#something something you take the man out of the city but not the city out of the man

[sodaabaa]

shadows and spirits, part one

azriel x reader reader is azriel's mate but she hasn't accepted the bond yet due to her fear of azriel himself.

tw: slightly nsfw, brief mentions of illyrian misogyny, suggestions of edging and arousal

Bells rang as the door to the bar opened, signaling the arrival of the day’s first customers – or so Y/N thought. She walked to the bar counter, leaving behind the half opened crates of newly shipped wines and spirits. She’d deal with those later. 

“Y/N! How’s my favorite bartender?” Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night Court walked in with his arms raised and a friendly, welcoming smile on his face. 

She fought the urge to smile at the sight of her friend, “I’m only your favorite because I give you discounts and secrets,” she whispered the last part as he approached.

Y/N ran one of the most popular bars in Velaris, being a favored spot for many because of its proximity to the Sidra River and the spectacular view it offered (and of course, the variety of top-shelf liquor favored by Rhysand himself). Y/N knew everyone and anyone that frequented her bar. She often provided a shoulder to cry on and a few shots of tequila to mend broken hearts. Because of this, she gathered vast amounts of information from the citizens of the beautiful city and when needed, she reported back to Rhys. 

Rhys smiled, leaning his elbows on the counter. She swatted at him with a towel, “I just cleaned that.” Rhys chuckled but didn’t remove himself from the dark wood counter.

She opened her mouth to ask Rhys why he was here when something pricked at the back of her neck. Her eyes darted to the man trailing behind Rhys like a shadow, and then back to the High Lord. She stood a little taller, back straightening as she steeled herself. 

“Here on business, I guess?” She asked him. His smile faded as he nodded. She poured herself and the High Lord a drink to avoid any more eye contact with the man who’d just entered. They clinked their glasses and downed their drinks. With a sigh, Rhys pulled something out of his back pocket.

“Have you seen these men?” He placed a few pictures on the counter and waited for Y/N to recognize them. 

“I may have seen them, they look familiar. I can ask the girls, maybe they’d have more luck identifying them,” she replied. 

Rhys nodded, “Alright, be on the lookout for these guys. They’ve been stirring up some trouble and I’m gonna need to put an end to that before it gets worse.” “Are they Illyrian?” “Unfortunately,” Rhys replied with a sigh.

“I’ll keep an eye out for them,” she gave him a curt nod. 

“Take care, Y/N,” and with that, Rhys turned to leave. Azriel on the other hand, stayed behind. Y/N quickly busied herself with wiping down the counter and tidying up in hopes he’d get the signal and leave.

“You can’t avoid this forever, Y/N,” he finally broke the silence, his voice deep and flat – it rumbled through her, causing the hairs on her arms to raise. 

She threw the towel onto the counter, “Watch me,” she spat back. Big mistake. His hazel eyes darkened, shadows coming to life around him; twisting and flaring with an emotion she couldn’t decipher. He exhaled, silently making his way out the same door he arrived in. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“You could at least try being less hostile towards him, the poor man is in a constant state of sulking these days,” Feyre said as she swirled the glass of ruby-colored wine in her hands.

Y/N rolled her eyes at her friend’s attempt at getting her to talk to Azriel. Feyre frequently visited the bar since it was closeby to her art studio. The two had hit it off quickly, becoming close friends and bonding over art, music, and men. Feyre had found out about Y/N’s mating bond issue and because she was biased (being friends with Azriel), she constantly pestered Y/N about it. 

“Feyre, I already told you. I don’t want anything to do with Illyrians – they’re possessive, violent, and they view women as breeding machines,” she looked at the High Lady, “and I mean this with all due respect to Rhys, I don’t want to be mated to an Illyrian.” 

“He’s really a big softie, I promise. Just get to know him, he has the same complaints about Illyrians as you do!” Of course she would defend him, they’d been close friends ever since Feyre first arrived at the Night Court. But she overlooked the innate instincts of the warrior species. 

Y/N sighed. She tried to repress the memories of her parents – her mother, like Y/N, was mated to an Illyrian. She knew the culture they were raised in, the way they looked down on women, the violence they were accustomed to. To top it all off, Azriel was the Spymaster of the Night Court – the rumors about his cruelty and power were enough to keep Y/N away from him in fear. Luckily, she knew he’d stay away until she accepted the bond.

“I somehow doubt a man who tortures people for a living could be a 'big softie',” she replied with a scoff. 

Feyre sighed, “He doesn’t hurt the innocent – in fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him hurt a fly even,” she took Y/N hands in hers, “He’s a good man, Y/N. Give him a chance.” 

Y/N huffed, “I’ll think about it.” 

Feyre squealed, an uncharacteristic sound for a High Lady to make, and pulled Y/N in for a hug. 

“You won’t regret this!” 

I somehow doubt that, she thought to herself.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

As the sun began to set, the bar came alive with people ready to unwind after a long day of work. The air hummed with laughter and conversation, glasses clinking in the air while soft melodies floated about. Y/N looked around the bar for the men Rhys was looking for, taking in the lively atmosphere – a jolt of pride running through her as she surveyed the place she built up from the bottom.

Despite the bustling noise of the bar, she felt that damned prickle on the back of her neck, her eyes catching on the shadows in the corner. He did this every so often – lurked in the corners, watching her. She rolled her eyes, returning to the customers at the counter asking for drinks. 

“Hey sweetie, give us a smile!” One of her unfortunately regular customers called out. He leaned forward, trying to get in Y/N’s way.

“Find someone else to bother tonight, Devon,” she replied, topping his glass with more liquor avoiding eye contact with the sleazy man who constantly vyed for her attention. 

“Oh, but I wanna bother you,” his hand grabbed hers. 

“Devon, I’m really not in the mood for your bullshit tonight, let go,” She said as she tried wriggling her wrist out of his grip. The nuisance of a customer pulled her closer but stopped in his tracks, abruptly letting her hand go and backing away from the bar. He all but scurried away and Y/N sighed. She knew there was only one man who could make people shit their pants in fear like that. 

“You could’ve at least let him pay before he left,” She said without even bothering to turn around as she picked up the abandoned glass of whiskey.

The man behind her dramatically placed a few coins on the counter. She braced herself for the brooding face and shadows as she turned around. She glared up at him, the height difference between them all the more prominent as he stood not even a foot away.

“Stop sending Feyre to do the dirty work of convincing me to accept the bond,” she tried to sound intimidating – or at least serious but she found it difficult when faced with his presence, it consumed all of her confidence and left her feeling small, defenseless against the Spymaster.

“I didn’t send her,” he replied rather monotonous but she could see the tinge of amusement on his face at the sight of her trying to put up a confident front.

“Well if you’re done playing savior, can I get back to work?” 

“Would it kill you to say 'thank you?'” He blocked her from passing by with his aggravatingly large obsidian wings. 

She put her hands on her hips and mustered up all the vitriol she could, “Yes, actually, it would. Now get out of my way before I kick you out.” 

He let out a breathy laugh, a laugh. Y/N, now fuming at the man before her, shoved him in the chest, knowing it wouldn’t amount to much but it helped relieve her annoyance.

This time, he chuckled, a sound that resonated through her, only serving to fuel the fire that was Y/N’s anger. She grabbed one of the soda guns under the counter and aimed it at the nuisance before her. His brows lifted in surprise and he lifted his hands in a mock surrender. Her eyes fell to his scarred hands and her stomach dropped as her hands gripped the soda gun tighter.

“Alright, alright,” he conceded, “I’ll be around.” With that, he returned to the shadows and Y/N let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.

At the end of the night, the final few customers stumbled their way out of the bar and Y/N took a seat at one of the tables, exhausted from the day’s work. She poured herself a drink, relishing in the quiet – though her relief was short lived when she sensed the shadows in the corners. She squinted, grabbing a towel from her apron and threw it at the corner. He caught it, revealing himself from the shadows. 

“If you wanna lurk here after hours, the least you could do is help me clean up.” Amusement once again danced over his dark features. No doubt thinking about all the ways he’d make her pay for her rude behavior. He didn’t say anything as he started wiping down the tables, eyes occasionally finding their way back to Y/N, shadows brushing her skin when she walked past him.

They cleaned in silence, Y/N taking a mop to the floors while Azriel put up the chairs and collected stray items off the tables. Something clicked in her then, she felt almost at ease with his presence. Almost. 

“Do you know what happens when accepting the mating bond is delayed?” He said, breaking the silence.

She looked at him from across the room as he put up the last few chairs.

“What happens?”

His eyes darkened, narrowing at her, “There are reports of males being unable to stop themselves from taking their mate, over and over," he paused, giving her a moment to process, "I like to think I have more restraint than my dimwitted brothers but even I cannot control nature,” his voice was dangerously low as he spoke. It made Y/N stomach flutter in ways she couldn’t contain. Her skin prickled as she took in his words. Her chest rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm, suddenly realizing she was at a crossroads. 

She’d been putting off accepting the bond for years now. They had first met at the grand opening of the bar. Rhys had come to congratulate her and survey the bar and of course, he had brought the inner circle. They became her first customers. A feeling of dread welled in her stomach when she first laid eyes on Azriel and somehow she knew it was him, her mate. She cursed the Cauldron for pairing her with the deadliest Illyrian in Prythian. 

“You won’t be able to delay it forever, Y/N,” he stalked closer to her, massive wings dragging behind him, a predator approaching its prey.

She took a step back, stumbling into the table behind her and she flinched. He smirked at her clumsiness. 

“Eventually, you’ll feel it. The primal, unavoidable need. The raw desire,” he drawled. 

She swallowed, looking up at the man who now stood too close to her for comfort. She leaned back, her weight shifted to her hands gripping the table behind her to put as much distance between them as she could. He only looked down at her, his intense gaze raking over her body, sensing her fear. He leaned down, she could feel his breath tickle her ear as he said, “That’s not fear, Y/N. It’s arousal.” Her breath got caught in her throat at the show of his abilities. He straightened and stepped back, giving her room to breathe. 

“Good night, mate.” 

He disappeared into the night, leaving her dazed and flustered.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Y/N entered the bar, grumbling at Daisy, one of the bartenders, as she passed by the bubbly girl.

“Woah, what’s got you all crabby this morning?” She glared at Daisy, prompting her to find some task to tend to as Y/N slouched on the counter. She couldn’t get a wink of sleep the last few nights. Azriel’s words echoed in her mind, keeping her up.

It’s not fear, it’s arousal. 

After he left the bar that night, she found herself almost constantly in an aggravating state of arousal. Despite this, she couldn’t find any relief no matter what she did. She tried pleasing herself but when all she could think about was Azriel and his dominating presence, she decided to erase the memory of him through a string of one night stands. To her utter dismay, none of it worked. It nearly drove her mad. She hadn’t seen Azriel in the past few weeks since that night and she realized he was giving her space on purpose, to heighten her need to see him again. Asshole, she thought.

She poured herself a drink, hoping it’d dull the throbbing in her head (and in other places she deigned to acknowledge). 

“Day drinking? Is there something bothering you, Y/N?” 

Great. As if the day couldn’t get any better.

The velvety, deep voice rang through her, causing damned butterflies in her stomach. He stood before her, dressed in his fighting leathers, blue siphons pulsing with power. He gave her a knowing smirk.

“I can’t deal with this today,” she said as she walked off.

“You could give in, you know. It would provide you with the much needed relief you’re so desperately trying to seek,” he taunted.

“No thanks, there’s bound to be some half witted man that can satisfy me plenty,” she shot back.

The shadows around him flared, reaching out towards her but not quite touching her. Azriel’s eyes were dark. Maybe it was stupid of Y/N to taunt him, dangerous even, but she'd spent the last few days in sleepless agony because of him. He could suck it.

“Aw, is the big bad Spymaster jealous?” She teased.

“Don’t play games with me, Y/N.” She walked back over to him, lifting her chin in defiance. 

“Or what? We both know you won’t touch me until I accept the bond.” 

He smirked, “You will accept the bond. And when you do, you are going to be at my mercy. Begging for relief,” he gripped her chin with a hand, sending a chill down her spine, “And I’ll take that as an opportunity to remind you of your obstinance.” 

“I bet you’re just as pent up as I am. It gives me peace knowing you can only find relief with me. Maybe it’ll give me the strength I need to continue denying you.” 

He let out a breathy laugh, “I have centuries of experience on you, little girl.” 

Her stomach dropped at the degrading title. The reminder of his age dawned on her. He fought in the first war against Hybern, Y/N hadn’t even been born then. She was a mere century and half to his five centuries. 

“Cat’s got your tongue?” He taunted with a smile.

She shoved him off in a sudden movement. Grateful to be away from him. 

“Fine, I’ll give you some room to breathe. Cauldron knows you’ll be needing it.” 

He left as fast as he had appeared, once again leaving Y/N off-centered for the rest of the day. What have I gotten myself into?

[unoislazy]

Flowers In Bloom

(Jiyan x Reader)

Wuthering Waves

Spoilers for Jiyan’s story quest.

(Some of this may be inaccurate, I’ll get better at figuring out his character as time goes on so bare with me for now)

The city of Jinzhou was never described as a quiet place, in fact many believed it to be quite the opposite. People were constantly around, tending to others, doing their jobs, or even just hanging out with friends. There was always something happening in Jinzhou.

So much so that at some points, the life of such a busy city could get pretty stifling. The feeling that one must always be going somewhere and doing something, it got in the way of remembering to relax. So that’s why you had always set out to take a moment to relax amongst the flowers near the Square Bell.

It was quite a solemn area, as it was there to honour those who had fallen in battle, but the respect for the area made it all the more peaceful. On one of your many trips to this area, you had noticed a plot of plants that you couldn’t identify. They looked to be like wheat or lavender, but it was clearly not one or the other.

You decided to pay it no mind as you continued your visits until you saw the sprout of one forming. It didn’t seem like it had been watered that day, so you decided to go out of your way and water it yourself. It felt nice, almost as if you were somehow helping tend to the fallen soldiers of the area… but you didn’t know why.

From then on it just simply became a habit. Any time you’d visit you’d water the ones that seemed like the needed to be watered and sit amongst the plants to watch the sunset. That was until one day you went to do your usual visit and you saw a man who you hadn’t seen before, admiring them as he stood on the pavement in front of the bell.

You bit your lip, wondering if you should say something to him. Maybe he knew more about the flowers than you did.

“They’re lovely, aren’t they?” You asked as you walked up to the man. He didn’t react physically but it was clear he had been a bit startled by your appearance before he relaxed.

“They are.” He responded, his expression softening the slightest bit as he looked over to you. His eyes traveled down to the water pail you held in your hands which caused a small smile to appear on his face; so small one would hardly even notice it if they weren’t looking for it.

You couldn’t help but stare at the man for a moment. He looked familiar but you couldn’t quite place exactly where you had seen him from, if at all. His clothing was no where near casual, and he seemed to be wearing pieces of armour, so no doubt he was helping fight.

Your eyes slowly made their way to his face. His eyes, while a beautiful golden colour, held a very far away look as if he was lost deep in the trenches of his own mind. His hair was a teal colour, which wasn’t exactly unusual but it was styled in a way you almost thought to be odd, but it looked good though so you weren’t complaining. As you continued to quickly look over the man, he snapped back out of his thoughts and turned back to you fully.

“Do you often come here to take care of the plants?” He asked, gesturing to the water pail in your hand. His words managed to snap you out of your thoughts as well as you looked down at your own hands, having forgotten you were even holding something to begin with.

“Oh! Yes, yes I do.” You exclaimed, trying to cover up the fact that you hadn’t been entirely paying attention. It was clear the man knew but he paid no mind to it.

“I saw a sprout that needed watering one day and decided to help out. I don’t even know how long ago that was at this point.” You thought to yourself, you had been doing this for a few months, maybe a little more.

“I was wondering how they were getting replenished so often. I must thank you for your commitment.” He said, looking away for a moment to survey the area, taking in the peace and quiet that the spot had to offer before turning back to you.

“So… I assume you come here a lot as well?” You asked, trying to strike up a conversation with the mysterious man. Had you seen him fully before you spoke to him, you might’ve been too scared to say anything. He looked to be such a strict and intimidating man and yet the feelings that surrounded him as you spoke were nothing but relaxed and gentle.

“When I have time.” He answered with a nod, gesturing for you to stand more beside him. You obliged and stood next to him, now looking over the city and the plants that swayed gently in the wind before the two of you.

“I take it you have friends who have fallen then, unless I am assuming too much.” You said, hoping your assumption wasn’t offensive in some way. The last thing you wanted was to anger this man, do a wave of nerves smacked you in the face while you waited for his reply. A melancholy look washed over the man’s face.

However, despite his saddened look, his smile remained on his face as he noticed your sudden change in demeanour. The question didn’t offend him by any means, so it was a little funny to him to see you back track as if it did.

“You are correct. In fact I’ve known many people who have ended up here, that’s why I planted these.” He said, turning his attention to the plants.

“I planted them in the hopes that if there is an afterlife, those who have fallen can look in at Jinzhou with these plants.” He explained, his gaze shifting to look up at the city that, like always, never seemed to rest for long. You looked over to him in surprise. Not only did he plant them but you also pieces together that he without a doubt had been fighting alongside a handful of these people.

“That’s a beautiful sentiment.” You responded, also looking back at the city, “I’m sure they enjoy the view.” You continued, a smile making its way onto your own face as you looked over at the sun. It had been a lot later in the day than you initially realized.

“While the plants are made to be resilient, I’m sure they appreciated your constant care.” The man mentioned, that same small smile having yet to leave his face. Despite his intimidating nature he seemed to be quite a nice man.

“I’m glad to have been of some help to them.” You responded quietly.

“Are you from Jinzhou ?” You asked, you might as well considering he didn’t seem to mind your conversation.

