#I did it last time and i'm terrified of heights

[mapletreephotos]

Views from Blarney Castle

Photos taken: October 2023.

#photographers of tumblr #photography #blarney castle #ireland #I did not in fact go up to kiss the blarney stone this time #I did it last time and i'm terrified of heights

[6lostgirl6]

yandere john wick with “I would never hurt you. You know that, right?” he just gives off such over protective/possessive energyyy 🤭

Your Protector

Pairing: Yandere!John Wick x Fem!Reader

TW: Yandere themes, toxic themes, mentioned stalking, kidnapping, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, pet names, dubious kissing (at first), slightly suggestive. Reblogs are highly appreciated!!

It was infatuation and obsession that drove him to take such drastic measures. Ever since he saw you, he was absolutely convinced that you were meant for him. His second chance at happiness and love since the passing of his wife, Helen.

It was also fear, fear that if he didn't kidnap you, you would be somehow hurt or even killed. John has spent many nights without sleep, worried over your safety. He knew that if he didn't take action, something was bound to happen.

You never met him before, never spoke with him, and it was a shock when he finally kidnapped you. A complete stranger. The last thing you could remember was walking home from another late-night shift and being grabbed from behind. In a millisecond, your mouth was covered by a cloth and your vision went black.

When you finally came to, you realized you did not recognize your surroundings. You were resting in a lavish guest room and you were still trying to wrap your brain around what was happening. While you were gathering your bearings, a man appeared. He was standing over you by the side of the bed.

"Good morning, sweetheart." The man said with a smile, greeting you in an affectionate tone. "I hope you slept well."

At first glance, he was a very attractive man and of great wealth. His towering stature, long black hair and wearing a seemingly expensive black tailored suit.

“Who are you?” You asked in fright, staring at him with wide eyes.

“W-What’s going on?” You scooted back against the headboard, trying to maintain some distance between you and the man. “What do you want?” You continued to stare at him, fearful of what he might do. 

His gaze held a disturbing mixture of kindness and menace as he looked down at you. "Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you." He paused for a moment, as if weighing his next words carefully. "I just want to make sure that we're together. Forever."

“Who are you?” You were confused, having not ever met this strange man before in your entire life. You thought that this man was clearly delusional, could be mistaking you for someone else. He wanted the two of you to be together, but you could not understand the reasoning behind it. You needed to figure out who he is and hopefully find means of escaping. 

"I'm John Wick," he says simply, leaning over you. He has this strange, almost otherworldly quality about him that's difficult to explain. A sense of danger, but not necessarily violence. He's calm and collected, but you also feel the threat of his presence. It's like looking into the eyes of a predator, one who's just been waiting for the right moment to strike. It's terrifying, yet compelling at the same time.

Noticing your fear, he slowly moved to sit on the edge of the bed, bringing himself a little more to your level of height. However, he still continued to tower over you. With slight hesitation, he reached out and placed his hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing gently against your cheekbone. It's a gesture of familiarity and affection, yet there's a sense of darkness and danger to it.

"Don't be afraid, sweetheart." He said with a small smile, his intense dark-brown eyes locking onto yours. It was almost hypnotic, the way he was looking at you. Almost as if he truly knew you and for quite some time too. It left you feeling conflicted, complicated emotions infiltrating your heart.

His touch that was so gentle against your cheek, prompted your cheeks to grow a little warm. His affection was breaking down your resolve and leaving you quite nervous. Not nervous as if you were fearing for your life for feeling anxious, but rather the form of butterflies forming in your stomach and your heart in your throat. 

The warmth creeping onto your face seems to embolden John, and he leans in closer to you, his hand still resting on your cheek as the other trails its way down your thigh. He stared at you, his dark eyes taking in every detail of your appearance.

"You're so beautiful.” He whispers, his warm breath fanning across your face. There's an intensity to him that's almost frightening. He appeared like a wild animal, one that could snap at any moment. It was undeniable that there was something primal about him, something you can't help but be attracted to.

You couldn’t reply, unable to form any coherent sentences from the intensity and electrifying touch of his hand on your thigh. Slowly, you were feeling less uncomfortable but rather shy from his affectionate touches. However, your walls were starting to return when you remembered that you didn't even know this man.

“John…why are you doing this? You don’t even know me.”

"Because you're mine." He replied, his gaze was intense and there was undeniable heat in his voice. It was more than enough to make you feel a little dizzy. Almost as if you were falling into some dark abyss. There's no question that this man is dangerous, but you can't help feeling drawn to him. He exudes a primal, dangerous energy that is almost addictive, and you find yourself craving more of his attention and touch.”And I do know you, I know everything about you, (Y/N).”

You glanced towards the door, noticing that it was left open. Your logical side was screaming for you to wake up and understand that you were involved with something, someone, extremely dangerous. In that second, you were broken out of your spell. 

You hesitate before launching yourself from the bed in an attempt to escape.

John's smile fades as you attempt to flee, his expression turning dark and deadly. Without even seeming to move, he blocks the door, his body looming over you like a shadow of death. 

"Don't." He says, his voice low and dangerous. “You'll only make this harder for yourself, sweetheart." His eyes are cold and calculating, but there's also a strange desire behind them. 

One that's both terrifying and alluring.

With wide eyes, you backed away, feeling small in comparison to his looming figure and his predatory stance. The size difference between you two was incredible. You continued to keep your distance, placing yourself between furniture. 

With slow and deliberate steps, he follows you around the room, seemingly getting closer with each passing moment. He had the patience of an animal on the verge of a hunt. You can feel his eyes on you, tracking your every move. When he speaks again, his voice is calm, but there's something dangerous hidden beneath the surface. He's like a calm sea hiding the storm underneath. 

"You can't get away from me, sweetheart." He begins to move closer again, this time grabbing your wrist and holding it tight, his grasp like iron. "You belong to me."

“Yeah, right!” You struggled, trying to rip your wrist away from his grasp, he could only stare at you in slight amusement and anger. “I don’t belong to you or anyone! Nothing you will ever do will make me think otherwise!”

He raises an eyebrow and smirks at you, before he replies. 

"Alright then." 

Without warning, he pulls you towards him, kissing you passionately. His body is firm and strong, holding you tightly in his arms. His kiss is passionate and intense, like he's pouring all of his feelings and desires into it. The kiss was passionate and borderline possessive, trying to make you submit and accept him as your lover and protector. His grip around your wrist and waist is tight, becoming a little painful. You’re completely at his mercy and helpless in his arms.

You gasp from the sudden kiss, feeling intense emotions swirling within you and making your heart skip a beat. After a small moment, you began to return the kiss, thoughts of escaping melting from your mind. He also seemed to relax more into the kiss, it turning softer and loving, feeling that you were slowly but surely returning his affections. He pulls away after a moment, staring at you with a hungry and passionate gaze. 

"Are you convinced?" He asks, his voice low and husky, his gaze very heated and full of immense desire. He's still holding you tightly in his arms, not letting you go anywhere. He simply couldn't get enough of you. It's adamant that this animal has a lot of pent-up desire and passion. Now, he was looking forward to releasing it all onto you.  

"Y-Yes..." You muttered, your brain currently in a state of mush. You simply looked up at him with wide eyes, your cheeks warm from the intensity of his affections.

Slowly, he released your wrist, bringing his hand up to caress your cheek, his thumb brushing just underneath your eye. His touch was gentle and even a little soothing. He looked into your eyes, his heated stare now full of softness towards you. “I would never hurt you. You know that, right?” His voice, similar to his touch, was also full of softness. 

“Y-Yes…” Your resolve was completely demolished, he has successfully twisted your feelings around and made your heart scream out for more of his attention. Thoughts of finding a way to escape barely crossed your mind, your logical side slipping further away from your grasp. 

You simply didn’t care. 

"Good." He whispers, his voice was husky once more, full of want and desire for you.

With another powerful pull, he brings you into another kiss, one that is even more passionate than the first one. Knowing that you finally submitted left him with an animalistic excitement. He's hungry for you, almost starving for your touch and affection, and you can barely keep up with his ravenous desires. His excitement continued to grow, his grip on you tightening as he held you in his arms.  

"You're mine now, my love."  He continues, his eyes glistening with desire. 

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[greythemed]

𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ bloodhounds . kim gun-woo

˚ TITLE 𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ perverse behavior. ˚ WORD COUNT 𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ 1875.

"would you ever fight me?". the question came from nowhere, in gun-woo's opinion. the ringing sound of the seoul traffic outside of his mom's apartment high enough for the boxer to not pay the deserved attention to you, his ears getting cold from the snowy weather out-of-doors.

gun-woo was tired.

his mom had to reheat the food because of his delay and he felt bad about it. plus, you were waiting for him to watch boyz n the hood for the very first time, after weeks of complaining he didn't watch proper shows on his teenage years.

what do you mean you've never watched the last game and asphalt man?! you are not korean if you've never watched those! you have said it in such a thrilling way that gun-woo hadn't the heart to say no to you, and now it's been three weeks that both of you are marathoning different korean tv series every thursday night.

he was still carrying his boxing gear on his shoulders when you had jumped him into the entryway, making the man almost lose his balance while his mom excitedly greeted him from the kitchen.

"woah, when did you get in here?", was his first question when he felt your arms trying to wrap around him, two kisses pressed on your face as usual, before kicking the door closed behind him and lifting you in his arms.

"turns out I and your mom are besties now", you had said with so much confidence that he had to turn around to look at his mom to confirm it in the kitchen. "she taught me how to properly cook samgyeopsal and i was stunned with the amount of gochujang comes with it!".

gun-woo giggled at the surprise, tapping at your leg three times so you could get up and help his mother with the dishes. his tense physic was viscerally beaten by his coach today, and he doubted he could stand for more than two minutes without collapsing on the floor.

that's why your question had him exceptionally shocked while devouring his mother's samgyeopsal minutes later, salty lips outlined in a 'o' form while looking from his mother to you in confusion.

"what?". he asks.

"would you ever fight me?". you repeat genuinely curious for the answer.

"no". gun-woo answered simply, round innocent eyes staring right back at you as if you had grown another head.

you slouch back in your seat. cheek pressed to the couch as you look disappointed at your boyfriend eating at the table.

"why not?". you both could hear gun-woo's mother laugh on the other side of the table, finding something to quickly excuse herself from the living room and eavesdrop on the entire ordeal from her room.

"w-why?", gun-woo analyzed your posture to see if you were pranking him or something, but he found none. "i d-don't think that would be nice... for any of us". he replied with a terrified look on his face, the scar on his cheek hid underneath his right hand.

"just for your information, i was a gold medal in taekwondo once in school". you defend yourself.

"when you were 8 yeah, i know".

“and!”, you continue, ignoring him. “woojin-oppa already told me i was quite strong for someone my height”.

“baby, woo-jin just wanted you to pay for his dinner that day, you know that”. gun-woo explains blatantly, making you gasp at his lack of manners.

"i wanna fight you though, i could totally beat you", you said getting no response from the fighter, which was starting to infuriate you even more. "kim geun-woo, do you love me or not?". you asked starting to get up from the couch.

"stop looking at me like that, you're scaring me". you roll your eyes, getting up from the couch and walking towards your very tall and built boyfriend who refuses to fight with you. "what's up?". he looks up at you, wondering what the hell happened to his girlfriend that night.

"fight me". your serious tone shouldn't have a strong man like gun-woo scared, but that's what it does.

"look, i'm tired today okay? give me a second". he whines like a child and you would be finding him adorable because of his pout if it wasn't for the scar across the right side of his face staring right back at you.

hot unaware boyfriend indeed.

"kim geun-woo, don't you love me?" you hold the collar of his shirt, brows knit together in fake intimidation as gun-woo raises a brow your way.

“ya, you’re scaring me”, he repeats the statement looking at you as if challenging you to do what you are thinking. "you're not going to let me live if i don't fight you right now, are you?". he rubs the plush of your clothed thigh and you slap his hand away, glancing in the direction of his mother's room with your brows still furrowed, surprised at his bold antics.

"mister kim, you are under arrest for perverse behavior with your ring opponent".

"arrest?". his brows shoot up and a big smile emerges from his mouth. "aish-, don't be so hard on me, judge". he plays along, rubbing your waist quickly before taking your hands off his collar. “if you succeed in moving me from the chair, i’ll fight with you”. gun-woo had that stupid smirk he has when he’s about to win something.

you were about to prove him wrong.

“deal!”.

in instant seconds, you’re already beside him, using your entire body weight to push your boyfriend off the chair. the clock begins to tick away as gun-woo calmly finishes his dinner, enjoying a little too much of your little grunts as if you were not even beside him.

“how…much….did…you…eat today?”. a stupid grin was displayed on your boyfriend’s face when you gave up and you did not appreciate it.

it seems mister kim liked the ego soothing, after all, he was still just a man.

“why are you even smiling like that?!”. immediately, his grin was erased as if it was never there in the first place. “i’m 100% sure it is just because of the samgyeopsal your mom made. have you seen how much pepper that woman put into that?! no? i have!”. gun-woo laughed loudly at that, wondering in which standup comedy mister hong found you.

just when he thought it was over, you kept pushing his shoulders in the other direction, making him laugh even more.

“you’re not giving up, are you?”.

“never!”. gun-woo had to breathe calmly to steady his laughs and gently push your hands away.

“c’mon let’s clean this and go to bed, right?”. the gentle smile his lips displayed was hands-down playing unfair in your opinion. you could tell it in his eyes he was tired, defeatedly letting him go. “if you keep grunting my mom will come asking if everything is alright”. his gaze was so gentle that it almost made you angry.

“it is not alright”. you played the puppy eyes on him, hugging his figure while he moved from the table to the sink to clean his dishes.

that's when you noticed his little wince when you hugged his torso.

“my boyfriend didn’t let me win, he doesn’t love me”.

“you’re just weak, admit it”. again, the smirk was there and you hated it.

“where do you think you’re going with this audacity, mister?”. you unglued him and crossed your arms in front of the sink, taking the dishes from his hands and stopping him from doing any more work today. you both stared at each others eyes with fondness, silently speaking your concerns.

kim geun-woo, you do not fool me.

“anywhere i want, since you can’t stop me”. he laughed out loud, and you knew then that your boyfriend was more tired than he was showing. he only showed his boldness in other situations, so it was really surprising you his sense of humor right now.

which made you worry.

“ya, how much you and wonsuk-subaenim trained today?”, you asked concerned, putting the dishes aside to analyze his eyes on your tip toes. “you should’ve eaten more before training this morning”. there was an unconscious pout on your lower lip and gun-woo noticed that, smiling weakly while gluing your body into his.

“don’t worry, i’m okay”. he smiled grateful, even bowing his head a little in gratitude for you, a peck left in your brow that made you temporarily dumb. "he just wanted to test some more of my limits".

"are you sure?". starry eyes staring right back at him was hands-down an unfair playing, in his opinion. "can i see it?".

of course, you would notice it, gun-woo knew that much. but even so, he didn't want to make his mom worry more about him, and so did you.

"can we do that when we get home?", he politely asks while rubbing your arms, tone not much louder than a whisper now that the topic was more serious. "i wanted you to take a look but mom's here and i don't want her finding out about the championship yet". he explains.

"are you sure?", you ask worried, soothingly rubbing the balmy spot you could feel underneath his sweater next to his left rib. “it feels damp, oppa”.

gun-woo glanced at you and stopped your hand in the rem of his shirt with a silent plead, silently asking for you to let go. his kind smile and polite nod convinced you that the bruise could wait a little more, and you had no other option than to trust him.

“what happened?”.

“we used the machine again”, he starts explaining sensing your curious concern. gun-woo knew that you needed a little more reassurance, since you weren’t used to leaving patients with bruises behind in your line of work. “it presented a little malfunction, two sizes above mine and i almost went flying across the wall”.

“you and your stupid machines”. you scold angrily, making him laugh. “why train with a fucking machine when you pay thousands to have a coach like him?”.

“it’s solved now, don’t worry”. you looked in his eyes searching for any sign of discomfort. you knew about his surprisingly high pain tolerance, even for a fighter, plus your boyfriend tend to have a habit of hiding his sorrows from you.

intensively staring at him, gun-woo noticed by your eyes that you were quickly going to get lost in your own thoughts, so he had to react rather fast.

“hey, i’m good now, okay? we got 8 months for the tournament and i’m doing pretty well, i’m not going to lie”. he took your face in his hands, making you focus on his pretty eyes and his innocent smile. “do you trust me, baby? i’m okay”.

"okay", you nodded understandable and he left another kiss on your right brow, proudly looking at you.

