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virgincels · 4 months

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STRICTLY BUSINESS !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. a lot of misogyny, sexual harassment, p in v, leon is a creep omg, dubious consent but she agrees ultimately 😭

note. HAII can’t bother to change my dividers despite the theme change .. not edited so please ignore mistakes! og re4 leon btw .. no other leon.. :3 honestly I will probably write a longer fic like this bc.. I didn’t make it fleshed out enough 😭 rbs and feedback so appreciated :3

tumblr has started to remove fics that for example use tw non-con and any nsfw tags in general from the tags. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.

Tuesday October 21st, 2004

“You’re kidding me, what a treat,” Leon Special Agent Kennedy still gets frisked when he steps foot into the BSAA headquarters. He’s done more for America than Washington ever did, and that guy’s on the dollar bill. You’d think that after rumours spread of you being bent over in the Oval Office, being the main suspect in a presidential affair, they’d give you more credit. “This is my favourite part.” He says, straight-faced.

“Kennedy,” Redfield’s smile is seething, more constipated than it is friendly, like the mere sight of Leon brings him immense pain. “Hands against the wall.”

“You want me to bend over too?” He asks, very seriously, because Leon is a good boy and he’ll do as he’s told. “I can bend over.”

“Think you’ve done enough of that.” Chris sees Leon as an invasive species of sorts. A snail that gets into the cabbage patch.

“You’re no fun.”

Chris calls out a name he hasn’t heard before, small hands land on his waist. It can’t be Redfield ‘cause his palms easily dwarf Leon’s waist, could wrap around it if they stretched far enough. He glances over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of whoever has the honour of feeling him up.

“Eyes forward,” A less bullish voice commands, “Um, please, sir.” This is a girl, not a woman, but a girl. Women are his favourite, but he can make do with a girl if she’s cute enough.

“Must be my lucky day,” Leon hums in delight as you pat him down, “Oooh, are we doing a cavity search?”

“Well…” You pause, hands lingering over his calf, “I’m not really sure.”

“No.” Redfield grunts in his primitive way.

“No, no cavity search,” You confirm, “I’m… sorry.” You tell him, and you really should be, Leon loves having his cavity searched. Oral, anal, if he had a vaginal cavity he’s sure he would have fun with that too.

“You can go lower, sweetheart,” Leon bites his tongue when you ghost over his belt loops, “Grab my balls while you’re at it, I don’t mind.”

“Knock it off, Kennedy.” His first real warning, ‘cause Chris speaks in his Captain voice not in ape sounds.

“I’m kidding, you can take it easy, big guy.” His mind wanders as you touch him up, getting to his chest in which you find a flask tucked into the inside pocket of his jacket, it’s confiscated promptly.

“Are you stupid?” Hunnigan asks, as his handler or glorified babysitter, she must accompany him to every teensy, little task. Her question is rhetorical, obviously.

“She’s just so sweet to me, I call her Honeygan.” Leon tells no one in particular.

“No you do not, Leon.” She says, cerebral and unfrisked, which begs the question of why only he gets borderline harassed on BSAA grounds. Not that he’s complaining.

“Hi there, cutie,” He doesn’t smile often for ladies, they like the whole brooding thing he’s got going on, but he really can’t hold it back. All teeth and everything. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing here? Did you get lost, need help finding your mommy?”

“Kennedy,” Second warning, it goes unheard, or unprocessed, or rather Leon does not give a single shit.

“How old are you, sweetheart?” He puts his hands on his knees, like he’s crouched down talking to a toddler. “You look like a baby.”

“Twenty-one, sir.” Of course you are, lamb-faced and bright-eyed. That’s far too little. Then again, old enough to drink, old enough to suck dick. If a girl can knock back a shot, she’s likely to swallow - not spit.

“Oh, and do your Skechers light up, sweetheart?” You should be at home, burping a Baby Alive doll, pottering around an all-pink, plastic kitchenette. Doing things that girls do.

“What…?” You glance over at Chris cluelessly.

With this, he’s guided very forcefully by the scruff of his neck, his popped collar, to where the meeting is taking place. Chambers is there, and she’s grown within the last few years. She stretches back in her seat, her tiny tits jut out when her back bows. She hasn’t grown in that sense. You stand guard at the door in tactical gear, it’s like putting a spiked collar on a puppy and passing it off as a guard dog. He’d once thought of the BSAA to be pragmatic, they talk rationally while STRATCOM talk a lot of fancy shit in their Italian wool suits, but to put a young girl in charge of such a strenuous task? Leon takes it all back. They’re a bunch of brutes, hunched over sucking the meat from animal bones, girl bones even.

“Focus.” Valentine, bold and busty, sits beside him “She’s twenty-one.” Back off, is what she means. They’ve had brief encounters, but she’s a woman of few words, her sneer keeps him away as it does most men. She could use some dick.

Leon is well aware of your age considering you told him an hour or so prior. Like he said before, he likes women, not girls, but you’re certainly cute enough. “I know, too young.”

“She’s capable,” Jill shrugs, “Real brave kid,” This is the problem, it’s not bravery, it’s stupidity and Leon of all people knows the difference. Jill stands up when the meeting comes to its end, she’s the first to leave, pats your head on the way out.

The room clears out, you stand still and upright as he approaches. “After you, sir.”

“That’s not how it works,” Leon chides, “Ladies first, sweetheart.”

“After you, sir, I insist,” You’re getting impatient, antsy, “And please don’t call me that.”

“What would you prefer? Babe, baby, honey, babycakes, sweetpea,” All the classics, “Sugartits?”

“With all due respect, sir, fuck you.” You look at him with such discontent it makes him hard.

“Girls shouldn’t talk like that.” Leon stumbles slightly as you barge past him and exit. He finds it funny, he cracks another smile, shame no one’s here to see it, it’s quite beautiful really. His eyes follow the movement of your hips, the swell of your ass that’s hidden beneath those bulky cargos as you stomp off into the distance.

Monday November 1st, 2004

It sits on your desk like a harbinger of doom. A threat that signifies the end of the world, which is everyday in your field. This is the end of your life. No one else’s. This ostentatious display of affection is where it all starts.

“Nice flowers,” Piers comments, and it’s a totally innocent remark, because initially you had thought the exact same thing. How thoughtful, right? Flowers, tons of them, in all shades. You’re not a flowers kinda girl, but you’re not rude, you appreciate the gesture. That’s just how you’ve been raised, the vase mom bought you hasn’t been put to good use either.

You made the mistake of reading the card attached. In barely legible handwriting, all the swoops and loops throw you off, is that an E or a 3, it’s scrawled in leaky black ink that smears easily, crumpled it up the moment you saw who signed it off.

From his cokewhore nose to his insoles, you have no intentions of liaising with Agent Kennedy, much less going on a date with him. He might be charming from afar, but the moment he opens his mouth— oh, how you wish you could sever his tongue and put it in a jar. Might even go the extra mile to pickle it and feed it to him.

The note gets tossed in the trash, you attempt to dispose of the flowers the same way, stuffing them down into the bin beneath your desk. An incinerator would be preferred, but this will do for now. You’re shaking as you rid of them, rolling back your shoulders to relax, you can’t get him off of you. The scent of his biting cologne is in the back of your throat. It stings. He hasn’t done anything as of now, there’s just something about Leon that makes you uneasy.

Thursday November 4th, 2004

Stupid girl. You’re a stupid girl for thinking it was ever over, men like him persist until they wear you down, grind your bones into dust. Today it’s a box of decadent chocolates, you have to admit, they look good. Wasting food makes your gut ache with guilt so you place them on a table in the staff room.

“That’s not very nice, Godiva’s expensive.” Tight-lipped and repulsive, Agent Kennedy stands in the doorway. Why he’s here? You have no clue.

“Sir,” You fix your posture reflexively, “I appreciate it, I’m just not… a fan.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, sweetheart.” Leon cocks his head to the side, the lack of mirth in his tone is chilling. “I waited for you on Monday.”

“I never accepted, sir.” You tell him, “I’m flattered, but I didn’t have time.” And you never will have time for a man like him.

“You didn’t show, I looked like an idiot, that sweater makes you look kinda big by the way,” He says breezily, slips it in seamlessly with his complaint.

You don’t register it, blinking at him dumbly. “I hardly think this is appropriate.”

“Sweetheart,” Leon cups your cheeks, his fingertips are icy on your burning skin, “I don’t go on a lot of dates, so you should count yourself lucky.”

“Sir, what're you doing here?” You question, trying so badly to bypass the system failure that’s taking place in your frazzled brain.

“I have some business, but that’s none of your business is it, cutie?” He taps your nose, “I think you’re too little to get it anyway. Y’know, you take orders well, I thought you’d be a good girl.”

“I’m not a dog,” You scowl.

“Smile, sweetheart, shouldn’t pull faces like that.” Leon pats your cheek, then he turns on his heels and leaves as quickly as he came.

Friday November 5th, 2004

Agent Kennedy is on the premises again, this leads to you ducking into doorways, turning sharp corners into endless corridors— Anything to escape his gaze unscathed. Unfortunately, running has never been your strong suit, it requires some agility, you’re a no-nonsense kind of girl, face the issue head on with your bare hands. You’re capable. So capable. You’re strong, and you have a gun. When your fists fail you, your gun sits cold on your hip. Not that shooting Leon S. Kennedy would ever be a good look in someone’s dossier, but it provides you with some relief.

“There you are,” Quiet, he emerges from the shadows like he materialised right then and there, Agent Kennedy is stealthy, you suppose, “I missed you,” He’s hot on your heels, the bitterness of his scent begins to cloud your mind, “You look good from back here, should wear a skirt more often.”

Don’t speak. Don’t speak. Don’t speak. As much as you’d love to give him a piece of your mind, you fear he’d take it in stride, entertained by your outburst. Leon feeds on attention. He follows you for the entirety of your journey to the ladies room. “Sweetheart, speak to me.”

You’re a fool for thinking he has the decency to wait outside, let you do your business, and then once you return he can begin sweet-talking in your ear once more. Of course, Leon shoulders the door when it shuts on him, he jams his leg in the cubicle door when you try to lock him out. Too slow.

“Did you want to watch me piss, sir?” You ask, putting on your bravest face, as if your heart isn’t about to fall out of your ass and land on the floor with a wet smack. He scares you more than any virus-addled nutcase ever has.

“No,” Leon frowns, and it’s the first time he hasn’t had a witty remark, “Do you think I want to see that shit?” Oh, that offended him.

“I’m sorry for assuming, sir, but it’s just that you are,” You make a mild gesture at the toilet, “In the women’s restroom.”

“I know,” He’s still frowning, and you don’t like it. “I need something from you, babe.” Babe. Holy Mother of God, that’s worse than sweetheart, it sounds infinitely more sleazy.

“What can I do for you, sir? You got a kink?” Once more, you point to the toilet, the scumbag bites the inside of his cheek. His tongue wets his bottom lip as he hunkers down to press his pointy nose to yours. You hear him sniff around in the crook of your neck, like he’s chasing white lines without a straw.

You’re brave. You’re capable, so capable, Miss Valentine has told you the same. What would she do? What would she do? Quick-thinking, improvising, it’s not your thing— Your fingers itch to take out your gun and press it to his temple. Your own temple at this point.

Leon isn’t stupid, he takes your hand, brushing your knuckles with his lips, then he forces you to face the wall. “Hands on the wall, babe, it’s my turn.”

“Sir,” The argument dies as quickly as it comes to mind, fizzling out on your tongue.

“I won’t hurt you, babe, I know you’re little.” He almost coos, fingers tracing over your shoulder blades, then your spine, then his thumbs slot into your back dimples. “I don’t know what you’re doing here, it doesn’t look right, holding guns and shit— You’re too pretty for that, I bet it hurts your arms, don’t it? Oh, you poor thing. I really care about these things, I’m a feminist, sweetheart.”

No. No, you’re strong, you’re well trained— You’re the best Captain Redfield has to offer. “Mr. Kennedy, please, I’m sorry about the date.” There’s a warmth that presses to your back, “It was an honest mistake—“ His dick, he’s got his fucking pig dick on your back. “Get off of me.” Yes, you’re trained in combat, but against him, admittedly you have nothing on him. And it pisses you off more than his dick does.

“Cool it, babe,” Leon takes your wrists in his hand, keeping them behind your back, you hear him spit on his cock from above. The shlick, shlick, shlick of his wet dick being pumped has the acid in your stomach reacting badly with your lunch. “You’re hot, you ever think of going into porn?” Agent Kennedy is whiny during sex it seems, his voice gets airy, you take some amusement in that. As much amusement as you can in this type of scenario.

“I think you’re disgusting, sir,” Wetness splatters over the back of your sleeveless turtleneck, it soaks into the fabric. Leon kisses the nape of your neck, he tucks his cock away, wipes the sweat from his brow and leaves like he was never there in the first place.

The panic sets in a good five minutes later. He’s made you dirty, in a frenzy, you tear off your shirt in the public restroom, dunking it under the sink to wash it clean. A few ladies filter in and out, ask if you’re okay when they see you in your bra, scrubbing like a mad woman.

You smile your best smile, it’s your worst smile. The hand dryer does little to help you out, even when you wring and ring the fabric into the sink basin, all excess water and cum running down the drain, it’s weak. It’s hard to care in this state, hands trembling as you put it back on, the wetness only reminds you of him, it’s black so unless someone has the pleasure of bumping up against you - it’s likely no one will notice.

Visiting HR is new to you, the elevator dings and you step out onto a floor that’s entirely alien. With a foggy mind it’s harder to navigate the rooms, the people, the desks. A pretty lady leads you to the right place, an even prettier lady sits behind a desk. Her face is weathered, slightly mean, but she’s kind when she smiles.

“I’d like to report… I’d like to report,” Your hands are braced flat on the desk, slumped forward, “To report… I want to…”

Her smile is kinder this time, laced with sympathy, “Take your time, sweetheart,” No, don’t call me that, she takes note of how you bristle, “Take a seat and calm down, alright?”

“No,” You shake your head, insistent on getting it out here and now, “Special Agent Kennedy, Leon Kennedy, Leon Scott Kennedy, I want to report him for… I want to report him for— “

“Sweetie,” The lady, sympathetic once more, takes your hand, “I’m afraid I can’t do anything about that.”

“What? Why? You don’t understand, he—“

“Agent Kennedy, he doesn’t work here, he’s not in our database, and taking it up with STRATCOM, well, that’s a whole ‘nother issue.”

“Right,” How stupid can you be? Stupid fucking asshole. It isn’t even a loophole, it’s just totally legal, you can’t do anything. “Right, of course, I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

“Babe, there you are,” Leon revels in your jumpiness, it’s cute. Girls are cuter when they’re shy, when they need a big, strong man to keep ‘em safe. Stoicism doesn’t suit you, anxiety does, it makes your eyes glimmer in the same way Botticelli angels do, your lashes have no end to them. “I missed you.”

“Aren’t you busy saving the world and all, sir?” Still feisty, if it were up to Leon, he’d fuck you silly. Get it all out of you.

“You’re funny,” He says dryly, lips forming a line, “How about that date?”

Rather than exasperation like he had expected, there’s astoundment. “Are you… Are you serious?”

“Duh,” Leon nods, “I thought about it, cutie, I’m happy to give you a second chance.”

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking— Do you seriously think I would ever say yes to you?” Your brows furrow, they need a clean up, nothing some tweezers can’t fix, he’d have to sort out those forehead wrinkles too, you’re much too young for that.

“Nobody says no to me,” Leon responds with ease, “I don’t know why you wouldn’t, sweetheart, I really thought we had something.” His lips twitch, it’s painfully easy to rile you up. The temper is funny short-term, but long-term not quite as much.

“We,” You point at him, then at yourself, “We have nothing, sir, and if you touch me again, I swear on my life I’ll—“

“What will you do, sweetheart? Cry to your mommy about it?” He edges closer to you, till your sides are warm in his hands, “Little girls shouldn’t talk big, you don’t get to call the shots.”

“I’m not, I’m not a little girl, but you’re a fucking creep, and I will tell Captain Redfield, I will tell him.” And he’ll deal with you, Leon guesses. Stupid little girl, as if Mr. President would let a prick from the BSAA land a hit on his most prized possession, other than First Daughter Ashley Graham.

“See, baby? You can’t handle anything on your own, you’re too little.” He smiles, if your balled up fists say anything, it’s obnoxiously smug, “Oh, are you getting angry at me, baby? That’s no good, why don’t you smile for me?” Leon uses his thumbs to forcefully stretch your cheeks upwards, “C’mon, babe, smile for me.”

“Get off of me,” You twist out of his grip, pumps click-clacking as you desperately try to escape him, but it’s clear you’re new to them, getting the heel caught in each crack— Leon could do better.

“They make your legs look great,” He whistles, never less than a step behind, “Think you should wear ‘em everyday, field work ain’t all that, y’know? I could get you a job over in my building, filing and shit, could wear a skirt everyday.”