“I have moved around to many places as I grew up, but Jinzhou is where I seem to always come back to,” He answered in a more wistful manner before continuing. “Although it has been some time since I’ve been back, so I’m not sure what has changed exactly.”

You perked up at this as you looked over to him, your interest very clear on your face which caused the man a slight bit of confusion.

“So you haven’t been to the new restaurant that opened up?” You questioned. You were referring to a smaller business that not many people frequented given the fact that it had yet to gain the beloved reputation that the surrounding places had. However, you had gone one day to try it and loved it ever since.

The man shook his head, meeting your gaze with confusion as you seemed to become only more enthusiastic.

“We should go some time, I could show you where it is. I’m not sure exactly what your taste in food is, but I’m sure you’ll love it. They make a killer Jinzhou stew.” You claimed eagerly which quickly gained the interest of the man before you.

“It wouldn’t hurt to try, maybe we could go tomorrow… If you’re free that is.” He asked, almost hesitating through his sentence as he went through it. You simply smiled, your excitement having yet to die down before you nodded.

“That sounds like a great idea. We could meet here at the same time to make it easy.” You offered to which he nodded in return. You hadn’t really noticed but his smile had grown since your initial offer. It wasn’t exactly rare for him to smile, but it certainly wasn’t an expression he had all the time.

He looked to you before he looked up at the sky, realizing that the sun had long since set and the night sky was becoming more visible.

“I should get going, but I will see you here tomorrow, right?” He asked before beginning to walk off.

You nodded gleefully, excited to show off your favorite place to someone, not even realizing what had just happened. As the man turned away from you to walk off you looked over him again. The teal colours, the dragon scaled armour, the fact he’s been fighting for a time period you couldn’t even begin to imagine.

It finally hit you.

“That was General Jiyan…” You muttered absentmindedly, simply staring at the man as you finally pieces together who he was. This entire time you had been speaking with him so casually and yet he was the very well respected general that everyone and their mother has heard about.

And then the rest of the conversation finally caught up with you as well.

“And I just asked him on a date.” You muttered, completely lost as to how you managed to go this long without it clicking.

What you hadn’t realized though was that your revealation had been heard by the man himself, earning a stifled chuckle from him as he walked off.

[allurilove]

Yandere Stalker x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: Stalking, blood, non con—he goes down on you without you knowing, fem reader, perverted and lewd behavior, again he’s weird and so delusional, mentions of violence against women.

*Happy Pride month!!! 🫶🏻This fic is influenced by You—specifically season one. I’m trying to give him a joe goldberg vibe. This is also part two, and check out part one! Your stalker doesn't have a name, and this fic is in his point of view. This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: Your stalker decides to celebrate one year of staking you by giving you a little visit.

What’s more dangerous than a lustful and starved man?

You wanna know what’s great about New York? That every apartment seemed to have a fire escape. Yours is tastefully decorated with a rug, and a small chair that has a plaid blanket draped over it. What's also so great about it is that it gives me access to you. You live on the fifth floor of this red-bricked building. It’s somewhat old but has a nice rustic charm. You seem to have an eye for knackered and worn-down things, as I’ve seen you pick up a used vanity and refurbished it. Inside, there’s a lobby with a doorman that is barely awake half of the time, he picks up a huge breakfast and clocks out after having a food coma. He's old, flabby, and not nearly ready to protect you like I am.

I seriously doubt he could jump over his desk and grab the throat of any danger coming your way. It's quite concerning, you know? You often sleep with your window open, and with the current rise in crime...you could get stabbed, kidnapped, bound and tied, and thrown into the back of a truck in a matter of seconds. Trust me, I have seen it happen before.

Don't get me wrong, it's understandable. It’s a hot spring day, and even if the moon gave the city a bit of a break from the sweltering heat, the lingering humidity continued to have a tight grip on everyone. Every crow resides in the trees for shade, every stray cat hiding in the alleyways, and even the rats seem content with steaming away in the sewers. The pavements are hot, the wind is hot, and you can see and smell the stench of people's BO in the air. I mean, c'mon... have they heard of deodorant?

June is just a month that comes before my favorite season.

Summer, and in other words: “An excuse to wear more revealing clothing.” There’s something amazing and titillating seeing you in tiny, tight tank tops, walking around in flip flops with freshly painted nails, and your hair up so I can see a bit of your neck.

And today marks one year since I first saw you. I know how you drink tea since coffee makes your head hurt, how you dance around your apartment after having a good day, and how you always leave your apartment at 12 p.m. for lunch.

I memorized the exact time you close your curtains for bed, just before I catch that perfect glimpse of you in your robe after a hot and steamy shower. I want to be your bath mat so badly. Step on my ribcage for all I care, and let droplets of water from your body fall onto my face. Let me see up your towel and gaze into what I consider to be the gates of heaven itself. Let me lift my head up so I can suck the remaining bathwater on you. Let me get all of my questions and prayers answered, and let me see all of you.

I have reached the top of the steps, my hand gripping onto the window to push it up higher, and I duck down to crawl into your bedroom. The floors seem to creak with every step I take, yet you haven't woken up. A heavy sleeper, are we?

My eyes adjust to the lack of lights. My pupils expand as I drink in your nude form. You look so serene with your soft snoring, your arms splattered, and my gaze traveled over the peaks of your tits rising and falling with your breathing. Your blanket was just thrown to the side, clearly disregarded with a bit of anger, and I could see the sheen of sweat on your forehead.

Your legs were already sprawled wide open-- a reward for my tremendous bravery. I lick my lips. I notice a white string sticking out from your underwear, and I reach out to gently tug on it. It looks stuck, and I wrap the string around my finger and give it an extra hard pull.

What could that be? I know you’re on your period, and I still have your pad that I grabbed from the trashcan earlier. I sort of understand what a period is, and all I really know is that the sight of your blood causes my head to spin. I pushed your panties to the side, and my curiosity piqued as I slowly removed the feminine product out of you.

I inspect the hygiene product I haven't really seen before. It looks different from a pad, and in my opinion it looks like a sperm— well the shape anyways. I put the tampon in my mouth, gently suckling it as if I were an infant. You taste salty, copper-like, and your plasma is warm. It's almost soothing. I then let the tampon fall out of my mouth. I tug on your underwear, pull it down from your legs, and stuff it into my pocket.

I rub my hands on your thighs, and I can feel the slight stubble on your legs. My fingers graze over your sex, and it follows the outline of your pussy. I put your legs on my shoulders, my head then leaning down so my tongue can lick stripes on your slit. The tip of my tongue touches the wet curls of your hair, and a frisson of pleasure runs down my spine. Your cunt is an eesome sight, the hair dampened by my saliva, and it covered your core like it was protecting the most precious jewel. And in a sense it was. I become more brazen, a single finger pushing inside you, and my jaw dropped at the sight of you sucking my finger in. You welcomed it so nicely, and there was a nice pressure of tightness.

I curl the single digit, intently staring at your face for any reactions towards my fingering. I use my thumb to circle your clit. I have read that some women can't come based on penetration alone. Hopefully, my tongue and fingers can help bring you to the brink of an orgasm.

I also hope that you never wake up. How else am I supposed to memorize your body? Would you even think that I am worthy of you? Or would you run away just by seeing my face alone? Would you think I'm crazy, or would you be flattered by the way I devour your cunt like it's my last meal? I hold your hips down firmly onto the bed, you're slowly squirming around and starting to gain consciousness.

It's like I'm drowning in a never-ending pool of crimson, and no matter how many times I swipe my tongue, it just oozes out of you so effortlessly. Your aroma is intoxicating, and it's like your body lured me--the prey-- into your little trap of ...

"Where are you going...?" I instinctively mutter as I miss the presence of your warmth against my mouth. You seem to crawl away, your limbs trying to save you from the repeated administrations of teasing.

My eyes shoot open as I realize that you're screaming. I immediately reel back, my ass landing onto the hard floor and I wince. "Shit-- I'm sorry!"

I scramble onto my feet and I try to duck every pillow you throw at me. I trip on my way out, and the wind gets knocked the fuck out of me as my bottom half got stuck in your window.

"This is literally my worst nightmare...!" I grunt as I try to wiggle my hips. I feel pain coming from my crotch, it's compressed against the window sill, and of course my dick had to be as hard as a rock.

You continue to hit whatever you see-- which means my ass. I yelp as you put your hands on my bottom, and you muster as much strength as you can to get me out of your house.

Why is this oddly arousing?

With one final shove I landed onto my face.

There's nothing dignifying about walking down the street with a clear boner and a bloody nose. I just look like a pervert that got punched after leering at someone. Wait.

No, that's not what I was doing. I'm not a pervert. I just have wandering eyes that are glued to whatever you're doing. I just happened to notice how your chest bounced around when you were running late and had to run out of the house. I happened to carry a tiny vial to collect any fluid and essences that dripped out of you after our encounter. My hand reached into my pocket, and I sighed in relief as I am comforted by the soft material of your panties and of the long plastic tube. I feel a sense of relief knowing that they didn't fall out as you kicked me out.

Am I crazy? No. Am I the only man you'll ever meet that has done this to you? Probably. I am one of a kind, after all.

Allure: Someone slap some sense into him.

[leonstoenailunderhisbed]

I don’t think people understand how smart Leon actually is. That man had high marks from the police academy, hence why Chief Irons (in the orientation letter Leon has in RE2R) says that his grades are commendable and that R.P.D. are proud to have him on the force.

This got me thinking a lot because at first I thought being a police officer didn’t take much given that anyone today can be in the force.

But that wasn’t the case in 1998.

I did a little research because I thought it would be interesting to see just what Leon had to go through to become a police officer.

Back in the 90s, cellphones and modern technology didn’t exist such as DNA identification and body cams/car cams. This definitely made the job a bit harder than it is today because there was a need for more evidence to be collected and the overuse of your brain. Nowadays, technology is an important factor in the police force and almost everything is done by the computer now.

So let’s picture this: It’s the late 90s right before he got sent to Raccoon City. He’s in the academy and he has to go through training. Especially with weapons since most academies switched from revolvers to semi-auto guns (already something a bit modern for that time).

For those who’ve played the game, when you go into the Shooting Range room, you can clearly see just how old the room is compared to modern shooting ranges. Not only is the design of the target paper old, it’s also very simplistic compared to today’s (in 2024, most markings have numbers and more lines for accuracy than back in the day).

This meant that Leon had to train a good amount of time to perfect his aim. It also meant that he had to go through driving training—which was mostly Emergency Vehicle Operations Courses (EVOC: safe and defensive driving for cops in other words)

I’d like to think that his determination (when he told Ada that the reason he joined the force was for people like Emma and Gunshop owner) really helped him advance through his academic route of the training and I’d like to believe that he go high scores because of that.

The 90s were a pivotal time for new policies to be introduced in police academies. When Leon was a kid, presumably during the 80s, he probably saw just how different it was back then than it is now (in 1998) lots of “new” technology were introduced to him when he first started the training. And he probably had to adapt quickly to the technologies and new techniques.

Leon is quick on his feet, he grasps a lot of things and I’m tired of people making him out to be as some dumb blonde with muscles. He’s very smart and we see that throughout the games and films.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he was GT when he grew up.

[fraux140]

König Headcanons

General, relationship, and NSFW. I hope you enjoy these! It's my first real post :)

General hcs

Had a cleft lip as a child and was part of the reason he was bullied. It was surgically repaired but there is still a scar

One of his parents is German and the other is Austrian which might explain why he has no Austrian dialect (lets pretend this is canon instead of activision just clumping all German speakers into one category lmao)

He has auburn hair but buzzes it so often that its hard to tell

LOVES Minecraft. He plays creative mode when he's trying to make masterpieces like city replicas or fantasy worlds, but loves the challenge of survival mode if he's playing with friends.

He was a total mama's boy as a kid. When his father tried to get him to 'man up' his mother was always there to protect him. Another reason he was bullied.

Chronic mansplainer but its unintentional. If you're discussing a topic he knows a lot about he will hijack the conversation and unload a bunch of info to you. He doesn't mean it maliciously.

Undiagnosed ADHD - explains why he has trouble staying still and was a bad candidate for being a sniper. But it isn't so bad that it is noticeable. He can mask it when he needs to.

Again with the ADHD thing. He hyperfixates on topics he finds interesting and even his job. Mission plan is memorised. Terrain? Memorised. Enemy info? Memorised. The ever-changing locations and nature of his job mean that he doesn't have to worry about succumbing to the boredom of monotony.

When he isn't deployed he is a beer drinker - particularly Stiegl Hell. A total beer snob as well. Any kind of American beer? Throw it away. Carling? Fosters? Sagres? Get that second rate crap away from him and prepare to be mansplained about how much better Austrian/German beer is than any other.

Has an apartment in the same neighbourhood as his parents' house so he can visit a lot when he's not deployed. His apartment is very basic and he stays there so his parents have their privacy. Their house is his home.

His mother is a seamstress and his father was a mechanic in the army. This man knows how to sew and how to keep his car healthy.

Unironically reposts alpha male quotes - not because he's a misogynist but because he genuinely believes he is the definition of an alpha male.

Teeny tiny bit of a superiority complex. Arrogant af. Stems from his size, strength, and skills. Finished Jagkdo selection second in his 'class'. It haunts him every day. Second place is the first to lose.

Is a genuinely unsettling guy. Not in a creepy way. He kind of just stands around and stares when he enters a place before deciding what to do. For example at the pub, he walks in and stares at the bar before deciding where to sit. Or if he sees somebody new, like somebody he thinks is particularly weird or someone attractive he will stare at them. It is a bit more intense than the typical 'German stare', and more off-putting because of his size.

Relationship hcs

If you're dating König, the first stages of your relationship will be spent trying to figure out how to be comfortable.

Like I said before, he is unsettling and might say something as such, coming across a bit too strong.

For example, if someone is annoying you at work he might offer to kill them. "I could hide the body no problem, schatz. Just ask." And he is very hard to read, so you can't tell if he's joking or not.

If his weirdness didn't scare you away and your relationship progresses, he unintentionally tries to manage you.

Packing a suitcase? You're doing it wrong. It's more efficient to fold the clothes like this to maximise space. Want to go for a walk? Not in those shoes. Function trumps fashion every time. Ordering at a foreign food restaurant? Let him do it for you, you're probably pronouncing it wrong. He's your passenger? You had time to pull out, liebling! Go for the overtake! Change lanes! Ffs schatzi, pull over and let him take the wheel.

Unintentionally condescending. You worked really hard on a new recipe? It's good, but he's had better at this restaurant. He recommends adding this and that...

You're complaining about how stressful your job is? Babe, you wouldn't know stress if it hit you in the face. Have YOU ever been shot at? Narrowly dodged an explosion? Being chased by enemies who are actively trying to kill you? Yeah, didn't think so...

Eventually it gets too much. You're on the verge of breaking up with him because he makes you feel like crap. He diminishes your achievements. Undermines your emotions. It's too much and being with him is making you hate yourself. And you don't deserve to feel this way.

After you tell him, he is mortified. He didn't think that his matter-of-fact way of speaking could be so mean and make you feel this way. He's so sorry, baby. Give him another chance? He'll show you how special you are to him!

After you forgive him and he agrees to change, life is much better. He gives more compliments, he listens more attentively and he tries to be more emotional instead of 'logical'. He comes to respect that you can feel a certain way about things happening in your life and doesn't have to compare it to himself.

He takes you hiking very often. So often that your legs are noticeably more toned. He buys you all of the expensive gear you need to hike in any terrain.

Sometimes sews little trinkets for you or embroiders something on your clothes - a skill he picked up from his seamstress mother.

When you tell him his alpha male quote sharing is cringe and makes him seem like an asshole, he begins to question how you see him. Don't you see how big and strong he is, baby?

When he finally gets it, he slowly starts to lose the façade. This front he puts up? It starts to come down. You want to be the big spoon? Go right ahead.

The new König loves to be doted on. Rub his belly. Run your hands through his hair/over his head if he's buzzed. Hug him. Cuddle with him on the couch. Tell him how big and strong he is - he eats it right up.

Loves working out with you. He likes showing you he's strong enough to protect you. Sit on his back while he doe push-ups. See? No problem. Look at how much weight is on this barbell! He can lift it no problem.

You told him that he can't live on ordering food from fancy restaurants every night. He needs to learn to cook. He's annoyed at first because he can afford it for both of you, but you make him learn how to cook. This time learning together in the kitchen brings you closer together. There is something beautiful about working so hard on a meal and enjoying the results together.

Sometimes he wants to surprise you when you come back from work with a new dish he'd invented. Wagyu steaks sautéed in lager and seasoned with rosemary and turmeric. It was disgusting. You couldn't find it within yourself to tell him.

NSFW hcs

When he was insecure and in his 'alpha male' stage, he was a total dom. Not that you didn't enjoy it.

Now that he's grown, he still loves fucking you in doggy or missionary or any position where he's in control. But now he'll let you ride him for as long as you want.

He LOVES laying back and watching you use his dick to get yourself off. Another reason he loves cowgirl is because he loves watching you struggle with the initial stretch of sinking onto his fat cock.

You tried to convince him to let you peg him once. He outright refused. Maybe he wasn't there yet.

Call him dirty all you want, he loves fucking you after you have worked out together. And you don't mind it either. Seeing him all hot and bothered and out of breath is a huge turn on for you.

Can be aggressive. He likes biting you but not to the point it draws blood.

Sends absolutely horrendous nudes when you're in public with no warning when he's deployed. You'll get a whatsapp notification and you open it to see a picture of his raging hard on while you're at work.

He gets creative with the angles. He tries different lighting. In a strange way you found it very romantic. His captions are atrocious though. 'He misses you', 'I wish I could shoot my sperms into you instead of bullets into my enemies', 'My cock is harder than my job'. They are honestly so fucking weird. But you have grown to love his weird little quips.

