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Going Under

Summary: As an undercover detective, it’s not unusual to break a few rules to get some classified intel. You just can’t seem to figure out why Flip Zimmerman would want to help you out. (5.3k words)

Warnings: possible spoilers for Blackkklansman, angst, mentions of KKK, mentions of police, mentions of gun violence, period related sexism i guess, f!reader, enemies to lovers?, pissed + jealous Flip :)

A/N: thank you all for the sweet comments (listed below along with the prompts), and so sorry for how long this took to write, I have 3 prompts combined here and I think i’m pretty happy with how it turned out:) i hope it’s okay that i reworded some of the prompts just so that they fit in better. i hope you enjoy <3

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Congratulations on your 300!!!! I’d love to request these prompts with Flip, if you’re feelin it! 2 and 4 from the angst prompts list and 5 and 15 from the types of kisses prompt list. Thank you!

from the angst prompts list “Isn’t it obvious? I’m in love with you!” with flip?? You’re such an amazing writer im here every damn day 🥺🥰

Kisses #45 and “you’re driving me fucking insane.” For Flip, if you’re still taking requests, please! Your writing is fantastic! :)

Skin tight and sparkling, dazzling too. This was not your usual work attire.

Well, this wasn’t your typical work outing either.

An informant had come forward, said he had intel on the KKK and their next meeting. Information even Flip (an undercover infiltrator himself) wasn’t aware of. You couldn’t pass it up. And you didn’t want to give up your informant to the precinct, so you decided against telling anyone about your meeting with him.

It was probably a bad idea to have gone back to the office to grab your audio recorder in the outfit you decided to wear to your meeting.

Because of course, the only man who ever stays this late at work, hunched over files and files of names, dates, events, anything relating to his case with the KKK, was here.

Flip Zimmerman.

You thought you could walk by him without catching his attention. You thought if you stayed in the darkness of the hallway, swallowed by the shadows he wouldn’t notice you. But Flip was good at that, he was good at noticing things.

The sequins of your dress reflected the light from his desk lamp, catching your silhouette in the dark hallway. You fucking siren, what were you up to?

“Detective.” He called out to you from his desk, all too cooly with a cigarette bobbing between his lips. He hadn’t even looked up at you. You tried not to flinch at his sudden firm voice, booming at you and jumping your bones.

“Zimmerman.” You waved, stopping in your tracts, lifting a hand to him and waving dumbly.

He finally looks up from his coffee stained files, making direct eye contact with you. A sly smile stretching across his face as he leans back in his chair, his eyes raking up and down your body as you move closer to him, settling awkwardly against the doorframe. He takes a particularly long drag from his cigarette.

“Whoowee, where you headed looking like that?” He asked through his smile, glancing at his watch to catch the time. It was getting close to midnight.

“Just… out.”

“Oh yeah? What’d you have to come back here for? Needed some pepper spray in case the guy tries something?” He’s intrigued now, questioning you like he would an informant. He leans forward on his desk, resting his weight on his forearms, cigarette between his long fingers now. You play along, laughing with him. Fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

“Yeah, something like that.” Flip nods, chuckling to himself as he brings his cigarette back up to his lips, taking another long drag. You try to look away as he blows smoke out of his nose. He stands up from his desk, walking slowly over to you in the doorway.

“Cute.” He nearly sneers, taunting you. “Now why don’t you tell me what’s really going on, hmm?”

“I’m just-”

“I saw you grabbing the audio recorder.” He says, shutting you down. Defeated, you sigh rather loudly, your shoulders sagging as you run a hand down your face.

“I’m meeting an informant.” You try to keep it short and sweet, hoping he won’t pry but Flip just raises his eyebrows, signaling you to continue. You sigh again. “He’s giving me intel on KKK activity, a possible outing that’s coming up.” Flip rolls his eyes.

“Rookie listen... I’m the one who gets KKK intel around here. What does he know that I don’t?” You shrug your shoulders, trying not to let the dumb nickname ‘rookie’ sting as he spits it at you.

“All he told me was that there’s something going on this week that’s really hush-hush, even between members. He couldn’t elaborate more than that over the phone so I agreed to meet him at a bar.”

“Alone?”

“I can handle myself, Zimmerman.” Now you roll your eyes, you hated how much he doubted you, he always had. You were just really good at ignoring him, ignoring his stares and comments. Usually.

“Do you have any idea how fucking stupid that is? These people are sick, they’re not right in the head. I’m… I’m coming.”

“What? No, Flip I’ll be-”

“I’m coming. This isn’t up for debate... Wait here, I’m gonna go get you a microphone.”

You fought the whole way to his truck, which he insisted on taking. You told him he would blow your cover, you told him he would make things obvious, probably scare the guy. You told him that maybe he would recognize him, recognize him as ‘Ron’. Flip didn’t say shit in response, just opened the passenger door for you and jogged to the driver’s seat, lighting up a new cigarette as he drove you two to the bar.

The car ride was tense, you fidgeted with the hem of your dress, acutely aware of how much skin you were showing, you could feel Flip’s burning eyes on you as he stole glances every now and then.

“You’re unbelievable.” You huffed, crossing your arms and looking out the window, trying to keep your mind focused on the mission.

“What was that?”

“I said you’re unbelievable. Somehow you’re going to manage to get all the credit for this too.” Flip brows furrowed in confusion, he turned to look at you properly for the first time since you two got in the car. He said your name but you averted his gaze as soon as your eyes met. A fleeting moment of tenderness passed through him.

“Doll, what are you talking ab-”

“We’re here.” You’re thankful for the switch of subject as you sit up suddenly in your seat, unbuckling your seatbelt and leaning forward to look into the place. You had no idea what the guy looked like. You assumed he would approach you once you were inside. Flip parked further down the street, on the opposite side. Thankfully it was a one way street so a get away, if necessary, would be easy.

