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romanoffsbish · 7 months

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Worth the Wait

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Request | Natasha loves it when you tease, well, unless there’s nothing she can do about it… | WC: 1,896

Warnings: Minimal plot | Injury / Stitches / Blood

Smut: Free Use Referenced | Unprotected Sex (Natasha has a penis)| Breeding | Squirting | Cockwarming (KO)

18+ | Minors DNI

“Oh my god!” You shrieked as your bare midriff was pressed into the cold marble of your kitchen counter by small, callous hands; Natasha filled the gap between your bodies, and you could feel her pulsing through her boxers. “You make me so fucking hard detka,” she rasped breathlessly as she firmed her body into yours, her warm lips trailed over your cold shoulder.

Natasha loved moments like these the most, when your body gave into her touch as if it was your haven. She could feel you warming up, and pressing into her, it was a dream come true, if only not for the knock.

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“Romanoff, we have a mission, wheels up in ten,” Tony called from behind the door, having learned his lesson from the time before. The image still haunts his mind.

You smirked at her through the glass of your kitchen window, ten seconds ago you were going to give it all to her, but now you were going to tease her. It was a promise that your face made as you twirled in her hold and kissed her lips with feigned innocence. Your deviance shown in the way you cupped her hard-on and stroked her firmly, but only for a few times.

“Behave,” you warned when you felt her kiss you with more urgency. “Y/N, we have enough time, please.”

You leaned back, removing your lips midway through the kiss and she nearly growled at your interference. “Y/N, I swear to god, if you make me go without.”

“What?” You provoked her, “What is it they’ll do?”

Natasha backed down when she saw the promise of a month in your eyes. It was a shifty illusion, deep down she knew that but she wasn’t willing to risk it.

“I’m sorry love, I just, I get so riled up when you look this delectable,” her hands softly groped your thinly veiled breasts and your gasped air brushed across her face. “Please don’t make me wait, I need you so badly.”

“No,” you affirmed, “You need to be in tip top shape baby, and fucking me beforehand will weaken your stamina. I need you back alive and well.” The redhead was two seconds from being all over you, but she saw the genuine worry in your heart through your eyes.

“When I’m home?” You grinned, and winked. “Maybe.”

“Okay,” she conceded against your lips as she pecked them. “I’d wait forever for just the promise of eventually, I love you.” You smiled like an idiot then gently pecked her lips in return. “I love you too baby.”

You had no intention on holding out, and you also knew Natasha wouldn’t wait anyways, even if her words were sickeningly sweet. The concept of no was (consensually) removed from your dynamic, she’d never cease to wear you down into the perfect place to warm her cock and you’d pant just like a bitch in heat, needy and open. Natasha left with a knowing smirk.

Hours spent worried and horny went by in a flash. In the midst of cleaning the already spotless loft up you’d stopped to take a shower, preparing yourself for the climax of your day. After getting dressed in her favorite crotchless set you took a quick set of photos. Each one was blurry in their own right, but she could see your glistening folds between your white laced, thick thighs.

Her eyes darkened with lust, fueled mostly by fresh hot anger as she caught Wanda’s eyes widening. The way her cheeks flushed red and her throat cleared it was obvious she was having thoughts about your body. It was a direct oversight on her end, but she’d blame you.

Had you not made her leave so desperate, she never would have opened the attachment without looking around first. Wanda had already made her way to the other end of the jet, preserving her peaceful trip and trying to restore her prior indifference to your body.

The redhead stormed off the jet and headed straight for your bedroom. Opting to take the stairs in hopes of being too ahead of the nervous super soldier who was fresh on her tail with an idea for what was happening.

You two were the compounds resident horndogs as Tony drunkenly deemed you both one night. The rest of the team had cheered and you were embarrassed. Yet it never stopped you two from fucking like bunnies. Nothing would ever get in her way from having you.

So Natasha wasn’t exactly having it as Steve shouted at her, the man was only urging her to get her shoulder fixed up, but she was in far worse pain elsewhere. The man truly didn’t deserve to be tossed into a wall as if he were the size of a toddler to the woman who stood a foot below him, but he was interfering with her needs.

His pride was wounded and her shoulder throbbed, but it was satisfactory when she was able to walk away without another word from the super soldier. You had heard the commotion bleed into eery silence aside from firm footsteps. The spy’s step a calculated warning, you knew you were truly fucked; you hoped.

The redhead slammed your door faster than your eyes could register it had even opened. Your eyes fell to her shoulder and her heart considerably warmed at the way your lip trembled with concern. She caught it with her teeth as she pressed you into the counter, again.

You gasped at the way the lace tickled your back, it was relatively feather light but it made your body shiver. Her tongue greeted yours in the same breath and you were gone, mind melting into a state of obliviousness. Which is why you gripped onto her shoulders, blood gushed around your thumb and you both cried. The redhead sucked in a sharp breath containing her rage, you were already in the dog house for her festering jealousy, she wouldn’t blame you for her injury too.

“Get the first aid kit,” she groaned, pulling away with a scowl as she felt anger at the unfair loss of your touch. You were quick to appease her, after washing your hands you were back with the white tin in hand.

You nearly stumbled forward, knees clanking as you barely caught yourself at the sight of your bruised lover. The wounded warrior’s look always turned you on the most, knowing she’d left to protect you, and returned with a need for your safe touch after was hot.

Natasha had stripped down to nothing, showcasing the new bruises you’d have to watch fade from black and blue to yellow and green in a days time. You were always grateful to her bodies advanced healing, but to know she was ever in pain hurt you all the same. She saw your concern, even appreciated it, but she wasn’t going to waste the lust in your eyes over the softness.

“I’ll g-go get some anesthetic from Cho,” you gulped and the redhead smirked, then her tongue clicked as her finger curled, urging you forward. “No, you won’t.”

“B-but,” you stuttered, needy eyes avoiding hers with the hope of being able to fix her up first, but her hand wrapped around your wrist and your body lurched forward until your pussy was nearly hovering her head. Her hand pulled the first aid kit from your own, and quickly laid out what you’d need on the bedside table.

Then she brought your hand down to her throbbing tip, letting you feel her desperation before she helped you to guide it to your entrance. “The only anesthesia I need is your warmth choking my cock detka, so take a seat and offer mommy some well earned relief.” Your hand squeezed over hers firmly, then it slipped off so that you could hold onto her good shoulder as you slid down, both of her hands gripped at your hips as the pleasure wrapped around her roughed up frame.

“Ride me,” she whispered hotly against your throat, you gulped against her lips, walls clenching at the thought, but for a minute you killed the mood with a hard refusal. “Let me clean you first, just a moment.”

Natasha huffed, but shut up quick as your teeth nipped at her bottom lip. Then as your warm rag rushed over her shoulder you offered her your tongue to pacify her, you felt her raspy cries with every brush or clench.

Once finished cleaning and weakly numbing the wound with some cream you found, you pecked her lips then began to stitch her up. After a few moments you found a synchronic way to tend to her every need. With each dip of the needle that was reconnecting her skin you’d rise up, then drop back down as you pulled the thread tight. Hips connecting with each finished stitch, and you finished in sync as well, the redhead nearly burst them back open as her load shot into you without more than a twitch in warning. Then yours gushed, flushing the combination down into her lap.

Natasha’s head was leaned back as she relished in her high, dick still pulsing as you sloppily applied the salve and bandage to her shoulder. Just as you finished she was back on you, her lips crashing into yours as your body melded into the plush mattress. “I’m going to make you regret making me wait detka, might finally fill you up enough to start our family. Gotta claim your womb before anyone else can try to steal it from me.”

“What?” Natasha saw your confusion but she didn’t reply with any context, just a reminder, “You’re mine.�� Her teeth sunk into your shoulder, giving you a little taste of her paralleled wound as she marked you. It only made you wetter seeing her so desperate to claim you that she forgot about her ring sat on your finger.

Your wife smirked against your skin as she felt you suck her cock in even further. Your ass now sticky as your arousal oozed out of you, her green eyes found yours and you felt your breath disappear. “I hope you remember your safe words,” she winked and you were gone. “Oh shit…” There was no hope left for you now.

There were two words you called out during sex that indicated an encroaching limit. “Stop,” was a clear word, but it wasn’t transparent as this was what you called when you wanted her to push you a bit more. It was a feigned safe word, as she sped up her attempts each time. Tears streamed down your face as she pressed a bullet to your abused clit, you gasped as your back arched before it collapsed back into the mattress.

“Fuck,” is what you usually muttered when it was time for her to give you a break, but your conscious slipped just before she could hear you cry it out. In the end she chose to fall into your body, more than happy knowing that she made you squirt. She decidedly left her cock inside of you to lessen the chance of her seed oozing out. Her consciousness slipped, but in the back of her mind she dreamed that you’d wake up wanting more.

You were sure to be parents come next holiday season.

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seresinhangmanjake · 11 months

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Rather Be With You

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake has been away for six months and he just hopes you waited for him.

Warnings: cursing. I think that's it.

Notes: this was inspired by an ask (💐) from a bit ago. Sorry it took so long. So much happened in the last week and a half, some good some bad, and it just got on top of me. Writing had to come second. I have probably written better in my life haha, but I tried.

Words: 1972

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“You know he's only messing with you, right?”

He wasn’t sure how long he’d sat there, hunched forward with his elbows on his knees as he wrung his hands together. Surely it had been a while. For the entirety of the morning, perhaps? Rooster had made his teasing comments at seven a.m. sharp and they were due to dock at noon. Had it been that long? Or had he really managed to shove many hours worth of painful thoughts into just a few short minutes? Somehow, he figured, it was one or the other. No in-between.

When his eyes flicked up, Nat’s face seemed to hint at the former.

It made sense, he supposed. Spending hours thinking about you wasn’t exactly uncommon. Usually, though, those thoughts were a bit nicer, with you naked and smiling, laughing, or whispering sweet words to him. He liked those better than the ones that had plagued him for…well, however long he’d been sitting there.

“He knows what he said isn’t true,” she continued. “He wouldn’t have had the balls to make jokes like that if he thought they would hold any weight. Trust me, no one particularly enjoys pissing you off.”

He wasn’t pissed off, though. He was devastated at the seeds of doubt planted in his head; at the pain and insecurity that came with the twisted knife to his gut. He hated the images forced into his mind at his friend’s words; the ones of you with other men; the ones that made it terribly clear how little you considered or missed him in his absence.

“Jake, she waited for you. I know she did.”

“Yea? How?” he asked.

Phoenix opened her mouth quickly, just as he would have had someone asked him a few hours ago if you loved him like he loved you—ready to confirm with a smile on his face. But if made to think of the answer for more than a half-second, without the hope and giddiness fueling his enthusiasm, he realized he couldn’t actually say for sure if you loved him, just as Nat now could not say with certainty that you had waited for him.

Her mouth closed.

"Exactly. You don't know," he said. "It’s not like I was smart enough to ask her to be my girlfriend before we left. She has no obligation to me, so why would she have bothered to wait six months to have me when she could have anyone?"

The brunette shook her head. “I don’t believe she's like that."

Leaning back against the bench and crossing his arms, Jake just barely held himself back from a scoff. "Like what, Nat? That wouldn't make her anything other than a woman who found someone new to sleep with after the guy she was sleeping with disappeared for half a year.”

“But you didn’t—”

“I know I didn't disappear. But I’ve been gone longer than we’d been together," he said, his voice drifting as he imagined what he hadn't stopped to consider before; a nightmare that, if proven true, would cleanly snap his heart in half. "Joke or not, Rooster could very well be right.”

—

"You're overthinking,” Penny’s voice snuck in from your left.

She reached out to take the beer glass from your hand, polished almost too clean after the twenty minutes you spent absentmindedly running a rag over it. Your mind had been too occupied with troubled thoughts to notice your unceasing drag of the dishtowel around the cylindrical shape of the glass.

It came free from your hand with ease, and as Penny placed it back on its shelf, you spewed, "What if he hooked up with someone? What if he decided six months was too long to wait for a woman that isn't his girlfriend?” You finally faced her just to find her rolling her eyes. “He likes sex, Penny. A lot. There are plenty of willing women and he's practically insatiable."

"When it comes to you, maybe."

The tenseness in your shoulders from well-formed stress was heavy with your exhale, forcing your shoulders to fall forward and your posture to take a hit. "Penny…" you groaned.

"I'm telling you, there's no way he messed around with anyone,” she swore, leaning back against the bar. "Besides, it's frowned upon to get involved with your coworkers."

"You think that's ever stopped Jake?"

She pursed her lips and tilted her head from side to side as she considered. "Ok, fair enough,” she agreed. “Once upon a time, that definitely wouldn't have stopped him. But after meeting you, he hasn't looked at another woman."

You couldn’t say that provided you with any relief. Jake had always presented as an ‘out of sight, out of mind’ type of man. He wasn’t a worrier. Once something exited his periphery, it promptly left his brain, discarded with all past challenges or predicaments. And wasn’t that what you were? An obstacle? He hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend for a reason. Holding on to you for more than just the night didn’t necessarily make you more special than any of the other women. Perhaps it simply made you convenient.

"You don’t know, Penny. You’re not with him 24/7."

Penny muttered something under her breath. Her fingers rose to rub at her temple and when they dropped back to her side, the stare she shot you was imbued with determination. "Look, my bar is where Seresin used to do his "best work," as he liked to say,” she said, and you made a face. "But the only work he's been putting in since he met you has involved getting you to like him and making you happy after you two started your little…thing."

"You may not pay attention, but I do," she practically scolded. "Now, a month ago you were excited to meet him when he got back, and then you let your thoughts get away from you and it’s fucking everything up."

To your own shame, you couldn't deny that. So you didn't bother, rather opting to nibble on your thumbnail.

"They'll be back soon, so are you coming with me or not?"

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He didn’t know what he was doing, standing there with his bag over his shoulder. But he felt like a heavy weight, an anchor in a sea of levity. Looking around, the men and women he’d been packed in with for the last six months were thrilled, the room sprinkled with smiles and laughs of giddiness in anticipation of having their families in their arms again.

He didn’t have that.

He wanted to have it, but that was fully reliant on you. Your feelings. Your wants and desires. Your plan for your future. Jake could imagine a world where he had the strength to beg to be a part of your life—to plead as desperately as if fighting for enough air to fill his lungs—but reality made that entirely out of his will and control. So he didn't shove his way forward when they made it home. He couldn't bring himself to jump in front of the others who had people waiting for them upon their return. Instead, he let them file out, his team included, until he was one of the final few to step back on dry, solid land.

As he walked by couple after couple, family after family, his already weak composure began to crumble at its edges. The people milling around him felt like a mocking montage of the life he didn’t have. Men and women kissing their partners or spouses, hugging their children with no intent of letting go, their tears coating the ground with joy.

Jake's chest constricted. He needed to get himself on the other side of it, but weaving through the mass of bodies proved harder than he expected.

His shoulders bumped into theirs, his chest skimming across backs and limbs when he turned to his side to sneak through narrow openings. Little kids ran into his legs like spinning tops on the loose from their wound-up energy finally releasing, though each one quickly recovered and returned to their parents, maintaining the same level of enthusiasm they had prior to smacking face-first into a muscled calf.

With each unintentional nudge, he apologized, but no one so much as noticed, too engrossed in their relief at making it home unscathed or in seeing their loved ones still intact. Somewhere, his teammates were doing the same. They’d found their partners, and he thought he’d found his, but his overconfidence in your feelings kept him from ensuring you were actually together. And maybe it was too late. Maybe he would have no choice but to watch you move on from him.

Finally breaking through the edge of the crowd, Jake took his first deep breath. He didn’t look back as he made his way to his truck. He didn’t turn when rushed footsteps grew closer until they sounded as if right on his tail.

“Jake.”

He paused and sighed. He should’ve known he would imagine your voice. Six months without that lovely sound, his only chance at hearing it being within his dreams, took its toll. It haunted him like a ghost on that ship. Of course it wouldn’t cease just because he was home.

“I was calling you, but you didn’t hear me.” There was a soft chuckle, then, “Well, at least I hope you didn’t hear me.”

He spun on his heel and was greeted with your smile. It lacked its carefree nature, instead just barely failing to conceal a twinge of nerves, but beautiful nonetheless. He couldn’t help but smile back.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, taking a few steps closer.

“I came with Penny.” The roundness of your cheeks turned pink from your blush. You lightly shrugged. “I missed you.”

With those words, Jake knew Rooster was deserving of a swift smack upside the head, one he very well may deliver. You cared. You missed him, even.

Fucking Rooster.

“Oh, I, um,” you continued, your eyes falling down to your hand. “I got you these. It feels silly now, but at the time I thought they would be nice, I guess.”

He followed your line of sight to the small bundle in your hand. Five long stems were tight in your grip, the bulbs on their ends made up of layers of silky red petals.

"I was thinking," you swallowed hard and met his gaze, "I don't actually know if you like flowers. And if you do, I didn't know your favorite. I just picked mine." The sweet grin that returned to your face practically demanded he kiss you. Your lips, your cheeks, your forehead, your nose. All of you. Every little bit.

And you weren't wrong. He hadn't had a favorite.

He did now.

Jake swallowed through the tightness in his throat, fighting back the stinging in the corners of his eyes.

He didn't get gifts, and certainly not from the women he was with. But then again, with the exception of you, he hadn't chosen to be with a woman for more than a night or two in the last decade.

"I like the yellow ones but they symbolize friendship and that wasn't really what I was going for, so I—"

"I love you.”

Your smile, your jaw, your hand, fell. "You…what?"

He let out a chuckle and reached for you. "Come here."

You didn't hesitate sliding your hand into his and he quickly pulled you to him, your chests hitting, lips meeting with an intensity that he hoped expressed even just a lick of how much he missed you. You draped your arms around his shoulders and the petals of the flowers tickled the nape of his neck.

"Six months was too long," you whispered when you separated.

He nudged his nose against yours. "Way too long."

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boredmadamoiselle · 1 year

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You know where to find me

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Synopsis: Charles is out to dinner, enjoying the evening with friends until he gets a naughty text from you. What is he going to do... to you?

Warnings: Smut. Masturbation. Teasing. Charles a little possessive maybe? English isn't my first language, so it might contain some mistakes. I tried my best but if you want to correct or help me, you are welcome.

Author's note: Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is always appreciated and is important for me. If you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to write them and I will take into consideration.

As Charles was out to dinner with friends and you had stayed home, you had decided to clean your apartment and ended up tidying up your closet as well. While improvising a fashion show and pretending to be a model in your bedroom, you tried on some clothes you thought you had lost or that no longer fit you.

You were rearranging the lingerie drawer when you found an old red bodysuit you had bought some time ago and for some strange reason never used. It was time to fix it, you thought.

The red color reminded you of Ferrari and of Charles. He loved seeing you in red, that’s why you wore that color often – both on and off the track –, it was your way to support him. So you were sure Charles would love that bodysuit on you, especially the part where he would take it from you. Just the thought turned you on immediately.

You looked at your phone. It was nearly midnight; it was time for Charles to come home and take care of you. It had been, in fact, several hours since Charles had left the house, he had probably had enough fun, now it was your turn.

After putting the bodysuit on and taking a quick look in the mirror to fix your hair and put on some makeup, you got on the bed and took a few pictures with your phone.

Satisfied with the result you sent a message and some pictures to your boyfriend and waited for his response.

Charles was listening to his friends chatting when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He couldn’t help but smile seeing that it was you. He opened the notification without hesitation.

Hey, amour. How is it going? Hope you’re having fun.

Look what I found.

The text was accompanied by some pictures.

“Fuck”, Charles whispered as he opened the first image before remembering where he was and with whom.

He looked up from his phone and looked around. Luckily his friends were still engaged in their previous conversation, so no one was paying attention to him.

He went back to looking at the picture you had sent him. His mouth watered at the sight of you on your bed in front of the mirror with almost nothing on but a red lace bodysuit that left little room for the imagination. But the things he imagined doing to you were many.

He texted you back.