Likes roleplay. He likes to be a policeman while you're a petty thief. He's a burglar and he'll leave you alone if you give him something else.

Loves overpowering you. Sometimes when he's fresh home from deployment he will drive you two to the woods at night. He will give you a head start and then hunt you down like a predator. He was in the jagdkommando, darling, didn't you know that means 'Hunting commando'?

When he catches you, the adrenaline gets to the both of you and you fuck like wild animals. Biting, scratching, howling and begging. He always cums inside of you on nights like these, breeding you like a true animal

When you get home and after you've showered (he washes your back for you and kisses along the nape of your neck), he's showering you with kisses and cuddles while you settle into bed and watch something together on TV.

[crilbyte]

Hey, um... could you write a human Alastor oneshot where he's like, just genuinely obsessed with the reader and shes completely into that, like, knows he's crazy and is super turned on by it?

TYTYTY!

Hoooly shit. I'm into this. Okay *cracks knuckles* here we go...

Oneshot - Human!Alastor x Reader

Words: 4,307

Rating: 18+

You still remember how you'd met Alastor. You had just moved to New Orleans, excited about the idea of starting over in such an incredible town. However, what you didn't know at the time was that the city was haunted by a serial killer, Alastor, who was still on the loose and planning his next victim. As you walked the streets one night, returning from the market, Alastor began to watch you from afar. He quickly decided that you would be a perfect victim, but when he got closer to you, he noticed something different. He noticed that you didn't belong to the city. The way you walked and the way you stood out for your beauty, something about you made him hesitate.

He eventually approached you and you took to him immediately. At first he thought it might be because of his charm, but he quickly came to realize that you were just as twisted as he was. Every day that you spent together he was more and more happy that he didn't give into his baser instincts that first night.

Then, after months of being a happy couple, he catches wind that one of his rivals had their eye on you. The idea was more than just upsetting, he needed to deal with this immediately. Without warning, Alastor kissed you goodbye with only the promise to return after he had “handled something important.” And you knew better than to question him. You'd both agreed that the less you knew about his hobbies the better, in the off chance something went sideways and he was apprehended.

It had been some time since you'd last seen your lover when he decided he couldn't stay away any longer. One day, while you were returning from the market, your bag broke and your purchases spilled onto the floor. Alastor, seeing the scene, took the opportunity.

He approached, gently asking "Hello, do you need help with this?" He smiles, admiring your beauty.

"Alastor!" You say, throwing arms around him

Alastor's eyes widen in shock at your sudden gesture, but he quickly composes himself and wraps his arms around your waist. He looks at you, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and something approaching pleasure.

"I missed you, you've been so busy!"

Alastor's face breaks out into a warm smile, his arms tightening around you. He whispers, "I missed you too, my sweet. I apologize for my absence. I have been preoccupied with... other matters."

"That's understandable," you say with a smile, your face pressed against his chest.

Alastor's arms tighten around you, pulling you closer. His voice lowers as he murmurs, "I'm glad you understand, my beloved. I would do anything to spend every moment with you, but alas, I have enemies that I must deal with."

"Are you okay?" You ask, looking up at him, a concerned look on your face. "You seem... tense."

Alastor stiffens at your question, his eyes narrowing slightly. He forces a smile and replies, "I'm fine, my dear. I assure you, I can handle anything that comes my way. It's just... business as usual."

You grip his coat, pulling his face closer to yours. "No, I can tell, something is wrong."

Alastor's eyes widen slightly as you pull him closer, his heart racing at the sudden closeness. He tries to maintain his composure and replies, "It's nothing that you should concern yourself with, my sweet. I don't want to burden you with my troubles."

"But I want to. It's no burden, really. Let me help you..."

Alastor's expression softens as he looks into your eyes. He hesitates, then leans in and whispers, "There is a man who threatens to take you away from me. I can't bear the thought of losing you, my love.”

You blink, taken aback. "A man? Who? Take me how?"

Alastor's gaze becomes intense as he whispers, "He wants to steal you from me, take you away forever. He's a dangerous man, my dear. I can't let him have you." His hand tightens on yours, as if trying to protect you even now.

"Is he planning to kidnap me?" You ask, concerned.

Alastor's eyes flash with anger and jealousy as he answers, "I don't know what he plans, but I won't let him harm you. You are mine, and I will protect you with my life." He pulls you close once more, holding you tightly against him.

You feel so safe in his arms. You sigh, truly happy. "I just want to stay with you..." you say quietly.

Alastor's hold on you tightens, his heart swelling with joy and relief as he hears your words. He whispers in your ear, "You will always stay with me, my love. I will never let you go."

"What does the man want with me?" you ask.

Alastor's expression darkens once more as he speaks, "He wants what is mine, what I hold most dear. He wants you for himself, my love. But he cannot have you, you belong to me." His voice becomes almost a snarl, his possessiveness over you clear.

"No, I don't want anyone to touch me but you..."

Alastor's expression softens as he sees the fear in your eyes. He gently brushes a strand of hair from your face and leans down to press a tender kiss to your forehead.

"No one will ever touch you but me. I will protect you with my life, my love."

You take a deep breath, leaning into his kiss. "I'm scared..." You whisper.

Alastor wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he whispers soothing words into your ear.

"Don't be scared, my love. I am here for you. I will keep you safe from anyone who wishes to harm you.”

You nod, relaxing into his arms. Alastor's eyes light up with a warm smile, his voice filled with relief.

"Good girl, that's it. Just trust me and let me take care of you." He leans down to kiss you again, his lips gentle yet firm, conveying both love and possession.

You sigh happily into the kiss, loving the feeling of his protective possession. Alastor's heart swells with happiness and a fierce love for you as he deepens the kiss. He pulls back slightly, his breath warm against your lips, his eyes dark with desire.

"You are mine, and I will do anything to protect you. Anything to make you happy.”

You give him a suggestive look. "You know what would make me happy right now...?"

Alastor's eyes light up with understanding, and a wicked smile spreads across his face.

"Oh, I think I do, my love."

He takes your hand and leads you to the nearby alleyway. You giggle, biting your lip as he pulls you along. Once safely out of eyeshot, Alastor pushes you against the wall, his body pressed against yours as he looks at you hungrily.

"You are so beautiful, so delectable, you are mine and I will let no other touch you.” He leans down to kiss you again, his hands wandering over your body as he whispers sweet, possessive words against your lips.

You gasp as he quickly becomes aggressive with you, already feeling as though you might melt at his touch. Alastor groans at the sound of your gasp, deepening the kiss as he slides his hands under your shirt. He feels your skin against his fingertips, heating up as he becomes more and more passionate.

"I need you," He whispers fervently."

"Then take me..." You say back breathlessly. "Prove your ownership of me... take what is yours..."

Alastor shudders at the sound of your words. You groan as you feel him hook his hands under your knees and lift you, pinning you with his body to the wall. He grinds against you, biting and sucking at your neck and shoulders as he becomes more and more animalistic.

"Claim me..." You moan as his teeth sink into your flesh.

Alastor growls possessively at the sounds of your moans, feeling a rush of satisfaction as he hears you begging for him. He continues to ravage your neck, leaving hickeys and bite marks as a physical reminder of his ownership.

"Oh God, Alastor..." You moan, your hips involuntarily pressing into his, grinding back against him.

Alastor lets out a shiver at the sound of your hushed panting, his mind consumed by a desire to possess you and make you his own. He grinds back against you, growling low as he feels your hips press against his own growing erection.

You grab either side of his face, pulling him to look up at you and he's instantly enthralled. Your face is in the picture of lust. Your eyes half- lidded, mouth open, cheeks pink...

"Alastor..." You sigh out. "Fuck me. right now, here in this alley..."

Alastor smirks at your words, feeling his desire spike at the sight of your lust-filled face. He reaches between you to tug at his pants, freeing his throbbing cock before sliding your panties aside and rubbing against your entrance.

"Are you sure, my dear?”

Your breath hitches at your touch, licking my lips before biting my tongue and nodding.

"Yes, please, I need you."

Alastor growls in satisfaction, gripping your hip with one hand as he guides himself to your entrance. He presses the head of his cock against you, teasingly circling it before thrusting into you with enough force to knock the wind out of you.

"As you wish."

You throw your head back, gasping loudly, eyes wide. "Ooooh… Alastor..." You moan loudly, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

Alastor smirks up at you as he begins to move his hips, thrusting in and out with a steady rhythm meant to satisfy the both of you. He leans in to bite at your neck, sucking on the flesh as he continues to fuck you in the alleyway.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside with each thrust. while you begin to lick and bite at his ear.

Alastor growls, gripping your ass tightly as you pull him deeper into you. His thrusts become more erratic as he feels his pleasure building, matching the intensity of your assault on his ear.

"You like that?" He growls.

"Yeeeesssssss...." You groan into his ear. "Fuck me, Alastor, ruin my cunt so no one else could ever satisfy me like you do..."

Alastor's growl turns into a low chuckle at your words, feeling a surge of possessiveness at your desire for only him to satisfy you.

"Oh, I'll ruin that sweet cunt for anyone else, my love. I'll make sure no other cock could ever compare."

"I love your cock," you whine, "Deeper! I want to feel you deeper... I want you to bruise my cervix..."

Alastor's thrusts become harder and more desperate as he obeys your command, reaching deeper into you with every thrust. He can't help but love the sound of your moans and the way your nails dig into his back.

"Do you want me to mark you, little bird?”

"Yes, please, mark me as yours!" You beg. "Mark me inside and out!"

Alastor lets out a deep, guttural groan at your words, gripping your hips with bruising force as he pushes deeper into you still. He takes pride in leaving his mark on you, making sure every thrust is laced with the intensity of his love, his possessiveness and obsession with you reaching its peak.

"Mine... mine..." he growls as his thrusts become almost violent as he bites and sucks on your neck.

"I'm gonna cum, Alastor! Ah!" You cry out as your breathing begins to quicken.

Alastor's eyes light up at the sound of your moans and impending climax. He quickens his pace, letting out a low growl that vibrates through you as he feels your walls tighten around him.

"That's it, little bird, cum for me…”

"oh, Oh, OH! A-ah~!" You moan, tightening your grip on him with both your fingers and your legs, pulling him the deepest yet, all the way to the base of his shaft, as you clench and spasm around him.

Alastor gives a satisfied moan as he fills you completely with each thrust, feeling himself hitting that sweet spot deep inside of you.

"Fuck, yes, your body was made for me, little bird. You're so tight and wet..."

"Don't stop..." You mumble in disconnected pleasure. "Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck me..."

Alastor grins hungrily at your words, his thrusts becoming almost desperate as he reaches lower to rub at your clit in time with his thrusts.

"You want me to fuck you harder, little bird? You're mine, don't forget that!"

Your gasp is sharp and quick. You begin to squirm at the overstimulation of him touching your clit so quickly after cumming. You begin to almost scream and he's forced to kiss you to silence them, not wanting anyone to happen by and see you in such a state.

Alastor kisses you deeply, swallowing your screams as he increases the pace and pressure of his fingers on your clit. It doesn't take long before another orgasm takes over your body, leaving you trembling in his arms.

"That's it, little bird...

Your body feels as though it might fall apart, or turn to jello, your every cell vibrating with pleasure. Your eyes roll back into your head and your tongue lolls out of your mouth as he continues to pound you into the brick alley wall.

Alastor chuckles darkly at the sight of you, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he feels himself getting closer to his own release. He tightens his hold on you, not wanting to let go even for a moment.

"I'm going to fill you up, little bird..."

"Iinsiiide..." You groan out. "I want it inside..."

Becoming more forceful as he feels his orgasm build. He takes a deep breath, feeling his desire spike at your words. He thrusts harder and faster, aiming to get as deep inside of you as possible. He wants to leave his mark on you, to possess you completely.

"You're so tight, little bird... You're going to get every last drop of my love..."

"Yes! Please! Fill me with your cum! A-ah!"

Alastor growls as he feels himself reach his limit, his thrusts becoming erratic as he releases inside of you. He groans as the feeling overwhelms him, his arms tightening around you even more.

"Yes... Yes... Take it all, little bird..."

You moan loudly as you feel him filling you with his seed, you can feel as it spills out around him and onto the cobblestone. With heavy panting, you begin to sag in his arms, exhausted. Alastor gasps for breath as he empties himself inside of you, his own body trembling from the force of his orgasm. He grins down at you, his eyes shining brightly as he looks at you adoringly.

"Such a good little bird…”

You shiver, your whole body a trembling mess in his arms as you slowly slide down the wall into a puddle on the ground. Alastor chuckles as he sinks down with you, his arms still wrapped around your waist as he holds you close to him. He buries his face in your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin.

"Are you alright, little dove...?"

You shiver with each kiss to your neck, your head resting on his shoulder. Alastor hums contentedly as he feels you nod, pressing one last kiss to your neck before pulling back to look at you. He brushes your hair out of your face with a gentle hand, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek.

"Such a pretty little bird..."

"I'm a mess," you blush, criticizing yourself. "You only say that because you're still inside me..." You say, clenching your kegel muscles.

Alastor shudders at the sudden stimulation, his grip on you tightening slightly. He grins down at you, his eyes shining mischievously. Alastor grins at your words, his hands sliding down to grab onto your hips.

"Well, maybe you're a mess because I'm still inside you... but you're a beautiful, fucking mess..."

You bite your lip and continue to clench and unclench your insides around him, trying to overstimulate him in slight revenge.

"I'm only a mess because you needed to stake your claim on me... and now I'm dripping with your cum in a random alley..."

Alastor lets out a low moan at the continued overstimulation, his grip on your hips tightening. He grins down at you, his eyes shining with lust.

"Oh, don't act like you didn't enjoy it... I know you did.”

You squeeze him closer with your legs, pulling him deeper into you.

"I never said I didn't enjoy it..."

Alastor lets out a deep, guttural groan at the feeling of being pulled deeper into you. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Good... because I'm not done fucking this perfect little cunt of yours."

You gasp as you feel him hardening inside you once more. You let him push you down onto the cobblestone ground, holding himself over you with a crazed smile and pinprick pupils.

Alastor smirks down at you, his eyes filled with a psychotic joy as he begins thrusting into you once more. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the alley as you lay there, completely at his mercy. You begin to fall apart, your eyes rolling back into your head as he fucks you into the ground. Alastor's thrusts become more and more desperate as he watches you fall apart beneath him. He can't get enough of your moans and screams.

"I'm going to make you cum again and again..." he growls, thumbing your little bud with precision.

Your mouth falls open and your head falls back, every drop of your psyche wrapped up in the pleasure that he's currently thrusting into your body. You quickly orgasm around him, tightening and shivering as you go, a low groan escaping you.

Alastor grins wickedly as you come apart around him again and again, the intensity of your cries only driving him further over the edge.

"Again..." He pants, feeling himself building towards his own release. "Do it again for me..."

It only takes a few minutes before you're writhing again beneath him, your climaxes coming closer and closer together as the overstimulation takes hold of your body. Alastor's eyes narrow in concentration as he brings you to the edge again and again, the lust in his eyes growing with every panting breath you take.

"Cum for me..." He urges, thrusting harder and deeper, his own climax fast approaching.

You moan out his name, it being the only word you seem to be able to form as you melt in his arms, your face sexed out, eyes watering and glassy, mouth agape, tongue resting on your lower lip as you breathe heavy breaths to the rhythm of his cock thrusting in and out of you.

Alastor growls in satisfaction as he feels you cum again, your body trembling and writhing beneath him. He thrusts a few more times before his own release explodes within you, filling you with warmth.

"You...are incredible..."

You feel his semen spilling out around him as you begin to overflow. You moan at the sensation, your mind seeming to break with the overwhelming pleasure of him inside you. Alastor catches his breath, his muscles tensing as he empties himself inside you a second time. He leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, whispering words of praise and affection in your ear.

"My perfect little dove… you've taken every inch of me…”

You smile through your daze, pleased with his compliment.

"I love your cock..." You mumble out.

Alastor's eyes light up as he hears your words. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he nuzzles against your neck.

"And I love filling you up...you're the only one who can make me feel this way..."

"I don't ever want another man to touch me for the rest of my days..." You sigh.

Alastor's expression turns serious as he hears your words. "And I will make sure no one else ever will. I'll protect you, keep you safe...you belong to me now, my love." He kisses you deeply, as if trying to brand you with his affection.

"Tell me... Tell me how you feel... How you desire me..." You beg as he kisses down your chin to your neck.

Alastor smirks against you as he hears your begging, his heart racing with desire and lust.

"I desire you so much it hurts… I think about you every second of every day, my sweet bird. I crave your touch, your kiss…”

"And who do I belong to...?" You ask teasingly.

Alastor's grip on you tightens, his voice laced with possessiveness. "You belong to me. Only me. You're my everything, my perfect little lover. I could never let you go." He continues to shower kisses along your neck, unable to control his emotions.

"And what would you do if anyone were to touch me...?" You ask, hoping to ignite his possessive craze.

Alastor's eyes narrow dangerously as he hears your question, his voice low and threatening.

"I would kill them. Slowly. They would suffer for daring to lay their filthy hands on what is mine. No one touches you but me."

"If someone held me down and took me by force..." You push out, gasping at the sound of his voice, so exciting to you. "What would you do...?”

Alastor's face turns furious at the thought, his body shaking with anger and possessiveness.

"If anyone dared to force themselves on you, I would rip them apart limb by limb. They would beg for death, but I would make sure they suffer first."

You shiver at the idea of his violent possessiveness.

"Alastor..." You moan out. "Do you think you have one more round in you...?" You ask quietly.

Alastor's eyes light up with a sinister hunger as he hears your question. "Oh, my sweet, I have endless rounds for you. I will never tire of taking you, owning you, possessing you. Again and again, until there is nothing left but us."