“Sir, do you ever shut up?” Comes your shaky yet clipped reply.

“I got plenty more where that came from, babe,” Leon says shamelessly, “Let me take you home, sweetheart, I’ll show you a good time.”

You shiver at the mere thought, shoulders lifting to your ears as you shake yourself off. Leon grabs you from behind once more, this time he’s got a handful of your tits. Without that bulletproof vest, you’ve got a great figure, shit made you square. This pencil skirt and turtleneck combo is flattering, and Leon has to admit, he’s always had a thing for office wear.

To your credit, you put up a good fight, a few more years of training and you would knock Leon flat onto his ass. That’s why he’s gotta save you while he can, girls shouldn’t get to that point. Especially not ones like you. “I’ll leave you alone, sweetheart, if you just give it to me once.” His lies are convincing, he takes your silence as consideration to his offer.

“Once,” You repeat, “Just once?”

“Just once.”

“I’ll bite it off.” You claim.

“Sure you will, babe.” Leon snickers, and because he’s Special Agent Kennedy, he gets his way. Through determination, blood, sweat, tears and a load of cum.

“Keep those on,” He tells you, nodding his head towards your heels as the two of you enter his apartment. “Take that off, and the skirt too.” Leon instructs, and you do as he says, “Good girl.”

He gives you a once over. Not bad. There’s always tweaks that could be made, while all women are beautiful to him, it comes natural to most, they could still be better. Perkier tits, shapely legs, nicer ass— Y’know, you could work on it.

“C’mere, cutie,” Leon pats his lap, begrudgingly you oblige, the mattress sinks with your combined weight. He snaps your bra strap, it pings back on your supple skin, then he reaches back to unhook it. Yeah, Leon can do it one go, you might not look impressed, but he knows you are deep down. “Look at that.” These tits, they have no room on the battlefield, seriously. He squeezes them, the fat spills past his fingers, the BSAA can’t be risking such valuable assets.

He can’t pinpoint your exact feelings, there’s irritation on your face, but when he lays you down, spreads you open, there’s a wet patch on your panties that’s telling of your true nature as a girl. It’s just primal instinct, right? Getting wet when there’s a handsome man groping you. “Aw, I told you we’d have fun, baby.” Leon takes your limp legs, tossing them over his shoulders, he slips your panties off, disappointment floods his system when he sees you’re not shaven bare. He’ll have to skip giving head then. Which is a shame, ‘cause most times it’s fun to see girls squirm on his tongue.

The pad of his thumb meets your clit, he dips downwards past your folds to gather some slick, smears it back over your bud. Part of him wants a taste, his fingers aren’t enough, Leon wants it straight from the source itself. Though it’s totally against his code of conduct, his tongue laves over your spread pussy once. He doesn’t let himself get carried away.

Instead, Leon opens you up around his fingers, scissors them into your tight hole to stretch you out. He keeps his thumb rubbing over your clit, he’s good at multitasking, and it’s the only thing that gets you whimpering, though most of it is muffled into your fist. He deems you wet enough, or he’s just very impatient, and it’s definitely the latter, Leon can admit it.

“You ready, babe?” Leon asks, but he doesn’t wait for an answer as he slides into you, to the hilt, and raw. You let out a shuddering gasp as his cock knocks the fleshy opening of your cervix.

Then, you have the gall to ask, “Is it in yet, sir?” Despite the fact that you’re still trembling, shaken up by the sheer size of him. Leon can be humble, he knows it’s not that big, but for inexperienced little things like you it must be a real challenge. You take to it well, after the first few thrusts, the discomfort seems to fade, and your back arches against your will. A real cockslut born and bred.

He fills you up, fucks you like he wants to tear a hole through you, “You need to shut your mouth sometimes, sweetheart. I don’t know who raised you, but girls shouldn’t talk back like that.” Leon grips your jaw tight, forces it open so he can spit down your throat, much to his dismay you send the ball of spit hurtling back towards his face. He closes his eyes, hips stilling within you, then he brings his palm down on your cheek. It’s encouragement to behave.

You’re stunned, yelping sharply as he hits you once more, grinding deep into your wet cunt, the squelch gives you away. The way you’re sucking him in, like you’re a glutton for dick, how your hip bones smack into his each time you raise ‘em up— it's so clear you’re enjoying it. You like this, you like him, just needed a man to show you, to put you in your place.

Leon’s kind enough to keep pressing down on your bud, when he pulls out, your pussy clenched tight around the fat head of his cock, it begs him so sweetly to fill you up once more. He bottoms out, you jolt, legs slipping from his shoulders and wrapping around his waist. It’s then he’s reminded of your heels, they dig into his back, and your little hands come to rest on his ass to force him deeper and deeper, which Leon isn’t all that fond of, but you’re an unruly girl.

“Look how bad you want it.” Leon licks into your mouth, sucks on your tongue, “I knew it, baby, I knew you wanted it.” He drives his hips into you with such force, pussy gushing around him, your release trickles out of you with each thrust. “Messy girl.” He taunts, abdomen wet and his cock wetter.

You’re hit with aftershocks as he continues to pump into your sensitive pussy, clit twitching, he has enough sense to pull out. Leon isn’t an idiot. His cock rests heavy on your stomach, he urges you to take it in your hand, and you do. His hand wraps around yours, helps you jerk him off like you should’ve been glad to do in the restrooms earlier. “That’s it, you’re getting good at it, baby, you’re learning.” Leon’s load is sticky, shooting ropes of pearly white over your fingers, dripping down your wrist.

“Sir, this is it now, isn’t it?” You get down to business fast, acting like your pussy wasn’t springing a leak on his cock, “You’ll leave me alone now? If you don’t, I really will tell him, I will do something about it I swear on my fucking life.”

He says yes, but Leon is already thinking of what to send you next week. On Monday it might be a teddy bear, the ones that hold stuffed hearts in their stuffed arms. Tuesday, another bouquet, or a dress, a tight one that brings out your eyes. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, he has plenty of time to chase you again.

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rowretro · 4 months

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𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐋𝐢𝐩𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬, 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬, 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝.

✧IMAGES DO NOT BELONG TO ME✧

✧warnings:toxic/yandere themes, harassment, violence, stalking Blood,

✧synopsis: Serial killer Riki was a rich bratty son of an extremely rich CEO who got away with many murders. However, when his eyes set on her, his new drive was different, for he has fallen in love for the first time, and he wants it to last (I'll do more parts to this if uw<3)

Nishimura Riki would openly murder his victims in torturous manners, but no one would dare to ever take action on him. No one understood how such a handsome, quiet, talented boy ended up being a man almost everyone feared. Though people have started to notice, tiny changes in him. He started smiling...

A smile that rooted from a girl no one would ever believe Riki fell for. Yang Y/n. He notices how your high heels were between 5-7 inches, and yet you're so adorably short under him. He loved your different hairstyles, especially those space buns that match your smiley persona. Though you wasn't the smartest, you are extremely creative on paper, canvas, and on your face. He was observant of all the different makeup styles and glitters you used. Oh and that lip gloss stick. Pretty and perfect, making your lips look oh so kissable.

Riki never stopped killing though, heck he started killing more, there were more shades of blood than the pretty, red lipsticks you owned. How could he stop when so many boys always find a way to get your attention. Whether its slapping or groping you, as if you were just an object to them, or approaching you with flower bouquets. You found it suspicious how the boys who had something to do with you always drop dead the next day.

You spent a little extra time in school today as you had a detention. It was obvious. Mr Choi was definitely biased, he always called you out over stupid things and tries to get you in detention. Anyone could tell he wants you by the way his hands linger and How unprofessional he gets around you. This didn't go unnoticed by Riki either. As you stepped back into his class as you dropped your favourite red lipstick there, you gasped at the scene.

Red liquid splattered everywhere, a scene straight out of a violent horror film. So what if you lose one red lipstick? its better than losing your blood. "Oh princess... don't be scared" a voice called out from behind. You immediately turn around, your face hitting Riki's chest as you stumble back. Riki catches you, holding you tight against his body, a small bloody scar on the side of his face. "I had to teach that pedo a lesson for messing with my doll." he simply said.

"He won't be messing with you for a while hmm?" he chuckled as h forcefully pulled you into a loving, passionate kiss. It was both your and his first kiss, for him a dream come true but for you, a nightmare. He pulled away, his dark eyes staring into yours, seeing nothing but fear, your silence ticking him off. The man swiped blood off of his bleeding cut, and smeared it on your lips. "Hmm... red lipstick looks pretty on you baby..." he chuckled watching you wipe off the blood from your lips "my pretty baby." he darkly said.

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writerslittlelibrary · 3 months

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Hello! I hope you are fine :)

This thought just popped into my head. So we are blackhill’s daughter (and maybe wanda’s girlfriend) and we are deaf. So all the avengers are super supportive obviously. In one party we are having a good time with everyone until we go for a drink. While ordering a guy approaches (maybe shield agent or something) and wants to hit on us but we can’t hear him so we don’t pay attention. He notices our hearing aids and thinking that they are earplugs or earphones he takes them off and starts harassing us.

One of the avengers (or Wanda, Nat or Maria) notices and they come to our aid.

No rush or anything, take your time :DD 💚

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summary: when a guy approaches you at a Stark party, you are unable to hear him. what happens when he gets offended because he thinks he is being ignored?

pairing: Blackhill x deaf daughter reader

warnings: harassment, curse words, idiot guy, his nose gets broken so all is well in the end

genre: angst, fluff

words: 1589

a/n: I loved this request so much!! It is such an original and creative idea 🥰 (sorry it's a little short)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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You inability to hear had never been a problem. Your moms were blessed with you when you were two years old. You have been deaf since birth. Apparently it was too difficult for your biological parents to raise a deaf child, so they give you up for adoption. That, however, had never been easy.

There weren’t a lot of people that were ready for the responsibility of caring for a deaf child. However, after two years of foster care, Natasha and Maria finally came along.

It had been their dream for many years to adopt a little baby girl to add to their family.

You grew up in an incredibly loving home. Natasha already knew some sign language because of Clint, but after adopting you her and Maria, and all the other Avengers, started learning sign language. Everyone was eager to be able to communicate with you.

Everyone on the team simply adored you, and everyone spoiled you rotten.

Tony had insisted on sending you to some prestigious, expensive private school to ensure you would be able to learn to the best of your abilities. He claimed that your lack of hearing should never get in the way of living up to your potential.

And so, the class you went too was small, and the teachers all signed while they spoke. Only when you turned 9 did you realise you were different when you noticed some people stared when you signed instead of spoke.

In the end, you couldn’t have a more loving and supportive family.

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Tonight was one of Tony’s famous parties, and after a long talk with your parents, and lots of convincing and helping out around the apartment, you were finally allowed to go.

Natasha and Maria were hesitant with letting you go to these kind of parties. They knew there probably wasn’t a safer place to be, but they always preferred one of them stay home with you as the other made an appearance. It wasn’t personal, they just didn’t like to leave you alone.

However, you were now 17. You were older and stronger, and even if anything were to happen Maria and Natasha trusted that your girlfriend, Wanda, would 100 percent be able to protect you.

And so you got dressed. You had picked out your favourite dress and Wanda had helped you put on some light make-up.

Together with your moms and Wanda you had gone to the Stark party, quickly finding the other Avengers and catching up with them. It had been a few days since you had been in the tower. Sure, that might not sound like a lot, but you were used to seeing the other Avengers almost every day, so missing a few days made a bigger impact than others might think.

After an hour or two, you had gotten quite thirsty.

‘I’m getting a drink,’ you signed towards your moms and you got up. Natasha smiled and spoke as she signed. “Can you get me my favourite?” she asked, and you smiled as you nodded, turning around to head to the bar.

When you arrived at the bar you smiled as you saw your favourite bartender. Tony was a man who preferred to have a selected group of trusted staff, and so, at every party, event or gathering the same bartenders, security and servers could be found.

John smiled at you as he spoke and signed, asking you what you would like to drink.

That was an other thing Tony paid a lot of attention to. People were lined up for miles to join his staff, yet Tony had quite a list of requirements they all had to meet. One of those were that they had to know sign language. He wanted every Avenger to be able to communicate with his staff, even the small Avenger.

You gave John your order as you went to sit down on a barstool, sighing as you leaned your elbows on the bar, resting your head in your hands.

Because of your position you were unable to see a guy approaching you from your left.

“Hello there beautiful. What’s a pretty little girl like you doing alone at a party like this?” he asked. You, of course, ignored him, unable to hear what he was saying. You didn’t even realise there was someone standing next to you.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!” he spoke as he raised his voice. Again, you didn’t reply.

The man took a step closer, taking a good look at your face before he noticed the hearing aids that were stuck in your ears. You didn’t use them often. Tony had made them for you when you were 14 because you wanted to know what it was like to hear, but to be honest, you didn’t like all the noise from the world in the slightest.

You were wearing your hearing aids tonight but you hadn’t even thought about turning them on. People always communicated with you through sign anyway.

John was busy making you and your moms’ drink while the guy was contemplating what to do.

After a second his frustration got the best of him and he reached towards you, ripping the hearing aid from your ear and throwing it on the ground, crushing it with his boot.

You, startled from the sudden movement and force you felt on your left ear, stumbled from the barstool, standing up to face the man.

“What the hell are you for spoiled brat! You think it’s okay to come to a party like this with earplugs?! Hey! I’m talking to you!”

You knew he was yelling. You could notice it from the vibrations the guy’s voice left as he stood across from you. The people around you starting to look was also a dead give away.

Your eyes filled with fear as the raging man took a step closer to you, reaching his hands out to try and grab you.

You took a step backwards quickly, ready to turn around and run to find your moms.

However, you didn’t have to do anything of the sorts as you spotted a metal hand grabbing the guy’s shoulder, spinning him around. The man was so taken off guard that he didn’t notice what was going on until a flesh hand collided with his left cheek.

The force of the punch was so big it made the man lose his balance. He stumbled into the bar as he grabbed his face, mumbling something before he slumped down to the floor.

“She’s deaf, asshole!” Bucky yelled at him before moving towards you, gently cupping your face in his large hands and directing your gaze towards him, away from the guy on the floor.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he signed.

It took you a moment before responding, softly nodding as Bucky laid his hand on your back, turning you around and leading you towards the couches.

Natasha had a concerned look on her face when she noticed you and Bucky coming back to join them. You had a disorientated and confused look, and besides, once of your hearing aids was missing.

“Are you okay, Malysh?” she hurriedly asked as she signed, walking towards you quickly and running her hand over your hair.

“There was some asshole at the bar. I took care of it,” Bucky explained. He leaned towards you to plant a kiss on the top of your head before he took off, leaving you and Natasha alone, figuring you wouldn’t want to be with anyone but your moms right now.

Natasha pulled you into a hug, softly stroking your back as realisation finally dawned upon you.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds before the tears started coming. You sobbed into Natasha’s shoulder, crying out all the confusion and shock from the prior situation.

After a minute or two Natasha pulled away, cupping your face in her hands and wiping your tears with her thumbs.

‘What happened?’ Natasha signed.

‘I don’t know what I did wrong! I didn’t notice him there, I swear. And all of a sudden he ripped my hearing aid off and threw it on the ground. Then he just started yelling!’ You signed quickly, you signing a bit messy with the way you were breathing so heavily.

‘It’s okay. You did nothing wrong, I promise,’ Natasha signed back, reassuring you.

You hesitantly nodded, your tears finally stopping as you made your was back towards the other Avengers.

Natasha got Maria’s attention, signing as she spoke, “let’s go home.”

Maria immediately agreed after seeing your disorientated face, putting her drink down and excusing herself. Wanda noticed you as well, yet she figured she should just stay put. She figured you wouldn’t want to be with anyone but your moms right now.

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After arriving home you had immediately taken off your remaining hearing aid, putting it on its charger and letting yourself drop on the couch.

You moms, however, had other plans. Natasha went to pick you up, carrying you to their bedroom like you were a small child, settling you on their big bed as Natasha crawled under the covers beside you.

Maria soon joined. She carried all your favourite snacks and drinks, setting it all on her nightstand and joining you two in the bed, settling herself on the other side of you.

Natasha turned on your favourite show. It didn’t take long before your eyes started to fall close, your head falling onto Natasha’s shoulder as you fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

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hughesurdaddy43 · 4 months

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fear and fridays

Summary: simple complication, miscommunications lead to fallout

pairing: quinn hughes x fem reader

notes: everyone thank taylor swift and zach bryan for this one

You pace back and forth in your living room. Quinn said he wanted to stop by after his game so naturally, you turned your television on and watched from the beginning to the end. The Canucks won, which didn't come as a surprise to you. Captain Quinn Hughes always led his team to victory.

Even though he has a key to your apartment, Quinn knocks, waiting for you to let him in. You come to a halt, feet glued to the floor and fingers trembling. You know why you're so nervous. You haven't seen Quinn since you admitted your feelings to him. His words were on repeat in your head, like a broken record. "If I ever get married to a girl that's not you, I'd pray to God that you'd stand up and object."