“you could’ve told me, i would have brought the food to your house so you wouldn’t have to drive more”. still not yet convinced, you check his temperature with your bare hands to check if everything is okay, guiding him to the couch so he could rest. “i will clean everything and then we can go, ‘kay? i’ll drive”.

“no, no, no, i’m okay. you don’t have to”. he excuses, refusing to sit down and taking your hands with him.

you hated his excessive politeness sometimes.

“ya, i’m calling your mom if you don’t obey me”. you threaten him and he lightens up a little. “now sit and wait, i’ll be quick”. when he finally sat down and smiled at you, you felt his grip on your wrist tighten again.

“you look too cute taking care of me”. a kiss was stolen from your lips and quickly your eyes were as round as your mouth.

“gun-woo! you’re crazy!”, the slap was maybe a little too much, but that’s not really your fault, now was it? “we are on your mother’s apartment!”.

“ouch! she is not even here right now, don't go nuts". he said rubbing the shoulder that you slapped. "for someone your height, you are quite strong, did you know that? jesus christ”. he mocked you with a pout.

"that's it, i'm suing wonsuk-subaenim's ass for making you delulu". you pretend to run away and gun-woo laughs at that, pulling you onto him one last time to kiss you.

"i am wounded, woman, have mercy". sometimes, you miss the unaware, irritably-innocent, and extreme-shy gun-woo you met a few months ago after he became friends with your cousin.

"kim geun-woo, behave or i am going to let you die on the streets".

"i'll accept it if you don't drive".

"are you calling me a bad driver?". the insult-

"no". he said nonchalantly, placing a last kiss on your cheek and letting you go. "let's go so we won't be late".

heya! a little disclaimer: everything i post is part of a one-universe post-ep8 that i've created, if that's okay. hope you liked it xx

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[ivy-loves-chocolate]

I saw you wanted some ideas for Leon so here’s mine: you’re hiding with him in the RPD from Mr.X in the stars office, and the more you talk the more you realize you’re into each other. A small make-out session turns into something more and Mr.X becomes your last worry.

Btw, I loved your recent Leon fic :3

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ N o t e ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ I found this in my drafts with a few paragraphs written and decided to finish it. I'll start the year with a smut, haha. Thank you, anon for the idea, and I'm sorry I made you wait 🙏❤️. I hope you like this 😊. I wanna write more about him, so keep the requests coming! Also, your feedback is appreciated ❤️.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ P a i r ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Leon S. Kennedy x F!Reader

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You were both panting as you barely escaped the monster that was chasing you relentlessly all night. He was tall and strong, and bullets didn't kill him. From the distance, it looked like a normal person given the simple outfit; he was wearing a hat and a trenchcoat, both black, but from up close, he was rather scary due to his grey skin and dead eyes. The height also added to the intimidating factor.

How did he end up dressed that way? You asked yourself as you saw him kneeling on the ground. Leon just emptied a clip by shooting his head. Apparently, bullets stop him for a bit, giving you a chance to run. Still, you couldn't help but be amused by his attire.

"Who the fuck gave this thing a fedora?" You asked quietly as you passed near him. "Like, it has to be custom made or something? Look at the size of its head…"

"Probably, but I think we have more important things to worry about right now."

You hurried outside the library and never stopped running. They just kept coming… from all directions. You tried blocking some windows, but it was useless.

All this time, you followed Leon's command, as he seemed more collected, even if he was just a rookie. You had a hunch that he was trying to impress you, and you had two reasons. One, you heard him curse like a sailor around the station before meeting him—something that didn't happen when he was with you—and two, you caught him staring at you a few times. He'd looked away every time you turned your attention to him, but he couldn't hide that smirk.

"This way," he whispered as he gently closed the door behind him.

"Where to-"

"Shh," he said, pointing to the ceiling. Your face turned pale at the sight of the horrendous creature that was crawling. Its sharp, long claws tapped on the surface as he walked on all fours; its brain was popping out, and he didn't appear to have any eyes. Terrified, you froze in place, but Leon grabbed your hand and guided you into the corridor.

"Just watch your steps, ok?" he whispered again in a soft voice, trying to soothen you. "Don't look at it; you'll be fine. Just stick with me."

With steady steps, you made your way to the STARS office and closed the door behind you. Leon pressed his ear on the door, and once he heard the licker crawling away, he told you that you were safe.

You let out a sigh of relief. You hadn't realised you were holding your breath until now.

"Good. Listen, do you mind if we rest a bit here? It's too much cardio for me," you joked.

"Sure, I could use some rest too."

The STARS office was clear, and you found supplies too. Some medicine, ammo, food, and water felt like a gift sent from God. There was also an armory, but it needed to be unlocked from the computer. A reminder that your work is far from done. Still, you tried to enjoy your small break. Leon was sitting at one desk from the edge, and you were sitting next to him. Behind you was a nice brown leather jacket, which you considered taking, but it was too big to fit you. The team's belongings were intact, making you wonder why they closed the unit so suddenly.

"Where do you think they are? Do you think they are safe?" you asked Leon, who was busy starring in the blank.

"They are probably doing better than we are. Those guys were elite."

"I think we're holding up pretty well, considering you're a rookie and I never touched a gun."

"Yeah…you almost blasted my brains back then," he chuckled.

"I'm sorry about that." You said it soflty and gently squeezed his forearm as a sign of comfort. "But you burst through that door, and I panicked."

"It's alright," he said, smiling. He smoothly slid his arm to the edge so he could grab your hand. Your fingers intertwined quickly.

"Thanks for the quick lesson, tho…it came in handy."

"No problem, you're a natural," he winked, which made you blush.

"Yeah, but I kinda had a great teacher."

"What can I say? I work best under stress."

You both chuckled. A short pause followed, in which both of you just stared at each other. Leon wanted to say so many things to you. He wanted to praise you for being so brave and for taking care of him; he wanted to tell you how lucky he feels to have found you in this mess, but he didn't know where to start.

"You ok?" you asked, seeing that he got lost in his thoughts again.

"Yeah, I'm fine… I was grateful for having you with me; that's all."

"Really? For a moment, I thought I slowed you down."

"Me slowing you down? You're faster than me. You actually left me behind a couple of times."

"Oh, that? I thought you did that on purpose...just trying to get rid of me."

He chuckled.

"Nah...I never wished to get rid of you. I really like having you around." He said.

"Me too..."

Neither of you let go of the other's hand.

You both stopped talking. Your smiles dropped and your eyes closed as you leaned forward towards each other. Soon, your lips touched over and over again, filling the room with faint sounds of kissing. You were both shy at first, but Leon got more courageous and came closer to you. His hands found your waist, and you cupped his face, prolonging the kiss. Soon, you felt Leon's tongue trying to find yours, and the kiss got a lot more intense.

Not carrying about Mr.X and other threats, you climbed onto Leon's lap and continued to kiss him with the same passion. Now you were closer to each other as you wrapped your arms around his neck, and he wrapped his big arms around your waist, hugging you and keeping you close.

It shows that Leon craved this kind of affection and intimacy from the sweet whimpers that came out occasionally.

"Wait…" he said as he broke the kiss. "I know a more comfortable chair…"

You didn't know what he meant until he suddenly stood up while managing to carry you and went to Wesker's office. He was a strong fella.

On his way, he never ceased to kiss you, becoming even more eager.

He sat on Wesker's chair, which was more comfortable and much bigger than the previous one. Since your legs had more room to rest, you had the strength to roll your hips over his crotch, letting out small, deep whimpers as you felt his bulge growing between your legs.

His hands squeezed your flesh as they ran along your waist. His muscles relaxed under your precise movements. His needy whines filled the room as you kept moving faster.

"Y/N…" He whispered shyly, breaking the kiss for a few seconds before coming to taste your lips again. He felt his cock throbbing in his pants. He wanted you; he craved you. It was unbearable.

You felt the same way, and your cunt was throbbing with excitement as you thought about him inside you…he felt…big…

With fast movements, you took your pants off, and then you proceeded to strip him off. His cock jumped in the air once his boxers slipped past those big thighs of his, and oh, what a sigh it was. He was long, thick, and leaked heavily in front of your eyes. You watched how a droplet of his precum glided along his length, making you drool. His tip glistered as it was basically drenched in his own juices.

You teasingly tapped his tip with one of your fingers, which made him whine loudly.

"Y/N…" he said, his attempt to maintain his composure being obvious.

"Shh. Just stick with me." You said this, looking at him with siren eyes.

You climbed back, one leg slidding next to him, and the other followed slowly. You raised a bit and aligned yourself above his tip. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you began to descend slowly and gasped when you felt his cock entering inside you. When he felt himself inside you, he pulled you again in a passionate, eager kiss.

Moans and whimpers filled Wesker's office quickly. You let out sharp, deep exhales as you took more and more of him. You struggled a bit at first, but both of you were so wet that after a few thrusts, you slid up and down with ease. Leon moved his hands to your ass, squeezing your cheeks hard with every throb of his cock. Not only did you feel him leak inside you, but you also felt how he rubbed that sweet spot inside you. It was pure bliss, which turned your mind foggy.

He also thrust his hips from beneath you, matching your own rhythm. You allowed yourselves to sink deeper into each other's touch without being bothered by what was happening out there. The kiss became messier, the touching more intense, and the thrusts more erratic as you chased your own release.

However, Leon felt that his time would come sooner, so he lifted you spontaneously and placed you on the desk, knocking down everything that would make you uncomfortable. Was that too loud? He didn't care.

"You are so strong, officer." You teased him and gave him the same dirty look, enjoying how that made him visibly weaker. He rolled his eyes and lowered his head a bit to the side, trying to hide his blushing cheeks.

His cock was halfway inside you now, and his arm rested near your head. With a deep breath, he began to thrust inside you, and he maintained eye contact this time. His face was still red, but not because of embarrassment, but because of how good your cunt made him feel. You wrapped your legs around his waist so you could feel him deeper.

His pace was slow at first, and he didn't go all in. It was pleasant, of course, but you wanted more, so you gently pulled him closer with your legs.

Understanding your intentions, he went all in, his balls constantly slapping your skin with each thrust. His breathing became faster, and your moans became louder as he finally hit that spot inside you again. When he picked up the pace, he placed his big thumb at your clit and stroked it fast. You felt a familiar pressure in your lower belly, and your throbbing cunt gave him a clue that you were about to cum.

"Leon…don't stop…" You said it between whimpers.

With his final strength, he went even faster with both his thrusts and strokes, and finally, he felt your wall clenching around his cock. With rolled eyes and curled toes, you grabbed his forearms as the orgasm hit you hard. A few seconds after your climax, you heard his moans getting louder. Then you felt hot spurts of his cum filling you up fast.

Both of you were trying to catch your breath now. Leon collapsed on top of you and allowed himself to indugle with your gentle touch for a few moments. Your arms were tightly wrapped around his tired body, with one hand playing with some strands of his blonde, smooth hair. The other caressed his back.

His nose was buried in your neck, enjoying the warmth and comfort that your body provided.

"I never thought I'd get laid on my first day as a police officer," he muffled, making you chuckle.

"Well, I bet you never expected a zombie apocalypse either."

"To be honest, if you would've asked me a few days ago which was more likely to happen, I'd go for the zombie apocalypse."

You chuckle again.

"You need to be more confident, Leon." Your fingers moved to his nape. "You're a great guy."

Once he felt your feather-like touch, he sighed with satisfaction.

"Oh yeah, just like that."

You began to massage gently. All this time, he remained inside you, and neither of you protested.

"You like that?"

He let out an affirmative hum.

"I'll tell you what," you began in a soft, calming voice. "When this is over, we keep in touch and go on a normal date. To get to know each other, you know?"

"Sounds good, but we need to get out of here in one piece…"

"Hmm…yeah…let's do that then."

He pulled out eventually and helped you get dressed.

You slowly made your way out of the STARS office, then made your way further into the station, looking for a way out. Now you look at the situation with a little more hope. Maybe it's because of the sex, or maybe you realised you have someone to count on. Who knows, but one thing is sure: you lived to go on your first date.

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[sanakimohara]

“Pretty When You Cry” B.C.

“Although she is alone…she knows the truth.” + “If you think I’m pretty lay your hands on me…”

Summary: Chan as a yandere. Borderline stalking type of yandere to be exact.

WARNING: MDNI, cursing, smut obviously, mentions of kidnapping, and cnc…among other things.

A/N: this was a request and it caught my interest so I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did while thinking/writing about it.

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A knife could slice right through the thick tension between you and Chan right now.

Not because his eyes were glaring daggers straight into your Bambi like stare or that you were purposely keeping your distance from him by sticking close to the nearest exit. No, the reason was much more complicated.

You. More specifically, you assuming Chan wouldn’t be jealous or possessive of you.

Now, he had you all alone to ‘talk’ but you knew that just meant your night was about to riddled with consequences from him. So, planted yourself near the door -a useless precaution you took to feel safer.

Little did you know, he’d locked it the moment you wandered into his room. You came to him under the impression he just wanted to show you something he’d been working on and was only slightly aware of his true intentions.

Now, you wished more than ever that you’d paid more attention to your small suspicions, but it was too late for you to leave without having to go through him. Chan made sure of that by pocketing his hotel room key card.

“Chan, please..” you started to reason with him, voice trembling slightly as you spoke, and your body involuntarily pressing against the locked door as he stood up abruptly. His face was unnervingly expressionless but his eyes were piercing, swirling with all the intensity of emotions you’d become familiar with.

Jealousy, lust, and possessiveness. Anger was present too -steadily growing the longer he replayed the image of you flirting with some random staff member during their concert.

“Let me ask you something,” Chan was now inches from you, his entire body dwarfing yours in comparison, and his voice shallow with simmering rage. He really was terrifying when upset and with envy added into the mix he was downright evil sometimes.

Shamefully, it turned you on more than anything else. Being afraid of him, what he might do you, and how he’d take his anger out on you. It was so wrong for you to be wet already, merely in Chan’s presence, and forced to stay there until he decided to let you go.

Which was never, in his opinion.

“Do you like pissing me off?,” he nearly growls the question and your tummy does several slips hearing the rasp carry through to his accent. “N-no, I don’t Chan-“ you answer him carefully, face heating up as your fear amps up to new heights when he grabs your jaw with one hand and places the other above your head to lean forward on. “Yes, you fucking do. Why else would you go around whoring yourself out to other men then?” Chan taunts you with a faux smile, raising his brows slightly to add to his condescending tone, and you huff softly in return.

“Channie, I promise we were just-“ you’re cut off again as his hand on your face falls to your throat, gripping it tight until you have to hiss in a breath, and cling to his wrist with both of your small hands. Chan holds you there, counting the seconds until he sees tears prick your lidded eyes, and only then does he loosen his hold on you.

“I don’t care what you were doing, little one. This is the last time you’ll ever try me, understood?” You could barely hear him over your heart drumming your ears from being choked so ruthlessly seconds ago, and when you don’t answer him immediately Chan takes that as a sign of defiance on your end.

His tongue poked the inside of his cheek, dark eyes filling with a new emotion as he watched you struggle to breathe with his hand still putting pressure on your throat. You already looked so broken in for him, probably bound to drop to your knees if he let you go, and your pathetic attempts to wriggle out of his grasp never failed to amuse him.

Chan would never let you go, you knew that, but still tried with all your might to fight him off -even if you’d been craving his affection the whole time.

It was part of your dynamic. Chan could drag you through hell and back, you’d insist on running away, but ultimately fail and let him do whatever he wanted to you.

“I think you need a little reminder of who you belong to,” Chan hums lowly, passing his thumb over the fullness of your bottom lip before slowly pushing it into your warm mouth. “Suck,” he commands, pressing down on your tongue slightly as you start to do exactly that. Quiet whimpers vibrate through your throat as you lick and suck on his thumb, doe eyes sparkling with need as he watched you obey his every word.

You could feel his hardened cock through his jeans, the length of it pressed right against your pelvis and lower stomach, and you were tempted to reach down and palm him just for the hell of it. Unfortunately, he’d quickly pull your hand away, reminding you that “you’re not allowed to touch daddy until I say you can…”

You hated that rule but knew the consequences for breaking it would only leave you edged to the brink of delirium and his cum plowed deep into your sore womb.

Chan was certainly not the man to tease -unless you were prepared to endure the corresponding punishment.

So, you took pleasure in sucking on his fingers, imagining it was cock instead, and continuously drooling on his digits until he removed them. You coughed softly as he did, chest heaving, and eyes still watering as they refocused on his face.

Chan couldn’t help but chuckle at your disoriented expression, always so neat and sweet in public, but behind closed doors and in his view you just looked like a love sick pup waiting to be used.