“Hey don’t just jump out, the fuck-”

“Hand me the mic.” You said with urgency. Flip felt flustered watching you move, the way your breasts pressed against the fabric of your tiny dress, the soft swell of flesh at the perimeter of the shiny fabric, begging to be kissed, touched. He shuddered but turned quickly to hand you the mic kit, grabbing the headphones for himself.

You lifted your dress carefully so as not to expose your entire body to him. You pressed the microphone right in between your breasts but underneath the fabric, right above your belly button. Flip sucked on his cigarette, watching for a moment too long before turning his head away, giving you some privacy. You muttered a tiny ‘thanks’. Flip just nodded, gaze averted as he stared out his window into the dead of night, images of your body burning into the back of his mind. Fuck, you looked so soft, so pretty. You shouldn’t be doing this...

Once you were done tapping the mic to your flesh, you secured the battery pack to your underwear. Thankfully it was thin enough to not cause too much of an obvious bump in your silhouette, the informant wouldn’t notice, not that he would really mind. He probably knew you would be recording something but he wasn’t the problem. KKK members were everywhere, they blended in, they could be anyone. You had to be sneaky, hide away from prying eyes that look for detectives, for cops.

But you were good, you were good at being sneaky, conniving. That’s why you were hired. Tonight, you would just look like you were on a friendly date.

You opened the car door, your heels clacking against the concrete. You close the car door quietly behind you, nodding at Flip before heading inside. Flip was easily more nervous than you were. He had experienced these guys first hand, you hadn’t. He knew how fucked up they truly were, how sick and twisted their minds were. Not only did they not trust anyone who didn’t look like them, they were weary of newbies too, white folks just like them.

Images flash in his mind of Felix holding him at gunpoint in his stale basement, threatening to pull the trigger if he didn’t prove he wasn’t circumcised, prove he wasn’t Jewish. Flip thought he was going to die that day. Truly thought he was going to be killed by some nazi in a basement. But Ron saved him, Ron sacrificed himself and saved the whole mission. Flip hoped it didn’t come to it tonight but if it did, he hoped he could save you too.

Chatter on the radio filled his headphones, cutting off his looming thoughts. Your sweet voice filled his head, surrounded him, nearly throwing him off balance in his seat. He tried to look into the bar, to see if he could see you from where he was parked but to no avail. You had sat somewhere out of eyesight and that made Flip nervous. He would have to work based on the tone of your voice, he’d have to judge for himself if you were in danger.

“Hey, George right?”

“Nope, but that’s the name I gave ya.” The guy chuckled. Flip didn’t recognize the voice, probably someone he hadn’t met, it did nothing to calm his nerves. “Didn’t think the name you gave me was yer own so, figured I’d play yer little game, right Pamela?”

Pamela. If Flip wasn’t so high strung, he would’ve laughed at that.

It must have been what? Only last week that he and some of the guys were briefly discussing Pamela Anderson after catching Jimmy reading a magazine she was featured in, teasing him about it, perhaps making too many lewd comments. Maybe you had caught that. Maybe it was a coincidence. Either way, Flip was flustered beyond belief.

You laughed anyways at ‘George’s’ comment, the sound made Flip feel drunk.

“So, what do you have for me George?”

“Now now darlin’, what’s the rush? Why don’t we get somethin’ t’ drink first?” You laughed again, fabric rustling too loudly.

“Sure... I’ll just have a Coke.” You say dismissively. Flip can hear ‘George’ ordering in the background while you seem to fidget around, maybe adjusting your dress.

The conversation progressed at a frustrating pace. The informant kept swerving around your questions, ordering too many drinks which made his sentences harder to understand, and that deep southern accent of his wasn’t helping his case either. Flip could hear the anger and frustration seeping into your voice, coating your words with a vicious bite and a sickeningly sweet laugh, trying to play it off cooly as to not give away your cover. There were too many fucking rednecks in this part of town.

On his fourth drink, ‘George’ started letting his hand wander over to yours which rested on the bar countertop. You could tell he thought he was being real smooth, letting his fingers just graze ever so slightly over yours, followed by a gentle tap of his hand over the back of your palm, then he started leaving it there, running his thumb over your soft skin. It made your skin burn, not in that pleasant way but in the way that makes your stomach feel like it’s about to churn your Coke up your throat and out of your mouth, onto his nice shoes.

The worst part is you let him touch you, you let him get handsy all in the hopes of gaining information. Don’t blow your cover, don’t blow your cover, don’t blow your cover.

“So…” you start, stretching casually, trying to rid your body of his grabby hands. “I hear Mr. Duke is supposed to be making an appearance, sometime at the end of this month right?” George nodded, reaching his hand over to you again, clearly he only had one thing on his mind, and that was not David Duke.

“Yeah darlin’, he sure is. I’m sure he’d like to meet somethin’ as pretty as you. I’m sure he’d like to show ya what the organization is really capable of… they’re gonna make things go boom.” His hand had managed to slither itself around your waist, pinching your skin through the dress. He was practically standing next to you now, breathing down your neck.

Even Flip, who still sat all the way outside in his truck, could tell he was standing closer to you now based on the way his voice had moved in regards to the placement of your mic. It was coming in almost exactly where yours was. Was he hovering over you now? Touching you? He heard loud rustling, a clear agitation of the microphone taped above your belly button, how handsy was he getting? Flip’s heart started beating faster as he weighed his options, unsure of what to do, how to go about this situation stealthily.

“What do you mean, make things go boom?” You asked, bless your fucking heart, still going along with the mission. Still trying to coax answers out of this man who did not give one single shit about you or the information he promised. The more Flip thought about it, the more he realized this guy was probably just using you to go out on a date with someone way out of his league. George chuckled darkly, the sound disgusted both you and Flip.