"Good, because I want you to fuck me while thinking about what you'd do if anyone ever held me like this... I want your rage and your fury..." You say in a seductive tone.

Alastor's body responds immediately to your tone, his cock already hard with desire. As he thrusts into you once more, he imagines someone else trying to claim what is his. His movements become more forceful, more desperate. You all but scream as he begins to ravish your already weakened body; the sounds that escape from you becoming animalistic.

"Mine…"

Alastor relishes in the sounds you make, his mind filled with dark thoughts of possession. He wants to mark you as his own, to make sure no one else will ever dare to touch you. His thrusts become more urgent as he feels your body tremble under him.

"Yours..." You moan, gripping his face and dragging him closer for a sloppy kiss.

Alastor eagerly responds, his tongue exploring your mouth with a new fervor. He wants to consume you, to keep you close and never let you go. His hands roam over your body, gripping you tightly as he continues to thrust into you.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" You cry out, you can't stop moaning, his cock making you feel like you might go crazy.

Alastor's eyes darken with pleasure as he hears your words. He wants to give you what you want, to bring you to the brink of madness with pleasure. His movements become more frenzied as he chases his own release, his cock buried deep inside of you.

"Claim me so no man could ever begin to take your place..." You groan, "Break me..."

As Alastor hears your words, his obsession takes over, his movements becoming more dominant and controlling. He wants to claim you, to make you his own. His thrusts become more powerful as he breaks through your barriers, his cock filling you completely.

Your eyes roll back into your head, leaving you looking almost possessed as your most powerful climax yet rocks through your body. Your muscles tensing so much that you even stop breathing as waves of pleasure roll through you.

Feeling you climax around him, Alastor can't help but smile, satisfied with the sight before him. He continues to thrust into you, prolonging your pleasure as long as possible. Eventually, he reaches his own climax, his cock throbbing inside of you as he releases himself completely.

The two of you collapse onto the ground in a heap, both fully spent now. Just a mass of flesh and sweat and cum... breathing deeply in an attempt to remain conscious. Alastor moves to lay next to you, his breathing still ragged as he tries to catch his own breath. His hand reaches out to rest on your chest, feeling your heart race as the aftershocks of pleasure wash over you. He leans in close, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips."

"I love you..." You whisper, exhausted, but still smiling.

Alastor's eyes light up at your confession, an overwhelming sense of happiness filling him up. He presses his lips to yours once more, this time in a deep, loving kiss.

"And I love you." He whispers back, his hand reaching up to gently cup your cheek.

"You're the only one for me..." You sigh.

Alastor's smile grows wider, his entire being glowing with happiness.

"And you are the only one for me. I will always be here for you, no matter what." He leans in for another kiss, his hand never leaving your face as he holds you close to him.

Damn that one was fun. Tysm Anon.

If anyone else has a request, please don't hesitate to send it my way. I love them. Also, I'm pretty open to any kinks outside of like, pedo shit or like scat. Lol. Push my limits, let's see where my boundaries lie!

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How would you do Batman, I'm just wondering because Batman's my favorite character

OH HO HO!! I HAVE WRITTEN SO MUCH ABOUT BATMAN!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

*ahem*

His show is called BATMAN: GOTHAM FILES, and I have the basic outline for each and every one of the seasons! There’s 9 total, plus a movie finale. Here we go!

SEASON ONE:

Most of us should know basically what Bruce’s backstory is, so I’ll keep this part brief. Bruce Wayne was eight years old when his millionaire mother and father were gunned down in front of him in an alleyway in Gotham City. They never found the killer. The family’s loyal butler, Alfred Pennyworth, took care of Bruce from that point onward. Bruce started taking self-defence classes in-between going to the schwanky Gotham Academy and learning how to run his father’s business, Wayne Enterprises (a massive conglomerate that was famous throughout all of America, but especially the East Coast.) The young man had hardly healed from his traumatic experience, though, and after graduating college (something he was practically forced to do by Alfred), he decided not to stay in Gotham. He hated the city. Instead, he took off in a plane… and secretly never intended to come back…

EIGHT YEARS LATER…

It was a welcome surprise when Bruce Wayne turned up in Gotham, seemingly in a much happier headspace and eager to finally, finally take his father’s business seriously. The Prince of Gotham had returned. Months after that, there was a new legend lurking in the streets of the city. Something called “the batman” or “the bat.” Criminals were getting caught and arrested left and right, and half of them were scared out of their minds about this spectre. The police force didn’t know what to make of it… except for one Captain Jim Gordon. He knew that the legend was true… and occasionally, he would sneak into his office and scare the living daylights out of him. He and Batman had been working together for a little while now, (we get an episode later that explores how they first met), but Gordon doesn’t know who he really is under the mask, and no one else in the force thinks that Batman is even real. But Gordon is eager to help him because the police force is falling apart. They’re completely unable to do their job and keep the streets safe, so Gordon agrees to help Batman stop crime in its tracks. He wants to make Gotham safer for his wife and daughter.

Shocking literally no one, the audience discovers that Bruce Wayne is Batman, working out of a massive secret base underneath Wayne Manor—his ancestral home. But, he must balance the life of a vigilante with the life of billionaire Bruce Wayne, which can be difficult at times. We get several episodes just laying the ground work. Who runs the company when Bruce isn’t around? Lucious Fox. Who manages Bruce’s affairs and schedule? Alfred. Who makes all the gadgets and gear that Batman uses? He does. Using plenty of materials and goods he can buy since he’s a billionaire. When did he learn how to make all this stuff? Hmmmmmm….

We meet our first few villains—Penguin, Two-Face, Scarecrow, Poison Ivy, Mr. Freeze, Riddler, etc—Batman is still trying to track down who murdered his parents, and we’re having a generally good time until THE MID SEASON FINALE. You see, there’s a circus coming to town.

Haley’s Traveling Circus was famous on the East Coast, being one of the oldest circuses in the country, as well as boasting the Fabulous Flying Graysons! A family trapeze act! However, this smiling troop of clowns was actually hiding some pretty dark secrets. When they arrived in Gotham City, they were asked to help out known mob-boss Tony Zucco with some… not-so-nice things. John Grayson, head of the Flying Graysons, had been feeling conflicted about how much behind-the-scenes shady dealings the circus had been involved with over the years. So, he thought that maybe if he just let the tiniest bit of evidence leak to the police, maybe they could handle everything and the Graysons wouldn’t be caught in the cross fire. This is what brings Batman to the scene. He investigates the circus, meets the Graysons, including their son, Richard, aka Dick, and eventually goes on to solve the mysterious crime, pinning it on Tony Zucco and getting certain members of Haley’s Circus arrested. (The ones actually involved in the crime.) However, Zucco manages to avoid jail time. Not only that, but he discovers who snitched on him. That night, after the case has been solved and Bruce shows up to catch the Flying Graysons perform, everything is going great until the unthinkable happens: the lines on the trapeze snap and Mr. and Mrs. Grayson go falling to their deaths.

Dick Grayson is an orphan… and he’s angry. He’s about 11 years old, but he’s smart enough to know what’s going on. He knows why Batman was coming around asking questions, he knows who Tony Zucco is, and he knows that his father made him very unhappy. After the police have arrived, but before social services do, Dick sneaks out and climbs to the top of the building with the Bat-Signal on it (yes, by this point in the story, that’s a thing). He flashes it on and off, rain pelting down, until the caped crusader arrives. He demands to know if this was Zucco’s fault. Batman refuses to say anything, but Dick doesn’t care. He says he’s going to make Zucco pay, whether Batman helps or not, and he tries his hardest to remain true to his word. After that night, Dick runs off through Gotham several times, trying to get in touch with Zucco and attempting to enact revenge, meanwhile Batman has to keep swooping in to keep the kid from getting himself killed. He recognises the pain he’s in—he completely understands his anger—and realises that he needs a teacher—a mentor—a father figure who can lead him through all of this and keep him out of trouble. So, as Bruce Wayne, he decides to adopt Dick. At first, Dick doesn’t want anything to do with this stranger—he’d rather stay with his circus family if he’s going to stay with anyone—but then, in court one day, Bruce says something—something only Batman said to him once—and all of a sudden, it clicks in Dick’s mind. He instantly asks to be placed in Bruce’s care and not a few hours after arriving at Wayne Manor, Dick manages to discover where the Batcave entrance is. Sneaking down there, he plans to become his own kind of vigilante, just like Batman, and get revenge… until Bruce catches him and tries to knock some sense into him.

It’s here that Bruce has to confront his own past. His sense and reason are saying, “Don’t let the kid try to enact revenge!” But then, he has to ask himself, “why am I still hunting down the man who killed my parents?” He has to tell himself, “it can’t be about revenge. Only what is just and fair.” When/if he finds the killer, he will turn him over to the authorities and let him face proper punishment. Zucco… he’s too powerful. There needs to be a lot of incriminating evidence against him before the police can take action, and even then, that’s not what Dick wants. Dick wants Zucco gone. Permanently. THAT is what needs to be dealt with inside of Dick. Bruce refuses to let this boy make himself a killer. Instead, he decides to channel that anger and drive into training him. You see, when Bruce vanished for eight years, it was during that time that he met many teachers and learned many new skills. Through bettering himself and learning these skills, he felt he had grown as a person and had worked through some of his emotions. It was therapeutic. He hopes it will be the same for Dick. He also teaches him about the justice system and detective work so that they can bring down Tony Zucco WITHOUT killing him. Little by little, over the course of the next year, Dick starts to turn into the infamous side-kick Robin, following Batman on small cases and learning about fighting crime… from a distance. (Mostly.) Dick does have a knack for getting into trouble.

On the personal side of things, Dick still needs to adjust to living in Wayne Manor, going to a new school (Gotham Academy) navigating being a wealthy, famous person’s adopted son, etc etc. And then… Ra’s Al Ghul shows up. Now it’s time for Bruce’s past to be revealed. He had traveled the world, and he did have many teachers, but none quite as legendary as the Demon’s Head, leader of the League of Shadows. A secret organisation (cult, really, Bruce later realised) that had mastered the art of martial arts, ninjutsu, and so much more. Each member was a peak specimen of the human race, with no genetic weaknesses or flaws, especially their leader, Ra’s. Bruce had been one of his top students, but then he had revealed his grande scheme for the world. Ra’s wanted to wipe out the rest of humanity (which he deemed as impure and flawed) and then the only people who would be left to inherit the Earth would be his perfect family and his perfect followers! All he was missing was a male heir to his throne. His daughter, Talia, most perfect of his children, had fallen in love with Bruce during his time in the Shadows, but before anything could come of it, Bruce had snuck out and left the League as fast as he could, meaning never to come back. Now, though, Ra’s had found him and wanted him to marry his daughter. Bruce refuses. Ra’s tries to take him by force, Robin helps save the day, it’s a big exciting grand finale to the season, and it ends with Ra’s and Talia retreating… because while Bruce was captured, they managed to steal some… “DNA”… and test tube baby Damian would be thus conceived, unbeknownst to Batman and Robin.

Anyway, things are looking up for our main characters. They saved the city, they saved each other, they’re working on their personal growth, and everyone is excited to see Season 2 because—

JOKER TEASE!!!! DUN DUN DUN!!!!

I’mma make more posts, this is a long one, strap in…

I also have a sketch of Talia…

Part 2 👇

[gloomwitchwrites]

1k challenge request- what is Ghost like on vacation? NSFW always preferred lol

Ghostie on vacation? Vacation?!? Yes, please. Funny enough, Ghost is currently on vacation in Ink & Needle, and that boy is being naughty in that AU. But that’s not what we’re talking about here. Thanks for sending this in! I hope you enjoy it (and the steamy bits).

Most of these are gn!reader with one or two exceptions!

Word Count: 729

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Do y’all remember the bit of banter between Soap, Ghost, and Laswell in MW3? And Ghost replies “why not both?” when it comes to whether they prefer the beach or snow. To me, that means Ghost is down for anything. He’ll take a road trip or a week-long stay in Bali. Man just loves a good vacation.

On that note, when Ghost and Soap were being a bit cheeky about the “tan lines around the eyes,” he insinuates he wears the mask, but I don’t believe that. When Simon isn’t in the field, he’s not going to wear his mask, especially on vacation. He’d stick out like a sore thumb.

If Simon is taking a vacation with his S/O, he’s really down for anything. It can be simple and romantic. It could be camping. Hell, you could drag him to Disneyworld and he’d probably still enjoy himself.

However, he’s very much controlling when it comes to traveling. He’s the Dad in this scenario. He packs in advance, he wakes up way too early to go to the airport, he checks to make sure the plane is actually at the gate, he keeps the schedule, and Simon isn’t necessarily going to just “go with the flow” in the moment. Simon is the one holding the passports and tickets. God help you if you try to seize them from him.

No mask. Period. And no work. Simon isn’t taking phone calls, emails, or anything else. Price can deal with any shenanigans on his own.

Terrible about putting on sunscreen. You’re always making sure he’s protecting his skin.

Most of the spending money is spent on feeding Simon. Dude is a brick wall and he’s always eating. And when he’s not eating something, he’s buying you whatever you want.

If the vacation requires driving, Simon prefers taking his own vehicle or renting one. He doesn’t skimp here. Simon will select a reputable rental car company and select something roomy.

Holds you accountable on everything, but is also incredibly indulgent. You might complain that something is expensive and you won’t get it, and Simon will say good on you for sticking to your guns, but he’ll also just fucking buy it anyway because he can’t help seeing you smile.

Vacations (or rather holidays) are Simon’s one opportunity to forget everything. He can spend time with you completely uninterrupted. No life shit. No work shit. Just you and him.

Enjoys the outdoors but is also down for exploring cities, walking through museums, and trying new things. Simon is open to exploring a culture he’s never interacted with before, especially if he’s doing it with you.

Likes to travel and go on vacation during off-seasons. Simon isn’t a fan of crowds and it’s not from an anxiety standpoint. That military training is hard to dislodge, and he’s often overly aware of potential threats in a crowd.

Has a terrible sweet tooth. Simon will eat more desserts than actual food if you’re not watching him.

Loves long road trips because he enjoys all the lazy blow jobs you give him while in the car. Sometimes he has to pull over and just have his way with you.

Basically, you and Simon are fucking regardless of where you are.

Going on a destination vacation to a beachy oasis? Simon is fucking you in the cabana, in the hotel room, in the private pool, under a waterfall. Sometimes it might be lazy and slow, and sometimes he’s just chasing his own end and needs to be inside you.

Camping? That tent is seeing some action. You’re little spoon. Simon is big spoon. And he probably has his cock buried deep inside you, rocking his hips lazily while is hand is playing with other parts of you.

But he’s smart not to fuck out in the wilderness. Bug bites are the fucking worse.

In the cabin in the Pacific Northwest? He’s fucking you by the fire while it rains outside.

Simon’s intimacy and romantic side really flourishes during this time. Because there are no outside distractions, he’s able to put his entire focus on you. Along with the sex, Simon is simply an attentive partner. While he’s here to enjoy himself, he is also highly aware of your needs.

Hates when the two of you have to go back to the real world. Would rather disappear with you forever.

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Singin’ In The Rain

Summary: When Will overhears Don Callis harassing a beautiful woman, he can’t help but stop and help her. But when Callis hears Will call her love, it sets off a chain reaction no one could have anticipated.

Warnings: mob au, talk of violence, angst, threats, fighting, fluff, love at first sight ish?, they’re both smitten, this is not a slow burn

A/N: I’m super excited to share my first Will fic!!!! I hope you all love and enjoy. There will definitely be a part two, but fair warning, it’ll be slow to come out😂 thank you so much to @madhatterbri for helping me out, and getting me obsessed with Will😂💚 and @hotgirlgraps , hopefully this fuels your growing appreciation for Will😂🫶

Y/N pressed play on her playlist, and as Singin' in the Rain filled her cafe she let a comfortable smile rest on her lips.

She walked to the door to flip the open sign on, and couldn't help but laugh as she saw one of her regulars waiting.

She opened the door to greet the old man happily. "Good morning Mr.Emerson"

"Morning Y/N" he smiled back, walking in as she held the door for him.

Y/N bounced back to behind the counter. "Would you like the usual?"

"You know it" the old man nods.

She grabs a bag with two cinnamon rolls she had already packaged and holds them out to him. "Here's these to snack on while I make your tea"

He laughs and reaches into his pocket to retrieve his wallet.

"Mr.Emerson" Y/N chides playfully. "I tell you everyday, that is not necessary. You've been here almost everyday since I opened"

"I don't argue, do I?" He teases.

"No" Y/N laughs. "Because you put it in the tip jar instead"

"You deserve it hon" He replies, putting the bills into the yellow jar.

Y/N smiles, warmth filling her chest from the sweet man. "Well, thank you, Mr.Emerson. Your tea will be right out"

The man nods, and sits down in his usual cushioned seat by the window to people-watch.

Y/N hummed along to the music softly playing as she made his honey tea.

She poured it into a light green cup with a matching saucer before picking it up, and walking around the counter to bring it to him.

"Here you go" she smiles.

"Thank you" he smiles.

She nods before retreating to the counter. Mr.Emerson was always the best part of her day. He started coming as soon as it opened 3 years ago, and had come almost every single morning since.

She had formed relationships with many people from the community since opening, some sweet like Mr.Emerson.

And some are not quite as sweet.

And that rang true when she heard the bell ring, and looked up to see none other than Don Callis parade inside with Hobbs close behind him.

Y/N didn't mind Hobbs, she knew him before he had joined the Callis family and they got along well.

But she knew to steer clear of Callis, she had been told that by Taz Senerchia himself.

She had grown up next door to the Senerchias, and was very close with them.