Another knock on the door brings you back to reality and you begin to make your way to the slab of wood thats keeping the two of you apart.

There's a smirk on his face when you swing the door open, and he lifts up a brown paper bag with grease staining the bottom, you're worried that whatever is inside will tear apart in a matter of seconds. "I bought some burgers, thought we might treat ourselves to a night in." Your heart does a flip and you shoot him a smile while moving to the side to let him enter. It isn't unusual for Quinn to stop by with dinner after a home game, especially after they win, but you aren't sure how to feel about how normal he's being.

You follow Quinn to your kitchen, taking a seat on the barstool at the counter. He starts with grabbing plates, heading toward the dishwasher instead of a cupboard because he knows that you hate putting dishes away. Then he heads toward your fridge and pulls out two beers, and they aren't your favourite but you make sure to keep them in stock because they're his favourite.

The two of you sit in silence, enjoying your burgers and beer. Wind crashes against your living room window, and everything is taking you back to that night, which feels like forever ago. You haven't talked about it, trying your best to push it to the back of your mind, but still those words are on repeat.

Quinn laughs, causing you to look up from your burger and at him instead. "Jack and Luke said you're lame for not answering their texts." You shake your head, pulling Quinns phone out of his hand. You open up the camera and sport a pouty face before clicking the button to capture the photo and send it to the Hughes brothers group chat. "Thats only because half of the time I never know what the hell they're talking about. And, they keep harassing me, asking if I'll go to the lake house this summer."

You start to hand Quinn his phone but freeze once his phone starts to ring. Its her.

His eyes are already on yours when you look up at him, the both of you unsure of what to do. It's not like you guys are sneaking around, but everything is different now, and you're wondering if she even knows that her boyfriends best friend is in love with him.

In a swift movement, Quinn grabs the phone from your hand and slides it into the pocket of his shorts. "I'll give her a call later." He mumbles. "Anyway, back to the rug rats, you should come to the lake house this summer." He changes the topic and it makes your heart drop. You begin to wonder if you're becoming his secret.

"I don't know, Quinn. I'm not sure I'd want to third wheel, and as much as I love your brothers, I don't think I can survive spending all my time with them." You both know that's a lie. Jack was your friend first, but the moment you two started to drift due to busy schedules, Quinn swooped in. "Why would you third wheel?" He asks as he begins to clear the countertop from your plates and now empty beer bottles.

You frown at him even though his back is facing you. "Well, I assumed you'd be bringing..." You pauses, afraid to say her name out loud. "I assume you'd bring your girlfriend along." Quinn scoffs, "Please, Trevor would be all over her. I wouldn't do that to her." It's a lousy excuse, you know that, but you still want to push it. "So you'll let me tag along and fall victim to Trevor Zegras?"

The two of you laugh at the same time. You like Trevor, but he's like an energetic puppy that doesn't understand basic commands like "Shush" and "No"

"No, no definitely not." Quinn turns around, leaning on the counter behind him and crossing his arms over his chest. He's wearing a tight black underarmour t-shirt and you can't help but let your eyes roam his arms. You usually aren't attracted to guys with muscle, but Quinn pulls it off so well. "Trev knows you're off limits." He tells you.

Your eyes shoot up to his, and you're sure that this time, he's looking at you the same way you look at him. Quinn Hughes is in love, and it's not with his girlfriend.

"Yeah? I'm not so sure 'off limits' means much to anyone anymore."

Quinn smiles at you, running a hand through his hair, and you smile back because you know the ball is in his court.

"I should probably get going, Nat. Early practice tomorrow, Captain needs his sleep."

You desperately want to tell him that he can spend the night, like he usually does. Half of your closet is filled with his clothes anyway, but instead you hop off your stool and walk him to the door.

"Thank you for the treat," You tell him, and there's still that damn smile on his face that is driving you insane, because you made him smile like that, and you know what it means, but the two of you won't say anything more. You open the door for Quinn, but before he steps out, he grabs your hand, pulling you close to him.

He places his hands on your cheeks, and before you can react, he kisses you. One, two, three times.

Neither of you say anything before he starts to walk away, leaving you in your doorway, swooning and dumbfounded.

You shut your door, knowing what you should do next. It's like deja-vu, the way your fingers are trembling once again. You pull your own phone out of your pocket and open up your messages. Jacks contact is first, a text he sent a few hours ago, staring right at you. Your fingers are on a mission to send a simple text.

ill see you at the lake house

#quinn hughes #hockey boys #hockey blurb #quinn hughes x you #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes imagine #jack hughes #nhl fic #luke hughes #hughes brothers

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emeritusemeritus · 2 months

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Idk what you think BUT I need the quirky shy reader with glasses who's being bullied for being obviously a virgin and Fred stepping into it because he hates to see her suffering and obviously filling the cliche of falling for her. Hope you like this idea 🥲

My pleasure dear Anon 🖤

Warnings: bullying, sexual harassment, sexual references, love triangle? So many tropes. Insecurities and negative thoughts of self. Fake dating, dating for status, kissing. Love confessions. Inspired by one of my favourite films.

Word count: 3k (oops I got carried away)

"School doesn't have to be the worst years of your life."

Your mother had repeated as you begrudgingly stepped aboard the Hogwarts Express about to start your fifth year, letting your insecurities get the better of you once again. You'd made friends during your years of magical education sure, but you were shy, almost to a fault and you knew you were far from the most attractive girl at school. You had glasses and were quiet, the usual suspects that made you unattractive in society's eyes. You longed for the moment you could transform like all the quiet, nerdy girls in muggle films that suddenly take off their glasses, let their hair down and were considered the hottest girl in town. Instead you would still just be you, without the ability to see.

The teasing had begun not long after your fourth year, the boys of the quidditch team trying to get a rise out of you, deciding that your quiet and unassuming presence was somehow offensive to them. You were bullied for simply existing and for being you.

"Oooh look, here's Mary," one had said, his acne covered face repulsing you without even having to open his mouth.

"Very original," you'd muttered under your breath, holding back a roll of your eyes at the stupid nickname. Mary was the ultimate virgin, the definition of the good girl, your new apparent namesake.

"Hey virgin girl, can I have your notes?"

"Oi Virgin! Let me break the seal!"

It was incessant, humiliating and utterly soul destroying. The other girls seemed to get away without any of this, Virgin's or not, but you were always singled out, always teased.

You dreamt of becoming the stereotypical bad girl, sleeping around, partying all the things that would alter everyone's perception of you but the thought of even attempting to talk to someone with the aim of having sex was terrifying. Plus, it just wasn't who you were.

Today was a bad day. It had started almost as soon as you walked into the common room, not even fully awake yet when you'd heard someone mutter your despised nickname to one of their friends. You'd been approached by two Slytherin students in the year above who had tried to tease you, to chat you up and feign interest only to laugh at you once you bit back, only you didn't bite back, you walked off and ignored them- not falling for their tricks.

So when Fred Weasley approached you just after study hall, you did the same. Walked off, looked down and didn't even give him chance to speak, preempting the usual conversation.

He tried again later that day and you rolled your eyes, starting to get frustrated with his determination to make a fool out of you.

You knew the Weasley twins and their pranks and you weren't about to have your hair dyed blue for the entertainment of your peers and so you avoided him completely.

"Y/n, wait," you hear once again and pause to take a deep breath followed by an exaggerated sigh.

"Fred, what do you want?" You say, not holding back in frustration.

"I want to help," he says, catching his breath as he jogged across the deserted corridor to catch up with you.

"Why?" You asked bluntly, still not falling for whatever he was trying to do.

"Because no one should feel like they're making you feel," he says honestly, his eyes looking almost completely sincere.

"And that's your concern because?"

He shrugs, "it's not, but I think I can help."

"Oh yeah? How's that?"

"Date me."

You instinctively roll your eyes, huffing and trying to move away from him but he steps around you, blocking the way. "I mean like fake dating, I'll pretend to be your boyfriend and hopefully they'll leave you alone. I'll be honest with you, there's a girl I've got my eye on and."

"Angelina," you say, making him pause and look at you with a shocked expression. "I might wear glasses but I'm not blind."

"If she thinks I'm dating someone then she might get jealous? Never mind it's a terrible plan. Just forget I said anything."

"Fred wait," you say, calling out to him after he changed his mind halfway through, beginning to walk off. "You think it would work? You ask, showing a little bit of vulnerability.

"Can't hurt to try."

Fred had stuck to his word and after a little bit of sorting out, discussing boundaries and so on, you'd gone public with your 'relationship' nearly a month ago. Immediately the teasing had dwindled down to only the harshest of bullies but even then you were never mocked in Fred's presence. Angelina had been affected by the news, as Fred had predicted and he found that he did get more attention from her, making your agreement mutually for both of you.

George was in on it of course, and you'd genuinely enjoyed your 'fake dates' where you would accompany them to Hogsmeade, help them with their products and listen to their dreams of opening a joke shop, like zonkos but better.

They were nice people, as were their friends and siblings, at least the ones you'd met and for once it was nice to feel included and genuinely cared for, even if it was under false pretences.

It was all going well until Cormac McLaggen put a spanner in the works. You'd been walking back from potions last off on a Friday afternoon, eager to meet with Fred for dinner when Cormac had cornered you in the empty corridor, spouting a load of shit about being attracted to geeky girls, that glasses were a turn on for him. He'd tried to kiss you, manoeuvring you until you were backed up against the wall to try and swoop in but you'd managed to push him off just in time and run away. The whole thing had left you shaken and rightfully so, skipping dinner to cry into your pillow.

Fred found you in your dorm, worried because you hadn't shown up to meet him as you'd promised. Upon seeing your tear stained face and little sobbing body he'd immediately rushed over and pulled you into his arms trying to soothe you.

"What happened?" He asked gently, trying to get you to look at him but you couldn't.

"Cormac," you managed to get out, sniffling pathetically, "he tried to kiss me."

"That bastard," Fred said, quickly turning angry once he figured out what you were saying. "Who the fuck does he think he is? I've half a mind to."

"No Freddie please," you said, grabbing hold of his arm to stop him from acting out. Truthfully you were surprised by his reaction, even if you had grown closer over the past month but you didn't linger on it, instead trying to calm him down. "It's not worth it, I just," you paused, embarrassed by what you were going to say.

"What is it?" Fred says gently, listening to your pleading as he pushed down his anger.

"I couldn't let him be my first kiss."

The silence that lingered felt painfully awkward as you sat cringing in embarrassment, having to admit that out loud.

"Let it me be," he says suddenly, speaking a little too quickly as the words were jumbled and rushed. When you looked up at him in surprise, he seemed to snap out of whatever he was thinking. "Let it be me," he says again, much more slowly and quietly now. You don't reply other than to frown up at him in confusion, which he notices and smiles gently at you. "Just a thought, but if you want it to be with someone you can trust, someone who cares about you then let it be me."

The second your lips meet his, it's like he's accidentally set off a full case of whizzbangs around the room, sparks flying in your mind as you feel his soft, puffy lips on your own. It's a little awkward at first and you're self conscious about wether he can feel your glasses, if they'll get in the way but if it seems to bother him, he doesn't let it show. You expect the kiss to only last for a few seconds but it lingers, deepening as you let him guide you. When you finally pull apart, you look up at him with a blank expression, somewhat shaken by how good that felt. You expected him to crack a joke or give you notes or something like that to break whatever spell had been unknowingly cast between the both of you but he doesn't, he simply looks at you with a man expression you can't read, a softness.

The door opening makes you both jump back and the light, pleasant feeling you had felt only moments ago disappeared instantly when Angelina walked through the door. You felt guilty like a child that had been caught stealing a cookie from the kitchen counter. Fred looked stricken, knowing that Angelina had most definitely known what you were doing, if she hadn't seen.

"Don't stop on my account," she'd said in a rather harsh tone, going over to her bed to grab her quidditch stuff before turning to look at Fred, ignoring you completely.

"Practice is at 4, don't be late," she says bluntly, pausing to give you a dirty look before she turns back to Fred as she walks out. "Unless you're too busy."

"Fred," you said quietly as you watch him walk out without so much as another look in your direction. He was mad, and you knew he had every reason to be.

The rest of that week went by in a miserable blur. Though you hadn't officially 'broken up', rumours were flying around the school and the old teasing had begun to reappear, only to change to anything from 'slut', 'Weasley fucker' and 'Fred's ex whore'. You were even more miserable than before; this was so much worse than being called a virgin, because despite what everyone thought, you still were. But now you were completely without the one person who made you feel wanted, safe and the person that you'd stupidly fell for.

Ginny had been surprisingly supportive throughout everything, remaining your friend when you felt lost and cast aside. She'd convinced you to stop moping and join Hermione to watch their Quidditch practice after classes had finished, with promises that they wouldn't mention Fred's name once.

It was all well and good until you spotted Angelina and Fred laughing together, stood next to each-other as she grabbed his arm, both of them so invested in one another that they forgot Quidditch practice was happening around them.

It hurt to see them so happy, to see Fred with someone else even though your relationship had been fake all along. This was what he wanted all along, she was what he wanted, not you. No one would ever want you.

"I'm sorry," you said to Hermione as you shuffled out of the pitch side stands, trying to get away, not wanting to watch this anymore when it hurt so bad.

You'd come so close to successfully slipping out without anybody noticing until a singular loud voice called out, disrupting the peace.

"Where you off to Weasley fucker? Your boyfriend's that way!"

You froze, hearing the laughter of his cronies behind him and reared up, no longer feeling meek and timid but instead wanting to give him a piece of your mind, completely past the point of being able to take this shit. But you couldn't, because as you turned, Fred caught your eye. He looked at you with such a heartbroken expression that it instantly made your resolve crumble, any braveness you held seconds before disappeared under his gaze. So you did the only thing you could do- run away.

You successfully avoided pretty much everyone for the rest of the week, spending most of your time in the library. It was easier to just disappear than having to face the torment from your peers or watch Fred and Angelina together; truthfully you didn’t know what was worse.

The plan with Fred had been an almighty fail, almost comically so. Instead bring of quiet, bookish and virginal you were now quiet, bookish, slutty and scorned, a laughing stock with the addition of having real feelings for someone that would never reciprocate them.

It was the final quidditch game of the season that night, the finale to decide who would win the house cup before summer began. You had absolutely no intention of attending and instead had planned to get an early dinner, pack up your belongings and try to convince Madame Pince to allow you to check out a book over the summer.

Both Ginny and Hermione had tried to get you to come but you’d turned them down, really not wanting to watch Fred parade around the pitch on his broomstick. George was the one to convince you in the end, catching you between classes and asking for you to come and watch them, sad puppy eyes and all.

That’s exactly how you found yourself in the loud, crowded stands, surrounded by the entire school and faculty to watch the House cup deciding game. Gryffindor versus Slytherin, the most tense final imaginable. You stood with Hermione and Neville, much quieter in your celebration than the people around you as you watched the Gryffindor team approach the pitch, dressed in their signature burgundy and gold uniforms and carrying their brooms in procession. The Slytherins appeared mere moments after and with a brief speech given by Dumbledore, the game commenced.

Each goal brought an uproar of cheers from the people around you, as did each save from the keepers. You couldn’t take your eyes of Fred, as much as you wanted to. His precision with the bat, the way in which he made it looked so effortless and fluid was pretty spectacular.

The sky was clouding over, heavy and dark with all the signs of rain but you prayed in held outside long enough for the game to be over, the seekers doubling down their efforts so that they could see the snitch amongst the thick clouds.

A ruckus on the pitch dragged your attention back to the game when you saw an altercation breaking out against the teams, the whistle blowing repeatedly as the referee tried to break them up as the game pauses. The entire crowd was booing and there was a portion of the stands on the first Gryffindor tower that seemed to be stood up, everyone rushing out of the way.

“That was a foul that!” Seamus says from behind you.

“Goyle! He just Bumphed the crowd! Surely he needs sending off for that!” You heard one of the Patil sisters say, alluding to the Slytherin beater.

Suddenly, something else draws your attention away as you watch Fred dismount his broomstick, rushing over to Goyle who looks to be mouthing off at him. George is quick on Fred’s heels, trying to hold him back as his temper flairs, lunging at Goyle. Snape appears from the sidelines, gestures for Crabbe to take over and drags Goyle away from the pitch as McGonagall steps into the pitch to deal with Fred, though you find moment later that he’s allowed to carry on playing.

The whistle blows for the match to resume as the entirety of Gryffindor begins chanting Fred’s name in victory for his dealing with Goyle, gearing up for his turn to take the penalty shot.

It’s too much, to hard to hear everyone chanting for Fred, his name echoing around you until it makes you feel dizzy. You see Hermione cast a sympathetic glance in your direction and when you turn to her, she gives you a little nod, signalling that it’s alright for you to leave. You look around at the supporters, in their finest school colours, faced painted, signs made and chanting Fred Weasley’s name and you feel completely out of place, wishing you were anywhere else.

Once again you try to slip out undetected, wanting some air and a break from everything, just as the first rain drops begin to fall. They chant Fred’s name over and over and you just wish he’d hurry up and take the penalty already, to just get it over with.