“Why don’t I… explain it to ya real nice and real slow in the bathroom-” Flip flung the headphone off his head, grabbed his pistol and jammed it into the back of his jeans, making sure his flannel covered it as he secured it in his belt. He threw his hat on, tucking it low over his eyes and ran into the bar, only slowing down to a saunter when he entered. Be fucking casual.

He got the slightest glimpse of a man entering the bathroom before he disappeared behind the closed door, and then he saw you, shining in the dark light of this dingy bar like you had a god damn halo around your head, perched perfectly on the stool like you weren’t having the worst time of your fucking life. You made wide eyes at Flip, shooing him away with a flick of your wrist but he just marched right up to you, grabbing the hand you were trying to motion him away with.

“Fli- what the fuck?” You whisper yelled at him, nearly saying his real name. You glanced over at the bathroom door that ‘George’ so confidently stormed into, so sure that you were hot on his trails, so into the idea of him fucking you. You felt sick to your stomach.

“Come on Pamela, we’re leaving. This is over.” You glared at him, squinting your eyes, shooting fake lasers at him as hard as you could.

“But I can still get something out of him, let me-”

“I don’t think you and ‘George’ have the same idea of what it is exactly you’re going to be getting out of him tonight.” Flip glared, his fist clenching around your wrist, so small in his grasp. His eyes were filled with an emotion you didn’t think Flip was capable of feeling, fear.

“Let’s fucking go, pumpkin.” He spat the nickname out at you, it was better than rookie, but it still felt like a slap in the face coming from him in that menacing, annoyed tone.

You abandoned the mission. You let him drag you out of there, ‘George’ being none the wiser as he probably jacked off, alone in a stall with no one waiting for him on the other side of that door anymore. You didn’t feel bad, you just couldn’t help but think of what a pathetic situation this was, how stupid you had been to think this would work.

You thought about what could have happened if Flip wasn’t there to come knock you to your senses and out of your own stupid fucking naveity. You bet he got some weird, sick pleasure from watching you fail, maybe he felt guilty and felt the need to put an end to your suffering. He was always two steps ahead of everyone anyways.

“What the fuck is your problem?” You yell at him once you’re finally outside, standing next to his truck. You rip your hand from the vice grip he had you in, Flip only turning around to glare at you when you do so.

“What the fuck is my problem? Rookie, he had his hands all over you, you were just gonna let that slide? Let him have his way with you?”

“Why do you care how I get my intel? I could have gotten something good, something useful.”

“Hmmm, sure. You go ahead, believe that. Keep indulging yourself in that fucking fantasy. He just wanted to fuck you!” He yells, voice booming down the street and it startles you, quite literally knocking you off your feet. You stumble backwards, stumble away from him.

Flip leans back against the side of his truck, pressing his palms into his eyes, trying to shut everything out, regain control. He didn’t mean to yell, really, he didn’t mean to. He just couldn’t stop the images flashing in his mind, ones of you sitting pretty while that faceless creep put his hands all over you, touching you, groping you.

He groaned something into his hands, unintelligible to you. You rolled your eyes at whatever it was he said and took a few steps forward until your hand rested on the car door handle.

“Let’s just go, Flip. Before he comes back out and notices I’m gone.” You say, voice much quieter now, gentler, smaller. It surprises Flip, he wasn’t expecting you to back down from a fight with him so soon.

You two always had such charged energy at the office whenever you were forced to interact, it came out in sharp comments from Flip and icy glares from you. You were getting sick of it if you were being honest. Flip sort of was too, tired of all the unnecessary coldness he always approached you with. Maybe he was just covering something up, repressing something.

But Flip nods his head and walks to the driver's side, starting the engine and driving back to the station.

The ride is quiet, much like the ride over except now you’re trying to stop your lip from trembling and your eyes from fluttering shut, threatening to spill the tears that well up in your eyes. How could you be so fucking stupid? How could this have worked? How could tonight have gone the way you thought it would?

“I’m sorry.” That low, baritone voice grumbles from the driver’s seat. You wipe your tears away that managed to fall with the back of your hand, turning to look at Flip in confusion.

“For what?” Knowing tonight would be a disaster? Knowing that you would’ve fucked something up eventually?

“That tonight didn’t go the way you wanted it to.” He kept his gaze ahead, not daring to turn and look at you in that dress with that sad expression on your face. He knew it would break him, make him say things he wouldn’t dare admit, say aloud. “I ruined it. I’m sorry that I fucked up the mission.”

That you were not expecting. Detective Flip Zimmerman apologizing to you. You. Of all people.

“It’s fine… you were right afterall I just… I just didn’t want to believe it. I wanted to do this myself, you know.” You shrug, as if it was no big deal. You wipe another tear that falls and Flip looks then, that fateful moment that he allows himself to look at you.

Eyes shiny, wet and big, looking right back at him, into him. Lips swollen, puffy. You sniffle, pulling your lips taught for a moment before they go back to their resting place, begging to be bitten, licked. Your chest moves gracefully somehow as small hiccups wracked your diaphragm and lungs, making it heave slightly as you try to restrain your sobs. Flip thinks he nearly crashes his truck, but he doesn’t, and you say,

“We’re here.” And he nearly gets whiplash from what a déjà vu this is. Reminds him of the beginning of the night when he had no idea what was in store. Somehow he even managed to park without realizing.

“No, I… I shouldn’t have been right. He shouldn't have acted that way. I just- when I could tell he was touching you… no one should touch you like that, not if you don’t want them to.” You sit there flustered, listening to him go on, voice low like the volume on the radio that you didn’t even notice had been turned on this whole time. You’re astonished. You can’t believe this is the Flip you know, standing up for you, advocating for you.