Y/n, please... Don’t.

You were quick to respond.

What? I thought you would like it

You know you were playing with fire and that later you would suffer the consequences, but you couldn’t help but teasing him now. In the end you knew it would be worth it.

That’s the problem, Y/n. I loved it… But I’d rather you without

As he imagined slowly taking off the bodysuit from you and your naked body under his, he received another message from you.

Well… you know where to find me😏

If it was up to him, he would have already got in the car and would be on his way to you as fast as he could.

Baby, I can’t leave yet

Please

You loved to see him beg even though you knew you would regret it later when the roles would be reversed. Since he was going to make you pay, you wanted to enjoy yourself while you could.

I get it, Cha. But I don’t know how long I’ll be able to resist. Maybe I should take the matter into my own hands while I wait for you?

His erection, already hard, was pushing against his pants.

Y/n, don’t you dare…

Charles was still writing when you texted him back.

I'll stop writing now. My fingers have better things to do. Have fun, see u later 😉

Your message left Charles speechless and unable to answer. That was pure torture, he thought. How could he enjoy the rest of the evening if all he could think about was you and what you were doing right now? Did you stand by your words and were you taking care of yourself?, Charles thought. The image of you touching yourself and moaning kept playing in his mind, driving him crazy and also a little jealous. He wanted to be the one making you feel good and hear you screaming his name over and over again.

The more he thought about it, the more impatient he became and wanted to get out of there. The air inside was getting hotter. He loved his friends and spending time with them, but at that moment he could only think of you. He desperately wanted you. It was amazing the effect you had on him, even from a distance.

He looked at his watch impatiently, it was past midnight. They had been there for several hours; his friends wouldn't mind if he left. At most he would have invented some excuse, for example that he was tired. He looked at his watch again, it was time to go home for him… to get back to you.

After your last message, you had waited for Charles a little. You hoped your words had had some effect on him but seeing he didn’t arrive, you got bored in the end. You were still turned on by the conversation you had had with Charles. You closed your eyes and started to think about your boyfriend and the things he would have done to you if he had been there.

Your hands slowly moved towards your pussy. As you rubbed your fingers over your panties, pressing them over the fabric, you could feel the cotton soaking through, making you shiver.

You moaned, your bodysuit soon pushed to the side and one finger inside of you, getting all wet by your arousal. You whimpered at the contact, imagining it was Charles doing that to you.

As you picked up the pace and pushed another finger between your wet folds, you were starting to feel your own arousal become nigh unbearable. You tilted your head back as your hips thrust to meet your fingers.

You didn't hear the front door close or the footsteps approaching the bedroom.

You could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm. You were almost there when someone grabbed your hands, pinning them over your head and stopping you from reaching your orgasm.

You instantly widened your eyes.

“Charles! You scared me to death!”, you screamed.

Charles smirked and looked at you with desire as he was above you, holding one knee between your legs and pressing on your pussy.

“Yeah, baby? This is what happens when you get caught doing something you shouldn’t.”

You weren’t really scared; his words were actually turning you on even more.

“This is what happens when your boyfriend doesn’t show up on time. You are a racing driver and are so slow?”, you challenged him.

Charles would never admit it but he loved it when you acted like a brat, it excited him.

He remained silent as his eyes wandered over your body and gently stroked you with one hand. He licked his lips and his cock hardened at the sight of your wet and naked cunt. He was dying to be inside you but he knew he needed to be patient, he wouldn't let you win so easily.

“I was about to come, Charles”, you sighed, pretending to be frustrated.

Charles knew it well. He had already been there for several minutes enjoying the show when he politely interrupted you. At another time he would have gladly watched you pleasure yourself and allowed you to finish the work but not that day. You would only come when he let you.

His fingers caressed your slit, teasing it and collecting your wetness while you winced and moaned as you were still sensitive. He gently flicked your clit, sending shocks down your spine. His fingers dug into you, without much resistance. You began to slowly move your hips but Charles had other plans for you and pulled his fingers out, putting them in his mouth to taste you.

“Only good girls are allowed to come. Have you been a good girl, chérie?”, he whispered looking at you and wearing a cocky smile, his face a few meters from yours before to kiss you roughly.

You could feel all his desperation and desire in that kiss. He wanted you too.

He walked away from your lips. “I don’t think so. You are just a little slut who couldn’t even wait for his boyfriend to come home.”

Before you could reply, he started to move down, kissing down your neck and chest, biting a little, sucking a little more, making you gasp as he got to one of your breasts.

He was touching and kissing you everywhere except where you needed him the most and that was driving you crazy. You knew it was your time to beg.

“Please, Charles… I can be good for you, let me show you”, you said in a trembling voice.

He looked up at you. “I don’t know if you deserve it. You should rather be punished, don’t you think?”

At those words you knew you had a long night ahead. You nodded at him as you couldn’t wait to be punished.

That night, in fact, you had to wait before coming as Charles teased you a lot but several hours and orgasms later it was worth it… three times.

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naushtheaspiringauthor · 13 hours

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~Child Of The Storm~

Nikolai Lantsov x OC

Image by - @brokendreamtale2

Warnings- slight mention of blood

A/N- Let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist!

Taglist- @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @sirisuorionblack @evelyndane @marauders-wife @el-de-phi

Ch-60 ~Striding towards the storm~

They stayed up late that night, talking through the logistics of the plan.

The realities of the Fold complicated everything. They discussed where and how they would enter, whether or not it was even possible for Alina to cloak herself, let alone the others, how to isolate the Darkling and get the students clear.

They had no blasting powders, so they’d have to make their own.

Alina also wanted to ensure that the rest of them had some way out of the Fold if anything happened to her.

They left early the next morning and crossed back through Dva Stolba to retrieve the Bittern from the quarry.

“Saints,” Adrik said as they clambered into the hulls. “Is that our blood?” he passed a dreaded glance to Anaya.

Almost the entirety of the deck was soaked in red. They’d all been so tired and beaten after their long escape from the Spinning Wheel that no one had even thought to deal with it.

“How am I even alive?” Anaya glanced at the ship with concern.

“You two made the mess,” Zoya said. “You clean it up.”

“Need two hands to swab,” Adrik retorted, taking a place at the sails instead.

Adrik seemed to relish Zoya’s taunts over Nadia’s constant fussing.

Anaya was relieved to learn that he could still summon, though it would take some time for him to be able to control strong currents with just one arm.

Baghra could’ve taught him, she thought.

The woman was never kind or easy on anyone but she had helped Anaya in overcoming her fears and gain command over the abilities she’d once believed to have been a lost cause. And most of all, she had helped her realize her worth.

It was truly strange for Anaya to realize that she missed her.

Once they were in the air, the Squallers set a gentle pace and Alina used the time to practice bending the light by camouflaging the ship from below.

The journey took only a few hours, and they landed in a marshy pasture west of Caryeva. The town was the site of the summer horse sales every year.

It wasn’t known for anything but its racing track and its breeding stables, and even without the war, this late in the year, it would have been all but deserted.

The missive to the Apparat had proposed that they meet at the racecourse.

Tamar and Harshaw would scout the track on foot to make sure they weren’t walking into a trap. If anything felt wrong, they’d circle back to meet them, and they would decide what to do from there.

They were a day early, and the pasture was the perfect place to practice cloaking moving targets.

Misha insisted on being first. “I’m smaller,” he said. “That will make it easier.”

He ran out into the center of the field.

Alina raised her hands, twisting her wrists and the boy disappeared. Harshaw gave an appreciative whistle.

“Can you see me?” Misha shouted.

As soon as he started waving, the light around him rippled and his skinny forearms appeared as if suspended in space.

Alina adjusted the light and he vanished once again.

“Misha, run toward us.” Mal instructed.

He appeared, then disappeared again as Alina adjusted the light.

“I can see him from the side,” Tolya called from across the pasture.

“Better!” Tolya said.

Zoya yelped. “That little brat just kicked me.”

“Doing the Saints’ work” Anaya grinned.

They spent the rest of the afternoon vanishing one, then two, and then five of them at a time in the field.

“I can see him!” Zoya singsonged.

And sure enough, Tolya’s big shape was flickering in and out as he jogged.

“Let’s break for a bit,” Alina said, dropping her hands.

Nadia and Adrik unfurled one of the sails so she could help him learn to manage updraft, and Zoya sprawled lazily on the deck.

David, Genya and Anaya bent their heads over one of their notebooks, attempting to figure out where they could extract the components for a batch of lumiya.

Their discussion came to a halt upon hearing the sound of hoofbeats.

Soon, a group of young soldiers made their way towards them. There were no more than twelve of them.

Anaya glanced at Alina who was speaking with two soldiers she recognized as Vladim and Ruby from her time at the White Cathedral.

……………………………………………………

It wouldn’t be safe for them to approach Kribirsk on this side of the Fold, so they’d decided to stage their attack from West Ravka, and that meant dealing with the logistics of a crossing.

Because Nadia and Zoya couldn’t keep the Bittern aloft with too many additional passengers, they decided that Tolya would escort the Soldat Sol to the eastern shore of the Fold and wait for them there.

It would take them a full day on horseback, and that would give the rest of them time to enter West Ravka and locate a suitable base camp. Then they’d loop back to lead the others across the Fold under the protection of Alina’s power.

They boarded the Bittern and sped toward the strange black fog of the Shadow Fold in only a few hours.

The volcra came at them, and Anaya glimpsed the dim shapes of their wings and heard their cries as they tore at the circle of light Alina had summoned.

She felt relieved when they burst into the sky above West Ravka.

The territory west of the Fold had been evacuated. They flew over abandoned villages and houses, all without seeing a soul.

In the end, they decided to set up in an apple farm just southwest of what was left of Novokribirsk, less than a mile from the dark reach of the Fold. It was called Tomikyana, the name written across the side of the cannery and the barn full of cider presses.

The owner’s house was lavish and lovingly maintained, topped with a white cupola. Harshaw broke a window and climbed inside to unlock the doors.

“New money,” Zoya sniffed as they made their way through the overly decorated rooms, each shelf and mantel brimming with porcelain figurines and curios.

Genya picked up a ceramic pig. “Vile.”

“I like it here,” Adrik protested. “It’s nice.”

Zoya made a retching sound. “Maybe taste will come with age.”

“I’m only three years younger than you.”

“Then maybe you’re just doomed to be tacky.”

The furniture had been covered with sheets. Misha yanked one free and ran from room to room trailing it behind him like a cape.

Most of the cupboards had been emptied, but Harshaw found a tin of sardines that he opened and shared with Oncat.

They’d have to send people out to the neighboring farms to scout for food.

Once they’d made sure there were no other squatters, the others left David, Anaya, Genya, and Misha to get started procuring materials for the production of lumiya and blasting powders.

The rest of them reboarded the Bittern to cross back to Ravka to regroup with the Soldat Sol and bring them here.

It took them a better part of the day scouring the area and bringing all the materials back to the house.

They had completely taken over the house, by the time the group returned with the Soldat Sol, nearly two days later.

The kitchen looked like a storm had blown through.

Bubbling pots covered the cookstove, and Anaya had brought in a huge kettle from the cider press to serve as a cooling tub.

David and Anaya perched on stools at the opposite sides of the big wooden table. It was littered with glass and metal, smears of tar, and countless little bottles containing the foul-smelling components of lumiya.

“Is this entirely safe?” Alina asked.

“Nothing is entirely safe.” Anaya responded, briefly looking up.

David nodded in agreement.

“How reassuring.” Alina said

“I’m glad.” David smiled.

In the dining room, Genya had set up her own work space, where she was helping to construct canisters for the lumiya and slings that would carry them. The others could activate them as late as they dared during the attack, and if something happened to Alina on the Fold, they might still have enough light to get out.

The sun had almost set when they’d decided on taking a break and Anaya thought of going outside for a while.

She informed Genya and put on her coat as she walked down the hill, towards the shore.

Two days, until they would face him.

Two days

She had no clue as to what was coming, but she was prepared nonetheless. She needed to be. There was no way but forward.

She had to walk this path and she wouldn’t back down, she knew.

It was the only chance they had. To pick up the pieces of this broken, tattered, war-torn world. It was the only chance they had at life.

It was her only chance at life.

She sat down near the lake, folding her knees to her chest. She flexed her fingers in a smooth gesture, forming small dolphins and then made little movements with her hand, making them hop upfront.

There was once a time she did everything she could do to hide her power, the very skill she’d spent the entirety of her childhood honing. Just so she wouldn’t be picked up by slavers and be sold off, yet again.

Just because he had made me.

Even though she was given numerous privileges, education and even numerous degrees in business and finance, but the scars she had attained as payment for it all, were far more.

It was strange to think, just how far she’d come.

A girl born to soldiers, trained to be one herself. Turned into a murderer, then a thief, an ally, a friend.

She didn’t know who she was anymore.

She was too many things. She was nothing at all.

She would still be one thing, despite the changes, despite all the hurricanes, she would forever remain Anaya Nasrazeen. The girl who just didn’t seem to give up.

Crack

Her head whipped around as soon as she heard the sound, the dolphins disappearing beneath the waves.

Crack

She stood up, blade in hand as she heard the second sound.

She then glimpsed at a black shape moving behind the trees. It strode towards her in a steady pace, revealing to be a creature with massive wings.

Nikolai

His bare torso was far cleaner than the last time she’d seen him and his glorious blonde hair was shinier, despite being messy and tangled.

She let the blade vanish beneath her palm.

“Nikolai?” she asked, her voice having an unfamiliar softness to it.

His eyes widened upon hearing his name leave her lips.

He slowly moved towards her, his gait utterly inhuman. A part of her insisted on bolting but she stood her ground.

He was now mere inches away from her. He looked down at the side of her torso, where she’d been stabbed, then back at her.

His gaze was almost one of concern.

“I’m alright” Anaya gave him a tight-lipped smile.

She glanced at his dark veined limps, his talons. He didn’t look like himself. Though there was something in her, that believed Nikolai to still be there, some part of him.

He looked down at his feet upon seeing her gaze linger on his inhumane features. His head bent with a look that appeared almost as guilt, shame.

“Nikolai” she began, mustering up her courage. “We will try our best” he looked back at her. “We will” her expression was almost reassuring. “To help you heal. To make you better. I will try”

If she would be honest, she truly had no idea whether they could really heal him. She didn’t know whether they would succeed in bringing down the Unsea. And even if they did, she didn’t know if he would be himself again or whether he would perish alongside the darkling’s monsters.

She had no kind words to offer him. No form of comfort to provide him with.

He sat down, knees bent to his shoulders. He almost looked human.

She felt a thorn being jabbed at her heart.

She sat down beside him. “It’s okay,” she spoke. “It will be okay” she rested her hand on his, with slight hesitance.

It was the closest she could provide him with for comfort. No false promises. No kind gestures. Only a small glint of hope. She could offer him nothing but the only thing she had.

Hope.

She moved her hand away, “I should go back, it's getting late” she said, as she turned away from him.

She then felt a sudden grip on her arm.

She turned around to see Nikolai’s head lifted up, His eyes were brimming with something strange, something new.

“Do you want me to stay?” she asked, maintaining her composure.

He said nothing, but only tightened his grip on her arm. His grip was firm, burning and unwavering. He did not move.

It was only then she realized what he was yearning for. What she saw in his estranged eyes.

Hunger.

“You can’t kill me you know?” she spoke, keeping her voice steady despite knowing fully well that he could devour her any second.

He opened his mouth to reveal long fangs. The monster in him was brimming with hunger.

“If you kill me, then how will I help you?” she let out in a voice steady yet full of fret.

In a sudden, he snapped to his senses. He dropped her arm and looked at her with a wide-eyed, mortified gaze, realizing what he’d almost done.

In a sharp gesture, he moved from her and flew towards the fold, disappearing into the mist.

Anaya walked back to the house, unable to think of anything but of what had just happened.

“Where were you?” Nadia asked as she approached her.

“Huh?” Anaya looked at her, taking some time to process her words. “Oh, near the lake” She finally responded

“Are you alright? You look quite shaken” She asked with a concerned gaze, “Not that you don’t all the time” she amended.

Anaya gave her a vacant look. But before she could speak, Alina walked up to them. “Is everything alright?” she asked.

“Yeah yeah I’m alright” Anaya said. “As alright as someone who almost got eaten by a part demon could be” she added with a sigh.

“Wait, what?” Alina asked in an unusually high voice.

“I saw Nikolai,” Anaya began, earning a shocked glance from both of them. “He sort of, weeped beside me before he tried to kill me and possibly eat me” she explained.

“What?” Alina gave her a wide-eyed gaze. “How did you stop him?” “Well I just told him how if he kills me I won’t be able to help him ” Anaya shrugged.

“So he just left then?” Nadia asked.

“Yeah,” Anaya nodded. “He just flew away, in the fold’s direction”.

“To do what, vacation? Kill himself? Make friends with Volcra?” Zoya asked from behind that earned an eye roll from Anaya.

“How am I supposed to know?” Anaya lifted her hands in dismay.

“You seem very nonchalant for someone who was just almost killed” Alina said.

“Well it’s nothing new” Anaya shrugged. “Being chased, followed, almost killed, it’s usual day’s business Alina”.

Alina furrowed her brows and looked at her with concern.

“There’s nothing unusual in her life given how many bizarre experiences she’s had” Zoya added.

“Yes, didn’t you live in Novyi Zem and Kerch?” Nadia asked with utter curiosity

“Well yes, but no see, I only lived in Kerch for five years I didn’t live in Novyi Zem i just visited the place” Anaya wavered her arms around as she explained

“You’ve lived in Ketterdam?” Alina asked curiously

“Yeah” she nodded.

“What did you even do there for so long?” Zoya asked with slight interest.

Anaya remembered all the things she’d done. But she chose to leave out the parts that were quite concerning.

“Numerous things really,” She began. “I’ve got degrees in finance, business and political science” she tilted her head as she began listing.

“You went to the university?” Alina said, astonished

Anaya gave her a brief glance. If that's what she believed then it was for the best. “Sure” she pursed her lips

“Strange indeed” Zoya shook her head.

#nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai lantsov fanfiction #nikolai lantsov x oc

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bryan360 · 10 months

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Here’s my note before I’ll get started….

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Fixing my JBL Headphones w/newer ear pads

Sup, guys? While I’m still working on my continuing NexiGo video game controller; since last time where I’d addressed of testing its connection test and some features. (Link Here)

I promise It’ll happened to continue, but had to put on hold until I decided when doing free time. Can’t go to rush in without expectation, though.

Anyways, just dropping off with this recent item I’d got it from Amazon.com. Its more of fixing my JBL headphones set since July. 15th, 2018; after owning it back then. (Link Here #2)

⬆️ 1st through 2nd Images (Aug. 13th, 2023; at 6:07 P.M.)

As you can see, I’d ordered this replacement kit from “SOULWIT” brand; very compatible to any headphones including JBL models. Thankfully I’d picked carefully for “JBL Tune 450BT” type after reading from its description. It also had soft cooling-gel to keep my ears comfortable and hopefully doesn’t go flat. I’m sure it’ll works than my original JBL ear pads I’ve wear them from past few years.

⬆️ 3rd through 5th Images (June. 15th, 2023; at 7:49 to 7:53 A.M.)

Just before getting my new ear pads months ago, I took some time to show off what’s happening with my JBL headphones set. While it’s running fine that I’m relief about, but the older ear pads shows its age. You can see that it completely rips off after many uses later. Took of 5 years since July. 15th, 2018 after owning my wireless headphones; as I already mentioned.

It’ll be a right time to replace its older ear pads for newer ones. I even carefully take off from the right side ear pad before saving it for later.

⬆️ 6th through 7th Images (Aug. 13th, 2023; at 6:07 to 6:11 P.M.)

Back to where I’m started, I’d unpacked from the bag itself while prepare to replace my old ear pads. It includes two new ones, some tools, and some manuals which I’ll get into it for a bit.

