the enemy.

"YOU CALL THAT FLIRTING!? I'VE HEARD BETTER FLIRTING FROM A MONKEY! AT LEAST THEY CAN PUCKER THEIR LIPS BETTER UNLIKE YOURS!"

Buys you clothing that he believes would work well when you're seducing the enemies. It's always american themed swimwear or lingerie. You began to believe he's just buying that for himself for you to try.

Whenever the team successfully wins for the day, Soldier immediately rushes towards and smacks your ass as hard as he can.

"NOW THAT IS AN ASS I'M PROUD TO CALL AMERICAN!"

Sniper

Sniper believes your work is very unprofessional. Considering he believes you have to whore yourself out to the enemy team. Instead of using your actual skills.

He says he has nothing against prostitution or sex work in general. Sniper just thinks that stuff you do should be kept behind doors and not on the battlefield. He says it causes too much of a distraction. However, you claim that 'distraction' is the point. Sniper doesn't seem to get it.

You honestly could care less what he thinks. Snipers throws jars of piss for a living, and he really thinks he has the right to judge other people?

The truth is you're good at seducing people. Too good. That it distracts him from doing his own job. Sniper has a tendency to watch you through the scope of his gun.

The way your body gets all hot and sweaty from the terrible heat, oh it does something to him. Sniper has imagined licking your sweat off your tits while you degrade him for being such a filthy fuck.

You are his go-to jerk off material. The women in his porno magazines don't get him off like they used. The only way he can relieve himself now is by imagining your fat ass bouncing on his cock.

When he noticed a pair of your panties in the laundry basket, Sniper couldn't help himself to inhale the sweet scent of your panties before putting them back.

Sniper knows he's a damn hypocrite.

He slut shames you for what you do, only to get off to you afterwards. The post nut clarity consumes him with guilt and shame.

Sniper still hasn't built up the courage to apologize to you.

Heavy

Heavy is one of the very few people who treat you like an actual human being. He was raised by a single mother alongside three sisters. Heavy knows to treat a woman right. Less he wishes to face their fury.

Heavy doesn't understand why you seduce the enemy. You're supposed to shoot at the enemy, not bat your eyelashes and wink! However, after watching your work on the battlefield, he gets to more of an understanding.

"Oh, I see. You lie to enemy and lure them in like fish? HA! Very clever!"

Absolutely loves gunning down the enemy that is distracted by you.

Is one of the few men who genuinely falls for you for your personality. Heavy knows you're drop-dead gorgeous, but he knows that beneath all that beauty is a truly intelligent woman. You earned your place on the team by impressing Mann Co., with your skills instead of batting your eyelashes and begging to be a part of the team. You make his heart swoon like no other woman has.

He likes to write you poetry. It helps convey how he feels for you because he's too bashful to put it into simple words.

Heavy is not afraid of anything. Nothing, not even death itself. However, it took him a lot of courage and constant rehearsal to ask you out on a date.

He hopes to start a genuine relationship with you. Heavy doesn't want a one-night stand or be friends-with-benefits with you. He wants you to be his girlfriend and maybe possibly his wife later down the line.

Engineer

"Well, I'll be! Aren't you the prettiest thing I've ever seen."

Engineer is taken aback by your good looks and sauve personality. He genuinely questions why you wanted to be a mercenary. A beautiful lady like yourself is too of high risk to get hurt!

Will always be there to help you if it gets too much for you to handle.

However, he can be very overprotective over you on the battlefield. Engineer thinks it would be safer for you to stay on the rancho relaxo than getting shot at by the enemy. As much as you'd like to not do anything on the job, Mann Co. isn't paying you to be lazy. They see everything and will tell you to get off your ass and start fighting.

You have to beg Engineer that you can do it on your own. He understands your point of view and begrudgingly lets you fight with the others. Even if it means going against his code of defending and protecting a lady when she needs it.

While putting up dispensers and sentries, he can't help to admire you from afar. Engie believes that a guy like him has no chance with a girl like you. What woman would be interested in a bald man who has a robotic hand and locks himself away in his work? No gal that's who.

Engie fantasizes about working up the courage to flirt with you and ask you out, which would eventually lead to a rather sensual night spent together. He did try to ask you out once but miserably failed. Engie kept stuttering and mispronouncing words out of nervousness while attempting to seduce you. You couldn't make out what he was trying to say. Thankfully, Demo had the heart to pull Engie out of that mess of a conversation and save him from further embarrassing himself.

So now, he just admires you from afar. Dreaming that one day he'll get to win your heart.

Spy

Surprisingly, he wants to get to know you as soon as possible. It's not every day you get to meet a lovely lady.

When he learns of your class type, oh boy, this man will make you question if you're even meant to be the Seductress.

"Mademoiselle, you are the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on."

"Do you know why they call Paris the city of love? Why don't I take you there and show you?"

"If the verb ‘to love’ didn’t exist, I would have invented it upon seeing you."

Spy leaves your entire face red and completely frozen after he's done talking to you. He's so flattering and charismatic. In comparison to the other men, he makes it seem like they're not trying at all. It isn't their fault, though, Spy is a natural at wooing the ladies.

You're surprised when Spy gifts you things that you really like. You never shared these intimate details with him before or with the other mercenaries. When you asked him how he knew what you specifically liked, Spy merely winks at you and grins. He has a way of receiving information without anyone knowing.

He has a tendency to kiss the back of your hand whenever you two are greeting each other. Spy is a gentleman and can't help himself to be sweet to a beautiful woman.

When Spy asks you out on a date, you agree to it because you have been meaning to go out. You felt like you'd go insane if you stayed in the base any longer. You put on your best dress and left with Spy into town.

After having a nice meal and a few glasses of wine, both of you give into temptation. Spy could hardly keep his hands off you when he drove you both back to the base. All your clothes came off the moment you reached his bedroom. You found it a little strange he refused to take off his mask. Oh, what the hell. He's hot and treated you to a nice date.

In the morning, you receive uncomfortable stares from the other mercenaries. Let's just say you and Spy weren't exactly quiet during your lovemaking. Unfortunately for the others, you decided Spy would become your fuck buddy.

Medic

He's been meaning to include a female subject in his experiments- I mean, he's glad to meet you!

You try your best to steer clear of him. However, on the front lines, it isn't so easy. When you're constantly getting shot at and stabbed by enemies, you'll need the Medic's help to get better.

When he sees you in action, Medic feels a new emotion that he's never felt before. Is this.. love? Maybe it is. Or maybe it's just lust.

Medic has never been infatuated with any woman. Except you. The way you lure in these pathetic men with your good looks and false promises, only to kill them afterwards- oh God, it makes him giddy. He feels like a schoolboy all over again!

Medic does routine check-ups on you. To make sure all your lady parts are in working order. In reality, this perverted fuck wants to have an excuse to grope you. Always gaslights you into believing he's not being a degenerate.

"Is this really necessary?"

"Why, of course! Breast cancer isn't something to take lightly!" He'd respond. You would understand, but after thirty minutes of him fondling your breasts, you knew what his true intentions were.

Medic writes you love letters and his dove, Archimedes, deliver them to you.

The letters start off relatively sweet. Medic writes that he views you as a Goddess, a truly ethereal being that is too perfect for this world filled with lesser mortals. And how he's the only man truly worthy for you.

Then, the letters take a complete turn the more you read it. He writes how he wishes to fulfill every filthy fantasy he's ever had with you. Oh boy, the list is long. For one, Medic wants to tie you down, gag you, and breed you like the filthy whore you are. Another consited of how he wants to fuck you on the battlefield while you're bleeding out and fingering your open wound as if it was your pussy.

You've stopped reading his letters and tend to light them on fire.

Demoman

"So, how much do you regularly charge for a quick shag?" He'd ask you before laughing his ass off.

Demo will never take you or your work seriously. Even if you politely ask him to.

He doesn't see what's so hard about showing off your tits and saying how much you love to suck cock. Demo believes you should've been a stripper if you wanted to tease men so desperately.

You frequently explain to him in detail how you help and provide for the team. You honestly can't tell if Demo deliberately forgets or because he gets drunk so often, he hardly pays attention to you while you talk.

Don't worry, though. After you've instilled the fear of women into him, he'll be gladly reminded that he shouldn't judge or ridicule a woman. If his mother were here, she'd knock some sense into him.

Demo apologizes to you, drinks, gets drunk, and apologies some more

"I'm sorry, lassie! It's just that I just get so lonely sometimes! What woman would give me, a one-eyed freak, a chance!"

He bawls on the floor, crying in front of you. You attempt to cheer him up by comforting him. Instead, you end up getting drunk with him.

Did you shag him in the heat of the moment? That's all up to you ;)

Pyro

Has no idea what you're doing to the enemy. Anything sexual you do is translated as innocent in their vision. Will never know what real seduction or sex.

Luckily, they think everything you do is nice and polite!

Regularly gives you grotesque gifts, which are usually human hearts and bones. You begrudgingly take the gifts because you know they mean well and don't wish to be disrespectful.

Pyro has a tendency to go through your closet when you leave your room. Or while you're sleeping. Either why, they steal your clothing and belongings. They pick out outfits and wigs they like along with makeup supplies. You wonder where you placed your dress and immediately begin searching for it. Maybe you left it in the laundry room. As soon as you exit your room, you see Pyro wearing your clothing over their suit. Fake eyelashes have been glued onto their eyes, and lipstick smeared all over the breathing hole.

You can't even be upset with Pyro. They're doing their best.

You let Pyro keep the dress they're wearing, considering it most likely wouldn't fit you anymore.

#tf2 #tf2 soldier #tf2 medic #tf2 heavy #tf2 demoman #tf2 pyro #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #tf2 sniper #tf2 engineer #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you

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strniohoeee · 10 months

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OUUUU A REQUEST!!!

SMUT enemies one bed troupe with chris! GOD ID GIVE YOU MY KIDNEY FOR IT

Vie

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N hates Chris with every morsel in her body. They’re always fighting like children. Unfortunately one day her and Chris are stuck together for a 4 hour drive…..I wonder what happens 🗣️

Warnings⚠️: THIS IS SMUTTTTT, enemies to lovers ish, and just my favorite trope ever. This was long asf LMAOO, but I really loved writing it!🫶🏽

Song for the imagine: Friends- Chase Atlantic

⚠️This is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

All of your friends have been here for too long

They must be waiting for you to move on (woo)

Girl, I'm not with it, I'm way too far gone

I was finishing packing for the trip I was going on with the triplets when my phone started to light up. I saw Nick calling me

“Heyyy” I said picking up the phone

“Hiii I’m so sorry to call last minute, but is there any way you could pick Chris up?” He asked

“Uhhh why do I have to pick him up?” I asked getting a bit annoyed

“Well he’s a fucking idiot and we thought he got in the back seat, but he packed his shit in the back seat and made it look like he was in there, so we drove off while he was in the shower” Nick said laughing

“Wow he really is an idiot” I said laughing

“Yeah and he was screaming at us over the phone, so would you be a doll and pick him up. I’ll literally pay you, so we don’t have to turn back around” Nick said

“Don’t worry about paying me I’ll get him, but just know if he pisses me off enough I’m leaving him on the side of the road to hike to Vegas alone” I said back

“That’s fine I completely understand it” he said laughing

“Alright I’m almost done packing. I’ll head out in a few and go get him” I said

“Perfect thank you! See you in Vegasssss” he said before hanging up

A four hour drive with Chris…..I needed a gun actually. I fucking hated this kid and he hated me. We kept our distance at all fucking times, so having to sit right next to him and endure his annoying childish behavior was starting to piss me off.

After about an hour of finishing packing and making sure I had everything. I drove over to the triplets house which was like another 30 minutes. I really liked making Chris wait. I know he was getting so impatient.

I pulled up to their house and texted Chris that I was here, about 5 minutes later he came strolling out.

“Did you lock the door” I yelled out to him after rolling my window down

“I’m not a child of course I did” he said rolling his eyes

“Mmm are you sure about that?” I asked him

Chris rolled his eyes and walked back to the house….he did in fact not lock the door.

“Just saved your ass” I said as he came back and hopped in the car

“Shut the fuck up” he replied slamming the door shut

“Awww what’s wrong” I asked putting the hotel in Vegas directions in and getting ready to drive off

“Well my dumbass brothers left without me, and then you take over an hour and a half to get to me” he said huffing out

“Well if you weren’t an idiot and didn’t pack the car making it seem like you were in there, they wouldn’t have left you” I said driving off

“Yeah whatever I don’t care” he said throwing his book bag to the back of the car

“Well we’re going to be driving together for 4 hours, and I’d like to not be stressed out. I want to listen to my music and have a nice drive” I said looking over at him

“Consider me invisible” he said lifting his hood up

“Oh I consider you invisible on the daily, so this shouldn’t be an issue” I said coming to a stop at a red light

“I’m trying to be on my best behavior because Nick and Matt already talked to me about being nice to you” he said huffing

“So sad they have to talk to their grown brother about being nice to me” I said giggling

“Shut up already” he said putting his shoes on my dashboard and bending his knees

“Are you fucking crazy get your shoes off my dashboard” I said smacking his legs

“Ow you bitch” he said dropping his legs and moving away

“Don’t call me that, and this isn’t your car so show some decorum” I said rolling my eyes

“Decorum…stop using big words” he said getting upset

“Just have respect for my shit” I said huffing out a breath of annoyance

We were an hour and a half in to our drive, and Chris was chewing his snacks like an animal, burping loudly, playing his videos at max volume, talking on the phone at max volume.

I was being very patient, but he was making my skin crawl with anger. My last straw happened when he skipped my songs until he landed on something he liked

“Uh no” I said smacking his hand away

“What?” He said laughing

“I can put up with the loud chewing, the obnoxious volume of your phone and the burping, but do not touch my fucking stereo” I said glancing over at him

“Your music is fucking ass” he said shrugging his shoulders

“Oh sorry I don’t want to listen to songs solely about fucking bitches and selling drugs” I said rolling my eyes

“That’s not the only music I listen to” he said

“Sure seems like it” I said

Chris reached over and changed the song again

“HANDS OFF IDIOT” I said getting annoyed

“YOUR MUSIC IS SHIT” he yelled back

“Should’ve brought your own headphones then” I said

“I did” he said

“So then where are they?” I asked him

“In my other bag” he said in a whisper

“YES in the other bag your dumbass packed in the other car ahaha now you have to listen to my music” I said laughing at him

“Yeah whatever” he said rolling his eyes

Chris reached over to skip to the next song

“DONT” I said sternly, he ignored me anyways and pressed next

“Don’t change this one I like it” I said putting the volume up as Thinkin Bout You by Frank Ocean started to play

“I like this song too” he said sitting back

“You like this song? Yeah right” I said laughing

“No I do I swear” he said

Chris and I sang along to the song. I can say in the three years that I’ve known Chris this was the most pleasant time we’ve ever shared, and who thought it would be over Frank Ocean. We even sang to each other in a joking way completely forgetting the hate we both share for one another.

We were now 2 and a half hours into our drive when suddenly traffic came to a complete stop.

“What the fuck?” I said looking at my google maps

Suddenly my google maps time went up another hour

“A fucking hour slow down?” Chris said with his jaw dropping

I called Nick to see where they were at.

“Hey where are yall at? We’re stuck in an hour slow down” I said

“Hey, we're a little over an hour away. We got stuck in that slow down half an hour ago but it was only 20 minutes it looked like a 8 car accident or some shit” he responded

“God damn I don’t know if I can sit in an hour slow down” I said

“See how long you can stick it out, and if not just get a hotel and meet us in the morning. I’ll talk to the front desk people in Vegas and see what I can do” he responded

“Okay yeah thanks” I said

We both hung up. We were sitting in stand still traffic for a good 25 minutes when Chris started to annoy me.

“I’m hungry and I have to pee” he whined

“Yeah me too, and you don’t see me complaining” I told him

“Maybe we should get a hotel room” he said

“Mmm or we can wait it out” I said

“I’m going to piss my pants in your car then” he shrugged his shoulders

“Can’t you hold it for another 35 minutes holy shit” I said getting annoyed

“No I can’t. That’s fine I’ll just hop out right now and whip my dick out and just pee infront of everyone” he said unbuckling his seat belt

“You’re not embarrassing me like that” I said stopping him

“Well then the choice is yours” he said smiling at me like an asshole

“Oh my god you’re insufferable fine, I’ll get off right here and find a hotel or some shit” I said

I drove to a gas station first filling up my tank while Chris ran in to pee and get more snacks. He got back in the car and I went inside to pee too.

I got back in the car, and drove to the nearby hotel google maps showed me. We both hopped out and walked in.

“Hi welcome in” the lady at the front desk said

“Hi, how are you?” I asked walking closer

“I’m good, checking in?” She asked

“Actually I was wondering if you guys had two rooms available, or at least a room with two beds” I asked her

“I can check, but I’m not so sure” she said

“That’s fine! There a bad slow down on the highway, so we figured we just pull off for the night” I said nodding at her

“Oh that sucks! Let me check for you” she responded again

I walked over to Chris and told him she was checking. We sat in silence while we waited for her to check the system

“Oh uh maam” she said calling me over

Chris and I walked over to her

“So we have a room, but it’s only one king size mattress” she said

“Only one bed?” I asked her my face dropping

“I’m afraid so” she said

“Are there any hotels nearby that might have two beds available?” Chris asked her

“Considering it’s a Friday night, many hotels are taken up” she said

“That’s alright we’ll take the room, and he’ll pay” I said nodding at her and patting Chris on the chest

He looked at me before titling his head and rolling his eyes.

I walked out to the car grabbing his book bag and my one suitcase.

We both went up to the room, and opened the door. Both sighing in defeat at the sight of one bed we’d have to share.

“I’m going to shower don’t destroy anything” I said to Chris

I grabbed my stuff out of my suitcase and showered. Once I was done Chris showered also.

I tried to stay on the little loveseat and far away from the bed because I did not want to share it with him.

“Movie?” He asked

“I’m sorry, was that English? Are you two years old” I said getting annoyed

“Do you want to watch a movie stupid” he asked rolling his eyes

“Sure doesn’t really matter to me” I said rolling my eyes

Chris and I sat on the bed far away from one another as we watched a movie and ate our snacks. We watched two more movies before we decided it was late enough and we should get to bed.

Chris and I had brushed our teeth, and I decided I would sleep curled up on the loveseat.

“The fuck are you doing?” He asked me

“Going to bed what does it look like moron” I said fluffing the pillow it

“It’s a huge bed big enough for the both of us to share, so put your pride aside and just come to the bed” he said

“No I’m good” I said letting my legs dangle off the edge of the seat and slouching down

“Suit yourself” he said laughing before shutting the lights off

About ten minutes later I really wished I pushed my ego aside and laid in that damn bed. My back was curved in such an awkward way, my legs becoming numb because they were dangling and my neck hurting from straining

“In pain I bet” I heard Chris say

“Says who” I spat back

“Says the fact you can’t stay still and you’re keeping me awake” he said

“Oh shut up” I said getting annoyed

“Just lay in the bed I’ll literally put my head on the opposite end” he said

“I’m not sleeping near your feet you sicko” I replied in a hushed yell

“Well then pick your poison” he said

I huffed standing up cracking my back and neck before snatching my pillow and throwing it on the empty side of the bed

I laid down allowing my back to be aligned and I let out a sigh of relief

“Isn’t it nice when you just shut up and listen to other people for once” Chris said in a whisper

“Stop talking to me and shut your eyes” I said back

He huffed out in annoyance and got silent.

I tried to fall asleep but my mind started racing. I was laying in bed with Chris only a foot away from me, he was shirtless and in his boxers…..my heart started to race a little bit

There’s no denying that Chris is attractive. It's just when he opens his mouth I want to smack him, but also kiss him?? I don’t know what I’m thinking it’s late

We both had full control of this situation…I mean I could make a move but would he go along with it? I can feel his body heat radiating off of him and my body started to ache with an unfamiliar feeling…..well a feeling I knew all too well, but this wasn’t a feeling I’ve ever had for Chris….

My throat kept running dry as I thought of all the possibilities that could happen had I just opened my mouth and told Chris I wanted to kiss him.

No! stand strong…..it’s late at night you don’t know what you’re thinking

“Why are you breathing so hard?” Chris asked me suddenly

“I thought you were asleep” I whispered back to him

“I’m trying too but you’re breathing like you just ran a race” he said back

“Sorry” was all I could whisper back

“No smart comment, I’m shocked” he said

I looked over at Chris only being able to see the silhouette of him, and I could tell he was facing towards me.

“I’m too tired for all that” I said back

“You’re acting weird” he said

“Am not” I said my breathing getting quicker

Chris suddenly reached over placing his left hand on my heart

“Why is your heart racing so fast” he asked

“Get off of me” I said pushing his hand away

“You’re a weirdo” he said

“You ever….you ever just think you’ve made the wrong mistake in life” I blurted out

“Woah deep talks with y/n” he said laughing

“Forget I said anything” I said rolling my eyes

“I’m kidding, yeah of course I do for some things” he replied back

“I feel that way, but uhh but about you” I whispered the last part

“What do you mean” he asks

“Laying here right now my heart is racing and my breathing is getting shallow. To know that you’re so close yet so far away, and that I can’t have you is messing with my head” I told him

“Who says you can’t have me?” He asks in a whisper

“Don’t mess with my head Chris” I said shaking my head

Chris pulled me to face him and only then could I really see some of his features.

“Would it be wrong to kiss you?” He asked me

“No” I whispered out breathlessly

Chris ghosted his lips over mine teasing me

“I thought you hated me?” He said

“I don’t know what I feel about you anymore” I said back

Chris rubbed his thumb on my cheek before connecting our lips in a long passionate kiss. A kiss that made all my hatred for him flutter away. This felt so wrong yet so right. Chris is not supposed to be mine, I’m supposed to despise him….but in this moment I simply can not

Pulling away we looking into each others eyes, our noses touching

“Would it be wrong to say I want more?” I asked him

“No” he whispered to me

“Chris I need you right now” I said running my hands up his toned arms and to his neck

Pulling him in to reconnect our lips as my hand ran through his hair

“God I hate that I don’t hate you” I said pulling away

“Why do you want to hate me?” He asks laughing lightly

“Because it’s easier to hate than to have this burning desire for someone” I said

“I suppose that’s true” he said

Chris leaned over allowing me to fall back on my back as he hovered over me. Leaving light kisses on my neck as he trailed his right hand up and down my body squeezing my hips

He reconnected our lips and slid his hands under my shirt cupping my breasts in his hands causing me to disconnect from the kiss to let out a small moan

I lifted up so he could remove my shirt for me and then reconnected our lips again. Slowly kissing my jawline and down to my neck leaving open mouth kisses down my chest and to the valley of my breasts

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked me

“Yeah Chris I do” I panted out

Chris kissed up the valley of my breasts and cupped my breast grabbing my left breast and swirling his tongue around my nipple

“Ohh” I moaned out lightly my fingers running through his hair

He moved over to my right breast doing the same thing. This action alone was making me so wet I began to shift under him and whimpering out

Chris kissed down my stomach kissing over my clothes pussy causing me to grip his hair and moan out his name

He came back up and helped me slip out of my underwear

Running his hands up my legs and to my thighs giving them a squeeze

“Please Chris” I said

“I know” he whispered back

Chris slipped his own boxers off and slowly stroked himself, leaning forward on his forearm his used his right hand to guide his dick to my entrance

Slowly pushing himself in, his breathing hitching at the feeling.

“Fuck y/n you feel so good” he panted out as he bottomed out

He allowed his right arm to lean near my head as he started to thrust into me, my legs spreading wider for him. And my right hand wrapping around his left bicep

He leaned his head into my neck, his hair tickling my face and his chain slowly sliding against my collar bone

His thrusts becoming deeper and harder causing my mouth to fall open

“Oh fuck Chris this feels so good” I moaned out gripping the hair at the back of his head with my left hand.

“Fuck” he moaned out at this feeling

I leaned up a little more and wrapped my legs around his waist, his breathing becoming heavier sounding like a song in my ear. Our chests touch, sending shockwaves through my brain. Who wouldve thought fucking Chris would be this amazing

Chris thrust became faster and my moans fell out of my mouth with no signs of stopping. I never wanted this feeling to stop

“Keep going Chris I’m going to cum soon” I said raking my nails up and down his back

“Okay baby” he moaned out licking his lips as he thrusted into me harder

I laid back down and Chris leans back a bit, placing my thighs over his own as he slammed into me

“Fuckkkkkk” I moaned out gripping the sheets above my head

Chris brought his hand down to rub my clit with his thumb causing my back to arch off the bed

“Oh my god” I moaned out shutting my eyes and letting my mouth fall open

With a few more thrusts I was beginning to shudder on Chris’ dick.

“I’m going to cum” I said

“Come on pretty girl” he cooed at me

He rubbed faster, and suddenly my stomach tightened causing my thighs to shake and my eyes to screw shut

“Fuck fuck fuck” I moaned out as I came all over him

He helped me ride out my high as I tried to catch my breath. And soon he pulled out of me, stroking his dick a few times before painting my lower abdomen in his cum.

“Fuck Y/N” he moaned out as I saw him lean his head back and his arm moving to help him ride out his own high

Chris caught his breath before getting off the bed, slipping his boxers back on and turning the lamp on

His eyes glanced over at me, my body in a sheen of sweat as I laid there limp and fucked out

Chris came back with a small wet towel to wipe me clean.

I slid my underwear and my shirt back on. Chris shut the light off and came in closer pulling me to his chest.

“I’m glad you hated me it made for some pretty hot sex” he said kissing my cheek

“You’re such a weirdo” I said giggling

“A weirdo just for you” he said back

Chris and I laid in one another’s arms talking a bit before we both fell asleep.

Our alarm for 6AM going off, so we could check out by 7AM. Chris and I had both showered and packed up our stuff.

I texted Nick that we were checking out of the hotel and heading to grab breakfast before getting back on the road. Thankfully it was only an hour and a half drive to the Vegas hotel.

Chris grabbed our bags and we walked to the car. He placed everything in and before letting me get in the car he gave me a kiss

“God you’re so beautiful” he whispered out

“You’re so corny” I said rolling my eyes and blushing

Chris rolled his eyes at me and we got in the car heading through a Dunkin’ Donuts drive thru for breakfast and hoping back on the highway

We spent the rest of the car ride laughing and enjoying each other's music.

Who would’ve thought sharing a king size bed would right our wrongs….

The End

Hope y’all enjoyed this one! I actually really loved writing this one🤭 so whoever requested this I hope you enjoyed it as well! I love yall🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

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colemorrison · 1 year

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Baby, I know places we won't be found

Junker Queen x Female reader (I only see her as lesbian I'm sorry)

She smirked at you moving her gun to be on her shoulder, "ya' worry to much" she moved her free hand to rest on your cheek "I know you've been doing this for as long as you can remember but you aren't invincible." Your words were gentle, though you cared and worried, you were confident in her. She was the queen and fought for that role everyday of her life, but people were cheaters, and thieves, she leaned into your hair while her hand slid to the back of your neck.

"When I get back we can do whatever ya'd like princess, k?" Your hands moved to her waist and pulled her in "fuck them up" you smiled and leaned up on your tip toes to press your lips together. "I'll make sure I'm extra rough just for you," the one person you felt safe with because you knew she'd take care of you no matter what happened. Watching her fight for her rights, locking eyes with you when she knew you began to worry for her just a little extra, she always reassured you yet she never asked for anything in return.

You knew exactly what you wanted to do when she came back, bruises covering her skin and blood on her lips, you looked down at your girlfriend as she fought. Swinging her axe around and shooting her gun, and throwing that knife the knife she had drug across your skin on so many occasions. She looked right at you as she called it back, flipping it between her fingers, the way your face flushed made her smirk, she lifted her leg up to kick the others knife away.

She was effortless as she moved, even when she stood there in another victory she was only looking at one person and that was you. You moved to the edge of the stands and sat on the edge until she came over to you with a smile "WOO JUNKERQUEEN" Junkrat yelled making you laugh and making Odessa's head whip toward him in a glare. She let her arms move up to catch you as you dropped, "I know exactly what I want to do," she smirked and watched your movements carefully as you wiped the blood from her lips.

"Oh do tell.." she called setting you down but wrapping her arm around your waist as you walked to your shared room. "Was I rough enough for ya?" Odessa smiled dropping her weapons by the bed before she sat on the edge of it, "yes, you were perfect." "What is it that you want to do?" You moved close to her and pressed your lips to her still bloody ones "I want you," the words made Dez's hands quickly latch to your hips. You pried her hands off and slid to your knees in front of her, watching as she spread her legs with a smirk.

"Now that is what I'm bloody talking about princess," Odessa's voice dropped as she stood to slide her torn shorts and other garments off her body. Though you would have preferred to immediately dive into Odessa's body she pulled you back up to her and locked your lips. "Can't dive straight in, unless this is some sort of quickie and then I won't be letting you leave." You smiled and slid a hand down her body while your lips trailed over fresh forming bruises, her hands were pressing you closer to her body.

You kissed over hurt skin, politely leaving marks for her to show off proudly later "much better" she praised letting her hands trail to your shirt "this is about you Dez." She slid her hands higher stripping your shirt off "then let me see all of you" Odessa watched as you gently slid her legs to the edge of the bed and leaned in. Your tongue was gentle but knew exactly where to go, one hand moved to play with her clit while the other moved to trail over her thighs.