Taz always made sure to look out for her, even sending men to watch over her when situations got tense.

Everyone knew her association with Taz, he made sure of it. As one of the most powerful mob leaders in the city, he wanted it known that no one should ever put their hands on Y/N or her store.

She was thankful for this, but it made it awkward when members of other mobs came in. Especially other leaders.

"Y/N, dear!" Callis greets, a deceptive smile on his face.

"Good morning" Y/N nods to him. "Mornin' Hobbs"

Hobbs nods and sends a small smile back to her.

She takes their orders, and silently starts making their drinks as Callis stares her down.

Y/N does her best to avoid any eye contact with him, and cringes when he speaks again.

"So Y/N, I heard Taz has been looking to make some expansions in his business"

"I wouldn't know anything about that" Y/N answers stiffly, but worry begins building in her gut.

She kneels down behind the counter like she has to grab something. But she instead quickly pulls her phone out of her apron pocket and sends Hook, Taz's son, a message that Callis is there asking questions.

Callis leans against the counter, watching her like a hawk as she stands back up. "Oh, come on now. We both know that's not true. They must have mentioned something over family dinner"

"I'm not involved with anything Taz has going on. You know that" Y/N insists through gritted teeth.

"I know you’d parents were-" Callis is cut off by the bell on the door ringing, and Y/N couldn't be more thankful.

She looked up, but froze when she saw who waltzed in.

"Ospreay" Callis practically growls at the smiling man.

"Hello" Will grins nonchalantly.

Y/N had never properly met Will. She'd seen him once or twice leaving Taz's after a meeting, or at a gala she accompanied Hook to so he didn't have to bother finding a date, but they'd never spoken.

"Why don't you boys just get your drinks and not bother the pretty lady?" Will asks charmingly, before sending a dazzling smile to Y/N. "Morning love"

"Good morning" she mumbles softly, heat rushing to her cheeks as she finishes up the drinks.

"Thank you, have a nice day" Y/N says. She hands them their coffees and Callis immediately stomps out.

Hobbs sends her a parting smile before following quickly behind.

"Sorry about all the fuss" Will apologizes with a sheepish smile.

But Y/N shakes her head. "No, thank you! I don't think they would have left me alone if it wasn't for you"

That makes Will grin, and puff his chest out a little with pride. "Always happy to help"

"Well" Y/N takes a deep breath, regrouping from the whirlwind of emotions that she just had. "Would you like some breakfast for your troubles?"

"It was no trouble at all" Will insists. "But some breakfast does sound quite nice. What would you suggest darling?"

Y/N blushes again, and Will can't stop the proud and goofy smile that grows on his face at seeing her cheeks turn pink.

"The um, the chai is my favorite. I make mine with oat milk. But the milk tea is another really good one. And there's a lot of different coffees if you're not a tea person" Y/N rambles.

"I'll take a chai love. And a slice of that banana bread too please, it looks amazing" Will orders.

"Coming right up" Y/N happily turns to start his order.

“Lovely song” Will notes after hearing her humming along.

Y/N grins at him over her shoulder. “It’s one of my favorites. The movie too. Singing in the rain is a classic”

“I haven’t seen it. Maybe we could watch it together sometime?”

But then the door busts open, and Will whips around. His friendly posture quickly changes to defensive and strong, but he relaxes when he sees Hook running in.

"Where are they?" Hook asks urgently, rushing behind the counter and over to Y/N.

"They're gone" Y/N immediately answers, placing her hands on his arms as he scans her for any injuries.

He cups her face with his hands and stares into her eyes. "They didn't touch you, did they? I'll kill them" he growls.

"No, I'm completely fine Tyler" Y/N comforts with a soft smile. She brushes some hair out of his eyes as she speaks. "They were just asking questions. And then Mr.Ospreay got them to leave"

"No need for Mr., darling" Will grins. "Just call me Will"

Hook's eyes snap over to Will, and his arms move to be wrapped around Y/N's waist. "Why are you here Ospreay? You starting stuff with Callis in her shop?" His eyes narrow dangerously.

Will raises his hands in surrender. "I didn't mean to cause anything Hook"

"I won't tolerate you bringing issues around her, and neither will my dad" Hook threatens, his grip on Y/N tightening defensively.

"I just saw them bothering her and wanted to help. That's all" Will assures.

"He didn't do anything Tyler, I promise" Y/N insists. "They wouldn't have left if it wasn't for him"

Hook looks down at her, and only to her would he let his hard eyes show a little worry. "But now they may think you're involved with him somehow. They could come around here more often to look for him. They have a personal vendetta against him"

Will wants to object, but he really couldn't. He hadn't thought about that before he interrupted. If Callis thinks he cares for Y/N, he wouldn't be above coming after her. He wouldn't hesitate. "I didn't mean to start any trouble, Hook, honestly. I didn't think about it like that"

"No, you didn't!" He snaps, letting Y/N go and circling the counter. "From what I hear you don't think through much! Callis will go after anyone he thinks is associated with you!"

"Tyler!" Y/N exclaims, making both men look over at her. "Stop causing a scene in my cafe!"

Hook huffs, before doing as told and taking a step back from Will. He crosses his arms and leans against the counter while glaring at Will.

"It was just one interaction" Y/N says. "We don't know that Callis will think anything of it. I'll be fine. I'm a big girl and can take care of myself"

Y/N woke up that night to a crash.

She jumped up and looked around as her basset hound, who was soundly asleep by her feet, growled.

"What is it, Charles?" She nervously asks, before fishing around in her bedside table's drawer for her taser that Taz had gifted her.

She walks out of her room with Charles trailing behind, and peaks around the corner to her living room.

She doesn't see a person, but there's a brick lying on the floor along with shattered class from her window that was now busted.

She approaches the brick, and her eyes widen when she sees a note wrapped around it.

She picks it up, and she can feel her heart practically beating out of her chest at the words.

Your little boyfriend will agree to our terms, or we will be back

Y/N paced back and forth as she stood in her cafe the next morning.

She was terrified that Callis would show up, and at first, she wasn't even going to open today and instead run right to Taz and tell him what happened.

But then she realized it would cause a war between the Senerchias and Callis, and she didn't want to put them through that just for her.

But on the other hand, she didn't know how she could keep this a secret from them.

As all the nerves screamed in her head, there was one person she had no doubt she needed to inform.

So here she was, glancing up anxiously every time someone walked by, hoping Will would show up so she could talk to him.

And at 11 o'clock he finally walked in with that same handsome smile. "Morning love!"

Y/N walked around the counter and practically ran over to him. "I need to talk to you"

"About?" Will asks slowly, watching her turn off the open sign.

"This" She pulls the note out of the pocket on her apron and shoves it into his chest before grabbing his hand and pulling him to the back.

He read the note as she led him up the stairs to her apartment, which was above the cafe.

He felt a cold chill run through his body at the words. He never intended to get her wrapped up in any of this, he simply wanted to flirt with a pretty woman. "I... I am so sorry"

"It's.." Y/N trails off, staring down at her carpet. "It's okay Will.."

"No, it isn't" he insists. "I never meant to put you in any danger"

"I'm used to being in danger" She answers softly.

Will just looks over at the broken window, his frown resembling a kicked puppy.

Y/N felt sadness forming in her chest at his face. "I know you didn't mean to cause any of this Will"

"I'll do whatever it takes to protect you" he pledges. "Anything it takes to keep you safe. Have you told Taz?"

Y/N shakes her head. "I almost did. But I don't want him to start a war with Callis over me. I thought you may know what I should do"

"I do" he nods. "The fewer people who know this the better. Callis must see you as the perfect target. He's been making moves into Taz's territory recently, and he hates me"

Y/N nods softly, as fear takes root throughout her body.

Will sees her stiffen, and her breathing starts picking up as the reality of this situation becomes clearer to her. "Hey, hey, hey, it'll be okay"

"Will it?" She breathes out. "What if he gets to me? I- I've heard what he's capable of. Wh-What he's done to people-"

"Listen to me love" Will coaxes her to sit down on the couch, and he kneels in front of her, placing his hands on her knees and looking her in the eye. "I am going to keep you safe. I caused this, and I'm going to fix it"

Y/N nods silently, looking at Will through the tears in her eyes.

"Why do you care what happens to me?" She asks after a moment. "You don't even know my name"

Will chuckles at that. "That is something we'll have to fix love. Because I'm gonna be around for a while. I wouldn't let anyone get hurt because of my big mouth"

Y/N giggles at that, making Will smile back at her. He was proud to have been able to make her laugh at that moment despite the circumstances.

"Y/N" she softly says. "My name is Y/N"

"Y/N" Will echoes. "That's a beautiful name love"

"Thank you" she replies bashfully.

"I, um" Y/N stumbles over her words as she stands up. "I should go check on Charles"

"Charles?" Will asks. He had just met Y/N, but the thought of her possibly being in a relationship made his stomach drop.

"Yeah, my dog" Y/N answers.

Will let out a breath at her explanation, and watched as she walked to her bedroom door and opened it.

A cute little basset hound came trotting out, ears dragging on the floor as he stared at Will.

Will smiled and kneeled down to hold out his hand. "Hey little guy"

But the dog's eyes narrow, and he lets out a bark before standing in front of Y/N defensively.

"Charles!" Y/N exclaims. She leans down to pick him up, and pets his head. "I'm sorry about that, he's usually very gentle"

"It's alright love" Will waves it off. "He's gotta protect his mama, don't you boy?"

"He wouldn't leave my side for the rest of the night" Y/N sighs. "He hasn't gotten much sleep at all"

"I'm sure he'll get some rest today" Will replies, a sympathetic look on his handsome face.

"Will.." Y/N sighs as she sets Charles down by her feet. "I have to tell Taz. He's like my father, I can't keep this from him"

Will is quiet for a moment, mulling over the circumstances in his head. He understood where she was coming from, and to be honest he didn't see a downside to telling Taz.

It was Hook he was worried about. Judging by his attitude in the cafe, it made him worried that Hook would try to confront Callis.

And admittedly, he was nervous about what Hook would do to him.

"I know it's a lot to consider" Y/N interrupts Will's thoughts. "But they're my family"

Will walks over to her and takes her hands in his before he nods. "I understand love"

Y/N froze for a moment, her heartbeat quickening as he cradled her hands like they were the most fragile thing.

"I've gotta head to the store to grab the stuff to fix your window. Call them over and explain. I'll be back soon" Will says.

"No, Will, I can get the window fixed" Y/N frowns, but her eyes widen as he places a finger against her lips.

Will wasn't one to freeze, but he couldn't deny he had when she stared up at him with curious doe eyes, his finger pressed against her lips. He couldn't help but imagine those lips against his own.

He shook his head quickly, regaining his train of thought. "This whole mess is my fault Y/N, I insist"

"O-Okay" She stutters out, cheeks bright pink as she stares up at him.

"Excuse me?"

Y/N stiffened as those words flew out of Hook's mouth.

She, Hook, and Taz were seated around her dining table, and she had just explained the situation to them.

She saw how tightly Hook was now gripping the fork in his hand, and she could feel his bouncing leg shaking the table.

Meanwhile, Taz was silent. Too silent.

She knew he was angry, she could tell by his tense jaw and clenched fists. She appreciated that he was trying to keep his cool, as he always did. It made her feel more grounded, like if Taz could be calm she could too. But Y/N wasn't oblivious to the fact that he was certainly upset under the surface.

"He didn't do it on purpose Ty" Y/N mumbles nervously. "He was just trying to get Callis to leave me alone"

"Why would he flirt with you like that right in front of Callis?!" Hook demands. "Why was he doing it at all for that matter?!"

"Tyler" Taz says his name sternly. "We are past that now. We have to focus on the situation at hand; which is how to keep Y/N safe"

"I know how" Hook fumes. "We get her as far away from Will as possible. Make it clear she has no connection with him at all"

"We don't know that Callis would believe it" Taz counters. "If Y/N is sent away it may look like Will is pulling out all the stops in order to protect her. It could just solidify his position"

"So we do nothing?!" Hook asks incredulously.

"I didn't say that" Taz immediately snaps, sending his son a warning look. "I would like to discuss how to go forward with Will"

"He'll be back soon" Y/N spoke up. "He went to get the stuff to fix my window"

Taz frowned at her red-tinted eyes; it was clear she was very scared, and he couldn't stand it. He promised her parents long ago that he would protect her. So he stood up, and Y/N followed him to the living room where they both sat on the couch.

"Hey, hon, look at me" Taz places his hand on her shoulder.

She does as told, and Taz gently smiles. "I'm gonna do whatever it takes to keep you safe, you understand me? Anything"

Y/N nodded and leaned over to hug his torso. "Thank you, Taz"

Taz smiled as her head rested against his chest, and rubbed up and down her back. "Of course hon. No one's gonna hurt you, not while we're around"

Hook nodded, and stood up to walk over to them. He sat in the space next to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "We'll do whatever it takes"

"You guys always make me feel safe" Y/N smiles sleepily.

Taz just smiles, and rocks her back and forth like he used to do when she was little.

She dozed off into a peaceful sleep, a soft smile stuck on her face.

But as soon as Taz was sure she was out minutes later, a hard look overtook his features. "We're gonna do whatever is necessary to make this problem go away"

Hook immediately nods. "Want me to reach out to Hobbs?"

"Absolutely" Taz answers. "I don't give a damn about Ospreay. I'll deliver his head to Callis on a platter if that's what it takes"

But what neither man realized was Charles had brushed against her foot. He had woken her up and she heard their words.

Y/N sat awkwardly in her orange beanbag, glancing every so often between the two Senerchia men and Will.

Taz and Hook were whispering to each other in the kitchen. And Charles was also curled up at Hook's feet, glaring at Will too.

Will was doing his best to ignore their nasty looks and focus on the broken window.

"Are you sure you don't want me to call someone to fix that Will? I don't want you getting hurt" Y/N said.

But Will just sends her a charming smile. "Don't worry about me love, I've got it covered. I'm rather good with my hands"

Hook's scoff could be heard from a mile away.

Will ignored Hook's clear disdain, instead reveling in the flustered and blushy look on Y/N's gorgeous face.

"Are we entirely sure Callis is actually wrong in his assumption about those two?" Taz mumbles to Hook with a chuckle.

But Hook just huffs and crosses his arms. "She's not getting involved with him, he's got way too many enemies"

Taz raises an eyebrow. "So do we son"

"But he's different" Hook whispers sharply. "He's so nonchalant about everything. He doesn't think things through. He's dangerous for her. And her dad never would have approved of this"

"On the contrary" Taz laughs. "Will reminds me of her father. And you sound like Y/N's mother's father when she got involved with him"

"Y/N's dad was very level-headed" Hook counters, remembering the man from his childhood.

"Once he settled down with Kimberly, sure" Taz laughs, reminiscing about his friends. "But Max was not always like that. When they first met it was actually because he was running from the cops. He ran into her parent's shop to hide, and she was the only one working at the time. She let him hide out there, against her better judgment as she always said. He wouldn't stop flirting with her until she said she'd give him to the cops herself if he didn't"

"That sounds like Aunt Kim" Hook smiles softly.

"She was always so strong" Taz sadly smiles. "They started sneaking around together, and before they knew it Kim got pregnant. He thought it was just a given they'd get married then, but she said no. She told him, if you're gonna be with me, there's gonna be some stability. She didn't want to raise a child in an environment where he was running from the cops or enemy gangs every day. He thought she wanted him to go legit, but she said no to that too. She was always so clear about what she wanted. Kim didn't want him to stop, it's what he loved. His father did it, and so did his. She just told him to be more cautious, and not pick a fight every time someone rubbed him the wrong way. And he agreed.

"I was the best man at their wedding, you know" Taz grins proudly.

"I know, you have the picture right on the mantle" Hook replies.

Then Y/N walks into the kitchen. "Hey guys, I'm gonna get started on dinner. Any requests?"

"I'm gonna head out hon" Taz answers, leaning down to hug her and kiss her on the forehead. "But Tyler's staying, and I'm sure he'll have an opinion"

Y/N laughs and leans up to kiss his cheek. "Okay, I'll see you soon Taz"

"Have a good night hon. And don't you worry about a thing, I'll handle this" he looks directly into her eyes as he speaks the comforting words.

Y/N nods up at him, but the dark twinge in his eyes does nothing to quell her nerves. She figured Taz must have a plan, and with what she overheard when he thought she was asleep, she had an idea of what it was.

Y/N watched him leave with a frown on her face, her mind running a hundred miles a minute as she thought about what plans Taz was cooking up. And furthermore, how they would affect Will.

She wasn't exactly sure why the thought of something happening to Will made her heart ache so much. She had just met the man, and in less than five minutes he managed to put her in danger. She should despise him.

But as Y/N glances back at the silly man trying to fix her window, guilt was eating her alive as she imagined what could be in store for him.

"Are you okay Y/N?" Hook asked as he waved his hand in front of her face to interrupt her staring.

Y/N blinked before looking up at him. "What is Taz planning on doing?"

Hook raised an eyebrow as he looked down at her. She never wanted to know about the details of their 'business'. "Don't worry about it Y/N, we've got everything covered"

"I just.." Y/N hesitated. What she was considering was wrong, and she shouldn't do it. But with one last glance over at Will, who was trying and failing to get Charles to let him pet him, she decided it had to be done. "I'm scared Tyler... I'm scared and I want to know that you guys have a plan to make this all go away"

Hook bit his lip as he weighed his options. Taz was clear when he told him the plans earlier while they were whispering back and forth; he said not to tell Y/N. But as she let out a sniffle, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug.