You half expected him to push you down to your knees, already accepting your fate of him using your throat as his personal cock sleeve, but Chan had other ideas.

He closed the distance between you two, ducking his head to capture your spit slick lips with his plump ones. You moaned as he pushed his tongue past yours, taking his time to explore your mouth, and swallowing the short and desperate noises you let out in between each kiss.

Your hold on his veiny wrist and arm traced up to his neck, gently massaging the muscle there before your fingers tangled through the hair at the back of his head. Chan grunted into your mouth when lightly pulled on his dark hair, “I should’ve fucked you in front of him,” he mumbles harshly against your lips, hands gripping your hips to turn you around in one quick motion.

A small yelp flies from your chest as your frontside meets the cold surface, Chan’s body weighing down on yours as his hands slid from your waist to the closure of your black high waisted shorts. He started to undo the tedious buttons and zipper while tracing his lips down the right side your neck. You whined as he littered mark after mark on your unblemished skin, his hands now hooked on the sides of your shorts to pull them off, and his heavy breaths causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

“You would’ve liked that, yeah? Daddy fucking you in front of everyone so they’ll never forget who you belong to?” His chest rumbled against your back as he spoke, tone bordering on desperation as you whined and reached a hand up to caress one side of his face. “Yes,” you moan loudly, finally shedding your usual timid nature to fully enjoy the moment, and Chan smirked against skin hearing your delicate voice reach a new octave.

“You’re such a slut, and you’re all mine too,” he muses, slipping one hand right between your shaking thighs, and delving past the fabric of your underwear to cup your mound. “Ahm…stop! No..!” You half moan and half whimper as he takes in the soaking expanse of your cunt.

It was embarrassing. You were definitely more than eager to have him touch you and now he knew it.

Chan laughed dryly at your pathetic attempt to refuse him, fingers sliding up and down your folds to collect as much of your cum as possible before swirling those same fingers around your clit. “You want me to stop? That’s not what your body wants, now is it, baby?” He didn’t need you to answer, your broken cries were enough for him, and the dazed look in your eyes only intensified as he played with your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“…s-stop p-please….ill be good…just-just let me go…” you try again to win your freedom, voice cracking as a few tears began to trickle down your flushed cheeks. His attention to your clit had migrated to your entrance, prodding it open with two thick fingers before he shoved them into you as deep as possible. “Fuck ..,” Chan inhaled sharply from how tight your cunt was, already clenching around his fingers like you’d break if he put anymore in.

He might’ve came right then and there if he hadn’t already built his stamina up but his cock still twitched just from the constant pulsing of your wet core.

“Daddy, s’ too much....” you weakly called for his attention, panting as he curled, pumped, and twirled his fingers inside you. He reached every spot that made you see stars and even had you circling your hips to the pace of his hand. “I don’t care,” Chan responded gruffly, back to marking your neck and shoulder as he sped the pace of his fingers up.

You choked on a string of moans, face contrasting into a mindless picture of pleasure as he abused your cunt. “Nooo.. ah!” You tried your best to keep protesting, yet he only added to your torture by slowly circling his thumb on your clit . Now, you were at a loss for words, head emptying of any thoughts besides cumming on his hand.

You were incredibly close to the edge and Chan noticed from just one look at your beautifully lost and delirious stare. Your head lulled back onto his shoulder, eyes rolling slightly as he brought you to your climax with precise pumps into your dripping cunt. “Cumming…” you whimper into the crook of his neck, letting the smell of his cologne fill your head as the knot in your tummy snapped. He groaned as you gushed on his hand, making a mess in your lacey underwear as well, and watched you rock your hips to ride your high out.

Chan smiled at the sight, in love with how messy and careless you could be when he touched you. “You’re gonna cum like this on my cock next, princess…” he announced it like a command and all you could muster was a shaky exhale followed with a lazy smile as you felt him drag his fingers out of your sticky entrance.

“You’ll never forget what it means to be owned by me again, baby girl..”

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Should I make a PT2? I kind of already did hehehe….we will see how PT1 goes first, yeah? 🖤

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[haute-pockette]

The Doctor's incarnations have fears associated to what caused their regenerations Two acting childlike and whimsical because he's afraid of growing old again. He's scared of becoming a crotchety old man that will die alone. He surrounds himself with friends just as he much with surrogates, to help him feel like he isn't too old to be running about having adventures. Three having a lot of complex and mixed feelings about the Time Lords. He resents them for what they did to him and his companions, but also very scared of facing that fate again should cross their path once more. Four can't stand spiders. They didn't directly kill him, but damn did they play a big part leading up to his regeneration. They give him the willies and Sarah Jane and Romana always have to take care of invading arachnids while he is perched safely on the center console. Five hating heights might actually be canon, he's shown freaking out on a cliff in Castrovalva and hating every minute of a plane ride in Time Flight. Boy likes to keep his feet firmly where he doesn't risk falling. He'll get vertigo if too close to a ledge. Six being scared of getting sick. While this one is more vague, it was the fever of Spectrox Toxemia that kills, so I could see him being panicky and over compensating when it comes to illnesses. Pulls manflu pity every time: bed rest, tea, soup, hot waterbottle on the forehead, reciting rhetoric about his woes. Poor Peri and Mel has to tend to his drama. I can also see him hating bats but in a "why can't you fuckers make more than a tiny vial of milk, asshole???" kind of way. I think Seven's might also be canon (in the books at least) with the way he mentally locked away his Sixth self in fear of the Valeyard. Though he wasn't really a cause for regeneration, he certainly set the Doctor on the path to it. Eight terrified of medicine and hospitals. Aspirin is already deadly to Time Lords, anesthesia fucked up his regeneration. This boy won't go to a medical professional unless he's dragged in unconscious. He will look at broken leg twisted out of shape and claim he can walk it off. The Warrior/War Doctor scared of failing people the way he did Cass. His spirit for hope and brighter ending to the war broken when he regenerated. He became the one that got his hands dirty because he was too scared to let anyone else die under his care.

Nine scared of war. War Doctor held off his regeneration for years to keep fighting, and Nine clearly does his best to step away from the incarnation he hated being more than anything. Like he said, "Coward, any day." Ten is a bit tricky. He's scared of Daleks, losing companions. He's scared that people around him will be willing to sacrifice themselves for him. Scared of the heart of the Tardis, the very soul of time itself ripping away what/who he loves. After Rose is safe from it he was very careful to never let anyone open it again. Eleven scared to see another Time Lord again. He's heartbroken about being the last of his kind. Romana, Brax, Damon all gone. The Master's plans had gotten so much more violent and destructive and insane than they used to be. The other Time Lords so desperate to escape the Time Locked war that they'd destroy time to do it. He's scared of everything ending if the Time Lords return. I haven't really seen enough of Twelve or past that to give proper interpretations on them, but I'm pretty sure Twelve is determined not to be seen as an old man. It's like he sees this new cycle as starting over so he's trying to act like he's the young, rebellious first incarnation? idk

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[imma-queencard]

Steal your heart.(Royal AU!) part1

Pairings: Royal Advisor J. Wonwoo x thief female reader (slight mentions of seungcheol)

Genre:Fluff,suggestive.

Ratings: mentions of communism. Both are a bit egoist and narcissist. Stealing, cursing.

P.s: previous name of this oneshot is "phil+sophy=You & Me"

You climbed over the enormous marble wall holding your bag over your shoulder. Your fingers instinctively checked the zipper of the bag. The last thing you wanted was to slip your stolen stuff from the bag. You were about to ride down the wall with the rope you hung when you intruded in.

"Really?" Your body got stiff. Did you get caught? You looked back to the man. His sleepy face still shining under the moonlight. His sleepy hair strands falling over his large forehead. His fingers tucking in his spectacles. You were at loss of words. Your brain kicking in to jump off the wall and run the hell out of life. But your legs just froze over the wall.

But-but there was none in the master's bedroom when you were stealing his fortune.

"Get down. Now" you heard him spoke in husky tone. And this time,it kicked in. Run.

You grabbed your mask tight to your face and tried to jump off the other side. Your panicking got the best out of you and your left leg slipped. You fell. You fell inside his territory. You waited for your body to crash the ground which never came. Your eyes looked at the bag which was lying on the ground near his posture. You whined.

You were caught.

You were about to beg him not to send you to the patrol guards, you realised his large hands literally holding you in bridal style. Your eyes bulged out.

"Put me down AAAAAH!" you screamed. You might be a thief but it was still improper to get that intimate with a man. You didnt want to ruin your honor like this. At least while stealing.

"You-you're a woman.." he trailed off in confusion when one of his hands practically ripped off your mask despite your protests. You tried to hide your face with your palms.

"Fucking put me down,YOU,PERVERT!!' You screamed throwing your legs in air frantically.

"Holy shit! You-you drop me on the grass?" You grimaced in pain. You gritted your teeth looking up at his emotionless eyes. His eyebrows still knitted together.

"You asked for it.." he replied inching closer to you. With a look of curiosity in his deer like eyes. He was towering you with his almost 6feet height.

"Stay away you Pervert!" You tried to search anything near you that you could use as a weapon against this large man. You saw the man gulp hearing your curse. Totally displeased with your unladylike cursing at him.

"You seriously dare to steal me?Really?Do you even know who I'm?" he asked

You crawled back reaching your bag slowly. Gripping it's laces so that you could throw it over him if it needed.

"I- You are anything but the king!So don't brag out for nothing!" you retorted before biting your cheeks. You better beg,Y/N. "But-but please let me go. I won't steal anymore..this is the last time I promise.." you mumbled. Trying to look as innocent as possible.

You saw his lips' corner twitch for a mere second,"Yeah,Right. I'm the royal adviser of your highness, Yes, not the king himself though."

"Sch-scholar Jeon Wonwoo? " You gasped out standing on your feet in shock. He raised one of his eyebrows in question.

"I-I'm so sorry,sir,I didn’t know it was your house-I-I am SORRRY!" You screamed the last words before throwing your bag at his face and ran with all your might to the wall. You climbed the wall in one go this time. And jump to the opposite side before sparing a glance at the said man who was staring at you holding his forehead. He was standing there with loss of words.

"I'M SO SORRY SCHOLAR JEOOON!" He heard your screaming over the wall and rubbed his forehead in confusion.

You were terrified for the next few days. Never in your life you thought the royal advisor would be living like any other ordinary higher class people with no guards surrounding his house at all. If you thought about the royal advisor, you could picture at least 10 guards around the house.

You were so afraid that he would track you down and put you in dungeon. It was actually easy for him. You didn’t even dare to put a feet outside your house these days. You had heard of others talking about him being a calm person,fighting for justice, pioneer of philosophy blah blah.

You stopped in front of the sweet shop. Wearing a long red dress reaching your ankle. Hair tied neatly in two braids. If anyone saw you now,none would believe you were the same woman at night. You were oggling at the white sweet placed over the counter with a red jelly on top. That looked so tasty. Calculating how much money you had in your purse.

"Now planning to rob this innocent man,don't we?"

You literally jumped on your feet in fear. Facing the man whom you were trying to avoid for a week. Your fingers clasped your pink purse tight.

"No,no,Scholar Jeon. You're mistaking me for someone else..I'm a genuine customer here.." You said taking out some coins from your purse to show him. You saw him stare at you without saying another words. You bit your lip in tension.

Will he say anything rather staring at my face? You thought. You couldn’t help peeking a glance at him. He was wearing a black suit and pant with a cute blue tie hanging around his neck. His hair neatly covering his forehead. He was..ethereal.

You cleared your throat as the scene gaining some unwanted attention from others,"May I take my leave,Scholar Jeon? "

"Don't rob innocent people,ms y/n. You are requested to exercise some wit in this case unless you want me go hard on you and you meet serious consequences for your actions" he threatened looking straight into your eyes.

"I know how hard it is to remain a poor and a underprivileged person in this rotting society unlike you,Scholar Jeon,I'm no harm to them. The harm is you,the people of your aristocratic society who are running a bull dodger over these helpless people to gain the maximum interest out of them." You retorted straight looking into his eyes.

You saw his eyes twitched, "For such a thief of yourself, you quite fancy talk a lot,ms Y/N. You must exercise when and where to open your mouth unless you wan-"

You cut him off, "I know you could put me in dungeon in an instant for my audacity that night. Even you can exercise your royal power right away. But.." you paused, "I'm the representative of all those men of this so called lower class society who has nothing but pure hatred towards the royal court. You can arrest me this instant but my opinion remains the same." You spat out fuming in anger. It was always like this. Them denying their privileges.

You didn’t know how long you had stared into his eyes waiting for his answer. This was getting hard. Being towered by his height. His demeanor. Since when did you get this bravery to give philosophy lectures to the best scholar of this kingdom?

"This doesn't validate your stealings,ms.y/n. Stop stealing and come to the royal court,I may offer you a living of which your guardians would be proud of."

"I don't need your sympathy,sir. " You replied and turned back in anger. The last thing you wanted was sympathy from this man. You chose this path. You didnt want pity.

You found yourself cursing as your trembling legs led you to your home. Not even bothering to go inside and buy your favorite sweet.

Your tongue suddenly felt so bitter.

Two days later you received a letter with a seal of royal court above the envelope. You were sad that it had to end like this. What were you doing anyway? Looting those oppressors from high class society to give their fortune to the helpless. You were so happy seeing their happy tears whenever they would receive some fortunes anonymously. How they would thank the God crying for the blessings.How they were at least getting to eat 3meals a day..

All came to end just for your foolishness. You should have at least known whose house you were planning to loot. Maybe you didnt have to talk back to him that day at bazar. What were you thinking anyway?

You tore the envelope and took out the paper.

Ms.Y/N,

Your philosophy sounded as idiotic as you that day. Your books of choice might be misleading you with the concept of society. You are on the torn page of pseudo communism that making you delusional on the principles of modern society. You're indeed in need of a good and worthy guidance so that you can exercise some basics of society and enlighten yourself with your illusions.

So,my cordial offer for you to attend me next evening at my residence. We may discuss about your lacking of philosophy and politics with two cups of coffee and some heavenly toasts.

Regards,

Scholar Jeon Wonwoo.

You finished reading the letter as your hand crumbled the whole paper in anger and humiliations. How dare he to show an invisible middle finger to your ideology! Audacity of this man! You were seeing red in anger. You took out an paper and started writing. Venting out all your angers, insults towards this narcissist man.

Heck with you,Scholar Jeon Wonwoo!

"Scholar Jeon?You look quite absentminded today..are you feeling well?" The king Seungcheol's voice drag him out of his thoughts. He looked at the other members of the royal court.

"Um-no..it's just-I'm fine,your highness.." Scholar Jeon mumbled earning a giggle from the queen.

"I anticipate scholar Jeon is not bothered by any woman these days,No?" The queen taunted seeing the said man's ear turning red. It was the demerits of being that close to the king and the queen.

"No!My queen..this scholar is perfectly fine here.. read some newly bought books last night that still lingers in my head.." he trailed off with a flustered face.

"If that woman lingers in your mind that much Scholar Jeon.." The king stopped and corrected seeing Wonwoo's flustered face," Sorry,the newly bought books then don't pressure your head too much with that you know?...The last thing I want my royal advisor to get insomnia out of all the things and get distracted in important meetings."

"Nothing to be sorry about,your highness." Wonwoo managed to say despite feeling the second meaning behind the king's words. " I may go and check some errands now if you pardon,your highness..." Jeon Wonwoo stood up and bowed before the king and the queen before excusing himself from the hall.

He started walking out of the hall. He hated to admit that the woman from some nights ago still lingered in his head. He never felt about a woman in such way. How she schooled him amidst a crowdy bazar about her foolish ideology which she believed to be true. No sane person would dare to school him after reaching this stage and status of his life. Alas!what an idiot she was!

All the scholars not only this kingdom even in the neighbouring ones would just tremble on the context of knowledge and etiquette before him. And this woman?

He wanted to see her,talk to her more. He would love to hear her nonsense in the name of sociology. He craved that rebel he saw in her eyes. He couldn’t refrain himself from writing to her.. He tried hard but failed.It had been a week since he was eagerly waiting for her reply. Every hour felt like-

"Scholar Jeon,this is for you" A guard stepped in and handed him an envelope. He told the guard to leave when he saw the name "ms y/n" written on it.

He couldn’t contempt himself anymore. He tore the envelope in the hall and started reading.