You get the side steps of the stand, battling your way to squeeze past the cheering crowds until you’re nearly free. Until you feel the cold whoosh of something nearby, making you pause.

Fred.

He dismounts his broomstick, handing it to someone in the crowd that he’s not even paying attention to, climbing up the stairs quickly to get to you dressed in his complete quidditch outfit, leather pads and all. He tosses off his goggles and drops his bat, discarding them on the way to get to you but he doesn’t seem to care.

He appears in front of you and you’re frozen, not knowing what to do. You can feel the eyes of the entire pitch full of people on you but you don’t care in the moment, too confused by his actions.

“Fred? What are you doing?” You say, eyes briefly pulling away from his smiling face to look at the pitch, seeing the entire quidditch team suspended in the ear carefully watching.

“Something I should have done a long time ago,” he says, looking all over your face with a smile before his gaze focuses on your lips.

His lips feel incredible against yours as he pulls you in for a breathtaking kiss, pulling you into his body to hold you close as the crowd roars around you. You feel the thick droplets of rain beginning to descend around you but you don’t pay it any notice, your entire attention focused in on Fred.

The rain begins to pour, the sky opening up and drenching you in what seems to be seconds.

Fred pulls away first and smiles at you, before leaning in once again, capturing your lips and wordlessly giving you everything everything you ever wanted, making you realise that your mother had been right all along.

School doesn't have to be the worst years of your life.

*Alexa play Hear Me Now by Jimmy Eat World*

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cringefail-clown · 4 months

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at last, where doing it man where MAKING THIS HAPPEN

cringes jakehal fic rec list

just so were clear: some of the fics are unfinished, and havent been updated in a while. leaving a comment to let the author know that youre reading and youre enjoying it is fine, but dont be a bag of dicks and harass them over when the new chapter will be up. have some decency or else ill be inside your walls.

Heart by fawn_writes || rated T || 1/1 || 663 words - man its so good. short and sweet. jake comes by to witness the construction of hals new body while also reminiscing about the times he fought brobot and his untimely demise. a good sparkling of body worship. "Everything will be normal. They’ll manage to keep it normal. After all, Jake has enough of his own heart to share." - fuck, that lines so effervescent.

What he needs by fawn_writes || rated M || 1/1 || 1259 words - another banger from the same author. they be doing the horizontal tango, but nothings too graphic. healthy serving of body worship from jakes perspective, as well as his internal struggle with his apparent robotic attraction.

Dead Weight by squirtgunplay || rated M || 5/9 || 27337 words - oh that fic. oh my god. love me some zombie apocalypse au with existential horror sprinkled on top. hal and dirk are twins but with a twist in this one. theres mystery. theres injuries that make you incapable of moving around. theres ship of theseus discussion. its nourishing. its beautiful. jake and hals banter in this one is fucking amazing, and the author captures their characters so well. the relationship between hal and dirk is also very fucking good and heartwrenching and just ugh. stellar writing, the forth wall break made me laugh out loud, hal gets called a security camera (derogatory). theres graphic depictions of violence, so beware of the tags.

Tennessee Whiskey & You by MistLaFey || rated T || 5/? || 12217 words - major character death and graphic depictions of violence tagged, so beware and read the tags. no-sburb au. dirk fucking dies (its in the fic description so i dont feel like its a spoiler). beautiful exploration of grief, unhealthy coping mechanisms and trying to get back into the normal life when theres a big part of it suddenly missing. hal and dirk are twins. jake is not doing well. hal is also not doing well, but pretending he is. its heartbreaking and some scenes made my chest hurt. very good fic and i dont understand why it doesnt get more love. it deserves it. go read it, even just for the funeral scene, i got teary-eyed over it.

seconds by squirtgunplay || rated E || 2/2 || 18698 words - graphic depictions of violence and its no joke, presidential alert the girls are fightinnn!! but its also so funny and the authors so funny and its also really hot! no sburb au, hals a human and dirks twin. he gets kidnapped by a craigslist hitman jake who mistakes him for dirk. the banter is top game in this one. hal cant keep his mouth shut even in life or death situation. jakes a dork, but hes a deadly dork, and also cant keep his mouth shut about his personal problems. theres fistfighting and knifethrowing and hal gets a weapon put to his head at least twice and he thinks its pretty damn hot. theres banging in second chapter. what more can i say to sell you on this one. the characters are on point, the action is tense but its also written in a cheeky, fun way, smut is good, a npc gets unsubscribed from life. amazing fic, 10/10, will read it again.

I Think Therefore I AR by Taxi_Boy || rated T || 25/? || 30417 words - im saving the best for last. major character death. hal has to start the game and get his friends into the medium while dirk is missing, while also pretending to be dirk as to not raise their suspicions. im not going to say anymore about the plot, you just have to go and read the fic. genuinely my favourite jakehal - and homestuck in general - fic of all time. i love caliborn in this one. i cant wait to see what the author has cooked up for us in the future. its plainly genious.

these are only ao3 fics as i have no clue how tf you search other fanfic sites for a specific ship, but if you have any other recommendations feel free to add them onto this post! we all need some good jakehal fic recs in these trying times!

#homestuck #homestuck au #jake english #hal strider #lil hal #auto responder #jakehal #haljake #reblog to save a jakehaler

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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Hi, there it's so great to find an amazing writer who enjoys Lookism so much! Please keep at it, your HC's are so much fun to read! If it's not too much to ask for the boys like Gun, Samuel, and Vasco with s/o who is a foreign girl, a very capable fighter, and honorable in combat but outside the fight she is quite self-conscious and a bit naive.

Not me reading the first part of this and thinking you're being sarcastic af lol

Thanks for being so kind anon :') I'm glad you're enjoying it, I have SO much fun writing them and putting my stupidity out! Thanks for the ask! I had a little difficulty writing it.... this really isn't very good but hope this hits the spot.

Lookism with non S. Korean S/O

You're from somewhere vague and overseas. Scenario with your partner (Gun, Samuel, Vasco, Jake)

Gun

Your boyfriend was asking you to fight yet again. You're getting pretty tired of it.

You only moved to South Korea not too long ago and ever since he discovered you picked up your skills from overseas, all he makes you do is fight him. And he doesn't go easy on you.

What happened to dates? What happened to romance?

You thought your boyfriend was growing colder towards you, now always in his own head or just studying martial arts.

"...Gun?"

He peers at you over the top of his sunglasses. Your words are hard to say aloud.

"Do you ... do you not want to be with me anymore?"

"What makes you think that?"

"All we do is fight... Literally! I can't remember the last time you even asked me for anything else."

He pulls you into his arms, "You're actually challenging me. Do you know how rare that is? I'm more turned on than ever."

Samuel

You transferred from overseas after helping source partners to help grow Workers into the behemoth it is today.

Back in your field days, there wasn't anything that couldn't be solved with some violence, but your morals and fairness made you stand out amongst would-be enemies.

Even with the 3rd and 4th Affiliate President as your boyfriend, no one could deny your competence or throw around accusation of nepotism.

But you still had to get your head around the working culture in this country.

"Sammy, do I really have to call you Mr. Seo in the office?"

"Yes."

"Isn't that a bit weird? People have seen us together."

"No, I'm your boss. You need to show respect and address me properly here."

"Oh... Do you actually not want anyone to know I'm your girlfriend?"

Samuel pinches the bridge of his nose, can't quite believing he's going to give in on this.

"Fine. You can call me Samuel,"

"What about-"

"Not Sam. Not Sammy. Samuel."

Vasco

You had agreed to meet in the park for a date with Vasco.

The first time you kissed him, he nearly jumped out of his skin claiming that wasn't how dating worked in South Korea. You found out later it was just his eccentricities.

Vasco texted you that he was running late when a group of guys start harassing you.

You threaten to call the police, but when they put their hands on you, you weren't left with many options.

"Y/N?!" Your boyfriend was staring at you in shock.

"No! Euntae, I didn't want you to see me like this!" you hide your bloodied fist from him.

"What! That was amazing!"

"Thank? you?"His compliment made you blush, you knew it wasn't what 'ladies' do but he liked it?

"Y/N! I thought people only had street fights in South Korea! Do they fight overseas too?"

Jake

You think this might be the first time Jake treated you to a meal. A job well done, he had said after you beat up some thugs who were harassing the girls.

Jake's often running off to god knows where to get god knows what done, leaving you to look after the street.

Is this the supposed Girlfriend Privileges? You having to fight in his stead? You reckon you're getting the short end of the stick.

You stare at the violently red pot of stew in front of you, with some unidentified vegetables floating around

"Jake...? What is this?"

"Oh! You've never tried many Korean dishes, right! It's kimchi stew, my favourite. Here." He spoons some into a bowl for you.

With your boyfriend's loving gaze on you, you had no choice but to take a sip.

"ACK!" you spit it out immediately and grab your glass of water to wash the vileness out of your mouth

Jake rolls his eyes at you, "You've got no taste" and takes his own mouthful.

"I know, I'm with you."

#this is so badly written im so sorry #lookism #lookism headcanons #lookism hc #lookism x reader #lookism fic #lookism fanfic #gun park #gun park x reader #vasco #vasco x reader #samuel seo #samuel seo x reader #jake kim #jake kim x reader #wannaeatramyeon

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demonpiratehuntress · 4 months

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birthday girl

Kaku x F!Reader

summary - Kaku always frees up his day on your birthday, because he loves to spoil you and treat you

warnings - none, but in this fic Kaku and the others are just shipwrights at Galley-La and Khalifa is just Iceberg's secretary.

a/n - my birthday is tomorrow so this is purely self-indulgent, i'm sorry <3

Kaku was a workaholic. He enjoyed what he did, so it wasn't often that he took off work for a day. But today was different, because for him today was special.

It was your birthday.

You woke up to a smell that was heaven on earth, and immediately your stomach grumbled. You blushed in embarrassment, even though there was no one in the room to be embarrassed in front of, and quickly got out of bed because you knew that smell could only mean one thing.

Kaku was home.

"Hi, handsome," you greeted with a warm smile as you wrapped your arms around his bare torso. "I see you dressed to impress."

He laughed, clad in only a pair of sweatpants, no shirt, "I know how much you love it when I cook like this, my love. Besides, this was the first surprise of the day for my sweet birthday girl."

"You took off work to stay home with me?" You smiled even more. Kaku was incredibly sweet. You kissed his cheek as he hummed.

"Mhm, but Paulie and Lucci want us to swing by Dock 1 later on so they can wish you," he turned to give you one of his sweet, gentle smiles before pecking your lips.

"That's sweet of them. But you don't plan on staying home all day, do you?" You laughed, guessing he must have planned everything out already.

"Nope," he grinned at you, before turning the stove off. "I have lots of special things planned for my special girlfriend."

You smiled even more as the two of you sat down to eat, blushing as always when you saw that he had made your favourite. You kissed him deeply before he could start eating, showing your appreciation for this gesture and for him because words were failing you.

"I love you," you pulled back and murmured breathlessly.

"I love you too," he didn't hesitate, his eyes bright as they settled on you.

Kaku did indeed have several things planned for you both to do. He knew you liked long, romantic rides on the yagaras around Water 7, so he had found the longest, most scenic route and taken you along it. Then he took you to several shops and purchased anything you so much as looked at, because he wanted to spoil you today. You ended up with an entire new outfit, complete with shoes and accessories.

"You didn't have to buy so much," you giggled as you came out of the last store. "I would have been happy with just the skirt."

"I know," he smiled innocently, "I wanted to get you all of this."

He didn't let you protest, because he swept you away to Dock 1 so that the others could bombard you with wishes and greetings and in Paulie's case, a bone-crushing hug. Kaku had to peel him off you, and you laughed as you said Khalifa's signature phrase, "Sexual harassment," and watched the colour drain from his face.

Then Kaku took you somewhere nice to eat, and the whole time just gazed at you lovingly as you thanked him for such a great day and described how much you love him.

"You're so beautiful," Kaku interrupted your little speech, his eyes twinkling with admiration, awe and love. "You're so beautiful."

Your cheeks burned, "You say that all the time."

"Because it's true."

He took your hands in his and kissed them, not taking his eyes off you, "You're the most beautiful, incredible woman on this planet and I feel very fortunate to be your boyfriend. I just hope one day you'll let me be your husband." He handed you small, handcrafted wooden ship.

Your eyes widened at his words, before settling on the ship, "What's this?"

"Another gift," he smiled, that silly little smile you loved so much.

"Kaku, you already-"

"Stop protesting," he chuckled, "Just open it."

"How?"

"That's for you to find out, my love."

You studied the ship, looking for a hidden compartment. If the cute little ship wasn't the gift, then what was? You found out soon enough, when your thumb brushed against a spot that seemed a bit loose. When you pressed it, a small drawer opened and revealed a beautiful silver ring with intricate carvings of your favourite flower.

"Kaku-" You felt like the air had been knocked out of your lungs.

"It's not a proposal yet," he blushed, "Because I know you're not ready, so it's a promise ring. As soon as you're ready, I'm going to marry you."

You teared up, "It's so beautiful."

It was such a thoughtful thing to give and his words were even sweeter, making your heartbeat speed up. You were at a loss for words, this was the most amazing gift you had ever gotten, and him saying he planned to marry you when you were ready made you fall in love with him all over again.

"Then you're perfectly matched," he slid the promise ring onto your finger, then brought your hand up to his mouth so he could kiss it.

That evening as you lay in bed, you couldn't help but wonder how you'd gotten so lucky. Then Kaku walked in to join you, but he was holding a small cake with a single candle on it, and you laughed.

"Well, isn't that cute?"

He smirked, "Can't have a birthday without cake."

He settled on the bed next to you, smiling gently as you sat up to face him. He held the cake up gingerly between you two, so he could sing to you softly and you could blow them out afterwards, after making a wish. It was the most intimate, romantic moment of your birthday so far, and you smiled at him lovingly.

"Thank you so much for today, love," you spoke between eating the cut cake. "It meant so much to me, you have no idea."

He just smiled and looked up at you with an icing-covered nose, and you giggled as you wiped it off and watched him eat messily, adoring your goofball boyfriend. He was the cutest when he ate, and in that moment you silently thanked God for giving you such a treasure.

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a/n - not my best work, but here it is. Hopefully my fellow Kaku girls out there still enjoy it :)

#one piece #op #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece kaku #kaku x reader #kaku x you #one piece kaku x reader #one piece kaku x you

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pouringmyheartoutforpaper · 3 months

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heyy i have a request for the steve x dove universe bcos it’s literally my favourite thing atm

could u possibly do something like where their at a party and someone tries something on reader and they’re really pushy about it even though she keeps saying no. obvs steve cannot have anyone touching or upsetting his sweetest girl so gets the guy to go away. while steve is dealing with the guy maybe reader starts having a panic attack because that guy had really scared her and robin tries to comfort her but obvs the only person capable of that is steve. when steve’s done w the guy he notices how distressed reader is and just comforts her, holds her and just FLUFF.

i got this idea because i noticed how protective of r steve is and i thought this would be a good example of it😍😍🩷🩷🩷🩷

sorry it took a few days ! also this is not proofread because it is three am so my apologies.

warning! this contains depictions of harassment and a panic attack. if this is not something you feel like you can read right now, please please click away. there is no shame in setting boundaries with yourself. there are lots of other stories. please be safe <3

the lights in the house were an array of purples and blues. robin’s friend threw a party, and robin insisted that dove and steve both come so she wouldnt be alone. dove dances as much as she can, but after about an hour she ends up crashing into steves chest. theyre leaned against the wall, and steves hands are covering her ears from the loud music.

“stevie, gonna go get some water. ill be right back.”

he expected her to stay in his line of vision, and by the time she disappeared around the corner into the kitchen, he was in panic mode. the party housed a few unsavory characters, and his dove’s shyness could lead to disaster.

in the kitchen dove had asked the hostess where the water resided, and she had kindly gotten her a glass of water, making sure to fill it in front of her so she knew it wasnt tampered with.

unfortunately, the hostess was called away, and a man around five to ten years older than dove entered the kitchen. she offered a small smile, and he took that as an invitation in his drunken state.

“hey pretty thing” he slurred.

she ignored him, and tried to exit the room, only for him to grab her hand.

“where y’ goin? you don’t want to hang out with me, baby? if you didn’t want the attention you shouldve picked a different dress.”

she ripped her hand away, and she knew the only way to get him to back off would be to mention steve. men like this respect women not as people, but as property.

“i have a boyfriend. hes looking for me.”

“not very hard, he left you here with me.”

in the distance she see steves head of hair frantically searching the house for the kitchen, and as the man kept babbling about nonsense and trying to grab her waist, she yelled his name.

his head shot to where he heard her voice, catching her eye instantly.

“help,” she mouthed.

dove had never seen a man move so quickly in her life. it seemed a second before steve stood tall between them. he held her behind him, and dove knew that he would have to be scary. she closed her eyes and gripped onto his arm.

after many words were spoken, mostly from steve, the other man merely slurred nonsense. he pushed the stranger into the shelves behind him before escorting dove out of the room.