She leaned back with a sigh, the tension of the fight slowly dripping away from her body one of Odessa's hands trailed to your hair and pulled on it while her other was used to keep her sitting up right. You pressed your tongue further feeling her coat your tongue, Dez's hand moved to slide your bra up higher so she could trail her finger tips over your nipples. She groaned, keeping her hips still even though she felt the crumbling need to thrust forward.

Odessa's hand moved back to your hair to press you even deeper into her, "right there, don't pull away." Eating her out had to be your favourite thing to please her, she became a different sense of vulnerable that nobody got to see. She pressed harder, her arm that was used to keep her stable collapsed and her thighs bracketed your head. "Almost there" she said moaning out when you hummed against her lips, your hand was cramping ad your jaw hurt but as you stared up at her beautiful expression you couldn't care less.

Her thighs trembled as she came, spilling over your tongue and chin but you didn't pull away, not until you had savoured everything she offered you. "Now that is how you please a queen, but I do believe it's your turn," she smirked, quickly flipping herself to lean over you, "this was supposed to be about you Dez." "Who told ya' having sex with my girlfriend wasn't somethin' that made me feel good?"

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First Junkerqueen piece and test of lesbians, enjoy!

#overwatch #overwatch2 #overwatch imagines #junkerqueen #junker queen #junkerqueen x female reader #lesbian pride #lesbian junkerqueen #odessa dez stone #odessa stone #wlw #lgbtq #junkerqueen x reader

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elvisabutler · 2 years

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the girl is mine

summary: the colonel has never liked you. he likes you even less with this special and suggests a quick divorce to free up elvis. you bear the brunt of elvis's aggravation on the matter. you're his, aren't you? fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) | elvis presley pairing: austin butler elvis x female reader rating: m. word count: 1423 warnings: throat fucking. possessiveness. 68 special elvis. the colonel being the colonel. mild hint of face fucking. oral ( m receiving, f implied/referenced ). reference to cheating but no one is cheating. author's note: welcome to the double dip day 29 for kinktober, throat fucking with austin!elvis. imagine who you want, this is supposed to be austin!elvis and imagines what happened post the "mmhmm" scene but can be read either way. i've got no other real comments to say other than woo i am almost done- in the middle of november- with kinktober ( at least the main parts since i had that tiny gaggle of double dips ). also at some point tonight you might end up seeing a little mood board for something i've been cooking up.

Once upon a time you're pretty sure that the Colonel was useful to Elvis. Once upon a time he helped your now husband navigate a world he was never a part of. Once upon a time he helped him shoot to the level of stardom that no one had ever seen before. He had his use once upon a time but nowadays you truly wonder what exactly is his use. Elvis's last films had flopped, Elvis was deliriously unhappy with the quality of work he was putting out and well- he was just unhappy in general, unfulfilled and you knew better than anyone that an unfulfilled Elvis was a dangerous Elvis.

Elvis had kept you in the dark as to what all exactly was happening in the special, telling you that he wanted to have you be just another audience member and saying "don't you be asking Jerry 'bout it, he ain't gonna tell you either." It's fun if you're being honest, usually you're at least mildly privy to the things your husband will do but not today. Of course, this meant that you wanted to go and congratulate him on what was one of the best shows you think he's ever done with some of the best singing you've ever heard and tell him how the entire crowd was obsessed with him.

But, then you hear it outside the door. You hear your husband's voice harden, you hear the Colonel threaten him and you fight the urge to storm in there, guns blazing to ever so delicately- truthfully not at all- punch that toad in the face. Before you can properly entertain the idea, the door is opening and the Colonel leaves but not before glancing at you with a huff and a shake of his head. You think maybe you should let Elvis cool off, knowing fully well that when he gets hotheaded that sometimes even you can't cool him down and you hate being on the receiving end of his frustration like this especially when you were in such a good mood. But you hear him muttering and you know that no, you ought to check on him.

"Baby?" Your voice is quiet when you enter the room but Elvis hears it nonetheless his facial features shifting from pure anger to something far more fond for a moment.

"Darlin'." He opens up his arms as if to ask you to come closer so that he can hug you and you oblige knowing you just want to do whatever it'll take to make him feel better. You'd like to talk about it, but- that might be better saved for later. "Colonel's- talking goddamn silliness again. Thinkin' I oughta divorce ya after that comment you made about the sewing machine and how you make a great wife but you'd rather hand stitch or have a professional do it in that one magazine."

You bite your lip in a bit of embarrassment before you shrug. "It's the truth though, I know even with those machines anything I turn out isn't gonna be half as good as what I can pay an honest working woman to do for me. Should be happy about it. I didn't say it wasn't a good-"

He chuckles, cutting you off. "You might as well have." He rubs at the back of his neck in thought before he sighs. "He thinks- He never has liked ya, thinks you're with me for all the wrong reasons, thinks you're sleeping with half the Mafia when you and I both know you wouldn't dream of that. Right Mama?"

There's a pause where you lick your lips and ponder before nodding. It's in the moment that you look up and see Elvis's eyes looking just a little more stormy than they already were that you realize your playful pause was a mistake. You open your mouth to say something before he places his finger on top of your lips.

"Not a peep out of you darlin'. I know the Colonel ain't right because you've been a good girl. You are a good girl. Always take my cock so well. Always let me get my fill of ya." He moves to grasp your chin, pulling you in for a soft kiss that quickly turns into him nipping at your lower lip. "Can I use you right now, darlin'? Get what I need out of you for right now? I'll give you a present at the end."

You should say no, you should say no because usually when Elvis is like this and asks you a question like that you end up doing something that you really shouldn't have. But- he's your husband and truth be told- the idea of having a promised present at the end fills you with enough excitement that you nod your head slowly. "How do you want me, baby?"

He shakes his head as he bites at his lips. "On your knees for me." He pulls at the tie on his robe, revealing that he isn't wearing a stitch of clothing underneath. You gulp as if it's your first time as you sink to your knees. You should wait until Elvis is ready, should wait until he pulls your mouth onto his cock but you don't, you see how he's for some reason already hardening just by looking at you on the floor so you start to wrap your lips around the tip earning a moan from him.

"Satnin." He groans, his hand moving to cup the back of your head, cupping your neck in an effort to get you to take more of him into your mouth. He knows he could get you to deep throat him immediately, you'd adjust but he's trying to be gentle. As if you can hear him being worried about the need to be gentle you look up at him and relax your throat, a hand moving on top of his giving him permission.

It's all the permission he needs, his fingers somehow gripping at your hair in whatever way he can and pushing your mouth further down his cock until he feels the tip of him against the back of your throat. You're coughing around his cock a little, trying to adjust even as you swear he's becoming girthier than he already was. The temptation to shut your eyes is there but you resist making sure to train your eyes on Elvis even as you try and make a swallowing motion knowing that the few times you've done it before Elvis has seemed to enjoy it.

The way his hand tightens and tries to yank at your hair tells you that you made the right decision. His thrusts into your mouth are sloppy as he mumbles above you words that are truly going in one ear and out the other with you catching snippets about "the colonel" "best girl" "my wife" and you start to clench your thighs together, your hand moving down to between your legs before he does a particularly rough thrust that has him hitting the back of your throat with enough force you can't help but stop breathing for a moment.

"Don't- Goddamn- sorry darlin' but don't you be touching what's mine. Gonna take care of you like I always do. You just wait a few minutes." He mutters, shutting his eyes for a moment as if to stave off the inevitable that is coming barreling faster than he intends it to.

Now that you know that you being touched depends on him coming first, you hum around his cock, the vibrations causing him to still for just a moment before an almost inhuman growl leaves his body, the thrusts and the pulling and pushing of your head on his cock reaching an almost fever pitch as you try and keep up, your tongue moving and your mouth just focusing on the task at hand. It doesn't take too long until you feel him coming while he's at the back of your throat, the salt and warmth of it coating your mildly abused throat as you try and not cough too much, as you try and not waste too much.

When Elvis pulls you off his cock, you think he's going to say something before you feel him picking you up and just setting you on the vanity behind the two of you and pulling down your underwear. Your voice is a little rough when you speak. "Elvis?"

"We'll talk later. Think I promised you a present, didn't I?"

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sugurouge · 3 years

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𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐬...

who would have thought a job like this could bring so much entertainment? watching, blackmailing and abducting people nothing uncommon in his field of work until ran grows fond of his most recent target and believes himself to be your perfect partner

— pairing: dom!ran haitani x female reader

genre: dark content, smut, mdni

wordcount: 4.3k

i highly recommend you listen to hellbent by mystery skulls while reading this fic

warnings: manga spoilers, stalking, blackmail, kidnapping, lovesick ran, obsessive behaviour, some predator/prey, praise, marking (scratches, hickeys), a pinch of voyeurism (ran likes watching you with other men), petnames, rough sex, unprotected sex, guest appearance of other bonten members, sanzu + his love for guns, degradation, yandere themes, reader slaps ran once

You don’t even seem surprised by the demand of your friend to dress up extra nicely for this Friday night’s adventure. Yes, usually your little group would opt for the cheaper clubs since you try to keep a low profile, try to not make it seem like you’re the daughter of a powerful man—one of the richest men in Tokyo, to be exact.

You seek to live an uncomplicated life. One far away from your parents and their affairs, dark secrets and businesses you want nothing to do with.

Yet you turned into the queen of a chess game far greater than you could have ever realised as a handsome man in a purple suit offers you easy entry into the club with the simple gesture of his hand reaching out toward you—offering you a piece of him in exchange for everything you held dear.

Ran would be lying if he said your appearance tonight caught him by surprise. Heck, he was the one who invited your friend in the first place, as he sent an anonymous invitation to their doorstep. Informing them over the great party going to take place tonight. Another grand scheme of his.

Truth be told, violet eyes have been stuck on your very being for weeks at this point. Trailing your activity with grande interest. The dirty business of your father brought attention to his pretty daughter and made you the key person of interest for the organisation. If nothing would bring your father to pay his debt to Bonten, surely his daughter could change his priorities.

; The job only required two steps.

Step one was to find out more about you. Step two offered Ran different options. Either get the girl, shoot her or blackmail her. Anything to make her daddy understand to not fuck with their gang.

Now, Ran must admit, finding out all your info regarding your job, interests, friends and address took him less than an hour. What ended up absorbing his time and attention was the being hidden behind your ID and reputation.

The older Haitani found himself captivated by you. Watching you for hours on end from the windshield of his car. The actual goals of his job brushed to the furthest corners of his mind while his eyes were mesmerised by your movements and figure anytime he caught a glimpse of you inside your four walls.

Ran’s very being is caught in your web. Glued to watch you rush through the city like a gust of fresh air; you breathed a new spark of excitement into his life.

He even watches you with people. Engrossed in the way strangers touch you in places he dreamt of being.

But this time you’re close. Right in front of him as he makes his way toward the entry of the club. Long fingers hold a cigarette as he inhales deeply, a handsome crease to his brows decorating his features as he scans the line of party goers currently waiting in line like lesser livestock—you do not belong there.

He excuses himself from Koko and Rindou with a lift of his index finger and flicks the cigarette butt aside while a smirk known to woo women and men alike spreads over his soft lips.

The grip your friend has to your forearm turns painful as this tall and unknown man makes his way toward your group. Only the inflicted pain causes you to shift your attention from complaining over the wait to the stranger standing uncommonly close to you.

“Take it,” your friend hisses into your ear as you stare at Ran’s hand, held out for his sweet prey to take.

“I’m sure you must be getting cold out here,” he finally breaks the silence, blinking for the first time in a few seconds after catching himself being entirely lost in your eyes.

The metaphor of your hands touching, connecting, slotting together perfectly mirrors the internal image of Ran finally holding you in the palm of his hand. You feel so malleable once you adapt to the warmth of his touch, like you needed him all this time. Melting even, the moment his lips connect with the back of your hand and you grow flattered beneath his flirtatious smile.

A man like him, dressed ten times nicer than any of the other partygoers, screams danger. You should know better at this point, after watching your own father for so many years. He always dressed nice; the finest designer suits, along with polished shoes, sparkling jewellery and perfectly styled hair.

Much like Ran, a lot like him, if you’re honest.

But this violet hue to his eyes, the mischief swirling in those pools of poison and the promise of something unexpecting outweigh his red flags.

Admittedly, your life grew a little too quiet. Too laid back with the men you’ve been dating; no champagne, no silk or satin. Just crumbled sheets and messy hair, stale coffee and clothes of mediocre quality. Nothing compared to the feel of Ran’s suit, to the confident grip he holds to your hand or the weight of his rings resting against your nimble fingers as he pulls you into the darkness of the club.

He knows you’re hooked the moment his lips connect to your cheek and the pleasurable smell of his cologne wafts your senses for a split second before he pulls away, promising to be back soon, where in return you gave your word to wait for him.

Unbeknownst to you, he isn’t the only man with a grand interest in you. Soon, other suitors flock around your group of friends. Dancing, kissing, grinding in the sea of people as the bass of the club makes your feel lightheaded and the raving neon lights leave you floating.

Yet through it all, the eyes of your predator are unwavering.

Once more is Ran engrossed in watching you from across the room. Leant back in a comfortable seat next to Koko and Rindou, ignoring their conversation—or more so entirely blocking out everyone and everything besides you.

You, and the guy right behind you, of course. He’s seen it before, watched their hands explore your body and their hips roll against yours. You like to play with your hookups, is what he has noticed over time. The way you tend to grin against their lips when your teeth drew blood from their own plumb ones something that gets his cock straining against his trousers.

But tonight you seem a little different, like you’re searching for someone directly. So unlike the scared little thing that checked her surroundings in paranoia, no this time you are in want of finding him.

Ran leaves his seat upon emptying his drink. The loud clank of the glass coming in contact with the table, mimicking the starting shot to a race as he strides through the club.

The droplets of water running down along the sides of his cooled whiskey class in sync with the shivers spreading over your back as you watch him prowl through the club.

His tall and lean figure is only illuminated by the same neon lights highlighting your entwined figure with the random man at your side; kissing and staining skin that belongs to the older Haitani.

At random moments you lose sight of Ran when darkness engulfs his form. Something must clearly not be right with you, you hate to admit, upon the thrill of fear flooding your senses anytime Ran disappears from your vision. You grind harder against the guy behind you, wish for him to hold you a little tighter and have his teeth ruin your skin.

Instead, stillness welcomes you.

The finale of the current song booming through the club causes the accompanying lights to pause and for darkness to surround you. The sudden cold engulfing your figure is what’s truly unpleasant; your previous partner gone in a flash to leave you open and vulnerable, a little intimidated even upon being abandoned in the dark.

Until long and firm arms circle your waist and the delicious fragrance of a perfume far too expensive lulls you to lean into the touch.

“There you are.” Ran’s hot breath causes you to shiver in his hold as the words are spoken into your neck. “I’ve been searching the entire place for you.”

With the return of warmth, the music and lights come back to life again as well. The flashy lights now uncover the goosebumps running over your skin, allowing the man to muse over the effect he has on you.

“Couldn’t get me out of your mind?” you chirp back while the gentle push of your fingers against his nape makes Ran bend forward. He towers above you, surrounds your frame with his taller and broader build as you lean your head back to rest against his shoulder, the fat of your ass already moulding against the growing outline in his pants.

He grins at that, chuckling to himself over the fact you’ve been on his mind for the past two months every time his cock throbbed. Every time another girl danced for him, spread her legs for him. Always you.

“Impossible.”

Soft fingers turn your face sideways and allow your lips to clash with another in an eager kiss. The pent up hunger coming undone the second Ran gets a taste of you.

The lingering flavours of your beverages mix as your tongues move against another. Your taste is even more addictive than the sugariness of your drink, currently contrasting the deep aroma of Ran’s old-fashioned.

And as much as your sweetness clashes with the spiciness of Ran’s whiskey, just as much did he notice an exchange in behaviour. You’re so outgoing, unlike the feared thing he watched over the past weeks. There is no meek demeanour, no hiding behind curtains or looking outside the window as if anyone was watching you.

No. Here, you let loose. Body grinding against Ran’s, freshly manicured fingernails digging into his shoulders and appreciating the feeling of his suit beneath your tips before ruining his gelled back hair.

The exchange of soft moans further leads you away from reality as you let the man take all of you. Air, mind and common sense stripped off you with the most simple touches along your body.

Desire pools in those beautiful lavender irises once you lock eyes. You feel hazy from the kiss, and the little wobble to your knees accompanied by your unfocused gaze tells Ran the tale.

You’re just as horny as he is, aren’t you?

His touch travels along your body unhinged. Already grabbing into the hem of your dress to pull it up higher while his lips attach to your neck, covering the traces of the other guy with his own kisses. The palm on your lower back brings you flush against Ran’s chest, allowing him a glimpse of what your body will feel like against his.

The tip of his slender nose travels along the expanse of your shoulder and neck, the warmth of his breath tickling your ear upon the parting of his lips. “Let’s get out of here, hm?”

Too eagerly, you flash him a wide grin as you nod in excitement, accompanied by the tender touch of your hand gliding along his pecs for your fingers to wrap around his tie. Ran feels your needy tug on the fabric and follows your silent command, leaning in while his hand cradles one side of your face as your lips meet so you may get your fill before leaving the club.

The car takes you somewhere, anywhere. Truth be told, the destination matters little after you have already reached your desired location on Ran’s lap, with your dress hiked up for his hands to grab your bare ass and have you grind against his cock.

The windows fog up from your rising body heat and the shaky exhales meeting between your clashing lips. The tugging of hair and yanking of clothing is nothing surprising, as the needy feeling stirring in the depths of your core makes you yearn for the man.

Yet despite your urges, Ran parts from the kiss and the firm hold he has on your hips forces you to come to a halt. The car falls silent besides your ragged breathing, and Ran allows himself a moment to watch you. Violet eyes appreciate the growth of your impatience; the squirming in his hold, the nimble fingers scrunching up his dress shirt and those needy eyes of yours glazed with a pinch of hunger.

A chuckle escapes the man the moment your teeth sink into your bottom lip, inflicting pain upon your own body to keep yourself in check.

“Pretty thing,” Ran speaks low and redirects your gaze with the tip of his fingers. Your eyes meet and much more conveys in your shared gaze than any words could ever say. His hold around the back of your neck leads you forward, lips brushing yours as he whispers, “don’t be shy with me.”

His touch along your outer thigh slowly drives you insane, imagining a trail of burn marks to etch into your skin the longer his fingers remain on your body. You’re desperate, cunt throbbing the longer you feel his erection press against your puffy lips.

It’s no surprise you’ve lost control.

Airy laughter bubbles out of Ran’s throat upon your eagerness when you tear some buttons off his dress shirt. Your nails add pretty red streaks to the black ink on his body as they drag down to his slacks and help him undress.

He already felt promising while you simply sat on his lap, but as you allow the tip of his cock to drag along your wet slit to tease yourself, you’re finally sure about hitting the jackpot for tonight.

You tease yourself by circling his thick head over the sensitive nerves around your clit, relishing in his hisses and the gentle tug of his fingers on your hip. “You feel so good…” you sigh in content as your head falls in the crook of Ran’s neck and enjoy his chuckles vibrating against your body.

You almost hate to admit the level of comfort you feel thanks to him. But his hands truly seem like they were made to hold you, to guide you as you sink down on his shaft. Mewling upon the stretch he challenges you with.

“Just like that, fuck…” he groans and makes sure his praise reaches your little brain going dumb thanks to his girth. Shivers embark on a journey along your body the moment he moans your name and bottoms out, holding your body pressed right up against himself to pull himself together. He’s waited for this moment since too long, fantasising about the pleasure your gummy walls would deliver, yet nothing could have actually prepared Ran for the ecstatic feeling currently pulsing through his veins.

“You drive me mad, little girl,” he whispers while his nails run up your spine and find rest on your nape. “Now fuck yourself silly on my cock. You deserve it.”

The response of your walls clenching around his girth steals yet another chuckle from him. The strain added to his voice only edging you to turn him on even more.

“Don’t complain…” you murmur against his lips, confident in your talents as your hips begin to grind down on him. Your hands hold his face gently before your fingers ruin his hair, carding through the silky and perfectly styled strands to find leverage on his roots as your movements grow wilder.

Ran finds himself entirely mesmerised by you. The way you look on top of him like you belonged to him all this time on your rightful throne, this must truly be destiny. So it comes as no surprise how his hands hold you a little tighter, perpetuating minor bruises on your hips as his nails leave crescent shapes.

You lift yourself off his lap, moaning over the stretch when you sink back down again and let the full potential of his cock spoil your cunt. Rolling your hips before a hard break of the chauveur shoves you into Ran’s chest and knocks the air out of your lungs.

But he’s got you. He will always have you in his arms from this day forth. Caught right in his strong embrace and dying over the feeling of your tits pressed against his firm chest.

“Careful, sweetheart, we don’t want anything to happen to you now,” Ran says, firmly believing in the fact the safest place for you to be is his embrace. His tongue travels along your shoulder and neck, licking over already blooming and stinging marks he added in the club while he helps you pick up your pace once more.

Yet the click of your tongue catches him off-guard, meeting your eyes with confusion laced in his own pupils. “Oh, what would I do without you,” you tease and pause your movements all over, only letting the delicious pulsing of your walls embrace his cock.

The tip of your nose bumps against Ran’s before your lips brush another. The stinging sensation of your fingernails along his chest leaves the man panting in need, hips jerking somewhat desperately as you refuse to move.

What a feisty little thing he found himself.

The realisation of being under your mercy has him sigh in pleasure, joy and madness. You may be his queen on the chessboard, but you’re the one truly ruling over him.

He leans back until his head rests against the car seat, eyes falling shut while his chest rumbles from his laughter. Relaxing and surrendering to your little display of power, until you lose it all.

Control stripped away as the hands on your hips make you move. Forcing you to arch whenever your cunt embraces Ran’s cock. The almost painful grip has you circle your hips, allowing his tip to reach and stimulate your sweet spot as he uses your smooth muscles for his own pleasure.

All you can offer are desperate sobs and moans as you lose yourself in the agonising display of power Ran offers.

“Can’t–, fuck,” you whimper and only make him feel higher on his horse. You’re really losing the ability to articulate over his cock? That’s, “so fucking cute,” he coos at you, before grabbing into your hair, pressing your head into the juncture of his shoulder and neck while his free arm wraps around your waist.

At this point, he relentlessly thrusts up into you, using your body like his personal toy, while your cunt tightens around him, dangerously so.

Ran feels his own orgasm approaching just as the driver takes his final turn. Chasing his high, but promising to feel your cunt gushing all over him as well.

“Wanna feel really good, sweetie?” he pants, cock jerking against your tight walls before he pulls out. God, he hates it already. Hates how he throbs and desires to be back inside your warmth.

“Want to, please, please, I just wanna cum!” you hiccup while further hiding your face—surely staining his white dress shirt with your mascara and drool. Especially so once Ran collects your overflowing juices with his fingertips and drags them up to your clit.

Tapping the swollen pearl until you squirm in his hold and your legs tremble. That’s the moment his shaft finds refuge inside your walls once more, nestling himself deep inside you and relishing the spasming of your cunt while his fingers toy with your clit.

Everso gently does he circle your hips on his lap. Allowing you to feel how well his cock fills you up, if it wasn’t for your hazy mind clouding your awareness as the coil in your stomach finally snaps and you cum. Pussy pulsing and tightly hugging his cock while you squirm in his lap. Your soft mewls and grateful praise paint his skin in a sheen layer of adoration, your words etching themselves in his memory and leading him toward his own high.

Ran welcomes his high with a groan of deep satisfaction as his heavy lids fall shut. Careless words fall past his lips since all the man can think of is your perfect embrace. “You feel even better than I’ve ever imagined, you know that…” he whispers while you feel his hands caressing your sides and thighs before he gently squeezes your flesh. “I was just thinking about you last night before I went to sleep...” he goes on and sighs deeply, smiling to himself and enjoying the way you clench tightly around him.

Your alarm bells cause your body to stiffen in his hold, hands pushing against his chest as you try to bring distance between your bodies the moment the car comes to a halt.

“But this,” he points back and forth between your bodies while lavender bores into the depths of your soul. “Fuck, this was…” Ran straightens his posture, chasing your lips once more if it wasn’t for the turn of your head. His forehead rests against your temple, his previous endearing chuckle now making you feel uneasy.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” you finally ask, regardless of the tight feeling in your throat.

But the pungent smell of cigarettes joins the filthy scent of sex as the car door opens. “About time,” Akashi grumbles and bends down with little regard for your privacy. “Mikey’s waiting, impatiently.”

“No fun allowed, I see.” Ran mumbles, more so to himself while he still continues to let his hands travel over your body. The spank to your ass jolts you awake and his kiss to your cheek has you shivering in disgust. “Come on, pretty girl. We need to get dressed and meet my friend.”

“What frie—” the calloused hand around your upper arm tears you off Ran’s lap and outside the car, leaving the older Haitani to spew insults and complaints as he fixes himself and steps outside the car.

With quick strides does he catch up to you and Akashi, ignoring the older mans annoyed demeanour as he drapes his jacket over your shivering form. You wish you could push the fabric off, but alas, it leaves your figure hidden from lifeless black and manic blue eyes welcoming you to the top of the Bonten HQ.

“Fucking finally!” Sanzu exclaims as he twirls a pistol in his hand. The grin to his face stretches wider once he notices your fear and he can’t keep himself from closing the distance between your figures. Looming above you as he taps the end of the pistol against the side of your head, dragging it along your cheek and pulling on your lower lip.

Yet his fascinated chuckles die down as Ran pushes the weapon out of your face, challenging the other man in a staring contest until Mikey interrupts the farce.

“You know why you’re here?” his uninterested voice brings all heads to snap toward the man and you gulp. Not sure what answer is right or wrong while your body grows pliant under your fear, kneeling at his feet by a simple push of Akashi against your shoulder.

“No.”

Your meek reply causes another fit of laughter to erupt from the pink-haired man as he returns to stand beside Mikey, whispering something about just shooting you right now.

“I’ll keep her.” This time all eyes jump towards Ran. Standing tall beside your kneeling figure with his hands in the pockets of his slacks. “I’ll keep her and you,” he looks at Akashi, “you fix the shit with her father. Any material needed, I’ll provide.” Long fingers run over your head and fist your hair, yanking on your head and stealing a yelp from you as he reveals your pretty face to Mikey.

“Is she that good of a fuck for you to get a pet?” Sanzu chirps, giggling over his own degrading question while you bore daggers into his figure.

“Fuck off!” you bite back, hissing over the sting Ran’s grip inflicts to your scalp. “You fucking psychopath,” yet the tears already stain your cheeks as you speak. “All bark, no bite,” Akashi mumbles as he lights yet another cigarette.

“If you want shit from my dad—” yet your words die in your throat as Ran kneels beside you, encircling you with his long legs.

“We want everything from your dad, that’s right. And all I want from him,” his fingers curl around your chin, teary eyes meeting his, “all I want is you. Mikey wants his money, and prostitutes, right, Mikey?”

“Yeah, whatever,” this Mikey quietly replies.

“So I’ll keep you. I promise you’ll have a good life. I know what you like. I know you, from your favourite way to drink coffee to your preferred fabric softener—”

Yet the rage inside your quivering body bubbles over at this and your hand flies up to land a slap to his cheek, stinging and ugly red. “You don’t know shit.”

“Maybe a little bite,” the older man beside you muses.

“Just the right amount,” Ran adds with a small grin, and remembers the painful streaks throbbing on his chest. “Where else would the fun be.”

You taste bile on your tongue as he leans in and forces your lips to meet, kissing you sickly sweet in front of his business partners. “Gonna make you love me too, baby,” he promises, threatens, in a hushed tone.

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schoollover · 2 years

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That's my girl!

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x female!reader

AN: hi! this is my first time ever writing something here, so please bear with me. but it’s been bugging me for some time now, to write something because ugh, top gun: maverick was so H O T <333333 so, if you wanna see more of my writing comment, like, share and you can even give me suggestions. so, lets start with some fluff. enjoy.

SUMMARY: you're helping Penny around the bar and some people just can't believe that you're taken.