Dear Scholar Jeon,

I'm very much delighted to have your offer as an ordinary commoner from your society. It is however utterly surprising to me that the infamous Scholar Jeon Wonwoo lacks the basics of communication skills and etiquette pathetically. Inviting a young grown up bachelor woman for a private session seems inappropriate and unjustifiable to me unless you,yourself is an unstable person. I see our royal advisor as a pervert who brags philosophy and politics to woo multiple marriageable ladies than working for our highness. I may decline your inappropriate offer on the name of God but you, the royal advisor being a narcissist is the last thing a kingdom can want of. Hence,as a good citizen of this kingdom, I'm obliged to offer my help to you as you need to exercise morality foremost.

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This evening,5.

As you need a worthy and good guidance to exercise the basics of communication and morality, I accept your cordial offer cordially so that you can enlighten yourself of being a narcissist and a useless pervert in the context of a society.

Regards,

Y/N"

His face broke into smile despite reading all the curses against him. He was ready to see how far this philosophy discussion would lead him to. He was ready to dive in any aspects of this ocean of feelings.

"Time to go and make some toasts."

Author note: This is my first svt piece! Wonwoo with spectacles is just so breath taking idk what more to say *giggles*. Anyway, this is not proofread so please bear with it. And also added some unrelated tags for better reach. Sorry! Loves❤️

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[kandisheek]

Prompts, you say? 🤔

Stony & the phrase "you never saw me"

Here you go, sorry for the wait!

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Steve was waiting in Tony's office with a stack of papers for them to go through when Tony rushed in, held up a hand before Steve could even mutter a greeting and hissed, “You never saw me.”

Then Steve bore witness to Tony Stark, tech giant and billionaire, crawling underneath his desk like a child.

“What –“ Steve said right before the door banged open again.

“Where is he?” Pepper shouted, her usually composed face dotted with bright red cheeks. Steve knew her anger wasn't directed at him, but he still hunched his shoulders in defense when she whipped around to him and gave him a glare. “Did you see him?”

“No, ma'am,” Steve said, carefully not looking at the desk. He raised the folders in his arms. “I'm waiting for him too.”

“I swear to god,” Pepper spat, marching back out with her heels clicking a fierce rhythm against the floor. “Where are you? Tony!”

The door fell shut behind her, and Steve waited for a few tense seconds while Pepper's footsteps faded in the distance. Then he turned towards the desk. “She's gone.”

“Oh thank god,” Tony sighed, head popping up over the edge with a genuinely terrified look on his face. “She would've killed me.”

“What did you do?” Steve asked, but Tony waved him off, climbing into his chair with an ungainly shuffle and a groan, rubbing his hip.

“It's fine, it'll blow over.” Tony grinned at him. “You really did me a solid there. Thanks, Cap.”

“You shouldn't hide from Pepper,” Steve said, despite the fact that he'd just helped him do exactly that. He couldn't even explain why he hadn't ratted Tony out. “If she's looking for you, it's probably important.”

“Ah, but you're more important,” Tony said with a wink that made Steve's heart twinge. “How can I help you, Cap? Anything you want, I owe you one.”

Steve ignored the flutter in his stomach in favor of lifting the papers in his hand. “Go through these with me? Fury needs them on his desk by tomorrow.”

“Seriously?” Tony sighed, though he was still smirking. “A carte blanche from Tony Stark, and you want to do paper work? I thought you were more creative than that.”

The look in Tony's eyes was a challenge and a dare, and Steve reacted on impulse, drawing himself up to his full height.

“Well, if anything goes, how about dinner tonight?”

Tony blinked but seemed to catch himself barely a second later. “Sure, whatever, I'd cash out for that anyway. Burgers?”

“I was thinking Italian. You could wear that nice suit from our last charity ball.” Steve smiled. “You looked real handsome in it. Don't know if I told you. And I'll pay, since I'm the one asking you out.”

Tony's eyes narrowed as they darted over Steve's face like he was looking for something. “Well, this all sounds like rather more than dinner now, Cap. Careful, I might get ideas.”

“I do mean a date,” Steve said, secretly reveling in the way Tony's face slackened in shock. “You did say carte blanche, right? If anything goes, then I want a date.”

Tony looked like he was about to say something before he seemed to change his mind, his expression dropping back into his signature smirk. “Well, if that's what you want, I'll knock your socks off, darling. You'll get the full Stark ride, satisfaction guaranteed.”

“Looking forward to it.” Steve deliberately kept his face neutral as he slid the papers onto Tony's desk. “Can you look through these some time today? We'll discuss them later.”

“Shop talk is distasteful on the first date, Captain,” Tony drawled, and Steve smiled at him.

“Don't worry. No business, strictly pleasure.” He allowed himself a wink before he turned and walked away to the sound of Tony spluttering behind him. Steve held in his grin until the door fell shut, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe he'd done that just now, but it seemed as though fortune favored the bold.

Sure, Tony probably thought he was joking, but that was alright. Steve had a full night to convince Tony that he was serious. And if it all went well, Steve might even get that Stark ride Tony had promised. He was pretty sure he had this in the bag.

They didn't call him a master strategist for nothing.

#marvel #stony #fanfic #snippet #steve tony #fanfic asks

[mylittlegemlins]

Spy x family hurt/comfort ideas for destroy your soul:

-loid and yor are expecting a child, anya is jealous that they don't love her as much as their own child.

-Loid, speaking seriously with Sylvia: " fuck it, I'm going to keep them and if you want me to continue being your star spy, you're going to give me missions that don't involve falling in love with women or adopting children, one is enough for me. "

-Loid thinks about the joy his wife and daughter bring him: God, when was the last time I did something just for… fun? Why I didn't do it befo-... oh right... This is a mission

-Loid wonders how Yor had never dated anyone until she was 27, then Yor interprets something very literal and Loid thinks, oh that's why.

-Since Loid saw that Anya had too much stress after the sandbox test, he is very worried about her mental health. Anya stares into space because she's busy thinking about what he thought. But he thinks that the poor girl she is dissociating due to a trauma and he tries to repair her with kisses and hugs.

-The mission ends on the night of a full moon, so Anya has no idea if her father plans to get rid of them, or how, or when, she just stays close to her parents for as long as she can.

-Yor begins to question if she is going to be married to Loid until death do them part, since she barely knows Loid... Well, she knows him a little... For a year... But she is not sure of her feelings for him.

- -Loid finally decides to take Anya to the doctor because bleeding from the nose every time you get overwhelmed by loud noises might not be normal. Anya is just terrified that the doctors will open her brain and see that she has her powers, somehow. he also discovers that she is very low in weight and height for her age and worries even more.

-you love me? Direct question to destroy the heart of the best spy in the country, especially if it comes from a child, especially if it comes from an orphan, especially if it comes from his daughter who has never lived more than 4 months with an adoptive family because they did not get attached to her. Answer honestly, she will know if you lie.

-The Strix mission ended. Loid abandons Anya and breaks up with Yor without much explanation. only to regret it 15 minutes later and run to find them.

-Anya obtains 7 tonitrus having already 7 stellas. And she knows that expulsion is closer than the prize. So she runs away from home.

- Anya is finally ready to tell Loid a little about her birth mother and the orphanage, and it hurts.

-Anya never had a birthday party because there was no budget at the orphanage. Loid is able to hiring even the boys who cry if that makes his daughter happy

-Yor is hospitalized due to a fight and telling your husband that you have appendicitis is easier than explaining to him that some criminals shot you 3 times in the hip and who the hell you're still alive.

-Bond has to bite one Forger to save them from some imminent danger he predicted but the rest of the family panics and gets very angry with Bond.

-"If you keep getting close to dangerous guys you are going to get really hurt one day." Ergo, Anya gets hurt.

-Did you know that adoptable children in real life know that their chances of being adopted go down as they grow older because most only adopt babies? Anya knows it.

-Loid and Yor have no choice but to sleep together because their daughter is terribly ill in the hospital and her last wish is to sleep with them together. Or she actually has a common cold and they took her to the emergency room because they panicked when her fever went up 0.1 degrees.

- Damian wants to hang out with Anya but he would never let Emilie and Ewen find out.

-Loid comforting Anya during an anxiety attack because he thinks it's because of her past and only he knows.

-Instead of directly saying that he wants to keep his family or give up being a spy, he begins by extending the mission for 4 more months, and then another 4 more. And when he realizes 4 years have passed.

-Yor asks Loid about his dead ex-wife because they will never go to leave her flowers or he doesn't have old photos of her and baby Anya. Loid has many photos to fake.

T/W torture

-Anya biological father is a voluteer or one of the scientist because she was made by artificial insemination so that she was born, Anya's mother was kidnapped from a rural town where her language was almost extinct.

-The scientists remove Anya's mother's tongue so that she cannot communicate with her other than through her telepathy.

-The scientists being really mad the first time that her powers didn't work during the full moon.

-Still has nightmares about the electroshock in the laboratory every time she failed the tests. Her parents try to console her but she can't tell them anything, even if she wants. still hurts.

#spy x family #anya forger #sxf #spy x family headcanons #spyxfamily #loid forger #spy x family anya #yor forger

[ykiwrite]

behind the scenes

description: georgie was feeling way too comfortable with your girlfriend and emergency was needed

warnings: fluff, angst, suggestive

word count: 1.3k

"And just as we finished shooting that scene, i saw Jenna standing over there looking so terrified 'cause-" said Georgie unable to contain his laugh from escaping.

He was putting all of his weight on one particular person he sat next to.

Jenna.

The apparent height difference, the difference in personalities, both undeniably eye catching people made them look like fairytale couple.

That refers to an untrained eye who knows nothing about who's dating who really.

You watched them while nested in the depths of the couch shared with as well laughing Emma. A fluffy blanket over the two of you did not help with the slumber you were falling into. The feeling of Emma shaking from laughter kept you awake and on standby. Both thankful for it and silently despising it.

Actually, forget it. You couldn't fall asleep even if you wanted to. Georgie and his storytelling was on volume 100, it was too hot in the room, too loud and Jenna was too far away.

Never really the jealous type but today something was in the air. Except you didn't know what exactly.

Perhaps it's because this week's schedule was terrible. Perhaps, you just missed her. Perhaps today's day at work went not so smoothly and you hoped a fraction of comfort for the end of the day could be found on the set with Jenna.

Jenna, who without a second thought saw through all of your complaints over texts demanded you drop by for a few hours.

Turns out everyone was evidently having a blast, you could not relate to that. Maybe it's the part of the acting, the actors high or such. You weren't sure if that was Jenna's attempt of making you feel better. It probably was not, she'd go out of her way for it. It's just how the pieces fell and you ended up on the filming set. If she had the time and space she would do it differently.

Whatever the reason, you picked to withdraw in silence. With not enough energy to speak, drained and drowsy it seemed like the best answer.

Fairly annoyed by the sight of Georgie going out of comfortable bounds with his hand around her shoulder surely reflected on your expression.

"Pssstt..." secretly called out Jenna with no intentions of stopping Georgie's rambling.

Simply looking at her and nodding gave her a green light to continue. In series of polite movements, she removed his hand and leaned over the table. Hoping you will copy her but you didn't made her puzzled. She kept staring, squinting her eyes, trying to figure you out. After a few seconds with no avail that turned into a pleading pout;

"Please?"

With a sigh, you raised yourself with help of hands. Not bothering to fix stoic face of yours, finally eye to eye with her.

"Hey," she whispered with a smile that almost broke you out of character.

"Jenna, i'm not up for jokes."

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. You good?" she asked genuinely, swiping a strand of messy hair out of your place.

"Oh wow, you actually noticed? I thought Georgie was more interesting." It's a bitter line and tone Jenna is not used to. Especially coming from you.

She looked at you with invisible question marks above her and continued, "Of course i did but i admit he is a bit too talkative today." She gave him one last glance before her eyes scanned you up and down. She was suspicious of something. One thing in particular she was positive of.

"Hold on, you're not..." she wasn't sure whether to push it or let it slide.

"What?"

"You jealous?" She took a dare and let it be heard.

Were you offended? Not really, more like just shocked and caught red handed. Even from her first try. Not moving an inch, trying to keep what's left of your cool, you told her "No? I'm just wondering is he always like that? No wonder everyone ships you two."

A grin on her face portraying the complete opposite of how you're feeling right now started to bother you. It usually meant she read right through and there was no defense left to use.

Promptly leaving her chair only to kneel next to your figure on the couch. Soft hand rested on your leg supporting her. In not the best position to be, compromising even.

"You know so well i could care less about him," tilting her head, "romantically."

"Romantically?" you repeated to chase what's that supposed to mean.

"He's my friend and we're pretty much forced to look at each other everyday on the set. It's not like i can escape him." A rested hand on your leg was sort of a comfort. Comfort that would last if it weren't for her fingers repeating circles around.

Slightly distracted knowing she would get worse if you let her continue.

With no goal nor energy for fighting about her valid answer, you simply nodded. But would you be her girlfriend if you didn't know that's not a sufficient answer? You are not off the hook.

Mainly because she cares and wanted to make up for it. And because there's a rule no one should go to bed mad.

A grand idea was being forged in Jenna's head while you talked about today's events. Not that she didn't listen, she was just calculating the risks and advantages of the idea while listening.

"Hey Georgie?" Jenna asked loudly, turning to him.

"Yeah?"

"Remind me, how long is our break?"

"Uhh," pondered Georgie while checking time on his phone, "we still got over 20 minutes free. Why?"

"Nothing, just wondering." All of her attention back to you again.

Quickly, without looking shady, she signaled her head over to point out the direction you two were supposed to go. Like it's your secret language, though you had no idea what's she on about.

"Jenna, i don't-"

Being pulled by the hands never allowed you to finish the sentence. Standing on your feet, you offered her unfazed stare.

"We got 20 minutes to spare. That's plenty." She said with confidence, her legs ready to sprint out of the room. The less time wasted the better.

"For what? I know how your set looks already, i had a tour."

It was possibly the most amusing disappointed state you ever saw Jenna in. In disbelief but loving you no less, her hand linked with yours in rush.

"No, i know. It was wild, that's why i told Hunter-", Georgie got startled by his coworker's hurried steps, "Where are you guys going?"

If he let one more second pass Jenna wouldn't have to lose time. "Just around the building."

"You already showed her the entire place three times already." Now Emma sided with Georgie.

As if betrayed by Emma's question, knowing damn well she was the least oblivious one. "So? I forgot to show her something."

Catching your breath, Jenna let go of you while struggling to open the door. Observing the "Dressing room" sign, you smiled to yourself.

Grabbing you by the shirt while pushing the door open with her back was a view, to say at least. It was enough of an adrenaline rush itself.

"Again? Dressing room?" You chuckled, backing your steps away from her who paced towards you.

Stranded in the corner with a body against the wall and no space to left to move.

"Again. It's not like we have any options, really."

"If i recall, you have 20 minutes ticking. I think it's not long enough for you to do the job."

So she took it, and you as a challenge.

Sitting in front of the makeup mirror, Emma let out a gasp.

Making Jenna's head look up from her phone in a similar panic, she asked "What?"

"Jenna, our makeup artist will kill you. Of course you didn't take her on the fourth tour around the set. Georgie will have nightmares."

Looking at herself in the mirror, she noticed what Emma did. Her neck to be precise.

"Let him."

notes: at this point idk what i'm writing except my daily delusions that will never happen

*enjoy though! 🖤

*update: removed percy from the fic 20/1

#jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega imagines

[heavysoldat]

naive

winter soldier!bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: you’ve been naive, naive to your boss’ world who he’s been working for, what he’s done. when the winter soldier comes to clean up his mess, he finds you.

warning(s): smut (dubcon, pwp, light knife play, light breeding, rough unprotected sex, finger-fucking), surprisingly angsty, mentions of violence, stalking

TYSM FOR 1K!! i wanted to write something special to celebrate, and seeing as i’ve never written for TWS!bucky i thought i’d go ham. i don’t like this that much unfortunately but hopefully it’s just because i’ve reread it too many times lmaoo

When you signed on to be a researcher for a science laboratory in downtown Brooklyn, you did not expect to have the fear of God shot into you on a Friday afternoon.

It was supposed to be normal, a regular, slow workday— slaving away for a minimum wage, working your ass off with coworkers who barely respect you.

You had already been warned, told of your boss’ endeavors with notable crime figures— but you hadn’t cared. Didn’t mind that he had work with soldiers made beyond your comprehension. Didn’t mind the blood on his hands, as long as his pockets had money. Money to give you.

But when the lights dimmed, flickered above you, you could tell something was wrong. The air was thick, haunting, soul-eating.

It barely registered, when you first heard it; the sounds of screams, gunshots and bodies thudding against the floor was filling the air, muffled behind the door of your lab. People in the lobby, waiting rooms and other labs massacred, and here you were; hidden behind a door. Alone.