Flip sees the way you’re looking at him and hell, he’s just as surprised as you are. Suddenly embarrassed for going on such a tangent, he unbuckles himself and steps out of the car. You follow quickly behind him, his strides long and fast with those legs of his. You head into the building and follow him into the storage room so you can remove the mostly useless tape from tonight and return the audio recorder and mic that you borrowed.

The room is dark, stuffy from not being used in hours, the windows shut tight. Flip switches on a little desk lamp and you get to work removing the tape from your body. First, you unclip the battery pack, pulling the wire out from your dress and then your only left with the taped part.

You rip it off like a bandage, only a small noise being emitted from your throat at the sweet burn it left in its trail. That red mark would take hours to disappear, you would have to moisturize it when you got home.

“You good?” Flip asks, barely looking up from what he was doing, which was removing the audio tape from the recorder, writing down the date and names on it before storing it away to be reviewed tomorrow.

Questions burn on your tongue, wondering why he decided to help you tonight. Why he ‘came to the rescue’, why he felt the need to involve himself in something he could have just left alone. Something he could have just not asked about when you ran into him earlier this evening. Why did he-

“Why do you hate me?” You settle on, ignoring his question and shooting one back at him as you place the mic back in it’s box. He finally looked up at you, completely puzzled, like before. You roll your eyes, surely he must know what you mean. How could he think that you didn’t know how he hated you.

“Come on, Flip. I’m not in the mood for games, just answer the question.” You frown, shaking your head. It pounded and throbbed from the inside out, you felt like your head could truly combust right now. You just wanted this night to be over with, you wanted to go home and wash it away.

“You think I would have done that if I hated you?”

“You can still hate me and be a decent person.” You spit, turning away from him and willing your brain to stop creating more and more tears. They stung in your eyes, begging to be set free but you didn’t want Flip to see you cry, didn’t want him to know he could do that to you. You were just tired, emotionally drained.

A large warm hand placed itself on the small of your back, its warmth quickly travelling throughout your body like wildfire. Flip’s hand doesn’t wander, it stays put, just letting you know he’s there.

“I don’t hate you, Rookie-”

“Stop calling me that.” You whisper, voice so small, squeezing your eyes shut, willing, willing, willing the tears away.

And then Flip says your name, possibly for the first time all night. And it fucking breaks you. His voice, so soft, gentle even. Quiet to not alarm you, the words caressing your ears, kissing your flesh. You want to melt into him, you don’t know why but you do. You want to stop fighting this…

You turned around to face him, his dark eyes boring into yours. He was much closer than you expected him to be. His hand hadn’t moved from its place, where it once rested on your lower back, now it grazed your hip, ghosting above the perimeter of your body like he was scared to touch you, frightened.

“You drive me fucking insane… but I don’t hate you.” His voice was quiet too, just like your own. Like the two of you were afraid to speak too loud because it would shake the dust off all these old files, awaken the ghosts.

“You drive me fucking insane too.” You want to laugh, you really do. Maybe you never hated him, maybe he never hated you. Maybe you made it all up, confusing one kind of tension for another. Maybe you really were naive, stupid.

His hand wraps itself around your waist, the other coming to do the same nervously. They truly engulf you, his hands. Big, warm and strong, they pull you closer to him and you gasp when your bodies collide.

“Flip-”

“When I heard him… when I heard how he was talking to you I just, I don’t know.” Flip takes a deep breath, letting his head lean down so that his forehead rests against yours. The intimacy startles you. You want to pull away from him but.

But you don’t. Instead you bring your arms up to hold the sides of his strong neck, feeling his pulse thrumming against your palm. What was happening? What were you doing-

“You, in this dress… fuck. I would have killed him if-if… He didn’t deserve to see you in this, didn’t fucking deserve to know what it feels like to touch you in it…” Flip’s voice trails off, it was quiet to begin with. His hands clutch the fabric at your waist, as if trying to draw you in closer to him, and you’re left speechless, just watching in awe as he works through his thoughts. That familiar crease between his brows appearing. You find yourself wanting to smooth it away, whether it be with your fingers or your lips you don’t care. You just- you just want to show him something other than that coolness you always give him. You want to be warm for him.

“And you do? You deserve it?” You tempt, not sure why you’re even bothering stepping on his toes at this point. You suppose old habits die hard.

“You tell me.” He whispered, nudging his nose into yours and you gasp quietly, your breath fanning across his lips and he swears he could just melt into you right now, if that’s what you wanted. If you’d let him.

And you… you’re still too dumb to know what it is you want, too naive to give in, to melt into his hands. After what happened tonight, you’re scared, scared of how easily things can go wrong in ways you never could have foreseen.

But Flip saw.

Flip noticed.

Flip was there. Maybe you two would make a good team...

Taking a chance, you let your hands move to wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling your nose into his before… before Flip lets you make your move, lets you come onto him, safe in his arms. He holds you so, so close as you let your lips brush against his, breathing him in, still deciding.

So indecisive, Flip thinks. He would laugh at you right now if you didn’t have him completely wrapped around your finger, hanging on your every move, waiting, waiting for you to take what you need from him.

You press into him, with your body and your lips, letting him hold you as close as he possibly could. Flip sighs against your lips, melting into your touch as your fingers comb themselves into his hair, tugging when you reach the ends. He groans, folding over you, tilting his head and opening his mouth for you, he runs his tongue against your closed lips. Asking.

Yes, you want to say, you want to yell, scream it at him. But all you do is moan pathetically into his mouth as you open up for him, blooming like a flower as his tongue dances over yours, pressing into your mouth, deeper, deeper. Flip groans too, he needed this as much as you did.

Whether it was from the frustration of tonight’s events or the tension that had been pulled tight between the two of you like a tightrope, building for months and months on end, but both of you cracked underneath the pressure of the night.