WARNINGS: none

You were having a great day so far. Penny asked you to come and help her around the bar and you were actually having fun after a long time. You were serving drinks when you noticed from the corner of your eye a group of people dressed in navy uniforms. But it was nothing you haven't seen before, it was just that you knew them, not in person but you heard of them, from non other than the famous Bradley Bradshaw, aka Rooster, aka your boyfriend. He talked about his friends all the time and it was like you already knew them. So, after taking a glance at them you noticed that Rooster wasn’t with them. He was probably changing from his uniform into his signature Hawaiian shirt that you loved so much on him. That man and his shirts. You continued to pour drinks when someone called you over. “Can we get some beer over there, sweetheart?” asked said person. You turned around and immediately recognized who he was. Jake Seresin aka Hangman. Rooster told you a lot about him and his reputation. And you already know that he was flirting with you. “Yeah, coming right up.” you said and started to prepare the drinks. “You’re new here, haven’t seen you around much, right,” asked Hangman, trying to woo you with his sweet talk and his signature smirk. “Nope, just giving Pen a hand, because it’s pretty crowded,” you simply answered. “Well, let me know if you need a hand with anything, I’ll gladly help you out with anything,” he said. You placed the beers on the bar and glanced back at him, “You know, I already have someone to help me out, so I don’t think that I’m gonna need your help Hangman, but thanks for offering.” “So, you do know my name. I’m impressed. Can I get yours, sweetheart?” he asked, trying to get under my skin. You smiled sweetly and made your way to the side of the bar where Penny had the bell, “Yeah, it’s Rooster’s girl,” you said and ringed the bell, announcing that the next round of drinks is on Hangman. The people started cheering, I mean a free round of drinks, who wouldn’t want that. “That’s right, she is. So you better pay the next round before she rings that bell again,” someone said behind Hangman’s back and you immediately knew that voice. It’s was Rooster, dressed in his Hawaiian shirt like you thought with his aviator glasses, grinning for one ear to the other. You smiled at him and said, “Hi, baby.” “Sorry man, didn’t know she was taken. But from what I see, you’re a lucky man,” said Hangman and walked to the other with their drinks. “Yeah, I really am,” said Rooster before coming to you and kissing you hard. In the background you could hear the other cheering and whistling, but you didn’t care, as long as you and him were together.

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Hope that you enjoyed reading this. I am new at all this writing so, let me know what you think. <3

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moonchildsaurora · 2 years

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Time of Our Lives

✤ collab with my Moon Queen @hereisleo ✤ undercover agent!Woo x female undercover agent!reader ✤ genre: Spy AU // action, chaotic fluff, inconvenient love confessions ✤ t/w: sfw, rated M, contains: swearing, mentions of guns & death ✤ count: 1.4k+

a/n - WELL DAMN. I’M BACK! It’s been a hot minute in this ghost town of a blog huh? After being stuck in the writers block for quite sometime, I’ve finally crawled out of that void. This piece was actually written...a year ago, something fun I wanted to try and roped my other half of Tea4Two into an impromptu blurb night. I started it and Leo finished it! Honestly, feels refreshing being able to write once more after months. Please enjoy & let us know your thoughts 💙

And it was in that moment, you knew, he fucked up.

All those weeks of planning went right out the window. The onslaught of bullets didn’t have to take you and your reputation out, when your partner was doing such a fine job of that. Two of Headquarters’ best agents messing up one of the most classified operation on the board – over a damn Alexandre Vauthier gown.

You threw a side glare towards the man who was currently reloading his gun beside you. Head reeling from all that happened within the span of the few minutes that just passed.

This was a mess you definitely, did not see coming.

“You look ridiculous in that!”

Were you personally offended by that comment?

Yes.

On the contrary, you felt like city royalty in lavish shiraz velvet. Unfortunately it proved to be too much for Jung Wooyoung to handle, if his erratic mood spoke otherwise over the days leading up to this assignment.

You been through the strategy so many times over you could recite every detail in your sleep. You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into, and so did Agent Jung.

But that didn’t mean he had to like it. Not one bit.

Wooyoung thought you looked ridiculous alright, ridiculously gorgeous. So when he saw you enter the hotel’s lounge bar from his corner, the bourbon went straight down the wrong pipe.

The slit of the gown was a sinful display of leg and don’t even get Wooyoung started on that equally sinful plunging neckline. All hope was on that single waist belt, holding the entire outfit together.

“You alright there?” asked the bartender, patting Wooyoung on his back as he coughed through the stinging liquor. He managed a thumbs up by the end.

If you had heard him coughing his lungs out as you walked past the bar, the poker face you wore proved to be impeccable. A low whistle was heard as just as you disappeared behind the conference room doors.

“Well, ain’t the Chairman lucky today?”

The bartender mistook Wooyoung’s unimpressed expression for a cue to further elaborate, “The Chairman loves women with class and sophistication.”

A vein popped, or perhaps it was his knuckles cracking.

“A sight for sore eyes is an added bonus.”

You weren’t there to provide favours of any kind. You were there to take down this nefarious narcissist of a scumbag who’s sat far too long at the top, bleeding hard-working corporations dry to fund his own personal gain and allowed corruption to run wild. So how very rude of these ignorant bystanders to insinuate such things about you.

His habitual reaction to bite back was interrupted by the soothing tone of your voice coming through his in-ear. You played the role of the pseudo informant extremely well, dropping light flirtatious remarks to lure the Chairman in lowering his guard down.

It was all acting, this was pre-planned – Wooyoung kept telling himself.

“I must say, I wasn’t expecting such a gem to be the one liaising on the other end of this deal. Come accompany me to the penthouse once this is over…I’ve some wine imported from Italy we could try and sheets to keep us warm my dear.”

Absolutely not.

“Fuck this.”

The glass slammed down on the counter top. “Excuse me sir? Where are you going?”

“Gonna get my lady, I’d suggest you clear out right now!”

To hell with this game play. The rest of the squad were already stationed outside, awaiting orders. Pistol cocked and loaded, Wooyoung did not hesitate to set the fire alarm off. It blared throughout the complex sending patrons and hotel staff alike into a frenzy.

Either way, the Chairman was going down. Preferably with a bullet or two to the head after what he tried to pull on you.

“HANDS OFF YOU FILTH!” roared Wooyoung, kicking the doors down and aiming at his target.

Wooyoung didn’t even register your exasperated shouting of his name before the Chairman gave the signal for the bodyguards to bring the rain.

You had tossed your new pair of silver heels aside, opting to dodge and roll in bare feet so as to not lose balance. How those were sadly broken already and your damned gown was still intact, baffled you.

“You better have a fucking good explanation for this! And you owe me a new pair!” you hissed at Wooyoung.

He took a quick shot around the corner of the couch and managed to pick off another bodyguard.

“Look, the guy is rotten to the core and I’m just speeding up the process where he’s done and dusted.”

Another shot, another body drop.

“Don’t worry, I’ll buy you as many new pair of shoes as you want once this is all over. And on that note, would you let me take you out for coffee too?”

Your hard stare was met with Wooyoung’s toothy grin.

The fucking audacity.

You gave credits where it was due but he was something else. Jung Wooyoung shouldn’t affect you this much and yet, he did. He didn’t flinch when you raised your gun towards him, there was implicit trust that you weren’t going to use him as target practice. The goon who tried to sneak aim at him fell to the floor, joining with the party of cooling bodies.

“You owe me a pair of heels…and coffee!” you bit out. Wooyoung let out a whoop of excitement which turned into a groan when you continued, “And you’re telling Boss what happened today.”

“Okay, hear me out, I didn’t mean it in a bad way when I said you looked ridiculous…” he said as both of you tucked your heads down when shots were fired near your hiding place. “You look ridiculously gorgeous and I can’t stand the thought of that sleazy bastard pawing you.”

It may have been the odd tug of your heart strings, or even the unwavering determination steeled into his eyes that did not shy from your gaze. For once instead of running from honesty, perhaps it wasn’t such a bad idea to give into it. Now that it confirmed Wooyoung was on the same page as you were.

You never did claim you were good at planning either. And so, among the mess of bullets and broken glass, a single chaste kiss was shared. Too fleeting for your liking but sweet enough to placate two hearts, for now.

“Thank you,” and you meant it. Fingers fondly caressing the sides of his sculptured jawline.

Then the flick to his forehead brought him out of his love-drunk daze and back to reality.

Wrong time for a confession but with life as undercover agents, wrong time was also the right time. It still did not excuse the fact that you were pissed at him for cocking up the mission but –

“We could be like Mr. and Mrs. Jung.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself!”

He chuckled and swooped down to steal another kiss. You could get used to this.

“Do you know you look hot when you’re angry?”

If you had your heels, you would have thrown it at his head. Alas, you didn’t have the chance to do so as the rest of the squad took care of the surviving Chairman’s strays and approached you and Wooyoung with the most exasperated face. Ah, you were going to get it on the ride back to the Headquarters. Even if it was Wooyoung’s fault.

Partners always got blamed together.

“See? It wasn’t too bad, gorgeous.”

You clenched your fists around Wooyoung’s suit lapel, he only raised his arms in surrender and grinned, eyes twinkling with mirth and was that fondness? You were annoyed, not angry at him anymore but simply annoyed.

“Wasn’t too bad? Wasn’t too bad for you, Jung Wooyoung but my reputation does take a hit. How do you plan on salvaging it?”

The grin widened and you immediately knew he had something up his sleeve. He grabbed your wrists and you let go of his jacket, he cleared his throat and straightened his black suit.

“Well, I do have an afternoon tea reservation for two at The Ritz and a bejewelled pair of silver heels waiting in the car. I owe you coffee and a new pair of heels, you said so yourself! And you owe me a date!”

You can’t help but laugh at his words. A man of his word, a fine man at that.

“Fine. However, don’t think this is enough to satisfy me.”

Wooyoung looped his arm around yours and leaned down to give you a swift peck to your lips, not minding the stares or silence that fell behind them. You smacked him lightly for the public display of affection yet followed his lead to the lift.

“Of course not, Mrs Jung. I intend to woo you!”

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scaryrabbit · 3 years

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Bitten

Summary: The zombies invade Las Vegas, but you get the feeling there is one that is unlike the rest, and he is looking for you.

Pairing: Zombie King Zeus x Female Reader

Word Count approx. 1.3k

Warnings: Ummm Interspecies love? Implied smut, mentions of body fluids, death, zombies

Authors Note: While I can’t post any of my Henry stuff 😭 I thought I’d try something different. This idea has been in my head since I watched “Army of the Dead” and laid eyes on the magnificence that is Zeus.

I’ve used my usual tag list, but I know some of you won’t be interested in this, I’m not offended if you ignore the tag!

Also, I can’t respond to replies but I seem to be ok with responding to reblogs, asks and messages on this blog. Who knows what’s going on! I’m still waiting on Tumblr to get back to me.

I don’t know what else to say about it, it’s just a little ditty, an experiment or writing challenge, but I hope some of you enjoy it. It is weird, but hey, weird is good and who hasn’t fallen for a monster at least once in their lives. ❤️

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Bitten

Again, you hear the screech echoing through the streets, it’s closer this time. Every time you hear it, it seems like it’s getting closer. You still don’t know how you could possibly hear it, the strip was so loud. It had always been a loud place, drunken fights, screaming hen’s parties, sirens, loud cars, but since the creatures came, it was a continuous battle zone. Rapid gunfire rang out in bursts as you kept moving, trying to find somewhere safe. Bullets were becoming scarce, no one went full auto anymore.

You hid behind a car with your friends as a small hoard went past and the gun shots got louder. But that roaring call got louder too. The pitch was different to most of the cries of the creatures. You think it must be the leader, the one people are calling the King, the one the rumours say was the first. He was one of those that seemed to sound different, act different, seemed smart even, intelligent and capable of communication. You can’t be sure though, no one is sure of anything anymore, except that one bite will turn you into a mindless flesh eater, a drone, following the herd to your next victim.

Hearing the cry again, you’re convinced it’s closer. “We need to get off the street,” you say. “He’s coming.” You don’t need to explain who he is, they know. You saw him once, the King, on the first day the creatures arrived. You aren’t sure if you made it up, but in the few days since then you become convinced he looked you in the eyes, just as you made your way into the fire escape. You had frozen, open door in your hand, you had almost been bitten, but you swear the King called the creature off you. You may have stood there for an age, lost in dead, jaundiced his eyes, if the hands of your friends hadn’t pulled you into the stairwell and blocked the door. Since then, you can’t shake the feeling he was stalking you, hunting you.

Looking around, you see the hotel Olympus. “In there,” you tell your friends and you make a run for it, leaping over half eaten bodies that would have made you vomit 48 hours ago, now you only saw them as obstacles to avoid, hazards, even the smell doesn’t fill your mouth with bile anymore.

The yowling call thundered in your ears, as you reached the hotel. Don’t turn around you tell yourself, but then the cry comes again, lower, mournful, almost seductive and you can’t stop yourself. It’s him, the King standing tall, proud, on the roof of the car you were hiding behind. He steps off the car, light on his feet and he hits the road, his near bird like staccato howls are soft as he approaches you, almost cooing, wooing, soothing.

You’re frozen again, under his enchantment, you barely register the screaming urges of your friends. You take a step towards him, shaking but drawn inexplicably to him. Something about his vocalisations grips your heart, calls to something deep within you, some baser instinct you didn’t know you had. His approach is cautious now, like he’s the one approaching a skittish beast who would flee at the first sign of danger.

Rough hands grab you around your waist and you are dragged away. You raise your arms, outstretched, yells of indignation come from you as you fight your saviour. “No,” you scream, “Put me down!”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He grunts into your ear as you enter the hotel. “Do you want to be one of them?” Yes, yes you do. You cry, tears streaming down your cheeks, your confusion frustrates you, the overwhelming stress of the last few days can no longer be contained. Misunderstanding your tears, your friend holds you, stroking your hair, “Shhh, you’re going to be ok. You’re…” he coughs, splutters, blood oozes from his mouth his throat rattles, trying to breathe as fluid fills his lungs. You feel him slide out of your arms, collapsing on the garish carpet of the hotel.

He replaces your friend. The King. His arms around yours, pinning them down and there’s no escape as he runs with you, deeper into the building, away from the noise of the streets, the hoards of mindless undead and from your dying friend.

You hear his breath, hard and even as he runs with you. His vice like limbs grip you tight, yet do not hurt, he holds you as a mother holds a child, firm but gentle, close to his chest, his pale sickly looking skin surprising warm against your cheek. You look at him, his dark hair unkept hanging in thin locks frame his face, his teeth, not quite human, not quite fangs are revealed in his bloody open lips. He looks at you and his yellow, animalistic eyes are soft as he slows his run to a walk, then finally a halt.

Putting you down, he immediately holds you again as you are unsteady on your feet, wavering under fatigue and shock. He leans you against the hallway wall, his body presses against you, holding you up. He nuzzles you, his nose presses into your skin, smelling you, caressing you with his nose, his murmuring growls and tittering voice reach your ears. You think he’s trying to calm you.

Then you feel him in a way so familiar, it repulses you. Angry, you want to fight, scream at him, accuse him. Why is even this creature like other men, carnal and lusty? You raise your lip in a snarl. “Get the fuck off me,” you growl at him, disgusted and disappointed.

As if he understands he pulls back, his head tilted as he seems confused by your change in demeanour. He sniffs the air, leans in to you again, his nose rubbing yours, you get the feeling he is trying to tell you something. He kneels before you, rests his head near the apex of your thighs, his face presses between your legs and you hear his muffled chatter as his nose nudges your sex.

Your reaction is instant, embarrassingly so, and you feel the wetness of your arousal leak from within you. A physical need rises in you as you try to close your legs, but the creature, wouldn’t be moved, his noisy chirrups vibrate through you and you shiver with pleasure.

Whimpering at his touch, you resign yourself, knowing you can’t fight him, knowing you don’t want to. Your limbs relax and you hear his triumphant growl rumble in his chest and echo through the hall. Slowly he stands, his head and face caressing you as he moves up your body, mapping you by touch and scent.

With a tenderness you didn’t think the creature was capable of, his face is in your neck again, his breath warm on your skin and gooseflesh breaks out over your arms. You feel him again, his desire pressing into your hip. This time it doesn’t repel you, instead you lean into it with wonder, anticipation, urgency. You want it, want the creature, want to be with him.

Not understanding why, you tilt you head back, moaning, a mumbled plea falling from your lips, “Please.” Your surrender seemed to be what he was waiting for and you feel his wet tongue on your skin. With a throaty caw and a fettered bite, his teeth penetrate your flesh. You thought it would hurt, that you would cry with pain, but it isn’t, you don’t. You mewl, against him, relief floods you, somehow you know that this is what you always needed, you needed him. As you feel your body change, or die, you don’t know or care which it is, your last human thought was…

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woos-lil-oreo · 3 years

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Bambi

Pairing: Jung Woo Young x Female! Reader

Word Count: approximately 3.5k words

Warnings: 1920s/Modern Day Speakeasy!AU, Jae-hee being a flirtatious hoebag (I swear @joongsprincess and I depict her as very loyal, she's just outspoken), alcohol consumption, Jae-hee has a mommy/noona kink, cursing/swearing, marking, slight oral fixation, slight power dynamics, Dom!Wooyoung, mentions of saliva, facefucking, deepthroat, slight cockwarming, UNPROTECTED SEX (please wrap your peenie weenies ✨)

Author's Note: Thank you to @woowommy , @yunhofingers , and @joongsprincess for bouncing ideas and helping me with this AU. LOVE YOU GUYS 💕💕💕💕 THIS FIC IS NSFW!!!! If you are uncomfy, please do not read! If I miss anything, please tell me. There is a definition for the term used for the AU. The smuggling will still be illegal, but it will be a modern day Speakeasy.😌 Don't be rude, leave an ask and say hi. Don't steal, drink your water and enjoy my dirty lil harlots 😉

The overview/synopsis for this AU is linked here!

Taglist: @joongsprincess @shusan @ceopjy @yunhofingers @woowommy

Intro and Masterlist ✨

Speakeasy: An illegal 1920s club that moves almost anything (drugs, alcohol, guns, etc.) through it during the Prohibition Era, where alcohol was illegal.

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Looking at yourself in the mirror, you donned a halter top made from an embossed velvet material with the outlines of the designs are created with a beautiful and decadent gold stitching along with a matching skater skirt.

The look is completed with a pair of chunky black platform heels that were decorated with black rhinestones. You honestly look amazing. Breasts sitting nice and high, legs looking longer than what they are. The skirt gives you a little boost of ass from the back, so you turn around and look back at it.

Jae-hee walks into your room and makes her presence, as usual. “Oh shit! Look at you, looking all fuckable, damn. Give me a little spin.” She says, hyping you up. “Baby, I do one better.”

You strut toward the other side of the room while spinning in between strides and stop. Your rock your hips from side to side a couple times and run your hands down your thighs to your knees, throwing back for a real one.

No, seriously! Jae-hee was hyping you up the whole time. Now she’s standing behind you while you twerked with a couple hundred one-dollar bills falling like snow in the room.

You both stand upright and laugh off your asses from the previous shenanigans and start to pick up a couple bills and give them to Jae-hee. “I’m going to finish getting dressed so my sexy can keep up with your sexy.” She says while running back to her room.

~45 minutes later~

You both are at the infamous speakeasy Twilight Noir. This place is notorious for its fantastic customer service, intricate yet intriguing drinks and cocktails, and last but certainly not least, the performances.

Everyone comes from far and wide to see the cabaret live with a classic Scotch on the Rocks, a fruity Sangria, or a simple Martini. As Jae-hee leads you to the entrance, you look around the hall. Pictures and promotional posters of the club’s headliner decorate the walls.

“Jung Woo Young Performing this Weekend!”

“Woo Young’s Back at it Again!”

“One Night ONLY! Jung Woo Young Performing Pick It Up feat. ATEEZ!!!”

Jae-hee planned this whole thing, her idea and her idea alone. Jae-hee wanted to “something nice” for you… Whenever she says things like that… she’s up to some bull shit that she also says “is beneficial for you.”

She bought your outfit tonight, even though you said you had it. She drove you here even though you can drive yourself and follow. She got a plan, and you never know how you always get caught up in these scenarios, but it’s not like you ever complain about it.

You two arrive at the entrance, and Jae-hee knocks three times on the metal door. A slot opens, revealing a pair of brown, intimidating eyes. “Do you listen to other groups?” He asks. Rude, much? A little hi, hello, how ya doing would have been nice…

Jae-hee responds back flirtatiously with “8 Makes 1 Team, baby.” The man at the door rolls his eyes, closes the slot door, and opens the door. “Always such a pleasure to see you, Hongjoong.” She laughs.

“When? When you’re trying to get in my pants or not?” Hongjoong replies with a smirk on his face. “Both, when I’m not already in your boss’s pants.” She slyly says and leaves, sending a kiss in his direction. Hongjoong laughs and returns back to his position at the door.

“Yeosang, oh how I missed you!!!” She screams out to hug the poor boy at the host’s booth. He’s beautiful with light brown wavy hair, dressed in a black shirt with a white polo collar, black jeans, and black platform dress shoes. “Hi Jae-hee, back so soon?” He says happily.

“Where would I be, if not here with you, waiting on a table?” She asks with a sensual tone. “In the back, over Jongho’s desk. Now, stop before he breaks my neck like one of his apples.” Yeosang retorts back while placing some menus he retrieved from other tables in the booth’s cubby hole.

“Are you gonna introduce me to your friend?” He asks. “Who do you think I am? Y/N, this is Yeosang, he’s the host here, and someone who managed to turn down the Jae-hee Charm™.” Jae-hee introduces.

You exchange your hand to Yeosang, and he shakes it with a firm grip on your hand. When he lets go, he loosens his grip and brings your hand to leave a light kiss on the back of your hand, causing you to blush.

He then leads you and Jae-hee to the designated table and moves his hand to the small of your back in a friendly manner to move you to your chair. You adjust yourself in the chair while Yeosang walks over to the bar to grab some water for you two.

He places small square napkins on the table and puts the glasses of water on top, returning back to his post for the next set of patrons.

As you wait on the server for your table, you start to take in the ambiance of the speakeasy. The lighting is soft from the candles in the center of the tables and the lamps on the wall.

The stage is easily the brightest thing in the room. The smell of the club is fantastic; it smells like sex. Not like sweat, balls and coochie, though. There’s just this aura that oozes sex appeal. An aphrodisiac… if you will.

Before you could analyze any more of the scenery, another male walks towards the table with fresh menus in hand. “Hello, my name is Seonghwa. And I’ll be your server tonight.” He smoothly says his greeting that has been perfected from the many guests he has taken care of.

“How about every night?” Jae-hee says, taking her menu while grazing her hand on Seonghwa’s. “Jae-hee, can you not be a whore every time you take me out?” You say jokingly. “Well, if I don’t… who will?” She retorts back. Touché. “What can I get for you two beauties?” Seonghwa asks, notepad ready and pen in hand, and what are you good at doing? Blushing.

You both place your orders, and he descends to the bar. When he returns with your appetizers and drinks, the lights dim to where your attention is brought to the stage.

The soft guitar chords from the beginning of “Bambi” by Baekhyun plays. A spotlight beams on Mr. Headliner himself appears on the stage. Wooyoung is sitting on a chair, dressed in a white button-down shirt, a black tie, a pair of black slacks, Converse sneakers, accented with a black suit coat and a black fedora. He starts with his hand is holding onto the brim, covering one of his eyes from view.

As he glides across the stage, his moves were so smooth yet precise as he hit every beat. The fluidity and ease he possesses is unmatched in almost everything you have seen. He began to do his signature of walking through the stage, interacting with the crowd.

Little do you know, or should I say, because Jae-hee planned this, something’s up. She is flailing her arms around, poking at you in the background, like someone giving you a pair of bunny ears as a photobomb.

Wooyoung goes to walk in your direction, and based on the rest of the interactions he had, he’s coming over to flirt and tease with his newest victim. He spins and does a two-step shuffle towards you and turns your chair.

You look down to avoid eye contact, but Wooyoung takes his hand and lifts up your head to look at him. He takes off his hat and covers the side of your face to hide the upcoming actions from the crowd.

I guess he has a freestyle piece in his choreography because he was over here for a long time. He moved his head to your ear, bit the lobe, and kissed your cheek, all while rubbing your upper thigh on your skirt. He moved away from you, whose cheeks were warm and eyes were glazed.

He winked at you and moved back to the stage to finish the most climactic piece of the dance. He was awarded a round of applause and standing ovations. He bowed in the middle of the stage and clapped a few times to the audience.

He receives a microphone from Mingi. Jae-hee said that he handles everything on that stage, all from the tap of his boards backstage. Lighting, pyrotechnics, music, everything. Anything stage-related, he’s your man.

“Thank you so much for coming tonight! I had so much fun performing Bambi, and I hope you all enjoyed the experience of it as well. Enjoy the rest of your night.” Wooyoung says and comes down toward the floor and thanks to the people he involved in the performance personally while people start to clear out of the … except for you.

“Jae-hee, I think I have been forgotten.” You turned to Jae-hee, who is downing her fourth or fifth shot of tequila. “Nope. There’s a -” Jae-hee holds her chest as if she had to burp. “There’s a plan.” She says with a bit of a slur.

You prepared to ask what she meant, as if on cue, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around to see Wooyoung and another young man behind him. Jae-hee, who is now completely drunk off her ass in a now-empty speakeasy, proceeds to scream out, “Hi Jongho! I miss you, baby!” She stands up out of her chair, knocking it over, and walks over to Jongho.

“Come give your noona some sugar.” She throws herself on Jongho, who catches her because she completely missed her target.

“Hi, baby.” Jongho says, moves her on his other arm, then turns to you and extends his hand. “Hi, I’m Jongho, one of the owners and this drunk lady’s boyfriend.” He says to you.

“Surprise, BITCH!!!” Jae-hee loudly yells. “See, babe? Secret told you I could hold.” She says while poking him in his chest. Wooyoung is watching the whole interaction, trying to not burst out laughter and roll on the floor.

Jae-hee never told you she had a boyfriend, but you are totally happy for her. Before his hand falls off, you shake his hand and wish him luck. “Thanks. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll go and sober her up.” Because she would tip over if she even attempted to stand, Jongho grabbed her thighs and lifted her up as if she was a baby, and take her to the back.

“YES, PLEASE!!! Sober Mama up! Come on… take Jae-hee’s Cookies, I won’t tell!” Jae-hee yells, hands completely in the air and legs wrapped around Jongho’s torso. You hear “TAKE THESE COOKIES!!!” progressively get softer and a loud smack. “Ow! You can go harder than that! Punish your mama, baby!” Jae-hee screams out. You and Wooyoung burst out laughing as they go down the hall.

“So, did you enjoy the show?” Wooyoung says, stepping closer to you. You look down, feeling your cheeks warm up, and look back up at him to say, “Yeah, I did. You had some nice moves up there.”

“Oh really,” he replies back. “I think you could do a better job, though.” You cockily respond. “Oh? Well, why don’t you hop on stage and show you could be the next headliner of Twilight Noir?” He dares. “How bout I do?” You walk up to the front of the stage, grabbing a chair on your way up.

He plays some music on his phone. Something sensual with a little bit of a trap beat. You start to feel out the beat, and you see him pull up another chair and sit down with his legs spread open.

You stumble a little before the routine even started due to the mental image your body took of your front view, but you quickly recover and start. As you continue the freestyle around the chair, you move gracefully yet sexily on and off the chair. Wooyoung could feel a noticeable tent form in his dress slacks, but he didn’t dare move. You finished by straddling the chair and spinning your head around to dangle your hair as a curtain and look back at him.

Wooyoung stands up and applauds while walking up to you. “That was great, but there are only two things: you were a little messy, and if you look down, you’ll see the other one.” You squint your eyes in question, and you look down to see Wooyoung having a hard-on from Hell. That happened in a matter of minutes???

“What do you want me to do about that?” You say to him. He gazes into your eyes, a smile slowly dropping from his face. You do the same to him and can see that his pupils are blown. You break eye contact to look at his lips and look back at him.

He leans in and kisses you softly. You reciprocate the action and run your hands through his blonde and black hair. One hand moves to your waist, and the other moves behind your thigh and lifts your leg to his waist, dragging the heel up the back of his leg.

At this point, you two can feel the junction of his tent and your core. You are now standing on one leg, and the other is wrapped around Wooyoung’s waist, arms wrapped around his neck with one hand on his shoulder blade and the other grabbing at the roots of his hair.

Wooyoung pulls back to look at your eyes, touching your forehead with his own. You both are breathing hard, exhales entangling with each other, as you are taking in the position y’all are in. You can feel the hard member poking at your cunt, waiting to be released from its confines.

“I don’t want Yunho to come in here and have my ass for screwing on his stage. Can we take this backstage?” He asks, kneading your ass. You are still slightly heaving, but you manage to shake your head yes. “Yeah?” Wooyoung confirms as he grabs the back of your other thigh, causing you to straddle his waist and him to carry you to wherever he chooses.

As he tries to look ahead behind your head, you begin to kiss down his neck, leaving little love bites and an accidental hickey on his collarbone. The suction from the hickey also made Wooyoung drop you in surprise. After all of your beautiful torment for the duration of the journey to his dressing room, you are finally there, and he sits down, with you on top.

“So, you said that I was messy?” You ask, standing up to kneel in between his legs. “Just a little bit,” he says, pinching his fingers for emphasis. “Really? Any pointers on cleaning that?” You say, unzipping his fly and pulling out his penis.

“Well- Ahhhh fuck…” he drawls out as you take the tip in your mouth. You can taste the sweet and tangy pre-cum moving on the back of your tongue as you apply suction. Wooyoung closes his eyes, trying hard not to grip your hair and just push you down; he just wants to let you do what you do.

You stop sucking and proceed to lick the underside from the base on up, making Wooyoung shiver and open his eyes. You replace your mouth with your hand and manually jerk him off while looking at him. “What are you doing?” His glazed eyes are now on your hand, which is working his length, and his fist at his side. “Being messy.” You say with an evil glint.