“it’s okay, it’s okay, i’m here, i’ve got you, we’re gonna go home,” he whispered assuringly as he guided her out of the crowded room, trying to ignore the urge to go back and hurt the stranger, knowing it would scare her more. he was plagued with guilt and fear. guilt that he had let her out of his sight. the sobs come from his dove quickly. he helps her into the back seat of his car and locks the doors.

“hey, hey, look at me, youre okay, tell me what happened” he said, his voice shaking.

“nothing,” she says breathlessly, “nothing bad- just-“ her breathing becomes panicked, and the words arent forming. she had told him about her panic attacks before, but he had never seen her experience one. luckily he had done research.

“panic attack” she forced out between short breaths. the air couldnt reach her lungs, at least it felt like it couldnt. steve was panicking, trying to regulate her breathing. trying to soothe while also digging through his center console for an inhaler.

“hey, look at me, try to take a deep breath with me. i know, i know its hard, i just need you to try.” he said, taking her hand and placing it on his chest, breathing in a long breath and watching her struggle to do the same. but after three breaths she was calm enough that steve could help her with the inhaler.

once her breath returned to her, she buried her face into his chest, apologizing profusely.

“you dont need to be sorry. you did nothing wrong.” he repeated the phrase like a mantra while he rocked her back and forth.

she looked up at him. “i love you”

“i love you too. so much. you feel better?”

“yeah i- he was just being scary and he kept- grabbing me and he wouldn’t let me pass. i- it just- it freaked me out.”

“im so sorry honey. are you hurt? i shouldve went after you.” he whispered.

“no! you didnt do anything wrong. im not hurt, just got scared.”

“yeah? how about i take us home and we can order food, maybe watch a movie or something? and then we can talk about it tomorrow morning if you want to.”

“yes please”

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seangelfish · 3 months

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Meet and Greet

Jun Sazanami x Reader ♡ Tags: Fluff, established relationship, romance, no mention of pronouns ♡ Word count: 864 ♡ Synopsis: An idol like yourself shouldn't be spotted at events like this. That's just too risky! But you're here anyway to not only experience what it's like from the fan's point of view, but also to surprise your boyfriend, Jun Sazanami from Eve. ♡ A/N: Had this in the drafts for a while and it is finally finished! I miss my Jun Sazanami phase~ I still love him and he will forever be my dream boyfriend.

Your hair was tied back with a black cap covering your head. Over your eyes laid a pair of dark shades and a mask to cover your mouth. This was the perfect disguise for you to go see your boyfriend at his meet and greet. After all, you were an idol at the same agency he was in, so you had to be careful about being recognised by his fans.

However, what you really came dressed in was not the disguise you should've gone for, but a casual outfit instead. Sure, you still covered your head with a cap, but your whole face was exposed which could lead to trouble.

You thought otherwise though because despite being a popular idol at Cos Pro, you were still going to attend a meet and greet for Eve, a unit that attracts all eyes. So, you didn't need to worry about being recognised as everyone's attention would be only on them. You doubted anyone would look your way if the Hiyori Tomoe and Jun Sazanami were in the same room as them.

You entered the line, awaiting your turn to meet Eve. For some reason, the idea of being here as a fan when you were an idol was absolutely nerve-racking. Maybe you should've gone in disguise? It was too late now as the line started moving forward, yet thankfully enough, as you expected, no one batted an eye at you.

And despite feeling so nervous, you felt a sensation of excitement brew in you. You were going to see your boyfriend from a different perspective! This is so exciting! you thought to yourself happily. I can't wait to see him!

You hummed a little tune to yourself as you watched fans squeal in delight as they readied themselves to shake their favourite idols' hands.

The venue was crowded with girls which wasn't a surprise to you since Eve catered towards that demographic, but a part of you couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous when Jun would dish out his attention to them. At the same time, you were proud of him. He looked so happy and fulfilled to be given such love for his hard work. It was his dream to become an idol, so seeing him smile so brightly like this only made your heart flutter.

"Thank you for supporting me and Eve," he said politely, shaking a fan's hand firmly. "I appreciate it so much."

"O-Of course!" they would bashfully reply, a slight blush appearing on their cheeks. "I will always be your fan!"

You sighed contently at this. You were nearing the front of the line now, so you readied yourself as you stepped in front of the dark blue-haired boy.

Before you could greet him though, his eyes widened at your figure in front of him.

"(Y/N), w-what are you doing here?" he hissed worriedly. "You're not even wearing a mask! Did anyone recognise you? I hope you didn't get harassed... I'll call security later to escort you out, but you shouldn't..."

Despite the shock in his eyes, you could see how they lit up when he saw you.

"Don't worry, Jun," you whispered back. "No one recognised me!"

He sighed but smiled. "Alright, let's get this over with. Take my hands."

You placed your hands in his. As expected, they were calloused and rough, but at the same time, soft. Your boyfriend shook your hands gently, but his grip was tight as if he didn't want to let you go.

"Thank you for coming here to visit me!" he exclaimed. "I appreciate your support so much!"

His usual lines. He really was taking this seriously so that no one would spot you.

You grinned, then said, "Jun, I'm so proud of you. Do you know exactly why I'm here? I'm here to tell you that you've been doing such a good job getting to this point. You've worked so hard and it's admirable. I hope that you keep at it, that life continues to treat you well."

He looked at you dazed, but his eyes glistened. He wasn't sure if it was the lights that had him squinting like this, but your words did take an emotional toll on him.

"And remember that you're loved," you continued.

At that point, he knew that it was you – the reason why his eyes started to water. Your words touched his heart, and hearing them from you made it all worthwhile that he was here, existing, as an idol.

"T-Thank you..." he stammered out. "I really am happy that you're here, (Y/N)–"

"20 seconds left!" reminded one of employees.

"My time's nearly up, Jun," you stated. "Have a good rest of your day. I love you."

You whispered the last part, but only for Jun to hear. Thankfully, he caught it amid chatter.

"I love you too," he whispered back.

"Next!"

You unlinked your hands from Jun's, then stepped away from the table to chat with Hiyori. Jun continued his job greeting the next fans in line, but from the corner of his eye, he kept looking at you, hoping that you, his lover, would have a good day too.

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digenerate-trash · 10 months

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All of my teacher head cannons are based on my experiences with real teachers.

that being said:

More teacher head cannons!!!

(this time I rated them on how well I think they would be as a teacher)

Doren

Lowkey would fuck a student if they got consent.

Gives off “I have a daddy kink” energy but not the cool kind

Calls students Good boy/girl to gauge their reactions.

Will give extra homework to the whole class if one dude pisses them off

Has a ‘I’m the cool’ teacher thing going on but is really the most uncool bitch in the whole world.

Would spit on you if he could get away with it.

Is absolutely a bitch that says “I don’t know CAN you?” when you just need to piss

Will put stickers on your tests that say generic shit like “good job” and “wonderful”

No one gets graded above a 95% because he personally believes that he knows better than every student and even some teacher's real “I'm the smartest man in this school” energy

Will put on movies at the end of the year because he doesn't feel like teaching the last week

Overall 2/10 I’m not learning shit in this class (out of spite.)

Mason

Needs approval from everyone for everything.

Probably just learning the ropes as a teacher

The cool teacher.

Everyone wants a piece of this man and he just wants to swim

Could literally convince him the sky was purple he's a gullible mess

Gym body but puppy personality

Would throw hands at anyone who harassed any of his students.

Gentle teaching methods. Sometimes super effective but some students use it to coast

Super easy to get sidetracked

Undiagnosed ADHD man

Students openly flirt with him and he's got no clue how to respond so he's just like “Haha good joke”

Would not fuck a student no matter what,

Clueless about other teachers and the inner politics going on at the school

Stay in his lane king

Absolutely started off as a lifeguard and doesn't know how his life got here

6/10 I’m a big fan of your class but it's only because it's easy.

River

Virgin.

Has a full life outside of school

Like two years away from retirement

When the class gets too out of hand wants to curl up and die right there

Stressed as hell 24/7

Never married never will be

Teaching style is harsh as hell but will stay after school or give up their lunch break to help out students who are struggling

No days off in this class it doesn't matter if your exams are done. School is school and you will learn as long as you are here

Doesn't play favourites but he seriously should.

Hates Doren (just has a bad feeling about the dude)

5/10 I'm trying my best dude please stop saying you know I can my reach potential if I applied myself. Its math. I'm not gonna apply myself

Sirris

Says she “knows what I'm going through” but I doubt her science teacher was a MILF.

Why are you always wearing low-cut tops???

At least one rumor about how a student fucked her over her desk and it was so good she hentai came.

Gentle teaching style but doesn't take any shit.

Has considered slapping students but never would

Personal stories that tie into the lesson somehow

Talks all the time about how much she loves her kid and how much of an angel he is

Would love to get a tiny kiss on the head from her. Please

She brings a lot of momma bird energy to the class.

Will touch your shoulder very gently

Will then look over your test and say to the whole class “Remember to read the questions on the test carefully”

A student has absolutely called her ‘mom’ by accident and she feels flattered by that

Will put on bill nye on Fridays after a test to give everyone a break.

8/10 Either adopt me or let me make out with you. I'm dealing with confusing feelings!

Winter

Bro if Sirris is a MILF winter is like a super MILF with no kids.

Big BDSM lesbian energy.

Her weekends are booked solid and she has no time for school life to get involved with that.

Wears SFW leather accents all the time no matter the weather.

Has decided that instead of gray hair they want platinum blonde and they are rocking it

Calls her students good boys/girls out of habit.

Absolutely could beat any of the other teachers in a fight.

She's super passionate about history and has several antiques which she considers priceless.

Students who mock her subject are always sorry after she lectures them.

She's happy to help students during lunch. But not after school. She has boundaries

Overall 8/10. Im not confused. Fuck me into the historically accurate pillary with your massive strap. Im fucking ready.

Leighton

Evil.

Will fuck students without their consent

Absolutely blackmails students and teachers.

Dude jacks it under his desk at school while he watches porn after using his admin pass to get passed the website blockers.

Will send teachers an NSFW link and then mark them for disciplinary action for clicking on it. (Mason will fall for this trick every time)

Has never and will never hire an outside consultant or HR representative claiming its a ‘waste of resources’

Dude will rub his hard dick on your back while you're sitting in his office for detention.

Piss kink. Don't ask me for evidence. I just get this /feeling/

Will take a long weekend more than a couple of times a year just for the fun of it. But will never allow the same grace to any other teacher.

Has a file of his favourite students that he meticulously plans to molest. It's like a black book.

Bro obviously watches teacher/student porn or 18yr/old man porn at school.

Teaching style is fucking old school. Reinforcement through pain/ruler. Writing lines. Detention sessions are just holding a penny between your knees and standing in the corner with a dunce cap on.

Plays favourites but if you are his favourite fucking watch your back.

0/10 I’m not learning shit. And also I dread office visits. If you touch me I'm calling the police.

#dol content #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity teachers #doren the english teacher #mason the swimming teacher #river the maths teacher #sirris the science teacher #winter the history teacher #leighton the headteacher

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lust4life01 · 2 months

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Watercolour eyes.

(Not my image!!)

Warnings!!: none really just pure fluff. <3

Pairing: Adam Bell x f/reader

Summary: Adam comforts you after a hard day.

You opened the apartment door and threw your bag down to the side, huffing in annoyance as you kicked off your shoes. Your day had been the epitome of awful. Everyone and everything had made you want to scream and cry at the top of your lungs. It had just been a mess.

“Hey (y,n), sweetheart is that you?” You heard your boyfriend call out from the kitchen. He was sat at the kitchen table marking up assignments, as he usually was.

Slipping into the room you mumbled “yeah, obviously.”

In that moment you didn’t think of anything or anyone. One thousand things flew through your mind at once.

You didn’t even look at him, you were far too busy looking for one of your earring. Midway through the day you had realised out of your favourite pair or earrings the left one had been lost throughout the day. They were gorgeous, ones Adam had bought you on Valentine’s Day one year. You cherished them, and now one was missing. You had prayed it was back at the apartment, which is what lead to your rude preoccupied entrance.

“Ugh where is it? I swear if it’s not in this apartment I’m gonna-“ You huffed out in desperation.

“Hey baby what’s wrong. What have you lost? I can help you look.” He walked over to you as he spoke softly. The patience this man possessed was crazy. He was also so understanding of your emotions. It was one of the many things you loved so dearly about him.

You still did not look at him but rather scanned yours eyes over the apartment frantically as you spoke. “My earring gone and I can’t find it, and I.”

Your voice broke and you could feel the tears brimming in your waterline. “I’m so tired.” You practically whispered as well as sobbed.

Adam's heart broke a little. He hated seeing you upset, but then again he loved holding you and telling you everything would be okay. Loved seeing a smile or a giggle leave your lips as the last of your tears spilled across your blushed cheeks.

He placed your palms in his and forced you to look at him. “Hey hey, it’s okay. It’s okay I’m here.”

Starred up at him as a salty tear fell from your eyes, he wrapped his big arms around you. One hand rested on the back of your head as it nuzzled under his chin, whilst his other hand softly caressed your lower back.

The smell from your shampoo lingered as he placed small soft kisses to the top of your head, as your tears painted his shirt.

He didn’t immediately harass you with questions as to why you were upset, he knew it would just panic you even more. Even if he did want to know what was wrong, why his sweet girl was in such a state and how he could fix it.

You brought your hand up to your eye after a couple minutes and your breathing had slowed, indicating you had worn your already exhausted self out.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked gently while his big hand stroked your hair.

You could have melted, his embrace could make the end of the world feel okay.

Nodding your head he walked you over to the couch.

A big sigh left your swollen lips before you started to explain your tragedy of a day. “Well, I lost my earring, the one you got me for Valentine’s Day and I’m so mad at myself.”

He laughed lightly . “oh baby. It’s alright I’m sure it’ll turn up. And if it doesn’t I can always get you a knew one. I know you love them and I love seeing you in them. So pretty.”

His large finger wiped away your tear, you could feel the affection oozing from his features. His soft touches were the equivalent of wedding vows, always so loving and full of passion.

You smiled lowly at him as you sniffled, looking up at him with your watercolour eyes. God you were so lucky to have him.

“Plus my day was so terrible. Apparently everyone at work is incompetent as fuck.” You giggled, tears still gently falling down your face, finding amusment in your misery.

“Was Jan and her ugly dog there?” He asked laughing at your inside joke, that woman and her dog he knew never failed to ticked you off.

Through your tears a loud laughed left your mouth. “Of course. Jan and her fucking ugly dog.”

Now that both of you were amused by your awful day, you realised how little and insignificant it was now you were sat here with Adam.

“Have you eaten?” He asked twirling a strand of your hair.

You shook your head in response.

“You want me to order from that place you like down the street.”

You nodded your head lightly and kissed him sweetly. You retreated but kept your face close to his “Thank you.”

He smiled “I love you”

“I love you too.” You touched his jaw and kissed him again.

“Ugh I feel gross. I cried all my mascara off.” You whined as you ran a hand through your hair, feeling the days hostility wearing off on you.

Adam stood up and kissed your cheek “I’ll go run you a bath honey.”

Adam drew you a warm bubble bath with vanilla scented candles scattered around and had put on your favourite vinyl which could be heard from the bathroom. He helped you into the bath and brought you a small glass of your favourite fruity wine.

“Thank you, my hero.” The redness of your eyes had now turned to a pale pink and the warm grin across your face eased his mind.

“It’s my pleasure. Hate when my girls upset.” He put his large hand over your wet one and gently rubbed the back of your hand with his finger comfortingly.

You spoke for a while whist he sat outside the tub as you bathed. You were trying to wash shampoo out of your hair. He scooped up some water and placed in onto your head, making sure it didn’t go into your eye. You loved when he did that, the feeling of him scooping warm water onto the crown of your head was so comforting. He made you feel small, in the best possible way.

Once it was all out he stood up but kept ahold of your fingers. “I’m gonna go grab some food. Will you be okay here?” He asked, a slightly worried look across his face.

“Yes baby.” You kissed the back of his palm as a little reassurance. The take out place was only down the street so you knew he wouldn’t be long and he'd already done enough to calm you down, like a personal lavender.

By the time you had gotten out of the bath, Adam had already been back.

You walked into your bathroom after putting on your pyjamas and doing your skin care, feeling one hundred times better.

Upon the bed sat your favourite candy and on the side table sat your favourite flowers. They were so pretty.

You wanted to cry again. He was by far the sweetest man you’d ever met. His unconditional love could be felt from the other side of the globe. All things he did had intention behind them, a real consideration.

You trailed out to the kitchen where Adam was unboxing your favourite food. “Hey baby, feel better after your bath?”

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, inhaling his scent.

“I love you so much. Best man I��ve ever met.” You whole heartedly meant that too. No matter how many men had wounded you in the past, he gave you hope. Not even hope but certainty that kind, compassionate, loving men do exist.