As Flip worked his jaw on you, he stumbled, falling into you, pushing you back until your ass hit the desk behind you, making it scrape and screech across the floor. Files flew off, pens scattered, rolling across the floor, even the lamp rocked back and forth, back and forth with the force Flip tackled you with. You whimpered into his mouth, letting him move you how he pleased.

You felt his hands slither down your body with haste, stopping only to grab at your ass through your dress. His big hands wrapped around the back of your thighs, hoisting you up until you sat perched on the desk, your legs parting all too easily for him to stand between, pressing his body flush against yours.

Flip continued to devour you, you put in as much effort as you could but you felt weak, dumb with the way his mouth was so soft and warm on yours, his stupidly perfect lips so wet and soft, gliding effortlessly against your own. Like he was made to kiss you.

You lost yourself in his kiss, in his caress, in his touch. You let him hold you, shift you however he wanted, you felt like you were in some old classic movie with the way he was kissing you, with so much passion, so much vigour.

As you dove deeper into him, your inhibitions fell further and further away. You tugged at his hair, pressing his face into yours so that his nose was pressed firmly into your cheek. Teeth grazing his plump bottom lip, you entertained the idea of biting into the supple skin for all of two seconds before you indulged yourself in the sick pleasure. Flip groaned, loud into your mouth as you sunk your teeth into his lip, only letting it go for him to pull back and stare at you with an abyss for eyes. His lip was swollen, you could practically see the blood rushing to the bitten area, making it redder, juicer. You did that to him. Flip growled, pressing his hips and his forehead into yours, both of you trying to regain your breath.

“Did I mention how sorry I was?” Flip said darkly, voice rumbling with lust, deep in his chest. You felt it reverberate into you, it made you shiver. That and the way he was looking at you made you want to… to be good for him. Submit. Listen to him for once.

You nod your head, so breathless as you looked up at him. He was so much bigger than you and your neck was beginning to hurt from all the straining you had to do to keep your lips pressed firmly to his.

“Do you hate me?” Flip asks now, his turn to get an answer. His hand rests against your neck, fingers grazing your jawline from how big it is, wrapping around you too easily. You never wanted him to let go. You bite your lip and eyes still looking up at him, chest heaving, hard.

“No, I… I think the opposite actually.”

Part 2?

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andypantsx3 · 4 years

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ab intra | 4 | in flagrante delicto

pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi / Reader

length: 18,811 words / 6 chapters

summary: When a wave of disturbing crimes sweep the city, underground hero Hitoshi Shinsou is assigned to work the case with you. What’s even more frustrating than his obnoxious personality is the fact no one will tell you why he’s involved. Things only get more suspicious from there.

tags: romance, thriller, misunderstandings, pro hero AU, reader-insert

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, suicide mentions, brainwashing, consensual mind control, some violence

The villain struck again only days later. This time, they had gotten sloppy.

The call came into your offices just as you were nearing the end of your shift, an alert forwarded to you and several others by dispatch. One witness had managed to call the police as the people around them fell screaming--confirming your hypothesis that it was a visually-triggered quirk. This witness had been blind.

You launched yourself into the passenger seat of a cruiser, Aya just managing to get in behind you before it took off. You called Shinsou as the car sped towards another bank, this time at the edge of the city--the hero had been out on another call, something he’d said was urgent but refused to explain further, so he hadn’t been at the precinct when the call came in.

He didn’t pick up and your ire increased, leaving a short but very curse-heavy message on his answering tone. “Get to the fucking bank now,” you commanded before hanging up. This is why you hated working with heroes.

What the hell was the point of having a hero partner if he was going to leave the police force--made up mostly of those whose quirks were not useful enough to have launched them into heroics in the first place--to battle a fucking mind manipulation villain on their own? Was he making a point of helping only on the parts of the case that could have benefitted from a hero least, leaving you high and dry when you could actually use his stupid fucking scarf-mask-whatever quirk?

The cruiser pulled up to the side of the bank, several others screeching up beside it.

“We think the quirk is triggered visually,” you informed the other officers as you leapt out, strapping on a bullet proof vest like it would do anything to protect you from a quirk that invaded the inner confines of your brain. “We think the villain works with at least one other person, quirk unknown. To the best of your ability, attempt to apprehend both villains without looking at them. If you have to, try looking at them through some other media; your helmet visors, the scope of a rifle, any reflective surfaces. We don’t know exactly how this quirk works yet, please take every precaution you possibly can think of before engaging--”

You were cut off by the side of the bank blowing clear open, and several officers around you whipped their heads up, only to immediately go down, clutching their skulls and screaming.

Your eyes widened in terror and you quickly ducked down, hiding your face. The villains knew the police were here, and were escaping. And those officers had had visors on, meaning the mind quirk could work through other media as well.

You were fucked.

The crunch of one pair of boots through the rubble told you the mind quirk villain had spotted your division and turned, picking up speed to tear in the opposite direction. You chanced a look up and caught sight of a lean figure in a dark suit breaking into a full run.

“Unit one, after them!” Aya yelled, turning to you quickly as she unstrapped her gun. “I don’t think anyone else came out--you said there were at least two, right?”

You nodded.

“Okay then there’s someone still in there. I’ll get mind freak, you get the others,” then she darted away, several other officers hot on her heels.

Your stomach churned with the thought of stopping her. It was dangerous to chase down a villain like that--especially given what you had just seen. You didn’t know what happened once the villain got ahold of a person’s mind, but from the look of the officers still writhing on the ground in front of you--it looked like they all but blew up their brain.

You took a deep breath and shadowed the backs of the other officers making their way towards the still-smoking hole in the side of the building, unholstering your gun. You nervously thumbed off the safety.

Raids were your least favorite part of your job as an investigator. You much preferred being tucked up over case files, the gears in your brain working, a coffee (or seven) in hand. Raids and arrests always made your gut churn with nerves, and you felt shivery with adrenaline, anticipation sliding slick under your skin when it had nowhere else to go.