Wooyoung was already a ticking time bomb from the little show you put on earlier. It was absolutely immaculate, with no mistakes or slips, for that matter. He only said that your moves were messy to mess with you. What person that can do more than a two-step likes to hear they have sloppy moves??? I’ll wait… Exactly.

Wooyoung grabs your cheeks and brings his face down to you. “You think you’re slick, buttercup?” He loosens his harsh grip to move his thumb across your lower lip and in your mouth. You immediately start to suck his thumb to the point where saliva falls out of your mouth and down your chin.

“Pumpkin, don’t make a mess of my hand. Put that pretty mouth of yours to better use.” He wipes your chin and brings your head back to his still-hard member.

You take ahold of his dick with your hand to steady it when you hear, “Ah-ah, no hands, baby.” You open your mouth and slide it in, bobbing your head up and down while rubbing your tongue around the tip. You keep at this for a minute, and Wooyoung getting tired of the anticipation slowly building and idling due to the constant pace you have.

“Hold on, babe.” Wooyoung grabs the sides of your head and forces your head down your throat. You grab Wooyoung’s thick thighs as leverage as your gag reflex tries to activate. Your spittle and drool down his shaft until his grip gives. You lift off his penis, gasping for air and chest heaving. “Are you okay? I Didn’t mean to go that far.” Wooyoung asks in concern. “I’m good. Can we- can we do that again?” You ask when your breathing normalizes.

“You ready?”

You open your mouth in preparation. Wooyoung moves your head for you, setting a much faster pace than the previous. You relax your throat, allowing his cock to ease in and out. Thank goodness his pants are black because you would see all of the dark marks of spit trails and bubbles on his pants.

Wooyoung speeds up, hips thrusting into your mouth to reach his high. You help him out by sticking your tongue out to flick the tip on his scrotum and humming.

This exponentially puts him over the edge, his cum painting your throat white. He holds your head to finish letting his ejaculate trickle down your throat. Wooyoung lets go of your head, allowing you to swallow his milky release.

You pull down your black panties and throw them on the other side of the room on his table to straddle him. You bend your hand down to guide his softening boner inside your dripping cunt, causing him to whimper from sensitivity.

You sit there to give him time to adjust to your wet core. Once Wooyoung’s head stops spinning from pleasure, he harshly bottoms you out. You moan out from the delicious intrusion.

Since he knew that you have not cum yet, he rams into you at a very intense speed that has your eyes rolling in the back of your head. He’s reaching so many points your vibrator could never, and it’s making your head foggy.

You grab Wooyoung’s shoulders to steady yourself from the harsh pace he’s taking. Your orgasm is coming, and she’s coming fast. Your breath speeds up, and your grip on his shoulders tightens as if to ground yourself.

Wooyoung pushes you over the edge by pressing on your clit and leaving a hickey on the junction between the neck and collarbone. Your orgasm hits you as a blind heat, your vision turning white. You are seeing tastes and tasting colors, and overall, you feel like you are on a cloud.

When you manage to recuperate yourself, Wooyoung lifts you off his lap for you to stand in between his legs. He stands up, holding your upper arms, and leans in to kiss you. You can taste the lust and appreciation in this kiss, and it makes you want some more.

“Hey hey, we gotta get back so Jae-hee can take you home,” Wooyoung says while forcing himself away from you before he bends you over his knee. “But Jae-hee’s drunk,” you remind him as you walk back to the stage. “I think she’s pretty sober.” He says and nods his head to the hall across the room.

Jae-hee is holding one heel in hand, limping from one foot being at a higher elevation on one side, and is fixing her hair that is in her mouth. She then sits down to put her other heel back on and stands back up to adjust her skirt.

Jongho stands behind her, put together and hands in his slack pocket, with a smirk on his face. “Babes, are you ready?” Jae-hee says to you. “Yeah, I had a lot of fun.” You say and wink at Wooyoung in the process. He flushes on the tips of his ears. You both ascend to your car, making sure that Jae-hee is not still under the influence.

Wooyoung returns to the dressing room and sees that you left something that was probably of value – your black lace underwear with a gold charm dangling from a little white bow on the front. He chuckles and tucks them in his slacks, grabs his bag, and turns off the lights to leave Twilight Noir.

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The Demon King's Favorite Holiday Part 2

Pairing: Bálor X Reader Overall Summary: It's Thanksgiving—the start of your favorite time of year. Now a successful author, you love to pay it forward and give back in thanks for all the possessions and blessings you've accumulated over recent years. You know what it is to be poor and hungry, so on Thanksgiving day when you come across a homeless man you do everything in your power to help him.

However he's not exactly what he led you to believe he is. He's more. Much more. In truth, he has everything he could ever desire. With the exception of one thing... Love.

You.

Part 1 Summary: You reflect back on last year's chaotic Thanksgiving holiday as you prepare meals for the homeless.

Part 2 Summary: Your world crashed down around you when Bálor left you behind. When he returns for you, will you be able to forgive him? Or will a certain one-winged angel manage to woo you? And is that one-winged angel truly in love with you? Or are you nothing more than a pawn in his game of revenge?

Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE, ROH, or NJPW. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Story Content & Trigger Warnings: Some violence, some fluff and some angst. Also mind and body manipulation.

The Demon King's Favorite Holiday

Part 2

The duffle bag slung over your shoulder had grown much lighter over the past couple of hours. You glanced inside and saw you were down to your last three sandwiches, chips, and waters—besides the .38 special revolver tucked away in the bag as well.

You'd gotten the gun immediately after your attack last Thanksgiving. Well, you'd bought the gun. There was of course the background check and all the necessary paperwork you had to wait through first. But it was worth it. You felt much safer now, having it for protection.

You hurried along the street and quickly spotted a group of three homeless women huddled together around a bonfire, trying to keep warm. As you hurried over to them, you came to realize that they were apparently a small family. There was an elderly woman—who must've been the grandmother, a woman that was maybe in her late thirties and pregnant, and the third female was actually a young girl who was the spitting image of the pregnant woman in the small group.

My God, you thought. She can't be more than nine, and living on the street!

"Excuse me," you said softly, not wanting to frighten them. You offered them a soft smile. "I'd like to wish you a Happy Thanksgiving, and provide you a meal if that's okay?"

The small group of females nodded eagerly and thanked you over and over as you handed over the last of the food. You noticed then that the girl was without a coat. Immediately, you laid your bag down and shrugged out of your own coat. "Here, sweetheart," you said softly, draping the thick leather over her back as she dug into her sandwich. "This might be a little bit big on you, but it will help keep you warm."

"I tried to give her mine, but she wouldn't hear of it," the pregnant woman said instantly, flushing with embarrassment.

"You're pregnant, Mommy," the girl admonished. "And Gram is sick." The girl looked up at you with sad, hopeless brown eyes. "They've both tried to make me take their coats, but I can't take them. They need them worse than I do."

You fought the sting of tears as you stroked your hand over her blonde hair. "Well, now you each have a coat. So you don't have to worry about sharing. What's your name, honey?"

"Ana," she said softly, biting into the sandwich again.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful little girl," you smiled softly. "My name is Y/N. And I'd like to help you all a little more, if that's okay." You pulled out a flyer to a homeless shelter across town. "This is a fairly new women's shelter that a friend of mine runs. Her name is Rebecca. The shelter is not known of by many people right now because it's so new. Rebecca will help you and get you whatever you need to help get you on your feet again. I know it's way across town, so I also want to give you the money for a cab to get there." You paused for a moment, wishing you could just wave a magic wand and fix these people's lives for them. You swallowed hard and dug into your wallet for some cash.

"I don't think we can accept-" The mother started, but you softly cut her off.

"Please, let me," you said, and before you realized it, a tear fell down your cheek. That was happening a lot lately. "I wish I could help everyone. But it's impossible—there's so many. In this city alone, let alone the whole world. I can't help everyone. But I can help you. Please, let me. For your mother. For your daughter and unborn child. Please, accept it."

The woman's lip trembled as she nodded. "How can I ever thank you—repay you?"

You smiled through your tears and shook your head, "Accepting my help is thanks enough, believe me. And I don't want it repaid. That would make it meaningless." Not giving her a chance to change her mind, you turned and flagged a cab to drive them to a shelter. "Be sure and tell Rebecca that Y/N sent you. And if she needs me to verify it, have her call me, okay?" They nodded, and eagerly climbed into the taxi.

Seconds later, the small family was huddled in the cab as it drove away and you took some deep breaths to fight off the tears that threatened to pour from your eyes.

"Ma'am, could I trouble you for a couple of dollars?"

Not realizing anyone else was nearby, you spun around to face a man with shaggy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. His clothing was a little worse for wear, but appeared to be relatively clean. You stared at him a moment, taken aback at the intensity of his gaze as he stared into your eyes. There was a tenderness there that you didn't understand.

I've just met him. Why is he looking at me like that?

"Ma'am?"

You shook your head briefly, clearing your mind. "I'm... I'm s-sorry?"

"Could you spare a couple of bucks? The McDonald's down the street is having a sale on Big Macs."

"S-sure," you stammered, digging into your purse. "I-" You halted a moment as you clearly heard a male voice in your head.

"Help him," it whispered.

You shivered at the familiar sound in the voice. It sounded like- No. No, Y/N. You're not going there. Forget it.

"Help him, Y/N... He needs you..."

The request was firmer this time, almost desperate. And for some odd reason, you weren't frightened. All day long, you'd had fear in the back of your mind—despite your revolver. You'd opted to hand out the food in broad open daylight instead of the evening hours. You'd looked over your shoulder multiple times, and you'd also made it a point to stay away from the neighborhood you were attacked at the prior year. Just because you had a gun didn't make you invincible. You still had to use common sense.

Now, however, you just felt calm. Protected.

"You know what," you told the man with a slight smile. "I actually just gave away the last of my cash." The man's face nearly fell but lit back up when you replied, "I have a better idea. Let me put you up in a hotel room for a few nights. I can't bear the thought of someone spending Thanksgiving night out on the street with no food or anything."

"I-I d-don't know... what to say ma'am," the man spluttered, obviously taken aback.

You smiled again. "You don't have to say anything. You just have to follow me to a cab. I'll take care of the rest."

"You're an angel," he said softly, following you to the street where you began hailing for a cab.

"Oh, no, I'm not," you said, feeling your face flush. "I'm just a human being who enjoys helping other people."

Over the next hour, you had gotten the man—who'd finally introduced himself as "Steven"—settled into a superior king room at the Pearl hotel through the second of January—so he could have a temporary home for the holidays. It took a talk with the hotel's manager, and the handing over of your credit card information along with signing a form that stated you'd be held responsible for any damage to the room, as well as any lost or stolen items. But nonetheless, Steven had a room and was safe and warm for the rest of the year's holidays. You smiled as you exited the hotel and flagged another cab. You'd promised him you'd be by the next day to check on him, so you made a mental note to stop by a store beforehand and pick him up some clothes and a few other items he might need.

Once you were inside your home, went to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. It had become your go-to drink ever since your sleep began dwindling. It was the only thing that'd kept you awake through each day.

Your cell phone rang and you pulled it out of your jeans pocket, groaning when you looked at the screen.

It was your agent—David.

Kenny must've told him about me calling off the date, you thought, tempted to ignore the call. But you knew he'd only keep calling if you did. So, defeated, you tapped the screen to answer.

"Hello?"

"So, you chickened out of the date, huh," David asked in way of greeting. "What is wrong with you, Y/N," he demanded. "You've changed since last Thanksgiving, and you won't even tell me what happened."

"Because I can't explain it," you said softly. "There's not a rational explanation for any of it."

"Rational explanation for what?"

You remained silent. Literally nothing came to your mind to tell him.

"You'd feel better if you talked about it."

"No, I wouldn't!" The shout tore from your lips, before you could even think of stopping it. A sob burst from you next. "I would NOT feel better! You have no clue what I'm going through, and I have no clue how to tell you about it! There's nothing left to say about it! So just freaking drop it, David, and leave me alone!"

With that you ended the call and literally hurled the phone with all your might. It hit the wall hard and clattered to the floor. Frustrated that the phone didn't shatter, or even break off so much as one little piece of plastic, you slid down the wall behind you and collapsed onto your bottom. Sobs ripped out of you as you covered your face with your hands.

"Why did he take my heart with him," you cried to yourself. He left me nothing, and now I'm this pathetic, crying, emotionally feeble mess! You wiped at your eyes as the endless tears continued to roll down your face. He had no right to do this to me!

Shakily, you rose to your feet and made your way to the guest bathroom on the main floor, still fighting off tears. You turned on the cold water at your lavatory and splashed your face with cool water, hoping to diminish the puffiness around your eyes. The doorbell rang while you were patting your face dry with a towel, and you groaned, not in the mood for company. All you wanted to do was spend the rest of the holiday in bed.

You left the bathroom and walked down the hall to the foyer, reluctantly approaching the front door. Upon opening it, you found a tall man standing on your porch—a tall man with a handsome, yet angelic face. The roots of his dark hair faded down into dirty blond curls that framed his face. His sapphire blue eyes lit up when he saw you, and then quickly darkened with concern when he took in your face.

"K-Kenny," you said softly. You flushed a bit, realizing he probably wondered how you recognized him. "David... He showed me your picture."

He nodded with a small smile, "Same here. Are you okay?"

You nodded in reply, and moved aside so he could enter. He stepped into the foyer with you and sat a picnic basket on the nearby table, then handed you a bouquet of red roses while he removed his coat, revealing a white button-down dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He promptly hung the coat on the coat tree.

"Thank you for the roses, Kenny. That's very sweet of you."

"You're welcome," he said softly. He closed the door, then picked up the basket and followed you to the kitchen as you hunted up a vase, then filled it with water.

"So..." you started, arranging the flowers in the vase. "What-"

"What brings me here," he asked for you with a chuckle as he set the picnic basket on the island.

"Well, yeah," you said softly. "I'm sorry, I'm just not really going to be good company." And you apparently have plans to stay a little while. "I'm kind of going through something rough..."

"Well, I'm sure being sick over the holidays isn't easy," he said softly, leaning against the island, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

You sighed, feeling guilty about your lie. "Kenny... I'm not really sick. I mean, I am, but... I'm not a contagious kind of sick. Something has been... torturing me. For a long time. And it's finally taking its toll. I'm just... exhausted."

He nodded, his penetrating gaze scanning your face. "I thought it might be something like that." He motioned to the basket of food and smiled softly. "Hence, the comfort food. I brought some amazing chicken noodle soup from a little cafe I frequent. It is guaranteed to make you feel better," he joked, and seemed pleased when you smiled. "I also brought their made-from-scratch dinner rolls, and a couple of large slabs of their practically famous pumpkin pie."

"It sounds wonderful. However, I don't know if I can hold all of that," you chuckled. "I'm not a very big eater."

"That's okay," Kenny said, turning to your cabinets and digging out some soup bowls and plates.

"So, where-" You went silent as you watched him expertly navigate through your kitchen, getting the things he needed to set up your meal.

"'Where', what?" He glanced up at you as he began ladling soup into your bowls.

Your forehead creased in apprehension. "How did you know where to find everything in my kitchen?"

If your question caught him by surprise, he certainly didn't show it as he plated up the dinner rolls.

"Cooking is my favorite pastime, besides writing. Finding my way through a kitchen just sort of comes naturally," he chuckled.

"You like to cook," you asked. "So are you the "little cafe" you mentioned," you asked, motioning to the food he was preparing.

"Guilty as charged," he said, giving you a slightly bashful grin. "You ready to eat?"

"Absolutely," you said, returning his smile. "The dining table is this way." You led him to the dining room and you both sat your bowls and plates with the soup, bread and pie on the table. Seconds later, you were both seated and eating the soup as you got to know each other better. Or rather, Kenny got to know you better. It seemed as though any time you asked him a question about himself, he somehow deflected the question back to you.

Soon, you'd finished your bowl of soup and one of the rolls. "Oh, my gosh! This is all so delicious, I'm absolutely stuffed. But I have to at least try this pumpkin pie!" You forked up a bite and chewed the creamy, spicy bite of pie. "Wow, Kenny. You're a really good cook! Have you ever thought about going into catering?"

He shook his head as he wiped his mouth with a napkin and pushed his desert plate aside. "No. Not really. Cooking is just something I enjoy doing to unwind. I'd have to choose between writing and cooking. And well, writing would win every time."

"Why don't we go into the den? We could sit on the sofa and chat a little more comfortably," you suggested.

"Sounds good," Kenny replied, standing up as you also rose to your feet.

Your head felt fuzzy as you stood and you held on to the edge of the table for a moment, waiting for the feeling to go away.

"You okay," he asked, taking hold of your elbow.

You nodded, "Yeah. Just felt like I had a case of medicine head there for a second," you forced a chuckle and headed for the hallway. "I've not been sleeping well for a long time. I think it's just catching up with me."

He nodded as you both entered the den and sat down on the large sofa. "Probably so," he said, watching you yawn. "Maybe I should go and let you get some rest. We could try this again sometime after the holidays."

You nodded sleepily, but also felt the need to clear something up. "That would be fine, but... Kenny, I really need to tell you something."

"Sure," he said, leaning back into the sofa and eyeing you. "What is it?"

"I'm not trying to seem egotistical by assuming that this..." you motioned to yourself and him, "will go anywhere. But I have to make sure you understand. I don't intend for it to go anywhere. I hope a mere friendship is okay with you."

He nodded, a flash of disappointment crossing his face. "Why don't you intend there to be more? If you don't mind my asking."

You swallowed hard, and managed to stifle another yawn. "I'm in love with someone." Your eyes were growing a little heavy, but you still watched him cautiously as he leaned toward you and played with a tendril of your hair then smoothly shifted his hand to your cheek.

"Where is he?"

You closed your eyes for a moment. Kenny's finger brushing over your cheekbone and then trailing over your bottom lip was beginning to lull you. "Hmmm," you hummed slightly in response. "What?"

"Where is he," he asked again. "Why isn't he with you?"

The truth rendered you speechless for a moment and then you opened your eyes to look at Kenny. "I never said he loves me in return. Because... He doesn't." You felt a pang in your chest and your hand shot up to rub the pain away. But it only grew worse. It graduated into a full-on burn.

"Well, he's an idiot," Kenny went on, seemingly unaware of your discomfort. "I'd treat you so much better, Y/N."

The fire in your chest rushed into your stomach, and as you stood to your feet in a hurry, it shot into your lower half as well as your legs. A cry passed your lips and you sank to your knees on the floor, sobbing in agony.

Kenny's whisper was next to your ear when he spoke next. "You need to help me, Y/N. Bálor has to pay for what he did to me."

"What're... you talking about," you asked, curling your body; desperate to stop the torment. How does he know about Bálor?

"This is for the best. You'd be miserable with him anyway."

Even through the intense fire roaring through your body, you were able to realize that he must've drugged you with something. You groaned as the pain made its way to your arms and head. Not an inch of your body was free of torture.

A glass touched your lips then. "Here. Drink this. It'll help the process along."

You shifted your head aside, "What...is...that? K-Kenny? What...are you...doing?" Your questions came out in pants as your head throbbed and pulsed.

"Drink it, Y/N, or I'll be forced to inject you with it."

Your arm burned as you lifted it and then defiantly batted the glass away from your face. You were faintly aware of the sound of glass shattering, and Kenny's disappointed sigh.

"I didn't want to do it this way, sweetheart."

In the next instant, he ripped your blouse at the collar, sending a couple of its buttons flying. You gasped and tried to struggle but the pain in your head was debilitating. Then your arms were pinned above your head to stop your feeble attempt at fighting him. You watched in helpless horror as Kenny raised a large syringe over his head, as if it were a large knife, and aimed it at your chest. The needle looked huge, and the idea of it sticking you, anywhere, terrified you.

"N-No... Kenny... P-please..."

"I have to erase the bonding, Y/N," he said softly, an apologetic look on his face. "It's the only way I can avenge what he took from me. This potion will make you forget him—he'll lose you. And losing his mate will..." Kenny smirked slightly. "Well, he'll long for death."

"Y-you're wrong..." you cried softly. You were amazed you could still make a coherent sentence. "He forgot about me... He won't care..."

"We'll see," Kenny said, and then jammed the needle into your chest, instantly pumping its contents directly into your heart. You screamed from the pain, sure that the puncture to your heart was going to kill you.

You were aware of Kenny's soft voice muttering "I'm sorry" as a renewed fire burned in your chest and began another trip through your entire body. Another scream of agony ripped from your mouth as you burned from the inside out.

"Oh, God... Kenny... Please..." you cried as your body twisted and curled, trying to find relief from the pain he'd forced on you. "I-I can't... P-please, make... it stop..." Yet another scream burst forth as he gathered you up in his arms.

"I'm sorry. I can't," he said, carrying you toward the stairs. "It has to run its course."

"It's killing me." Your sobs and gasps ran together until you began hyperventilating, and still nothing relieved the torture. Your brain fogged over quickly then. Nothing made sense to you.

Why is Kenny carrying me?

"What's... happening..." you asked suddenly, as he laid you down on your bed. "Am I sick?"

"Yes, sweetheart. You passed out for a few minutes," he told you, avoiding your eyes. "You just need some sleep. You'll be fine."

"It's so hot..." you told him, weakly fanning at your face.

Puzzled, you watched as Kenny placed his hands at your temples. An image came into your mind. One of a man—a tall man with dark hair and the brightest blue eyes. A beard, and mustache. You heard Kenny's voice mumbling in a language you didn't understand. And as your eyes grew heavy, the dark-haired man's image became clearer. Panic seized you. You wanted him out of your head; away from you completely.

"If you see this man, RUN. He's dangerous to you." Kenny's voice whispered within your head. "He means to kill you. Don't give him a chance to speak, because he'll bewitch you. And then it will be too late. Just get away from him."

"Get away," you whispered, growing drowsier. Your vision was dimming. "I'll run away."

"That's good, sweetheart," Kenny murmured. "You'll be fine."

Your eyes closed completely then, and your world faded to black.

When you awoke, you were still burning up, and still hurting a little bit as well. You couldn't remember what had transpired to make you feel so terrible and drained. You didn't even remember getting into bed the night before. As you sat up on the edge of the bed, you looked down at yourself and noticed you were still in your clothes from the day before.

"Ugh, what happened to me," you groaned softly, touching your forehead. Your eyes fell on a note placed on your night table. Picking it up, you read:

You seemed exhausted last night. I put you to bed and let myself out. Hope you are doing better today. Take care of yourself, sweetheart.

~Kenny

Smiling at his thoughtfulness, you rose from the bed gingerly, testing your balance. Your vision swam a little bit, but seemed to stabilize as you carefully made your way to the bathroom. I have to go check in with Steven at the hotel, you thought. It doesn't matter how rotten I feel, I need to know he's doing okay.

After trying to cool yourself down with a slightly-chilly shower, and blow-drying your hair, you felt a little better. Your dizziness had dissipated for the most part, but some of your pain and the heat remained. After dressing in a long, feminine but comfortable skirt, as well as a blouse, you pulled on some knee-high boots and a spare coat you owned—even though you didn't feel like you needed it. However, you knew it would look odd to people outside if you were sans a coat. You grabbed your purse and tucked your gun into your coat pocket, then went out the door to catch a cab to Target.

Thanks to the remnants of the Black Friday sale it took you over two hours to buy Steven just a few sets of clothes and underwear as well as some pajamas and toiletries so he'd be more comfortable. Then you hailed another cab and headed to the Pearl hotel.

After a short ride, the cab driver pulled in front of the hotel's entrance and you gathered your shopping bags before climbing out of the taxi. The air was becoming more crisp and frigid as the day wore on. Yet it didn't bother you in the least. Eager to get your errand completed, you hurried through the hotel's modern glass doors, walking straight for the bank of elevators in the lobby. Once you were in the lift, you closed your eyes and leaned your head back on the wall behind you, already exhausted from your shopping trip.

I just want to get my visit done so I can go home and get some more rest. I really am starting to feel ill.

The elevator dinged, indicating you'd reached your chosen floor. Once the doors opened, you stepped off into the hallway and made your way to Steven's room. Promptly you knocked and awaited his answer.

The door opened and you were greeted by the sight of a shirtless Steven scrubbing at his head with a towel. You couldn't help but gawk a little at his muscled frame and the way his plaid pajama bottoms hung low on his sculpted hips. Luckily, the towel Steven was drying off with obscured his face so he didn't see you staring.

Funny... He doesn't look all that thin, you thought. How does he maintain his weight and muscle if he's not eating regularly?

"Sorry," he chuckled, his voice muffled from underneath his towel. "Just got out of the shower." He moved away from the door and allowed you to enter, towel still hiding his face. "I'll be right back," he told you, heading back for the bathroom. "Make yourself comfortable."

"Thank you," you said softly, admiring the view of his back muscles rippling as he still dried his hair and reentered the bathroom. There's something familiar about him, you thought. But I can't put my finger on how or why. You turned to the desk the room provided and sat the shopping bags on it. You quickly removed your coat and draped it over the desk chair.

I need to see a doctor. It's not normal to feel so hot.

The bathroom door opened as you were laying out Steven's clothes in piles of folded fabric. "I bought a few clothes and toiletries for you," you started, turning around to face him. "I thought you might need-" Your words halted as your gaze focused on the shirtless man in the room with you.

The man who most definitely was not Steven.

This man was much more handsome—devastatingly so in fact, what with his bright blue eyes and well-groomed beard. But he sent a chill of terror racing down your spine despite his physical attributes. His smile was gorgeous, but you didn't care. You just wanted out of the room and away from him.

Too bad you were frozen in place.

"Hello, m' love," he said softly, his tone rich and thick with an Irish accent. His arms shifted, about to open, for whatever reason, you had no idea.

Something stirred in you. A memory. This very man, in a black suit, holding you in his arms, whispering softly to you—touching you gently. Obviously not harming you.

NO! He's just getting into my head! I have to get out of here!

Confusion crossed his face as you stepped back away from him. You instantly took advantage of his bewildered state, and darted for the door.

It was as if he could read your mind. He was barring access to the door a split second after you dove for it. "No." You cried softly as you halted and whirled around glancing around the room for another means of escape. Before you could come up with a plan, however, he grabbed you from behind, pinning your arms to your sides with only one arm, and then placed his hand over your mouth as you attempted to scream.

You shot your elbows back into his ribs the best you could and to your instant relief, he released you. You had the distinct feeling that he'd let you go not because you'd hurt him, but because he sensed you were about to have a meltdown. But that's crazy, you thought as you ran for your coat and grabbed up your gun. He's going to try and kill me! Why would he care if I was going to have some sort of fit? You spun around then, pointing the revolver at his head.

"Y/N... Agra..." His voice was soft, tranquil as he slowly raised his hands in a calming gesture. His empty palms faced you. "Put d'a gun down, honey. I'd never hurt ya. It's me—Bálor."

Suddenly, your head exploded. Various scenes and voices and words blasted through your mind, almost simultaneously.

You were in the cold, darkness of night—a frightening woman chasing you.

"Why Bálor wants you—a mere mortal li'l human... I'll never know..."

"Are ya alright, lass?"

"I'm in a wee bit of a hurry seein' as Bálor is close by."

A stab to your chest. Blood. So much blood... You felt the sensation of teeth breaking your skin, your body weakening as the blood left you.

"SCAOIL MO BANRÍON!"

"Are ya all right, agra?"

You recalled falling. Arms caught you and lowered you gently to the ground. You looked up and saw Bálor; his frantic need to treat your wounds. His soft voice whispering words in Irish, as well as English.

"Why didn't ya stay wit' me? I would've never allowed her t' touch ya..."

"I'm Bálor..."

BálorBálorBálorBálorBálorBálorBálorBálorBálor

Suddenly, you were lying in a bed—the Irishman tenderly cleaning blood from your body.

Then sadness. Despair. Loneliness. For a long time.

And Kenny.

A syringe. A huge needle being shoved into your chest. Pain melded into more pain. You felt it all over again—the fire burning in your head.

Finally the memories and overlapping voices stopped, but unfortunately the pain didn't. You slowly came back to yourself and realized you were lying on the floor. Strong arms were around you, holding you securely. Your gun had disappeared. A hand cradled your head while a thumb stroked over your cheekbone.

"Please... K-Kenny," you whispered, hoping—wishing somehow he'd hear you and grant your request. "Make the pain... M-make it stop..."

"'Kenny'?" Bálor gently took hold of your chin and made you meet his darkening gaze. "What did Kenny Omega do t' ya, Y/N?" His hand shifted to caress your cheek. You grimaced at the scorching fire that shot through your entire body yet seemed mostly concentrated in your head. "Ye're burnin' up, love," you heard him murmur; a touch of worry in his tone. "What'd he do t' ya?"

It took a moment for you to gain the strength to speak. But when you did, you didn't even recognize any intelligible words that passed your lips. Pressure built in your head suddenly and sent another surge of pain burning behind your eyes. You cried out weakly and then fought to breathe through the pain.

"He erased d'a bondin'," Bálor snarled suddenly. "He's dead," he growled. "I'll vaporize d'a one-winged freak!"

"Was no bond," you whispered. Your head grew too heavy to hold up and you let it fall back against the carpet. "Lied to me... You never came back..." Your body shuddered as a sob burst from you and your gaze met his. Your eyes burned with tears and much to your chagrin, one spilled down your cheek. "You've...destroyed me..."