When it opens, your heart stops.

A man, over six feet in height, clad in leather, strapped with weapons trudges his way into the space.

You recognize him, know him by rumors, by papers and whispers— The Winter Soldier, Soldat, as assassin with more kills under his belt than you do lunches, eyes darker than the Devil himself, so cryptic and unimaginable that his existence is fought over.

Your heart quickens, killing you with it’s throb, his footsteps getting closer as he approaches you swiftly. You leap backwards and knock into a table, grabbing your own weapon— the only one issued by corporate, you live in a world where aliens exist, for god’s sake— only to realize it's not loaded.

His hands reach out, grabbing your arms, shoving you towards him. You scream, but he covers your mouth with his hand, shining metal. You brace yourself, ready to be executed like your coworkers outside— heart plummeting into the depths of your stomach.

But instead— you’re just being pinned, back to the desk, listening to his heavy panting through his mask.

You open your eyes, bracing for it. He’s almost two feet taller than you, a bulky, beefy mass of weight, towering over you with a dark gaze. The makeup around his eyes darkens them, the blue shining in the bright light of the laboratory, his dark, long hair covering half of his eyes.

"Tell me what you know about the rat," He growls, his voice making your skin itch. You’re practically trembling, shaking underneath him, horrified by what he could do.

"I don't… I don't know what you're talking about." You pant, voice shaking.

He snarls, leaning in, so close that you can feel his hot breath on your face.

"Don't play dumb with me.”

"I'm not, I'm not," You whimper, terrified. "I swear. I don't know anything."

“You work for Gunn,” He says. “I watch from under him. I see you. I know you. You can’t lie to me.”

Your employer was a dick, that’s for fucking sure, but working with Hydra was the last assumption you had on your mind. The Soldat whips a knife from his gear, holding it in his flesh hand, threatening you with just it’s presence.

“I’m not lying,” You cry, “Please, I’m not lying. I just work here, fuck, I don’t know anything!”

He raises his knife, as if to slit your throat—

Then he stops.

He looks at you— his stare making you feel like he can read you, read your heart, your soul, your mind— every little thought that races through your brain. He says something to you in a language you don’t understand. The words sound harsh and grating against each other.

"You are naive, little rabbit."

Your eyes furrow, deeper than they had been. It confuses you, making you panic— but if he was going to kill you, wouldn’t he have done it by now?

“Naive to your world. Who you work under.”

The knife slides through his fingers like drumsticks, flicking through and gleaming within the lights. It trails down your cheek, neck, cleavage, before it slices through your shirt and rips it open.

"No," you whimper.

He tilts his head, almost like a canine. He scans you, accessing you, breathing you. “No?”

You can’t do anything but whimper again. “Don’t— don’t kill me, please.”

He tsks at you, sliding the knife down through your breasts. The pressure isn’t hard enough to break the skin, but it’s enough to threaten you with it— threaten you with the idea of carving you open. Your chest heaves against it, sobs wracking through your chest.

“I have no use for killing you.”

“Wh… what?”

With his hands, he tears the torn fabric off of your skin, peeling it away just enough to expose you. You yelp, watching as the knife tears your pants with it; leaving you bare, barely covered by scraps of your ruined clothes.

He’s tracing your skin with his fingertips, rubbing along your goosebumps, ignoring the way your heartbeat quickens. When they get lower, closer to your sex, you squeeze your legs closed; but he rips them back open.

“I won’t hurt you, little one.”

His metal fingers slide through your folds, glistening with some of the wetness your sex has already provided. One finger glides into your hole, prodding you open— the growl he lets out surprises you, jumps you, makes you scan his face. He’s been so emotionless, so mechanical, like nothing but a machine; but he’s taking pleasure from your body, and he’s letting you know.

“Stay open for me,” He says. “Take it.”

Another slides in, and they begin to scissor inside of you. They get faster, twisting and abusing your cunt, hitting the spongey part inside you with reckless abandon. You can’t help but moan in whine; out of fear or pleasure, you don’t know.

“Little one…” His voice is deep, dark. “Has your lover ever filled you this way?”

“What— what?” Your voice is barely a whisper, consumed by what he’s giving you.

“I’ve watched you.” He says. “I’ve watched him take you. Over, and over. He cannot fill you like I can.”

Before you can even process, make sense of what he’s just told you; he’s tearing off the pants of his tactical gear, his throbbing, thick cock jumps to his stomach, slapping your thigh as it’s freed.

"I've stared through your window, at night. Every day as I stalk, assessing you for the job—“ He snarls, his fingers sliding outside of your pussy. With the wetness from inside of you, he rubs your clit with harsh pressure, just as fast as he finger fucked you. “I watched him take you. Watched him fuck you. He’s pathetic— useless.”

His other arm, free, rubs at your arm. It’s jarring, how caring it feels, compared to everything else he’s showed you. It’s loving. Romantic.

“Tell me you need me.”

When you look at him, you’re shocked. His eyes are filled with nothing but heartbreak. He’s begging, pleading to you. Desperate for you to let him take you. Desperate for something you can’t figure out.

“I-“ You start, lip quivering, heart aching, “I need you.”

When the words leave your mouth, he whines, deep in the back of his throat. The fingers on your clit move to grab your waist, before he slides his cock into your pussy- already soaked, already stretched for him. Just for him.

He doesn’t waste any time. Within seconds, he’s pounding into you, slamming you against your desk with the force of his fucking. You can hear items scatter, fall to the floor, accompanied by his wild grunts and groans.

He’s too big. You’re surprised he’s even fitting inside you, the thickness of him enough to make your head spin. He forces you down his cock, grunting and snarling underneath his mask.

"Tell me you need me," He snarls. "Tell me you need me, little one. That he is nothing compared to me. To how I stretch you."

“I need you,” You gasp, holding onto him for dear life. You’re surprised by how truthful your words feel, how much they make sense to you. How right they feel.

"Can he take you like this, little one? Can he take you like I can?"

All in all— the words he uses feel correct. He’s not fucking you. He’s taking you.

“No,” Your cunt clenches around him, begging him to keep fucking you, “He can’t. Fuck- no, he can’t!”

That makes him growl. He pushes you down, slamming your back against the table, using it as leverage to pound into you deeper. Your hair forms a halo around your head, nails digging into his thighs for dear life, hard enough to make him bleed.

"I want to be inside you whenever you're with him," He snarls. “I want your screams to be mine. Your pussy to be mine.”

The feelings coursing through your body explode as you fall into a pit of heat, feeling waves of pure ecstasy and euphoria crash over you. He keeps fucking you while you cum, not bothering to slow down as you tremble and shake against him.

“I want to fill you with my cum,” He groans. “Mark you as mine. Make you mine.”

You need that. Fuck, you need that.

“Yes,” You’re sobbing, pliant underneath him, being fucked and manhandled like a toy for his pleasure— but his words are humanizing, impactful and claiming. It’s so much, it’s too much for you to handle.

“Tell me you want that,” He sobs, body wracked with pleasure. “Tell me you want it!”

When you don’t respond, he slaps the inside of your thigh, making you cry out— “I want it, fuck, please! I want it!”

“More,” He roars with approval, “Tell me more.”

You’re incoherent, trying so hard to give him what he needs; “Mark me, claim me, cum inside me— I want you to fill me, I need you to breed me,”

His hands dig into you hard enough to make his knuckles white, before he’s moaning, screaming, whining, pumping you full of his spend. His orgasm lasts minutes, enough cum to drip out of you and puddle on the floor.

You find yourself falling again, cumming one more time around his cock, gripping him like a vice. Your eyes shut as your orgasm takes over, thighs shaking, teeth chattering. You feel like all the air has been crushed out of your lungs.

He's grunting and snarling, his hips snapping against your ass as he finishes you. You'd be sore in the morning.

After your breath evens out, his hand, metal, grasps your jaw in his palm. With loving strokes to your cheek, he stares down at your trembling form. He hums.

“You’re mine, little one. I don’t plan on letting you go.”

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #sebastian stan smut #my writing #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction

[slvt4tom]

Tom x reader with anxiety

okay so i was thinking and i was like "oh i have anxiety, i know a lot of other people also have it" and usually the reader is out going and loud and blah blah blah BUT NO NOT ME OR A LOT OF PEOPLE I KNOW so i knew most people would relate so thats what im gonna do

warnings: none just fluff maybe a little angst but that's it

Description: You were at a tokio hotel concert with one of your younger siblings and their friend after the concert they made you take pictures of them with the group you guys did have vip passes which you didn't know and ended up staying longer than you thought.

If I say sister I'm so sorry but I'm trying to just say like they, and their, for the sibling but the reader is Fem I'm sorry!!

What I mean when someone is talking

P = Person

Y = You

S = Sibling

SF = sibling friend

T = Tom

If there is Georg and Gustav Ge and Gu

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You were just standing next to your sibling and their friend every close not really liking all the people and how loud it was, the plan was just for you to drop them off and leave and then come back after to get them but since they were still a younger part of the fans you had to stay with since you were older and they needed a parent or guardian there and you happen to be the only person they knew that met the age requirement.

so here you are, dreading every second of agreeing to take your sibling and their friend to this dumb freaking concert.

after a few more long long LONG hours you got dragged to the back stage by your sibling you were confused at first so you started looking around and saw the group that was on stage taking pictures with fans now and your only thought "oh goodie.." and the line was moving fairly quickly and you were just holding your siblings hand the whole time terrified and anytime someone asked a question to you guys you would just look at your sibling to answer for you.

once you guys got up there to the front of the line your sibling handed you their phone you got a little nervous because everyone was looking at you to take the picture. You take a few pictures and someone comes up to you asking

P "Hey would you like to get in the picture too?"

You nod your head kind of awkwardly and like speedish walk up to the group and you stand next to your sibling as you feel a hand on your shoulder and someone whisper in your ear

T "hey are you alright you seem nervous"?

He asks you and you just let out an awkward giggle and nod your head and then he was like bending down a bit since this man is like TALL TALL your not short you're like average height maybe a little short/tall but compared to him you're like a bug.

After like 3 maybe minutes the person that was taking the picture handed your sibing her phone back and all 3 of you walk away.

S "hey are you guys hungry can we go eat some where"?

SF "yeah im getting a little hungry"

Y "yeah umm okay how about we go there"?

You say pointing to a random restaurant, they all agree and you guys walk to the restaurant and go inside you guys go up and order your food you were the last one to order and you tried to get over it but you were kind of quiet while ordering luckily the person didn't get annoyed or anything and could hear you so after ordering you go sit down with your sibling and their friend.

You had just kind of been sitting there on your phone doing what ever and your sibling and their friend were talking and someone else walks in you didn't notice but your sibling and their friend did and they started SCREAMING so of course you turn and look who it is and it was Tokio hotel you and Tom locked eyes for a minute and he was smiling licking his lip piercing and you smile letting out a giggle and turning away all flustered and red.

Your sibling and friend got up going over to them there wasn't really anyone else so it wasn't that embarrassing to you, so you followed behind them tom was still watching you closely and when you finally looked back up at him you smiled and let out another giggle.

(I giggle a lot when something gets awkward or something so thats why I'm saying you keep giggling a lot 😭)

You notice tom walking up to you and your cheeks turn a soft pink

T "hello there pretty lady"

You let out another awkward giggle

Y "heyy"

T "did you like the concert?"

Y "yeah! I did actually"

T "oh that's great im glad you enjoyed it"

After a few more minutes of you guys talking tom asked for ur number and you said yes ofc!

Honestly it was late and you didn't feel like getting on a bus/driving home so you where talking to your sibling about that and her friend and tom over heard and offered for you guys to stay with him and the rest of the band at their hotel.

T "hey you know you guys can stay with us I promise none of us bite"

S "really? You would let us?"

T "ofc anything for this beautiful lady and her family"

So the group took you and your small 3 person group to the hotel that they were staying at they asked for another room but the front desk person said that they were full so you stayed with tom in his room and your sibling and their friend stayed in Gustav and Georgs room and then bill, Gustav, and Georg all stayed together in a room.

You and tom got closer that night. You told him things and he told you thing some of it was personal other stuff was just funny but all that matters was you warmed up to him and he got to see your true goofy side.

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that was so cuteee lmk if I should make a pt 2 and I'm soooo sorry for not posting also if I called ur sibling a she or sister or something my bad I don't think I did but lmk if I messed anything up I'll go threw and change it hope u have a good day/night/evening!! 💋

#bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tokio hotel #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel fluff #tokio hotel smut

[iamumbra195]

Random incorrect Blue Lock quotes because I'm bored and this is my current fandom fixation

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Reo: If Isagi and I were drowning, who would you save? Nagi: You two can’t swim? Reo: It’s a hypothetical question, Nagi! who would you save? Nagi: my time and effort.

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Otoya: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth? Yukimiya: You’re a hazard to society Karasu: And a coward. DO TWENTY. ...

Aryu: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity? Rin: *turning to Shidou* How tall are you?

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Lavinho: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container. Bachira: The cow??? Lavinho: What? Bachira: What?

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Kaiser: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you’re all invited Noa: If? Isagi: Great, the only party I’ve ever been invited to and he might not even die.

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Chigiri: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time? Nagi: The car takes a screenshot. Barou: For the last time, get the fuck out.

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Iemon: Are you sure this is the right direction? Kuon: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest! Raichi: In that case, we're definitely lost.

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Isagi: Rin, my old arch enemy. Kaiser: ... I thought I was your arch enemy? Isagi, groaning: I have a life outside of you, Kaiser

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Bachira, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him Igaguri: You did WHAT– Gagamaru: William Snakespeare

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*During the Shibuya trip

Isagi, at a restaurant: You guys should get the orange soda, it's amazing. Chigiri: Okay Waiter: Can I get you guys anything to drink? Isagi: Orange soda, please! Chigiri: I'll have the strawberry soda. Bachira: Me too, strawberry soda. Isagi: Isagi: You guys suck

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Bachira: What’s something you guys are better than Rin at? Nagi: Video games, probably. Isagi, deadpan: Emotional vulnerability.

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Karasu: What did you guys get in your yearbook? Yukimiya: 'Prettiest Smile' Isagi: 'Nicest Personality' Shidou: 'Most likely to start a bar fight' Gagamaru: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

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Nanase: Favorite horror movie? Zantetsu: It Shidou: Saw Karasu: Annabelle, creepy ass fuckin' doll Tokimitsu: High School Musical. after watching it I spent all my middle school years terrified that the entire school would start singing something and I’d be the only one who didn’t know the lyrics

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Rin: Though I admit I don’t know much about you, I am feeling pretty confident in my assessment that you are probably some sort of sick deadly fuck. Shidou: Who told you my secret?

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Emo!Kunigami: Given the circumstances, I will let you hug me for four to five seconds. Bachira: Forty five seconds?!? Kunigami: No! I said four TO five seconds. Bachira hugging him: Too late.

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Hiori: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a joke and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

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Nagi: You're a lying piece of shit! Barou: Oh yeah? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD! Nagi: I'm leaving and I'm taking Isagi with me! Isagi, gathering cards: Aaaaand that's enough Monopoly for today.

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Karasu, in a high voice, holding Barbie: hey Ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career! Shidou, in a deep voice, holding Ken: nonsense, barbie. you’re staying home and having my kids Rin: what the fuck are you guys doing? Shidou: playing systemic oppression

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Lorenzo: We’re about to do the taser challenge. You want in? Barou: What's the taser challenge? Aiku: We tase eachother, then drink. Barou: How do you win? Aiku: What are you, the police? You want in or not?

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Otoya: Ow! Yukimiya: What’s wrong? Otoya: I have this weird pain right above my eyebrow. Yukimiya: It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.

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Isagi: Hey, do you know anyone who can teach me to play the trumpet? Kurona: Why? Isagi: I want to wander around playing it to annoy Kaiser. Hiori: Technically, you don’t actually need to know how to play the trumpet well for that. Isagi: Hiori, you have opened my eyes.

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Kaiser: Be careful, I thrive on negative attention.

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Ness: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine! Grimm: How can you still say that? Ness: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

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Ego: If you think I’m playing favorites, you’re wrong. Ego, earlier: I don’t care for Nagi Seishiro.

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Zantetsu: What does 'take out' mean? Nanase: Food. Karasu: Dating Rin: Murder Shidou: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD!

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Lorenzo: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something? Barou: Nope, absolutely not. Niko: I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through. Aiku: *wheezing Sendo: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life. Aryu: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you. Barou: I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome.

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Shidou: Do you want this handful of moss? Sae: Why would I want a handful of fucking moss? Shidou: Damn, you could’ve just said no.