You followed the officers as they carefully picked their way into the bank, passing under the remains of the thick wall, hanging with metal framing and shredded cement. The inside of the bank was much darker after the brightness of the early evening sun and it took a couple moments for you to adjust.

When you did, you could see the floor of the main lobby was littered with rubble, glass and plaster blown out from the cubicles to stud the tile, and every movement you made echoed with a crunch underfoot. Several bodies lay scattered at the edge of the room, and two officers darted over. You could see the rapid rise and fall of the victims’ chests, though, the way their limbs twitched and contorted with the aftershocks of whatever the mental quirk did. They were alive, at least.

You followed several other officers through the main lobby and through the doorway that looked like it led into the main offices beyond. A thrill of foreboding went through you as you entered--who was waiting for you beyond? How many of them were there? What kind of quirk did they have?

You passed quietly down the hall, the only sounds your careful breaths and the soft scuff of boots. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you caught a soft, sinuous movement. You turned sharply to find a shadow slipping into the wall. You stopped, and an officer behind you paused.

“Someone just went through the wall,” he said. There was a long moment of tense silence, and the two men ahead of you glanced back.

Suddenly, they were wrenched violently into the opposite wall by some unseen force. Both of their heads slammed heavily into the plaster, and they fell to the floor, limp.

Your heartbeat kicked into overdrive and you cast about wildly for whoever had just done that, fingers tightening on your gun. Then, just down the hall, a man peeked out from behind an office door as if to check his handiwork and you trained your gun on him.

“Come out with your hands up,” you commanded, heartbeat hammering in your chest.

He watched you silently for a moment, then slipped further into the hallway, raising his hands slowly towards his ears. He made no movement, but a small smile curled his lip. Then a weird feeling slithered over your skin, a tight tug like a magnet was pulling every fiber in your body towards it, and you had only seconds to realize what he was doing.

“I think it’s a magnetization quirk, back out of the room,” you said loudly, even as you could feel your weight shifting, your toes slipping out from under you, gravity no longer the greatest force governing your body. There was a moment where it felt like every neuron in you snapped forward, and then you were being wrenched towards the man.

You swore, kicking your feet out as if to stop your slide, but they only slipped uselessly along the floor. The man’s smile widened into a grin, and he reached inside his jacket quickly, pulling out a wicked, curved blade, angled up towards your throat. Your feet strained against the floor and your heart pulsed wildly in your throat like it could choke you. He was going to pull you straight into the knife. He was going to pull you straight into the knife and plunge it straight into your throat and there was nothing you could do about it.

You struggled to line your gun up, but your whole arm felt locked up. You couldn’t get a good alignment, you couldn’t train it on him in time, you were feet away now, you were going to--

Something caught your arm and wrenched you back, throwing you sideways through the door of a cubicle. You rolled along the floor, shoulder connecting painfully with a filing cabinet. You gasped, losing the grip on your gun and it clattered loudly against the floor. You lay there for a brief second, closing your eyes and exhaling shakily.

Then you shook your head and rolled to your knees, grabbing your gun up and aiming it through the doorway. White strips of what looked like fabric slithered through the air beyond the door, and your eyes narrowed. That looked like--

A head of messy indigo hair poked through the door, violet eyes narrowing in on you. That dark mask was strapped over his face but you could hear him clearly through it.

“You okay, kitten?”

A weird, shuddery wave of relief went through you.

“Shinsou,” you gasped out. “You’re here.”

You couldn’t see his mouth through the mask but the crinkle of his eyes told you he was smirking. “Sit tight for me, kitten. I got this guy.”

“He’s got a magnetization quirk, I think,” you said as Shinsou turned to face the man at the end of the hall. You watched his eyes trail over the villain dismissively. “Move out of the way if you feel your skin start buzzing.”

Shinsou stared the man down. “What’s your name?” he asked, voice hard.

There was no response and Shinsou’s eyes narrowed. “Are you going to come quietly?” he asked.

Again, no response. Shinsou sighed and his arm shifted, pulling the scarf through the air in a complicated series of twists. Watching it move you wondered what kind of quirk it was that he had, to manipulate it like that. Was it a fiber manipulation quirk, like Best Jeanist? Did it affect only one kind of fabric, is that why he carried such a long length around with him?

The network of twists shot towards the man at the end of the hall, and you heard a crash as he upended something, dodging and dashing down the corridor to the left. The loud slap of his feet picked up, and you scrambled to your feet, racing after Shinsou as he started forward after the man.

You darted around the corner after them, avoiding a shower of heavy objects that the villain pulled out of the rooms with a wave of his hand, sending them hurtling through the air at you. A microwave came shooting out of the breakroom and Shinsou skidded to a stop, whirling on you and slamming you into the wall right as it came sailing past your head. His body covered yours almost completely, pressing you flat against the wall, and you stared up at him in shock.

“Thanks again,” you managed.

“Anytime, kitten.” His eyes glittered down at you for a single second and then he was off again, his boots loud in the hall. You shook yourself and darted after him.

The villain fell through an emergency exit out into the street, rolling to his feet and narrowly avoiding the end of Shinsou’s scarf. He ripped the door clean off its hinges with a pull of his arm and sent it spinning back at Shinsou. Shinsou managed to dodge, sliding just under it as it sliced through the air, and he rolled to his feet again, turning to face the man.

“Why don’t you speak, hmm?” he taunted.

The man cast about, waving his arms to peel more things off the street and into the air. He seemed determined not to acknowledge Shinsou--was he that scared of him?

A voice echoed from the other end of the street, rough and grainy and sounding weirdly like your captain, who never went out on assignment. “Tokyo PD, you’re under arrest. We do not want to hurt you. Will you come peacefully?”

The man raised his head, looking up at you and Shinsou with a smirk.