However for the blue tool I’m using, its for pushing the edge to secure my new ear pads tight while inserting. Something like that. It would be tricky if I’d use with my fingertips or other substitutes.

⬆️ 8th through 10th Images (At 6:18 to 6:20 P.M.)

These are the two sided manuals and a small one to read from. Though apologize for how it crumbled up even after trying to flatten out.

Nevertheless, I’ve read through those just fine while follow some instructions. However, I’m pretty much know to take off my JBL headphones old ear pads.

BTW, just ignored the other side of the manual for “JBL Tune 600BTNC” model; which was also included on the packaging. I don’t have that model.

⬆️ 11th through 13th Images (At 6:23 to 6:24 P.M.)

Before doing so, I still got one old ear pad to remove before cleaning from the inside. I don’t want to get any dust of it for that matter.

⬆️ 14th through 16th Images (At 6:29 to 7:08 P.M.)

Now here’s what I’ve inserting new ear pads to get fit with my headphone set. I described it “a bit hard” to cover up about few hour before finishing. I tried to stretch both of new ear pads without ripping it by accident.

I’d use with my blue tool to close up the edges tight. I’ll be keeping that for anytime of getting newer ear pad replacements.

Anyways, I’d managed to get it fit with my headphone set. Took about just one hour as I mentioned as well, but got it stretched out as I can to have it fit the inside the speakers. Though let’s see if it worth to wear without hurting my ears.

⬆️ 17th through 20th Images (At 7:13 P.M. to 7:22 P.M.)

First, I’m going to have some water drops into my new ear pads; as I followed the small manual to enhance the cooling sensation. I needed to be careful with it by using the dropper; which was also included from the packaging.

Sorry if I missed that to show at the beginning, though.

Anyways, I use a cup of water and collect some droplets with a tool I’m using. Afterwards, I needed to be careful to go around the ear pads. Not too much because it’ll get soggy if putting too much moisture. Or what I was thinking, though.

After that, I’ll let it dry about 2 to 3 minutes before wearing it. Well, I considered this good as new just like that. 😉

⬆️ 21st through 25th Images (August. 16th; at 4:19 to 4:20 P.M.)

I’d secretly wearing it from past few days til now. However, it felt good wearing with my new ear pads for my JBL headphones. 👍

In fact, it was better than my original JBL ear pads to wear after years later. I’ve gone through having older pairs before decided to replace newer ones. I mean my ears are fine despite had some problems later on.

Thanks to having a newer ear pads with cooling gel material, I’m hopeful it’ll be feeling with my ears without little pain. 😌👂

Overall thoughts: ⬇️

I’m enjoy my newer ear pads after replacing the older ones for my JBL headphones. It’ll help me to cool off my ears with its soft-cooling gel, but also had better sound quality when I listened to music or videos from YouTube. Not sure how long it’ll last long, but at least it was worth picking up from Amazon.com for this month of August 2023.

Hope if everyone will be saving some money of getting these for your older headphones.

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#review #my review #review of 2023 #item review #new item #fixing #fixing headphones #ear pads #new ear pads #jbl headphones #jbl #accessories #tool #manuals #etc.#august 2023 #august 21st 2023

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kariachi · 2 years

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Quick Osmobeast ficlet, because an image popped into my head and this is how it went onto paper.

“Don’t use the floor, there’s broken glass.” The door still only partially open, Gar paused to consider the statement and trample down the spike of concern.

“Okay, thanks.” True enough, a quick glance around showed a nice big area of glass fragments spreading out from one wall. Worrying, but it could have been worse. Shuffling in just enough to shut and lock the apartment door behind him, Gar shifted into the first avian shape to pop into his head and flapped his way into the kitchen. Kevin was leaned against a counter, going to town on some cheesecake, and Gar perched himself on his shoulder. “So…”

“It was the glass or my fist and I’m making an effort.”

“I appreciate it.” He groomed a bit of hair out of Kevin’s face as he said it, the shoulder beneath his feet relaxing in response. “And Zed?”

“Locked in the bedroom,” Kevin said around a bite, “until I can get myself to clean up.”

“Got the energy for locking the baskurr up safe but not to sweep up broken glass?”

“Pretty much.”

“Mood.” Gar stretched his wings. “Want me to do it?”

“Nah.” Kevin shook his head. “You’re more likely to get hurt than I am. I’ll get around to once I can.”

“Alright,” Gar said, shifting again into a python, making lazy loops around his partner’s neck and shoulders, “I’ll just get comfy then.”

“All part of my masterplan, babe.”

It took another half hour, forty-five minutes or so for Kevin to throw up a quick armor and clean the floor, prompted mostly by Zed’s lonely whining piercing right through their souls, but Gar stayed on his shoulders the rest of the afternoon.

They had to bump the heating up a few degrees so neither’d freeze, but it was worth it.

#fanfic #kevin: i am doing my level best not to do things that cause me physical pain anymore #lest my man and my rat be sad #also damnit my man isn't being injured on my watch i've met him thank you

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markicantwait · 2 years

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Boyfriend

I want to present the first text of "The boyfriend series" a compilation of texts inspired by songs that have been transcendental for me. This text is also inspired by this post I made several months ago.

You tried to convince yourself that what you were doing wasn't justify your boyfriend's poor attitude towards you, always doing the minimum to receive all the attention and recognition his ego needed, that the idea of his "Easy Love" was more than a few kisses and some poor "me too" texts when he left you alone in bed was enough for you

That night was supposed to be the anniversary dinner with your boyfriend, but of course, nothing went as expected. It was you who made the reservations, it was you who reminded him of the date and ask him to clean his agenda for that day, it was you who managed to collect months of salary and student scholarship to go to a fancy restaurant and live for one night the fantasy of a perfect romance,but in the end none of that happened.

Forty-five minutes was how long it took him to send a message saying that "he had forgotten" the game with the boys being more important, "I'll make it up, honey."

You could have gone home and cried to yourself or gone to his apartment and caused a big scene, but you were already there and at least your dress, makeup, and hair were worth seeing for a while.

The scene was a bit unfortunate, you were alone at a table for two, having the second glass of wine of the night with the food almost forgotten, at least the consolation that you looked good was enough to not to cry at the restaurant

"Is this seat taken?"

To say she was beautiful was an understatement, whether it was the lighting of the place, the way she styled her hair, the dress she wore or her voice. The instrumental of some song played in the background completing the scene, it was like seeing a past dream that was brought to life only to verify that it existed at some point and now you had it materialized in front of you.

"Oh no, it's not, please"

"Thank you" she said smiling, up close the subtle aroma of lavender and something else, enveloped the small space now that you shared

"What 's your name?"

That night ended with Rose driving you home after spending a pleasant number of hours talking about food, music, fashion, books. The little details of that night stayed with you for the next days, from the way she helped you with your seat as you got up, the careful touch of her hand on your lower back as she guided you out, the graceful way she offered you help when you got out of the vehicle, to the action of waiting for you to enter your house so she could leave.

Of course you exchanged numbers that night

"Let me know when you get home" you told her

"Is this your way of asking me for my number?"

But she complied with your simple request, letting you know when she got home to finish with a "Sleep well"

Almost four days had passed since that night and your phone felt heavy in your hand as time passed, it would be easy just to send her a message saying hello, just that.

The surprise was when that afternoon during school, Rose's name jumped up on the screen.

"Hello, how have you been these days? Let me know if you're free, we can meet up for a drink! have a good day (: "

"Hey!..."

Friday was the day you both agreed to go out to dinner near your workplace, you expected to find Rose in the restaurant, but what a surprise when you saw her outside waiting for you, it felt a little different to see her there so familiar. The hair that was once in big waves was now straight and up, the dress had gone to be replaced for a simple outfit that screamed style all over it, the light makeup only completed the image,to be honest everything about Rose scream rich and fancy

“Hello” she said smiling “Are you ready? Do you have all your things?”

“Yes, all set. Let's go"

In the small place you entered, the same atmosphere repeated as a few days ago, you chatted about your jobs, private lives, things that bother you both and upcoming plans. Again, the small details that Rose had didn't go unnoticed, from fixing the chair for you, asking what you liked best to drink and when it was time to pay for dinner the little "It's on me" fight.

"Come on, I was the one who invited you, next time you can pay"

The next time never really came, not because you didn't go out together, but Rose refused to let you pay, and that kind of made you feel bad, but you knew she didn't mean it like that, so after a few weeks with this routine, you thought giving her something would be nice.

It was something simple but you hoped that she would really like it, or at least pretend to. That day, you had agreed to go to lunch together near Rose's work, while you were waiting for her in the restaurant you felt a little nervous, there was no great reason why, you just hoped that she would like your gift.

"I'm sorry love. I had to attend to some things quickly. Have you already ordered something, should I call the waiter?”

"Don't worry, I just got here. I haven´t, I was waiting for you. I have a present for you. Oh, come on don't look at me like that, it's something small and you said you needed it” You handed her the small white bag

“To be small it weighs something. Oh how nice! I love the color. You made it? I didn't know you´re into ceramics”

“Oh, no, no. I bought it, sorry to disappoint you. You said your favorite mug for work was broken so I thought I'd get you a new one, do you like it?"

“Of course!, I was starting to get tired of using the office mugs, don't get me wrong but I don't like to share a lot, this will definitely look prettier on my desk and the color is nice, thanks”

"Yellow, you said you liked it"

“From now on it will be my new favorite color”

Again, she didn't let you pay.

The next few months went by quickly with Rose in your life popping up continuously, she suddenly went from being a new contact to a new friend and it was obvious to everyone your new friendship, from one more addition to your facebook list, one more follower on instagram, the ig stories of your nights out and a lot of shared time, so much that it seemed that your boyfriend was finally paying attention to something other than his nose.

He showed up at your apartment that day after you hadn't talked for a while, a week to be exact, so seeing him at your door surprised you a bit.

"Hey babe, I'm here. What are we having for dinner today?"

"Excuse me? What are you doing here?"

“I came to see my girlfriend. Lately we don't see each other much anymore, it seems that you have forgotten me”

Is he pouting?

“I understand that, but you can't come unannounced. What if I have guests or am planning to go out?

“Go out with who? With that blonde girl? At this point I'll be jealous of her. Babe, don't you think you're hanging out too much lately? You barely pay attention to me, I used to let it go because you were focused on work and the unnecessary things of school, but now you spend all your time going from party to party. What are people going to think of me?”

he must be kidding

“So you came all the way to my house to discuss yourself? We haven't seen each other for days and it's the first thing that comes to your mind to say?”

“You're overreacting again. All I'm saying is that you should care a little more about our relationship. I text you and you're always busy, I was giving you time and the first thing you did was go to the club as if you were single. While I'm at work and with the boys you're out there doing who knows what with someone else like a…”

Your hand reached his face before your mind grasped what happened.

“Never, in your life, do you try to suggest something bad about me again. Leave, I want you to leave my apartment and never come back. We´re done"

"I do not want to. You are my girlfriend and you have to reciprocate as such”

“You have three seconds to leave my house or I will overreact, don't try me"

With a big slam on the door and a kick to the plant that you had in the hall it was like your now ex-boyfriend had decided to leave a last impression, you didn't even know when you started crying, by the time you realized you were in the couch lamenting the last year you had wasted on someone like him.

"Hello?"

The loud music was the first thing you heard "Rosie, where are you?"

"Wait, I don't hear you, let me... Ok, I'm sorry, what happened?"

“Rose? Hello, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, where are you?

“I went out with some friends, hey, you don't sound yourself well, what happened? You're hurt?"

more crying

"He came to my house and we discussed, we broke up"

“Love… Are you still at home? Oh, don't cry, breathe. I'm a little far away right now, but I'll be there soon, okay? Wait for me, I'll be there in forty minutes, okay?"

You tried to stay calm as Rose arrived, but the room just felt smaller and you couldn't stop thinking about your now ex-boyfriend, how you had the first dates on the same couch you were crying on now, the times you cooked for him in your small kitchen and the "good" nights in your room. You didn't know when it happened but by the time you realized you were sitting at the stairs of your building, you only reacted when you saw Rose get out of her car.

It was obvious that she had gone clubbing, the mini dress and the heavy makeup suited her perfectly, you almost felt bad for making her come here.

“My love, what are you doing out here? Oh come here, come here, let me hold you.” Her arms were around you, your body shaking as you cried for having to feel this way about someone you knew wasn't worth it.

"I really don't wanna be here" you said still in Rose's arms

"Okay, we'll go to my apartment, we'll have a sleepover, you and me. How does that sound?"

By the time you got to the blonde's apartment and calmed yourself down, you thought if it was a good idea to bother in that way, although you both had become close quickly, being in each other's space was a line you hadn't crossed yet. You hadn't thought about what Rose's house was like, but for some reason everything seemed to fit her, everything looked elegant and simple although strangely more colorful than you thought, everything here belonged to her and that comforted you somehow.

“When I have a bad day, I normally take a shower and go to bed to watch TV. How about you take a bath, while I prepare something for both of us to have for dinner, okay?”

An hour later you and Rose were in her bed watching some Netflix show while having some sandwiches for dinner, the pajamas she lent you soft against your skin and the perfect room temperature, everything seemed fine, which for some reason it made you feel worse, starting to cry again. .

“Come here darling, come. It's okay, you can cry "

“He didn't even ask how I was. He just showed up expecting something from me. He used to be a gentleman at first, I don't understand when that changed "

“Sometimes I felt I owed him something when we got into bed”

"He didn't like that I was doing my master"

"He left me alone at the first party we went together because he prefer to chat with his friends"

"He didn't even make me cum"

And you continued for part of the night, Rose just listened to you while she held you in her arms, you cried as much as your body allowed you while continuing with the new unresolved complaints you had and hadn't realized until that moment.

The breakup was harder than you thought, the days were getting really long and you seemed cold all the time, you had locked yourself in at work and school, you were drinking again just because until the beers ran out was when you went to sleep, just to repeat the routine again. You couldn't handle it anymore when your mother called one day asking about him, she didn't even give you time to break the news when she dropped the bombshell that your cousin was getting married and it would be good if you both went to the wedding "It's a good opportunity to introduce him to the family, he is a good boy”

Rose did her best to keep you company as much as she could, calling you between her breaks to make sure you were eating, picking you up from school or work if there was time, but after a couple of days you stopped answering her messages and it was more than obvious that you were avoiding her, you were being ungrateful and a bad friend, you were aware of it and although you had a way to justify it you needed time to find the best way to talk about it.

That night Rose had left your apartment after making you eat something more than take out, one part told you that the best thing you could do for yourself was to wash yourself and go to bed, however you ended up in the nearest store and bought the pack of beers you had been drinking for the last few weeks.

A pretty girl approached you while you were watching the snacks, a few centimeters taller than you, maybe because of the heels she was wearing, short black hair so neat that it looks like she went to the salon before, the outfit was just the cherry on the cake, all too chic and extravagant for you. At first you thought you were blocking her view so you moved but she just stared at you without saying anything and to be honest it was starting to make you uncomfortable.

"You need something?"

"You Know Rose"

"Who asks?"

“I am his ex-girlfriend. It's just…you're wearing her coat" she said smiling kindly "It was my birthday present to her"

You don't really know how it happened but next thing, the two of you ended up sitting in a park drinking and eating while talking about your friend.

"May I ask why you broke up?"

“We just couldn't be together anymore. I began to demand a lot from Rose, I behaved spoiled and possessively and that led us to not have something healthy, so we decided to end it. We tried a lot before that, you know? We went to couples therapy, we went on trips, we even bought a fish as if the poor thing was going to help. But nothing worked, so we ended it "

"How long ago did it happen?"

“Almost five months. I haven't talked to her since then. My friends told me she had started seeing someone new and I didn't want to believe it until I saw the pictures of you and her having dinner”

The statement surprised you so much that if you had been drinking at the time you probably would have choked on your drink.

"No. Rosie is my friend, we met… About five months ago. I was in a bad relationship with my that time boyfriend, she helped me a lot and she is doing it now that I broke up with him”

“She is a good person and a good girlfriend. To be honest I was a little jealous that she was out partying with cute girls while I was crying at home. That also became a problem in our relationship, sometimes we argued a lot and it was easier for her to go to a party and not answer the phone than come home, but I don't blame her, we would probably end up fighting even more "

You didn't know what to think or say, here was your friend's ex-girlfriend talking to you as close mates, even though it bothered you a little, you felt sorry for the black-haired woman and how she probably hadn't talked about this. Before you could say anything, her voice cut you off

“Listen, I still love Rosie and God knows I'm doing my best to get better so I can get her back in the future, but I also know when to keep my place. Bad for both of us, I know her well enough to know when she's into someone, if it's you or not, it's up to her. But while we are in doubt I tell you that I will do what I can to have the opportunity to be by her side again "

The morning before the world seemed a little lighter, you weren't so cold and although you never drank coffee, it was your choice for breakfast. It had been almost two months since your last relationship had ended, you were getting over it little by little in your own way, that included enough time for yourself and therapy, it had been almost two weeks since you spoke with Rose, after the small talk that her ex and you had, several pieces fell into place and you knew that staying away from the blonde girl would be the best thing you could do.

“Dear Rosie, I am so sorry I have avoided you these past few days, you have been nothing but a great friend and support to me. Right now what I need is time. A few days ago I was able to talk with a person who made me realize that working on myself is the best option. Thank you for all your time and love, please just put our friendship on hold for now, I promise to come back soon so I can offer you the friend you deserve to have.”

Rose had responded with a simple dot, and knowing that you now at least had one aspect of your life under control gave you the strength to get on with your to-do list.

You got rid of your ex's trash, the beers and the snacks, you cleaned the house and finally made the pantry, you returned to your work rhythm and your grades improved, you recovered your life little by little.

Today you feel ready, you would go out clubbing on your own, it wasn't the first time you did it but after a while the idea made you anxious. Everything was going well, you had found a good place at the bar even though you weren't drinking, the music was good and the atmosphere too, everything was going well until you saw Rose in the club, she was wearing the same dress as the night she was to your house, she looked beautiful as always.

“Is this seat taken?”

The little deja vu makes you laugh, you feel light and secure with Rose next to you, the cliche of being just the two of you even in a crowded room makes you want to hide your face behind your hands and giggle like a teenager.

The night had passed as you never stop seeing each other, you talk and laugh like you always did, the drinks started to appear and at some point you both were dancing on the dancefloor. The multicolored lights, the loud music, the little amount of alcohol in your system was enough for make you feel happily dizzy as much as Rose could

You don't know exactly how Rose and you end up sitting in a park at four a.m, you just were happy to be there with her, feeling the best you had been this past few weeks, it just felt right.

“Suzy told me about the little meeting you had” oh “ You aren't mad at me, right?”

“What? No, no, what are you talking about, Rosie?”

“It's just, you know… I didn't told you about me”

“Isn't like it's something you need to inform people, isn't a big deal either, nothing chance the way I feel about you”

“That night- Rosie started- I thought you were really beautiful, and it was kinda sad knowing you were there all alone. Back then when Suzy and I broke up for the first time, I didn't realize how awful and destructive the situacion was or could get until months passed and suddenly everything was about who could scream louder and one night we just reached our breaking point. She was wearing a night dress when we had our little chat about taking time and I couldn't handle the feeling that you probably felt the same way she did back then. And we started to be closer with each other and I finally had this feeling after months of what a healthy relationship must be… and then I just realized how much I like you. I'm not asking you something, just want to tell you”

When you were younger, you dated Kim Ji Hoo for two months. She was your classmate at the academy you used to go; one of the prettiest girl you have ever see at your short age, she was quit, taller than you, bigger than you, and older than you (just by a year) she treated you like a friend instead of someone younger, she always took care of you and when you held hands for the first time you knew you like Ji Hoo unnie.

Your gay crisis just last four months after searching for people who felt just like you, crying a bit and tell you mom about your feelings a lotta things did make sense and you felt lighter, but not ready to confess they way you felt just yet

One night after the academy Ji Hoo and you went for something to eat, you ended up kissing and your day one started at that moment. Your relationship just lasted five months after Ji Hoo had to occupy her time getting ready for college.