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Isagi: My head hurts. Rin: That’s your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity.

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that's it for now lol

Also no one can look me in the eye and tell me that Ego isn't Nagi's biggest hater cause every time we see this man talk about him, he's alway judgy af lmaooo

#blue lock #isagi yoichi #bachira meguru #chigiri hyoma #igarashi gurimu #kunigami rensuke #iemon okuhito #kuon wataru #gagamaru gin #nagi seishiro #reo mikage #barou shouei #zantetsu tsurugi #niko ikki #yukimiya kenyu #hiori yo #michael kaiser #alexis ness #rin itoshi #shidou ryusei #sae itoshi #don lorenzo #aryu jyubei #tokimitsu aoshi #ego jinpachi #nanase nijiro #a whole bunch of others #blue lock pxg #blue lock ubers #bastard munchen

[raynavan]

FELLAS ITS THAT TIME, AND ALSO THE LAST TIME

@ultimate-submas-tournament winners! its been a wild ride guys <3

despite facing off an axe-welding-probably-insane man and severe type disadvantage ghost worm, our sneasel Ingo came out on top! and is enjoying a little berry prize (that i am only now realizing i did not go over with the dark blue- whoops)

up against the most terrifying wooden solder to ever exist, who is equipped with laser eyes and a super-soaker, and a robot, the actually human Emmet came out on top! i'm sure his brother is very proud of him. and also! if you just so happened to read my tags from the last time i drew for this event- you'd know i was prepping two colored drawings for our winners!

BRAVO! Both of you!

you have reached the station called victory! let us hope you carry on to even greater heights!

i want to take a quick moment to tank everyone for participating, and my dearest friends for being with me as i drew all of these silly doodles of mine! this has been so much fun- so thank you all! and one last congratulations to our winners, and an even bigger one for all the aus who participated!

Bravo Everyone!

#submas #submas au #ray's art #ultimate submas tournament art #gosh i wish i could really draw everyone who participated #this has been so much fun! thank you all <3 #and most importantly thank you my friend for hosting this whole thing #we all greatly appreciate you work <3 #have a good day!

[donottouchredbutton]

Endlessly Falling

joaquin torres x sunshine!reader/ofc

3k words

she was falling, and there was only one person she trusted to catch her.

set in the same universe as this fic

warnings: angst, fear, canon-typical violence but i think it's pretty vague, reader/ofc has a fear of heights, idk let me know if i'm missing anything

note: idk if this is any good, i wrote it in like four hours unedited while i was trying to distract myself from burnout from work. feedback is always welcome :) also let me know if you notice anything familiar about sunshine's backstory... idk maybe there's something there, maybe there's not. let me know what you think!

She was running for her life. Again. She was really getting tired of this shit. 

She remembered a few weeks ago when the worst thing she had to worry about was getting her essays turned in on time, emailing her professors, and working on her thesis, back when she was just a grad student. Since meeting Joaquin, she found herself in trouble a lot more than she ever expected to be. 

That wasn’t to say this was the first time she’s ever had to run for her life, or that meeting Joaquin was the start of her getting into trouble. Or that meeting Joaquin was her first time helping a superhero. No, she had plenty of experience with this sort of thing. She remembered when she was a teenager the few (multiple) times when her dad’s work followed him home (literally) and having to hide or having to flee her own home just so he could take care of it. Terrifying as it was, she had learned to be good at finding the best hiding spots on the fly. And she still remembered when she was nineteen being trapped in a cage with a monster (who, to be fair, was her dad, but we won’t go into the specifics this time), with the intention of being mauled to death alongside a woman she barely knew. And just a year later, having to travel halfway across the world to help a superhero with identity issues to stop a cult and rescue her dad from said cult (her dad had a bad habit of getting himself into trouble, but he would always tell her that her uncle was even worse). 

Yeah. This wasn’t her first rodeo. And she was positive it wouldn’t be her last, either. 

But she sure as hell didn’t miss having to do this. 

Sam and Joaquin had both understood and agreed initially that they needed her help if they were going to stop this underground terrorist group. Bucky had been on the fence about it at first, thinking her too nice and innocent to get involved, but once she had proved herself in a fight the first time he had realized he had jumped the gun on judging her. She was a formidable opponent while still being able to maintain her happy nature and her positive, love-for-life attitude. 

Which was why she found herself in this position for the first time in years. She hadn’t meant to cause a distraction, she had just been sent by the men on a reconnaissance mission to one of their underground meetings while the three of them tried to take out their base of operations nearby. Even to her, the meeting was much bigger than she had been expecting, and the sound of the men updating her on their progress through her earpiece was only confirmation: they were a much bigger threat than they had initially believed. She had been listening to one of the leaders of the group as he slowly but surely began riling everyone up, his voice raising as he spoke to them about forcing order to the world and subjecting the people who had no care for them. He was nearly shouting at that point, and it was honestly beginning to frighten her. She was so ensnared by his words that the sound of Sam yelling through the earpiece completely threw her off her guard. 

“GET DOWN! IT’S A TRAP!”

The sound of gunshots on the other end of her earpiece caused her to gasp in fear, which caused her to slap her hand over her mouth in dread. She was scared for her friends, but she was also terrified at the sudden silence that happened in the room next to her after she did so. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as what was surely only a few seconds felt like years as she awaited what would happen. She didn’t dare breathe as she waited, her back pressed against the wall to make herself as small as possible. 

“Someone’s here with us. Take care of it.”

The leader’s words were just loud enough for her to hear, but it was more than enough to set her off at a sprint to get out of there. 

She had been running for what had felt like forever when she finally thought to check in with the others to make sure they were okay, and to find out what the hell happened. 

“What the hell happened?” she shouted through the earpiece. 

“They knew we were coming! It was a setup!” Sam shouted back. He and Bucky were fighting off terrorists left and right as they themselves tried to get out of the base. Their initial plan had been to find the leaders at the base and to either a) reason with them and get them to come willingly (Sam’s idea) or b) stop them by any means necessary (Bucky’s idea), but the three men had been met with nearly an entire army once they got there like they knew they were coming. The place had been booby trapped of all things, tipping the group off so that they opened fire seconds later. They all knew that if they were in trouble, she would be too. “Get outta there, now!”

“I’m trying!”

And she was. Unfortunately for her, the place was a maze, and with about ten angry men chasing after her, it was hard for her to focus on where all of the hallways led to rather than just trying to get away from them. Her fear was making it hard to think, and luckily it was making it hard to think about the fear itself. She just needed to get away. 

The sound of Joaquin’s voice in her ear immediately began to uncloud her mind. “Find a way to go up! Stairs, ladder, window, anything! I’ll come find you!”

She wasn’t able to think about how he would be able to do so, but she listened to him anyway. She trusted him enough to believe he was telling the truth. 

Truthfully, Joaquin didn’t know if he was. He had split from Sam and Bucky once they had opened fire, Sam telling him to fly out of there to find their superior and tell them all they had learned about the group. He often thought about what it would be like to jump out as Falcon, but he wasn’t exactly able to reflect on those expectations when he was in the middle of a life or death situation. He thought once he did so that he was in the clear, but there had been a couple of helicopters right outside waiting for him. So, they had air support. Of fucking course they did. 

Joaquin was sure that their superior would get an earful from Sam once they were finally on the clear (if they ever got to that point). He was doing his best to take out the people shooting at him from the helicopters, making sure they stayed focused on him so they wouldn’t start shooting elsewhere, but the entire time his focus was elsewhere. He couldn’t keep his mind off of her, and he was riddled with guilt. 

Joaquin was the one who had fought so hard to convince Sam and Bucky that she could help them on this mission. While they had both known she could handle herself, they were hesitant to let her go into the field with them, especially on a mission like this. She would have to get about as close as she physically could to this terrorist group without them finding out she was there, and they weren’t willing to risk her getting hurt or worse if something went wrong. It was the last thing Joaquin ever wanted, but he saw how hard she fought to convince them. He saw her conviction and determination, and more than anything, he saw that she truly cared. She just wanted to help, and Joaquin knew that. She was running for her life right now because he was the one to convince them to let her help. 

She was in danger because of him. 

He was right about her needing to find a way up. She had found a door that led her to a staircase all the way up to the roof. She took a quick glance over her shoulder to see how close the men were, finding them far away enough for her to be able to lock the door behind her. If she wasn’t running for her life, she would’ve thought about how it definitely seemed like a safety issue for the door to even have a lock, but she was more concerned about buying herself at least a minute or two to get to the top. She didn’t look back again after she locked the door and began to race up the stairs, not until she heard the sound of a gunshot blowing the door open. The information that they did have guns with them scared her more than she thought it would. They liked the chase, and they didn’t want the end to be quick if they did catch her. The thought made her blood run cold, and a new wave of adrenaline filled her as she continued to run. 

Once she reached the roof, once again locking the door behind her to buy herself some time, she looked out to try to find Joaquin anywhere nearby, but he was nowhere to be found. She braced herself as she looked over the edge of the building she was on, and the realization of just how far up she was was quick to set in. She hadn’t realized how long the staircase was nor how far up she had run, but the sight of the city what looked like miles beneath her caused her heart to beat faster for a completely different reason. She could handle most things—monsters, cults, running for her life. Heights weren’t one of those things. 

“Joaquin,” she said. She tried to steady the tremble in her voice, trying to control her breathing. 

“I’m on my way!” he shouted back, trying to dodge the helicopter that was currently shooting at him. He was not on his way, but he needed to be soon if he wanted any chance of getting to her in time. 

The sound of the men chasing her banging on the door to the roof made her jolt, dread filling her veins like venom. They were throwing themselves against the door to get it open. Unsuccessfully, sure, but the knowledge that they had the means to get the door open with their weapons made her believe that this was just a sadistic scare tactic. The thought made her sick. 

“Joaquin,” she warned. She was unable to hide the fear she felt from her voice. Even she could hear her voice shake. 

So could Joaquin, and he knew they were both running out of time. Taking out the pilot in the final helicopter, he set the thrusters of his wings to full power before jetting off to where she was. 

“I’m on my way!” he shouted once again, but he knew that he wouldn’t be there in enough time. Thinking fast, he added, “You’re gonna have to jump!”

Her stomach dropped at the thought. “I can’t,” she whispered. But she knew she was running out of options. The men chasing her would get tired of playing with her, and in seconds they would be out there with her. She’d have nowhere else to go. Her hands were already shaking as the reality of what she had to do was setting in. 

And she was right. The sound of the door to the roof being blown open made her jump, and the sight of the men closing in on her filled her with a fear she hadn’t felt in a long time. 

“JOAQUIN!”

“JUMP!”

She didn’t think. She ran to the edge of the building and jumped, right before they could grab her. 

She’s fallen before. She’s fallen out of tall trees when she was little, her dad constantly scolding her for climbing trees when she knew she might fall, but that’s why she always did it—to get better at climbing without falling. She’s jumped off of high platforms, trying to get down from where she was to try to help someone who needed it. She’s been thrown off of the side of a building before, but even then that was done when she was unconscious. This was something different. Being in free fall for so long, that sinking feeling in her gut never leaving but slowly getting worse as she seemed to fall closer to the ground in slow motion. The air whipped at her as if punishing her for jumping, her fear only growing as it felt like she would be endlessly falling. 

She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think to breathe. She couldn’t think, her mind somewhere up in the clouds that she seemed to remember falling through when she jumped. Her eyes were dripping with tears she couldn’t stop as the cool air burned them as she went. Another punishment, she thought. The air was thin, too, choking her up even more. She couldn’t find her voice, though if she did, she wouldn’t have been able to think about calling for Joaquin again. She couldn’t think about whether he would catch her in time. She just had to continue falling. 

Joaquin’s heart raced as he did, his sights set on her as he flew to catch her. He could hear the fear in her voice when she said she couldn’t jump, it had been clear as day to him that she was afraid to. He hadn’t wanted to make her do it, but he knew she had to. And he knew he would rather die than let her hit the ground. He wouldn’t let her get hurt again. He would make sure of it. 

When he was finally close enough, his arms reaching for her, Joaquin felt time stop. He couldn’t think. The only thing he could focus on as he reached for her was her eyes. Those eyes he had seen could hold such light and happiness as he had come to know her, those same eyes that were squeezed shut from fear and wet with tears he knew she couldn’t stop. Once he was close enough, he wrapped his arms around her tightly, never daring to let go. 

Once she felt him surrounding her, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, aware enough to not choke him but clutching onto him like her life depended on it, because it did. There was nothing that would get her to let go. And now that he was holding her, she could finally feel herself breathe again. 

They were both silent as he flew them away from the building, away from all of the bad men who wished them harm, away from where she felt for a moment she was falling to her death. The pit in her stomach from falling was gone, replaced with something else she couldn’t place. She still felt sick feeling her insides shaken so much, but it wasn’t just that. She felt a pull inside her, not in her stomach but maybe in her chest. She couldn’t know for sure, still barely able to think or process what was going on. The only thing she knew for sure at that moment was that she felt well and truly safe wrapped up in Joaquin’s arms. 

Joaquin finally landed them on the roof of another building, much much shorter than the one she had jumped from and miles away. With the way she was clutching onto his back, he knew she could use a moment to stand on her own two legs and catch her breath. Once his feet touched the ground, he slowly eased her down as well, taking care to handle her gently for fear of causing her any more grief. His arms didn’t leave her even as she got her footing, nor did they when she leaned heavily against him once she was standing. She was still gripping him for dear life, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. He was sure he was holding her in a similar way. 

“Are you okay?” he asked after a few minutes. He always made sure that she was, and if she wasn’t, he always did what he could to help. 

“…Yeah,” she answered slowly, barely audible if it weren’t for her mouth being so close to his ear. “Just… need a minute.” 

Joaquin knew that they didn’t have a minute. He should’ve already been with his superior by now, finishing up with the debrief as they waited for Sam and Bucky to return as well. But he wasn’t concerned with any of that right now. The only thing he cared about was the woman in his arms, shaking like a leaf as she tried to calm down. For her, he would make the time. 

He readjusted his arms around her so that he was hugging her instead, one arm around her waist while the other came up to her shoulders, his hand holding her head against him and stroking her hair. He tried to steady his breathing in a way that she could follow, willing his own heart rate to slow down as he tried to help her calm down. 

She wasn’t the only one who had felt like they were endlessly falling. The only difference was, his had been slow and steady, hardly noticing it was happening until it hit him all at once. And he knew he would fall again and again if it meant getting to hold her like this. 

#joaquin torres #joaquín torres #joaquin torres imagine #joaquin torres x reader #joaquín torres x reader #joaquín torres imagine #joaquín torres x ofc #joaquin torres x ofc #danny ramirez #tfatws #tfatws fic #the falcon and the winter soldier #marvel fanfic #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel oc #marvel reader insert #tfatws fanfic

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

I thought I shook things up and request a Laurel x fem reader that takes place outside of Nevermore. So Laurel is on the run after the events at Nevermore. She's several states away, but a car full of drunk kids accidentally drove her off the road and sped away instead of helping her. Her car is flipped over, she's woozy since she hit her head, and she can't get out because her legs pinned, she hollers for help, and her savior is a winged outcast reader. At first she's terrified that this outcast is going to hurt her but the reader's voice is so soft and gentle and she looks like an angel so Laurel let her help her out of the wreckage. But when the reader wants to take her to the hospital, Laurel freaks out because she's on the run from the law, so the reader takes her back to her cabin and nurses her back to health. Gradually, Laurel stops thinking about killing the reader and starts trusting her and falling in love. At the end, she decides to stay with the reader and let go of her hatred of outcasts. Thank you! 😁

Yessss!!!! here it is!!! I hope you like it!!!! I think is a very interesting request, thank you very much, sorry if it is too long, and about the language mistakes :)))))))

From hate, to love

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x Fem, Fairy! Reader

Warnings: Angst, dark Laurel at first, fluff, enemies to lovers?

Word count: 7,345

Summary: You live a lonely life, you were a fairy and you liked to live far form the world. One night, your live will go upside down.

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“How do you do!!! Lalalalala,” You sang while driving. The night was dark and that little road was dangerous, but you were used to it. You did the same path every day. There was never anyone on that little path and you were pretty relaxed, until you saw something disturbing.

They looked like tire tracks on the side of the road. You frowned and slowed down, taking a closer look at those tracks. They were lost at the edge of the road, where there was a small height. It was obvious that it was an accident.

You pulled off the road and stopped the car, trying to look up that little cliff.

“Oh, my…” You sighed, getting out of the car. “I hope there are no victims...”

You leaned out and soon made out some red lights that seemed to be from a car. You approached the little cliff, and with the help of your wings, you went down that steep slope.