She leaned her head against his chest as he whispered into her ear. "Dad is gonna offer to tell Callis where Will is, in exchange for him leaving you alone. If everything goes to plan, Callis will be here by the end of the night"

Y/N did her best to keep her breath steady as she listened. "Tyler, Callis is going to hurt Will. He only didn't do anything in the cafe because of all the people-"

"That's not our problem" Hook huffed. "Whatever Callis does to him is deserved, he should have never put you in this position"

"He was just-"

"This isn't a negotiation Y/N" Hook firmly stated, pulling back to meet her angry eyes. "Do you know what Callis would do to you if he thought you'd lead him to his revenge on Will?"

"I don't care" Y/N hissed, voice raising just enough for Will's eyes to flicker over to them. "It's not right for you to do this to him"

"Y/N-"

"Just leave me alone" Y/N crosses her arms and stomps off into her bedroom.

Both men watched as Charles ran after her, slipping into the room before she slammed the door.

But as soon as the door was closed she locked it and ran to the closet.

She yanked out her suitcase and threw it onto the bed.

Charles watched as Y/N opened it and started shoving her clothes haphazardly into it.

Anxiety was raging through her veins as she packed her things, unsure if this was the best thing to do.

It wasn't, not for herself anyway.

If she just let Taz go through with his plan she'd be safe in a measly couple of hours.

But the thought of sacrificing Will to achieve that was sickening to her.

He didn't do anything wrong, he was just a sweet man who wanted to protect her from Callis despite not even knowing her.

He could have just kept waking when he saw Callis harassing her, but he did what was right. Not what was best for himself.

And Y/N was determined to do the same for him in return.

So with one final deep breath, she zipped the last of her things in the suitcase and walked back out into the living room.

Hook was still in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and looking at his phone.

And Will appeared to be almost finished with repairing the window.

Y/N walked over to him and kneeled beside him. "Do you need any help?"

"No love, I'm almost-" he paused as she leaned close to him, seemingly to get a closer look at his progress.

But her face was right next to his, and he stared at her like a deer caught in the headlights.

He was snapped back to reality when she whispered in his ear. "Say you forgot something at the store and need to go get it"

"But I don't-"

"Shush! And do what I said" she whisper yells, a pointed look in her eyes. "He won't let you leave, he'll go instead"

"Why-"

"Just do it and stop asking questions" Y/N insists sternly, before standing up and walking into the kitchen.

"What would you like for dinner?" Y/N asks softly, looking at Hook with false remorse.

Hook just smiles sympathetically at her. "You're having a tough day, whatever will be easiest for you"

Y/N nods and smiles back. She leans over and pulls him into a hug. "I love you, Ty"

"I love you too" He replies.

"Hey, mate" Will finally speaks up, walking over to them. "I just realized I forgot to get sealer for the window. I'm gonna head to the store really quick and pick some up"

Hook's eyes widen slightly before he returns his face to stoic and sends a look over at Y/N.

She pretends to look nervous as he looks back over at Will.

"Why don't you stay here? Callis probably has his men out looking for you. I'll get it" Hook says.

Will nods. "I appreciate it"

Hook nods back, before looking down at Y/N. "If you need me, call"

"I will" she says, and watches as he walks out.

She trails after him, and looks through the peephole to make sure he's gone.

"What's going on love?" Will confusedly asks, staring as she then runs over to the window to see if Hook's car has pulled out.

"We have to leave. Now" Y/N stresses, running to the bedroom and grabbing her suitcase.

Will furrows his eyebrows, eyes wide as she rolls out her bag. "What are you talking about?"

"Taz has a plan" Y/N explains as she runs to the closet and pulls Charles' cage out. "He's planning on telling Callis you're here in exchange for him leaving me out of this. I don't think we have much time left, it's almost dark out. We have to go"

Will stood silent, watching as she coaxed Charles into the cage.

He couldn't understand why she was telling him this. Why she was willing to run away with him. If she went through with this, she'd be hiding from Callis for months, possibly years. And cutting herself off from everyone she knows and loves. Her business, which she was so clearly passionate about, and the Senerchias.

He was just some guy who showed up and brought world-shattering problems with him.

"Why are you telling me this?" Will mumbled. "Why do you care at all what happens to me?"

"Why do you care what happens to me?" Y/N counters.

"I brought this problem upon you, love" Will answers. "I did this; made the problem, brought it to your doorstep, and put you in danger. You should be happy to get rid of me. You're not thinking this through"

"Maybe not, but I've already told you now" Y/N says. "And you're going to run either way, and if I stay Callis will know I warned you-"

"No" Will cuts her off. "No, I won't run"

"What are you talking about?" Y/N raises to her feet.

Will takes a step towards her, a sad smile on his handsome face. "I won't run" he repeats gently. "I'll stay. I'll stay right here. Whatever plans Callis has awaiting me, that's fine. Because it means you'll be safe. I brought this upon myself and I have to deal with the consequences. I knew what would happen when I left him. And I knew it further when I started a rival group. I accepted the consequences when I chose this life. But you, you didn't. And you don't deserve to be in danger because I can't refrain from flirting with a beautiful girl"

Y/N couldn't help but let out a little laugh, and he did too as tears welled up in both their eyes.

"I know what's coming, love" Will says, placing his hand against her cheek and staring into her eyes. "And it's okay"

"I'm not worth this. Please don't do this Will” Y/N whimpers. "We can hide away together; run away together”

Will smiles. “I must be crazy to deny running away with you”

“Then don’t” Y/N whispers. “Don’t. And run away with me”

“You don’t even know me darling” Will cautions. “I’m not a good person, I’ve done some terrible things”

“So has everyone” Y/N replies.

“Is that right?” He teases. “What have you done?”

“I snuck out once to go to a party” Y/N dramatically proclaims.

“Scandalous” Will laughs. “But I fear you’ll find that my crimes are much more serious”

“Taz is like my father, and I know what he’s done” Y/N insists. “I may not know you yet, but I’ll learn. And if I ever change my mind, I’ll just have to run away for a second time”

“I’d never try to stop you” Will answers seriously.

“Then we have nothing to worry about” Y/N smiles. “Now let’s go, please! We’ve wasted enough time!”

Will stays in place as she runs to grab Charles’ food, shoving it into a backpack.

She runs around the room, grabbing a few last things such as pictures and a couple of things from the kitchen.

Will lets out a loud sigh. “You’re crazy love”

“No more than you are”

“Y/N!” Hook exclaims from outside, knocking loudly on her door.

He’d been outside for 5 minutes and had no response.

He finally has enough, and squares his shoulders before backing up and kicking in the door.

His eyes widen fearfully when he sees some important pictures missing from the walls.

He runs into the bedroom, and yanks open the closet to find many clothes are gone, as well as her suitcase.

As he realizes he doesn’t hear the pitter-patter of Charles’ little paws, he lets out a string of curses.

He never should have told Y/N the damn plan.

[pouralaura]

I wanted to ask you this because I adore your Tav and how you write Raphael. Seriously I can’t get enough of them together. ♥️

We all talk about finding Raphael’s diary, but what if he found Tav’s? Tav who’s all prideful and teases him, acts like they’re not interested in him. Keeps their guard up, ya know? But he snatches up their diary and uncovers that they are anything but uninterested…

Basically just constant gushing, all of those embarrassing, obsessed, horny thoughts written down that Tav would rather die than admit to. ESPECIALLY to Raphael.

Thank you so much for the kind words! I love to write em mutually obsessed in the worst way. down so bad. 24/7 gross about each other.

here's a little something

--

Tav is out.

She's traipsing about with her companions (far less interesting than she; nuisances toward whom Raphael simply can't help his indifference) around the city, so it's a perfect time to do a bit of reconnaissance. Normally he'd demand this of Korrilla, but he is quite fond of Tav.

And sending Korrilla into Tav's private rooms at the Elfsong won't be quite enough this time. Some clients require a more personal touch -- more exclusive scrutiny.

(And, if he happens to find a delicious little morsel during his perusal through Tav's personal items, perhaps all the better.)

...Also helpful to have his little warlock downstairs to keep watch, just in case his target returns unexpectedly.

So: yes, Tav is out, and Raphael is in. He's poofed into her little bedroom, surveyed her meager possessions, and found...

...what has he found? Not much. Some emptied bottles and a wine glass that ought to be washed, a few books here and there in various states of being read, some dirtied laundry (but in a literal sense, not really what he's looking for).

There is, however, a small leather-bound volume on Tav's nightstand. Unassuming. Perhaps a journal.

He flips open to the most recent page, half-full of Tav's blocky print, and he discovers he's correct. Her writing is smudged inelegantly where he presumes she's rested the heel of her hand against the paper as she moves along. It's poor penmanship. Raphael tuts in disappointment.

But then he takes in the actual content of the page, and...

It's quite the discovery.

Oh, there's no mention of illithids anywhere. No reference to the Astral Plane, or their travels along the Sword Coast beyond a few landscape details. Not even a single acknowledgement of the long-awaited death of Ketheric Thorm.

No, it's something else entirely.

Her language is tentative and blushing at first, but grows more and more lewd as the paragraphs wind on. Such a hard-headed woman -- it's not a compliment -- headstrong and obstinate, keen and incisive...and she might as well have written a name in looping cursive surrounded by hearts all over these pages.

But what name? A lover from her past? Surely not one of her little friends.

Who is this man, who's clearly enchanted her so thoroughly? Tav writes of warm brown eyes and curls she'd like to touch and oh she knows he's absolutely fucking packing under those ugly-ass trousers --

Positively troglodytic language from his favorite little mouse. Raphael scoffs. How curious he is now to uncover the source of her more basal fantasies (aspersions cast on attire clearly notwithstanding). He flips another page, and scans the contents he finds.

Something tells me that man likes the sound of his own name more than anything. I'd say it all he wanted if I could have his mouth on me.

Raphael tastes iron and brimstone as he bites down on his tongue. His piercing gaze darts to the opposite page.

Would hate to stifle his sinful voice, though, even with it between my legs. Wonder if he'd sound the same with his cock buried so far in me he'd cum out my damn nose -- "Little mouse", he'd groan for me --

...

The devil blinks.

Well, well, well.

So it's he whom the hero of the story fancies so intensely, is it, now? Usually so quick to brush him off, to turn up her nose at his delivery...but ah, how her writing contradicts her demeanor. What a find. What a delight. Raphael's shit-eating grin nearly rivals his erection in size. (Also, yes, he's obviously packing; the little mouse is entirely correct. As if he'd glamour himself a small human cock.)

But he's not able to bask in this delicious revelation for long, as he feels the press of Korrilla's signature sending spell at the edge of his mind, signaling Tav's return to the inn. Much as he'd love to read more -- perhaps alongside a glass of wine, a hot bath, and the willing, pliant flesh of his pretty incubus (in the form of the Archduchess tonight, he thinks, as his cock aches) -- it's time to vacate the premises.

Carefully he replaces the leather-bound volume on Tav's bedside table exactly as he'd found it, snaps his fingers, and he's gone in a puff of smoke and glittering sparks. As if he'd never been there at all.

--

It's not a week later when he sees her again at the Caress, come to ask another question and draw out her inevitable agreement to his terms once again.

(He's in no hurry. He's not the one with a ticking time bomb in his pretty mortal head.)

It's not until she gets up to leave, her little friends in tow --

"See you later, Raphael."

-- that he makes his move. Stands with them as is polite, sweeps around elegantly to Tav's side as she follows her companions to the door.

Raphael places a hand delicately at the small of her back, giving her pause. Leans in close to her ear, pitching his voice low:

"How I do love the sound of my name more than almost anything else, little mouse. Particularly when it comes from your mouth."

Fingertips drift down further, tracing the line of Tav's hip to a point between decent and indecent -- the lightest of touches; almost-but-not-quite a caress. Raphael watches a flush travel from the apples of the mouse's cheeks down her neck, its trail further hidden by the unfortunately high line of her leather armor.

He thinks he's got her, but then she looks up to meet his eyes, and there's laughter behind her gaze as she delivers her line and exits stage left.

"The quilting on your trousers is ugly as all the Hells."

The devil is left bereft of words as Tav skips off to join the vampling and the Selunite at the door, casting one last (heated? mocking? both?) glance back at him. A wink in exchange for the sneering curl of his lip -- a rose for his thorns; a thorn for his roses.

But his scorn melts into a smirk when she disappears from sight. If it's more than a bit fond, who's to say?

He does love it when his clients put up a fight.

Perhaps he'll bring her to her knees in more ways than one. Give her an eyeful of the expensive quilting she seems to despise so passionately.

[moondustpugh]

The Hate Formula

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Living in the same building, across from each other shouldn't be much of a problem, right? But how come you and Joe tend to always push each other's buttons every day? Is it because you both truly just hated each other or is it because there was something more to it?

Author's Note: Welcome to another enemies to lovers fic! :) Let's also welcome back our bff, Sara. I'm sort of excited about this because it's so chaotic and fun and as you all know, I usually write angsty sad fics. So, I'm kind of having fun with this one. I hope you all enjoy! Please comments are always welcome! Thank you!

Wordcount: 2.9K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten

Two Years Ago…

The sun was beating down in the city of New York. It was the middle of July, and the heat was basically a torture for you at the moment. You and your best friend, Sara, were just moving into your new apartment building. The both of you had been roommates since you graduated college, and you both have finally earned enough money to actually rent a nice and bigger apartment. It was both of your dream apartment with the nice kitchen, marbled top counters and big glass windows that overlooked the city skyscrapers. 

However, as much as you both were excited with the new apartment, the New York summer heat wasn’t really helping. You were already in shorts, tank top, and your hair was up in a messy ponytail and yet, you were still sweating so much. You both have spent the last two days taking everything out of your old apartment and bringing them into the new building. You and Sara would switch back and forth driving the U-Haul truck, and you both would carry your new furnitures up into the new apartment. You didn’t even realize you had so much stuff until you were packing up your things and had to throw most of the unnecessary ones away. 

But today was your last day of moving the rest of your things. All the heavy stuff was already set up and organized in the apartment and the only thing that was left were just boxes of your clothes and miscellaneous stuff for the kitchen. 

“I’ll take this last box and I can go drop off the U-Haul truck back.” Sara said, grabbing the last remaining box at the back of the truck. 

“Are you sure? I can go with you.” You suggested.

“No, it’s alright. I got it. Maybe I can pick up some pizza for dinner tonight?”

You nodded your head in agreement. “That sounds good. I’m too tired to make dinner.”

Sara chuckled softly, agreeing with you as you both entered the building. You were carrying another box, following behind her and entering the elevator. You loved this new apartment. It was fancy, nice and everything was new. It even had a security guard outside the building that made you feel safe. You couldn’t help but feel proud of how far you two had come.

Ready to finally set down the last box, you followed Sara down the hall when you were greeted by a man from across the hall. He looked familiar, and he looked like he was about your age too. He was, however, shirtless, and he had a grin on his face the moment he saw you. 

“Looks like I got new neighbors across the hall.” His English accent slipped through his voice. 

You couldn’t help but stare at him for a moment. He was cute and not to sound too desperate, you rarely have any men interact with you. Especially cute and handsome men. Immediately, you were already hooked as soon as you heard that accent slip through his voice. His chocolate button eyes sparkled as he smiled at you. His curly brown hair was all disheveled, but it made him look more attractive. 

“I’m Joe.” He grinned excitedly.

Setting the heavy box down on the floor, you introduced yourself. For a moment, you were reluctant to shake his hand because you were literally all sweaty and dirty from doing all this moving. Joe, however, didn’t hesitate to shake your hand. Instantly, you were already charmed by him. 

Or maybe this heat was just getting into your head.

“So, are you new in the city?” Joe asked.

“I’m actually from Chicago, but I’ve been living in New York for five years now.” You cheekily grinned at him. 

“I’ve never been to Chicago, but it seems like they have great and beautiful people over there.” 

You knew exactly what he was doing. 

You knew he was flirting with you, and you couldn’t help but flirt back. He was cute, and him standing here in front of you shirtless was making you slowly fold for him already. 

God, you were pathetic. 

How were you already blushing and all flustered because of this man? You literally just met him two seconds ago. 

“So, you’re moving in with a roommate?” Joe nodded his head towards Sara. 

Looking over your shoulder, the door of your apartment was open, and you could see Sara setting down the boxes and organizing the kitchen. 

“Yeah, that’s Sara. She’s my best friend.” 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you. I hope I’m able to get to know you better.” Joe leaned against the doorframe, a flirty grin still plastered on his face.

Before you could say anything else, the door behind him swung open and a woman with disheveled hair looked at the both of you furiously. She was fixing the strap of her mini dress, and she barely had put on her other high heels. You felt your heart drop to your stomach as soon as you saw the angry look on her face. You were literally flirting with someone who had a girlfriend. 

Wait, was she even his girlfriend? 

And if he had a girlfriend, then why was he flirting with you?

“Really?!” The woman exclaimed, slapping Joe’s arm. “You take me to your place, fuck me, and I haven’t even left yet, and you’re already flirting with another girl?!” 

Your eyes widened as you stood there dumbfounded at what she just told him. Your lips parted about to reason with her that you didn’t know he had a girl inside his apartment, but she had started yelling at Joe. She swung her purse to hit him on his stomach, making Joe groan and hunched down in pain before she turned to look at you with wide angry eyes. 

Oh god. 

You couldn’t believe you fell for it. 

You couldn’t believe that you fell for Joe’s charms and flirt talk, only for you to find out that he was a player. He had another girl in his apartment, and he was flirting with you? 

What the fuck was wrong with him?

The woman set her palms on his chest and pushed him away and nudged you with her shoulder to push you aside before walking away. You stood there, feeling astounded because you couldn’t even comprehend what just happened. You were exhausted, you were sweaty, and you could barely feel your hands from carrying heavy boxes all day. Your brain was too fried to even deal with this. You couldn’t help but blame the heat for getting too much into your head. 

Joe looked over his shoulder, watching the woman walk away as he shook his head and turned back to you. 