Everything around you blurred slightly as Bálor wordlessly lifted you into his arms.

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Bálor watched for her reaction when he came out of the bathroom, a big grin plastered across his gorgeous face.

I can't wait t' see 'er face when I tell 'er d'at it's time for us t' be together, finally.

"I bought a few clothes and toiletries for you," she said as she turned around. "I thought you might need-"

Her eyes fell on him and she froze.

"Hello, m' love," he said softly, about to open his arms to her, but he stopped when she remained where she was. A flicker of recognition crossed her face and he thought for an instant, that she'd just been momentarily startled at seeing him after a whole year. His relief was short-lived however. She backed away from him, terror in her eyes. He watched her in baffled silence, right before she hurled herself toward the door. In the blink of an eye, Bálor stood in front of it, blocking the only safe exit from the room.

Y/N stopped in her tracks and a soft uttered "no" passed her lips before she spun around, hurriedly searching for another way to her freedom. Moving forward at an alarming rate of speed, Bálor seized her from behind, clutching her tightly against him and covering her mouth with his hand to silence her.

He could feel her panic; the way her body tensed and then began trying to strike out at him with her elbows. He released her. He couldn't bear her being any more frightened of him than she already was. Wearily, he watched as she ran to her coat and pulled a gun from the pocket, then whirled on him, aiming the gun at his head.

"Y/N... Agra, put d'a gun down, honey," he nearly whispered. Submissively showing her his empty hands. "I'd never hurt ya. It's me—Bálor."

He watched in horror as her gun tumbled from her hands, and hit the carpet in front of her with a thud. She fell to the floor then, grasping at her head and writhing in obvious pain. Bálor hurried over and kicked the revolver over toward the bed. Then he tugged Y/N into his arms and held on to her, scared out of his mind with worry. His hand came up to support her head and he pulled her closer.

A soft cry rang past her lips and he heard her murmur "Kenny", while pleading for him to "make the pain stop".

It was then Bálor realized two things as his vision went scarlet.

One, some soon-to-be-dead man had hurt his queen—was still hurting her.

And two?

That soon-to-be-dead man was none other than Kenny Omega.

"'Kenny'? Carefully placing his fingers underneath her chin and tilting her head back slightly, Bálor fixed his gaze on hers. The sight of her ashen skin and hollowed eyes shocked him. She was much thinner than the last time he saw her. "What did Kenny Omega do t' ya, Y/N?" He brushed his fingers over the soft skin of her cheek. He nearly gasped at the heat radiating from her. A body temperature that high was, of course, normal for him, but a mortal human? He watched her wince in pain, and fought against the rage threatening to take over. She's not ready t' see me like d'at, he thought. I have t' stay calm. "Ye're burnin' up, love. What'd d'at psycho do t' ya?"

Bálor watched as Y/N took several labored breaths, trying to gain the strength to speak. But when she did, nothing more than gibberish mixed in with gasps for air came from her throat.

Instantly, he tried to enter her mind to get some answers there.

But he couldn't.

He could see nothing.

D'a bondin', he realized. He stopped trying to enter her mind when she cried weakly and leaned against him again. It was hurting her even more when he attempted it.

"He erased d'a bondin'?!" Bálor's growl reverberated in his throat. "He's dead! I'll vaporize d'a one-winged freak!"

"Was no bond," Y/N muttered as her head fell weakly against the floor. "Lied to me... You never came back..." A sob shook her slender frame. Her sad, tired gaze met his for a moment. A tear welled up in her eye and spilled over. "You've...destroyed me..."

Bálor felt his heart clench at her declaration, as well as her tears. Her eyes lost focus as she went limp against the carpet. He quickly scooped her tiny frame up as he stood to his feet, cradling her against his chest and hurried across the room to the bed.

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After gently laying you on the king-sized bed, Bálor picked your gun up and laid it on the night table next to you. Then he took your hand in his own, brushing his lips over the hot skin of it. He murmured in Irish, chanting something that seemed to make the fever diminish. The pain too. Within minutes, you began to feel a little more like yourself.

"Why are you here," you asked, when you were finally able to speak more normally. "It's been a year, Bálor. A year." You bit your lip, hating the fact you couldn't keep the hurt out of your voice.

"Tá brón orm," Bálor whispered, turning your hand and kissing the palm. "I'm s' sorry, kitten. I didn't mean t' hurt ya." Guilt crossed his face, and you got the distinct feeling it was the first time he had ever felt the emotion. "I knew I was bondin' ya t' me too soon. I'd wanted t' wait until we were able t' be together. But ya were dyin' and I had no choice, love." He swallowed hard, then continued. "The bondin' intensifies our emotions, our feelings—our love for each other. I can handle d'at because I was expectin' it. But I was... distractedthat night what with your wounds," he said, "and failed to explain it to ya." He let out a soft, frustrated sigh. "The reason you feel hurt, is because we bonded, and yet we were unable to be together at d'at time. I typically would've only bonded ya t' me when we were able t' be married."

"You could have taken me with you then. Why wait a year and make me suffer?" You moved to sit on the edge of the bed and brushed his hands away when he tried to stop you. "I'm fine now," you lied, still hurt by his actions. "I just need to stand a minute."

Gingerly, you rose to her feet and started to step away from him when he stood too, but he wouldn't have it. He took hold of your hand and tugged you up against him. "I want ya close," he whispered in your ear. "I don't want ya t' fall and hurt y'rself." He reached up and brushed some hair away from your face, and let his fingers linger at your cheek.

"So," you said, pulling your face away. "Why did you leave me behind? I would've thought the whole thing was a dream if not for the ring you left on my finger." You reached down and tenderly brushed your right index finger over the claddagh ring. "I thought..." You shuddered with a sob as you struggled to express what he'd done to you—what he'd put you through. "I thought you changed your mind. That you didn't want me anymore. And it hurt. You made me fall in love with you—in one single night. And then it felt as though you just tossed me aside-"

"I didn't toss ya aside, m' love," he said. "I f'rgot how time moves faster f'r me. Time doesn't affect me d'a way it does a human. And f'r d'is, I'm sorry. I had t' be sure d'at ya were ready for this. And I had t' make sure ya were still d'a same woman. A lovin' woman who helps d'ose in need around 'er—the opposite of what I've always done. Someone wit' a kind, soft heart. Someone wit' courage. And-"

"So, what would you have done if I became a cold, distant shrew? What if I'd been so traumatized that I wasn't the same woman? Would you have forgotten me and married someone else?" Your questions tumbled from your mouth before you could stop them. It hurt to think that he'd blame you if the trauma of your attack had indeed changed you.

He smiled softly and shook his head. "D'ere isn't anyone else for me, love. No, I wouldn't have forgotten ya or abandoned ya, or anyt'ing o' d'a sort. I'd have kept lovin' ya for eternity. I love ya so deeply d'at yer old self would've had no choice but t' reemerge."

He leaned down then and pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you felt yourself melt instantly.

"But I've found that ya have changed," he went on. "Only, f'r d'a better. Ya went t'rough a complete nightmare last T'anksgivin', and yet here ya are, still handin' out meals t' aid d'a poor. Ye're still able t' do d'a very t'ing d'at got ya int' trouble. I could literally feel y'r fear when I approached ya as 'Steven'. But ya helped me anyway. Ye're even more beautiful t' me now. You're perfect, and ye're mine. All mine."

"If you do the opposite of helping people, then why do you want me?" you asked suddenly, only just catching what he'd said minutes prior.

"Opposites attract," he answered matter-of-factly. "I'm the Demon King. Your sweet, kind heart is part o' your appeal t' me. Maybe I'm hopin' your goodness will rub off on me. Bein' evil, gets quite tiresome and mundane," he said with a slight curve of his lips.

"Maybe you're not completely evil," you point out. "If you truly love me..."

"I do."

"If you have the ability to love in you, you can't be all evil."

Bálor chuckled softly as he gazed down at you and traced your bottom lip with his thumb. "D'at's anot'er of d'a many reasons I love ya s' much. Your ability t' see d'a good in everyone—even me."

"I love you, Bálor," you whispered with a trembling breath. "And I was so scared of losing you. I still am."

"Ya won't lose me," he said, his whisper equally as soft as yours. His hand shifted to your jaw and drew your face closer to his.

"But the bonding," you started. "Kenny erased-"

"We'll just have t' perform d'a bonding' again." Bálor smiled softly.

At the mention of Kenny erasing your bonding, it finally occurred to you that Bálor had mentioned him several times—as if he knew him. "H-how... How do you know Kenny?"

His gaze darkened again at the mention of the man. "Long story short... He took something from me. And d'en I took somethin' from him."

You rubbed at your temples until Bálor took over for you. His thumbs soothed away the mild pain still trying to burst forth. "I don't understand."

He sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, and settled you in his lap. "Kenny Omega is an angel...sort o'. He wanted t' live his life for himself only, s' he went rogue. He's actually become quite corrupted an' evil. In some ways, even more d'an I."

He paused for a moment, and you saw a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. But then it vanished as quickly as it came, and he seemed to grow almost distant; angry about something. You brought his hand to your lips and kissed it softly then reached up and turned his face to yours, stroking your thumb along his cheekbone. "Don't do that," you whispered. "I need to see you—all of you. Whatever you're feeling, I... I need to feel it with you."

He almost seemed to melt at your words. He took the hand you held to his face and shifted it to his mouth, kissing the palm tenderly. And with a soft nod, he continued his story. "I have a large fam'ly," he said, lacing his fingers with yours. "Lots o' brot'ers and sisters. My youngest sister... Well, she was the ray of light in our fam'ly. She was doted upon by all of us."

"No," you whispered at hearing him refer to his youngest sister in the past tense. You began to see where this was headed. "Please, tell me he didn't-"

"Kenny Omega grew infatuated wit' 'er. When she didn't return his affections... His obsession turned to rage. And..." He shuddered out another sigh. "He killed 'er. And so, I attempted t' kill him, in return. But I failed. I managed t' take one o' his wings, but d'at was all."

You stood from his lap and walked a couple of steps away from him. You almost felt numb, save for the tear that spilled down your cheek. "I'm... I'm so sorry."

"You had not'ing t' do wit' it, love."

"But, I..." You turned and managed to meet his gaze despite the guilt you felt. "I'd befriended him! I believed him when he said you'd try to kill me. How stupid was that? I can't believe I-"

Bálor stood in front of you in an instant and tugged you up against him. There was no malice on his face, only love. "Did he tell you about my sister and what he did to her?"

You shook your head quickly. "No! I'd have never let him into my house if I'd known! He only said that he had to make you pay for what you did to him."

He smiled softly at you, a touch of sadness in his eyes. His hand came up and brushed some hair away from your face. "An' did ya believe him willin'ly? Or did he do somet'ing t' literally make ya believe him?"

You blinked at him. "I..." You thought hard back to the night before. "I'm not sure." You shook your head, trying to recall. "I remember getting really sick after we ate dinner. And I can only vaguely remember him telling me about avenging what you did to him, but after that... nothing."

"He used somet'ing on ya," Bálor growled. "A drug, or potion, or maybe some kind o' mind-manipulation." He tilted your chin up toward his face then. "My point in askin' was t' show ya d'at none o' d'is was y'r fault, honey. Ya didn't betray me, like ya seem t' ti'nk. He forced his way int' y'r life."

You nodded, still feeling guilty, however. Then you stared up into his sapphire eyes. "It'll never happen again," you told him. "He'd have to kill me."

He yanked your slender frame up even closer against him, and forced a gasp from you. "Don't let me hear ya talkin' like d'at anymore," he whispered. "I never even knew I had a heart 'til I found ya. If ya were taken from me..." he inhaled harshly. "I t'ink I'd lose the t'ing all over again, along wit' my mind."

You reached up and brushed your fingertips lovingly down his cheek to his lips and smiled. "I'm not going anywhere, my king. Wherever you are, I am as well."

He growled deep in his throat. "I can't wait t' marry ya, woman."

"Neither can I."

Bálor's voice rumbled softly in his chest as he shifted his head closer to yours. "I saw ya wit' d'at li'l lass—the one livin' on d'a street wit' her máthair and seanmháthair. D'a way ya were wit' her—how ya treated 'er... Ye're goin' t' be an amazing máthair to our children. 'Twas all I could do t' keep from revealin' m'self t' ya right then."

You felt your face flush at the thought of Bálor watching you unawares. Then the flush shifted into all-out flaming when you thought about giving him children. A goosebumpy feeling settled over your heart, a feeling you'd only experienced once in your life.

A year prior, nearly to the day.

"I want several babies, you know," you whispered, brushing your lips across his cheek. "As many as we can have."

He chuckled in your ear, "Oh, honey... So do I." His hand came up to your chin and tilted your head back, making you meet his gaze. "I'll do everyt'ing in my power t' keep ya happy because I cherish ya. I promise I'll never cause ya t' weep again—unless it's tears o' joy or pleasure."

A smile spread across your face. "I love you. I always will. And I promise to always try my hardest to please you and make you happy."

Bálor grinned, true joy radiating from his sapphire gaze. "I t'ink we just said our weddin' vows, love." He brought your ringed finger to his lips and kissed it. When he pulled away, your claddagh ring was no longer a simple silver ring. It was now gold, and the hands in the ring held a large heart-shaped diamond. "We're married now, agra."

You gaped at him, "But... there was no minister... No wedding license-"

You were cut off by Bálor's robust laugh. "Where I'm from, d'at's not how we do weddin's, honey—unless we wish to. We made vows t' each ot'er from our hearts. No piece o' paper can make it any more official d'an d'at."

You swallowed hard, digesting the life-changing news he'd just given you. "We're married?"

"Married," he repeated with a huge smile. "Ye're officially my wife—my queen."

A second later, his mouth claimed yours in a slow, soft kiss. He took his time, brushing his lips tenderly across yours, as if testing for your reaction. When your arms wrapped securely around his neck, you heard a growl vibrate deep in his throat and his kiss grew a little rougher; more aggressive. The next thing you knew you were lying on the bed with him on top of you. His tongue slid past your lips then and at your gasp of surprise, he plundered your mouth, tasting every inch of the sweet, warm cavern. You moaned, curling your fingers into his hair, scraping your fingernails lightly against his scalp. You pulled back just enough to whisper in a shaky voice, "That's the first time you've kissed my mouth."

Bálor smiled, true joy in his eyes as his gaze scanned your blushing face. "And it sure won't be d'a last." He reclaimed your mouth and his beard tickled at your chin.

"Well, well, well. That kiss has to be the hottest thing I've ever witnessed."

One second you were lying underneath Bálor on the bed, and in the next instant you were on your feet being tugged securely behind him. Your gaze shot up over Bálor's shoulder, and you spotted Kenny Omega standing in front of the hotel room's door with two other men flanking him on either side.

I don't recognize them, you thought, your forehead creasing with confusion. They look like brothers... Same faces. Same longhair...

"The only thing hotter," Kenny added suggestively, "will be when I'm kissing her."

#Finn Balor #Finn balor fan fic #finn balor imagine #finn balor x reader #finn balor fanfiction

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things-we-cant-say · 3 years

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pretty little liar

Pairing: Ten x Female!Reader

Summary: In order to get your annoying ex off your back, you tell a little white lie that takes an unexpected turn.

Genre: College!AU

Warnings: Smutty smut, dirty dancing

Word Count: 4,867

A/N: Unable to withstand Ten’s power any longer, I had to start writing about him…or a version of him anyway. Hope someone out there enjoys my first dip into the ~imagines~ pond. ☺️

The party was in full swing by the time you and your best friend Amy arrived, the music so loud it could be heard down the street. It was a wonder the cops hadn’t broken it up yet but hey, the night was still young. Ducking through the arched doorway with Amy hot on your heels, you let her guide you into the foyer where you both stopped to take in the scene. The place was packed with people dancing, drinking and laughing—everyone apparently having a great time. Which was perfect for you because all you wanted to do was blow off a little steam and pretend you hadn’t spent the day fantasizing about committing the perfect murder.

You enjoyed school for the most part and you enjoyed your classes, but really you couldn’t wait for it all to just be over. Two extra years and your master’s degree in linguistics was almost within your grasp. You still weren’t one hundred percent what you planned to do with it (teaching was definitely out) but either way you were ready to dive into the real world. To no longer be stressed out about exams and papers and boring ass professors that constantly seemed to have a stain on their tie.

And to get far, far away from your stupid ex, Adam.

“Uh oh you have murder face,” Amy said as she peeped around to look at you. “What’s wrong?”

You shrugged. “Just in my head I guess.”

Amy hummed. “I get it. That’s why we are here though! To get fucked up and do something we regret in the morning.”

You laughed. “Guess we’re Uber-ing home.”

She grinned and grabbed your wrist, pulling you over to a table loaded with different types of alcohol. The guy ‘tending bar’ as it were winked as you two approached. “What can I get you for?”

“Something with alcohol but where we can’t taste the alcohol!” Amy exclaimed happily. “Oh! And if you’ve got any little umbrellas I’d like one of those too.”

He did finger guns and proceeded to cook something up in two red cups, sticking in two pink umbrellas when he was done. You and Amy took your drinks and after a cursory sniff, took a sip. The tequila wasn’t as strong as with a single shot but you could still detect it just not enough to make you stop drinking. Unlike Amy you didn’t plan to get completely fucked up but you weren’t going to say no to a nice buzz.

Cups in hand you migrated onto the dance floor and fell in with everyone else, bopping to the beat and scream chatting over the loud music.

“I really needed this!” Amy yelled. “Statistics is kicking my cute little ass!”

“I know what you mean!” You shouted. “But hey! Soon we’ll be done and actual jobs will be kicking our cute little asses!”

Laughing, Amy bounced up and down, sending her blonde hair flying. “Is that why you’ve been so grumpy lately? Or is it…he who shall not be named?”

With a sigh you took a big sip of your strawberry margarita. “Yeah. He keeps fucking calling me and leaving me these stupid ass messages, apologizing and shit. I’ve blocked him but he just uses someone else’s phone.”

Amy’s eyes stretched wide. “That’s like stalker behavior! Or maybe he really is sorry for what he did.”

You snorted. “Sorry for having sex with his ex in the backseat of my car? As far as I am concerned he can take his ‘sorrys’ and shove them so far up his ass they come out his mouth as safaris!”

Amy choked a little on her drink, hitting you hard on the arm in admonishment after she stopped coughing. “I hate you! I could have died!”

Her words made you smirk. “But did you? No but for real, fuck Adam. Fuck Adam and anyone who even looks like Adam!”

“Woo!” Amy threw both hands up into the air, yelping as liquid sloshed down onto her head. “Oh shit! Drink emergency I’ll be right back!”

Before you could say anything, she turned and hurried back towards the drink table. Alone in the middle of a dancing crowd, you didn’t know whether you should slink over to a corner or just keep dancing. That last thing you wanted was some random dude trying to groove with you. Of course if you decided to hold up the wall nothing would stop some random dude from trying to hit on you either. At a bit of a loss you drained the rest of your drink and did a I don’t really know anyone two step, hoping Amy would return soon.

The tequila settled nice and warm in your stomach, making you feel more at ease. Most of the people at the party were from your school but not ones you associated with on like, a daily basis. Sure you recognized a few faces from the library or cafeteria but there was no one you’d had more than a surface conversation with.

And then your eyes landed on him. Ten.

Ten was a…different sort of person altogether. He was the kinda guy CW shows thought actually existed in college, except he was very real. And very much fucking gorgeous in that unattainable way CW shows also loved. However, that sort of did him a disservice because as far as you knew, he was just a decent guy who happened to be able to do some pretty awesome things.

For example, he was an amazing dancer. The kinda dancer that just freaking mesmerized you when he moved. Had you wondering how in the hell had he taught his body to do that shit? One minute he was in total sync with everyone else and the next he was performing his solo and blowing your mind. He’d done some show a few months ago with a friend and you’d nearly flipped out of your chair watching him work. The body rolls, the attitude, the way he’d just commanded the stage…whew. Was it possible to be a fan of someone who wasn’t famous?

Then there was his art; things he designed himself or drew from memory. Art class was essentially where you’d sorta came to be acquaintances with him. You weren’t exactly good at drawing but you liked it enough that you wanted to improve, plus it helped you de-stress after particularly hard days. Ten on the other hand excelled and just like with dancing, it was interesting to watch his process. He’d described himself as a sensory artist so he wasn’t always as concerned with the end product as the professor sometimes wanted him to be. From your eye though he’d yet to create anything that wasn’t remarkable. In fact, more than once you’d wanted to ask him to design a tattoo for you, but felt it would be kinda weird. He had no idea what you were into after all. So far your conversations with him had consisted of colors and that one time he’d asked to borrow one of your brushes.

You were pretty sure he’d sold something to an art gallery.

Anyway so Ten could dance and he could draw and he could sing and he was fluent in several languages; as far as you knew the only thing he was kind of shit at was cooking. But who hadn’t set a class kitchen on fire once or twice? Or three times…

If he were an asshole—well people would probably still crush on him—you’d count that as a major flaw and want to keep your distance. But the kicker was that he could do cool things and he was nice. Dorky even especially when it came to cute animals. Was always posting pictures of himself at the animal shelter playing with the kittens and the puppies, or just acting like an idiot with friends. Yet it was that confidence that made him seem untouchable, and also made him sexy as fuck. More than once you’d fantasized about biting his Adam’s apple.

Heh.

Shaking your head, you fanned lightly at your face with both hands. Maybe stepping outside for some fresh air would be a good idea.

“Y/N!” Amy nearly tripped over her pretty sandals in her hurry to get back to you. “Weewoo weewoo weewoo!”

“Um…”

She grabbed your shoulder. “It’s a police siren! We have a code red situation here, I repeat a code red! Adam just walked in!”

“What?” You blinked and immediately looked towards the doorway, brows narrowing when you saw she was right.

Standing there in a white t-shirt in his formerly handsome glory was your ex-boyfriend, Adam. Once upon a time you’d thought the world of him; thought he was the kinda guy you could probably marry someday. The kinda guy you’d introduced your family to. Turns out he was the kind of guy that hooked up with his ex in your car repeatedly until finally being caught in the act. Sure it had been gratifying to make him and her walk home half naked but it had done nothing to quell the pain left behind. Thankfully though your pain quickly turned to anger and now you usually focused on not murdering him when he popped up. There was a lot you could forgive but cheating was firmly in the do not cross zone. Everything you’d felt for him evaporated the moment you saw him with her.

And he’d promised he was over her. Lying piece of shit, you thought to yourself.

“What the hell is he doing here?! Does he even know anyone here?” you asked with a frown.

“I dunno!” your friend said slowly. “It’s possible, big campus and all. Do you want me to help you climb out of the bathroom window?”

“Yeah my boobs aren’t fitting through one of those skinny ass windows,” you replied wryly. “Though to be honest I’m almost willing to risk it. C’mon let’s—”

It was too late. Adam spotted you like an arrow searching for its target, eyes registering shock and then elation. He reached you in three quick strides, opening his arms for a hug that he was damned crazy to expect. “Y/N. Wow you—you look amazing. I’m so glad we ran into each other.”

You huffed. “I’m not. I told you we’re over Adam. Or does me blocking your calls not get the message across?”

He exhaled deeply. “Look I know I messed up but I’m sorry. Classes were just really tough and—and Lucy and I would reminisce about old times…”

“Do I look like I give a shit? You cheated on me and we’re over.” The lie came so easily. “Besides, I’ve moved on.”

“Yeah!” Amy poked him in the chest. “She’s moved on so suck it!”

Adam arched a brow. “You’ve moved on?” He sounded skeptical and that made your blood boil. “Since when? And with who?”

You’d once heard that Hippocrates came up with the saying drastic times call for drastic measures though it wasn’t something you’d be willing to bet money on. However, standing there with your ex eying you like he just knew you were lying brought a whole new meaning to the idiom. You would one hundred percent be damned before giving him the satisfaction of gloating.

Tequila’s kicking in…

Without missing a beat, you put a hand on your hip and motioned to Ten. “Him. I’m seeing him.”

Amy made a sound like a cat having its tail stepped on while Adam gaped at you. “What? I—no. No way. You’re totally lying. I’ve seen the people he’s dated and you’re not his type at all.”

This bitch.

Twirling on your black heels, you strolled across the room to where Ten sat in an arm chair, chatting with a few of his friends. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you straddled his lap and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I know this is awkward as fuck—I’m so sorry—but if you just play along I will owe you big time. I’ll give you anything. You need a kidney? You can have a kidney.”

Ten’s friends had gone mute and as you sat back to gauge his reaction—or to possibly be thrown off of him—you bit your full bottom lip. His dark eyes were watching you calculatingly, his own lips pursed together like you were a riddle he needed to solve. Up close he was utterly breathtaking, all smooth skin and silky black hair that fell artfully across his forehead. He smelled incredible.

And then he spoke.

“There you are baby,” he said wrapping an arm around your waist. “I’ve been looking for you.”

That was when you figured you owed him your first born but it was fine. “Well, you found me. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

He chuckled. “You’re worth waiting for.”

His friends still looked confused though they didn’t have time to voice their opinions. Adam stalked over seconds later like a man on a mission. “So it’s true? You and Y/N are together?”

Ten tilted his head to the side and you saw the moment the lightbulb went off for him. “Yeah we’re together.”

Adam huffed. “Since when? For how long? Where did you two meet?”

Ten smirked. “Are you taking a survey or something?” He brushed his lips across your jaw, making you shiver. “The only thing that matters is that she’s mine. Let’s dance, Y/N.”

“I would love to,” you replied with a smile. You were also grateful he’d remembered your name.

You climbed off of his lap and took his hand, sending Adam a you thought look before pulling Ten out into the thick of the crowd. Your heart was beating a mile a minute but you felt too giddy to pay much attention to it. Plus, you knew Adam was watching you like a hawk and you didn’t want to let on how nervous you actually were. If he found out you were lying he’d never leave you alone and consider you pathetic to boot. Besides the nice buzz that was finally creeping down your spine told you everything would be fine. How could it not be?

Ten’s hands settled low on your hips and he gave you a little tug, pulling your back to his chest. You fit rather perfectly with him, his chin brushing the top of your head. Picking a rhythm in the song that thumped with bass, you began to move together. You rolled your ass against him and leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder, focusing on his breath as it ghosted across your neck. A silver of light wouldn’t have been able to get between you.

Normally you wouldn’t have dared to do something like this with a near stranger but your desire to make your ex suffer was bigger than your nerves. Besides Ten appeared to be all in on the ruse; his body twisting and curving in sync with yours, fingers on his right hand sliding up between your breasts to wrap lightly on your throat. His teeth nipped at your earlobe and you gasped. Reached around to his side to clasp his shirt for an anchor. You heard him chuckle and suddenly you were spun away from him only to be reeled back in, this time face to face.

The room felt like it was two hundred degrees. You weren’t exactly wearing much—a slinky black dress with tiny ties at the hem—but even that seemed too much. Without missing a beat though you and Ten continued to grind with one another, his thigh just barely pushed between your own. Every time you swayed forward to meet him the denim of his jeans rubbed deliciously against you, sending sparks sprinting through your veins. Both of his hands were on your ass as if helping to guide you, and as you met his gaze you couldn’t help but bite your lip at what you saw there. Desire, lust, hunger—no one had ever looked at you like that before. Like they could just devour you and still not have enough of you.

It made you feel powerful.

You grinned and wrapped an arm around his neck, fingers giving his hair a little tug. He hissed and lowered his head so that he could mouth at your bare shoulder, hands squeezing your ass so hard it nearly hurt. You weren’t sure when you started to get wet—maybe it was the moment you sat on his lap or he decided to play along with your dumb stunt—but you could tell it now. Your panties were sticking to you, your skin was on fire and it was becoming difficult to think straight. Honestly however you didn’t want to think at all, especially not if it meant not being in Ten’s orbit.

“Ten,” you whispered into the skin under his jaw.

He hummed, the sound vibrating through your body. You plastered your hand to his chest and pulled it down, nails catching on the thin material of his shirt until they were brushing along the zipper on his jeans. You gave him a quick squeeze—he was hard and straining—and he cursed loudly. Between one second and the next he was dragging you down a dimly light hallway, past kissing couples and one guy passed out drunk in the doorway of someone’s room. He swung you both into the first vacant room he came to; a lavish bathroom at the very back of the house. The door was closed with a swift thump and the lock clicked shut.

You licked your lips as he crowded you back into the counter, looking down at you with a tiny smirk. That part of your brain that yammered on about bad decisions was surprisingly quiet, so you figured it was beyond okay to pull him down for a kiss. As with most of the stuff he did, Ten was a damn good kisser. His mouth was soft and warm, his tongue playful and coaxing. He kissed you like he’d been waiting to kiss you for a long time. Until it grew deep and sensual. Until you were both panting with the need for air but neither wanting to let go of the moment.

With a gasp you tilted backwards a bit, your knees suddenly weak. “Fuck me,” you said absently.

“Can I?” Ten asked, chest heaving. “Can I fuck you?”

“God yes,” you replied, already pulling your dress up until it hitched around your waist.