Yes, you were a forest fairy. A living oddity, who had long since decided to live alone, far from normal people, who did not understand your abilities, your nature. You turned on your cell phone flashlight as you cautiously walked up the stony path toward the headlights of the crashed vehicle.

You pointed to the ground, looking at a small trace of what looked like motor oil.

“Oh mother of…” You whispered, fearing that the occupants of that car could have suffered a fate worse than some injuries.

“Help!”

A cry for help interrupted your thoughts. It came from the car.

“Please, help! I'm trapped!”

You shook your head and without wasting any more time, you ran to the car.

It was shattered, turned completely inside out. You crouched down to look inside, where a woman was crying desperately, crushed by the weight of the vehicle's collapsed roof.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” You asked, leaning out the shattered window. “Oh shit, what a stupid question... I'm going to call 911...”

“No... No...” That woman whispered. Her appearance was a mess. A trickle of blood runs down her head. She surely must have hit it due to the accident.

You barely heard that murmur and you got ready to call 911. But you were not lucky. Immediately the phone, with a last plea indicating that you had no battery, died.

“Shit, shit shit,” you said jumping on the ground. “Okay, okay, wait, wait, I'm going to help you, but I need some light… I think, I think I have a flashlight in the car, please hold on, calm down, I'm here…” You turned around and left flying.

Your ancestors could fly tens of feet high, but you couldn't do it anymore, although you could go faster if you used your wings.

“Flashlight, flashlight, flashlight…. Flashlight!”  You said, closing the trunk. “I'm on my way”

Gliding you reached the car again, pointing the flashlight at it. The woman was still inside, and she looked up at you with a terrified expression.

“You... You... You flew...” She whispered, while you looked inside the vehicle to check the seriousness of the situation. You looked at her and nodded slightly, while your stomach knotted seeing how that woman's legs were completely blocked by the remains of the car.

“What happened?” You asked. She seemed to somehow want to stay as far away from you as possible, even when she was trapped. You ignored that fact, surely the poor woman would be in shock.

“I'm not going to tell you anything… Murderer!” She yelled, her eyes full of hate. You backed away, startled and surprised.

“Excuse me?” You asked.

“You're… You're one of them…” She whispered. It was difficult for her to speak, but she seemed to still have the strength to rave, and suddenly see you as a danger.

“One of them? Who?” You asked, understanding that surely those crazy things were the product of shock and the blow she gave herself to her head. “Hey, calm down, come on, I just want to help you.” you said with a soft, reassuring tone.

“You can't help me…” The redhead sighed. “You're an outcast…” She said, pointing to your wings.

“A what?” You asked, shaking your head. “Oh, do my wings scare you? Don't worry, I'll hide them right away.”

Closing your eyes, you hid your wings, below the horrified look of that woman, who looked at you with tears in her eyes.

“You... You don't want to hurt me?” She asked, closing her eyes. She would surely be about to faint. You sat on the ground and shook your head, trying to reason with her. If you didn't help her, she wouldn't have a good fate.

“Of course I don’t,” you said with a calm, serene face. “I just want to help you…”

“Help me…” She whispered, dropping her head on one of her shoulders.

“No, no, no, don't fall asleep, stay with me,” you said, extending your hands to her face and caressing her gently.

“Maybe you're an angel…” She said in a barely audible tone.

You had to do something and fast.

“Maybe,” you said, trying to joke. “Okay, now I'm going to try to get you out of there. Hold on, and don't close your eyes.”

With almost acrobatic movements, you managed to reach her belt and unbuckle it. While you maneuvered, you kept an eye on her eyes, so they wouldn't close. With one skillful movement, and taking as much care as you could, you managed to pull her legs off, dragging her out of the car through the window.

“Okay, okay, it's done…” You said, taking her in your arms and examining her legs with the flashlight. “Oh, my God… Tell me you can move that leg.”

She made an effort, but with a cry of pain she confirmed that she couldn't.

“Surely it's broken, it looks very bad…” You said, starting to get nervous.

“Don’t, don't touch me…” the woman whispered. “You, you are a monster...”

You rolled your eyes and gently lowered her head to the ground as you approached the hideous wound on her leg.

"Okay…" you sighed, placing your hands on the bone that protruded from her wound. With a crack, accompanied by a piercing scream from the redhead, the bone snapped back into its place, almost completely healing itself.

“What have you done to me?” She asked, crying in pain.

“Sorry, my powers are not quite polished, but at least I was able to fix the mess on your leg a bit. At least that way you can get to the hospital without bleeding to death on the way.”

“To the hospital?”

“Of course, come, I'll take you in my car,” you said, grabbing the woman and standing her up in the way that her condition allowed. She fell to the ground again, dragging you too, who fell to your knees. “Hey, come on, make a little effort, my car is right there…” You said softly, pulling her arm.

“No…” She said, dropping to the ground and grabbing the collar of your shirt with a force you didn't think possible. “Don't take me to the hospital!”

“What the hell are you saying?” You asked horrified. “You are badly injured, you have, you have to…”

“No! I can't go to the hospital!” She yelled at you. Her eyes were dark and angry. You shook your head, trying to break free of her grasp.

“But... But, why?” You insisted. She was crying, babbling unintelligible things.

“Please... Don’t... take me to the hospital... Please...” She said softly, rolling her eyes and fainting in your arms. This time her words weren't harsh, they were pleading. She was begging you.

At that time you didn't know what to do. Her condition was dire, but somehow that stopped worrying her when you mentioned taking her to the hospital. You looked  at the wrecked car, noticing a small detail. It had no license plate.

You weren't naive. You just had to connect the dots. A car with no license plate, in the middle of the night, on a godforsaken road. A terribly hurt woman who didn't want to go to the hospital, and who said nonsense. She was a fugitive, you were sure.

You checked her pulse and everything seemed fine. You sighed, looking back at your car, and had one of the most difficult internal struggles of your entire life. Should you ignore her strange requests and take her to a hospital? Or should you listen to her? You didn't know what she was running from, you didn't even know if simply by having her in your arms you were putting your life at risk.

“Shit…” You whispered, taking her in your arms and walking to your car.

Carefully, you laid her in the back seat and faced the road. You still didn't know what you were going to do, but you started the car and continued and drove.

The detour to your house was getting closer and you still hadn't made up your mind. Giving a sharp swerve, you took the detour. You didn't know what you were doing, but you were good by nature, you couldn't just do something that would hurt a person.

Your little cabin was cozy, in it you had everything you needed. But still, you still had a little space problem. There was only one bed. Without thinking twice, you laid her on it, looking at her curiously. Despite her injuries, she was still a very beautiful woman.

“Who are you?” You asked whispering, while you went to the bathroom in search of some bandages and some wet rags.

“What…?” the woman asked, waking up little by little. You glanced at her briefly, but continued to clean her wounds, not saying a word. “Where I am?”

You wrung out the rag and took the bowl away from her, leaning a bit to assess her condition.

“You're in my house,” you said, frowning. “Since you have refused to go to the hospital…”

She suddenly sat up, as if she had remembered something important.

“You…” She hissed. “You are one of them...”

“But hey, are you back with that? Can you explain to me what you are talking about? You could say that I saved your life,” you said, crossing your arms. “You should be grateful.”

“Why do I have to thank a monstrosity like you?” The redhead said, clenching her fists.

“Oh, that's really good, I think I heard you say I was an angel,” you said. “I don't know who you are but I know you're running away from something, or someone. So instead of acting like a psycho and start scaring me, you should shut your mouth and let me finish healing you.”

She opened her mouth to say something but stopped at the last moment, looking away from you with a snarl. Her expression changed when she saw her bandaged leg.

“My, my leg... It, it was broken...” She sighed with a soft voice and a perplexed look.

“Yes, it was. I put the bone in its place,” You said, while she looked at her leg dazed.

“Why?”

“Because it's the right thing,” you said, seeing how little by little her attitude relaxed.

“I… I…” She murmured, closing her eyes.

“My name is (Y/N), by the way,” you said with a sweet smile. She looked at you and nodded.

“Thank you, (Y/N)…” She said in an almost imperceptible tone, as if she really had a hard time thanking you.

“Aren't you going to tell me your name?” You asked, picking up the cloth again and putting it on her forehead.

She didn't say anything, she just stared at you, as if she was trying to study all your features. Her look was suspicious.

“No? It's okay…” You sighed, taking all the things to the bathroom again.

“Shit!” She screamed. You ran back into the room.

“What's happening? Does it hurt?” You asked.

She seemed to be searching for something around her.

“My bag, it’s, it's not here, my bag!” She yelled madly. You widened your eyes, surprised.

“What does the bag matter?” You asked, leaning against the wall.

“It matters a lot, (Y/N), I have, I have to… Get it back…” She said, making a futile effort to get out of bed. “Oh! Fuck!”

“What are you doing? Don't move...” You said worried, laying the redhead back on the bed.

“I told you not to touch me…” She whispered. You snorted and moved away instantly.

“If you want me to go get your damn bag, you should start being nicer, will you?” You said. She sighed and nodded.

“I'm sorry…” She said head down. “But I really need to get it back.”

“Okay, but don't move from here or I'll call the police, okay?”

She frowned and gave you a withering look, but she nodded.

“I don't know what the hell I'm doing…” You said, looking through the remains of that old Cadillac. “I've seen too many serial killer documentaries to know how this ends… Oh, here it is.”

You finally managed to get the bag back. You pulled it out of the car, and something fell to the ground. It looked like a wallet. Unable to avoid the enormous curiosity you felt, you opened it, thus discovering the identity of your mysterious guest.

“Marilyn Thornhill…” You whispered, reading the name out loud. “State of Vermont… Vermont? That's too far… My God Marilyn, what have you done?”

You returned to your cabin with more questions than answers.

“I see you haven't moved…” You said, joking, looking at the redhead, who continued with a defiant posture on the bed. “Marilyn.”

“What have you said?”

“Marilyn, that's your name, right?” You said, as you tossed the bag towards her. The redhead looked at you narrowing her eyes. “Though I guess that's a fake one, since you're a long, long way from home. Anyway, I'm sure you're hungry...” You said, going towards the small kitchen.

After a while, you took a bowl of your best soup to your room. Marilyn was asleep, but the floor was wooden. The creaks probably woke her up and she went back into a defensive position.

“What do you want?”

“I'm sure you're starving. It's a cold night. Here, a warm soup,” you said kindly. You loved cooking and you never had a chance to do it for anyone, even if it was a stranger, probably a dangerous one.

She laughed wryly, while she shook her head.

“Ah, I see the trick, it's poisoned, right?” She asked, not taking her eyes off you. You were speechless and blinked rapidly. With a frown you brought the bowl up to your nose.

“Okay, okay, it's not a delicacy from the gods either, but it’s not poisoned…” You said joking.

“I don't trust you, (Y/N)…” Marilyn whispered, while you ignored her and sat on the bed.

“You don't trust the person who saved your life, great,” you said, extending the bowl towards her. “Eat, it will do you good, I promise.”

The redhead hesitated, but she finally took the soup, playing with the spoon inside the plate, looking at you from time to time.

“Eat,” you said again. She sighed, but she raised the spoon to her mouth, closing her eyes. “It's good?”

She growled, but she nodded, much to her embarrassment.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” she said dryly.

She ate in silence, while you watched her. There was still a doubt, well one of a million, that had to be clarified.

“How did your car end up upside down? You're not going to tell me that either?”

Marilyn sighed, closing her eyes.

“The last thing I remember is a car coming at full speed towards me and then, a strong blow to the head,” she explained to you, still not looking at your face. You nodded.

“How strange, nobody usually passes by on this road. Probably some of the village boys. They really like to make a fuss.”

“Is there a town near here?”

“Three miles away,” you answered, picking up the bowl, now empty.

“Great, I appreciate the menu, but I'm leaving,” she said, hissing in pain as she moved. You rolled your eyes and gritted your teeth. You were tired of that attitude, but your nature gave you almost infinite patience.

“Very well, good luck,” you said with a superb gesture.

Obviously, Marilyn was unable to move and after a painful attempt to get up, she fell to the floor with a cry of pain. You rolled your eyes again and moved closer with your hands on your hips.

“Is the floor comfortable?”

“Shut up, you stupid outcast,” she said, allowing herself to be put back on the bed.

“What the hell is an outcast?” You asked.

“You are.”

“Me? Why?”

“You can fly, you have wings and you heal with your evil powers…”She told you, resigning herself to you putting the sheets over her.

“I’m a forest fairy. I know it's hard to understand but...”

“Oh, I get it, I get it pretty well. My family died because of you. Inhuman monsters that should not exist.”

You ignored that tone and those words and just explained your condition.

“I don't have evil powers, Marilyn. I can only do good things. Look, I don't know what asylum you escaped from, or what the hell you're talking about.”

“I'm just telling the truth, (Y/N), you shouldn't exist.”

“Great,” you said amused. “Why don't you shut up for a while and try to rest?”

“I'm not going to close my eyes in your presence, and I recommend you do the same…” She hissed, threatening. You raised your eyebrows at that ridiculous threat.

"Yes, whatever you say…” You said. “I will prepare an infusion for you so you can sleep…”

“But, (Y/N), haven't you heard me? I hate you,” she said, surprised by your kind and indifferent attitude.

“Yes, you hate me...” You sighed, disappearing again.

After a few minutes, you returned, a steaming mug in your hand.

“Here, it will help you to sleep,” you said, looking at the infusion with doubts. “It's an old recipe…” You murmured. “Valerian, chamomile, lime blossom… Wait, I think I forgot about…”

“Two mint leaves,” Marilyn said, finishing the recipe for you.

“That's it…” You said with a smile, snapping your fingers. “Wait, how did you know?”

“I studied botany. I know everything about plants and their properties. She explained to you, without looking into your eyes. You nodded surprised.

“Oh…”

That night was complicated. You didn't think she was really capable of doing anything to you, but from your little sofa, you kept watching her. It was all very strange, like it was some kind of nightmare. She seemed like a woman who was not at all innocent. She spoke about things that you were unable to understand and you felt that she truly hated you for what you were, when thanks to your powers, you saved her from a fateful and uncertain fate.

The next day, the noise of an engine woke you up. Yawning, you leaned out the window, watching the sheriff's car approach your cabin. You immediately looked at Marilyn, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

“Fuck…” You whispered, rushing out of the cabin.

“Oh, (Y/N), good morning,” the sheriff said, a man with an age, and very, very friendly.

“Sheriff Callahan…” You said, faking a smile. “What brings you here?”

“Nothing important, (Y/N), I just wanted to know if you know anything about this,” he told you, handing you a photograph. You did not come out of your astonishment. It was a picture of that old Cadillac. The daylight had left it exposed.

“Wow, what happened?” You asked. Good thing the man knew you. You were awful at acting.

“An accident a few kilometers from here... The car was empty when we found it, but there were traces of blood.”

“My God, so someone's hurt,” you said, praying that the redhead wouldn't wake up.

“It's not just someone, (Y/N), it turns out that we have received a notice from the Vermont police. That car had no license plate, and matched the description of a fugitive… Laurel Gates.”

“Laurel Gates?” You asked. You didn't recognize that name, but you imagined who it belonged to. As you suspected, Marilyn Thornhill was just a false identity. Having the sheriff in your backyard was dangerous, but it was also a good source of information that you could take advantage of.

“Yes, look, we got this by fax,” he said, handing you another photograph. Now there was no longer any doubt. She was the woman you had in your house.

“What has she done?” You asked, handing the photograph back to the sheriff.

The man laughed and shook his head.

“What hasn't he done? She tried to kill all the students from a school for special children,” the man said, looking around. “That's why I've also come to see you, (Y/N). That woman seems to have something against those kind of people.”

“Outcasts,” you said, finally recognizing the term she called you several times. The man agreed.

You finally found out what that woman was doing there, why she was running away. She was dangerous, a killer. Now you had another decision to make. You saved her life, you healed her, you fed her. At that time you knew there was something wrong with her but you didn't do anything. You decided to take her home instead of going to the hospital.

It would be a very difficult thing to explain to the police. And you were still a good fairy. You couldn't just hand her over to the sheriff. There was something different about that redhead, you could feel it. No heart is completely dark.

Give her up, hide her… Those were your two options at that moment. You felt obliged to at least wait for her to recover, you didn't know exactly why. Being a fairy sometimes had those kinds of problems. Doing a common good, or helping a person, what a dilemma. The solution came by itself, in the form of words you almost thought you didn't mean.

“Oh, well, I guess I'll be careful,” you said nervously, smiling. The sheriff looked at you and nodded.