He let out a small ‘awe’ and told you how much he loved you too.

You both ate your dinner together, you both laughed and spoke about anything and everything. Adam was telling you about an assignment someone had written that was just completely off topic which you both found pretty funny.

Adam took both of your plates as he washed up. “Do you want to watch that new movie you keep talking about?”

You stared over at the his laptop which had a display of a few more essays he had to mark and you immediately felt guilty.

“Are you sure baby? I mean I’ve already distracted you enough from your marking.”

He flicked the water from his hands off in the sink and turned towards you, looking deeply into your eyes. “They can wait. You’re my main priority. Come on, let’s grab a blanket.”

Adam already knew that you wouldn’t last long keeping your eyes open. When you were twenty minutes into the movie he could see your eyes flickering shut as he peered down at your sweet exhausted face. Twenty more minutes in and you were out for the count. You were positioned with your head in Adams lap. To him you looked like an angel and he loved having you so close but he was worried you might wake up with stiff muscles.

He gently picked you up gently, bridal style. You mumbled a little but he ushered you back to sleep as he carried you on into the bed.

He wrapped the blanket around you and admired your sleepy state, landing a small peck on your forehead.

“Sweet dream baby.” He whispered into the silent dimly lit room.

(I’m actually so in love with Adam Bell, it’s an issue😚.)

#jake gyllenhaal #Adam Bell #enemy #jake gyllenhaal fanfic #adam bell smut #fluff #adam bell is an angel

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callsign-phoenix · 2 years

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I wrote this because of an idea I had, prompted by a conversation with the amazing @skvatnavle.

It is a Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x female!reader imagine.

Your callsign is ‘Swallow’, named after the bird.

Thank you so much @a-reader-and-a-writer for proofreading!

Warnings: yes I know the Navy would never allow such a callsign but for the purpose of this fic they do, slight verbal sexual harassment, smut (oral, male receiving), this fic is racially and body type inclusive despite the moodboard suggesting otherwise

You were Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin’s favourite person in the entire Navy.

The two of you were always around each other, because you had both graduated in the same year, were both in the top 1% of aviators, and were in the same squadron.

It meant that you knew each other inside out, what the other loved and what the other hated, their small quirks and oddities, and you were entirely comfortable with each other.

Jake was an idiot but you liked it; he was the center of attention but he wasn’t self-centered in the way that he didn’t care what you thought.

You had spent years by his side which meant that he listened to you, in contrast to literally everyone else.

A part of that good relationship between the two of you was a relentless teasing that originated from your callsign.

You had received that callsign because you were very good at communicating over coms, knowing exactly what to say and what was important to tell the others that flew your mission.

One of your fellow aviators had suggested ‘Swallow’ because you were high in the sky, and because swallows were exceptional birds because of their extraordinary communication skills.

It had stuck with you but the moment Jake had heard it he had grinned widely, eyeing you up and down before starting a never-ending array of jokes.

When you had first gotten your callsign it had occasionally made you uncomfortable because a lot of the men had taken it the wrong way, but they had all miraculously stopped over time, looking at you with a sense of fear or respect you couldn’t explain.

The horrible jokes stopped entirely except for Jake who still made them, but in contrast to the others, he wore a warm smile and a twinkle in his eyes when he said so.

However the problem came up again when a new pilot was stationed with you, meeting all of you at a bar to share a drink and introduce yourselves.

The moment your callsign left your lips, he grinned at you and nodded his chin in your direction, the gleam in his eyes immediately making you uncomfortable.

You were sitting beside Jake who shifted in his seat as the newbie spoke up, making your anxiety heighten tenfold.

“And, do you swallow? You should come by my place sometime and show me,” he laughed while everyone else at the table was dead silent, staring at him with not even a hint of a smile on their faces.

You were uncomfortable to the point that you stood up to excuse yourself to the bathroom, taking a second to breathe before you returned to the table.

You couldn’t see Jake when you approached but your fellow aviators didn’t seem to notice you, inaugurating the newbie in how your world worked.

“You can’t joke around like that, dude. That’s Hangman’s girl you were talking to, and he’s known to rip your ass open if you say stuff like that,” one of your friends said, halting you in your tracks.

“When she first got her callsign, he threatened all of us and he kicked our asses when we didn’t listen,” he added.

You were breathless as you were about to sit back down, only to be stopped by a heavy hand on your arm.

When you turned around, you found Jake standing next to you, his face a lot more serious than you were used to.

“Can we talk?” he asked.

You nodded immediately, seeing that the topic was important to him.

He kept his hand on your arm as he gently pulled you outside, the fact that he was holding you was comforting on its own.

When you reached a spot far away from other people, he turned towards you, his eyes not leaving your face.

“Are you okay?” he asked you, but he didn’t accept when you nodded your head.

“You sure?” he added as you realised he was still holding you by your elbow.

“Are you?” you replied, cocking your head to the side as you watched his jaw clench in anger.

“It’s not okay to talk to you like that, birdie,” he said in such a soft voice that a small shiver ran down your spine.

He was the only one who was allowed to call you ‘birdie’, and it only happened on very rare occasions.

You chuckled as you heard his reply, remembering all the times he had done just that.

“You talk to me like that all the time, Jake,” you answered him with an irritated smile that he didn’t reciprocate.

“That’s different. It’s different because you’re comfortable with me,” he answered, which made your eyelids flutter.

You hadn’t thought about thinking about Jake in a romantic way, but how he was talking to you was making it incredibly hard not to.

You wet your lips as you realised how close he was standing to you.

“They said you beat them up back then, when they made their jokes,” you said, watching Jake’s reaction closely.

He grit his teeth, his eyes darting to the ground before he looked at you, nodding silently.

You were grateful for his protection but you didn’t know how to express it.

“The guys called me your girl,” you said breathlessly, your voice nothing more than a whisper.

Your eyes got caught on his lips but when you looked up, you could see uncertainty in his.

“I’d like to be your girl, Jake,” you whispered without thinking about it and you heard him breathe in harshly in response.

He shifted in his stance, moving slightly closer to you so his body was almost pressed against yours.

The honest vulnerability in his eyes took the breath from your lungs and you moved one of your hands up in instinct, cupping the side of his face.

“Are you sure?” he asked and you weren’t sure if he was asking you if it was okay to kiss you or if you wanted to be in a relationship with him, but you nodded enthusiastically in response to both.

Jake smiled slightly at your eagerness but he pressed his lips to yours carefully, just leaving them there until he felt you actively kiss him back.

You were both so engrossed in the kiss that you didn’t realise how heated it got until you found yourself flush against the wall, Jake pressing into you as if he needed your closeness to survive.

He had lifted your thigh up to rest against his hip with his hand spread over it while your hands tugged on his hair and shirt.

When he pulled away you whined, receiving a small smile from him.

“I don’t think here’s a good place for this. You deserve better,” he told you as he caressed the side of your face, waiting for a nod from you until he pulled you with him towards his car.

He kept his hand on your thigh the entire drive home and he pulled you close the moment the front door fell shut, kissing you as he moved backwards into the bedroom.

You couldn’t believe how you had never actively thought of Jake this way but you couldn’t get enough of him, your hands tugging on anything you could reach and receiving small groans from him in return.

He pulled his shirt over his head, leaving your hands to roam over his chest and abs until they reached his belt, unbuckling it and pulling down the zipper of his trousers.

You broke your kiss with Jake but kept your eyes on his as you slowly kneeled in front of him, his hands stopping yours as you started to pull his pants down.

He let out a shaky breath before speaking up.

“You don’t have to,” he told you but you shook your head, the tiniest hint of a smile playing along your lips and a playful but adoring gleam in your eyes.

“I want to,” you breathed out, receiving a thankful smile from him.

Jake hissed when you took him in your mouth, your eyes never leaving his as you moved your head in tune to his moans.

You were sure that he was usually able to hold out longer but due to how emotional he had gotten, it didn’t take him long to cum.

You didn’t even think of pulling away but you wouldn’t have been able to anyway because Jake set his hand to the side of your face, holding you in place as he came down from his high.

He was breathing heavily, his chest and stomach moving rhythmically as he looked down at you, blushing slightly at the intensity of it all.

You were smiling up at him as he put his hand under your chin to lift your head up slightly.

“Swallow,” he said, grinning down at you as he watched you do just that.

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alwaysthefool · 1 month

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Melting (like ice in whiskey) Part 2

Part 1 is here:

Tags: alcohol mention it’s chuuya so borderline alcoholism, fluff, gun mention, dazai mention

Warnings: mild cursing, reader has very anxious responses, power imbalance

“Uh, I don’t drink.” During work, at least.

“Bummer.” He smiled at you, taking a sip. “You’re can take a break, seriously.”

You smiled back a little awkwardly, bowed, and left the room. That was strange. It was still only around lunch time, so you went back to the dark office, with the blonde woman finally off her keyboard. You didn’t really think about lunch as you took that opportunity to ask her about your new boss, his favourite coffee order, anything that could help you.

“Coffee? I’ve never seen him drink anything but whiskey and wine.” She replied.

Another red haired boy, with a bandage on his nose, rolled near your desk with his rolling chair, and chimed in “I saw him drinking gin once.”

The next fifteen minutes were spent between you, Higuchi, and the red haired boy known as Tachihara in discussing Chuuya’s favourite coffee order. You settled on authentic Irish coffee, sweet coffee mixed with whiskey and cream. You worried about his liver a little, it’s not like you wanted your hot and cold tempered boss to die soon. You wanted to keep this job as long as- well, until you found a legal job.

You tried looking up authentic coffee shops that sold Irish coffee— some place niche but still well rated. The place you found was almost across the town but it’s not like you had anything better to do. On your train ride there, you thought a little more about your boss’ schedule. It started late and ended late. Technically, you were supposed to stay until he did, but getting home that late was worrisome. You were also issued a gun but chose not to take it, simply because you didn’t even want to think about having to use it.

You eventually reached the Victorian style building, standing out from the modern architecture of the surroundings, giving you a strange feeling, almost like you’d enter another world once you stepped in. The café surprisingly didn’t have any customers except one brown haired man dozing off near the window. Something about him felt familiar to you, and something in the well lit café gave you a sense of peace in absolute opposition to the darkness of the Mori building.

You didn’t realise you had just stopped in your tracks until someone held your hand. A rough bandaged hand, but soft fingers, smelling like buttercream and iodine. “My, what a beauty.” The man from before spoke. “Tell me, have we met in a past life?”

You were confused, as a red haired girl yelled across the room “Stop harassing the customers!”

You pulled your hand away, murmuring an apology, and going to the girl at the desk, whose name tag read ‘Lucy’. “Could I get an Irish Coffee to go?”

“To go? Is it for someone else?” The man leaned on the counter beside you.

“Ignore him.” The girl spoke irritatedly, leaving to make the coffee.

“Um, yeah, it’s for my boss.”

“Your boss drinks at the workplace?”

That question stressed you out. This man wasn’t just anyone. You refused to respond and took a seat near the counter, but the inquisitive man sat right beside you, not showing any intention of leaving you alone. You had lies planned out in your head but it felt like he could see right through them. Almost like he was one of the guys from the detective agency you read about in the papers.

Actually, wasn’t it somewhere in this area…?

Realisation dawned on you as your heart beat rose. The man beside you felt familiar because you recognised his coat from a newspaper article. You were in the very vicinity of the detective agency.

That was alright, it wasn’t like he’d arrest you or anything. “So, about your boss, what do you do?”

You already know what I do.

“I’m working for a shipping company.” You wanted to tell yourself to shut up, or say something smarter at least. You put your head in your hands, shutting your eyes. “Sorry, sudden headache.”

“That seems to happen to a lot of mafiosos when they talk to me.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You wished the barista would hurry your order but she seemed to be taking her sweet time. You didn’t open your eyes, wishing all of this would stop. “Look, I… I’m not a criminal, this was just the only job available.”

“I know.” He spoke kindly, putting a hand on your back. You could feel him smile and as you opened your eyes and peeked at him, he really did have a gentle expression. It was like, with him, you didn’t have to watch your back. You wondered what Chuuya would think about a person like that. “But, there’s always a way out.”

He handed you his business card. You kept it in your pocket after a glance, meeting his eyes finally, a little relaxed.

“By the way, Irish was a good choice!” He patted your back, after removing his reassuring hand from it, whispering something to the barista and going up the stairs.

Was the agency on the top of this very café? You were amazed at how you went to the worst possible place, purely by coincidence. And what did he mean, Irish was a good choice? It wasn’t like he knew exactly who your boss was, and on top of that his favourite coffee order.

After a while, Lucy finally called on you. You hurried with the payment, leaving as fast as you could without looking insane. You decided to take the taxi back, lest you ran into another Agency member on the way, and reheated the coffee at the office. There was nothing else on Chuuya’s schedule until a little later, when he had to go for an inspection.

You knocked on his door. “Come in.”

Your boss’ table was filled with papers and files, so much so that even an assistant would need an assistant to go through them. He probably did not trust you enough to let you help with them, but like a golden employee, you sure as hell would try.

“Boss, I got you coffee!” You had heard from Tachihara he liked being called ‘Boss’, and being referred to a bit casually from people working close to him.

“So that’s what you were doing.” He did not sound happy. Your heart stopped. Could he have put a spy on you and thought you were a double agent for the agency considering you went there and spoke to one of their detectives? Part of you found this to be too far fetched, but your pounding heart told you to get on your knees and beg for mercy.

With quivering lips and shaking hands, you asked “Sir?”

“I told you not to fucking call me that!” He banged his fists on his table. You tried not to show your emotions but your body betrayed you.

You bit your lip. “I’m so sorry.” If you said anything more than that, you’d start crying. Didn’t your boss tell you to scram earlier in the day? So what was this now? Why was he so fickle? Did he have anger issues?

“You can’t even bring the fucking files in, do you think you get paid for nothing?”

You simply shook your head, keeping your head down, trying your best not to cry. You were just gone for 40 minutes. Why were you being scolded on something so trivial?

“Just keep the coffee and leave.”

You couldn’t afford to do that. You had to try your best. Mustering up courage, you began “Can I help you with-“

“I said fucking go!” He yelled at you. You bowed your head, kept the coffee on a table, hoping he wouldn’t notice your shaking hands. The second you left the room, the tears fell like water from a faucet. Even if it hurt, you had to keep it in and try your best. You couldn’t cry, not here. You had to keep going on. You took a deep breath, going to the washroom to wash your face.

“That was fun, wasn’t it?” Taking a break inside the stall, you heard people outside say.

“Did you see them cry?” You realised they were talking about you.

“This one was so easy to set up.”

Set up? Why would they do that?

When you heard these laughs fade and footsteps leave the washroom, you stepped out. Who were these people and why did they put you in that situation? And by ‘this one’, did they mean they did it to other assistants too?

You got the gist of what was happening. A group of people in the mafia sabotaged all of Chuuya’s assistants to the point he’d stop wanting one, or to put a particular person in that position. They may even be spies who needed something from him. You couldn’t really go to your boss, or the boss with this outlandish theory, or even the detective you just met, considering that would be plain espionage on your part. You had to investigate that yourself, and maybe that could be your big break. You remembered their voices, at least.

You walked back to the assistant’s room, seeing the blonde woman typing again, and Tachihara goofing off with a masked mafioso. Surprisingly, things were left on your desk, a bouquet with a card congratulating Chuuya for something. “Oh yeah, a delivery guy left them at the lobby. You should deliver that to him.”

“Right.” You replied. The card was signed ‘Mackerel’, making you think it was code for someone Chuuya knew. The flowers were so fresh, even the thorns were intact, and they looked like they’d been picked with great care. Whoever ‘Mackerel’ was seemed like someone who did everything for a reason. You resisted the urge to open the card it came with.

You took a deep breath and knocked again. “Come in.”

Chuuya was relaxed, done with almost half the files. To your relief, he did drink the coffee. “Uh, someone named ‘Mackerel’ left these for you.” You felt weird calling him by his first name, or ‘Boss’ remembering the last time you called him that, so you chose to not call him anything, and go with ‘ums’ and ‘uhs’, as one would do when they didn’t know the name of a person.

“Who?” He sounded nice again, as if his mood changed like the time. You handed him the card and left the bouquet on his desk, wanting to say something, but staying silent. He opened the card with one gloved hand, looking somewhat cool in doing even that, making you sad somehow. Even a card was being treated better than-

Chuuya crushed the card in his hand. “That fucking mackerel.” He cursed.

Great. Is his mood gonna change again?

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it to you.”

“No!” He said politely, almost in a guilty tone. “I’m sorry. Truly, I shouldn’t have yelled at you when I was the one who told you to leave.”

Your eyes widened. None of your previous bosses, professors, or teachers ever apologised to you after yelling at you.

“The coffee was really good too.” He smiled. Actually smiled. At you. “Did you spend your own money on it?”

You just nodded, not really knowing if saying something could set his mood off again. “That won’t do. Here, take my card.”