Ten hooked his thumbs onto the band of your pink panties and slid them down your legs, laying them next to the sink. He looked you over with that same eye he used for his art but you could tell he liked what he saw. You grabbed his hand and brought it between your legs, spreading them wider for him. Two of his fingers slipped inside of you without any resistance to find you damp and aching, already so hot for him. He started a lazy rhythm—in and out, in and out—like he was in no hurry at all. Like he wasn’t driving you crazy all the way down to the tips of your toes.

He kept his eyes locked onto yours as he touched you, lips slightly parted like he couldn’t believe this was happening. That rang true for both of you. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d ever really be friends with Ten, let alone about to hook up with him. It was like you’d stumbled into some alternate universe.

Bringing his free hand up to your cheek, he smoothed his thumb across your lips, pressing lightly until you let him in. You sucked his thumb into your mouth and gave it a little nip, smiling when he smirked. When he deemed it wet enough, he pressed it to your clit and you moaned, your hips stuttering upward with a will of their own. He began a firm massage, working your clit this way and that, fingers still thrusting in their maddening motion. Of course he’d be great with his hands. Of course he’d be able to play your body like a finely tuned instrument.

Pressure started to build low in your stomach. “I—I’m…”

“Turn around.” Ten took a step back and made a show of sucking his fingers into his mouth, tongue darting out to lick between them like he wanted to savor every drop.

You whimpered but did as he requested, your eyes finding his in the wide silver mirror. You watched as he unzipped his pants and pushed them along with his dark colored briefs down to the floor. You hadn’t seen him pull out a condom but he had one; ripping open the packaging with his perfectly straight teeth before rolling it onto his hard cock. It was a delicious looking thing you had to admit, long and thick with a slight curve. If you’d had the time you would have gladly went to your knees for him.

A low breath shuddered out of Ten’s lungs as he pushed inside of you, his hands gripping your waist so strongly you were bound to have a few bruises later. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

It had been a while since Adam and nobody after him until now.

When he assumed you’d adjusted to the size of him, he pulled nearly out before driving back inside of you. You moaned and pushed back to meet his thrusts, feeling the pleasure shattering through you. Your breasts bounced as he moved and he reached a hand forward, tugging down the top of your dress so that he could cup one. He rolled your nipple between his fingers and pinched, bending over you so that he could bite down onto the tender skin of your shoulder. The motion sent him even deeper and you both groaned at the feeling.

“Te—Ten,” you stammered, losing your train of thought when he rolled his hips liked he did on the dance floor. “Oh fuck! Fuck!”

The picture you made in the mirror was a very erotic one; you could see every single expression on Ten’s handsome face. The utter enjoyment he was obviously finding in fucking you was written all over it; there was nowhere for it to hide. His head was tipped back, eyes fluttering closed only to pop back open so that he could watch himself shove into you over and over again. He had you up on your tip toes, nose just an inch from the mirror itself. He was always sexy but tonight that word took on a whole new meaning.

All you could do was try to give as good as you got.

You slapped a hand onto the sink to steady yourself and clenched around him, reveling in the low whine that escaped his throat. It kinda sounded like your name.

And then he was pulling all the way out, dick bouncing as he stumbled backwards. You blinked in confusion. “Wh--what’s wrong?”

Ten ran his fingers through his hair. “C’mon. I want you to ride me.”

He sat down on the closed toilet seat lid and you straddled him without a second thought, sinking down onto his dick with a full body shudder. With your dress around your waist and your breasts jiggling in his face as you bounced up and down on his cock, he traced his tongue around your nipple before lightly biting down. You tangled your fingers in his hair and panted out his name, letting out a squeak when his palm connected with your ass for a hard slap. Planting his feet on the floor, he leaned you backwards a bit as he drove into you repeatedly, eyes watching how well your pussy took him.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against your collarbone. “Gorgeous—you feel so good.” He bit you again, this time on the side of your neck. “So good.”

With one hand on his shoulder to brace yourself, you rose up and let yourself come down hard over and over again, feeling him pound so deep it was almost criminal. Had the music not been so loud you knew exactly what you would have heard; the sound of skin hitting skin as Ten fucked you like he owned you. Just for tonight, maybe he did.

You weren’t sure how long it went on but when you came it still managed to take you by surprise. Your body lit up like a Christmas tree from the inside out and you cried out Ten’s name, clenching around him, your nails digging into his shoulder blades. He muttered a drawn out fuuuuck and pinched your clit with this thumb and forefinger, making you jerk so hard you nearly tumbled off his lap.

“Ah! Ten!” You shouted as he kept it up. “I—no—oh god—”

Your pussy tightened around him again and he shivered, thrusts growing erratic as he came with a grunt. You trembled through a second orgasm almost in disbelief—usually the only thing that could get you off twice in a row was hidden under your bed in a shoe box.

Seconds later you flopped against him, attempting to catch your breath. He was still rolling his hips just a tiny bit, making all the too sensitive areas ping.

“Whoa,” he said breathlessly, wrapping both arms around your waist. “That was…”

You chuckled softly. “Yeah…” Chancing a look at him, you admired the way strands of his dark hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. He was glistening, shirt sticking to his chest. He smelled like hints of your perfume and you smelled like hints of his cologne. It was all so intimate.

Reluctantly you sat back and gazed at him, wondering if things were about to get awkward. But Ten just smiled and ducked his head a little, a barely there blush creeping up into his already flushed cheeks. It was so adorable you couldn’t have resisted kissing him if you tried. From the way he melted into you, he’d had the same idea.

After a few minutes of just enjoying the feel of his lips against yours, you forced yourself up off of him. Your legs shook; you had to grab the counter to keep from tripping in your heels. You could already tell you’d still feel him tomorrow and the thought made you kinda dizzy, but in a good way. Blinking at your reflection—your hair was a dark mess—you knew there was no way you’d be able to hide the love bites that adorned your skin. They stood out stark red and purple like a bruise.

Ten remained slouched on the toilet for a couple of moments before removing the condom and tossing it into the trash. He dabbed at his dick with a handful of toilet paper, and then pulled up his underwear and jeans. “So…can I ask you something?”

You fixed your dress. “Sure.”

“Who was that guy?” he inquired with a grin. “The one you obviously wanted to get away from.”

Oh shit you’d forgotten all about Adam! “Oh he—he’s my dumb ex. He jumped stupid at me and I—I wanted to show him that he’s an idiot. That I’m totally over him. I—I’m sorry for getting you involved.”

He laughed as he patted down his hair. “No complaints from my end. I think he got the message though.” Reaching behind you he handed you your panties. “Don’t wanna forget these.”

It was ridiculous to be embarrassed considering what you’d both just done, but you couldn’t help it. You took them from him and pulled them on, keeping your eyes on the ground. “Thanks… Look Ten—”

“I’m hungry,” he said interrupting you. “Have you ever had grilled dried pollack?”

“Um yeah once I think,” you replied uncertainly. “It was pretty tasty.”

Ten motioned behind him. “I know a place that makes it if you wanted to go. And…maybe afterwards we could just hang out. Talk.”

That sounded amazing. “I’d love to. But…”

He picked up on your meaning. “Y/N I sit next to you in all of our art classes. I make conversation with you for no reason. Do you really think I of all people forget my brushes? Honestly I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while but you’ve always seemed…disinterested.”

You were dumbstruck by his admission. “Me?! That’s just my face! You’re the unattainable ingénue or whatever!”

Ten chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. “Oh please the only thing standing between me and being a serious cat dad is having an apartment that allows animals. However, this conversation is pointless. You owe me and I’m collecting…if that’s okay?”

You huffed but couldn’t stop grinning. “It’s perfect.”

The walk from the bathroom to the living room had everyone staring with a few people letting out loud whistles. Adam had disappeared but Amy was there to give you a big thumbs up. You promised to call her later and then let Ten pull you outside into the warm night air, your fingers happily entwined with his.

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You're Not Broken, Ya Hear Me?

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Yondu x Reader, guest starring Peter and other Ravagers

Summary: Based off a prompt from my friend @giulscomix where Reader is coming up on a rite of passage involving having her first sexual experience and is very nervous because she doesn't wish to partake, because she's just not interested in sex at all. (i.e: Reader is Ace or Demi) She opens up to Yondu about it after he finds her hidden away and crying about it and he helps her with her problem, making her realize she isn't broken. Inspired by and using lines from this scene in Netflix's Sex Education series.

Author’s Note: Fic is SFW. Sex is talked about (obviously), but no sexual scenes occur. This also takes place in an AU where Yondu never broke the code (yet still has Peter, make that make sense lol) and therefore was never exiled from the other Ravager clans. Also, this is a long one, probably should have broken it into chapters, but here we go lol

Word Count: 10,189

The nervousness inside you grew with every passing day. You were almost seventeen- you should be happy about this! Not filled with dread about what turning that particular year would mean. You glanced at the calendar from your bed. Only three days left.

There was a rite of passage that every young man had taken before you, and would take long after you. They all whooted for joy when their time came, but you couldn't find the enthusiasm to do so, although you did your best to fake it. And as the day grew closer, the more you had to fake it.

Maybe it was because you were the only female Ravager on Yondu's team? Or maybe that had nothing to do with it. Maybe you were just... broken? Why couldn't you just be excited about this like everyone else? That thought made your chest ache as you pulled on your boots.

You didn't want to do it, this stupid rite of passage. No, it wasn't exactly like you'd be forced into a room until you "did the deed," However, you knew to refuse would be to cement your reputation as a lame prude who wouldn't know fun if it crawled up her ass. But still, you really didn't want to.

After all, who would want their first time to just be some random fuck for the sole purpose of "Becoming a man/woman" and an "official part of the crew."? Yes, you wanted more than anything to be accepted, like Peter or the others, but you wanted your first time to be with someone you loved and cared for. Now, this isn't to say that you weren't currently a respected member of the crew, but things were just... different. You knew things would change if the others knew you didn't want to go through with it. You'd be less "one of the guys" and more "the chick with the stick up her butt." You didn't want that.

You stood and took a deep breath, readying your facade before leaving your quarters to make your way down to breakfast.

As always, there were many other Ravagers also making their way from the crew quarters down to the mess hall. And, just how it had started happening the closer it got to that dreaded date, you'd encounter someone looking to congratulate you with a clap on the back, saying things like, "Ayy! How many days is it now? Bet ya can't wait, huh?" or more often, high-fives and fist bumps as your crew mates cheered you on for your upcoming "big day."

You took it all in stride, just like every other day. Big smiles, return the high-five, maybe throw in some finger guns, toss in an affirmative and that you "couldn't wait."

But each time you died just a bit inside. How long could you put on this charade? You knew you wouldn't be able to go through with it. What was going to happen then? What would the rest of the crew say when they found out? Normally it wouldn't be such a big deal for so long, when other guys came of age it was usually forgotten by the others after a few days. However, you were going to come of age the very day of the next scheduled shore leave, which was going to happen in just a few days, and for some reason this just bred excitement among your peers and they wouldn't drop it.

You tried to put these thoughts out of your head as you entered the Mess Hall and got your breakfast.

Today you got to eat in relative peace, the attention being taken up by the story Narblik was telling about his last job on an icy planet and how he hadn't been sure he'd make it back when the blizzard hit. It was when you got up to turn in your tray and leave when a few other's started back up again.

Scrote whooped when he saw you stand, crying out a "Get 'em!" at you and someone else shouted back that you were "Gonna be a man!" until someone shouted back at them "She's a girl!" earning an apology and a correction that you were "Gonna be a woman!" that earned some laughter from the others. You knew the laughter wasn't directed at you, they weren't insulting your looks. Some species on the ship just had a hard time getting genders right because the concept of gender just wasn't a thing on their homeworlds.

You passed Horuz and a young green man named Rahi who high-fived you with an "Ayyy!" as was becoming the custom greeting for anyone wanting to congratulate you on it being almost your big day. You returned the greeting. He had just turned 17 three days before along with another young man he often ran around with, and you heard him talking with some others (There were about 5 or 6 of you all either about to turn the big 17 or who recently had since the last shore leave 3 months ago. It was an abnormally large amount of young people coming of age this time around, which you suspected was further reason why some were making such a bigger deal about this upcoming shore leave.) about being excited for shore leave, as that's when they'd be able to 'become men,' aka, would be able to find a whore to screw. Younger crew often had more of the cleaning jobs aboard the Eclector, and unless assigned with an older crew mate, didn't get to go on many away missions where they could try and woo a willing partner, and even then, Yondu liked quick turnarounds on jobs so there wasn't a whole lot off "goof off" time without being reprimanded. There was no real rule about screwing crew mates either, but most avoided it just in case things got weird after. Easier to just bang someone random on shore leave and then get back to work. No muss no fuss.

Horuz teasingly asked if you had any studs picked out yet and you just laughed and said "Ha, one of these lot? You're joking!" as you put your tray away.

You heard Yondu playfully scold the two from a couple tables over, telling them, "Oh, leave the poor girl alone, yer embarrassin' her!" as he laughed. Horuz just shouted back, "Aw now, I didn't even get to tell her about Oblo here's first time!" This was met with Oblo, who was sitting nearby, choking out a "Hey!" and punching Horuz in the arm.

Kraglin laughed now, "I think she's already heard that one! Let's not ruin anyone's meal now."

You shivered. You had heard the story before. It involved a broken member and many stitches. You weren't looking forward to hearing it again. "I'm out!" you say, looking for a way out of this conversation. "Got work to do." With that you turned and started to leave the mess hall.

"That's what I like to hear!" Yondu laughed from behind you. "Some of you lazy gits should start acting like her, don't wanna work unless yer told to." He knew you were just escaping having to hear the story again, but he wasn't going to miss an opportunity to razz up some of his crew.

You finally make your way out of the mess hall and allow your grin to fall. You run a hand over your face, making your way toward the laundry where you had been assigned to repair one of the machines. You were grateful it was both early in the week as well as early in the day as you entered the room. Most of the crew waited until they were completely out of clean clothes to do their washings, which typically resulted in most of the crew crowding the laundry at the end of the week, so you were sure to have at least an hour or three alone to yourself.

You made your way to the back left-hand corner of the room towards the broken machine. It should be an easy fix, the complaint was that it wasn't draining properly, so you figured it was just a clogged drain hose.

Upon opening up the machine you found you were right. it was just a clog. You retrieved a plumbing snake from a nearby supplies trunk and got to work fishing it out. Unfortunately this menial task gave you enough time to dwell on your problems rather than engaging your brain enough to force them into the back of your mind.

You kept thinking the word "broken" over and over. You couldn't get it out of your head how you couldn't bring yourself to just be excited over something everyone else seemed to love.

Your chest tightened. "Broken.. Loser..." Why couldn't you get over it? Why didn't you have these feelings like all the others?

You latched onto the clog and worked to pull it out. "

Broken..." Why was this so hard? "Broken... Stupid... Wrong..." What was wrong with you? "Stupid... Broken..." Why couldn't you just be like everyone else?!

With that last thought you pulled the clog out with an audible "Pop!" that almost made you fly backwards. You looked at it in disgust and dropped it into the nearby trashcan before re-attaching the hose and sliding down to the floor. No one was going to show up to the laundry this early, might as well take advantage of this time to wallow in your own misery.

That's what you told yourself at least. In truth you could feel tears burning your eyes and didn't want anyone to see you cry. Better to let it happen alone than risk another crew mate seeing you and thinking you were weak.

What you didn't know was that Yondu was also well aware of his Ravager crew's laundry habits, and took advantage of the empty communal laundry room at the beginning of the week to wash his own laundry undisturbed. He made his way down after breakfast, actually having forgotten he had assigned you to fix one of the machines, and was therefore quite surprised to walk in on you sat in the corner crying.

"What d'we have here?" he asked, more puzzled than anything. He never once seen you cry, which now that he thought about it was rather surprising. He saw grown men cry at least twice a week, most of them Peter, but still. He tried to cover up any concern with humor. "Did Halfnut leave his dirty drawers in the machine again? Smell's bad enough to make anyone cry."

You had been startled when he first walked in and you were currently trying to quickly straighten yourself up. "Nothing. Sorry Captain." you said, not looking him in the eye as you bent down to pick up the plumbing snake. "Nearly done here." you say, unable to hide a sniffle.

Yondu plopped his laundry basket on one of the long steel tables running up the middle of the room and sighed, turning to walk towards the door.

You look up in surprise as you heard the lock engage.

He looked at you, arms crossed, and said, "Ya really think I'm gonna buy that? Yer not leaving here until ya spill it. Now what's wrong? Somebody bein' mean to ya? Yer feminine-ly cycle -or whatever it's called- hurtin' ya again?"

You blushed and gave him a sharp look before placing the plumbing snake back where you found it.

Yondu rolled his eyes as he moved his basket over to a machine and tossed his clothes in. "Fine, be that way. But I meant what I said. Ya ain't leavin' til we sort it out. Might as well talk or it's gonna get mighty borin' in here." He turned on the machine and hoisted himself up to sit on the table, patting the space beside him.

You begrudgingly approach, not meeting his eyes, and lifted yourself up to sit down on the table.

"Now what's wrong?" he said again.

You fix your gaze on your lap and sigh. "You're just gonna make fun of me." You say sadly.

Yondu smirks. "Maybe. Still wanna hear it though." Upon seeing your face fall further he elbowed you and said, "I'm jus' kiddin'! What's the long face?"

Your eyes remain down and you quietly say, "I... don't wanna do it."

Yondu raises an eyebrow. "What?"

"I don't wanna do it." you repeat.

"Ya dun wanna do... what?" he asks in confusion. He at first assumed maybe you didn't want to do your assigned morning task of fixing the machine, but it seemed like you had already finished it, so he had no idea what you could possibly mean to even begin to be angry for any disobeyed orders. Also, he doubted he found you crying over something as silly as not wanting to fix a washing machine.

"It," you say, "You know, IT." you make a crude gesture with your fingers, forming a circle in one hand with your thumb and index finger and inserting the index finger of your other hand in and out of it, to hopefully get the point across.

Yondu's eyes widen a bit. "Oh!" he says in surprise, before continuing in confusion, "I don't get it? Ya seemed just as excited as could be a bit ago?"

"I've been faking it. Don't want the others to make fun of me."

"Come now! They won't ma-"

He's cut off by you giving him another sharp look. He looks forward again and nods, sighing, "Yeah, yer right. They will."

The two of you were quiet for a couple moments before Yondu awkwardly broke the silence. "Ya mind if I ask why? Like are ya scared or somethin'?" he looks at you with a raised eyebrow, slight concern painting his features.

He remembered his first time. As a battle-slave he didn't exactly see much action; the Kree weren't exactly fond of the idea of their battle-slaves reproducing or having any fun; and by the time Stakar freed him he was in his twenties. It was shortly after when with some other young Ravagers that the subject came up and he admitted he had never done it, only for his mates to excitedly cheer that they were taking him with them on shore leave so he could "become a man." He had been nervous, though he never expressed it out loud, not wanting to appear weak. He knew they meant well, but screwing a random whore just to fit-in and say he had wasn't something he had exactly been looking forward to, however peer pressure had encouraged him to go through with it. It wasn't too bad, he realized, but even knowing that he himself had come to enjoy the act, he always remembered the knot in his stomach leading up to his first time, and hearing you say that you might be scared of doing it made a similar knot form, only higher in his chest and feeling more like... pity? No, that wasn't quite it. Empathy? Yes, that was probably more accurate. Damn sentiment.

"It's not anything like that... it's just... I don't feel anything like that. I'm not even sure I'd know what that feeling is. It's just not there. I'm not scared, or even disgusted, I just feel... nothing."

"I'm not sure I follow..." Yondu said honestly. He supposed you feeling nothing was better than you being scared, but he still didn't quite understand.

"Ok, like, imagine you're surrounded by a feast, with everything you could ever want to eat, but you're not hungry. That's how I feel. I just don't want any of it," you said. Your voice cracked as you continued, "...and it's just so frustrating. Everyone else gets to be normal, while I just don't feel... anything. I don't want to do it-with anyone. When I think about it I feel nothing- it's like I'm broken." You covered your mouth, still not meeting Yondu's gaze as you tried to hold back frustrated tears.

Hearing you say that you thought you were broken tore at Yondu's heart. He wrapped an arm around you tightly and said in a firm voice, "Ya listen here. Yer not broken. I don't wanna hear that again. Look here."

You reluctantly do as he asks.

"Yer not broken," he said again, his face stern. "Sex doesn't make a person whole, so how could ya ever be broken, girl?"

You inhaled sharply as fresh tears pricked at your eyes. You hadn't realized until then that that was exactly what you needed to hear. You quickly wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his chest to hide your tears.

Taken aback at he sudden gesture, Yondu patted you on the back comfortingly and returned the hug. Good thing he locked the door. He doubted that any of his crew would be bothered to wash their clothes this early, but still, it would halt the possibility of new rumors that he was "going soft on the Terrans." He honestly wasn't sure he'd sleep tonight if he had to scold you for crying to save face with his crew right now.

You pulled back almost as soon as you went in, straightening up and quickly wiping your eyes.

"Feel better?"

You nodded.

Yondu sighed, "What to do now..." he said thoughtfully. "Ya know, I never actually liked this whole 'rite of passage' thing, to be fully honest. Crew just gets too wound up. Yer not the first to have reservations 'bout it. Handful of lads have come to me over the years, confiding that they were nervous, but scared of being bullied by the rest of the crew if they didn't go through with it. I suspect there might have been more, but were too scared of lookin' weak to tell their captain. I guess I can understand that."

Surprised by this honesty, you asked, "What did they do?"

"Faked it. They'd go on shore leave, pay a whore to put on a good loud show, yelling and banging on the walls 'n stuff, then lap up the congratulations of the rest of the crew for 'becoming a man.'"

You were further surprised that any of the the crew would have been that open with their captain to admit faking it. "Really?" you ask. "They told you about it after?"

"Who d'ya think told 'em to do it?" Yondu said, huffing a laugh out his nose.

That makes you smile, though you aren't quite sure why. After a moment of thought you say, "If you don't like the whole thing, why don't you stop it?"

Yondu sighed. "I don't think I could if I tried. It's widespread over all 100 Ravager factions. Doubt it do well to tell one faction they couldn't participate. Enough of them look forward to it they'd probably riot." Yondu laughed sardonically. "Not that I haven't thought about trying to steer the culture around it in a different direction. I can tell some of my older crew have the same thoughts, even if they won't admit it."

"How do you know if they never said?" you asked.

"The way they keep passing off horror stories as funny tales to the younger crew. Or did ya miss the story about how Vorker-"

"Nope! Heard it!" you cut him off suddenly. "I remember! I don't need to hear it again, please!" You held up your hands almost as if defending yourself from hearing it again, eyes wide. You most definitely did not need to hear a retelling of the time Vorker caught something very nasty off a girl he met on a job and the details that came with it. There were some rumors that it was how he really lost his eye, but you weren't sure of the truth behind those claims.

Yondu chuckled, patting you on the back. His expression changed when he said. "That's prob'ly what ya should do."

You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Fake it, I mean." he clarified. "Ya should wait til ya want to do it, with someone ya want, if that should ever happen. Not just go through with it to fulfill some dumbass rite of passage." He stared off into the space in front of him. "I can't really see another way to go 'bout it." he admitted. "If I called out for a change among the crew now they'd no doubt see the connection, think I was going soft 'cause yer the only girl here, and then it'd blowback on you. I ain't gonna let that happen." He gave you a look that you understood without him having to explain further. He actually cared about you, in a way similar to how he cared for Peter. He didn't want to see you hurt or bullied over something stupid like this.

You nodded in understanding, returning your gaze to the floor.

"Next shore leave is in a few days. I'll take care of it." Yondu said, his words surprising you.

"What?"

"Consider it a gift." he said, lightly punching you in the arm as he said, "Don't say I never gave ya anythin'."

"I don't understand?" you say, lightly laughing in confusion.

Yondu dramatically rolled his eyes and said, "Guess I gotta spell it out fer ya... I'll arrange for a "fake visit" from a nice whore-bot for ya. It actually costs more for them to fake it, if ya can believe it."

You stared at him, speechless. "I- thank you?" you finally say, blushing. You give him another quick hug.

"Ya, don't get used to it." he replied in his usual gruff fashion when you released him, but you knew better. The old softie.

Just then the machine buzzed, alerting that Yondu's clothes were finished washing. He stood from the table to switch them into a nearby dryer. Once done he turned back to face you. "Well, ya probably got other duties ya need to get to. Better get on 'em."

You smiled, giving him a mock-reluctant, "Yeah," before following him to the door.

You weren't expecting what happened next.

Yondu opened the door and exited, you following out behind. The hallway was no longer empty, and you heard the same young man from earlier, Rahi, call out from a group of two other Ravagers, "Ow Ow! Looks like she finally lost it to the Captain!"

No doubt he thought he was being funny, but he really, really, shouldn't have done that.

Yondu's whistle pierced the air, his arrow quickly finding its way to rest against Rahi's throat. "Ya wanna try that again?" Yondu growled.

Rahi couldn't find any words, just babbled out incoherent nonsense as he nearly shit his pants. The other two Ravagers in the group weren't laughing, just cowering with their friend afraid they'd be next once Yondu finished with him. Other crew mates standing within the hall also stopped to stare in stunned silence.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't run my arrow through ya for speakin' to yer captain like that? Even worse offense for implying I'd screw around with a child." Yondu's eyes were dark and full of rage. Even you were a bit frightened, enough to almost let the child comment slide, and you weren't even the target.

"Dude! He's so old! Ew!" you shout over to the terrified young Ravager, hoping to help the situation by making it clear that nothing like that was ever going to be a thing. And, if you were to be honest, slight payback for Yondu calling you a child.

Yondu whipped his head around to you, and you caught a momentary expression of "You little shit!" before he said, "And don't ya forget it!"

He turned back to Rahi. "I'm waiting." he said, still glowering and crossing his arms expectantly.

Rahi was still busy freaking out. It looked like he was about to cry. He eventually managed to squeak out a, "I'm sorry!" among his pleas for Yondu not to kill him.

Yondu called back his arrow. "That's what I thought. For yer smart mouth you and the other two there are gonna wash the outside of the Eclector, and yer all gonna keep at it until the whole ship's clean." With a smug smile he added. "Guess yer all gonna miss out on shore leave."

This obviously didn't go over well with Rahi's friends, who were now glaring and smacking him at the back of his green head. The next shore leave after the upcoming one wouldn't happen for another 3 months.

"Ya heard me. Git going. And yer still all responsible fer yer other duties too." Yondu added.

The three young men begrudgingly started making their way past when Yondu stopped them again with an, "Ah, Ah, Ah." making them turn back, dreading what else he might have to add.

"I think ya better apologize to this young lady too, for thinking she'd want her first time to be with someone so old." He looked at you pointedly as he said this and you squinted back at him, a nervous giggle escaping your throat as you rubbed the back of your head. Shouldn't have spoke up and called your captain old, now he was going to have to make an example of you as well for mouthing off. "Yer gonna be cleaning out the brig for that one, missy." he said, loud enough for everyone else to hear. Had to make it look good, after all.

Rahi muttered out an apology before scurrying away with his now very irritated mates, but not before Yondu cried out after him with a, "I'm startin' to think some of ya are gettin' a lil' too wound up about this lil' rite of passage among ya young-ins. It'd sure be a shame if you were the reason I decided to put an end to it." He said this with a thick veil of warning. It was a threat, and one you hadn't expected to hear after the conversation you just had with him.

It was clear that no one else in hallway had expected to hear this from their captain either. Looks of shock were exchanged among the Ravagers in the hallway. Rahi and his buddies' eyes all widened in shock when his words finally sunk in and their scurry turned into a sprint to get away before they could make things even worse. That comment Rahi made had apparently pissed the captain off bad.

"What the rest of ya staring at?" Yondu said, startling the rest of the hallway dwelling crew into motion. "I know ya'll got shit to do, get on it!" He looked at you and cocked his head as if to say "Get moving." and you obeyed, making your way toward the brig to complete your extra cleaning duties.

Yondu did his best to hide a smirk as he made his way down to his quarters. He knew rumors would start spreading like wildfire about Rahi nearly causing Yondu to put an end to the rite of passage after that display. It was bound to piss more than a few of the younger crew off. He didn't care much for the lazy shit anyway, so it was better the crew think he was the reason for any upcoming changes rather than you, and if it succeeded in helping him end the whole culture around that particular thing, even better. They really did get too wound up about it.

***

The morning of shore leave came and you were nervous as hell. Yondu had pulled you aside the night before to let you know he had taken care of what he promised, and described the whore-bot he paid to help you fake it so you would know which one to accept. Still, even knowing it was taken care of you couldn't help the growing pit of nervousness in your stomach, though you did your best to hide it.

Since clearly the Eclector couldn't dock on the planet, being about a mile and a half long and all, Ravagers on shore leave would pool together on M-ships for the journey to and back, kind of like a funny buddy-system.

As per usual, you pooled in a ship with Yondu, Kraglin, and Peter along with Tullk, Oblo, and Horuz. Yondu and Kraglin sat up front to pilot, Tullk, Oblo and Horuz filled in the middle, while you and Peter got put in the back, as always.

While the older men laughed and carried on in front of you, you felt Peter nudge you in the arm. You looked over to see him looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "You ok?" he asked, having noticed how you were unusually quiet and fidgety.