“Well, sorry for the inconvenience, oh and save me a couple of those delicious oranges. My wife doesn't know how to live without them,” he said, pointing to one of your fruit trees.

“On Wednesday I'll be at the market as always,” you said amused, while the man walked back to the car.

Once the car was far enough away, you went back into the cabin. The woman was sitting on the bed, looking at you surprised.

“Why didn't you tell him?” She asked with a strange look.

“Tell him what?” You asked, approaching to check her bandages.

“You know what, (Y/N), now you know who I am, why they're looking for me,” she whispered while you put off the bandage on her leg.

You looked at her and didn't say anything, you only saw the state in which her wounds were.

“Laurel Gates, yes,” you whispered, getting up from the bed. She was looking at you with wide eyes as you headed to the kitchen for one of your healing salves.

“Let's see…” You said whispering. Your look was serious as you applied the cream to her wound. The redhead hissed, but she didn't protest as loudly as she did the day before.

“(Y/N),” she said, interrupting you, grabbing your wrist. “Haven't you heard? I am a dangerous murderer.”

You sighed and wriggled out of her grasp.

“Don't move,” you said, ignoring her comment at first. Then the tension became unbearable. “The outcasts are people like me? People with special abilities?”

“Yes…” She said, watching carefully how you healed her leg.

“Why do you want to kill us?” You asked, perhaps being a bit abrupt in your movements.

“They killed my family…” She whispered. You stopped and looked at her. “I told you yesterday.”

“How they did it?”

“My family always fought to keep those monsters out of town. They all died to fulfill that important mission.”

“Oh, don't tell me,” you whispered.

“I don't expect you to understand. Surely your outcast brain is incapable of seeing the reality of things,” Laurel said, with that murderous look again.

“My outcast brain is healing your broken leg, so I'll give you some advice, shut up,” you said ironically.

“Are you threatening me?”

“No, I'm just asking you to shut that big mouth and let me finish healing you since you're not going to thank me,” you answered, bandaging her leg again.

“You must be a real idiot,” she said, laughing. “You know that I would kill you if I had the chance and still…”

“I’m just doing what my conscience dictates,” you interrupted. Your hands trembled with rage. It was incredible to you that even though you were the one taking care of her, even if you hadn’t ratted her out to the police, she still had that attitude.

She huffed and crossed her arms.

“I don't understand.”

“We are two now.”

The day passed normally, within the non-normal. You dedicated yourself to your small garden, with which you earned your living, while the redhead rested. You barely exchanged words, she just looked at you, she followed you with her eyes. You couldn't deny that you were scared, at any moment she would be able to get up and strangle you, you were convinced.

After working hard, you came home with a basket full of the fruit you had picked.

“Are those oranges?” The redhead asked, giving you a good scare. You took a fruit from the basket and threw it at her.

“No, they're watermelons, what do you think?” You said ironically. Laurel examined the fruit curiously.

“It is impossible for orange trees to grow in this type of soil,” she said, looking at that fruit.

“Not for me. Every Wednesday I sell the fruit in the town. This is how I earn my living,” you explained. “That one is free, but the next one you will have to pay for.”

“Why do you live here by yourself?” She asked, peeling the orange. You sighed and closed your eyes.

“Because I like it. Here I can commune with nature, and I don't have anyone to bother me. Well, at least until you came along.”

“Really I don’t understand you. With this fruit you could become rich. I have never tasted one like this,” she said, taking a slice.

“How typical. Money isn't the most important thing, Laurel. I'm not interested,” you said, approaching the bed. “I know, the outcasts are idiots, we deserve to die…” You ironized.

“You already know that,” she answered with a disturbing smile. You rolled your eyes and nodded. “I met many outcasts in Nevermore, but the truth is that I didn't know that forest fairies existed.”

“Nevermore?”

“It's the school where I worked.”

“Oh the one where you almost did a massacre, okay, okay,” you said. “Look, you don't like me and I don't like you. I can't let you leave in that state, but when you recover you will walk out that door and find your life on your own, is that clear?”

Laurel nodded.

“Believe me, (Y/N), I'm the first one who wants to leave this place,” she told you smiling.

“Great, and by the way, you could use a bath, you stink,” you said, leaving the cabin again.

It was already night. You were lying on the grass, looking at the loads of stars in the sky. You were reflecting on the events of the past two days. A school for outcasts, it seemed impossible to you. Before living in that cabin, you went to a normal school and they weren't good years. You felt the mockery and terror of your companions towards you. People didn't treat you right until you had something to offer them. You kept wondering what your life would have been like in that school, living with people who are just like you.

“Hey! You! I need help!” The redhead yelled from inside the cabin. You sighed and got up from the ground.

“My name is not you!” You yelled in response. You heard a growl.

“(Y/N)! Help me! Please… Please!”

“That's better,” you said to yourself.

Carefully, you helped Laurel out of the tub.

“Don't look... You perverted...” She whispered to you. You closed your eyes.

“Perverted, that's new,” you said ironically, while you covered her body with a towel.

The days passed without news. The tense relationship between you only changed if you talked about plants. They were the only conversations you could have in peace, without insults and death threats. Finally, Laurel was able to get out of bed, using old crutches. It was much more disturbing to you that she was able to walk freely around the cabin.

“And these are carrots,” you said, pointing to a plot of your garden.

“What do you use to fertilize them?” the redhead asked curiously.

“I go to the forest occasionally to look for material. Never made chemicals, they would change the flavor completely,” you explained reluctantly.

“Chemicals come from plants, did you know?” She told you, laughing, something more and more frequent.

“Yeah, sure, from a tree called lab,” you said sarcastically, laughing as well.

The nights were somewhat different. It was cold, but still, you always went out on your little porch to taste the dinners you prepared. Laurel was always left alone, devoured her food, and went to sleep. Little by little it became a routine, a disturbing one.

That night you were trying your soup while admiring the full moon when you heard the door open. The redhead moved slowly, leaning on her crutches and with a blanket over her, she sat next to you. You looked at her with a frown.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“Do you know what day it is today?” She told you, placing her plate with difficulty on the wooden table.

“24.”

“It's Christmas Eve, (Y/N)…” She sighed, looking up at the stars.

“I didn't even remember that. I stopped celebrating Christmas years ago,” you commented, shaking your head.

“Don't you have a family?” She asked.

“Well, I don’t,” you said dryly. “My parents abandoned me when I was born. My wings have been known to scare them. I grew up in a foster home in town.”

“I… I'm sorry. I know what that is. All my family died. My mother, my father, my brother...”

“Yes, yes, the horrible outcasts killed them…” You said tiredly.

“What I want to say, (Y/N), is that I know very well what it is to be alone in this world,” she told you with an extremely calm tone, which did not emanate any kind of hatred. “It's not nice.”

“No, it’s not. But I decided to take the path of goodness, not think about murdering people just because my life has been a shit,” you said, drinking some soup.

“I was only doing what I thought was right, (Y/N), what would you have done if you knew who was guilty of the death of your family?”

“I don't know, Laurel. Anything but revenge,” you said sighing. “If you live with resentment your soul turns black.”

“I wish I could have thought that way, but I couldn't,” she told you, sighing as well. “It is difficult to be alone in the world… Not having anyone who understands you, who understands your fears…”

“To hug you…” You continued, feeling how tears began to form in your eyes.

“To tell you that everything will be alright...”

You nodded, already crying. You shook your head and looked at the redhead, who seemed to have the same face as you.

“But that's the past, I've learned to live alone and right now I don't want another kind of life,” you said.

“That's a filthy lie,” she whispered to you.

“Oh, right, I forgot that I have a murderer living with me. I still prefer to be alone,” you joked. She laughed, and so did you. “You say it's Christmas, right?”

“Christmas Eve,” she answered, looking at the stars.

“Whatever...” You said, getting up from the table.

You went through the garden, looking for one of the many pots you had. You found one full of dirt and picked it up, bringing it to the table and dropping it roughly.

“What's that?” Laurel asked, looking at the pot curiously.

“Silence…” You said, closing your eyes and burying your hands in the dirt. A few seconds later, a plant began to sprout, one that you knew was her favorite, a carnivorous plant.

“That, that is…” She said, admiring the plant you had made grow.

“It's for you, Merry Christmas,” you said, bringing the stiff closer to her.

“For me? Why?” She asked surprised.

“I never had Christmas presents, I suppose you didn't either,” you said with a low voice, she shook her head, while she admired the plant. “Well, there you go. Don't thank me, I'm just being compassionate,” you said without giving her the option to respond, entering the cabin again.

“Shit,” you said, shifting on the uncomfortable sofa you were sleeping on. That particular night, you had trouble getting to sleep, even though you were really tired. “But look at the board, damn board,” you said, touching the wooden slats with your fist that were destroying your back little by little.

“What the hell are you saying, (Y/N)?” The redhead asked from the bed. “With your murmurs it is impossible to sleep.”

“Oh, yeah? Try sleeping here,” you said angrily. She got up.

“Well, come to bed, there's plenty of room,” she said, making you open your eyes a lot.

“With you? Ha, don’t make me laugh,” you said ironically.

“As you want,” she replied, lying down again.

After a few more turns you grunted and got up from the sofa, sitting on the bed.

“Step aside,” you snapped. You couldn't see her face, but you were sure she was smiling at your defeat. Laurel stirred and you shyly got into bed. “Aren't you afraid that I'll infect you with some outcast illness or something like that?”

“Shut up and go to sleep,” she told you. You shrugged and lay back, getting as far away from the heat of her body as you could. “(Y/N)…”

“What…”

“Merry Christmas to you too…”

After that day everything changed. There was no rancor in her words anymore, there were no insults, only smiles. It was as if something in her had said “enough” to the hate and was learning to live with her own fears.

On the contrary, you were beginning to feel strange. In the mornings you woke up next to her, hugging her body. You didn't understand why your heart started pounding every time you looked at her while she was sleeping. It couldn't be, it just couldn't be what you were feeling. You were falling in love with that woman, and it didn't seem to matter much to you, at least until you stopped to think about it.

“Happy New Year!” You yelled while listening to the radio. As a reflex you hugged her and she did the same. Her leg was much better, but it was still too early to let her go. Something inside you told you that you were both running away from that moment. “Come on, let's dance,” you said, turning up the the radio volume.

“I can't dance, (Y/N)…” She told you, amused.

“Of course you can,” you answered. “Unless you have a problem, in your old-fashioned philosophy is dancing a sin?”

“Well… I don't know,” she joked, getting up with difficulty.

Music filled that little cabin while you did something like dancing. The laughs were even louder than the music as you let the redhead spin you around. On one of those spins, she stopped you very close to her. Silence fell.

She was looking at you, and you were looking at her too. You had known each other for over a month, but it was as if you had just discovered yourselves. You wouldn't know what happened, but in an instant, her lips landed on yours.

You closed your eyes, feeling how the fire invaded your heart. You had been dreaming something similar for days, since that Christmas Eve in which you began to sleep with her. Her spirit had changed, she was no longer the cruel murderer you found in a crashed car. She was your partner, your counterpart, the woman you didn't mind sharing your life with.

The kiss lasted a while. It was a pure one, it was not wild, it was calm. Her hands cupped your face and yours went straight to her waist. Something inside you told you that this was not right, that no matter how much you were falling in love with her, that did not cancel out the things she had done.

You parted slightly, looking down. You didn't know what to say, although you did know what you wanted to keep doing. Kiss her, kiss her until you're out of breath. You had to get out of that trap that you yourself had gotten yourself into.

“Laurel…” You whispered, pointing to her legs. “Your leg…”

She shook her head and looked down. There was something missing, the crutch. She looked at you, realizing what that meant.

“You're fine…” You said.

“Yes… It seems that way,” the redhead answered, moving her knee. “I… I, I'll leave tomorrow morning. It's New Year Day and there won't be anyone on the road,” she said, separating from you completely.

You just stood there, standing. A few days ago you wished that she would leave, that she would leave you alone. At that moment the thought of her leaving was like a stab in your chest. You weren't going to admit it, but you couldn't just pretend nothing was wrong either.

You turned off the radio and without saying a word, you got into bed next to her, like every night. Laurel had her back to you, she didn't seem to want to even talk to you like she usually did at night.

“Laurel…” You whispered. She moved a little. “Hold me, please...” You begged, running a hand over her back. She turned around with a doubtful expression, but complied with your request, pulling you tighter against her. You kept the tears from spilling down your cheeks.

You always thought that it was not worth having someone by your side, that you could be alone for the rest of your life. That tender and unexpected hug made you realize that you were very wrong.

Little by little, your hands intertwined while your eyes traveled all over your body. At one point the kisses took control. They weren't like the kiss from before, this one was different, desperate, anxious. It was your last night together, you knew it, she knew it. The prejudices that she was supposed to have disappeared along with your clothes, along with her clothes. Hugs, caresses, kisses, warmth. It was all you could feel in your little cabin. There were no questions, you didn't ask for permission, and she didn't either. There were no words of love either, affectionate whispers, only passion, only your naked bodies melting under the sheets, in the light of the small candles you had on, in the residual heat left by the fireplace when it went out. It was a magnificent night, the best of your entire life, a night you would never forget.

“Don't forget your plant,” you said, as Laurel gathered up some things and put them in a backpack. She smiled at you and picked up the little pot. “Hey, where are you going to go?” You asked.

“I don't know…” She replied with a melancholic air. “I suppose I will live a life very similar to yours.”

You nodded, as she put the backpack on her shoulders. There were no more words. Laurel headed for the door, followed closely by you. The unmade sheets on the bed made you shiver as you remembered the night before. So many days dreaming of that moment, and in the end you were devastated to lose her.

“(Y/N)…. I…” She said, turning to look at you. “I… I'm sorry. I was wrong with the outcasts, I was wrong with you...”

You nodded, trying not to meet her eyes.

“It's okay, mistaking is a human thing,” you said, trying with all your might to smile.

“I doubt there's any humanity left in me…” Laurel whispered, caressing your cheek. “I… I'm going… I'm going to miss you.”

The redhead gave you a soft kiss on your lips. You no longer did anything to hide your tears, they ran freely down your cheeks.

“Me too…”

She seemed to be crying too, but she turned around, starting to walk, walking away from your house and your life. It was a painful goodbye. You never thought you could fall in love with a woman like her, a woman who hates you, or rather she hated you. A fugitive, a murderer. But you were crazy about her, and now that you realized that she had feelings for you too, she was gone forever.

You looked everywhere, looking for some signal to act, something to tell you what to do. You didn't really need it. You had already lost sight of her, but she wasn't going to go far, she still limped. You spread your wings and glided down the path.

“Wait, wait!” You yelled. She turned around, startled. You landed crashing in front of her and grabbed her wrists.

“(Y/N)…” She told you, looking at you astonished.

“I know what you're going to tell me, that I'm an outcast, that you wouldn't even live with me, but, but I have, I have to try.”

“Try?” She asked. You put your hand on her mouth to shut her up.

“Look, I know that we are like oil and water, that you are older than me, that you are a fugitive and that surely you could kill me while I’m sleeping, but this month and a half with you has been the best of my life. I thought, I thought that I didn't need anyone by my side, that I could live alone, but… It's just that I can't… I, I can't live without you.”

She looked at you surprised and nodded at your affirmations.

“But say something, you idiot!” You yelled nervously.

She smiled and kissed you passionately. You cried, but you didn't understand anything, you didn't understand what that kiss meant.

“(Y/N), I… I don't deserve your love…” She told you, shaking her head. “I don't deserve to spend the rest of my life in this cabin, by your side, even if it's what I want the most right now.”

“I decide what you deserve, Laurel…” You said sobbing. “Please, don’t, don't go, stay with me... Please...” You said, throwing yourself into her arms.

“(Y/N)…”

“Please… I… I love you…” You whispered. Her embrace became even stronger and her tears began to wet your clothes.

“I love you…” She whispered too.

“Don't go, stay with me, please... You'll be safe here, no one will find out, we can, we can be happy...”

“Happy?” She said, moving away from you a bit. “You and me?”

“Yes, you and me…” You repeated, trying to calm down.

“I hated you, (Y/N).”

“But now you love me…” You said. She nodded.

“Now I love you…”

“Stay with me, Laurel, fuck the world, fuck your past...”

“(Y/N), I… I…” She said, stammering, while she took your hands. “Okay.”

“What?��

“Okay, (Y/N), I'll, I'll stay with you…” She said smiling, just like you. “I want, I want a life with you, far away from everything…”

“With our garden…” You said, putting your hands around her waist.

“Your delicious menus…”

“Your killer smile…” You joked.

“Together.”

“Together.”

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