He handed you a premium black card, one of those that even top celebrities couldn’t obtain. How did you get to work for someone so cool? You thanked him for the card, realising even a percent of money in that card could probably solve all your problems. However, it was for business use only.

Chuuya reached for the flowers, and something came over you, stopping him by holding his wrist.

“They’re thorny, Chuuya. Let me.”

You took the roses out of the bouquet, picking the largest one and clipping off the thorns with a nail clipper, and then handing it to Chuuya. As he took it slowly, you saw his wrist, ears, and face were turning red.

Shit, is he angry again?

“Thank you.” His voice was, for once, a little low.

You bowed, and put the rest of the flowers in a vase, removing all the thorns. You could feel Chuuya just watching you, and in your distraction, you pricked your finger, pulling it away.

“Shit.” He ran up to you, holding your hand. “Be careful now.”

His gloved hands brought your finger to his mouth, as he licked the blood off. You would’ve done the same thing, but never expected him to do it. He blew on your finger, grabbing a band-aid from a nearby drawer, still holding your hand. He wiped off your finger with his own, and wrapped the band-aid on you.

Perhaps noticing your bewildered expression, he clarified “Habit. Taking care of wounds in the field and all.”

Sure. Surely it was just that, you figured, disappointment coming over you as he let go of your hand.

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purplelupins · 2 years

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Sweet Dreams

|The Black Phone|

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

Part VI

Grabber/Albert x fem!reader

Summery: Getting away from her life as a human punching bag took her somewhere she never could have imagined. But it seemed that even a basement with a masked man watching her could become home.

Warnings: depictions of physical and verbal abuse, manipulation, pet names, power imbalance, sexual tension, mild swearing, mentions of medical trauma, nsfw

Note: PLEASE READ

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It was almost a war on sleep for y/n. Sometimes she would sleep soundly, and have calm dreams, while only waking up once; other times she would barely sleep an hour before a new nightmare began and she would awaken with a start, sweating and shaking.

But every time, he was there.

That man would stroke her hair and have her rest against him, cooing sweet nothings into her ears. He would hold her close and rest his masked chin stop her head. And the more it happened, the more y/n began to let herself grow dependant on his kindness. She needed it.

And he knew it.

He knew she needed him. That he was her safe haven, but she still wasn’t where he wanted her to be. He wanted her to want him, as well as need him.

He wanted her to be completely his. She had become his favourite game out of them all-

“Mister?”

He snapped his head over to the shut bathroom door. It wasn’t locked anymore, but she still liked to have him open it. He turned the knob and pulled, but she wasn’t waiting right inside the door- she was by the mirror with her shirt pulled up her back to expose the skin.

“Can you check this old cut? I think the scab came off again and I’m worried about it getting infected.”

He stared at her exposed back for a moment, but nodded.

“Sure. Let’s see.” He walked inside and shut the door out of habit; she turned around for him, and tried to not shiver when he touched her skin. “Yeah it looks sore. I think I have some ointment and bandaids in here, why don’t we go out to the kitchen to get a better look.” He said.

She nodded, and let her shirt fall down before walking out of the bathroom. She could have gone to the kitchen, but she didn’t. As he went through the cupboard to find the first aid items, her figure standing in the doorway caught his eye.

She was waiting for him.

He looked at her for a minute, and grinned to himself. She wasn’t even staring at him expectantly; she just stood there making faces at Sampson in the other room like it was normal to be led around by him.

Albert finally took what he needed, and closed the cabinet. “Alrighty, let’s go.” He said, walking to the door. She took a few steps so he could exit and shut the door, and took his hand as he led them into the kitchen.

She sat with her chest against the back of the chair to give him better access, and he took his time with mending her. She shivered at the feeling of his rings when they would brush against her skin. He traced the old scars and down her spine; he revelled in her shivers. But he cleaned and bandaged her wound, then took her shirt and dragged it down over her back.

“Good as new!” He piped up.

“Thank you…”she murmured, standing up.

He took her hand from his crouched position and swing it a little.

“I have to take care of my pretty girl, right?” He said, tilting his head to the side.

She shrugged and rubbed her arm bashfully.

“I mean you don’t have to-“

“I asked a question, y/n.” His voice gained an edge to it, and his hand held hers a little firmer.

“Right. You’re right.” She said nodding. “You take care of me.” A small smile made its way onto her tired face as she stared down at the older man.

He sighed from under his mask, and nodded, “That’s my good girl. Come on, let’s get you to bed.” He stood and she fell into step with him, clutching onto his arm.

“Do you think you’ll sleep well tonight, bunny?” He asked her as they walked to the small bed.

“I hope so…” she sighed. “You don’t have to stay, I know it must be annoying to stay here every night.” She looked down, at her hands in her lap then back up at the devilish mask.

He said nothing for a full minute, but then he did something she certainly was not expecting. He sat down beside her, and reached behind his head; he unclasped the bottom portion of his mask, careful to not disturb the top half. She was transfixed. He had never taken off the bottom part, only the top.

The mask came away, and she found herself staring at the part of his face that she hadn’t seen. He had a beautiful jaw and a soft looking mouth. They both seemed to notice that she was staring at the same time; she looked away and bit the inside of her lip, while he grinned. Albert stood and walked to the head of the bed, and sat down with his legs stretched out in front of him.

“Come here bunny.” He said cheerfully, holding an arm out to her.

Her eyes widened at the gesture but she did not protest. She crawled to him, and tried to pull the shirt down a little more to cover her panties as she sat next to him.

He, however, did not miss the action of hers to attempt modesty. He felt her warmth settle next to him but he wanted more. He tsked her, and grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap with her legs across his thighs. He could feel her heat radiate through his pants, and he sucked in a breath when she shifted against him to get comfortable. Such an innocent gesture with such vile possibilities.

“What am I going to do with you?” He perched his chin atop her head, and she rested against his chest. Of course she didn’t understand the sinister connotations, but he certainly did. What was this game? It certainly wasn’t like ‘Naughty Boy.’, it was different. He didn’t get the same rush, but he was stimulated in other ways.

“I don’t mean to make you pity me…I just don’t know why you’re okay with doing all these extra things…” she mumbled into his shirt.

“You know why.” He whispered. He wanted to hear her say it.

“Because I’m your bunny.” She repeated his answer to everything with a small laugh.

“Mhmm that’s right.” He hummed satisfied.

She pulled away from him, and stared at his changed face. It seemed so strange to finally see his lips. It felt almost wrong that she could see him after so long of him keeping that part of himself hidden.

He was handsome.

He must have been an absolute heartbreaker back in the day…

“That girl was stupid.” She whispered; she had meant to say it in her head, but the words just came out.

He blinked, and tilted his head to the side.

“Which girl?” With his voice unmuffled, she realised how nice it was.

Y/n looked down at his shirt, regretting saying anything.

“I said which girl, bunny?” He tilted her face up to him, and did not miss the fact that she sucked in a breath. His opposite hand was clenched tight, betraying his light voice.

“…the one who left you…she-she must have been crazy.” She muttered with a melancholy grin that didn’t reach her eyes. His mouth was neither frowning nor smirking, but somewhere in between.

Her heart began to race as she assumed she must have crossed a line when he was silent. He must not like to think about her, or what happened.

But then, that mouth of his spread into a small grin. “That’s sweet of you to say.” He pressed a kiss to her temple, and a fire exploded under her skin. Her eyes widened in surprise when her cheeks warmed, as did her hands.

That was new.

She wondered what it would feel like to have him touch her, or kiss her properly-

No. Stop it. This man is caring for you and is your friend.

“I think I just sent my bunny into shock.” He laughed, watching her wheels turn.

Y/n looked up at him, and studied his face for a few moments. He seemed to do the same. She reached out a tentative hand to his lower face, but stopped when he sucked in a breath. “C-can I…?” She asked nervously.

He stared for a moment, and nodded slightly.

She reached out and brushed her fingertips against the slight stubble on his sharp chin, and up along his lower lip. Then, as quickly as she had began, she pulled her hand away, satisfied.

“Thank you…” she whispered.

He placed his hand on her head and drew her back to his chest, and placed a kiss to her hair.

She smiled secretly to herself at his affection. It had been years since someone had shown her anything similar to it, and with his small touches, she felt safe. The gentle rhythm of his breathing let her relax, and within minutes, she fell asleep with the beating of his heart under her ear and his arms wrapped around her.

The next morning, she found that she hadn’t woken up once. She had hoped her strange companion would still be there for her to share her good news, but alas the bed was empty. She even looked around the room to see if he was crouched against one of the walls watching her, but again, her eyes only met with the concrete walls.

When he came with her breakfast, she could barely contain her excitement to tell him how she had slept the entire night. As soon as she heard the door unlock, she bounced right up to him and hung onto one of his arms as he walked them to the mattress.

“Someone’s bright and bushy today.” He said in his happy voice.

“Yep! Guess what!” She chirped to him as he sat down with her.

“I think if I take the time to guess you’ll explode. Why don’t you tell me?” He chuckled and smiled under the mask.

Shes so fucking cute like this…She’s excited to see me.

“I slept the entire night without waking up!” She beamed.

He clapped and rubbed her back. “That’s my girl. I think someone deserves a new gift today.”

She blushed and looked down at her hands, “You don’t-“

“You know I have to.” He tutted her and pulled her closer.

“Well…Surprise me.” She smiled, and without a second thought kissed his masked cheek. Time seemed to freeze as soon as she pulled away and realised what she had done.

She didn’t know why she did it.

At least not at the time.

She was just so happy.

What she did know was that she didn’t know what to say, and neither did he. To her relief, he continued the morning as usual, and slowly fed her himself; periodically raising egg to her lips and helping her drink her coffee. She didn’t need his help, but the attention was addictive.

Their talk was quiet and simple- sticking mostly to the weather and a new film at the cinema. Then when he left, he left quickly and quietly. She could barely even look at him. Mortified.

She spent nearly the entire day in silence. She listened to three tapes, but she barely moved from her spot on the edge of her bed.

Why did I kiss his mask?

Why did I do that?

Why do I feel these things around him?

Why do I want to be so near him?

Did I cross a line?

Is he angry with me?

Is he going to kick me out?

Is he going to tell my father I’m down here and lock him in here with me?

Her mind was overtaken with a million questions. She barely heard the music, and she certainly didn’t hear the door open. It wasn’t until he was just a few feet away from her that she finally noticed his tall figure there.

Y/n looked up and took the headphones off quietly. She wasn’t sure how to behave after what she had done- so she braced for the worst.

But instead of telling her to leave or yelling at her, he placed her dinner down on her lap, and knelt down infront of her. She watched him closely, not taking her eyes off him. He knew he had her attention. He knew she was waiting for him to initiate their interaction.

He was looking at her expectantly.

She was confused at first, but then he tapped the edge of the tray and she looked down, and she saw why he was waiting. Right beside her dinner was a cassette tape with a little pink ribbon wrapped around it.

“W-what’s this?” She voice was barely audible.

“I told you I’d get you a gift.” He chided her playfully.

After a day of stressing, seeing him gift her with anything made her heart beat quicker against her ribs. A tear threatened to spill over as she grasped it, and removed the cover.

It was an older tape, she could tell by the worn edges.

“Ritchie Valens…” she whispered as she read the title and flipped it over.

“I recommend side two, track 11.” He pointed to the cover. She squinted to read the small writing. It read, “We Belong Together.”

Y/n smiled.

“Thank you. I’ll…I’ll give it a listen.” She said gently, still expecting him to tell her to get out.

“You’re not going to listen now?” He asked, a little demanding.

“I don’t want the food you made me to get cold.” She said, picking the fork up.

“But I want you to hear it.” He said, his voice growing rougher.

She thought for a moment.

“Well I can listen to it while I eat, if you don’t find it rude.” She offered.

“Okay.” He said, satisfied. She picked the player up and popped the previous tape out and replaced it with the one he had just given her. She placed the headphones on, and began fast-forwarding through the tape until it reached around the right point. It caught the tail end of the previous song, but sure enough, the 11th track began.

“You’re mine…

And we belong together…

Yes we belong together for eternity…

You’re mine…”

She chewed slowly, listening to the lyrics. It was a sweet love song, and he had been right to suggest it. It was exactly the kind of song she had been listening to all day. It was slow and calm. She swayed to the tune, eating away with a small smile on her face until the song ended. When she took off the headphones, she found him watching her, entranced.

“I loved it. Is it a favourite of yours?” She asked, finishing the food.

“Recently.” He murmured lightly.

“You have very good taste .” She nudged him slightly.

They smiled at one another, though she couldn’t see his expression, and their night continued as always.

It was shirt night that evening.

He held her hand, and popped a chocolate onto her tongue just as he always did, then took her to bed.

Normally, they would have chatted about small things- she knew he loved to talk. And she loved to talk to him.

Even as she got under her blanket, they were quiet. Like there was some kind of elephant in the room that they wouldn’t address.

“Sweet dreams, bunny.” He whispered.

“Goodnight…” she whispered back.

He gazed at her for one more minute, thinking, but he turned and left without another word. She sighed and fell back against the mattress with a thud.

She found herself thinking about that sweet song he had insisted she listen to. She closed her eyes, and let it play in her mind as she began to drift off to sleep.

At first, her dreams were calm. She was riding a bicycle on a summer day down a nondescript road, but the further she went, the more ominous it seemed. Then she heard footsteps behind her running, just like the night she ran away. Her name was called, and when she looked back, her father was running after her with a bloodied hatchet. Her bike wouldn’t go faster and he finally caught up with her. He grabbed her hair and yanked her off. Then, just as his axe was about to land through her head, she woke up.

Y/n bolted up straight, her shirt soaked and hands shaking uncontrollably. Her heart hammered in her chest.

“Another nightmare?”

She gasped and looked at the doorway. It was closed, but she could see the half mask illuminated in the very little light. She swore his eyes glowed even in the near darkness.

She nodded.

He took a few steps towards her, and she saw that his muted blue shirt was open. She didn’t blame him- it was a warm August night. She did blame herself for staring at his beautiful chest. She wanted to run her hands over it…just to feel his skin.

“Why are you so quiet today, bunny?” He murmured, voice a little rough. He walked to her and perched beside her on the bed. She wondered if he was offended when she was quiet.

She shrugged, not even knowing where to start.

You saved my life and I’ve been living in your basement for a month and a half, and by the way, I have a massive crush on you.

Oh perfect, y/n. Sounds great.

“Don’t lie to me.” He growled.

She let out a sigh and picked at her nails.

“I guess…I’ve just been thinking a lot.”

His fists tightened in his lap in excitement. Was she finally giving in and wanting to leave?

“What about?” He asked slowly.

She bit at her lip as she tried to find the right words. “I was nervous…I am nervous.”

“About me?” He subconsciously moved a hand to his belt buckle

“No…not exactly. I was…I’m nervous because I kissed your mask and I was afraid you were mad.”

His fists loosened.

“If I made you mad you might send me away and I don’t want that…” she whispered.

“I’m not mad.” He stated, and shifted closer to her.

“Are you sure?” She whispered.

“I’m not a liar.” He said playfully.

She nodded, and scooted over to be closer to him. She laid her head on his shoulder, her nose just an inch away from the exposed skin of his collar. He must have had a shower not long ago- the smell of his soap was a little more prominent. It made her head fuzzy as she thought about him in the shower.

She heard him sigh from behind the lower mask, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“Can I tell you a secret?” He whispered.

She nodded.

“I hate my name.” He admitted.

“Really? Why?” She asked.

“My father chose it.” He murmured. His voice was so much smaller than usual. She knew he was going honest, perhaps a little vulnerable too.

“He wasn’t a nice man, was he?” Her voice was gentle and she ran her hand down to his and held it.

“No. No he wasn’t.” His tone became dark. Y/n knew he was remembering him, and if he had a similar relationship with his father and she had with hers, she didn’t want him to think about it

“Can I tell you a secret?” She asked after a minute.

“Of course you can, bunny.” The man replied, his voice a little more normal.

Y/n sucked in a breath. “I’ve…I’ve had terrible thoughts about…doing things to my father. They scare me sometimes.” She whispered

She felt him go still.

“What would you do?” He asked slowly.

Her breathing became heavier as she thought.

“I would do everything he did to me. I would make him bleed, and cry and beg…I would destroy him.” her eyes glazed over.

That surprised him.

They sat in silence for well over half a hour before she slowly began to lay down again. She expected him to leave, especially after her confession, but he didn’t. He stayed, and watched her. His strange, strange girl.

She felt his eyes on her, and she couldn’t sleep, not with that song playing around and around in her head like a gramophone.

“You're mine

Your lips belong to me

Yes, they belong to only me

For eternity

You're my, my baby

And you'll always be

I swear by everything I own

You'll always, always be mine…”

Around and around and around theose words played. She wondered if it was some sort of hypnosis test, and she was sure it was working.

She felt his hand play with a piece of loose hair, and as if he could hear her thoughts, he began humming the same song in her head. She laid there for another fifteen minutes before rolling over to face him. He looked a little taken aback by her suddenly staring at him, but not completely uncomfortable. Like he knew she was awake the whole time.