"Yeah, I'm great." you lied, "Never better."

Peter rolled his eyes with a knowing smile. "Don't give me that. Are ya nervous?" he asked, obviously knowing full well what everyone expected you'd be doing on this shore leave. "You can tell me. I won't tell anyone."

You gave him a look, saying, "No!" before coming clean with a, "Fine. A little." as you turned your gaze down into your lap to fidget with your watch some more.

"It'll be ok," he assured, "I was a little nervous my first time, too," he admitted. Peter was a few years older than you at 20, and it was hard for you to picture him having been nervous about it, seeing as he now seemed to be trying to work his way through every cute girl in the galaxy.

"Really?" you asked, eyeing him skeptically.

"Yeah. I mean, I was still super excited, but I was a little nervous too. Those horror stories the older guys tell us really get to you."

You giggled with him, remembering what Yondu had told you the other day.

Peter continued, "But anyway, you're gonna be fine. But I did want to give you this." He pulled something out of his jacket pocket and handed it to you. It was a condom.

"Peter!" you whisper-shouted, blushing.

"Hey, if you're gonna do it, I wanna know you're being smart about it. Always use protection. Even with the Love-bots. Can't ever be too careful." He held his hand out more insistently.

You blushed harder and accepted the gift, even though you knew you wouldn't be needing it. "Thanks."

"Come on now, don't get all frowny on me. I'm just looking out for you." Peter teased, aiming a few pokes at your ribs, knowing it always got a good giggle or two out of you.

It worked. Giggles escaped your throat as you twisted in your seat and swatted at his hand, "Quit it!" you squeaked, but his mission was accomplished anyway, you were smiling now.

"There we go!" he teased, grinning at you.

"Shush!" you replied, sticking your tongue out at your friend and laughing when he flicked you in the arm for it. Soon enough the two of you were in a slap battle. You weren't really fighting, and neither of you struck with the intent to hurt (well, not much anyway) it was just how the two of you played sometimes. This carried on until you heard Yondu announce that you all had made it to your destination, and then the nervousness started to creep back into your belly.

Peter and you were the last off the ship. Yondu and the other men headed off, leaving the two of you to your own devices with calls to behave yourselves, but "not too much" *wink, wink, nudge, nudge*

You almost wished he had stuck around longer, but you knew he had already done his part. It would look weird if he stuck around to hold your hand, so to speak. You look to Peter, wanting to stall just a bit longer. "So, ya hungry?"

"Figured you'd want to get right to business," he teased. He knew you were probably stalling, but decided to go along with it anyway rather than abandon you straight away. You had been here before, but he knew this time was different. This time there was a pressure to do something new, and you had already admitted you were nervous about it.

"Uh, can't do it on an empty stomach," you say, forcing a smile.

He ruffled your hair. "Good point. I'm starving." He suggested you two grab some fries at the nearby bar inside the brothel (the whole place was the brothel, let's be honest) and you followed him.

When you both had finished you tried to think of something else to stall, maybe play some pool? However, you never got the chance, for a whore-bot with green hair and looking to be around your age came over to your table to greet you. It was the one Yondu told you to look for, and it asked if it could "show you a good time." You looked nervously at Peter who shot you a thumbs up while trying not to laugh. You glanced back at the bot and tentatively nodded, which Peter took as a sign to high-tail it out of there, leaving you alone. The bot asked for your ID, as you knew it would, and part of you wished you "forgot" it back on the ship, knowing that the bots were programed to refuse service to anyone under the age of 17 and required ID of younger-looking patrons to prove it.

After scanning your ID, the bot took you by the hand and flirtatiously led you across the room to a set of stairs. You began to hear some cheers as you ascended the stairs behind the bot and you were blushing too hard to even attempt to ham it up for their benefit.

Once in the room the bot turned to you. "I understand this isn't meant to be an ordinary engagement. Mr. Udonta left instructions to only perform counterfeit coitus, correct?"

You blushed and nodded, taken aback by the professionalism of the sex-bot, before wondering if you were being rude by assuming otherwise.

"Have you done this before?"

You shook your head, still blushing.

"It's alright. There's plenty of time to figure it out. I've been booked for three hours."

You sputtered. "Excuse me?!" you cried, trying not to be too loud. "Three-? What are we supp-"

The bot gave a laugh and held up its hand. "Do not worry, Miss. I was paid extra to deliver that joke. Mr. Udonta felt it would be very funny. I've only actually been booked for an hour, the standard amount of time."

You let a sigh of relief. You still felt that an hour was going to drag on, but at least it wasn't flarkin' three. "So, what do we do?"

The bot took your hand again and led you to the large bed in the center of the room. "Lie down here." You looked at the bot nervously and it clarified. "The noises will be more realistic if both our weights are on the bed."

You did as the bot instructed and it climbed over you. "I understand this may be awkward, but I'll ask that you trust the process. I will do this," the bot began to rhythmically rock its body back and forth, each rock ending in its hands hitting the headboard and making it knock into the wall behind it. "and then you can start making moaning sounds, you can repeat after me." The bot then started moan, encouraging you with a gesture of its hand when you were too busy blushing to follow the lead. You did your best to mimic the sounds. "We shall continue like this for 10 minutes, and then rest." the bot instructed, ushering you again with more hand gestures when you paused to give it a puzzled look.

After several minutes the bot prompted you to get louder, and then louder again still a few moments after. You realized it was coaching you to simulate you approaching the climax and you got nervous again, not knowing what to do when "that moment" was meant to happen. The bot read your face and told you to relax, just follow it's lead as it thumped against the wall faster and it moaned louder.

You followed its lead until it told you to make a last few loud "Oh's!" and then it began to slow its thumping before coming to a stop.

Whoops and laughter could be heard from the bar outside the door shortly after, and you blushed harder as the bot crawled off of you. "We will now have a few minutes of rest before beginning another simulation."

You sat up. "So we'll just keep repeating like this until the time's up?" you asked.

"Not quite," answered the bot. "We'll change things up a bit, different positions, different sounds, helps to keep it interesting."

"This seems like a lot of work?" you say.

"Yes, well we're paid to put on a show here. Might as well ensure it's convincing," the bot answered with a shrug and a smile.

You winced as you realized you could hear similar noises you had just faked coming from the rooms next to yours and then more whooping and cheering once they, too, stopped. "The walls are kinda thin in here, huh?" you say awkwardly.

The bot smiled sympathetically, "It seems that way, but not really. Only the louder noises make it out. Normal conversation levels are typically left unheard from outside the rooms, so you're clear to speak freely if that was a concern."

"Good to know," you say. You honestly had been a little concerned about that. "So, do we just sit around then?"

"I could give you a massage, if you'd like."

"That... actually sounds really nice. Sure, thank you." You accept the offer, realizing you could use a little stress reliever. "What's your name, by the way?" you ask, feeling a bit guilty for not having asked the bot's name before then and wondering if you should feel silly about that or not.

"You may call me Finn," the bot answered, not seeming fazed in the slightest. "Would you prefer to remove your clothes or leave them on?" The bot- Finn- motioned for you to turn around to give it access to your back.

"Um, clothes on, please?" you say, reaching for your zipper. "But I'll take off my jacket."

"Alright." The bot said, it's tone not caring in the slightest, and you supposed it very likely didn't care one way or another. It went straight to work, starting slow by gathering your hair and pulling it back and up almost as if it were going to tie your hair in a ponytail, but instead of securing an elastic it just repeated this motion a few more times. It was actually very relaxing, and it made you wish you had someone around to play with your hair more often.

With a final gentle tug the bot moved one hand to your forehead while the other worked at the back of your neck, kneading where the nape of your neck met your skull, making you close your eyes and sigh deeply.

To your delight the bot then threaded its fingers through your hair, scratching gently at your scalp. A soft hum escapes you as you stopped yourself from leaning into to touch out of shyness, and you almost let out a whine when the scratching stopped. However, you were soon soothed by the bot beginning to knead into your neck and shoulders.

You had just barely stopped yourself from moaning once when the bot then pressed into another spot that made it impossible to not make a sound, though you tried. Finn speaks up. "Let yourself relax fully," the bot encouraged. "It's alright to allow yourself to be noisy here, may even work to your benefit under the circumstances."

You giggled slightly and blushed. Finn was right, after all. If there were any time to just let go and relax it would technically be here and now. Before you could think much further Finn had dragged the knuckles of each thumb up each side of your spine with just the right amount of pressure to coax a genuine moan out of you, surprising you as it happened. You had never really realized before just how much stress your work as a Ravager took out on your back. You began to wonder if these Love-bots were also designed to be professional masseuses, because Finn seemed to know exactly what they were doing, and it was amazing.

Finn ended the massage a bit later by working back up your back and working their fingertips back into your hair for a last bit scalp massage.

You were almost disappointed when it ended, but when it was over you turned to look at the Love-bot. "Thank you, that was really nice." you say.

"Anytime." Finn smiled. "We still have twenty minutes left, shall we begin another simulation?"

You sighed. "I suppose. He paid for an hour, might as well act like I'm using it." You smiled, not feeling quite as bitter about the situation anymore after the massage. Finn really did have magic fingers. Or state of the art massage programing. Probably the latter.

"Indeed." Finn answered. "After all, there are no refunds."

You let out a slight chuckle at the bot's bluntness. "Alright, so what now?"

The next simulation involved you both standing on the edge of the bed with the wall to hold your balance as you bounced slightly up and down to make the bed squeak. The bot encouraged your to make similar noises as before, but to also throw out some curses, like, "Oh! Fuck!" It even did the same, occasionally calling out a "Yes! Right there! Oh, yes!" that made you raise an eyebrow. You had to fight from giggling the whole time at the situation. It was pretty funny after all. You were both jumping on the bed like children.

When that simulation had finished you sat down on the bed and looked at Finn. "Do you guys... er...-bots?... feel anything?" you asked, referring to the language the bot had used earlier. "Or are you just supposed to say stuff like that as an act?"

"We don't have nerve endings, and therefore we don't really 'feel things' like you might, but there are certain sensors that can be activated during a session with a client and prompt a correct response. However, as this session is only a simulation, I suppose you can call my dialogue 'acting.'"

You half-grinned when the realization of the bot's words hit you. "Are you saying... you're like a 'sexy' arcade game?" you say, trying not to giggle, before becoming suddenly afraid that might have been offensive. "I mean- obviously you're not a toy- I mean- I didn't mean to offend you."

The bot chuckled. "There's no need to worry. There are certain similarities, one could see how you might draw that conclusion."

You blushed again and attempted to change the subject. "So... what are we going to do with the last simulation?"

"You have a couple options. We can simulate against the door, or we can simulate bending over the bed. We could also simulate oral, but the noises you made during the massage more or less already worked in its favor."

You blushed at that. You already knew the door was out of the question, as you had an admittedly irrational fear that it might pop open as you were faking the deed. "We can try over the bed."

"Very well. This one will require less movement of you, you may remain seated there." Finn said as they stood up and moved to stand with their legs between your own. "This one may also be a bit awkward," the bot warned, "as it requires thrusting into the bed on my part. Ready?"

You nodded hesitantly and the bot began a steady rhythm of motion against the bed, making it creak.

The bot was right. This was more awkward, and you were grateful when it was finally over with about five minutes to spare.

You stood from bed and grabbed your jacket. "Thanks. This wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be." you said truthfully. In fact, you really almost thought you'd come back if for no other reason than to get another back rub.

"You still have five more minutes, is there anything else I can do for you today?"

You smiled shyly and said, "Well, I won't argue if you play with my hair again..."

***

You were of course greeted with congratulatory cheers and high-fives when you exited the room along with the other few crew mates who had recently come of age... and had still been allowed to attend shore leave that is. R.I.P Rahi and his friends. (They hadn't died, but you can bet they were probably really regretting pissing Yondu off.)

A few fellow Ravagers bought you some congratulatory drinks and the rest of the night seemed to fly by.

Eventually you caught back up with Peter and shortly after that Yondu announced it was time to head back, which of course received some disappointed grumbling among the crew. However, nobody argued, knowing it might cost them their next shore leave if they got "fussy like toddlers" as Yondu would say.

You and Peter got back to the ship to find Tullk and Oblo already there waiting. Horuz showed up just after and sighed to see Yondu and Kraglin weren't there yet. Yondu and Kraglin were the only ones with keys to Yondu's M-ship, so you all had to stand outside and converse among yourselves as he took his sweet time getting there.

He was probably just paying the Sneeper woman who owned the place and would be there any minute, but 'any minute' still felt like forever when it was cold.

Eventually he and Kraglin did show up and unlock the ship so you could all get in.

Once inside the ship and mostly everyone had strapped in Kraglin called back to you from the co-pilots seat with tipsy laughter in his voice. "So d'ya have fun? Feel any different? Any horror stories to add to the list?" He looked teasingly at Oblo and Oblo flipped him the bird.

Yondu swatted at him, saying, "Aw, leave the girl alone," but there was also laughter in his scolding, so he wasn't that serious.

You answered anyway. "Ya. Had a blast, Kraglin. Smooth sailing. Just a little sleepy."

This made the other men chuckle, though you weren't entirely sure why, although you could guess.

Yondu piped up. "If she falls asleep Quill's gotta carry her in."

Peter scoffed with a laugh. "Why do I gotta?" he said, before turning to you to add. "You better not fall asleep then."

"Well if you fall asleep I ain't carrying you in! Probably break my back if I tried. You can just stay sleeping in the ship." you laughed back.

"Why you little!" Peter cried out with a grin, aiming to poke you in the ribs, but you dodged him, returning a swat of your own to his arm. And, like on the way over, the two of you were engrossed in another slap battle. The others just let you two carry on, busy with their own conversations and laughing amongst themselves.

Eventually you and Peter did tire yourselves out and Yondu chuckled to the other men when after docking the ship he noticed you had both fallen asleep, curled up in your respective seats. Oblo snapped a picture, cooing, "Aw look! Ain't that precious!"

"Send that to me." Yondu said with a grin. "Might blow it up, hang it in the Mess Hall." This earned a laugh from the others. He looked at Tullk with a grin before exiting the ship. "Ya better wake 'em. I'm sure as hell not carryin' them to bed."

***

The next morning Yondu was alone in his quarters when he decided to call up Stakar.

After a few rings Stakar's face comes up on the screen, and the two men give a Ravager salute in greeting before Stakar asks what's brought Yondu to call him.

"I wanna talk to ya about that whole coming of age and having sex thing."

Stakar raised an eyebrow. "What about it?"

"Younger crew just get too wound up about it. It ain't healthy." Yondu responded.

Stakar still looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"Ya know what I mean." Yondu said firmly. "They get all wound up like it's the most important thing in the world, and it's because everyone makes a big old deal outta something silly like that."

"It hasn't been a problem before?" Stakar said thoughtfully. "What's changed? It's that Terran girl isn't it? Of course. She just came of age." Stakar shook his head. "I don't care what you say, you're soft on her and Peter. You can't get attached and let them influence your judgement like that, Yondu."

"No, it ain't like that," Yondu said, trying to cover his ass and continuing before Stakar can interrupt him. "It's got nothin' to do with them. I just can't have my crew bullying their mates just cause they don't wanna fuck yet or lettin' the whole thing get to their heads makin' them all disrespectful-like. Almost had to keel-haul a few boys who suddenly thought they were big enough to start disrespecting their captain over it."

Stakar looked at him suspiciously. "No, we can't have that... What do you propose then? It's not like we can stop them. You tell young people they can't do something, they're only gonna do it more."

"I know that- Look. I'm not sayin' we do away with it entirely. I could care less what they do on shore-leave. But we can maybe make them realize it's not such a big damn deal. Ya know, slow-like. Maybe they'd stop getting so wound-up about it." Yondu said, quickly adding, "If they're less focused on that maybe they'd work harder."

Stakar thought for a bit. Yondu was right, he thought. He had noticed the younger crowd getting a bit wound up about it, and sometimes they did let the excitement get ahead of their duties... "Maybe you're right," he conceded. "If it's affecting their jobs maybe we should try and change the culture around it... I'll talk with some of the other captains and get back to you."

Yondu grinned and nodded. "All I ask."

***

You felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. It was the day after shore-leave and no one had brought up how you "Became a woman" at all. It was as if the previous week's excitement had been completely forgotten, and you couldn't be happier.

You did notice in the following days that Rahi seemed to be getting a bit of flack. He hadn't been particularly well liked before, always trying to push his duties off on other crew mates or blaming others for things he had broken, but now he was practically a pariah. Even his buddies didn't seem to want much to do with him, though that could be because they were still mad that they had been dragged under into his punishment despite not having done anything to deserve it other than be with him at the time.

You almost felt bad for him until Peter explained that along with the 'written' rule that Ravagers don't deal in kids; harming or forming inappropriate relationships with children and teens (i.e: having sexual relations with younger crew) was also a HUGE no-no. Even worse if the offender is someone high-ranking. Rahi, though he just thought he was being funny, had more or less unwittingly falsely accused Yondu of breaking that part of the code with the joke he made, hence why Yondu had been so offended and pissed. Peter was honestly surprised Yondu had let him live after that.

He also added that no one wants to be around someone who thinks it's funny to make those particular jokes. Real accusations of that nature are taken very seriously among Ravager Clans, so if someone is found to just be flippantly saying crap like that, the general feel is that it makes it harder for real victims to be heard, so the crew will tend to shun the offender to make it clear that behavior isn't acceptable. And well, if the offender didn't learn their lesson pretty quick and get back into the good graces of their captain and crew, they'd quickly find themselves to be cannon fodder.

Even Ravagers know there's a line between raunchy and unacceptable.

There may have also been the matter that when Yondu had said "I'm startin' to think some of ya are gettin' a lil' too wound up about this lil' rite of passage among ya young-ins. It'd sure be a shame if you were the reason I decided to put an end to it." much of the crew, after the rumor had gotten twisted up a bit via game of telephone, had taken it to mean that Rahi had almost gotten shore-leave taken away from everyone- forever. And well, that just didn't sit right with a lot of folks. It was a final nail in the coffin, if you will.

However, what you didn't know was about Yondu's conversation with Stakar.

Stakar did go talk to the other captains, and more than a few did finally admit similar instances among their younger ranks after having heard through the grapevines about a giant stink a lad called Rahi had caused on Udonta's ship. They admitted to instances of bullying, pressure, and disrespect occurring and directly related to the particular rite of passage and collectively agreed with Yondu that a change surrounding the culture could be beneficial, much to Yondu's surprise, and also his relief.

He never did tell you about his conversation with Stakar, though he was sure you may start to suspect if everything went well and things started changing regarding that particular aspect of life. As long as no one else had to feel like he saw you feeling that night in the laundry, he'd be happy.

You had come to his quarters the day after the visit to Contraxia, knocking almost as soon as he had hung up with Stakar. You had wanted to thank him him for helping you, both with the advice and with the Love-Bot. You told him how you felt so much better after having that talk with him, and how you no longer felt broken.

He'd never say, because screw sentiment, but it warmed his heart to know he helped you realize there was nothing wrong with you, that you had never been damaged. You two parted with a hug and he let you know to not be afraid if you needed to come to him about stuff like that in the future, just not to make a habit of telling the others lest they accuse him of going soft.

You were his little girl, something else he never intended to say out loud, because again, screw sentiment. He felt a responsibility for your well-being, even if you could be a little shit like Peter sometimes.

Ah, fuck sentiment. He knew you two were his kids, and he was damn proud.

***

About a week after shore leave you and Peter happened across Yondu outside the Mess Hall doors as you were heading in for supper.

"Hey, look! It's Terran One and Terran two!" Yondu said, oddly loudly.

"Um, hi?" You gave him an odd look. "What's up?"

"Now why would ya think somethin's up? Can't a captain greet his crew outside the Mess Hall before dinner?"

'Something's definitely up.' you thought, sharing a glance with Peter who was clearly thinking the same thing. "Are we in trouble? Did we do something?" Peter chuckled nervously. He didn't know about you, but he had maybe definitely rigged a supply closet in the control room with some firecrackers, and he wasn't sure if some poor soul (probably Kraglin) had already fell victim to it, meaning he was about to be in hot water.

You were also grinning nervously. You didn't know about Peter's firecrackers, but you had also maybe definitely hidden some poppers under the cushion of Yondu's desk chair that morning when he was busy on the other side of the ship, but you weren't going to just turn yourself in without more information, now were you?

"I dunno, you tell me." Yondu said, smirking. "Are you in trouble? Ya'll got a guilty conscience?"

You and Peter shared a nervous glance. You both knew you both were most definitely guilty of something, however you two had a code. Never turn yourself in, and never turn your buddy in. You looked back at Yondu, suppressing a nervous giggle. "No? I don't think so?"

Kraglin then came outside the Mess Hall doors to stand with Yondu. Kraglin had a big shit eating grin on his face, almost as if he were trying not to laugh when he saw you and Peter there.

Yondu threw him a glance which Kraglin returned with a nod. You noticed this and you exchanged another look with Peter. Something was definitely up. This felt like a trap.

"Well, what're ya waiting for? Get in there and grab some supper!" Yondu ordered, grinning strangely. He opened the door for you- oh shit something was absolutely up here.

You and Peter eyed him suspiciously but obeyed, entering the Mess hall without a word.

Once inside you noticed the rest of the crew inside were all oddly quiet, all staring at the two of you with grins and some suppressing giggles behind their hands. You heard the doors shut behind you and turned to see Yondu and Kraglin standing in front of them, both donning the biggest shit eating grins of all time.

"Cap'n has a surprise for you guys, d'ya- do ya like it?" Kraglin asked, trying to suppress his own giggles.

You heard Peter exclaim a, "Oh hell no!" and you turned to see what had caught his attention, noticing the crew had finally broke out into loud raucous laughter around you.

Hanging high on the wall about 10 feet to the right of the Mess Hall entrance doors was a humongous blown up photo of you and Peter. It was the photo you guys didn't know Oblo had snapped when you returned from Contraxia. It showed the two of you each curled up asleep in your respective seats of Yondu's M-ship. Peter was sucking his thumb. You were cuddling one of Yondu's softer dash toys.

You both paled as you stared up at the giant poster hung high on the wall. Hung conveniently high enough that neither of you would be able to reach it to rip it down, although Peter made a few good attempts.

Your eyes narrowed at your captain as he approached you, his laughter matching that of the crew. He pulled you towards him and ruffled your hair as he asked. "What's the matter? Ya don't like yer surprise?"

You glared up at him as Peter was now climbing up on a chair in a vain attempt to reach and pull the photo down. "This so means war, blue man!"

"Don't pick fights ya can't win, pipsqueak." Yondu laughed. "Consider this payback for those poppers in my chair, and ya can tell Peter this is for those firecrackers in the supply closet."

You sighed and punched him in the arm, but he only laughed and pulled you in close to ruffle your hair again, "Oh lighten up! Ya don't really expect me to just let my kids have all the fun, huh?"

You jerked your head towards him with a surprised expression, and it seemed it was only then he realized what he had said. Grateful that no one else would have heard it over his noisy crew he attempted to backtrack. "Uh, don't read too much into it." he said, clapping you on the back and announcing to Kraglin that he was going to grab some food. Kraglin, who was busy laughing at Peter, who had seemingly given up his attempts to rip down the photo in favor of walking dejectedly back over to you, nodded and joined his Captain in obtaining some supper.

Peter and you turned to face the photo again, the laughter from the crew still not having died down. Peter spoke first. "This means war, right?"

"Definitely. I had already set up a dye pack in Yondu's shower earlier. He'll be a weird shade of purple by morning," you affirmed with a grin.

"Nice. We gotta get one on Kraglin too."

"Absolutely," you reply. "After supper?"

"Yeah. After supper." Peter agreed.

The two of you made your way to get your supper, ignoring the laughs and teases of the other Ravagers along the way and discussing further options of getting Yondu and Kraglin back for this.

He may be like a father to you two, but that didn't mean he'd get off easy.

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Hell Above-Chapter Thirteen

PAIRINGS: Hwang Hyunjin x Female Reader

WARNINGS: Series contains mature content. read at your own discretion. Mafia!AU, explicit language, murder, fighting scenes, abuse, pregnancy, family issues, mild abuse, angst, 18+

WORD COUNT: 4K

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A Match Into Water

“He’s lying.”

You stood in the hospital room, arms crossed, biting down on your thumb as Felix spoke. All five of you had come to Jeongin’s side the morning after you reconnected with Hyunjin. The conversation left you shaken.

“What do you mean? Your father killed mine. That has always been --”

“My father didn’t order that massacre. He wasn’t aware about it until after it was done.”

“Well, if not your father then who…”

“Chan’s father. He carried out the massacre…”

You felt your head grow dizzy and Hyunjin held you tighter in fear that you were overwhelmed. And you were.

“Why didn’t your father… I mean..how could it have been..”

“I don’t know. Their relationship is so rocky, but I think my father had taken the blame for it, to protect my uncle.”

You stood there, mind airy. Heart weakened. All this time, you believed that it was Hyunjin’s father who had slain your parents. That he murdered your

, in cold blood. The gruesome murder that had no respect for human life. And not only you, but you aunts and uncles all died in the same house.

You had just come clean to everyone as Minho and Seungmin were sitting down watching as all of you were debriefing from the new found information.

“Why would I lie?” Hyunjin spoke up at Felix as he stood next to you.

It was a moment. All of you in the face of a Hwang, a mortal enemy. Felix growing timid to the new found information that this relationship was extremely real, your pregnancy, everything in between. Now being told that his mother died at the hands of another Hwang.

“Why would he lie to me?” You asked Felix who looked at you distressed. You pleaded through your eyes to have some kind of civilized conversation.

“It doesn’t make sense, the massacre was done by the Hwang Family. Hyunjin’s father was the leader.” Felix continued at you.

“Obviously it’s a touchy subject for everyone,” Seungmin chimed in removing Felix’s attention from you and Hyunjin to him as you looked up at Hyunjin who looked at you.

“I just don’t understand..” Jeongin spoke over the tension and you looked at him as he spoke.

“What don’t you understand?” Minho asked.

“If Chan’s father carried out the attack, then why did grandfather tell us that it was Hyunjin’s father?” Jeongin’s words made your heart stop.

“Well, my father took the blame..” Hyunjin began and you stared at the floor feeling the blood in your veins run cold.

“But grandfather survived the massacre. He was in the mansion at the time. He was the only one who survived.” Jeongin innocently stated and you felt anxious and jittery.

Jeongin was beginning to shed light on a new found idea. Why was your grandfather the only one to have survived that massacre? Why did you grow up believe Hyunjin’s father killed your own? If your grandfather was there, wouldn’t he have known who would have committed a crime? Or has he been innocent all this time?

Something in the pit of your stomach was telling you to go. To go find out. The truth was itching at you and you looked up at Jeongin and then turned to Hyunjin.

“I have to go.” You said as you walked out of the hospital room and Hyunjin called out from behind you.

You started walking towards the exit as you felt a hand grab yours suddenly pulling you back around. Hyunjin’s soft face looked at yours as you looked at him, mind completely taken over by your new found mission.

“Where are you going?” Hyunjin’s voice brought you back into your center, his large hand caressing your cheek softly as you looked up at him. He was so intoxicating, he could remove all the toxins of the world around you and make you feel light. You smiled softly and nudged into his hand.

“To see your father.”

He pulled back slowly looking at you changing his epiression. “What?”

“Hey!” Minho’s voice came from behind Hyunjin’s body as you both looked at him, “What’s going on?”

Minho looked at you, “ Where are you going?”

“I need to go find out the truth.” You sternly said.

“My father won’t speak to you Y/N. He is very--” Hyunjin began and you grabbed his hand comfortingly and smiled.

“But he will speak to you. Come with me.” You then looked at Minho, “You too.”

“Go to the Hwangs? Are you crazy?” Minho asked shockingly.

“Hyun-Woo knows more than he’s sharing. And for the sake of myself and…” You looked down at your stomach, “ and my family. I need to know.”

The two stood silent in front of you and you sighed.

“None of us asked to be here. We have a chance to create peace with my family. I will stop at nothing to make sure peace is established. “ You stated and Hyunjin gripped your hand harder as you turned your gaze to him.

“Okay. We will come.”

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Hyunjin drove up on the gravel road as you stared at the large extravagant home that pulled your vision and caught you in a mouth agape.

“Wow…” you whispered at the beauty of the home.

“Pretty right?” Hyunjin chuckled and you nodded.

“You grew up here?” you looked at him and Hyunjin sighed.

“I promise you it wasn’t as great as you may think it was.”

Once Hyunjin made a completely stop in front of the large stairs of the mansion, men with assault rifles began to take a stance as Hyunjin turned the car off. He shifted to you and Minho and nodded.

“Stay with me. Give them your guns. They won’t hurt you.” You nodded at Hyunjin and Minho agreed as all three of you opened up the doors and you stepped out of the car.

“HANDS UP!” A soldier yelled pointing his rifle at you and Minho. You obliged to the soldier as Hyunjin began to clear the air.

“They are with me. Lower your weapons.” Hyunjin demanded and the soldier looked at him in confusion, slowly backing away from you and Minho as you inhaled deeply.