“She’s just overreacting.” Joe explained. 

Tilting your head at him, you raised your brows and let out a scoff. 

“Oh really?” You asked, irritated. “Or you’re just a player?”

You shook your head in disbelief, picking up the box from the floor and walked inside your apartment and slammed the door shut behind you. 

You couldn’t believe that you actually fell for that. 

Looking up from what she was doing, Sara knitted her brows as soon as she saw you enter the kitchen. She couldn’t even describe the expression that was on your face when you had set the box down on the floor.

“What happened?” Sara asked. 

“Stay away from the man across the hall.” You said. “He’s a pig.”

Sara just chuckled softly, shaking head. Knowing you for the last couple of years, she knew you could be overdramatic sometimes, especially when it came with men. Although, she didn’t actually expect that the first day in this new apartment was going to be the first of many fights that you and Joe would have. She also didn’t expect that this was going to be something that she was going to start dealing with for the next two years. 

As you got up early the next morning, you went for a quick jog around the neighborhood and as soon as you came back into the apartment building, you saw Joe leading a different girl out of his place. You couldn’t help but shake your head and felt disgusted by his behaviour. Then, as days, weeks, months went by, it was the same thing almost every week. 

It annoyed you to the core.

You found out a month later that he was an actor and that was why he looked so familiar when you first met him. It wasn’t like you have seen his projects before. Just that one Stranger Things show, but you barely even finished it. However, his little celebrity status wasn’t what you really cared about. You were more disgusted by the fact that he thought he could get whoever he wanted and act like this just because he was an actor. 

Ever since then, you had promised yourself to never fall for anything that he would tell you ever again. 

Present Day…

The Friday night rush hit the subway station a little too early. You just got out of the office, and you were ready to just go home and snuggle under your comfy blanket. Your eyes studied the many faces of people inside the subway car as you held onto the metal pole. It was packed and everyone was literally shoulder to shoulder. 

Thank god that your stop was next because it was starting to smell in there, and you hated it when it was this crowded in the subway. Walking out of the station, you decided to stop by at a local shop near your apartment building and pick up some snacks. As you walked through the aisles, you didn’t even care what you picked out on the shelves. You just started putting everything in your basket, whatever that looked satisfying to you. It was Friday, and you had a long, exhausting day. You deserved a little treat after all the stress from work that you have been dealing with. 

Arriving at your apartment building, the moment you exited out the elevator, you instantly saw Joe walking out of his apartment. His curly hair pushed back, he was in fancy clothes, and a playful grin tugged on his lips the moment his eyes caught you. You rolled your eyes at him as he chuckled softly when he passed by. 

“Is that what you're going to do on a Friday night?” Joe asked, looking down at the plastic bag that you were holding in your hand. 

You stopped in your tracks and turned to look at him with an annoyed expression on your face. The last thing you wanted to do was deal with his obnoxious behavior. 

“Do you ever mind your own business?” Your eyes were literally giving him a death glare. 

Joe’s grin widened as he took a few steps forward closer to you. His index finger softly grazed the top of your nose as he poked it. Immediately, you made a face and swatted his hand away. 

“Not with yours.” Joe murmured, amusement all over his face.

You could feel the anger and frustration coming up in your emotions. You didn’t understand how he never got tired of annoying you. It has been two years since you have moved in and every day, Joe always found a way to make you feel irritated. You didn’t care one bit if he was an actor. You didn’t care if he has a little celebrity status. 

He was still disgusting, and he was still a pig. 

You felt your nose flared in anger as you grimaced at his little comment. “Is there someone else you could torture?!”

Your voice raised as Joe laughed softly and poked your nose again. 

“Yes, but I like doing it to you.” 

“And what are you going to do, hm?” You raised your brow at him. “You’re gonna go out there and pick up a new girl again?”

Joe shrugged, “Well, at least I’m not spending my Friday night with a bag of Doritos and a pint of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream.”

“Well, at least I’m not an asshole.” You retorted back.

Pushing him out of your way with your shoulder, you could see the playful grin that kept tugging on his lips, but you ignored it as you unlocked your door and immediately slammed the door shut behind you. Groaning in frustration, you set the plastic bag on the dining table and saw Sara walking out of the bathroom. Her hair was still wet from the shower, and she was holding a towel to dry it. 

“What did he do now?” Sara asked. 

Sara had lived with you in this apartment building for two years now, and she knew exactly what was happening whenever you entered your apartment with that look on your face. There was no one else in this world that could get under your skin but Joe. Not even your annoying boss or co-workers at work could get you all worked up like this, and Sara could see that every time.

Sometimes Sara would wish that Joe would literally get under your skin, so the both of you could stop playing this game and admit what you two actually felt for one another.

But she would never say that to you nor would admit what she could see between the both of you.

She knew it would just enrage you even more. She couldn’t help but just shake her head and chuckle at your reaction all the time because after all, it seemed like she was the only one who could see why Joe tends to push all your buttons so easily.

“He’s just being an asshole like always.” You grumbled, taking out the snacks that you bought from the plastic bag. 

Sara laughed softly, grabbing the bag of Doritos, opening it. She tilted her head at you and said, “You know, I don't understand why can’t you both just ignore each other?”

You gazed up at her with an even more frustrated look on your face. “Are you kidding? You think I don’t wanna do that? He’s the one who’s always starting something.” 

“Always?” Sara raised her brow at you. 

What was she trying to say? 

When you didn’t answer her question, she added, “Remember when he had a package that was accidentally left on our doorstep, and you held it hostage for two weeks?”

You knitted your brows, stuttering for a moment and said, “He… He deserved it. Besides, I was doing everyone a favor.” 

“Holding his package hostage until he kept the noises down from his apartment wasn’t doing everyone a favor!” Sara argued. “You two were arguing in the middle of the hall every day, and that was a lot noisier.” 

You rolled your eyes, scratching your forehead in frustration. You shrugged your shoulders and pursed your lips without even arguing back with Sara because yeah, you did that on purpose because you just wanted to piss him off the way he always pissed you off all the time. 

“Are you still mad about what happened two years ago?” Sara asked.

You scoffed, stunned at the subject that Sara had brought up. 

“No!” Your voice sounded defensive. “Yes, I clearly fell for his charms but that was before I knew how much of a fuckboy he is.”

Sara chuckled, rolling her eyes at the excuse that you were throwing at her. She never pressed the subject every time she would see that the angry meter on top of your head was starting to spill over. Sometimes she would just imagine grabbing the both of you and banging each other’s heads to see if you both would realize how ridiculous this stupid game you two kept playing. She never understood how both of you weren’t tired of it after two years.

“Which is too bad.” You added, grumbling under your breath. “Because he’s cute.”

Sara stuffed her mouth with Doritos as she settled herself on the sofa. She lets you continue grumbling under your breath until you have let all your feelings out. That was what she always did because then, she would be able to really see how strong your feelings were for Joe. She knew you were just angry with how he behaves, so Sara just let you do your thing as she started browsing movies on Netflix. 

“Hey! That’s my Doritos!” You scolded her after you finally had gone back to reality.

“Too late now.” Sara deviously smiled, throwing a piece of Dorito at you. “Are you done?”

“Done with what?”

“Grumbling over Joe.”

“I wasn’t—” You exhaled a sharp breath. “You know what, I’m gonna go freshen up. You can pick the movie for tonight.”

Walking away, you went to shower to wash away today's stress and settled next to Sara later that night. Holding the pint of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream, you reached over and grabbed some Doritos from the bag that was sitting on Sara’s lap. As you focus your attention on the movie, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander somewhere else. You couldn’t help but recall your little conversation with Joe from earlier. 

“Are we this sad? Spending Friday nights like this?” You asked Sara, turning to face her. 

Sara shrugged, gazing up at the ceiling for a moment as if she was thinking about your question carefully. 

“Maybe.” She answered. “But at least we’re not getting our hearts broken.”

Laughing softly with her, you nodded your head in agreement. 

“True.” 

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[peaches-cs]

Expresso(John Soap MacTavish x Reader)

Summary: Johnny will be the first to admit that after years in the military he has a few screws loose. Or it might’ve been because of the bullet wound he took to the head. Sure he knows what he’s doing isn’t healthy. Call it obsession and delusion if you will. But, now he’ll do anything just to spend another second in your company. You belongs to him, you just don’t know it yet.

Warnings: John Soap MacTavish x reader, 18 +, Dark mature themes, unhealthy relationships, gore, violence, eventual smut(may have Non-Con), Dub-Con, kidnapping, stalking, creepy behaviors, death, F.Reader, Café AU but dark and twisted

Part 1

It wasn’t until recently Johnny has discovered just how challenging readjusting to civilian life would be. Of course such a drastic change would be difficult for anyone. Especially since he wasn’t supposed to be discharged so early. It was unexpected. The man is antsy. He hates sitting still, as he’s been forced to do since he took a bullet to the head. Between neurology appointments and physical therapy he’s been bound to his apartment for months. There’s an itch in his skin, the need to have some kind of busy routine to get through the endless bland and boring days of spring. His mum even came to visit him, helped take care of him after he acutely lost his ability to walk properly and speak in clear sentences. Even his memory was affected for a while.

Eventually his doctor gave him the okay to try finding employment. He’s gotten most of his functions back up to par, but sometimes he gets nasty migraines that make him want to vomit. As soon as he returned home from that same appointment, he grabbed his lap top and plopped down on his couch to begin job hunting.

It sounds perfect. Something to fill that empty void in his life even though he gets enough money due to military benefits and disability to let him live without a job. Being a Sergeant paid comfortably too. So, money is not truly a problem. After an hour of lazily searching with a glass of whiskey in his hand through different positions of different opportunities, he doesn’t find any that sounds appealing.

Johnny groans and sets aside his lap top, stretching his arms above his head before standing up. He scratches his stomach while walking lazily to the fridge. After tugging open the door, he narrows his eyes and huffs in annoyance at the emptiness inside of it. Time to go shopping.

After pulling on jeans and a basic black Tee, he takes the elevator down to the lobby of his apartment complex and exits the building. Swinging his set of keys around his index finger, he strolls down the sidewalk. He slows after spotting a quaint little café up ahead. He always passes it on his way to the shop. Except this time the now hiring sign catches his eye. Now that he’s retired from the military permanently, the man’s got a hell of a lot of time on his hands. So, he opens the door and enters, looking around curiously.

He strolls into the homey little building and is instantly hit with the smell of chocolate mixed with coffee. It’s cozy and warm, with windows that look out into the city and green plants in pots seated by them. The lights glow a warm yellow and the walls are painted a medium dark brown. It’s not busy, as expected due to the time of day being late morning. The early rush has clearly dissipated.

What really captures his attention is the lass behind the counter, busying herself with cleaning the counters in the coffee making area. When she hears him come in due to the bell at the top of the door, she turns around and meets his gaze with a smile that has his skin slightly flushing. She’s a pretty thing dressed in a black apron. He keeps his eyes on her face. Hell, he deserves a medal for not looking…lower.

“Can I help you, sir?” She asks in a sweet voice, using one of those higher pitched customer service tones. He gives her a lopsided grin and nods his head. Oh she could help him in a lot of ways, he thinks as he finally gives in and lets his eyes briefly flicker over her figure. The way the apron is tied around her accentuates her waist, tits, and hips. Such a bonnie thing she is.

Call it rash or dumb, Johnnys never been good at planning ahead- or thinking with his brain rather than his dick. Especially when cute little lassies like her are involved. She seals his decision in an instant when she looks at him with her pretty eyes. He points his thumb in the direction of the help wanted sign on the window.

“Aye, I’m interested in applyin for a job”

——————

Today was a usual day. Nothing special, nothing grand, morning rush was awful as always, and then you have class later after work. You hum to yourself as you clean up any spilt coffee beans or creamer by the machines. Finally, you get some peace now that the busiest time of day has passed.

Sadie, the old lady who owns this café and lives in an upstairs apartment above the restaurant, has trusted you to run pretty much everything by yourself. Well, you and Aiden whose a coworker of yours that became your friend that’s off today. You’ve been working for Sadie since…well your beginning year of college. Now you’re a senior, about to finish the spring semester.

Since her daughters and sons moved away, Sadie’s been alone. When you waltzed into her café, nearly begging for a job she took you in a heartbeat. She’s like a grandmother to both you and Aiden. However, you can never be here all the time and neither can Aiden, so you told her that it would be best to get another employee on board to handle things. Thus, this has resulted in a little help wanted sign being placed in the window of the café.

What was supposed to be a normal shift takes a turn when a nearly six foot hulking man built with bulky muscle and adorning an overgrown Mohawk saunters into the café. You’re not blind, he’s clearly attractive in a boyish yet gruff way. Some scars on his chin are visible. He’s got tan skin and beautiful blue eyes. He seems older than you. While you’re twenty two, he looks to be somewhere between late twenties, possibly thirty.

“Can I help you, sir?” You ask as he approaches the counter and you set down the cleaning supplies you were using. He gives you a playful smirk, one that gets your heart fluttering a bit. You stand in front of the register and get prepared to take his order.

“Aye, I’m interested in applyin for a job, '' He replies, scottish accent strong in his voice. You yourself have an American accent since you grew up in the states before deciding to move here to the United Kingdom. His words shock you for a moment, your lips pat in surprise.

“Oh! Got it, let me go grab the application paper for you to fill out” You give him a grin, relieved that someone actually decided to show interest for the barista position. Anyone would literally do. You’ve been waiting for the day someone came to apply and finally you’d get some extra help around the cafe. “I’ll have you fill this out and then I’ll just have a small interview to conduct after I give it a read” You tell him while snatching an application form off of the wall that’s clipped to a clipboard. After getting a pen from your breast pocket, you hand it to him.

Your fingers brush his for a moment when you pass him the pen and application. Something slightly uneasy though stirs in your stomach when his hand lingers against yours a little too long. You gently pull away.

“Yev got it lass” He responds and tucks the clipboard underneath his arm, holding the pen in that same hand. With his free arm, he extends it to you. The pure muscle rippling from underneath his tight shirt that stretches across his broad chest is crazy. “The names Johnny by the way, pretty lil place yeh got here” He greets. You place your hand in his and he shakes it gently, making you feel the rough calluses and collection of scars on his skin. His gaze flickers from your face down to where your hands connect.

“Oh it’s all thanks to Sadie, she owns this place not me” You explain while letting go of his hand. Your elbows rest on the counter as you stare up at Johnny, leaning over the counter slightly.

“Where is she at?” He asks while glancing around the empty café, running a hand through his Mohawk as he does so.

“Sadie’s at a doctor's appointment, I fear she is getting older” You sigh softly and glance at the ceiling where you know her apartment is above. You’ve been up there countless times to help Sadie with little things such as errands and carrying groceries.

“Ah, makes sense. Will I need to win her approval to get hired? Does she take bribes?” He jokes with a goofy smile that makes you giggle softly and shake your head. Your shoulders relax a bit.

“The only one you need to impress is me….and yes I do take bribes” You smirk slightly before turning around to finish cleaning up some things, your back facing him as he chuckles at your comment. “Have you ever worked as a barista before?” You ask while placing a new garbage bag over one of the cans hidden under the counter. A man like him coming to work at a tiny little café? He is the least likely person you’d expect to be interested in a job at a cozy hole in the wall like this.

“Oi has the interview process already started? I haven’t even filled out the application” He has a playful whine in his tone. You place your hands on your hips as you turn to face him.

“I lied, It truly started the moment you walked in and asked to apply” You tease.

“Well…ah suppose I’ve never been a barista in meh life, nor have ah worked in a café” He says as he glances down at the application, twirling the pen in his opposite hand as he holds the clipboard in the other. He glances up at you, eyes finding yours as he grins with his perfect white teeth. “But, I’m a very quick and…efficient learner lassie” He says that last part lowly, tone dropping an octave before he turns around on his heel and sits himself down in one of the chairs near the window to get started on his application.

—————

He watches her like a hawk, vaguely aware that he’s being a bit creepy by staring at her unblinking as she reads his application. Yet she’s so distracted she doesn’t even notice. He likes her already. Fuck. He swears his pupils dilate when she runs her tongue over her bottom lip while she focuses on her task. Makes him wonder how good she’d be with her mouth wrapped around his cock. God. He needs to get laid. Sure on base he wasn’t prone to Messing around with barracks bunnies or nurses from the med ward. And yes there are dating apps and shite specifically designed for hookups, but he hates going on those sites. He hasn’t been clubbing in a long while too. Needless to say his interaction with women has been…zero within the last six months.

Johnny is snapped from his thoughts after she gently sets the clipboard down with another bright smile. The interview was short and sweet, the basic questions were asked and he answered them. Johnny knows people. He knows how to work them. How to appeal to them. It all came with learning how to efficiently go undercover for certain missions.

“Okay, your charms have wooed me. You’re hired Johnny” She says and crosses her arms over her chest. He wonders why she said yes, especially since he has no experience whatsoever being a barista. But, he has an inkling that it had something to do with when she read over a particular question that asked what he did before he wanted to work at the café. Johnny was truthful, putting that he was medically discharged from special forces.

He noticed the slight frown on her lips and the way those pretty eyes were glazed over with sympathy for him while she read it. Pretty and nice, a lovely combination. Johnnys always gone for her type. Clearly studious from the textbooks lying behind the counter, medical related ones. A university student for sure. She’s a hard worker and he admires that.

“Thanks bonnie, seriously, thank yeh” Johnny decided to play up the part. He wants more sympathy points from her. He likes seeing her worried about him, makes his heart flutter at the thought of having a pretty lil thing like her concerned about his well being. “Life’s been pretty…hard since I’ve been discharged, wanted this job to make some money and have somewhere to actually be…homes lonely” He shrugs, a ‘sad’ smile on his lips.