“I’m sorry did I wake you?” He asked a little sadly. As if he wanted to watch her sleep.

But she shook her head and sat up.

“If the humming helps I can keep doing it to get you to sleep?” He asked. But she didn’t say anything as she scooted back to where she had been by his side.

“You’re all quiet again, I don’t like it when you’re quiet.” His friendly tone slowly lost it’s kindness. “Answer me-“

He was cut off by her reaching around behind him and pulling him into a tight hug. She waited until his arms came around her waist and pulled her closer before she moved; her small fingers worked quickly. Before he could stop her, she untied the strap of the lower mask and ripped it off his face. His large hand gripped her upper arms, and a growl formed in his throat once he realized he was bare, but everything stopped when he felt her soft lips on his.

She placed her hands on either side of his strong neck, and brushed her lips against his again. It was strange, but it was exactly what she needed. Then, humiliation and horror set in when he didn’t move. She was about to pull away and apologize, when a large hand held the back of her head and the other gripped her waist, pulling her into his lap. She couldn’t help the soft moans she let out as her legs settled on either side of his thighs.

She pushed his open shirt off his shoulders, and he removed his arms from her momentarily to throw the garment away. The shirt she wore quickly followed, as he almost ripped it off her. As soon as he returned his gaze to her nude form, however, his eyes caught two small scars on her lower abdomen.

Y/n knew what he was looking at before he even asked.

She looked down and tilted her head to the side and took his hand. His sharp eyes snapped to hers, but he watched as she brought his hand to the scars. His brows furrowed and his gaze darted from between his hand and her eyes.

“I…I can’t have children.” She whispered. “My dad told me he was giving me a gift by having it done…I was seventeen.” Her eyes were glassy at the memory. How she had screamed and cried herself to sleep for months as the incisions healed.

His hardened face softened as she explained. He traced the marks, and she watched him.

After a moment, he sighed, and finally looked back up to the girl watching him. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead, and he felt her relax under his touch. Y/n sighed and caught his lips as he moved away, and he pulled her closer against that strong chest she had been admiring for longer than she would care to admit.

Now with his burning skin flush against hers, she was certain she would combust.

He nipped at her lips and barely waited to slip his tongue inside her sweet mouth. Her hips rocked against him, panties soaking through by the second.

She raked her nails along his shoulder, and he quickly pulled away. She took the time to look at him fully without a mask or tears in her eyes. The little bit of light hit the side of his face. She reached up and hesitated a second but he didn’t waste any time bringing her hand to his face. She grinned and felt along his jaw up to his cheeks and nose and through his hair. His breathing seemed to come harder with each touch of her hand. She kissed his jaw to his ear, “Can I tell you a secret?” She whispered.

“Yes.” He breathed out.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for a very long time.” She placed another kiss there, but a hand in her hair yanked her back and brought her down to the mattress. He gripped each of her wrists in his large lands as he looked down at her.

“And here I thought you saw me as a new daddy.” He teased her, enjoying how wide her eyes were and how she looked away when he spoke. “No? No I don’t think you want me to be a fucking father at all…” he leaned down to her neck and inhaled deeply.

Y/n watched his every move, intoxicated by him. A rush of heat enveloped her limbs as he spoke; he pulled against his grip fruitlessly as she ached to touch him. Pull him closer.

His nose tickled the shell of her ear as he savoured her panting breaths.

“I thought I was going to have to do this myself…but look at you.” He chuckled, and placed both of her hands in one of his to allow him to touch her, “You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you? All those nights…” his hand trailed down her neck to her breast where he rolled her nipple, and she arched into his touch, “…that I stayed with you as you slept…” he continued to move his hand lower until it reached her panties, “…did you think filthy things about me? Think about if I fucked you as you slept? If I touched you…” his large hand pulled her panties down, “…or maybe if I touched myself? Because I damn well almost did all of them.” He confided in her darkly but still with an eerie joy. He had lost count of the amount of times he had sat next to her in that mattress with his cock straining against his pants and deranged thoughts of forcing himself inside her as she slept ran through his mind. And the times he had emptied his cum into his pants by her sleeping touch alone.

He pulled away then, and gazed down at the young woman at his mercy. He had to admit that this was far more addictive than any young boy screaming during a beating, or running from him. Hell he could barely even compare them.

Having her mewl and keen for him made him want more.

More.

He wanted her heart.

Her soul.

He wanted her to be in love with him.

“Do you want me to help you feel better, my sweet girl?” He murmured. Against his finger, he felt that hardened bump pulse and he felt a surge of pleasure when he stroked it and she jolted.

She could barely form a response with him surrounding her. His smell alone made her brain fuzzy and his touch on her clit made her want to beg.

He sipped his hand lower until his fingers stroked through her soaking folds, she let out a gasp and bucked her hips. The embarrassment she felt for the deafening noise of how soaked she was disappeared when he chuckled, “Do you like that? Do you like when I touch you.”

He rocked his hardened length against her thigh when she gasped.

She breathed out a response. “Yes…”

A slow smirk twisted his face, and he leaned down to her, his grip on her wrists still harsh.

“You want me?” He asked condescendingly, rubbing against her more deliberately. He knew he needed to stop or he would come right there in his pants.

The young woman nodded, “Yes.” Came her whisper.

“Only me?” He slipped his hand to her clit, circling that sensitive bud that begged for attention as much as her.

She nodded helplessly, “P-please…”

“How long have you wanted me?” He leaned down and smelled along her abdomen. He sucked and bit at the skin.

“Since- since the second week…” y/n did her best to not moan and whine the entire time, but it proved to be nearly impossible.

“My, my…and you’ve just been trying so damn hard to be good, have you?” He cooed.

“Yes sir..” the title slipped out, and she hoped he didn’t notice, but he did.

Of course he did.

“What was that pretty girl?” He murmured with a sadistic grin.

Her breathing came harder as she fought to not pass out, “I said Yes sir.” She breathed out.

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. “Say it again.” He growled out.

She watched his mouth as he spoke, revelling in the fact that she could see him. “Yes sir.”

As soon as the words left her, he slipped a long, veined finger inside her. It was far thicker than she was used to and stretched her like two of hers. He effortlessly stroked that spot inside her that she struggled to reach herself. She gasped and pulled against his hand holding her down. “Please sir!” She mewled.

“You want something, bunny?” He rasped. He curled his finger and added another inside her.

“You! Pl-please you, sir!” She cried out, a moan mixing with her words. She felt so full already.

“Such a good girl…” he slowly released her hand so he could undo his pants, and she quickly sat up to help. Her version of help was kissing up his chest, worshiping his skin. He let out ragged groans and breaths as his painfully hard cock was released from his pants and underwear, which he pushed off quickly.

A part of him wanted so badly to fold her in half and force his way inside her. Make her cry out in pain and fuck her stupid until she wasn’t sure if she was begging for him to stop or for more.

But he fought that side.

He pushed her back down to the mattress, and she let out a small giggle. Her smile was quickly snuffed out when he crawled over her and pinned her to the bed even tighter than before. He hovered above her for a moment, and y/n leaned up as best as she could to brush her lips against his. His hesitation made her wonder how long it had been since someone showed him affection.

While the moment was sweet, she rolled her hips in hopes of getting his attention, which she did. The older man released one of her wrists and took his cock in hand, barely teasing her before pushing the thick head inside her. She cried out at his size, feeling him stretch her neglected pussy. He gazed down at her, and fought to keep from snapping his hips to push himself inside. But then, after a moment of having so little of him ruining her tight little pussy, her hips began to rock almost instantly for more, to his surprise. He half expected her to tell him to stop, that it was too much. That she changed her mind, that she didn’t want it. But she only begged for more.

And he would give it to her. The older man felt his cock swell even more as her little body asked for him; he firmly thrust forward a little more, and stopped when he literally couldn’t fit anymore inside her.

Y/n breathed out shakily and he felt her twitch and shake against him. He pulled out completely and thrust back into her when she suddenly tensed and her mouth dropped open, “W-wait I….I can’t! Wait!” She cried and he felt a sick pleasure bloom.

“No? You can’t take it?” He mocked her and thrust in a little more, and he felt her shake again.

“I-wait please I- I’m gonna c-come-“ she gasped.

That shocked him. He wasn’t even fucking her yet. But he rocked against her, and sure enough, he felt that tightness become unbearable.

Oh fuck she’s not lying-

A surge of slick cum enveloped his cock and he felt it coat him. She twitched and cried uncontrollably as she moaned and bucked her hips.

He stared down at his little bunny as she came and fucked herself on his thick cock to make sure he was slick enough to fuck her senseless. What a considerate little girl he had.

“Did you just come on my cock bunny? Did it just feel too fucking good?” He teased her harshly, though he was fighting to not empty every drop of his cum into her.

She nodded, clearly embarrassed, but serene.

“Does my pretty girl like that?” He growled as he sunk inside her fully, not caring that she was still sensitive. “Fuck.” He placed his hand back on her wrist.

“Yes sir-“ she gasped, and whimpered. “I-I’ve wished y-you would do this-Ah! E-even thought about asking you to shower with me-ah!” She moaned out as he began to thrust inside her.

“Did you now?” He rasped in a mocking tone. “Naughty girl.” She clenched around him at the name, and his blue eyes snapped to hers.

She looked away, embarrassed.

“Ah ah, Eyes on me, naughty girl.” He purred dangerously. She clenched again deliciously.

She looked back at him, and bit the inside of her cheek as she felt herself growing sensitive. He stared down at her spread for him, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Her lips parted in ecstasy and her skin glowing with sweat.

She had expected him to set a punishing pace, but she found instead that his movements were slow and intense; his thumbs stroked circles on her wrists where he held them. He was far from romantic and gentle, but he had a certain precision that made him even more powerful. It made her trust him even more.

He leaned down to her neck and bit and sucked at the skin, marking her as his. Then, she let out a gasp of surprise when he flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up and slipped back inside her. His hands gripped her hips tighter, and y/n found herself hoping it would leave bruises.

“P-pleAse.” She whimpered out, grasping at the sheet until her knuckles turned white.

“What was that? Did. You. Fucking. Say. Something?” He punctuated each word with a thrust that almost made her scream.

A breathy moan emitted from her. “Please- ah!” He smacked her hard on her hip, and she realized her mistake. “Please sir…” She whispered.

“Does my little bunny want something? Hmm?” He rasped, before gripping her hand and pulling her up so her back was arched against him. He slipped his large hand to her neck, and he felt her tense for a moment; a part of him revelled in it- the Grabber side. He wanted her scared. But his other half wanted her tamed for him, and him only. So he settled for something that pleased both; he tightened his grip but stroked his thumb along the column of her throat. Her muscles relaxed almost instantly, and he felt her little hands hold onto his arm.

Her brain began to lose all function. Having him all around and inside her was almost too much. His strong chest scorched her spine as his hips snapped against hers, each one harsher than the last.

“I- w-wan-na c-come-“ she stuttered out as her breathing became shallow.

“Yeah, you wanna come? Again?”he stilled and growled into her ear. “If I let you, you’d better make it worth my while.” He let her go, and she collapsed to the mattress. He knew she was close, very close. But he wanted to see her. He wanted to witness her falling apart for him.

He pulled himself from her, and sat with his back against the wall and barely had beckon her before she was settled on his lap. Like this, she could see him entirely. He was unbelievable handsome, so much so that it almost made her stop and admire him.

Later.

She stared into those blue eyes and waited for him to tell her to go ahead. His chest swelled at her good behaviour, and placed a hand on her lower back to bring her over the tip of his cock, and let her sink down onto him. She released a whimper at the new position as it left no room for anything but his entire length to pulse inside her. His cock brushed against that spot inside her.

“Look at me.” He rasped

She locked eyes with him and began to fuck herself in his cock. He guided her hands to his shoulders and held her hips to make sure she knew he was in charge. Her lips parted as she began to let go.

“That’s my pretty girl…” he rasped, “You’re mine. You know that?”

She nodded, her brows pitching up and that heat inside her began to be too much.

“Say it.” He growled, gripping her tighter.

“I-I’m yours, sir!” She cried out, teetering on the edge.

“Such a good fucking girl. My good girl. That’s it…” he voice turned encouraging, and he even slipped his thump over her clit to send her over the edge. He needed her to come for him. He needed to be the one to make her come.

To his pleasure, she began to shutter and grip his bare shoulders until it hurt. A gravelly moan emitted from him as she gave in to him. He could feel her tighter around his cock until a rush of cum drenched him. She moaned and whimpered uncontrollably as she rode out her orgasm. He watched her every move, obsessing over every gasp and twitch.

Then as she slowed, she put her head against his shoulder and took a breath before pulling away and staring back at him with a fierceness he wasn’t expecting. She held his gaze as she lifted herself up until just the tip of his cock was inside her. Then, slammed herself down until every inch of him was inside her. She began riding him again, put she leaned down to his neck and kissed along it until he was breathing heavily and he took a handful of her hair and pulled.

She let out a surprised mewl, but did not stop her pace. He made her hold his stare, and he revelled in her blown pupils that were clear as day even in the dim light.

She was far from faking anything.

She wanted him.

With that thought alone, he let go. His hand on her hip tightened and his hips stuttered too meet hers as she helped him ride out his orgasm. She gazed at his face, watching him as ecstasy washed over his form. His eyes shut and his mouth parted as his breaths came in heavy gasps.

She felt his cum coat her insides, fill her until she felt it leak out of her. She rested her head against his collarbone, breathing heavily as she tried to steady her heart rate. After a couple seconds, his arms wrapped around her, and squeezed her close.

“Let’s get you washed up, bunny.” He whispered into her hair.

Her surprise must have shown, and he grinned, and took her in his arms; she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face there while his other arm held her legs. He carried her upstairs, and placed her on the tile on the bathroom floor as he ran the water for the shower. She looked down at her hands still not sure if she should look at him in the light.

“In you get.” He said to her, and took her hand. She stepped into the shower, and let the warm water wash away the sweat and slick between her thighs. But to her surprise, he got in behind her. She slowly turned around to face him, but trained her eyes on his chest.

“Look at me.” He murmured.

She blinked, and wondered if she had imagined his voice telling her to, but then she heard it again.

“Look at me, pretty girl.” He said, placing his finger under her chin but not moving it.

This time, she let her eyes travel up his strong chest, to his collarbone, to the prominent vein that run up his neck, then to his chin that she was growing to love; past his lips and his nose until she met his eyes. “There you are, bunny.” He grinned.

Y/n slowly returned his grin, and her eyes lit up. She could see him. She took in his features properly, until she had been staring for well over a minute as the water rained down on her back.

“Can I tell you a secret?” She whispered.

“Of course you can.” He murmured.

“You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.” She confided in him. “And I like this line between your brows.” She reached up between then and traced the prominent line there. He smiled , took her hand and pressed a kiss to her inner wrist before turning her away from him. She felt his fingers in her hair, and realized he was washing it.

He washed every inch of her, and took his time touching her. He inspected the marks he had left, grinning at the large handprints on her hips. He shamelessly squeezed her breasts and played with her sore clit, drinking in her whimpers, as he pried one more orgasm from her; he took note that she never moved away or told him to stop.

He wrapped her in a towel, then himself, and led her out into the kitchen where he placed a chocolate on her tongue. He was acutely aware of her burning gaze now that he was maskless.

A part of him hated that she could see him, that he let her. But then the other half reminded him of the game. He needed her to trust him, if he wanted control.

He gazed down at her, and she couldn’t help the smitten grin that eased onto her lips. Then, instead of taking her down to the basement, he took her hand, and began guiding her through the house, past the living room. She resisted ever so slightly, having gotten used to the basement and it’s security, but he tugged on her a little more and she followed him into a new territory. There was one light on coming from a room down the hall, and upon arriving there she recognized it was his room. It was oddly orderly, and she wondered if that was something instilled in him from childhood. If his father had served in the war, chances were that he indoctrinated his family with militant organisation like her uncle had with his family.

He pulled her inside the room, and snapped his fingers; a moment later Sampson came and sat at the door. She felt a little safer with him there, and she smiled at his pitch black face.

As she looked around, she felt large hands remove her towel, and heard him walk away. When she turned back towards him, he was on the edge of the much cleaner mattress. “Come here bunny.” He cooed to her.

The adrenaline that had pushed her to follow through with her actions just an hour ago had worn off. In it’s place, were some nerves. She wrung her hands as she walked to him obediently. He watched her intently, and soon as she was close, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto the bed next to him. They laid together, and she curled up in his arms. He didn’t look away from her for a minute, and she found herself to be almost hypnotised by his eyes. She stared back at him, and traced his face.

“Are you real?” She whispered.

He nodded.

She grinned and kissed his cheek, before draping a leg over his hip and closing her eyes. His arms pulled her closer to his chest and he could feel her sigh contently. He stroked her hair as she fell asleep in his arms. “Sweet dreams, y/n.”

She was exactly where he wanted her.

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