“I don't know if my feelings for you are romantic or not, Rosie, but I'm willing to find out, for me and us.”

Rose smiled big before hugging you, the little kiss on your head making you feel the happiest you've felt lately.

If you would like to buy me a coffee to be able to drink between my classes I would really appreciate it, thank you!

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imagines-by-cleo · 2 years

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I had that dream again

Erwin Smith x Fem!Reader NSFW

Warnings: SMUT, masturbation, wet dreams, desk sex, clothed sex, invasion of privacy

This is my first time writing a fanfic in forever so if you like this let me know and I might write a part 2 or start taking aot requests!

“Shit, my earring.” You exclaimed, noticing you were missing it as you pulled your hair back.

“Did you lose it at work?” Your friend asked, as the two of you walked down the street.

“Probably, I can’t go back and look for it though cause I already got sent home early.”

“Again? I thought the Commander would need you more than that after losing his arm.”

“Well I think he doesn’t like the idea of having an assistant, he likes doing everything on his own and most of the time I’m just sitting around waiting for something to do.”

“Well if I was all alone with Commander Erwin I could think of a few things to do.” Her voice took a suggestive tone while she winked at you.

You smacked her on the arm before she started laughing at you.

“It’s not like that! Besides I’m pretty sure he hates me, he barely talks to me and we’ve only made eye contact like twice.”

“Maybe it’s like you said and he just doesn’t like needing an assistant.”

“That makes sense.” you sighed. “I’m still gonna feel so embarrassed when I have to come back to work and look for my stupid earring.”

You could picture it now, his cold dismissive gaze turning from you as his low voice scoffed while you crawled around the floor of his office. Heat rose to your cheeks as the scenario played out in your head making you want to debate if your grandmothers earring was even worth it.

However you might avoid this if you went back in after hours.

Warm light from the sunset filled the office you were so glad to find empty, you quickly scanned the floor hoping Levi had not been in cleaning the room already possibly throwing it out. After nearly half an hour of digging through the couch cushions and checking every corner you were about to give up hope until finally finding it under the Commander’s desk, before you could even wonder how it got there you found something else.

A crumpled piece of paper from the journal Erwin was always writing in, normally it was just practice for writing with his left hand but this looked more like a letter or an actual journal entry. Curiosity overrode your better judgement as you unfolded the page, finding the room was too dark for you to read it you brought it under the desk lamp and switched it on.

All the color left your face as you realized the deeply personal content of the paper yet you couldn’t take your eyes off of it as it read out.

I had that dream again last night,

As always I awoke in a cold sweat, hard and leaking, practically rutting into the sheets, my left is hand barely enough to take care of it. If that wasn’t enough I have to go about my day with these images constantly flashing in my head, sometimes even making me hard in the middle of the day. I want to send my assistant out on some menial task whenever this happens just so I have some time to take care of myself but I don’t have the strength to even look her in the eyes and usually end up dismissing her for the day entirely.

I can picture now it now so vividly, she sits there on the couch in the corner of my office, legs crossed revealing more of her thigh as her skirt rides up. Her hungry eyes never leaving me, even as I try to ignore it that smouldering gaze is always there.

I get up to leave and just as my hand is on the doorknob I hear her voice.

“Commander“

The sound so smooth and sweet I can hardly believe it was addressed to me as she saunters over and puts her hands on my body.

“I wish you wouldn’t be so cold”

I turn away from her one last time before she gently touches my arm to make me to meet her eyes that were filled with such a sincere desperation.

“I only want to please you”

With that one look I knew I had lost the battle against my own desires and I did not hesitate to push her against the door and let my lips collide with hers. She gasped and moaned while I explored her body, her shirt that was tight enough to burst apart on its own sprang open when she unbuttoned it allowing me access to more of her skin. She smelled as sweet as she tasted, making me wish I could just drown in her soft breasts as I dipped my nose down between them. Her hand took mine, guiding it between her legs.

“Touch me”

I don’t know if she was never wearing panties or if my mind was too rushed to even add that detail but my fingers were greeted with pure wetness when I lifted her skirt. Soft sighs filled the air while my fingers gently traced around her slit before pushing in.

The deeper my fingers worked the more her angelic moans turned into something much dirtier, without warning she grabbed me by the belt and pulled me across the room. After hopping onto the desk she gave me a short moment to admire how she looked with her hair tossed, her lipstick smeared, her shirt hanging off her shoulders and her legs spread exposing everything for me.

“I want you”

Every inch of my body longed to give her what she was begging for and I couldn’t undo my belt fast enough. After a struggle I finally sprang free painfully erect, she sighed and shuddered at the sight letting her mouth hang open as her eyes went wide. I snaked my hand around her back to grab a fist full of her hair before absolutely devouring her mouth, she helplessly whined into my kiss as my tongue invaded her mouth. I moaned too when her hand stroked my length when I least expected, I melted into her touch while the two of us tangled together in a desperate mess.

I couldn’t wait any longer and eased her back onto the desk before sliding into her slick heat, she sang out taking the entire thing like it was hers and writhing at the feeling. I almost came from that alone but I knew i had hold back for now, it was even more difficult however when she wrapped her legs around my waist. Being gentle with her was was another challenge when she responded so sweetly to every thrust by rocking her hips back into it, I could feel my restraint slipping away and all I wanted to do was start fucking her like a ragdoll.

“Please Erwin, more, more, more”

That was all the permission I needed to start using her like a little toy, not all at once however. I slowly picked up the pace just to watch her expression as she gradually lost all sense of control, gripping onto the desk and moaning my name over and over like it was some kind of prayer. Her legs spread even wider allowing me to reach even deeper, her tight little hole got even tighter, her moans were reaching a crescendo and the sound of skin slapping against skin was overwhelming. She looked up at me, her eyes clouded with more pleasure than she could handle and she-

The doorknob across the room clicked and you realized you had been reading the scrap of paper for quite some time, before you could think of what to do or how to explain the situation the door opened and Commander Erwin himself stood in the doorway. You felt like a child caught with your hand in the cookie jar only the situation wasn’t nearly that innocent, Erwin took one look at the paper in your hand and instantly knew what it was. His expression turned dark causing even more panic to set within you.

You had no idea what kind of trouble you had gotten yourself into.

Part 2 is here!

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hops-hunny · 3 years

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Stories That Are Told

Pairing: Tarrant “Hatter” Hightopp x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: (Y/n)’s so used to being the background character in everyone’s story that she forget she can be the main character in her own.

Warnings: Slight angst but majority fluff!

A/N: I love this man with my whole being omg pls

Stumbling into Wonderland with Alice had been a wonderful thing for not only Alice, but (Y/n) as well. For Alice it was an escape from all the things she didn’t wanna do and would never wanna do. She wasn’t forced to marry some sod of a guy who’d make her miserable for the rest of her life or to be the proper lady she was expected to be, but instead she got a taste of freedom. And although it was an escape for (Y/n) as well, it was an escape of a different kind.

In the other world, with it’s dreary skies and monotonous patterns and cycles, (Y/n) lived a very humdrum life. Her family had never been as fortunate as Alice in any ways of the sorts, it was a miracle that they were friends to begin with. Alice’s father had been friends with (Y/n)’s since boyhood and because of that, he always made sure they knew they were welcome to anything of his that they wished. And while (Y/n)’s father had never taken advantage of that from the way Alice’s mother treated (Y/n) and her family, it wouldn’t be hard to think otherwise.

When Charles was still around, she hadn’t done anything out of line. The older woman always kept to herself, occasionally having an afternoon cup of tea with her own mom. However, her true colors and feelings came to light after the passing of her husband. During the next few months after her husband’s absence, the (L/n)s were there for Kingsleighs. Although they didn’t have the funds to help them monetarily (for they also didn’t need it), they offered their labor and services to the two as much as they needed. Farm work, house cleaning, garden maintenance. Anything you could think they had done. But as soon as Helen was well (as well as you could be after losing someone so dear) , she had forbid them from coming to their property. She didn’t believe her and Alice should associate with people of “such low stature” because it didn’t “align with their image”. But that had never stopped Alice.

Anywhere Alice went, (Y/n) was always there by her side right along with her. They practically went everywhere together and that hadn’t changed since they arrived in Wonderland. (Y/n) was grateful that she had chased after her friend. It was like she knew something would happen. Afterall, crazy things always happen when you put two curious girls together for more than a moment. The friends they had made since they arrived were nothing short of lovely. She knew her sister would describe them as odd characters and disturbing individuals. Telling her to stay far away from them and to not associate herself with those types. But what was wrong with being odd or even disturbing? The only things worth doing in life were a bit odd and disturbing and if that made her peculiar than so be it.

For the first time in her life, she felt as though she belonged. Sure, it wasn’t her story nor her destiny to be here as it was Alice but that did not mean she did not appreciate Wonderland for what it was. The story had never been her story, not here, and certainly not where they were from. Alice was the main chat and she was the topic that would get trickled in after.

“Everyone has a part to play, (Y/n). Even if it is not large or as set in stone, each person’s role is necessary for the story to progress, even yours. You’ll see.” the words of that tricky caterpillar replayed in her head over and over again whenever she had a moment to think. What had he meant by that? Was her story not more than to be here in support of her dearest friend and the latest edition to their friends? Was she not just a tool in the scheme of things? (Y/n) had never known people of lesser importance as herself to contribute much of anything big to a legacy as large as Alice’s!

From her end of the table, she watched as Hatter threw his hat high into the air before it landed on his head causing everyone to erupt in a jostled mess of laughter and cheering. She smiled fondly from a far. Tarrant was a kind man. No matter what was going on or where they were, he always had a way of making her feel included. That’s just who he was. He had known what it was like to feel excluded from things and the last thing he’d wanna do is be the cause of that for someone else. But it was nothing more than his nature, that’s it.

“You know, you should just tell him how you feel.” a velvety voice sounded from beside her ear causing her to jump. The (h/c) haired girl glared at the purple cat, reaching a hand to swat him away but he disappeared once more before appearing on her other side. “He watches you often, even when there is not many around to see. But I always do of course.” The Cheshire cat said in a sure tell tone. The girl scoffed at him, shoving another small pastry into her mouth.

“I’m not in the mood for one of your jokes today, cat. So if you’ve come to mock my feelings during my 2nd to last day in Wonderland, I wish you well and send you off.” she huffed out, crossing her arms across her chest, turning her gaze away from him back to Tarrant who was already looking at her. The Hatter gave her a secret wink and a smile before turning back to the March Hare who seemed rather frazzled about something. Or perhaps excited. But once again, the grinning cat appeared in front of her face once more.

“Silly girl, you ignore the plain truth in front of you? I can see why you and Alice get along so well, both of you can be quite foolish. Oh well, the story isn’t over yet after all.” and with that he was gone. What did he mean by that? The story was clearly over. Alice had done what she set out to do. The Jabberwocky had been slain, the White Queen ruled once again, and all had been made well. And what was with everyone with stories? Not everything you can do will always be a story and not every story comes to an end. She decided not to dwell much on it. This was her last night she’d ever spend in Wonderland and she’d rather like to keep it in good memory.

So when the White Queen offered her a hand to dance she took it, their dresses swaying in the wind in oppositional unison. They all danced with one another, twirling, laughing, and having a grand time. The entire time the smile never once left (Y/n)’s face which a certain hatted man enjoyed with all his being.

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“I can’t believe you’re leaving today. It seems as if it was only yesterday when you arrived.” the girl swiveled around to see the red head there, a bittersweet smile on his face. His smile grew once she turned to face him. Removing his hat, he bowed as he grabbed one of her hands placing a delicate kiss to the top of it. “I am delighted to have known a woman as graceful as you.” hot tears sprung into her eyes which she quickly got rid of before he stood up. Giggling some she hopped onto the large sit swing, motioning for him to join her.

“Don’t get sad yet, Hatter. I’ve still got a few hours left. You can’t rid of me that easily.” he joined her on the swing, a wide grin still on his face. Although it was partly real, she could tell there was some sadness lingering behind it. (Y/n) turned her gaze to the sight in front of them. From the large benched swing, you could see just about all of wonderland over the edge of the cliff. “Besides, there’s not much to miss. I’m just me.”

“And ‘just you’ is a lot! I’ll miss everything about you. The way you mimic the bird calls you hear, the way you get excited when the rock you skipped across the water goes further than you imagined,” she looked at him in shock as he continued to speak, “E-even the smaller things like how you leave the crust of your sandwich for last and give your crumbs to the ants. But I think more importantly I’ll...I’ll just miss your presence.” he said the last part softly, staring off the edge of the cliff to avoid her gaze. A million thoughts raced through her heads as he spoke. Could it really be? Could he really share the same feelings as she did? (Y/n) reached a shaky (s/c) hand to lay on top of Hatter’s pale one, intertwining their fingers.

“Hatter, I've got something to tell you. During my time here in Wonderland, I’ve enjoyed every second I’ve had with everyone. But more importantly, I’ve enjoyed my time so much with you and I believe it’s only fair to share with you that my feelings I have for you go beyond those of normal friendship. I guess you can say I’ve grown...quite mad for you.” his head whipped to face her as he stared into her eyes, tears welling within his own. He flashed her another smile except this one was genuine, filled with the love and warmth he had shown her the entirety of her time in Wonderland.

“(Y/n)! Alice sent me to fetch you. I’m afraid it’s time for the two of you to head back.”

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After a lot of shedded tears, heartfelt speeches, and goodbyes that were nothing short of wholesome, it was time for the two to head home. Alice patted (Y/n)’s shoulder before holding her arm out for her to grab. As they neared the portal, (Y/n) turned around once more to stare at her friends but when she got to Tarrant, her heart began to break. The gaze they held with one another was long until she simply couldn’t take it. Without thinking she ran up to him once more, grabbing his shoulders tightly.

“Hatter, Tarrant, I need to know how you feel. I couldn’t live with myself if I left and never knew.” he shook his head, looking away from her as he tried to stop the waterworks that were withheld behind the dam. Hot tears streamed down the delicate skin of the girl’s face. “Hatter...please.” her voice was broken as she begged.

“I believe I wasn’t honest myself either. I am completely enamored by you, my dear. I wish I had said something sooner but even though I couldn’t, I’ll always hold a special place for you in here.” he said, placing a hand over his heart. Standing on the tips of her toes, she leaned forward placing a quick peck to his cheek.

“What if it isn’t too late? What if I stayed?” she started, watching as he shook his head, “Hatter listen! You may think I’d regret if I stay but I think I would regret even more not following my heart the first time it’s ever tried to tell me something. Nothing would make me happier than staying here with you...that is if you’d allow it.” a silence fell over as everyone awaited his answer. Without another thought Hatter leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was soft and sweet. Filled with a silent promise, a silent vow to care for her as deeply as his heart will allow.

“I do not know what I did to get so lucky, but I would do it again if needed.” she felt herself grow flustered at his words. A quick peck was placed on his lips before walking over to Alice once again. The blonde had tears of her own in her eyes. She was glad her friend had found something to fight for, something to call her own. But also for the first time in many years, they would not see each other everyday as they once did. They both stared at each other before throwing themselves into each other's arms, laughing in unison as bittersweet tears fell.

“Good luck. Make sure you put your foot down. You’re Alice! You listen to no one and march to no one’s drum but your own.” Alice gave her a curt nod.

“Take care. We’ll meet again, do not doubt it.”

Although Alice’s story had seemingly come to an end, it seemed as though (Y/n)’s story was just beginning. For once she wasn’t the side character in someone’s tale, but the main character in her own.

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writingmaneskin · 3 years

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In Need of Some Extra Love || A Thomas Raggi Blurb

Pairings: Thomas Raggi x Reader

Hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

Words: 2k

Trigger warnings: eating disorder, food, body image, mental health

Warnings: This is very triggering as the reader is someone who struggles with an eating disorder and if this topic triggers you, please pass this fic. Please be kind to yourselves. 💖

A/N: This was a request. To the anon who requested it, I hope you're okay <3 Recovery is a journey and it's so so worth it.

Description: Thomas comes home after being away for some time and notices worrying signs about your mental health. He does his best to give you all the extra love you need and to find a way to help you recover.

M A S T E R L I S T

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He came home from the tour excited to spend all the time he can with you. Both of you had been on intense schedules chasing your dreams but it was time for some extra love.

Thomas stepped inside the apartment that the two of you shared, carrying a big bouquet of your favorite flowers and his suitcases in tow.

“My love?” He asked, stepping out of the shoes. The apartment looked absolutely immaculate but he couldn’t find you anywhere.

He reached for his phone, having decided to text instead of call.

“When will you be getting home, amore mio?” He asked, putting the flowers in some water.

“Probably in an hour or so.” You shot back almost immediately.

“I look forward to holding you in my arms.” He replied,a smile coming to his face the second he imagined holding you.

“I look forward to being held in your arms.x”

He pulled his suitcases to the living room area and started sorting through his luggage. You had put a lot of effort in maintaining the apartment and he was not about to waste your efforts with his chaos.

He quickly sorted the clean and laundry piles, loaded the first load of laundry in the washing machine and hopped in the shower, wanting to wash away the tiredness and to be as fresh and handsome as he could be for you.

After getting out of the shower, he put on a bit of perfume, just for that extra small detail because he knew how much you loved his perfume, and he put on soft comfy clothes and started messing around with one of his guitars.

He jumped up when he heard the door being unlocked, put away the guitar and ran (almost tripping over) to get the flowers, which he dried off and stepped towards the front door.

“Hello!” Your heart melted at the biggest cutest smile that you had ever seen him smile.

“You’re home!” You dropped the bag that you were holding and threw yourself in his arms, desperate to feel his heart beat against yours.

“I missed you.” Thomas said quietly in your ear. “I missed you so much, dolcezza.”

“I missed you too, Thommy.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek.

The two of you pulled apart for a moment and you shrugged off your jacket and took off your shoes, put away the bag that you had been carrying and put the flowers in the vase.

“When did you come in? Are you tired? How was your day?” You bombarded him with questions.

“I came in about an hour ago, I put away my things and I am okay. My day just got a lot better.” He gave another adorable smile.

“My day got a lot better too.” You stepped towards him until you finally sat down on his lap. “It feels so good that you’re here.” You kissed him gently. “It felt like you were missing from me.” Admitting that made you feel vulnerable and redness rose to your cheeks.

“I am here, my love and we could figure out a way to travel together next time too.” He promised, pulling you in for another kiss.

The rest of the evening was spent in soft kisses, playful bites and yearning touches.

You got up at one point to light some candles, the light in the living room being too harsh for your eyes.

“We should get something for dinner to celebrate.” Thomas suggested, his stomach reminding him of its presence.

“That would be nice actually, I am not in the mood to cook.” You agreed and the two of you went through the menu of your favorite restaurant, picking out a few things to get.

“I’ll get the wine.” Thom got up from the sofa while you were setting the table and lighting candles.

You put on some soft music in the background and sat down as Thom opened the wine.

He looked so soft in the dim light that the temptation to have something to remember this evening overwhelmed you and you started taking pictures of him.

He played along, posing and making cute faces but also acting natural like he would only in front of his closest people.

The bliss got interrupted when the food arrived.

You started unpacking the food and settling it down on the table when he snuck behind you and pressed a kiss to your neck, pressing his body to yours.

“We can take pictures together too, you know.” He said softly.

“I have all the pictures that I need.” You smiled all smug.

“I want pictures of you too, Y/N.” He made the cutest face after turning you to face him.

“That cute face won’t work on me.” You got on tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips before sitting down.

“Do you want to sit in my lap?” He wiggled his eyebrows which made you chuckle.

“Not tonight, meow meow man.”

“Pity, my love. My lap missed you so much.”

His flirting attempts made you laugh and he took that as a personal win since you had gotten a bit more quiet in the past hour or so.

You ate some of the food but not all of it and put away the rest as leftovers for the next day.

He woke up when he felt that you weren’t in bed. Still groggy from sleep, he became aware of the water running in the bathroom.