“Give them your weapons.” Hyunjin demanded and you side eyed him. You lowered your hands as he walked over to you and leaned his head down at you, “Keep your hands up.”

Hyunjin’s hand patted you down over your sides until they landed on your holster, above your guns and you smiled at him. He leaned in closer and whispered in your ear.

“Don’t crumble under my touch so quickly Ms. Lee.”

“Don’t underestimate my self control Mr. Hwang.” You winked at him as he removed your weapon, and removed the magazine and handed it to a soldier.

Minho looked over to you and leaned over, “Is he going to do that to me?:

You glared at Minho as he snickered before lowering his hands to grab his own gun to hand it to the soldiers.

Hyunjin nudged the both of you up the stairs as you followed him throughout the large mansion. You walked through the long hallways of the Hwang mansion, taking in the atmosphere of a world you had never been so exposed to. Large paintings of the generations of leaders and families of the Hwang family coated the gold accent interiors. You looked at Minho who was also taking in all of the sight and you sighed. Hyunjin looked back at you as you two began to approach the large door.

Hyunjin stopped and looked at the both of you as he groaned a bit.

“Don’t mention the pregnancy. Or our relationship. I don’t know how he might….react.”

You looked closely at Hyunjin and he smiled at you as he turned to knock on the door.

“Come in” A faint low voice came from the inside and Hyunjin pushed open the door to reveal a beautifully crafted and lit office space, with Hyun-Woo sitting at his desk, completely indulging in an assignment. He looked up quickly and glanced at Hyunjin but then reacted faster when he realized Hyunjin wasn't alone. He stood up and grabbed the glasses of his face as his face grew worrisome.

“Lee Y/N. Are you here to finish what you began?” Hyun-woo asked and you looked at him innocently.

“I am not here to harm you or your family. I come seeking answers.”

Hyun-woo shifted his gaze to Hyunjin and looked at him confusingly, “You brought them here?”

“There’s alot of misunderstanding father. We just want to set the record straight.”

“What record?” Hyun-woo’s voice grew stern and you stepped forward.

“The massacre of Lee Won-Shik. Were you there?” You asked and Hyun-woo looked at you and inhaled deeply squinting his eyes at you.

“Father, please.” Hyunjin asked almost craving the answer as much as you.

Hyun-woo cleared his throat, “ No. I wasn’t”

“It was your brother. Chan’s father, wasn’t it?” Minho asked and Hyun-Woo walked over to the front of his desk slowly and nodded his head.

“Why are you asking?”

“MY grandfather used me to take out revenge against your family, by murdering Hyunjin. You took the blame so I needed to know if what he saw that night was true or not.”

“I wondered the same thing, when Yeji told me about everything. Why your grandfather grew so obsessed as to harm my own flesh and blood when it wasn’t I who slayed his son.” Hyun-woo looked at you and you were entranced into the story.

“Your father spoke of peace. Unification between all the families of the network. His goal was to include The Hwangs and end generations of hatred and senseless murder. We spoke briefly about setting up a meeting to discuss options for growth. I was interested in building peace. Both families were strong economically, and power. But the next thing I knew, your father was reported dead. The whole family nearly gone.

“Except..” you whispered.

“Your grandfather.” you and Minho exchanged a gaze and you furrowed your brows.

“He survived the massacre though.” You stated.

“Without a scratch on his body.” Hyun-woo said and you were taken aback.

:That can’t be true, he has a --”

“Gunshot wound scar in his side? Not from the massacre.” Hyun-Woo stated.

“So why did you cover for uncle?” Hyunjin spoke and Hyun-Woo sighed and looked at him.

“I was the leader at the time, I represented the Hwang family and it was my duty. But, I did not agree with the massacre. I didn’t know that Won Shik birthed a child and that she would be standing here with my son.”

You looked at Hyunin who looked back at you and Hyun Woo cleared his throat again.

“Y/N. There’s a lot of history and information I think has been suppressed from you. I advise you to go to your grandfather and ask him about all of this.” Hyun-Woo spoke and you shook your head.

“Are you implying that my grandfather has lied to me?”

“ I am implying that your grandfather has played far too many parts in your disaster than you realize.”

You looked at Minho and back to Hyun-Woo. You nodded in gratitude and you glanced at Hyunjin as he nodded as you left the room with Minho, both of you in the same mindset. Once outside the door you exhaled.

“Minho, grandfather certainly could not have lied to us, right? He wouldn’t put Jeongin through that.” You almost felt sick at the thought of that man and Minho paced slowly.

“Hyun-Woo is also suspicious. We need to go to Grandfather’s chambers.”

“We cannot go there. It’s off limits to anyone.” You spoke and Minho gripped your shoulders firmly.

“He’s hiding something. Think about it Y/N. Nothing is adding up anymore.”

Hyunjin then opened the door to the study and joined your two in the hallway. He looked ghostly and you grew worried as you walked to him and let your hands caress his neck.

“Are you okay?” You asked as Hyunjin looked into your eyes, and he leaned in to place a small peck on your lips.

“Never been better.” He smiled at you and you nodded kissing him again softly.

“Minho and I are going to go to grandfather’s chambers. I think you should stay behind for this one.” You advised and Hyunjin face grew understanding mixed with worry.

“I’ll drive you both. Let’s go. “

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You and Minho began to walk up the dark hallways that lead to the chamber. Ahead you saw two guards outside the door and you grew incredibly nervous as many memories returned to your mind of the hallways and the office you were approaching. The guards began to take a defense stance as you two had neared and you paused.

“Y/N what’s wrong?” Minho asked and you looked at him in fear. You felt all the inner child feelings grow of being afraid to walk any closures and the guards were also prepared to place bullets between your eyes.

“I can’t.. Minho...I can’t-” Minho grabbed your hand and looked at you.

“No… you can. You have. And you will, understand?” Minho then slid his hand to your gun and you glanced down and watched him cock your weapon in your holster. You looked back at him and he nodded and you pressed your lips together. You sighed and you two began walking as you watched the guards step closer.

“Grandfather is not here. Please leave.”

“When will he be back?” Minho slyly asked and the guard cocked his head and Minho quickly reached for his gun and a sound of gunshots began going off as Minho leaned and grab the gun from the mans hand and elbowed him in the side of his head as the guard fell to the ground and Minho aimed his gun to place a bullet in the head of the guard. The other guard was unable to react as quickly after he aimed his weapon at you and you grabbed it, causing the trigger to be pulled and a shot fired ringing in your ears. You elbowed the man in the gut as he tried to fight you off. Minho then kicked the man from the side as you grabbed the gun from your holster and shot the man from the back, the bullet striking the back of his neck and he fell down instantly. You were breathing heavily and Minho looked at you and panicked.

“Quick, we have no time.” You two walked to the door and tried to budge it open, finding it to be locked.

“Fuck.” You cursed and you pushed Minho back, “Step back.”

You aimed your gun and fired a few shots against the side of the door where the lock was and used the force of your leg to kick the door open. Once the door slammed opened, you and Minho walked in and you saw the emptiness of the office. You looked at the duskiness of the book shelves and the dust collecting on the seats as Minho made his way to grandfathers desk and began rusting through the drawers and the papers.

“God this man doesn’t do anything but bitch and moan. Why does he have so much shit on his desk?” you heard Minho groan.

Your mind was taken to all the memories of you crying on the floor. Screaming echoing the office. You touched your face as you remembered every strike, kick, spit. This wasn't a chamber, or an office. It was your own personal torture dungeon, a piece of your hell. Your whole life created here, in this dungeon. Your purpose and your hiding created behind the walls of this underground place. You wish you could rewind the clocks and hold the small girl who was at the edge, walking on shattered glass.

“Y/N..” Minho’s voice pulling you back to reality, his face pushing you into a dark hole.

You walked over to him at the desk and you saw his eyes glance at you and down at the folder.

“Look at this.”

You looked down and saw photos and letters. Back and forth conversations and messages. Exchanges. Information about you, Jeongin, Minho, Seungmin, and Felix. All of you were exposed. To Yeji.

“He hired her…” You spoke softly and looked up at Minho, “ He sold us out.”

Minho then bit his lip, holding a sheet in his hand, “He sold everyone out.”

You grabbed the sheet from Minho and a picture of your father’s dead body was painted on it as the photo read, “Completed.”

“No..”

Minho began rummaging through the papers where he found your father’s picture and then you two jumped when the door slammed shut and your grandfather looked at you two and cleared his throat.

You saw red. You felt your blood boiling, bubbling in your veins.

“You two know you’re not supposed to be here.” his voice was slow. Nonchalant.

“You.” You gritted. “You hired Yeji. You let her provoke me. YOU LET HER HURT JEONGIN!” You raised your gun at your grandfather and Minho looked at you.

“Y/N..” Minho whispered.

“I was testing you.” your grandfather began, “and you failed. Like your father.”

“What did you do to my father? I know Hyun-Woo didn’t kill him .” You stepped forwards and threw the picture of your father at your grandfather, “Tell me the truth.”

“I have spoken the truth.”

“BULLSHIT! HOW DID YOU SURVIVE THAT MASSACRE?! YOU LIED ABOUT HYUN-WOO. ABOUT YEJI.”

“Y/N..” Minho whispered.

“WHAT!” You yelled at Minho and he was holding a phone transcript. YOu snatched it and looked at it quickly.

‘Tomorrow night. I will gather the family at the mansion.”

‘We will be there at twenty-one hundred.”

“Leave no body alive”

You looked up at your grandfather and you felt tears brimming your eyes.

“You killed your family.” You softly said as your grandfather just stood there looking at you, “Your two son, and three daughter. MY MOTHER. YOU SOLD THEM OUT. YOU TRAITOR!”

You fired your weapon at your grandfather's shoulders and he groaned in pain as Minho tried to calm you down.

‘I’LL KILL HIM! I SWEAR TO GOD.” You screamed.

“YOU BITCH! Your father was pathetic and couldn’t lead this family. PEACE? UNITY? FOOLISH!”

“You killed my mother!” You cried.

“AND I RAISED YOU BUT YOU HAVE FAILED ME OVER AND OVER AGAIN.” Your grandfather held onto his shoulders as Minho finally felt you calm down.

“Minho should have been the leader. He is capable, smart and dedicated. He would have completed the mission. I always knew your birth was a mistake, begged your father to try again. I put you up to the test, One I knew you couldn’t completed. Of course you couldn’t kill that boy. Women. They catch feelings, act out on their emotions. The cannot lead a family of this caliber. YOU cannot lead this family. Especially now...as you are with child. A child that shares the blood of both Lee and Hwang. Blasphemous.” Your grandfather spat at you and your eyes widened.

“There is nothing that you can hide from me Y/N. And as long as I live, a baby that shares Hwang blood will not be born into this world.”

You looked at your grandfather, overwhelmed and shocked. You were heartbroken because you couldn't believe that this whole life of yours had also been a lie and controlled by this man. You felt the pain in the pit of your stomach.

“Minho.” Your grandfather sternly said. Minho looking at you gleaned over to your grandfather and nodded, “You will perform an execution of Y/N.”

“Grandfather I cannot....” Minho began and Grandfather roared.

“You will do as I SAY. The night of the battle, we will go into execution of the real traitor of this family. The network will not allow this baby to be born. I will not allow this. Death is our option.”

A/N Aaaaaaaand that’s it! JK, we are going into the final chapters. I hope you are all ready. As always thank you for reading, let me know how you feel! Love you all very much.

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Save Yourself - Chapter 12

Can't You See that All You've Got is Time?

Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Hey Fam, it's ya girl, Jamie. Chapter 12 is here and we're filled with Sadness! (woo!) *sarcasm*

But for reals, lots of feelings in this chapter and the next, but we get a very naked Dean Winchester, as well as protective Team Free Will. Timeline for this chapter is season 11 ep 22/23 (thus some scenes are 100% taken from the episodes, so they'll feel familiar). We're almost to Season 12 (one of my favs) so it's ramping up and I'm excited to write!

As usual shout out to my tag list (love you more then Dean loves pie). If ya want to be tagged, let me know! Otherwise enjoy!

Warnings: Sad feelings, you getting hurt, smut, end of the world, Amara, Everyone crying

Series Summary:

"I promise.” Those two words would trap you in a life you never wanted. You are an artist, a hunter, a Winchester. And yet the pain in Dean’s eyes as demanded you live the life he wants you live, you couldn’t say no. You met the Winchesters by chance, found out they were real people. And you figured it was a once in a life time thing, but then Dean called you, and so did a new job. Both leading to the life you wanted, a family that didn’t begin or end in blood and a once in a life time love. And he said leave it and him behind, forget. But you can’t.

Chapter Summary:

The world is ending. Which isn’t that big of a deal because you’re husband is Dean Fuckin Winchester. But battle plan A goes to shit, and battle plan B is well… the worst. Dean’s life changed when you walked in it, and now he’s forced to leave you. But you’ll be safe, and in the end, that’s all he wants.

Work apparently doesn’t slow down even in the face of the world ending. There’s so many new projects but it’s honestly a welcome distraction; otherwise you’d pace, and worry. Everything would be fine, it always was when it came to Dean and Sammy. They would save the world and all would be—

Your phone starts buzzing and you pounce on it.

“Hey Donny!” You smile.

“(Y/N), not a lot of time. Amara --- here, she --- to me ---- careful!” He whispers, immediately hanging up.

You would normally call Dean and send him to Donny, but he’s a little busy. You quickly start leaning up your desk and gathering your things when you hear something fall.

“Dean? Sam? Are you back already?” You shout from your desk. When you don’t get a slap on the ass or a smartass reply you look toward the door. Silence. You grab your gun and slowly make your way down the hall. A beam of light spills out from your bedroom and and it sounds like something is rummaging around. You slowly creep along the wall, trying to see inside.

“Who are you?” You demand, gun pointed at their back. They turn to face you and you know exactly who they are: Amara. You flick your eyes to what she has in her hand, Dean’s favorite picture of him and Mary.

“That’s not yours.” You cock the gun. She grins at you, her eyes cold like a shark.

“You’re smaller than I thought.” She slowly moves her gaze up and down your body.

“Get out.” You demand.

“And what are you going to do? Shoot me?” She laughs, and with the flick of her wrist you're pressed against the wall.

“You can’t kill me.” You laugh. She simply frowns, increasing the pressure on your chest. “Not if you want him to join you, which he won’t.”

“Yes he will.” She whines.

“If you kill me, that instantly turns anything he ever felt toward you off. Not even your power could stop that.”

“I can give him unlimited power. We can make the universe ours. What can you give him besides constant stress, worry, resentment.” She sneers in your face. “You’re nothing but a burden to him. I’ve felt what’s in his heart, seen what he truly desires and it isn’t you.”

“And you think it’s you?” You scoff.

“I know it’s me. And he knows it too.” She grins.

You squirm under her grip. Maybe he is better off without you. This whole time he’s been saying you’re safe away from him, but what if it’s the opposite? What if you are the one in the way?

“Oh, I was hoping you would put up a better fight than that, but I guess that’s just human weakness.” She puts her hand fully around your throat, and fear floods your body. You could die, right here. Leave Dean, Sam, your parents, your friends…

A voice, smooth as velvet catches Amara’s attention, and she lets you go, disappearing without a sound.

_______

I should get up, call… Dean… You think to yourself over and over. Except your body won’t move. Your fingers gently caress where she put her hand around your throat. She could have broken your neck or crushed your throat, or exploded you to bits…

“(Y/N)?” Dean frowns, peaking into every room as he walks down the hall. His voice breaks your trance and you shakily inhale, a sob erupting from your mouth.

“Baby, baby what happened? Are you hurt?” He frantically slams the door open, kneeling to look you over, finding nothing wrong with you physically. He takes your face in his hands, the distress sending his heart into overdrive. He quickly sits on the floor, shoving you into his lap so he can wrap his whole body around yours. Your arms automatically wrap around his shoulders, fingers latching into his back. You shudder like you’ve been crying, but no tears come surprisingly.

You don’t offer any information and Dean doesn’t press for any; he just gently rocks both of you back and forth.

“She was here.” You mumble into his shoulder. You feel him stiffen, but he doesn’t say anything. You sit for a few more deep breaths, and then you remember

“Donny!” You sit up right, unraveling yourself from Dean’s grip.

“(Y/N).” Dean taps your leg, catching your hand before you bolt out the door. “(Y/N), what the hell just happened?” He spins you to face him.

“I was on my way to help Donny, something happened to him. And then Amara came and I need to see-”

“Are you alright?” He takes your chin in his hand, his apple green eyes staring into yours.

“I am now.” You give him a small smile.

“Hey,” Sam walks in, a crooked little smile on his face until he sees you and Dean. “Is everything ok? (Y/N), what happened?” He grabs your free hand, his brows knitting together.

“Amara was here. Everything with me is fine.” You give his hand a squeeze.

“Well we do have bad news, but uh I figured you’d want to meet the King of Hell and a very powerful witch before we get to that.”

“That I do.” You smile at both the boys. Sam drags you by the hand out to the library where Chuck is joined by two others.

“(Y/N), this is Rowena '' He gestures to the petite redhead who gives you a small curtsy. “And Crowley.” He gestures to the stubby man dressed in a black suit.

“And who’s the wee lass?” Rowena grins at you, her eyes looking at you like a cat ready to pounce.

“Dean’s wife, and our good friend.” Cas answers as he rounds the corner.

“Cas?” You exhale, feeling all the air leave your lungs. He gives a small smile and you run to him, leaping into his outstretched arms. “Castiel, I’ve missed you.” You mumble into his chest.

“And I’ve missed you, and your prayers” He laughs into your hair.

“You’ve all gone soft.” Crowley spits in disgust.

“Don’t act like you hate Winchesters, Fergus. It doesn’t suit you.” You punch him in the arm. He rolls his eyes and takes another swig of his drink.

“I’m surprised Dean married you...” Rowena glances from Dean to Cas, but doesn’t finish her sentence.

“Should probably catch you up on the earth ending stuff.” Sam deflects, gesturing for you to move to the kitchen.

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“Fuck.” You lean against Dean. Sam went through all the details of their latest run in with Amara and Dean’s already three beers in.

“You know what? This isn't gonna be enough. I better make a run.” Dean comments, slamming an empty beer bottle onto the counter. “No reason to die sober, huh?” He looks between you, Sam and Cas. “You want to?” Dean gestures to Sam.

“No!” Sam sighs in frustration, frowning at his brother. Dean looks at you next, and you nod, earning another scowl from Sam. Maybe we can get whiskey… or rum...

“Be right back.” Dean jingles his keys and grabs his wallet.

“I'll stay here, find our Plan B.” Sam stomps off to the library.

“Okay. Cas, come on.” Dean waves him over, throwing his arm around you as the three of you walk to the impala.

“I’ll sit in the back.” You tell Cas, who simply nods before sliding into the passenger seat. Dean quickly pulls away from the bunker and starts towards the nearest liquor store. The radio is off, the only sound mixing with your breathing is that of the engine.

“How you doin’? You good? I mean, you know, the whole Lucifer thing.” Dean finally breaks the silence.

“I was just... so stupid.” Cas sighs.

“No.” You and Dean quickly correct.

“It wasn't stupid.” Dean continues. “You were right. You were right to let Lucifer ride shotgun. Me and Sam wouldn't have done that.” Dean looks at you in the rearview mirror, still peeved that you would have done it if given the opportunity. Guess that’s what he gets for always offering himself up for Sammy.

“Well, it didn't work.” Cas grumbles. You reach forward and squeeze his shoulder, as if Cas needs one more thing to beat himself up about.

“No, but it was our best shot, and you stepped up.” Dean compliments, and it takes you a bit by surprise. Normally Dean is pissed when any of you do something the Winchester Way.

“I was just trying to help.” Cas looks between you and Dean, catching your small smile.

“And you do help, Cas.” Dean sighs. Why is so bad at telling the people he loves that they’re doing good, that they’re the reason the world is still spinning?

“You know, sometimes me and Sam have got so much going on that...we forget about everyone else.” Dean admits, and you huff in amusement (earning a scowl).

“Well, you do live exciting lives.” Cas looks at you, laughing when you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, that's one word for it.” Dean laughs. “But you're always there, you know? You're the best friend we've ever had. You're our brother, Cas. I want you to know that.” He claps him on the shoulder as the car rolls up to the stop sign.

“Thank you.” Cas smiles. You beam at Dean, that’s some of the most honest words you think Dean has ever said out loud and you can't help but give him a big kiss on the cheek. He mumbles a “Thanks sweetheart” as he answers his phone.

“Hasn’t been the same without you.” You wrap your arms around Cas from behind, giving him a kiss on the cheek too.

“I’ve missed you three, probably more than I’ve ever missed anyone.” He smiles, moving a piece of hair out of your face.

“Yo. All right. We're on our way. Sam's got something.” Dean announces, throwing a quick u turn and speeding back to the bunker.

_______

“So, what now?” Cas asks. You all stand for a moment in silence, still processing that Billie was able to put enough souls in Rowena’s bomb that it could actually work.

“Well, now we have the bomb, so we just got to find Amara.” Dean shrugs nonchalantly.

“I can track her. She's not warded anymore. Why would she be? She won.” Chuck sighs. He had a point, no use in putting up defenses if you were the world's top predator.

“Okay, so?” Dean prompts.

“We need somebody to get close to her, someone with a... personal connection.” Cas states, everyone’s gaze shifting to Dean.

“Fuck.” You whisper, closing your eyes.

“Well, what are we waiting for? How do I smuggle this thing?” Dean gestures to the bomb. Simple and straightforward right? Plant the bomb, get Amara close enough and hope Chuck has enough God juice to zap him out of there.

“We could always shove it up your—” Crowley grins.

“Hey.” You warn.

“I mean, you could.” Crowley shrugs. Maybe you could shove it up his instead… You turn to Rowena, who immediately moves her gaze away from you.

“You won't carry the bomb. You'll be the bomb. I'm gonna take what's in there...and put it in here.” She taps on Dean’s chest. You feel your own breath hitch. No… no no no. She can’t… No way...

“Once you get close to her, you press your fingers together like so— boom.” She purses her lips together. You and Sam share a look, this was not how it was supposed to happen. Dean was supposed to sit anything Amara related out, being locked in a tower until this was all over.

“Okay.” Dean sighs, leaning against the wall. He knows he can’t back out of this, the world is depending on him. He looks over at you, you’re so beautiful, and strong and perfect; and you both have finally found solid footing and now he's going to die.

“I need one hour before you shove that in my chest.” He looks around the room, daring anyone to say no, but everyone nods in agreement. He grabs your hand and drags you to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. You both stand against the door, fingers interlocked, not sure what to say.

One hour. You have one more hour left in the life you share. And what the hell can you do in an hour? You can’t have kids in an hour. You can’t celebrate your 20th wedding anniversary in an hour. You can’t travel to all the places you want to see. You turn and wrap your arms around him, your face buried in his chest as you mind whirs through all the things you can’t do.

His heart is slowly shattering in his chest; the one time he really didn’t want to be the sacrifice, the one time he has something so precious to live for, and he has one more hour. He moves your arms from his waist to around his shoulders, bending enough to bury his head in your neck.

“I almost believed I dodged one life sacrificing bullet.” He mumbles into your hair.

“I love you. I love how much you care about the world, how much you love your family, how much you love me.” You cup his cheek, gently bringing his lips to yours.

He moans at the feeling of your tongue gently sliding against the seam of his lips. You slowly unbutton his flannel, savoring the feeling of the smooth buttons under your fingers, the flannel worn soft through years of wear. Your hands travel back up his chest, the shirt so thin that you can feel every scar, every muscle, mentally memorizing all of it. You hook your hands under the flannel, gently sliding it down his arms until you feel his hands move to the hem of your shirt.

He gently pulls it up your body, his hands gliding over the warm surface of your skin until his lips are forced to let go of yours. He lets the shirt hit the floor watching his hands gently caress your arms, memorizing the way it feels to touch you, to feel the heat of your skin under his finger tips.

You place a kiss on his cheek, his day-old stubble tickling your lips as the scent of him fills your nose. Relishing the feeling of him placing a kiss on your shoulder, eagerly moving his mouth up your neck in all the spots you love as he walks you back until your legs hit the bed. He gently lays you down, slowly unbuttoning your jeans and savoring the reveal of your beautiful thighs. He quickly slides his own jeans off as you shuffle back onto the bed.

He places one knee between your legs, letting his eyes burn every detail about you into his mind. How your legs are full of tiny scars from your clumsiness, how your thighs are full and soft, a reminder that they make the perfect earmuffs; how your stomach is the perfect place to start a trail of kisses up your body and that he’s the only one ever allowed to touch you there.

You watch as his eyes devour every inch of you. Those candy green eyes are the most beautiful pair you will ever see, and they want to look at all of you. This amazing man, with a heart of gold and a body to match. He lays a gentle kiss on your stomach, trailing up your body as his hands trace every inch his mouth doesn’t until his body covers yours.

“I love you” you whisper, tracing the freckles along his nose.

“I love you.” He smiles, bringing his lips to yours, soaking in the feeling of your naked body against his. You plant your feet into the bed, your thighs perfectly holding him in place as he slowly starts grinding into you. Gentle whispers of his name fall from your beautifully swollen lips and he’s eager for you to scream it.

He breaks your kiss one last time, watching your face as he pushes inside you like the most beautiful movie he’s ever seen. He loses himself in the way your eyes roll back in pleasure, how your fingers dig into his back, how he snugly fits inside you.

You move his mouth back to yours, bucking your hips to get him to move faster. You feel him smile against your mouth as he steadily quickens his pace, bringing you to the brink of orgasm. You gasp for air, arching off the bed as he pounds through your first orgasm, not bothering to slow his pace.

And damn, you grip him in all the right ways. As you reach another peak, clenching against him so perfect he almost blows his load. But today, right now, he’s going to fuck you until neither of you can think straight.

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Flannel. A Winchester staple, worn until it’s falling apart but never ceasing in the warmth it brings. Even today, as you sit between the two Winchesters driving to visit their mother’s grave, Dean’s flannel that you commandeered long ago keeps the chill off. Your fingers tightly threaded through Dean’s and Sammy’s arm slung across the back of the seat, his hand gripping his brother's shoulder.

You watch the mist as it dances and swirls around the impala. Normally it's a welcome break from the long sunny days. Today is different. Your life changed the day Dean Winchester sauntered into it, and it would change again when he left it.

You turn your face toward the sky, the clouds rumbling as everyone exits the car. Dean takes your hand and leads you to one of the most important people in his life.

“Hey Mom. I wanted you to meet (Y/N). Probably should have done this sooner.” He chuckles. You struggle to keep your tears from spilling over, and luckily the few that escape blend with the rain. You both stand in silence and out of the corner of your eye you can see Sam fidget. You give Dean's hand a squeeze and let Sam take your place.

“Dean, you know, you don't have to do this.” Sam whispers.

“ 'Course I do. I just have to get close. I can do that, okay? I can do that.” He touches Mary’s headstone, the cold against his fingertips somehow reassuring.

“You know, if this works, um, that bomb goes off.”

“I know.” He claps Sam on the shoulder, walking back to you. He takes your hand, your fingers automatically lacing through his and leads you back to the group. You look back at Sammy, seeing him bring his hand to his lips and touch Mary’s headstone.

“You cool with this?” Dean asks Chuck, who’s being held upright by Rowena.

“No. I— Even after everything she's done, Amara's still my sister. She's my family. I can't— I don't want to see her dead, but… Yeah? ... I understand.” Chuck sighs. Dean gives him a curt nod, walking over to Cas.

“Dean.” Cas sadly smiles.

“Cas.” Dean says, suddenly engulfed by the trench coat. “Okay. Okay. All right.” He chuckles, pushing Cas off of him.

“I could go with you.” Cas offers.

“No, no, no. No, I got to do this alone. Listen, if��when—when this works, Sam—he's gonna be a mess. So look out for him, okay? Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid.”

“Of course.” Cas nods. “And (Y/N)?”

“Zap her away from here, wipe her memory.” He mumbles. He did it once…

“Dean…”

“I can’t leave her in the family business. This is her chance to be free, safe.” He pleads. Cas simply shares a look with him, and Dean knows he will do right by you.

“Thank you for everything.” Dean adds, giving Cas’s shoulder a squeeze, and holding a hand out to you.

“Okay, look. I want a big funeral. All right? I'm talking epic. Okay? Open bar, choir, Sabbath cover band, and Gary Busey reading the eulogy.” Dean laughs, breaking the tension.

“Done.” You and Sam agree.

“And for my ashes, I like it here. Yeah. You know, as far as eternal resting places go.” He grimaces, taking his keys out of his pocket. He gently runs his fingers over them, all the memories he’s had in that car, his baby. He walks to Sam, holding them out to him.

“Come on. You know the drill.” He jingles them and Sam lets out a small sob. “No chick-flick moments. Come on.” Dean grabs his brother’s hand and forces the keys into them.

“Yeah, you love chick flicks.” Sam clears his throat, a small smile appearing.

“Yeah, you're right. I do. Come here.” Dean swallows Sam in a big hug, squeezing him for all the times he won’t be able to.

“Okay. Let's do this.” Dean affirms to the group. You give him one more kiss, pressing your lips hard against his.

“I love you sweetheart.” he whispers, kissing your temple one last time before you’re teleported away.

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