“It does sound rough…I’m sorry'' She says and gets up from the chair, placing a hand on his strong shoulder. From how close she is he can smell her perfume and it makes him want to bury his face in her neck to get a better whiff. “I hope things get better, if you need anything tell me” She offers with a kind grin. He wonders if she tastes as sweet as she acts. “You can start with me for tomorrow's morning shift for training, sound good?” She asks him.

“Sounds absolutely perfect bonnie” He replies and leans back in the chair, eyes focused on the way her ass moves while she walks away to the back of the counter to start closing. In one afternoon he’s somehow managed to find a nice little job…and some entertainment too.

——————

You’re surprised when Johnny stays with you until close, yapping away as you put things away and clear off tables to clean them up. The café closes at 4 PM every evening. You’ve tried your best to get rid of him. He literally refuses to go and you’ve run out of excuses to get Johnny to leave. He follows you around like a puppy. Hell, even when you’re outside locking up for the night he stays standing right beside you. With only spending four hours with Johnny, you’ve learned a lot about the man.

While overwhelming…it iis sort of nice. Besides, you remember what he said earlier about adjusting to civilian life again. You feel bad…he must be lonely. He served his country, the least you could do is provide some company for him.

“So you don’t have any family here in the city?” You ask, bag slung over your shoulder as you yank the key from the keyhole in the door. Johnny shakes his head no.

“Nah lass, they all live on the countryside-on the farm” He sighs while shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

“No girlfriend? Boyfriend? Friends?” You try to pry further. If he has no one to go home to, that just makes you even more sad. Well, while you own your shitty little apartment not far from your university, at least you’ve got friends to fall back on for company.

“Nope” Johnny says with a shrug. “All my friends are deployed lassie, I’m all alone-. As for a girlfriend…I’m taking applications if yer interested bonnie” His lips curl into a smirk. Your heart does a little flip at the boyish grin he shoots your way.

“Haha very funny, now go home you’ve been here for hours!” You tell him and cross your arms over your chest. Admittedly, your social battery is a bit low at the moment, especially considering you’re going to have to study until bed tonight. That thought alone makes you irritable and exhausted already.

“And not walk yeh home? The city is a dangerous place!” Johnny exclaims, dramatically looking at the alley ways in the immediate area. Despite being socially tired, Johnny's playful demeanor does make you crack another smile.

“I’m perfectly capable of defending myself” You assure while showing him the pepper spray connected on a metal ring that holds your keys for work and home. Johnny blinks at the sight of the tiny defense weapon before scoffing, raising a single brow at you.

“Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but Someone could easily snatch yeh off the street- that wee thing of pepper spray won’t do much, common I’m walkin yah” He finalizes and shoots down any argument you’ve begun preparing in your head. A frown forms on your lips and with a sigh, you begin walking in the direction of your apartment. As you brush past him, you’re acutely aware of the hand he hovers over your lower back.

The situation is weird. Johnnys nice and he hasn’t given you any reason to be wary of him…but maybe he’s being too nice. It begins to process in your head as the two of you walk down the street that you’ve only just met four hours ago and now he’s walking you to your apartment. He stayed with you an extra FOUR hours until close, just sitting there watching you and making conversation. Is that not a little strange or are you overthinking things?

Eventually you arrive at your apartment. Those little red flags are shoved to the back of your mind. He’s just being nice probably.

“Well…thanks, see you tomorrow morning Johnny” You smile and readjust your bag over your shoulder. Johnny looks elated at the moment. You wonder why, but don’t question it.

“Night lass” He gives you a wave as you start to enter the apartment complex you live in. Little do you know as you make your way up the stairs, he’s watching the windows to try to see what floor of the building you live on.

[heavenlyraindrops]

♱Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Seventeen♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Seventeen Warnings: profanity, kind of sexual harassment but not really Visit the first tag on this post to see all other chapters.

♱ In which the purest soul in Heaven falls from grace… for the Devil. ♱

[Chapter Seventeen]

At first all you could see was darkness, coating your vision and sending you into pits of despair. 

It took much of your quickly draining energy to blearily unglue your eyelids open. Your wrists burned with the scathing roughness of the rope that bound them together, and a sickeningly sweet scent burned in the back of your nostrils, spices and something malevolent you couldn’t place. A haze of pink smoke curled around you like snakes waiting to strike. The red city glowed from the huge windows, stretching from floor to ceiling on the left wall. 

“Well, what are we supposed to do with it?” The man’s voice sounded strained, crackling with electricity. Through your hazy vision you could see legs, moving across the cold floor. 

“I know just what to do with her, cariño, don’t worry,” came the reply, the curl of the owner’s lip laced through his voice. Red cloth trailed the floor. You shuddered and both feet turned to face you. 

“It’s awake,” the staticky voice said quickly, tensed up. You sluggishly tipped your head up. It was the TV and the creature, which towered over you as you shrunk back.

“Hello?” You rasped. It grinned again, showing all its- no, his teeth. 

“Hello there, sweetheart,” he said, crouching low to meet your eyes evenly. He held a cigar in his hand, the sweet pink smoke curling from it dangerously as his eyes brightened. “Do you know where you are?”

“Val,” said the TV.

“Hell,” you said, voice shaking as it stroked your cheek with a single finger.

“Val!” The TV snapped. The moth man looked up. The TV inhaled sharply, smoothing down his clothes as he yanked the moth man upright. Then cracked a smile. “Vox.” He pointed to himself. “Valentino.” He gestured to the moth man. “Pleasure to be meeting you, despite the…” he stared at the ropes binding you and his eyes narrowed. “Circumstances.”

“Pleasure.” You forced a smile, but it came out as a grimace.

The door burst open, and a shorter female demon tottered in, sharp eyes taking in the situation in one scathing swoop of a glance. 

“I came as soon as I could,” she said, immediately snapping out her phone. You grimaced again as her piercing eyes landed on you. “So. We’ve got the angel.”

“And my newest actor,” Valentino announced with a flourish. You stared at him, unaware of what he meant, yet catching onto the fact that it was most likely The doll’s eyebrows knitted together.

Vox cleared his throat. “Velvet.” He jerked his head subtly at Valentino. Velvet stared at him blankly, as if to say, ‘not my problem.’ 

“We haven’t decided what to do with her yet, Val. Especially whether or not she’s another one of your porn actors,” Vox said. His words sent you into a state of panic, going unnoticed as he forced another grin at Valentino, who rolled his eyes, opening his mouth with another retort which ended up descending into an argument. 

Velvet stepped over to you, crossing her arms as she looked down. “Hey,” she said. You didn’t reply, body frozen up.

What the fuck are they going to do to me?

Velvette nudged you with her shoe. “Hey.”

You looked up, heart in your throat. “H-hello.” Velvette bent down to your level, eyes tracing your face. Her phone reappeared in her hands, and she flashed the screen at you, a news channel. You saw a picture of you surrounded by the crowd, Valentino clutching a gun in his hands. The headline read: FALLEN ANGEL LANDS OUTSIDE VEES TOWER. The screen morphed as the topic changed. You couldn’t catch the headline but Lucifer’s face appeared, making your breath catch, before Velvet pulled the phone away. 

“You’re all over the news,” she grinned. “Not often we get such a dramatic entrance from a fallen angel. Definitely not in broad daylight.” 

“What about… the other thing?” You glanced at the phone in her hand. She looked at it.

“Oh, this. This is from weeks ago. I guess I’m not surprised they’re still talking about it.” She waved her hand. “But not the point.”

You nodded nervously.

“Look. Sign a contract with me, and I can keep you away from those two idiots.” She jerked her head at the sinners fighting behind her. “You don’t want Val to own you. Believe me.” A chuckle escaped her lips.

Your chest constricted. “What do you mean sign a contract?”

“I mean sell me your soul.” She grinned sharply, extending a hand. The air buzzed with energy. You stared at her hand in horror. 

“I- no.” You scrambled away from her, movements restricted by the rope around your wrists. “No. No.”

She scowled, snatching her hand away. “Jeez, bitch. Calm down.” She sighed, then straightened up. “Guess you asked for this.”

“What do you mean,” you forced out. She giggled and stepped to the side, beckoning at Valentino and Vox after turning to them. 

“I don’t want her. Do what you want.” And walked away to the corner of the room, watching the three of your with a glint in her eye.

You opened your mouth to talk but Valentino grabbed your arm, wrenching you up. His hands fell onto your shoulders, nails digging through your clothes and into your skin.

“Don’t touch me,” you hissed as his hand went to your waist, then hips, holding you in place even as you jerked away, bile rising in your throat. 

“You’re perfect.” He looked at Vox, licking his lips. “She’s perfect.”

“Don’t touch me,” you repeated, feeling your eyes burn with tears.

“You don’t need her,” Valentino scoffed, his second hand tracing a path down your collarbone. Vox watched, eyes crazed as Valentino’s hands slipped beneath your shirt. “What would you use her for?”

Your eyes burned even harder, painful even. You realized it wasn’t from tears as your palms simmered. 

“I SAID DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!”

Valentino crashed to the floor, letting out a warbled scream as his chest sizzled where your power had hit him. The ropes tore away as your palms burned. 

“Get her!” Velvette growled.

Vox lunged for you, but you charged across the room, stepping purposefully on Valentino’s head and cracking it back against the floor before throwing yourself at the giant windows. 

Your shoulder slammed against the window, pain streaking through your arm, cracks searing through the glass and making the window crumble in a shower of twinkling shards. You fell through the crystalline rain, air tumbling through your hair as you fell into the red evening. Your wings burst from your back. You were free. 

You were in hell, and you were free. 

-

A/N: [name] really seems to have a knack for crashing through windows

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Jealous

Summary: You are dating William secretly due to reasons, even though he has already shown you his scar under his mask. But... once he sees you chatting with a man in town, he has to swoop in and take you by the hand Pairing: William x gn!reader (reader is describes as a "beauty") Length: ~0.7k Fanfic type: Oneshot Contains: Themes of jealousy

William Vangeance, the oldest and only child of the House of Vangeance who was raised in the Forsaken Realm as he shunned by his birth parents, was not a possessive man. He wasn’t a jealous man. But instead he was a kind man. Someone who wanted to hold and be held in return.

But… his scar had made it very difficult for himself. To the point where he didn’t believe that anyone would love him, due to his looks. That each and everyone would think that he, despite all of his accomplishments or the good that he had done, would shun him for all the wrong he was or did commit. That he could never find someone who’d love him truly and deeply, with all that he was.

And… when you walked into his life, he could barely believe it.

For a good while, no matter how good it felt to talk to you, just to be around you…he was scared to his core about showing you his scar, because he was convinced that you’d leave him once he did. But nevertheless… he did show you. He couldn’t keep hiding it forever. Especially not someone he was… hoping to have and to hold as a partner. So… he had had to.

And.. much to his surprise, you hadn’t thought much about it. That he must’ve hidden something under the mask. Now he just got to see what it was.

Nevertheless, now that you had seen him without a mask, there was no not-noticing William when he was out on the town. And, more often than not, be surrounded by fans or knights or some noble, and he… He is just burdened by it all.

Which was why he asked if it’d be alright to keep the relationship secret. Plus, it’d allow them to have dates where he could be without his mask. So that it’d be just the two of you. To which you had agreed. At least for the time being.

Naturally it couldn’t stay that way forever, but… through the turbulent early stages of the relationship where you were still getting to know each other? That was very doable.

Or so William thought, until… Until that one day he saw you in the city, chatting with some guy. You were laughing at his jokes. Smiling and swaying and… Though he loved to see you enjoying your time, he couldn’t help but feel a lump in his throat. His senses became clouded to the way he was clenching his fists. His jaw was tense, and he was grinding his teeth, because… Because, there was no way this guy was trying to sweettalk you. The one person who had accepted, and loved, him for who he really was; scar and all.

There was no way. No way! He was just going to sit by idly and let this happen.

So he straightened his posture, grabbed a single flower from a nearby flower bush, and swooped in.

“Hello gorgeous,” he stated while taking you by the hand, spinning you to the side and presenting you the flower. “May I present to you an artwork of nature, which fails to hold a candle to your beauty?”

You stood there, looking at him with wide eyes, unsure of what to reply.

“Or perhaps you might allow me to escort you to acquire a more fitting bouquet?” He pulled you by the hand, beckoning you to follow him.

Which you did. Without a word, but you did.

It wasn’t until a good distance away when you noticed the blush on his cheeks, and the tension of his body, which spoke of his uneasiness. Or perhaps racing heart.

“Soo…” you uttered. “Why exactly did you come swooping in with the flower and the kind-a-poem?���

“Am I not allowed to spoil you?” He asked, with a smile, while trying to hide his emotions.

“Well no, but if we want to keep this thing secret for a little while longer…” you uttered with a kind of a tease, “unless you’re jealous…” Your voice harbored a grin that made his blush grow even more intense.

And it was in that blush that you found your reply.

[asoulwithadream]

The Dancing Man (1) - Sherlock & Co.

I LOVE THE DANCING MEN STORY! I remember watching the Granada Holmes version and whilst I have forgotten the ending, I still remember it being one of my favourite adventures!

I am really enjoying how they've adapted this story so far, with the music implications and the drama, their production quality is really brilliant and I don't think I've expressed this before.

As of now they're doing an excellent job of keeping me in the dark—the only things I've was able to deduce were revealed to me just a few minutes after, so I'm excited to see how it plays out. Come on, Mr. British men, wow me with your miracles!

And for my stupid little commentary...

"Piss off, get a life!" To a swan, Jawn. A Swan.

HE WAS TRYING TO SAY THIS EPISODE WAS EDGING- ABSOLUTELY NOT-

"I bring soup! Glorious soup! The soup man cometh!" I will be quoting this forever.

Why are we talking so much about Elsie? Am I being suspicious in vain or is Elsie more relevant than she sounds? (I KNEW IT)

WE'LL MEET AGAIN YES I LOVE THAT SONG—AND QUEEN? I AM THE BIGGEST QUEEN FAN AND U2???? LITERALLY WHAT OKAY STOP STALKING AT MY PLAYLIST S&H

I love how Nadia and Stammo are singing so beautifully and then you can distinguish John's borderline tone-deafness mumbling in the background.

I KNOW! I KNOW! It's Folsom Prison Blues! FOLSOM. PRISON. BLUES—(I have a friend who listens to too much Johnny Cash)

I KNOW AGAIN! IT'S THE POLICE. THE BLUMMING POLICE I LOVE THE POLICE IT'S "EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE" STING STING STING STING ST-

There's a civil parish in Norfolk called Foulsham, aka Folsom. NORFOLK. NORFOLK HOTEL. THAT'S WHERE HE IS SHERLOCKKK

The Westbourne river runs underneath the city, you say? What if something's there, what if that's a Clue to a destination…

"Awh, I love it when he does that :D" John you sweet pea <3

I love it when they do the cut-off thing. Elsie could be… Toast? Do you want any toast?

[dareactions]

How will companions react to a teen!Warden? Will their behavior change or they will act the same way as with an adult!Warden? Who would like to be friends with Warden and who's more annoyed by teens? Sorry if my request is too long:(

Alistair: He always wanted a sibling in some ways. There's something nice about the idea of having someone that depends on him and the Warden becomes a younger sibling so fast he gets a bit scared. Alistair wants to so badly steer them in the right direction- and he very easily falls into that role of the cool older brother. Honestly he kind of lets them get away with way too much just because they're younger but eh- he's not here to be a dad let's be honest. Leliana: Honestly she's kind of excited. Teenagers are always some of the most creative people in terms of problem solving and they have the ego and gumption that rivals most politically inclined adults. She for sure leans into the big-sister role that she finds herself in. She is a confidant, someone who listens and gives advice when asked. Also the person who pretend she doesn't see anything if you don't want her to. Loghain: Only one internal thought- what the fuck? He is so confused. Like- Loghain can't even be angry, he's just confused. Why the fuck is a teenager this competent? Since when were Grey Wardens below the legal drinking limit? There's such a mix of feelings that anger never even bubbles to the surface; he just becomes an exasperated dad in the funniest way imaginable. He hates this, he doesn't want this but it's not like Alistair or Morrigan is going to tell the kid off. Morrigan: She is so actively displeased she may as well just have even more of a permanent frown. She's not bad with kids and she would argue she can handle teens even better; but really? A teenager? She just sighs, rolls her eyes and makes sure they're not more than an arm's reach away when they're in major cities and anyone who even so much as raises their voice at them- it's on sight. Oghren: This man- does not know what to do. He isn't exactly the most stable person to put anyone around; much less a teenager. There's a lot of squabbling and stupid fights. Teenagers like pushing boundaries and Oghren likes pretending he is unbothered until he no longer is. It takes a LONG time to find a stability that actually works on the road between the two but hey- he doesn't mind teaching the kid a trick or two. Shale: Could care less, let's be honest. Just more inclined to not take you as seriously initially but eh- humans tend to exceed all odds. Sten: It's a big of a weird situation. In some ways- he likes the initiative the Warden is showing at a young age. After all, it's not like age actually decides your competence in battle - however he really could do without the whole mood swings and feeling on top of the world thing. He doesn't baby them whatsoever- just treats them like he would any teen within the Qunari. Wynne: If the Warden didn't want a mom figure- they should've stayed out of Wynne's sight. She is ON THAT. She does not mind being the bad guy unlike Alistair and is here to ensure the Warden survives this Blight. She's soft, comforting, nurturing- and also willing to put her hands on her hips and stare them down with a look that would make gods shake. Zevran: You know that older brother or uncle that teaches you how to pick locks and steal cars? Yeah, that's him. Zevran is actually the one who seems the most upset visibly that they're doing all of this so young- but he takes it in stride. He keeps them within arm's length, his protective nature is always a silent one. He is pissed when he finds out he was hired to kill a child though.