“Buongiorno!” He yawned, ready to step in and join you in the shower.

“Morning, amore.” You almost yelped. Waking up to him was lovely but you had gotten used to being alone in the mornings. Alone, and not very kind to yourself.

He stepped in the warmed up bathroom and started stripping, ready for a naughtier continuation of your activities from the dessert portion of the evening when you shut off the shower.

“No couple’s showering? I needed help with my hair!” He complained playfully.

You wrapped yourself quickly with the towels, uncomfortable with the idea of him seeing you this exposed in broad light.

“No, amore. I am in a rush, I have a meeting to get to but I’ll be back soon.” You pressed a kiss to his still sleepy face and rushed past him and to the closet, your heart racing to get yourself covered. Thomas had seen you naked plenty of times but lately, you had felt not so good in your skin and didn’t want to expose him to your less than kind self moments.

He didn’t get in the shower but instead went into the kitchen to make you some breakfast - avocado toast, just how you liked it and sliced tomatoes on the side. He also made a cup of coffee for you and got the to-go mug ready so you wouldn’t worry about leaving your coffee behind.

You almost rushed by the kitchen, completely ignoring the growls of your stomach.

“Amore!” He said, confused at the way you were acting.

“What?” You stood in front of the mirror and started fixing your clothes before starting on your makeup.

“I made you breakfast so you wouldn’t go on an empty stomach.” He smiled, proud of himself.

“That’s lovely, babe but I don’t have time for this.” You argued, wanting to avoid the whole food conversation. You would eat, at some point. Maybe later.

“We’ve had this conversation before, amore.” He insisted. “You are early enough, knowing you, so you have time.”

“Thom… I am not hungry.” You insisted, reaching for the coffee cup. He snagged it out of your reach.

“You need to put something in your stomach before you give yourself an ulcer.”

“You’re one to talk.” You snapped at him, catching him off guard. You two never really fought which only made you feel worse.

“I’ll see you later.” You told him, grabbing your bag and getting out the door before he could stop you.

You got to your car and started sobbing. Fuck the makeup, fuck the meeting. You didn’t expect Thom to be awake at this hour, wanting to see you off to work so early when his break had just begun.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You yelled and wiped your face, the remnants of makeup smudged everywhere.

It took a while to get down from the meltdown.

You felt awful for the way Thomas looked at you. You hurt him, you selfless prick. You cussed at yourself. He doesn’t deserve any of this bullshit.

You parked a short walk away from the meeting spot, made yourself look presentable and then bullshitted your way through the presentation.

Truthfully, you didn’t care about the meeting, about what anyone had to say because the mean voice in your head was overpowering all of them.

You drove home, a part of you hoping that he wouldn’t be there so you could avoid the awkward conversations for a little bit.

Your heart sank when you found him sitting at the kitchen table.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed, his voice full of relief, his eyes glistening with tears.

“Thom..”

“Y/N, I was so worried about you.” He cupped your face and pressed a kiss to your forehead after making sure that you’re alright. He pulled you into a tight hug which just made you start sobbing all over again.

“Thomas… hey, I don’t deserve this.” You hiccuped. “Not after being so mean to you when you made me breakfast and bothered with me on your day off.”

“Bothered with you? You are not a bother, amore. You are my partner and I want to be there for you just as you are here for me.” He pulled you towards the sofa. You wanted to run and hide, to not talk or do anything that might expose you even further.

“I noticed some things…” He started cautiously.

“Thom, we don’t need to talk about this.” You tried to stop the whole thing.

“I am worried about you.”

“Look, stress has been too much lately with everything happening at work and I just… my stomach gets nervous and I want to avoid feeling nauseous.”

“Skipping meals is not good, amore.”

“Thom..”

“Can I please help? Can you let me help you?” He pleaded.

“Thom.. You can’t fight this for me.”

“I don’t want to fight this for you, I want to fight it with you. Alongside you.” He kissed your hands. “This is not easy, I can only imagine how difficult it must be for you. But we will find a way to get you back on track. We will seek help and we will do it as a team - team Y/L/N and Raggi for the win!”

You giggled through tears at his enthusiasm. Gods, you loved him so much.

“Thom, you don’t have to..”

“I know, i know. But you are my partner and I love you, and we are together in the good and the not so good.” He kissed you gently and wiped your tears. “We will figure it out, amore and we won’t let that brain bully you into believing things that are not true.”

He stayed true to his word. It was small steps at first. The two of you cooking together, eating together. Him giving you all the patience and space that you needed and catering to your every need. The two of you found a therapist that you started meeting regularly and while the journey of recovery was not a particularly easy one, you knew that despite the struggles, recovery was possible and worth it.

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daisies-and-buttercups · 3 years

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“Love and War / Chapter II″ - Luca Changretta x reader

Summary: Waking up to an empty bed and the words that Luca left for you, you soon realise that everything is going to go down today, and you’ll soon have to pick a side.

A/N: I swear that this post took me at least three tries, tumblr kept deleting and/or messing up the formatting so I’m really hoping that this is worth it lol 💕

Words: 2.7k

Chapter I Chapter III

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The next morning you shifted in bed, stretching your arms in search of your lover’s body, but all you felt was the crumpling sheets, still warm from where his body was not too long ago. You groaned, sitting up and scanning the room, eyebrows scrunched into a tired look. If you had to guess what had happened the night before just by looking at your room you wouldn’t have had any clues. Your clothes were neatly folded by the chair and there was no other evidence that anything had indeed happened. No clothes abandoned on the floor, no man lying next to you.

You walked down the stairs almost second guessing yourself, thinking over the night's events while you prepared a cup of coffee that you so desperately craved. Taking a big sip your eyes landed on the small table by the door, only usually adorned by a small plate for your keys and some letters that you hadn’t gotten around to opening yet, now decorated by a beautiful bouquet. You never had flowers around, the item useless and expensive, not something that you could afford with your paycheque, but just with their presence they lit the room up, their delicate perfume filling your lungs. You smiled and walked up to them, lifting the small card up to read it. A simple phrase full of adoration and love, with a few words in Italian, made you blush at the love you felt, but the final sentence made your heart drop.

If today is kind with my soul, I shall meet you in your dreams tonight, mio amore.

His handwriting was smooth and elegant with each word, but the last sentence was slightly messy, revealing his feelings maybe more than he was used to. His fear. He didn’t think he’d make it back.

So today was the day.

You scurried over to the phone, picking it up and calling the Shelbys, hoping that someone, anyone, would answer, but no one did. There was no point in leaving the house, you wouldn’t know where to find them and you had no way of knowing where Luca was either. There were many places where this showdown could happen, and even if you found it, what were you going to do? You couldn’t just waltz in hoping not to get shot. Still, the mix of emotions in your chest made you dizzy. Why didn’t he say anything? You dreaded the images that flashed before your eyes, first that of Tommy’s lifeless body, still clutching his gun, then that of Luca, tumbling as a bullet hit him square in the chest. Tears fell as you pictured those scenarios, but knew that that was all they were. They weren’t real. But even knowing that, you couldn’t stop pacing around the room, counting the minutes and going over the events of the past few weeks. You didn��t know how to feel about this whole ordeal. You never forgot how Tommy and his family welcomed you when you had been left with nothing, giving you a job, food, inviting you over for drinks and celebrations, but as much as you dreamed of it, you’d never be part of them. You fit in, but not fully. You weren’t part of their circle, but you were part of their “clean” life. Tommy made sure to to leave you out of the dirty deeds, even if you gathered what happened behind closed doors, and by doing so he shut you out of the only part of their life that would make you fully fit in with them. Then Luca arrived, and the calls, on the phone that Thomas brought just for you, since you couldn’t afford one in any other way, started becoming less frequent, with less news. No more talking about the business, no more working by their side, no more gossiping with Ada or Polly on Saturday evenings. You still got your salary, somehow left by your door with nothing else attached to it, not even a note, but that didn’t change the stark difference in your routine. You barely felt like family, or whatever you had ended up being, anymore. You felt even more left out now. So when Luca came around and actually listened to you, and talked to you, and shared his interests while asking about yours, you felt appreciated, loved. You had found somewhere where you fitted. And now here you stood, weary of whose death you’d have to cry at the end of the day.

It took hours for the phone to ring with news, which made you jump into alertness, rushing over to answer. “Where is he?” You stayed quiet for a moment, fully expecting to hear Polly’s or Ada’s voice, not Tommy’s. He was alive, and clearly Polly had told him about your meeting with the Italian. “Where is-” “Where is he?” he raised his voice in unison to the loud sound you heard not far from him, probably his fist banging against the table. So they still were both alive. You let a breath out that you were unaware you had been holding, gripping your clothes tightly, adrenaline running in your veins from the news. He didn’t usually raise his voice, so his anger was evident, yet you weren’t sure if it was directed at you or at Luca. He clearly had gotten away, and the thought of that was enough to lift that weight off your chest. “I don’t know, Thomas.” “You knew last night, though, didn’t you? When he was in your bed? Bet it felt good, eh, fucking the enemy?” You didn’t answer, your face blushing in shame and anger. He had no right to spy into your personal life. You knew that in his books you were on the wrong side of the war they were fighting, but his words were harsh, cutting through you without any of the warmth they once held. “Don’t defend a fucking wop. Tell me.” “I don’t know where he is. But this has to end, Thomas, this war you’re-” “Why don’t you tell that to your friend?” He pronounced the last word with sarcasm and hatred, but what hurt him was the betrayal he felt when you made it clear that you cared about him. “I already did. I told him I support neither of your ways. Just stop, someone’s gonna get hurt.“ “And it would be a shame if you got caught in the crossfire.” he spat out, the silence ringing in your ears as if his threat were a slap. “Goodnight, Thomas.” You replied, slamming the phone down, not even sure if he was still there to hear you but not willing to argue anymore. You didn’t stop walking around the halls, hoping that someone else would tell you more about what actually went down, still in the dark, but no one did.

That night you laid in bed, thinking over everything that had happened, or at least what you knew. The fairytale routine you had fallen in with Luca, the fancy restaurants, chivalrous words and tender kisses were taken away from you so soon after they started, leaving you desperate for what you had started growing so used to. Had it not been for the vendetta, he’d probably be here next to you right now, drawing circles on your shoulders with his fingertips, kissing you softly. But he wasn’t here, and all you knew was that he must’ve been alive somehow, since Tommy had no idea as to where he could’ve been. Standing up you took a few steps towards the small balcony, desperate for some fresh air. There was barely enough space to stand on it so you leaned on the window frame, spotting someone moving away just as you glanced down towards the back street. Had you been in a less emotional state you’d have never chased after them, but right now all you wanted were answers. You turned the corner, losing your balance as you slammed into someone, but their hands held you up, pulling you against them. “You shouldn’t have come out here, principessa. You never know who might linger in the dark.” With your mouth agape you stood still for a moment, realising who was standing in front of you and finally wrapping your arms around him, colliding with his chest once more. He let out a low chuckle, melting into your embrace and holding you, feeling your heartbeat calm him down, a natural remedy that only you could provide. Your tears fell freely, wetting his coat while you shivered against him. “Well, lucky me then.” you joked, breathing in his scent, the notes of sandalwood surrounding you. “What happened?” “Nothing. The police got in the way.” he shrugged lightly, his hands still around your waist, pulling you against him. “Thomas was looking for you. He called me.” he nodded, looking around the street for any signs of someone spying on them, but no one was around at this time, but he didn’t care either way. “I’m leaving for Camden Town. I won’t be back for a few days, so you won’t see me for a bit.” “And what are you going to do in Camden Town?” You asked, although you already knew the answer. He wouldn’t stop, and there was only one man in London that had a strong connection to Tommy, and not always a good one. You had never met Alfie Solomons, but you knew enough about him to know where this was going. “Not important. I came to get a goodbye kiss.” his eyes crinkled as he smiled, lifting your chin with his fingers and finding his mouth, kissing you with an initial softness, growing into a hunger that he couldn’t afford right now. He groaned, breaking the kiss, resting his forehead to yours. “What are you planning, Luca?” “Goodnight, dear.” “It’s not gonna end well.” “Goodnight, dear.” He repeated, kissing your forehead and lingering for a moment more, before urging you to walk back home, waiting until you were out of sight to slip away, walking towards the car that would take him to London.

You spent days waiting for something, but there was nothing. No calls, no letters, no news. You picked a few books off your bookshelf, books you had never had the time to read, and scanned the pages, not managing to focus on more than a few pages. It was that dark feeling in your chest that you couldn’t ignore, and the lack of news only made it worse, feeding your mind with the most horrible scenarios. It felt like a blessing, if only for a short moment, when a call arrived shortly after dinner. You were resting your head on the sofa, singing along to some old songs while you stared at your hands, the concept of time slowly slipping away, when you received the news, making you sit up in disbelief. Polly had been brief, delivering the news and nothing more, leaving you clutching your telephone and staring into thin air for what felt like hours. She hadn’t said anything more, leaving you with the feelings that surrounded you. Sadness, rage, hopelessness… everything was bubbling in your chest, a feeling of guilt coating everything, making you feel like you were somehow at fault here, like you hadn’t prevented this. You paced around for most of the night, only pausing your wondering when the realisation hit you again, big tears slipping past your eyes as you recalled the memories of the times shared, stopping your incessant actions at the faint knock at the door early in the morning. “I saw your light on.” he looked behind you, his lips twitching up for a short moment, only to fall back into a stoic look when he met your gaze, clearly seeing the tears that you tried to wipe away before opening the door, your eyes red with sadness and rage. “Tell me you didn’t.” It was a whisper, one that made his heart break. It wasn’t just your expression, nor the redness under your eyes, but your moving away from the door, as if you feared him. “Alfie Solomons-” he started, willing to offer an explanation for his deeds. “I don’t care about Alfie! I asked you to stop this after the vendetta happened!” you shouted, getting closer just to throw punches at his chest, yet no matter your anger you were nothing but gentle, barely making him flinch. “He didn’t stop either.” “Because he’s stubborn. He’s-” “I am too. He killed my men. Just ‘cause you were closer to Arthur doesn’t mean that the death of my men means nothing.” “I don’t want to be part of this anymore.” you announced, slipping from his grasp and moving away, putting as much distance between the two of you as you could. “You never were a part of this.” “Maybe not, but with how things are going I’m going to end up as collateral damage.” “You know I’d never let anything happen to you. Even if you stood by him, I wouldn’t-” You turned and walked up the stairs, ignoring his words and grabbing your traveling bag from the wardrobe as he made his way up, scoffing but following you into the bedroom nonetherless. You picked your clothes and folded them quickly, placing them in the bag and throwing a couple other belongings in. “What are you doing?” He asked, sitting on your bed and stopping your movements by holding your hips, his touch delicate, in harsh contrast with his look. He always felt so… different around you. Delicate, careful, loving. Little things, like the way he remembered what wine you liked, or some of your little quirks, or the softness of his touches when he was near you. After the night where you both fell into your bed, he’d become more open with showing his affection, but before that he never really shied away from it either. His hand gently cradling the small of your back when guiding you into a restaurant, or the brush of his fingers against your cheek when a stray hair got away from behind your ear. “I’m ending it tomorrow.” He announced, avoiding your gaze. “What?” You turned to face him, not fully understanding his plan of attack. “I called a meeting with Thomas.” “To apologise?” “To make a deal.” He corrected you. “But it might not work. So…” He took one of his rings off, holding your hand and placing it in your palm, closing it around it. “To remember me by. Or not. Maybe it’s better to forget me, after all.” He brought your hand to your lips, as if to seal a deal, smiling. “I won’t have to remember you. You’re not going.” Your hand on his arm was supposed to stop him, or slow him down at least, but he just smiled at you as you would with a child that doesn’t fully understand the state the world is in. “I have to finish what I started.” “Luca, don’t.” you tried to give it back, but he shook his head, moving away from you and down the stairs. “Arthur didn’t deserve it.” “He’s the one that pulled the trigger.” You didn’t speak, not knowing what to add. You knew he was referring to the death of his father, but what Arthur had done was almost out of mercy. Tommy wouldn’t have stopped, so he intervened. There were many mistakes he had made in his life, but dying because of an act of mercy wasn’t what he deserved. “Ti amo, bedda mia.” And with a final look he left, not waiting for an answer, exhaling when the door closed behind him. He saw the way you looked at him, the tears that escaped your eyes, feeling betrayed by his actions, but he did what he had to do. “Luca, we’re not finished talking.” Your words had no effect on the man, just like you knew they wouldn’t, but you couldn’t stop yourself from speaking them. It wasn’t only grief that was holding you back now, but fear. For a moment you saw the man just as he had been painted since the beginning: a gangster, a killer, nothing more but a heartless man. You fell back against the wall, clinging on to the ring he had gifted you, the only thing that felt certain right now. You watched as he stepped out, closing the door behind him ever so gently, to avoid making noise, and wondered what hid behind those eyes. How much could you risk for him?

He could feel you looking at him as he made his way out, knowing just how disappointed you were, but he wouldn’t back down. He knew what was going to go down tomorrow, what he’d say, how he'd move, and he’d do anything to have you by his side.

After all, all is fair in love and war.

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kassandras-one-braincell · 3 years

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Eivor x Fem!Reader - Ink Me Up

Oh, what to do when the Norwegian woman tattooing your thigh is insanely attractive, clearly gay, with a criminally good bedside manner?

Warning: about tattooing and obviously needles.

Word count: 4363

Can be found on AO3 here.

Heavily inspired by this post here. The tattoo itself is purely self-indulgent. Eivor is stupidly attractive and it's not fair. (Y/N) replacer safe.

After months of saving and deliberation, the time had come. For the longest time you had dreamed of getting something big, bold and beautiful permanently inked into your skin. Something meaningful. And you wanted someone talented to tattoo it.

Thus, you found yourself scouring the web for reputable tattoo shops, hours upon hours poured into searching artists’ portfolios, hoping that someone was skilled enough at black-and-grey realism within a relatively close radius. If you were going to pay a hefty sum for a tattoo, you wanted it to be perfect. Your desktop was flooded with reference images of sword lilies – the subject of your desired ink – and about a dozen different parlours, tabs whittling down one by one during your search.

The final tab was the website for a slightly pricier shop, but one of the artist’s Instagrams utterly captivated you. Their artwork was extraordinary, the details in their pieces stunning and intricate; you decided investing a little extra cash would be worth it. Eivor Varinsdóttir, handle @wolfkissed_ink. Grinning, you emailed the artist, requesting a consultation.

You explained to the artist during that consultation that you wanted a composition of black-and-grey realistic gladioli on your left thigh. Sword lilies represented strength, after all, and you wanted to commemorate overcoming a difficult part of your life with something gorgeous and symbolic. That and, well, flowers were pretty. Within the week they had responded with a sketch that was beyond what you could have possibly thought up yourself: two stunning, bloomed sprigs of the flower with petals floating either side, lifelike as a monochrome photograph. Smiling ear-to-ear, you booked up your first appointment.

Unbridled excitement led to the time before your appointment soaring by, with you opening up the file of the sketch almost every day. Bringing us to the present: you stood anxiously outside the parlour door, 12:50pm, ten minutes before your scheduled appointment. Sucking in a shaky breath, nerves both good and bad, you stepped inside.

The tattoo shop was sleek, modern and decked wall-to-wall with flash sheets, the small designs varying in style, colour and detail. Everything was spotless, as one would expect, with shining awards dotted about. Just seeing the various trophies did well to quell some of your anxieties, knowing you were in good hands, that you’d end up with a lovely piece on your thigh. A stout man covered neck to foot in swirling Japanese designs manned the front desk, smiling warmly at you, obliterating any stigmas you had heard from older relatives about tattoo culture.

Biting your lip, you made your way to the desk, mustering a nervous smile. As thrilled as you were about getting the tattoo, the whole pain aspect was still rather daunting. “Hey, one o’clock appointment for (Y/N) (L/N)?” You fidgeted with the hem of your shorts while the gentleman checked his desktop.