“Peacefully? You fucks can stick it up your--” he froze, eyes widening, and a strange shudder went through him before all his limbs locked up. The grates he had pulled from the street went clattering to the pavement, and his eyes seemed to go unfocused and cloudy. His eyelashes fluttered wildly for just a second, like he was trying to throw something off, and then he gasped. “You!” he managed, his words oddly slurred, “You--tricked me--”

“Quiet,” Shinsou snapped and the man’s mouth clicked audibly shut.

You stared. Then, a shiver of apprehension slid slowly along your spine. The villain had just looked up at Shinsou and gone slack. Then it looked like Shinsou had just commanded him and he’d...done it.

“Stay still and put your wrists out,” Shinsou ordered, stalking forward and pulling restraints off his belt. The man complied obediently, and your stomach clenched.

He was acting...like he was completely under Shinsou’s control.

A stampede of footsteps echoed behind you, and several officers came spilling out of the bank and into the street. You stood frozen as one of them moved forward to take hold of the villain roughly. Shinsou released him easily, watching with satisfaction as the man was hauled towards a squad car.

Suddenly, his words from the casino echoed in your head. “I think you will find, however, that I am even more accustomed to control.”

A wave of horror washed through you.

Shinsou knew so much about mind manipulation quirks not because he had history with someone on the other side of this case, but because he had a mind manipulation quirk himself. The scarf wasn’t part of his quirk, but a support item like a capture weapon, and Shinsou had a mind manipulation quirk.

The events that you had just witnessed replayed themselves on a loop in your brain. The villain had been determined not to acknowledge Shinsou, but almost as soon as he had looked up at him, he’d been caught. It was like he had known what Shinsou’s quirk was ahead of time and was taking pains to not engage with him.

And then he had hissed something, just as he fell under Shinsou’s control, hadn’t he? “You,” he’d said. “You tricked me.”

This villain had known of Shinsou ahead of time. This villain who worked with a visually-triggered mind quirk user had known of Shinsou, and when he’d looked at him, he’d been caught.

Something clicked in your brain.

Suddenly, all Shinsou’s caginess, his interest in this case, his reasons for wanting to distract you, everything all lined up. What if Shinsou wasn’t just a hero on loan for a simple investigation? What if, instead, Shinsou was a villain trying to get a handle on his own case?

It would be easy enough for any mind quirk user to get access, now that you thought about it. All they had to do was to find out which office was working the case and they could breeze into the precinct and brainwash people into compliance. Had Shinsou come into your precinct and done the same thing to your captain? Had Shinsou ever done the same thing to you?

The tread of boots on gravel pulled you out of your thoughts, and a small thrill of fear went down your spine as you saw Shinsou making his way over to you.

You quickly clamped down on all your emotions, schooling your features into a mask. Shinsou couldn’t know what you suspected.

“You okay, kitten?” he asked, ducking his head to look into your face. Those violet eyes searched over you, a calloused hand reaching out to take your chin.

You tamped down on a twitch. Cool, you had to play it cool. Act normal until you could get back to the precinct offices and figure out a plan. It was likely that Shinsou wouldn’t allow his partner that you’d just caught to sell him out, so you had to find another way to catch him out. You couldn’t give yourself away until you were sure of how to trap him.

Normal. You could act normal.

“I don’t know. Some asshole threw me into a filing cabinet,” you said, forcing an annoyed look onto your features.

Shinsou chuckled and his long fingers trailed down to your shoulder, delicately ghosting over the place where you’d connected with the filing cabinet. You suppressed a shiver.

“Want me to kiss it better?” he asked, raising a dark eyebrow.

A mortifying blush spread across your face and you turned away from him, stomping back to a squad car. “The only thing you can kiss is my ass,” you ground out.

You heard him laugh, and you stuffed yourself into the car, closing the door to shut him out.

You let out a breath.

This was going to be hard. You couldn’t talk to anyone about this in case Shinsou caught on to what you were doing. You would have to investigate this alone, and play it very safe around him in case he suspected you’d figured him out.

But you could do this. You’d solved every case that had come across your desk before, and you would close this one too.

You would solve this. You would catch Hitoshi Shinsou.

#shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou x reader #bnha #fanfic #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #tw: suicide mention #shinsou hitoshi

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sweet-symphony0 · 3 years

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Leon Saves Elliot from being held hostage by a criminal (gun held against his stomach)

My bad on this being eons late, I’ve been staring at it for two months now almost daily but here we are.

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Elliot wasn’t entirely sure how he ended up here, chained to the ceiling by his hands and a Dark Army agent staring him down with the barrel of the gun in his hand pointed at his stomach.

It only made him slightly nervous. Whiterose wouldn’t kill him, not yet anyway. There was too much use for him, she needed him, that much he was certain of, whether she admitted to it or not. In truth, he was quite bored. He wasn’t sure what kind of use he could be to Whiterose tied up like this, and really he had things he had to attend to. Like Darlene. Had she noticed his absence yet?

Elliot didn’t say any of this out loud, eyes fixated on the gun in front of him. This was the second day it had been like this, how many more to go, Elliot didn’t know.

He tried asking what the point of this was, and had gotten no reply, so Elliot stopped asking. He was patient; he could wait this out.

If he wanted to wait it out though...

“Don’t ask questions,” Mr. Robot hissed at him, materializing out of nowhere in the corner of their tiny cell. “You’ll get us killed. Just be patient while I figure this out.”

Figure out what? We’re stuck, asshole.

“No, no,” Robot murmured, staring at the gun too. “I’ve got a plan. Hang tight kiddo.” And he was gone again, Elliot mourning the loss. As annoying as Mr. Robot was, he was another companion, a welcomed change in a place like this.

Wait, come back, he pleaded internally. Don’t leave.

Zero response.

Hey, asshole.

Still nothing.