“With Eivor, right?” he verified. You nodded.

“Sorry I’m a little early—”

“No, not at all! Rather you be early than late,” he chuckled, clearly sensing your worries. His eyes flickered across a clipboard. “She’s not with a client at the moment, so I’ll send you through now, if that’s alright.”

“Sounds good, thank you,” you bade, pulse quickening. Come on, you’ve wanted this for so long, you can’t pussy out now.

The guy asked you to wait by the desk as he ventured down a long corridor, the black paint giving off an ominous vibe that did nothing for your nerves. A few seconds later, he returned, cocking his head for you to follow. Your knuckles were white from gripping the strap of your purse so tightly.

He led you to the room at the end of the hall, holding the glossy black door open for you. “Go easy on her, Eivor, it’s clearly her first,” he called out, flashing you a wink, before letting the door close behind you.

Holy shit.

She was hot.

Eivor was nothing short of a modern day viking. Tall, rippling with muscle, late twenties to early thirties, blond hair strewn into an unruly braid with a strip on the right shaved clean to the flesh, revealing a fucking skull tattoo of a bird…a raven? Her face was stupidly handsome, eyes blue and icy but warm with greeting, a long and gnarly scar cutting into the flesh of her left cheek with a smaller nick protruding from her upper lip. Hell, the nape of her neck was marred with an even more vicious looking scar. She wore a tight black t-shirt that strained around her deliciously grizzled arms, which were adorned with Norse-looking runes and text curving into circles, ink that carried on to her hands and neck. The smile she offered you made you weak in the knees.

“(Y/N), right? I’m Eivor, a pleasure to meet you,” she greeted, voice deep and gravelly, decorated with a rasp that to you sounded like butter. Fuck me, she’s a tall, tall glass of water.

You shook her hand when she extended it to you, marvelling at the patterns and blacked-out bands on her long, thick fingers. Her nails were cut extremely short, confirming the strong lesbian vibe she gave off. “Likewise,” you squeaked, cursing yourself for acting like some bloody schoolgirl.

She sauntered over to her setup, weight carried in her shoulders, consolidating her already intimidatingly attractive butch energy, sanitised her hands and pulled on a clean pair of gloves. “Come on over,” she said, grabbing a disposable razor from a box. “I’ll just need to make sure the area is shaven, if that’s alright.”

“Of course,” you replied, joining her by the leather chair, covered by a sheet of cellophane. It was a relief to see all the hygiene precautions taken in the shop. Eivor picked up a disinfectant wipe.

“Left thigh, if I remember correctly?”

“Mhm, yeah.”

She dropped to one knee – wasn’t that a fucking sight – and wiped down the expanse of your thigh before gliding the razor over the flesh.

Hesitantly, you asked her what the general procedure was, desperately trying to divert your thoughts from the sapphic spiral they were travelling down.

“Alright, after I’ve finished here I’ll apply the stencil. You’ll get to check if you like the placement, and if you don’t I’ll keep going until you’re happy with it. It’s a big piece, so we’ll have to split this up into two sessions, as we discussed alongside payment.” She brushed away the loose hairs and peach fuzz. “I’ll do the linework this session, and the shading next time.” With one final pass of the razor she pulled back, tossing it into a bin.

Eivor then picked up a sheet of thin paper with the sketch printed on it. She plucked a purple pen from her table. “Give me a few minutes to trace the stencil, then we’ll apply it and see how you like it.” You nodded, trying to focus on your breathing.

While she traced over each line of the sketch, she kindly attempted to soothe your fears with small talk. “I’ll admit, I’ve never heard of a ‘gladiolus’ before our consultation. Any reason why you chose it?”

You smiled. “They represent strength. I finally got through a rough spell and wanted something to celebrate with,” you explained, heart skipping a beat at the soft expression on the artist’s face.

“All the more reason to get this perfect then,” she said with a grin. The way the scar on her upper lip quirked was positively adorable. A couple minutes passed and she re-capped the pen. “Stand up straight for me, darling.” Oh.

Cheeks burning with bashfulness, you complied. Eivor took a second to angle the stencil before smoothing it over your thigh, leaving a purple outline once she removed the paper. “Just have a look in that mirror over there and tell me if you’re happy, okay?”

You walked over to the mirror and stared at your thigh. The tattoo was large – which you expected, with the amount of detail in it – and perfectly central, the loose petals appearing to float down the length of your thigh. “Perfect,” you breathed out, giving the woman a thumbs-up.

Eivor switched over her gloves and gestured for you to take a seat on the chair. “Get comfy, then. Do you have water?” Nodding, you took out your water bottle from your handbag. “Brilliant. Still want to do this?”

“Hell yeah.” Weirdly, the nerves about the pain (not about the sexy artist) had almost wholly subsided, leaving you brimming with anticipation.

She poured some jet black ink into small caps, no larger than the tip of your thumb. “Remember to breathe through it and hold still, yeah? You picked a smart place for your first tattoo, not too close to the bone.”

“I’ll try.” Eivor opened a sealed packet containing a new, sterilised needle, inserting it into her tattoo machine. She switched it on, the buzz of the machine’s piston filling the room with a gentle hum. Looking up at you, she cocked her brow – if only your gay thoughts could bugger off for two minutes – as if to ask, ready? Affirmatively, you beamed at her.

Dipping the needle into the ink, she pulled the skin of your thigh taut. Immediately, you noted the warmth of her hand on your leg, fighting off a shudder. Then came a mildly painful scratching sensation as she brought the machine to your thigh.

Honestly? It wasn’t bad. Irritating, like an itchy eye, but not drastically unpleasant. You followed Eivor’s advice, keeping your breathing steady, averting your attention to the artwork on the walls, some of which you had seen on her Instagram portfolio. Portraits, flowers, animals, realistic-looking jewellery…the woman had mastered black-and-grey. You knew you picked the right artist. The frown of concentration on her face spoke volumes about her dedication to the art, steeled and intently focused on the lines she was pulling.

When she wiped the area and reached for more ink, she glanced up at your face. “All good?” she asked.

“Yeah, no issues here.”

“Wonderful.” She set back to work, positioning her needle over the flower’s curved stem, dragging it downwards in a slow arc. “Your skin takes ink like butter, by the way.”

“Oh, that’s good,” you breathed out. Her hand suddenly felt a little warmer. Tell me this woman does audiobooks, you thought.

After a few more lines, you tried to pepper in some small talk without breaking her concentration. Fortunately, her bedside manner was immaculate, and she entertained your questions without any grudges.

“Your voice is really soothing. Where abouts are you from?”

“Oh, thank you. I’m from Norway, moved here a few years back.” She grinned at the compliment. “It’s funny, people usually say the opposite about my voice.” You wondered if they were deaf.

“It’s a nice rasp,” you chuckled. Buzzing stopped, more ink.

“I was bitten by a wolf when I was nine,” she explained. Buzzing recommenced, scratching returned. “My larynx never properly healed from it, so I’ve sounded like some chain-smoker since before I hit double-digits, despite never touching a cigarette in my life.”

“You don’t sound like a chain-smoker, though. I mean it.”

Her grin widened. “That actually means a lot.”

An hour passed by, most of it spent in comfortable silence, with Eivor checking in on you occasionally to see how you were coping. Certain patches of nerves stung a little more than others, but none of it was unbearable. That was until her machine passed over a particularly rough area. It fucking killed, the burn of the needle seemingly deeper than anywhere else, the sting infinitely more intense than before. You hissed, gritting your teeth together.

“Ow,” you winced, clutching onto your water bottle in an attempt to relieve the pain, to no avail.

Eivor continued pulling her line, her rasp coming out in a low mantra. “Just breathe through it, nice and slow…” You tried to follow, attempting in vain to relax your shoulders. “Keep holding still for me…” Your breaths came shallow but steadily so, the stinging slowly becoming more endurable. The machine reached the end of the line. “Good girl,” she muttered, blissfully of absent mind.

Good girl.

Oh fuck.

Just when your clearly gay tattoo artist couldn’t get any hotter, she comes out with some hot-girl bullshit like that. And fuck, you didn’t think you had a praise kink before, but now this certainly awakened something. Why, why did it have to sound so good in her husky voice? No, you were absolutely not going to fantasise about your artist, not when her hands were on your skin, on your thigh of all fucking places. God, this stupidly attractive Norwegian butch was making you uncomfortably hot.

When she finally pulled away, sweet bloody reprieve, you took a sip of your water. “That wasn’t fun,” you remarked.

“Took it like a champion, though,” she beamed proudly, clearly unaware of the affect her words had just had on you. “Need a break?”

“Just a minute or two, thank you,” you sighed with relief. Eivor wiped you down and analysed her work.

“We’re just over halfway there,” she commented. Only halfway? Fuck. You allowed your eyes to wander over the black lines, all perfectly smooth from practiced precision. Yeah, this woman was talented.

“I mean, that killed, and that was my thigh…” you trailed off, making her laugh. “What was the most painful tattoo you’ve gotten?”

Eivor answered without hesitation. “My head, without a doubt. Packing solid black into that thing was agony. My fingers killed, too, but all completely worth it.” You couldn’t help but agree with that last part. Her hands looked extremely good, both with and without those gloves.

“I’m guessing places with more nerve endings and by the bone are the worst, then?”

“Definitely. The palm of the hand is the most sensitive, and it’s tough to get right. Ink bleeds, skin bleeds…and if you don’t do it well it’ll just fade. All that pain for nought.”

You gulped down some more water. Ouch. “Duly noted.”

After ninety odd more minutes, Eivor switched off her machine for good, the linework finished and utterly flawless. “All done for this session,” she announced, changing gloves once more to clean and wrap the area. There was minimal irritation around each line, and the wipe felt wonderfully cool against the reddening flesh.

Once she finished placing various equipment in a tub labelled ‘autoclave’, she escorted you to the front desk. You paid half the decided fee of the tattoo and booked your second session for three weeks’ time. Eivor gave you an aftercare kit, explaining in detail how to keep the tattoo clean, how to prevent infection, and to avoid direct exposure to sunlight as much as you could. Eagerly, you listened, trying to drink in as much of her voice as possible before departing.

“I’ll see you in three weeks, then. Take care, (Y/N),” she grinned. From the moment you stepped out of the shop, you knew that grin would be engraved into your mind for the weeks to come.

The second appointment couldn’t have come quickly enough.

You spent an embarrassing quantity of time thinking about your dreamy tattoo artist, right up until the day you walked back into the shop, this time free of any concerns pertaining to the tattoo. The gentleman from before recognised you and asked how the tattoo was holding up, if you’d had any issues keeping it clean, to which you replied all was good. Only this time, Eivor came to greet you by the front desk.

“How’s it going?” she asked, welcoming as before.

“Really good. I just hope I’ve been doing everything right,” you chuckled, anxiously glancing down at your thigh. The redness had completely disappeared a few days after your first appointment, the black ink proudly meandering over your skin.

Eivor smiled reassuringly. “Trust me, you’d know if you haven’t. From here it looks like you’ve done a fantastic job of keeping it clean, anyway.” You followed her to her studio, mentally noting how she was wearing an even tighter black t-shirt than last time, the fabric clinging to the defined contours of her muscled back, biceps, abs… Needless to say, the gay thoughts had returned at full-force.

As before, she shaved and disinfected your thigh, but instead of a stencil she had the full greyscale reference images for the design printed and taped to a metal beam above her table. She took careful time in diluting various caps of black ink into a plethora of greys, experience shining through as she added precise amounts of diluter to each cap. There was something addictive about watching the woman work, with how methodical she was, how delicately she handled the bottles of ink.

When she unpacked a needle, you noted the shape was different to before. “Now, some parts are gonna be only a little rougher than before. Others will suck, I’ll warn you now,” she mentioned as you positioned yourself on the chair.

“Mama didn’t raise a bitch,” you joked. Eivor laughed.

“You handled it like a trooper before. I have zero doubts you’ll do the same today.”

And so she began, making multiple passes with the machine unlike before, packing in the different shades of grey in front of her, scratching into the already broken skin. It wasn’t massively painful, but Eivor was right – last time was a breeze in comparison. You rested your eyes and bore the pain, focusing on the faint music playing from the shop’s reception.

As previously, she was ever considerate, checking up on you as she worked – albeit not as frequently, now that you were accustomed to the needles – and encouraging you through the nastier patches. You tried your hardest to not look at your thigh, wanting the final result to be a surprise, but over time it grew increasingly difficult not to sneak a glance at her hands. Merely the thought of them flustered you (pathetic, you knew) and nothing would be more embarrassing than drifting off into a less than appropriate fantasy about the woman when she was simply being professional.

Time blurred together amongst your inner dilemma – to look or not to look – until Eivor’s signature rasp caught your attention. “Time for your least favourite part,” she said, giving you a knowing look, positioning her needle in one of the petals over the area that hurt like a bitch previously.

“Oh god, I forgot about that area.”

“Just own the pain and keep still, alright?”

“I’ll try.”

Eivor smirked: a wicked thing that could have killed every sapphic in a mile radius. “Squirm and I’ll pin you down. I’ve had to do it before, and I’ll do it again.”

That, under different circumstances, would be an appealing notion.

Closing your eyes once more, you tried to decipher the song lyrics resonating through the shop’s hall, grimacing when the needle penetrated the skin. Just focus on Rihanna, focus on Rihanna…

“That’s…not so bad, actually,” you mutter, not entirely self-assured of the words leaving your lips, hoping some placebo affect would take place.

Eivor chuckled, dipping into another shade. “You sound convincing,” she drawled.

“I’m – ow – serious… Okay fuck, that’s way worse.”

“Shh, it’ll be over soon. Find something to focus on.”

So you did, on what happened to be the first thing in your immediate line of sight when you re-opened your eyes: Eivor’s bicep. God, her shirt strained around the muscle, black fabric against tanned skin and the deep green runes littering her arm. Perhaps the ink had something to do with her ancestry, given that the woman said she was Norwegian – that or she was just a mythology nerd. Your eyes trailed over the spirals of script, the perfectly concentric circles. Mind wandering, the idea that she may have tattoos on her back and front piqued your interest. Then came the delightful image of Eivor without a shirt. Pinning you down. Fuck.

Before long the pain subsided, leaving a dull ache where the needle had worked at your skin. “All done, darling,” Eivor murmured, wiping the patch. Darling. You knew it was simply her bedside manner, trying to keep you as relaxed as possible, but damn was it having the polar opposite effect. Cheeks feeling impossibly hot, you unscrewed the cap of your bottle and took a sizeable gulp of water. She gave you a moment to breathe, now that the most difficult part was out of the way. Still flustered, you drained half your bottle.

Concern plastered on her face, Eivor leaned closer, inspecting your face intently. “Are you feeling faint?” she asked, evidently worried. “It’s important you tell me if you are—”

“No, no, I’m fine, really.” You were stuttering, annoyed with yourself that you made her worry. “Just being weird. I promise.”

“You do?” Her eyebrows were still upturned, not entirely believing you.

You nodded frantically. “Yeah, really. Please don’t worry.”

Taking a slow breath, she restarted the machine, relief flashing across her features. She gestured for permission to continue tattooing, which you granted, and set back to work.

Cursing internally, you let your eyes flutter shut, thoughts full of nothing but ‘good girls’ and ‘darlings’ in a husky Norwegian accent. Numbing yourself to the needles, you drifted off into slumber.

“Hey, (Y/N)?”

A gentle pressure squeezed at your hand, slowly stirring you, bringing you back to the world of the living. Yawning, you opened your eyes, gaze brought to a gloved hand atop your own.

“Good evening,” Eivor said, retracting her hand and watching as you gasped and scanned the studio for a clock in a panic. Evening?

“Kidding,” she laughed. “I finished up ten minutes ago.” You shot her a half-hearted glare through sleepy eyelids.

“That was mean,” you pouted. She grinned.

“I do stab people for a living.”

Snorting, you swung your legs over the side of the chair, stretching them to regain a semblance of sensation. Chest pounding with excitement, you looked to the mirror at the side of the room, then at Eivor, silently asking permission to peak at the finished tattoo. She held out her hand in gesticulation.

Giddy with anticipation, you walked over and… Holy shit.

It was beautiful.

Each shade of grey blended into one another in a perfect harmony, so seamlessly that the black outline from before was barely visible. The shadows underneath each leaf, each petal looked real. Every speckle and wrinkle on the petals shone through, love and attention going into every marking. The falling petals were akin to a photograph, with the light grey background wash tying them to the main flowers, each little shadow appearing to give them different depths. It was beyond anything you imagined. All that pain, mental and physical, turned into a lifetime of beauty.

You didn’t realise you were crying until the salt of tears rolled into your awe-parted mouth.

“I’m, well… Wow.” Beaming, you turned to face your artist, who looked at her artwork with pride. “Thank you, Eivor. Thank you so much.”

She shook her head and offered you a box of tissues, from which you took one gladly. “I’m just honoured to have helped you lay that chapter of your life to rest. May the sword-lilies battle any shreds of it that remain.”

Stunned by her poetic inclination, you dried your eyes in silence, lips curved into a joyous smile. Meanwhile, she removed her gloves.

“You have tissues at the ready. I’m guessing people cry a lot here?” you asked, finally prying your eyes away from the masterpiece on your thigh.

“Mostly from the pain,” she remarked.

“You know, you could just lie to me so I don’t feel like such a fucking sap.”

The sound that left Eivor’s mouth in response was nothing if not angelic. She practically howled in hearty laughter, echoing through her studio, her eyes crinkling at the corners. You didn’t think it possible for your grin to widen further still, but her outburst was contagious in the best way.

“I’m glad you’re happy with it. Truly,” she breathed out, chest stilling from her fit.

“It’s beautiful. Happy is an understatement.”

Eivor made her way over to the desk in the corner of the studio, where a graphics tablet lay alongside a stylus. “Now, before I dress it, I’m legally required to ask you if I have permission to photograph the tattoo for advertisement purposes. I appreciate it’s a personal subject matter and completely understand if—”

“Go for it,” you shrugged.

“Are you certain?” You nodded.

“Of course. It’s a work of art.” The smile she gave you was genuine.

“This’ll only take a minute. Thank you, really.”

She knelt down and snapped a picture with the tablet, checking the quality. “All done.” Eivor then proceeded to sanitise her hands and slip on one last pair of gloves, grabbing the wipes and plastic wrap from her station. “The photo will be uploaded to the shop’s website and my professional Instagram, if that’s alright with you. Completely anonymous, of course.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Although, it’ll be weird seeing my leg on my feed.” She chuckled.

“Feel free to email or DM if you have any concerns with the healing.” Patting your leg, she stood up to her full height, placing her gloves in a biohazard ziplock. “Well, I’m honoured to have given you your first tattoo.”

“Honoured to be your…canvas?”

And just like that, your time with the artist was up. You watched wistfully as she put together an aftercare pack at the front desk, your previously overjoyed expression drifting into a sad one. After paying, you thanked her one final time.

“Take care, søta,” she said with a wink.

The very moment you arrived back home, you whipped out a Norwegian-to-English translator and immediately tried to replicate her pronunciation of the word she called you, blushing profusely when discovering it meant ‘cutie’. And upon opening your cleaning pack, you found an addition that wasn’t present in your previous bundle:

A small slip of paper. On one side, a mobile number. On the other, in beautifully neat cursive,

I’d love to take you to dinner. Text me if you’re interested?

Yours, Eivor

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Speak Easy Part 5

Bakugo x Reader, Dabi x Reader

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Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by “heroes” Now that she’s out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together?

Words with ‘this’ is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.

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It had been a few days since Bakugo had visited. Dabi was so torn between wanting to punish you for being a brat and praising you for finally walking. On one hand it was a law that you worked out every day. It was in writing and you had tried to tell him you weren’t going to do it.

Part of him knew he was only so worked up over it because it had happened in front of Bakugo. If it had happened any other day, he would have given you a quick spank and just thrown your ass in the pool anyways.

The look on your face had made it worth it though. To see that tenacious side of you, the one that looked like it was ready for a fight… Yeah, he could get used to seeing that look.

Then there was the aftercare of your little outburst. You had let him hold you all night. He didn’t know if that was intentional or if you had only reached for him in sleep out of instinct. He remembered how you had reached for Bakugo and it gave him a headache. For now, he chose to not make a big deal about it.

It had been a long day and you were ready to pass out. Dabi had taken the training wheels off and was starting to make you walk more and more on your own without his help. He was always quick to laugh when you fell on your ass with a taunt of, “You look like Shoto when he was a toddler. Don’t worry I didn’t help him either.” The only time he did help you, was to help you into the high barstool at the kitchen island. Making more jokes about you needing help getting into your highchair and asking if you needed him to feed you too.

You didn’t know if it was the fatigue or the teasing, but something had you in a foul mood. You flipped him off, ~I hate you~.

Dabi’s eyes softened in an almost annoyingly affectionate way, “No you don’t.” He handed you the bowl of ice cream you had begged for. “Good work today. I gave you an extra scoop.” He winked, took out his own spoon, and quickly stole a bite.

Your mouth hung open at his audacity. ~No! Wrong! Hate!~

He laughed loudly, “I said I gave you an extra scoop! You’re not gonna miss one bite!” He reached his spoon back out, “Just for that I’m gonna take another.”

You smacked his hand away and furrowed your eyebrows at him, ~Mine.~

He feigned shock, “I’m sorry… did you just… hit me?”

You stuck your tongue out at him and shoveled a huge bite of ice cream into your mouth. It was way too much and if you weren’t so intent on being a brat you would have laughed. Dabi however was in no laughing mood as he saw the melted ice cream dripping down your chin.

He reached out squished your cheeks together with one hand. He hovered over you, enjoying the height difference and absolutely losing it over the look of pure innocence in your eyes as the ice cream continued to slip past your lips. He leaned closer to you and whispered in a husky voice, “You’re making a mess… Now. Swallow.”

Your eyes connected with his and you obediently swallowed what was left of the ice cream. He swiped a thumb across your bottom lip to collect what was left before sucking into his mouth all the while keeping his eyes focused on yours.

You swear he was leaning in even closer when the loud clanging of your spoon hitting the table broke you apart.

He cleared his throat and pushed himself away from you. You had to focus really hard on not pouting. Why were you disappointed? Had you wanted him to kiss you? Or were you just horny again? This was a question you had been faced with a lot in your adult life, because as much as you hate to admit it… your quirk does make you a total horn dog. It’s been what? YEARS since you had good and proper sex.

You shuddered as you remembered back to the lab. You had sex there a few times… but… you couldn’t really say if it was any good on the account that you don’t remember most of it. What you did remember, you wish you didn’t. They hadn’t called it sex… they called it ‘research’, and boy where they a fan of their research.

Dabi lifted your chin to force you to look at him, “Hey where did you go just now?” He saw the tears pooling in your eyes and he felt a spike of panic at the thought the he was the cause of them. “Hey… hey I’m sorry. I take things too far sometimes.” He went to lower his hand but your gripped it and brought it back to your face. Needing his presence to anchor you to the present before you spiraled into memories of the past.

“Take a deep breath for me, okay. I need you to take a deep breath then I need you to hold it until I say so. Can you do that?” You hadn’t even realized your breathing had started to tighten until he said something. You nodded slowly as you tried to remember back to your hero training. You took a deep breath in through your nose. “Good girl. Now hold it and count to ten.” You did as he said before letting a shaky breath out of your mouth. “You’re doing great, just keep doing that. Is it okay if I pick you up?”

Your eyes widened. Did you want to be held? Or did you want to lock yourself in your room. You didn’t even know. You didn’t know what you wanted right now, what you needed. Would you find comfort in his embrace, or would you feel confined? So, you just stared back at him and shrugged.

“Law number one. I need a yes or no. You can do that. I know you can.” You gulped and nodded your head. He picked you up, but instead of picking you up bridal style like he usually did, he picked you up like he would a child. Wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

He walked you back to your room abandoning the rest of the ice cream to melt on the counter. You buried you face into his neck and you felt his fingers comb through your hair. He sat down on the bed and pulled you close to him. “I’ve had my fair share of anxiety attacks. They suck… ass. I get that. The only thing you can do is breath and try and clear you mind.” He continued to run his fingers through your hair, and you could feel your heartbeat start to slow down to match his. “So, uh… I guess I’ll try to distract you. I could tell you a story about me. Would you like that?”

You could already feel yourself starting to calm down, but you didn’t want to pass up on an opportunity to learn more about him, so you simply nodded and burrowed further into him.

You could feel him shift uncomfortably underneath you. “When I first got away from my family. I was just a dumb kid. I was angry and hell bent on proving to anyone who even looked my way that I was strong. Once I was running an errand for the league at a local market and I saw Shoto. It was after his accident, but his hair was a dead giveaway. He was there with Fuyumi, I think she was just trying to keep him busy.”

He leaned back and pulled you with him making the two of you more comfortable. “I saw his scar and was so sure that our dad did it. I was ready to hunt him down and kick his ass.” He sighed before letting out a small chuckle, “But then the squirt did the weirdest thing. It was like he was drawn to me. I looked nothing like the brother he knew. Black hair, scars, and staples, But he broke free of Fuyumi and ran straight towards me. Out of instinct I leaned down to pick him up, but he stopped right as he got to me. He put a hand up to my face and then to his own scar. He looked me square in the eyes and said ‘Ouch’ and then just ran away.”

You smiled, that definitely sounded like Todoroki. The more you thought about it, there were definitely some small similarities between the two brothers. Not that you’d mention that to either of them.

Dabi continued to talk and tell you stories until you eventually drifted off into dreams of young Dabi and what he would have been like. Your mind conjured up images of him in a UA uniform. Him competing in a sports festival. Him in a library studying for exams.

Unfortunately, your dreams didn’t last long. You woke a few hours later with a stabbing pain in your abdomen. You whimpered as you tried to roll over in an attempt to find a position that would alleviate the pain. Instead you rolled straight into the lean body of Dabi. Oh no. Dabi. You needed to get cleaned up before he woke up.

You tried to roll away from him, but his arm snaked around you and pulled you closer, “Y/n? What’s wrong? Have a bad dream?” He remembered that he wasn’t going to get a verbal answer, so he opened his eyes to see you looking absolutely miserable. “Y/n? Are you okay?”

You nodded but then winced when a really bad cramp rocked through you. You had always had really painful periods, but you hadn’t had to feel it in it’s full affects in years.

“Bullshit, you don’t look okay. Are you sick?”

Not even bothering to answer, you pushed away from him and slowly made your way to the bathroom. He leaned over to turn the bedside lamp on and that’s when it clicked for him. “Holy shit! How are you even alive, that’s a fuck ton of blood. I’ve been stabbed before and I didn’t bleed that much.”

You knew he was just being dramatic, but it still made you cringe that he was witnessing this. You could hear him stripping the sheets as you turned the shower on. Now all your recent mood swings made sense. Just last night you had been pissed, horny, and crying all in the span of several minutes. Stupid hormones.

When you stepped out of the shower there was a box of tampons and a box of pads sitting on the counter next to the sink. Just seeing them made you pout. You fucking hated your period.

You stepped out once you were dressed and heard the buzz of the dryer. Surely there was no way Dabi had cleaned the sheet that fast. You walked out of the bedroom to see him rushing towards you with a massive blanket. He stopped when he saw you standing in the hallway. “Uh… okay. So, game plan. I warmed up a blanket. I have Fruits Basket queued up and chocolate chip pancakes are on stand bye.”

Your eyes widened ~How?~

“How what? How did I know?” You nodded and he you swear to god he blushed. “I uh… I may have texted my brother. Who texted Bakugo, who called me, and now here we are.”

That made more sense. Katsuki had always been the only one who could handle your mood swings when you were menstruating. Everyone else claimed you were too scary. When you were younger your quirk would become unpredictable and it would randomly activate at the most inconvenient times. Your quirk used to be heavily influenced by your emotions, and when your monthly cycle came around it was almost impossible to control your emotions.

It took him a few tries but eventually Katsuki got the routine down. Warm blanket, something sweet, and some sappy anime, which we’d never admit it, but he actually loved.

You accepted the blanket from him and hobbled towards the couch. You pulled your knees to your chest in an attempt to get comfortable. Dabi disappeared but quickly returned with the pancakes. “I’m an idiot for not thinking about this. It obviously was going to happen at some point. You’ve been here for about three weeks.”

~Thank you~ You took the pancakes from him and he gave you a weird look.

“Okay I’m not good at the whole taking care of others thing. So… do I leave you alone? Do you expect me to watch this shit with you?”

You glared at him as you ate your pancakes and because you were already in a bad mood… you shrugged. Did you do it on purpose to piss him off. Of course.

He growled before throwing himself down on the couch next to you. “You’re lucky you don’t feel good you fucking brat. I’m really trying to be nice.”

You ignored him and hit play. You knew you were being ridiculous, but you also couldn’t stop yourself. It was like you wanted his attention any way you could get it. You finished your pancakes and were about two episodes into the show, but your cramps hadn’t subsided. You whined as you hugged the blanket around you and started to toss around trying to find a position, any position that would help with your cramps.

You thought Dabi had fallen back asleep, so you were scared shitless when his arms wrapped around you and pulled you down onto his chest. He was laying on his back pinning your chest to his. You could barely see the blue of his eyes in the dark. He looked so tired though. “Just smack me if it’s too much… but do you trust me?”

You bit your lip but nodded anyways. You knew by now that Dabi would stop if you asked him to. So, while you were nervous about what he was going to do, you also trusted him to listen to you.

He reached his hands around and pushed his hands just past the waistband of your sleeping shorts. Your breath hitched but his hands stopped there. You wondered what he was doing, but then his hands started to heat up and oh shit did it feel good. It was like he was your own personal heating pad.

You hummed into his neck and shifted a little bit to sink further into him. You hiked one of your legs up and wiggled to push yourself into his hands more, chasing the warm comfort.

You stayed like that for a while. The tops of his fingers ghosting over the curve of your ass as his palms pressed into your lower back. It was honestly impressive how he his hands were just hot enough to feel good without burning you.

Dabi sucked in a breath, “You like that huh?” He pulled you closer to him. His hands started to knead into your lower back as he buried his nose into your hair. You let out a groan at how good it felt. Before you could stop yourself you grinded down on his thigh. “Oh, you really like it…” You could hear the playful note in his voice. “Like I said… stop me if it’s too much.”

You knew what direction this was heading, and you didn’t care because it felt so good. His hands slipped lower and grabbed your ass and started to massage your cheeks before pulling you down hard into his thigh. “I heard somewhere…” His mouth was at your ear now nipping at the shell of it. “That the best thing for period cramps…” He moved his thigh up to meet your center as his hands pulled you down and moved you back and forth. “Is an orgasm.” Your fingers found his shirt and gripped onto it while you started to ride his thigh. “I would be selfish not to help you out.” His lips found your neck and he pressed gentle featherlike kisses there, making you sigh. “Take what you need from me baby.”

He gave your ass a hard squeeze before giving it a slap. “Fuck, your ass is perfect.” He gripped your hair and pulled you back and his lips met yours and you moaned at how delicious it was. This. This is what you needed. You needed someone to make you forget. To make you feel like you weren’t some fragile and broken toy. He was letting you take the lead while he maintained all of the control.

Your hand reached up and cupped his cheek. Your quirk activated and in your touch you could feel his overwhelming desire. You could also feel hesitation. He must be worried about pushing you too far. You pushed your lust back at him through your touch to reassure him you were more than okay this. He growled and deepened your kiss before yanking himself away. “Fuck Y/n! I-I think you’re quirk triggered. You smell… god you smell so fucking good!”

You grit your teeth. You wanted to tell him sorry, but the words wouldn’t leave your lips. His hands came to your hips and pulled you, so you were now grinding on his already hard dick. Your hands stopped his as you shook your head no. Now you were worried you were the one taking advantage of him. You knew your smell could be overwhelming.

He panted as he bucked up, “No, please don’t stop on my account. It’s fucking hot. I promise you y/n… if you ever let me…” One of his hands found it’s way back to your ass while the other snaked into your shorts and started to rub your clit through your underwear. “I’ll show you what it feels like to be fucking worshiped.”

You felt your orgasm quickly building and Dabi could tell. He could see the way your chest heaved and he could feel the way you began to frantically snap your hips. He kissed up your neck while he picked up the speed on your clit. “You want to know why?” He bucked his hips hard up into yours. “Because you’re a good girl. You are MY good girl.”

That was all you needed. You shook and your thighs squeezed around him. He kept going to help you ride it out as long as possible. You felt all your tension bleed out. All of the stress of the past couple days, hell the past couple weeks, didn’t even matter anymore. And all you did was ride his thigh.

When you finally had enough you grabbed his hand and squeezed. Panting you nuzzled back up to him and his hands trailed up and down your spine. “That’s my girl. Good job.” He kissed the top of your head and pulled the blanket back up over you. “Now let’s get some sleep.” We can skip the routine tomorrow. We can just do this instead. One day off won’t kill you.”

You hummed as you melted into him. Your eyes drooped closed and the last thing you remembered was Dabi grabbing your thigh and hitching your leg over his waist.

“The gag won’t be enough. We need to make sure she doesn’t even have the option of talking.” That voice sent chills down your spine. It belonged to the man you only knew as Dr. A3. They never used their names around you. Just an extra precaution in case you were to escape. Dr. A3 was the one who seemed to be in charge of all our your “experiments”. He was psychotic and you hate him with every cell in your body.

You were back on that table. You opened your eyes, but you couldn’t see anything but the blindfold.

“I can handle that, but my quirk will eventually ware off.” That was Cogernot. He was technically a villain who was being held in the same way you were. His quirk allowed him to manipulate with people’s cognition. He could turn off your senses, mess with your memories, and so much more. It was common that they grouped the two of you together in the lab.

“That’s fine how long do you think it’ll last?”

Cogernot sighed, “It’s different with every person but the more often I do it the longer it’ll last. But you have to be careful. If I mess with her too much it could become permanent.”

Dr. A3 laughed, “You say that as if it’s a bad thing. If that girl were able to talk, she could easily escape, or even worse she could make us all kill one another.” He ran a hand through your tangled hair and you winced in pain. “Besides girls like her are meant to be seen and not heard. We have another girl here who can walk through people’s dreams and convince them to do all kinds of stuff. We don’t need y/n’s honeyed words anymore. Do it.”

“If you say so… But don’t come crying to me when I accidentally break your favorite toy.”

You felt a hand press to your forehead, and you felt something snap.

Your eyes slowly opened, and you found that you were still laying on top of Dabi in his living room. You were able to keep your panic at bay by slowly breathing and counting in your head. You matched your breathing to Dabi’s, and you felt his arms tighten around you.

You looked at his sleeping face. He looked so different like this, when he wasn’t yelling at you or teasing you. A flush came over your cheeks when you remembered what happened earlier that morning. You traced your finger over the staples under his eyes.

His hand flew up and grabbed your wrist. “Can I help you?” He didn’t even bother to open his eyes, so you shoved on his shoulder to make him look at you. “I literally just woke up and you’re already begging for attention.” It drove you crazy that he wouldn’t open his eyes to look at you. The asshole knew you couldn’t talk…. Couldn’t talk.

The dream came crashing back to you. You pushed yourself off of him and went in search for your journal.

“Wait y/n… come on. Come back. I’ll open my eyes. Don’t throw a fucking temper tantrum over it Jesus.”

You came back with your journal and sat down on the table that was across from the couch and started to write everything you could remember about your dream. Dabi sat up and tried to smooth his hand up your thigh but you paused your writing long enough to slap it away. ~Not now~

“There’s no way you’re that mad. Come on what are you writing. Is this our first fight? Are fighting right now? That’s cute.”

You scowled as you shoved your journal in his face. The look on his face went from amused to concerned as he started reading.

“Wait that’s where Cogernot has fucking been this whole time? We thought he died.” He looked at you “How many times did he use his quirk on you?”

You shrugged and for once he didn’t yell at you for it.

He ran a hand through his white hair. “So, if this is really just his quirk and not some kind of trauma then it should ware off soon. That idiots quirk usually only lasts for a couple of hours though, sometimes a few days. I’ve never seen it last this long.” He stood up and started to pace. You watched him go back and forth a few times before he threw his hands in the air, “Shit!” He picked up a pillow and it immediately turned to ash.

He looked back to you and saw the alarm in your eyes, “I’m sorry, I’m overreacting. It’s just – That fucking idiot may have permanently fucked you up.” You cringed at his words. Was that how he saw you? Fucked up?

He started pacing again, “He told me once there was a way to override his quirk though. You just have to convince your brain that it’s dying. Something about that kicks it into gear and nullifies his quirk.” He looked to the pool and then to you. “We could drown you! I know CPR, it’ll be fine.”

~NO NO NO~ The look in Dabi’s eyes was starting to scare you. He looked like he was ready to do it no matter what you said. As much as you wanted to talk again, you didn’t think it was worth risking your life over. But apparently, he did. Apparently learning sign, and reading your journal was just too much work for him. If he was this desperate to fix it… if he was willing to drown you just so you could talk….

You were ripped from your thoughts when he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder. You kicked and hit him while tears streamed down your cheeks. There was no way he would go through with this… right?

You heard the sliding glass door open and all the sudden you were only steps away from the pool. You couldn’t see into his eyes, you couldn’t see what was going on in that fucked up head of his. You slid a hand under his shirt right before he got to the pool and did the only thing you could think of. You showed him how scared you were. You made him feel that terror. He paused only for a moment before jumping in the pool.

He let go only for a few seconds just so he could pull your back to his chest and whisper into your hair. “I know you’re going to hate me, but eventually you will think me for this.”

And then he was shoving you under. You clawed at his arms, ripping several of his staples out. You poured all of your terror and your pain into your touch and grabbed his wrists that were holding you under.

This was fucked up, this was so fucked up. You didn’t want to die. Why was he doing this? He didn’t even know if it would work! Your panic wasn’t making it any easier. You were losing oxygen fast and before you knew it you were starting to black out. You were going to die… You were going to drown in the same pool he had held you in so sweetly and helped you rehabilitate in. Your fingers ceased their scratching and your arms fell limp.

He didn’t bring you back up until you had stopped moving completely. He pulled you back up to the surface and immediately laid you down on the hard-concrete outside of the pool. In seconds he was on you preforming CPR. “Come on… You’re strong. You can take a little drowning. Hell, I’ve drowned a few times. Well I’ve been waterboarded… I don’t know if that exactly the same thing.” He nervously babbled to your unconscious body as he continued his chest compressions. “Come on y/n! Fuck!” He pinched your nose and breathed into you. Just a few hours ago his lips had been on yours for an entirely different reason and he desperately wished he could go back to that moment now.

He continued his chest compressions tears pooling in his eyes. “COME ON Y/N!” He did this. This was his fault. His father was right about him. The world was right about him. He’s a monster. He was supposed to be protecting you. You trusted him and he did this to you. He had felt your fear, your pain, and he did it anyway.

The thought of you never getting to talk again had thrown him into a panic. The thought of those fuckers taking apart of who you were away from you made him see red. He acted impulsively and now he’s paying the price.

“WAKE UP! PLEASE!”

You coughed and water came flooding out of your mouth. He cried out in relief and rolled you onto your side and patted your back to help you expel the water from your lungs.

It fucking burned. Your throat was raw from the chlorine and your brain was foggy from the lack of oxygen.

“Y/n… I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I-I don’t even know what to say.”

He reached his hand out to touch your face but you caught it. You stared into his eyes with as much hate as a person could have and gripped his hand so hard you could feel your nails cutting into his skin, “Fuck… You…”

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wolveria · 3 years

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Inside Your Wires - Chapter 1

Pairing: Human!Connor x Android!Reader

Summary: Assigned all cases involving android-related crimes, saddled with a prototype that follows him around like a plastic puppy, Detective Connor Anderson knows this must be karma for all the bad shit he’s ever done.

He thought he'd hit rock bottom, that he didn't have much left to lose, but he's proven wrong by the android sent by CyberLife. And Connor learns just how much further he can fall.

Prompt: For the @dbhau-bigbang 2020 challenge!

Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, fantasy bigotry, violence, brief noncon elements, angst with a happy ending

AO3

(Story moodboard by @uh-kitty-got-wet)

November 5th, 2038

Friday 11:21PM

The whiskey was harsh and burned like liquid fire as it slid down his throat. He dropped the shot glass onto the bar top and closed his eyes and savored the bloom of the cheap booze warming his chest. The music from the old jukebox behind him belted out tunes that would have been considered outdated when the place opened.

It was like this most nights. He was alone, exhausted, and well on his way to a pleasant buzz. The one thing Connor had going for him was that he hadn’t started in on his third drink until 11 PM.

That had to be some kind of record. On a Friday night, he was usually shitfaced by 10. Call it the long hours he’d been working, or maybe the fact he felt more self-loathing than usual, he’d somehow managed to hold off on spiraling until nearly midnight.

Definitely a record. And Connor deserved to celebrate.

When he tipped the glass with one finger and caught Jimmy’s eye, he nearly looked away in shame. The bartender had never given him shit before, at least in a verbal sense, but the cool stare he gave Connor now made him want to crawl into a hole and die there.

But Jimmy didn’t say a word, just gave him another dose of poison and turned away, leaving Connor in relative peace to enjoy the game. Denton Carter was kicking ass tonight, so at least there was that.

It was all going beautifully until the door opened and the sound of rain echoed throughout the tiny bar, along with a distinct smell of wet asphalt and dirty concrete. Out of the corner of his eye, Connor saw two of the other regulars shift in their seats to stare at the newcomer.

Not another regular, then. And by how lengthy the stares were and the sudden shift in atmosphere, Connor guessed the barometric pressure had taken a drop due to a pair of long legs and pretty eyes.

Turning his body only far enough to get a glance for himself, Connor was not disappointed, eyeing the stranger from their black dress shoes, up their shapely legs clad in dark jeans, past curvy hips and—

Oh.

Connor turned back in his seat, hunched over and grimacing in disgust, put there by the sight of a blue triangle on a lapel and a glowing armband around one arm. He hadn’t even needed to look higher for the LED to know what the fuck had just waltzed into the joint like it actually belonged there.

He nursed his whiskey, praying the thing would pass him by and leave him the fuck alone. Or better yet, Jimmy would throw it out.

No such luck, of course.

“Detective Anderson,” spoke a smooth, raspy voice to his right. “I’m the YN800 model sent by CyberLife.”

He elected to ignore it. Maybe if he did so for long enough, it would take the hint and go away.

Again, Connor’s luck was not holding out.

“I called your cell phone, but you didn’t answer,” the voice continued, unimpeded. “I then looked for you at the station after checking your home, but you weren’t there either. Your colleagues indicated you tended to frequent the bars in the area, and I was fortunate to find you at the fifth one.”

His eye twitched. This thing had gone to his apartment?

“Well, here I am,” he answered, dry and caustic as he stared straight ahead at the wall of bottles. He calculated how angry Jimmy would be if he took out his service pistol and shot it through the head.

Pretty angry, Connor decided. It would probably leave a stain. Also, he didn’t want to compensate some asshole company for property damage.

“What do you want?” he finally growled, scratching his nail into the bar top already marred with various scuffs and dings.

“You were assigned a case earlier this evening. A homicide.”

Already, a headache was forming between the eyes at the sound of the android’s irritatingly friendly voice.

“Yeah, and?”

“It involved a CyberLife android,” it said in that same smooth inflection. “In accordance with procedure, the company has allocated a specialized model to assist investigators.”

You have to be shitting me.

Connor grit his teeth and clenched his glass tighter, a flush of heat moving through him that had nothing to do with his blood alcohol content. A fucking android was sent to help cops do their job?

Fuck that, and fuck this hunk of junk.

“Good for them,” he answered as he tipped the glass up to his lips. “I couldn’t give less of a shit. Now get the fuck out of my face. We don’t need any help, especially from a plastic pair of tits like you.”

He should have known that wasn’t the end of it. The android spoke again, adopting a tone of what it had probably been programmed as “sympathetic.”

“I understand you may be experiencing reluctance to having an android’s assistance in this matter, but I am—“

“—ruining a perfectly good evening, butting your nose where it doesn’t belong and sure as fuck isn’t welcome.”

Connor put his glass down harder on the bar top than he meant to, nearly spilling his drink.

“I suggest you leave before I void your warranty.”

Connor thought the machine got the message when it finally went silent. He could even see its mood ring spinning yellow out of the corner of his eye before it settled on that annoying placid blue.

He’d just brought the glass halfway to his lips when it said, “I’m sorry, Detective, but I must insist.”

Connor set the glass back down and started to count to ten. He couldn’t lose it now, he’d promised Jimmy he wouldn’t break anything else after the last brawl he’d gotten into.

But the fucking thing just kept on talking.

“My instructions stipulate that I have to accompany you.”

“You know where you can stick your instructions?” Connor growled before downing the glass of whiskey.

It was a good thing he had, because its next words made him choke on spit.

“No. Where?”

Connor set the glass down, and for the first time that evening, fully turned toward the android and stared at it.

The damn thing was staring back, head slightly tilted like a curious puppy. It had large eyes to match the image too, earnest and innocent and entirely too sincere. Its attire at second glance wasn’t the typical android faire. A smooth grey android jacket and a dark, patterned tie marked it as something different. Unique.

And just a little too pretty. Every designed, group-focused imperfection on its face made it that much more appealing. Its hair was neatly coifed, pulled up and pinned behind its head, exposing the smooth curve of its neck.

Hanging down the left side of its face was a strategically-placed lock of hair that Connor immediately want to twirl his finger around. He suspected that was the point.

The further down Connor’s eyes traveled, the more he lost his train of thought. The perfectly sensible tie was lying on the slope of its breasts, something even the jacket couldn’t cover. Why the fuck androids had breasts to begin with, Connor couldn’t begin to fathom, and it seemed even more ludicrous now seeing them on a “specialized model.”

The android hadn’t moved apart from its artificial breathing, another thing about the machines that was uncanny. They weren’t human, and the fact CyberLife kept trying to pass them off as such was a goddamn insult to humanity.

He met the thing’s eye, gave an unimpressed huff, and went back to nursing his drink. If the fucking tin can didn’t understand a dirty innuendo, he certainly wasn’t going to ruin its pristine, virginal programming.

Connor doubted everything that had just gone through his head as those unnecessarily realistic tits were pressed against his elbow, without warning or any sense of decency or a concept of personal space.

“How about this, Detective?”

Connor fumbled, nearly spilling his drink, a massive what the fuck! warning flashing in his head as the machine pressed closer.

“I’ll buy you another drink, on the house. Surely that’s worth a few minutes of your time? And if not, you can send me on my way.”

Connor couldn’t speak with that voice right into his ear like a close confidant, sultry and low and borderline pornographic, so it was a good thing the android didn’t bother waiting for a response.

Instead, it turned to Jimmy and said in a louder, more normal tone, “Bartender, another round for the detective, please.”

Jimmy turned from where he was cleaning glasses on the counter, eyebrows shooting upward as he looked from the machine to Connor. It had backed up a few inches, but there were a lot of reflective bottles on the wall. Connor wondered just how much Jimmy had seen.

Connor gave a little helpless shrug as if to say, Don’t look at me, I don’t know what the fuck it’s doing!

But when the damn thing actually brought out real paper money and set it on the counter, Jimmy got moving. Seemed he wasn’t picky about where his money came from, and Connor almost resented the fact he hadn’t thrown the android out on principle.

Who the hell gave it money in the first place? CyberLife? What, did they hand it a few bucks of allowance before letting it off its leash?

Despite all his reservations, and there were a great many of them, Connor was not about to turn down a free drink. Or two.

“Make it a double,” he grumbled, purposefully avoiding the android’s focused gaze. He could practically feel the thing staring into the side of his head, but at least it remained at a distance and wasn’t pressed against his side like a drunk, horny badge bunny anymore.

“Thanks, Jim.” Connor took the glass and tipped it back, drowning it in one go. The slide of the familiar burn down his throat, spreading throughout his limbs, did quite a lot to help ease the tension in his muscles.

He released a heavy exhale, pushed away from the bar, and got to his feet.

“You want to play plastic cop? Okay, then. Keep up,” he said, tilting his head in its direction without actually looking at it. “Or I’m leaving your ass behind.”

Connor didn’t wait for a response, only raised his hand in parting to Jimmy, and pushed open the door to let the rain-drenched Detroit night swallow him whole. But even through the sound of the rain pinging off the hood of his nearby car he could hear the even footfalls behind him, just a little too close for comfort.

Fucking androids.

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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17 on the angst section of list #2 for whiskey please 🥺

Anything for you, my love 🥺💕 Please enjoy...and ugh...angst time?

Prompt: “Are you upset with me?”

Agent Whiskey x Fem!Reader ; warnings: angst

Pedro Characters Masterlist

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It had been a while since you'd heard from him. Too long. Hours too long. It was supposed to be a simple mission - easy in and easy out. But here you were, alone, worried and waiting - waiting, waiting, waiting.

You'd busied yourself with cleaning the apartment you shared. When that was done, you'd set about asking dinner, even going out of your way to make Jack's favorites - including dessert. But even that didn't take too long and soon enough your mind was wandering. Every dark thought that you had pushed to the recesses of your mind started to bubble to the surface.

What if something went wrong? What if Jack was hurt? What if the mission was compromised? What if -

No. No. No.

You weren't going to think about that.

Sighing heavily, you padded to the bathroom in order to take a bath. Maybe that would take your mind off of things. Probably not, but hell, it was worth a try.

Turning on the tap, you made the water as warm as you could tolerate before filling it up with bubbles and oils. This particular one was your favorite; Jack had bought it for you on a mission in France. With that thought brought front and center you huffed at yourself.

Stripping down and discarding your clothes on the floor, you quickly slipped into the comfort of the warm water. An audible moan slipped past your lips as you submerged your entire body, remaining under the water under you could no longer hold your breath.

Breaking through the water, you laid against the back of the tub and stared at the ceiling. Physically, your body felt relieved, the ache of the day slowly leaving your body, but mentally, you were still buzzing like crazy.

What would you do if something happened to Jack? If something happened to him you would ever forgive yourself. If he-

"Fuck," you groaned at yourself. Running a hand over your tired face, you quickly formulated a plan. Well, it wasn't as much of a plan as a rash idea. But at this point you needed something to cling onto.

You'd texted and called Jack throughout the afternoon and everything had gone unanswered. But you wanted - needed - answers. And you'd be damned if you weren't going to get them.

You hastily stood up and stepped out of the tub, almost slipping and falling on the water that had sloshed out on the tile floor. It didn't matter though, as long as you got what you needed nothing else mattered.

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You practically stormed into the Statesman Headquarters, dressed in sweats and an oversized hoodie, hair still messy and damp from your bath. No doubt something akin to a mad woman, but right now you didn't care.

"Ginger!" it was getting later and the building was quiet, but you practically shouted at her, causing her to almost fall from her seat. She clutched at her heart as she settled down and gave you a wide eyed look, "where's Jack? Have you heard from him? Do you know if he's okay?"

"He's fine, honey," she promised, swallowing nervously as you gave her a curious look. If he was fine...why...why hadn't you been the first to know?

"I've been trying to call him and text him all day and...I-I-I haven't heard back from him," you pouted slightly as you wondered what on earth could have caused such a mishap, "Ginger...what's going on?"

"Jack got back a little bit ago," her voice was soft as her eyes flicked down the hall and in the direction of his office. She wasn't normally like, all nervous and quiet, and you could tell there was something she wasn't telling you, "he's probably just catching up on a few things before coming home to surprise you."

"Ginger," her name off your tongue was low and predatory as you slowly took a step back in the direction of his office. She stood up and opened her mouth to say something but nothing but silence met your ears, "what are you hiding?"

"Don't-" and with that singular word, you dashed down the hall, wanting to know once and for all what the hell was going on with everyone.

As soon as his office came into view, you could see the outline of his figure through the softly frosted glass. A smile started to tug on your features when you realized he was actually alive and well. But your fleeting happiness came to a crashing halt when you saw he wasn't alone.

No - there was another figure, this one noticeably smaller and feminine in appearance next to his. Or rather, wrapped up in his arms as he kissed her. You stood there in silent horror as your heart dropped.

It was just a kiss right? But then...why was he lifting her on his desk, as he has done to you many times in the past? Why did he keep kissing her? Why did he allow her to strip off his jacket? Why was he reached for the zipper of her dress? Why-

"Honey…" Ginger's voice was soft as she grabbed your hand and started to pull you away. Tears were streaming down your face as you stood there frozen, a few small whimpers escaping your lips. Eventually you gave in and let her pull you away.

"You knew," it wasn't a question - rather a biting accusation. Your lip trembled with effort as you tried not to cry and completely break down. The beautiful, glittering ring on your left ring finger, only there for a few weeks at this point, suddenly seemed to weigh you down, “you knew and you didn’t say anything. You let me walk in and see that. H-how long?”

“I know it seems bad,” she seemed genuinely upset as you looked at her, your voice cracking with each word until you were almost broken, “but I-I swear I’ve never seen him with another woman or man before. H-he said she was here for business. I didn’t think...I didn’t…”

“Do you mean it?” an ugly sob racked your body as you tried to figure out if it was possible that this was some sort of business venture, that perhaps this was still some odd part of the mission. But even though you prided yourself on being an eternal optimist, you knew this wasn’t what it was. No, despite what the world may or may not have known, Jack had always - always - promised that he would never kiss, touch, or bed another in furtherance of work, a mission, anything. He hadn’t been lying then...or perhaps he had been the entire time, “Ginger, please tell me you mean it. I can’t have my heart broken again.”

“I swear it,” she promised and you could tell she meant it. Either this was the first time, and he’d been careless in not getting caught, or it had been a time thing in a slew of many, and he just happened to be careless for once. You nodded slowly before moving to push past her, “I’m so sorry…”

“Me too,” you whispered as you left without another word, not even bothering to hide the fact that you were sobbing. Your whole world was slowly crashing down around your shoulders; each step away from the building was a fateful reminder that nothing would be the same.

All you wanted to do was go home and forget; forget that you’d seen anything, forget that Jack had betrayed you, forget that anything from your seemingly idyllic life was out of place.

But he was everywhere, in everything. From the pictures that greeted you as soon as you walked into your apartment to the touches of decor that were pointedly him, to the clothes that hung in your closet, to the bedsheets that smelled like him. Everything.

In a fit of rage, you grabbed a few of the pictures off the wall and smashed them into a hundred, million tiny pieces onto the floor. Soon enough, the images of the two of you were distorted by the tiny shards of glass - or perhaps it was the tears that you kept blinking back.

Thoroughly exhausted and wanting to sleep this day away, praying you’d wake up and find it was all a dream, you tore the blankets and sheets and pillows off the bed and threw them into a pathetic heap on the floor. At least his smell didn’t linger on the mattress. But before you were satisfied, you went into the closet and followed suit with his clothes, refusing to let yours rest next to his any longer.

Maybe it was rash - dramatic and immature - but you didn’t care. Jack had broken the one rule, the one promise, he swore he would always keep. He had been a good man, an honorable man, and you thought you could always trust him. Now you just had one lingering question left.

Where did the lies start and stop?

Before you dragged your aching bones to the bare mattress, you pulled off the engagement ring and set it on the kitchen countertop, right where he would easily see it.

You were a believer in second chances, in giving people the benefit of the doubt but this...this was exactly what it appeared to be. You knew that deep down.

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It was dark when Jack came home, not that he had been expecting you to be up and waiting for him. It was nearing three in the morning and he knew you to work that day. The crunch underneath his boots caught him off guard and he quickly flipped on the light switch to see what the disturbance was.

A frown crossed his features when he saw that it was several photographs of the two; his heart leapt into his throat as he worried that something had happened or someone had broken in.

But no - nothing else looked out of place, and the door had been locked and the windows were closed. No signs of any type of break in. Huffing lightly, he stepped further inside, stripping off his boots once he was past the glass shards, a gleaming from the kitchen caught his eye. His brow furrowed as he walked over and saw that it was...your engagement ring.

His heart raced as he swallowed down the lump in his throat. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What was going on?

Padding quietly down the hallway, he nervously pushed open the door to your bedroom, and spied you sleeping, curled up in a ball, with no blanket or pillows. As he stepped inside, he almost tripped over the mess of sheets and clothes on the floor.

Oh no.

The door creaked slightly, causing you to wake up from your slight slumber. You hadn’t really been sleeping, not much anyways, The little bit of reprieve you’d found were plagued with nightmares and bad dreams. You sat up slowly, hunched over and pathetic as you wiped at your eyes.

“Sugar...are you upset with me?”

“How long Jack?” your throat was dry and scratchy as you stared directly at him, trying to read his body language. It was dark, but the light was filtering in behind him and casting him in an odd haze. He stiffened immediately when he realized you knew.

“You don’t-”

“How long Jack?” you repeated, this time more firmly and with more conviction, “was she the first? Or another in a long line of many?”

“Listen you have to-”

“Answer the question, sugar,” every word was filled with venom as you wished he could scream and shout or something - and tell you that you were mistaken and that there really was a truthful explanation for what you had witnessed, “was it for work? Because I will still be pissed because we agreed that it would never come to that, but at least what I would understand. Please tell me that’s what it was.”

“I…” he started and quickly cut him off. He wished he could lie to you and tell you it was for work. Gods, he had already been lying to you, but for some reason he couldn’t do it anymore. You nodded as the tears streamed down your face, “I love you. I really do, and you’re the only one I truly want. Please understand that, sugar.”

“I wish I could believe you,” your voice was a small, pathetic thing, “I really do. Because I loved you - I still do. I thought...all this time, all these years, that we were building a future - our future - together. I know things haven’t been easy for you, Jack, I know. But I thought...I thought this one thing I could trust you with. It was the only thing I asked of you.”

“I love you, that is one thing that is true,” he tried to take a step closer, but you held up your hand to stop him.

“No, you don’t,” you whispered, “if you didn’t, you wouldn’t have done this. To lie to me, to sneak around. How many others were there? How long? You know, it even would have hurt less if you’d say something like hey, I want to have sex with other people or hey, can we try this or that. But to not say anything and do this? That’s the worst. When were you going to tell me? We were supposed to get married, Jack. Married.”

“I know,” he took in a long rattling breath, “I...I wish I had a good answer for you, but you have to-”

“The fact that you have nothing to say for yourself, tells me everything I need to know,” you spat at him, “I wish I knew what it was. Was it me? W-was...was I not enough for you?”

“You are everything-”

“Yeah?” you asked bitterly as he nodded, “then why did you do this Jack? Why? Why? Please just say something. Anything.”

“Sugar…”

“Don’t,” it was a soft, broken whisper as you shook your head, “don’t ever call me that again. Just get out. Please. Just leave.”

“Listen, you have to do-”

“I have to do nothing, Jack Daniels,” you laughed bitterly, “but you need to leave. Just go. I...you can come and get your things when I’m at work. I just...I don’t want to see you right now.”

“Okay,” he agreed quietly, turning around to head, lingering in the doorway for a moment, “I am sorry, you know.”

“Sorry for what you did, or sorry I found out?” he remained silent at your question as you shook your head, “just go Jack.”

“I love you…”

“Just go,” you cried softly, “get out and never look back. I never want to see you again.”

“Sugar-”

“Get out,” it wasn’t filled with emotions or tears, no - that’s not what broke his heart further, it was that fact you sounded so empty, so hollow, “goodbye Jack Daniels.”

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