Elliot sighed, wondering if he really was about to die here, and if he could get a decent last meal before he did. Tell Darlene he loved her and to take care of Flipper for him. She deserved that at least. A goodbye, for all the times Elliot had let her down otherwise.

“Where’s Whiterose?” He asked for the third time, and froze when he heard the safety of the gun click off. He’d been ignored the first two times, he must’ve pissed this guy off now.

“I said no questions.”

“You haven’t given me any information, I’ve just been here-”

“I said,” his kidnapper said, standing up and pressing the barrel of the gun firmly against Elliot’s ribs. “No questions.”

He was digging the gun into Elliot’s side so firmly that Elliot was certain he could feel his heart beat reverberating against it.

“You wouldn’t kill me,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “She needs me alive for her precious project.”

It was a stupid call, as he watched the man’s finger pull the trigger slowly, and time froze.

There was a gunshot, except it wasn’t the one Elliot was expecting. He watched as the gun pressed against his abs fell away as the man crumpled from a bullet to his brain, falling to the floor in a bloody mess, and Elliot looked up from where he was staring at the bleeding corpse, to see Leon with arms outstretched, gun pointed and aimed at exactly where the lackey had been. And behind him stood Mr. Robot, hands in his pockets, looking a little too impatient at this whole thing.

“Kiddo,” he sighed. “What’d I say?”

“Fuck you,” Elliot said back, though it was without any malice. He didn’t realize he was shaking until Leon reached up to unlock the cuffs around his fists and he too, crumpled to the floor in a heap, falling into the pool of blood around him.

“I gotchu, cuz,” Leon murmured absentmindedly, sticking a cigarette between his lips before hoisting Elliot to his feet and wrapping Elliot’s arm around his shoulder to support him. “C’mon. You aight.”

“Yeah,” Elliot managed to get out, dragging his feet as Leon led them out of the building. “What...”

“Later,” Leon said, and Elliot could work with that. They got outside, the three of them, and as Elliot collapsed against the wall, Leon lit his cigarette, staring at the road and waiting before a car pulled up, the driver got out and left the keys. Leon nodded.

“C’mon,” he said again, holding his hand out for Elliot to take. Elliot does, and doesn’t ask questions, sliding into the backseat with Robot behind him.

It wasn’t until Leon dropped them off at a motel in Marlton with some cash and Elliot’s wallet and phone that Elliot finally asked.

“Thought you were Dark Army.”

“I was,” Leon shrugged, taking a drag of the cigarette. “Freelance now, remember? She don’t control me for shit. Plus I like you. Don’t wanna see you dead, cuz.”

“Uh,” Elliot stared. Was that worse? “Thanks?”

“No probs,” Leon said already walking off, with Elliot and Mr. Robot staring after him. “You call me if ya need, my dude. Peace.” And he was gone, driving off with Elliot standing in his wake. Elliot finally turned to Mr. Robot.

“You called him?”

“Yep.”

“...Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Elliot doesn’t, walking towards the motel room instead, and by the time he looks back again, Mr. Robot is gone too.

He had to call Darlene.

#mr. robot #mr. robot fic #elliot alderson #leon

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sunnyborabora · 4 years

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Obsession (Suhø x Reader)

You’re in love with a man you know nothing about, but it doesn’t stop you from falling deeper and deeper.

Hi! Here is a little drabble to celebrate EXO’s comeback that was a real masterpiece! Junmyeon bias wrecked me hard I am still crying ndnbhdhdhd Anyway what did you think of the come back? And the concept? I loved I am still crying over it.... I tried to write x exo Suhø differently than I would write Junmyeon. I feel like he would be a mastermind, cold and calculating, violent in his acts but eager to find his own identity and not to just be the other version of Suho. Tell me what you think about it!

Tags: Super explicit smut, porn without plot, soft bdsm,Suhø has feelings, kinda sad tho :/

« You like it, don’t you ? » You were like paralyzed as he was whispering in your ears all those obscene things. His hard rock chest was pressed against your back and you could feel his muscle contract. « Babygirl has been bad, so so bad » You could sense his smirk in his words, the way his large hand was serpenting along your neck to tighten around your throat. Your breath itched as his hold was becoming tighter. You couldn’t see his face but you knew. And maybe it was better that way. You were already so intoxicated by him, you knew how his appearance was something that would fuck up your brain even more. « Suho please… -Oh come on… I can’t give it to you so easily » How did you even find yourself in this situation. You were just an innocent cashier, all you did was being nice. And maybe falling in love with the guy that always came into your shop to buy food. He was fascinating. You couldn’t stop looking at him, your heart racing every time he was coming into the store. His hood low on his head, you were only able to see his dark eyes accentuated by strong brows. You were unable to look at him in the eyes, this man was truly sending shivers down your spine. He was coming more and more, every time enticing the most embarrassing reaction from you. Your body was reacting to his in a way that you couldn’t explain. He was seeing this, you, how you would blush, how you would look away. How you seemed to wait for his arrival. But today has been different. The day your relationship took a turn was when you had a night shift. He had not come yet and it was almost the time for you to close the shop. You were on your way to close when someone entered. But it wasn’t who you hoped to see. « Sorry sir we are closed ». But you really didn’t have the time to react when the stranger pointed the gun at you. You dropped your keys, your body going numb with fear. « Give me the money, don’t tempt anything » And you didn’t. You rushed to the cashier and opened it as fast as you could. As you were handling him the money he grabbed your wrist making you tumble and tripped. « Get up ! » You yelped in pain as his hold tighten around your wrist. « The fuck is happening ? » You turned toward the entrance as a deep voice resonate in the space. It was the man, his familiar silhouette triggering a flow of emotion. Tears started streaming down your face as you try to get away from the man holding you. « Don’t get closer fucker ! Just go and I won’t shoot your dumb face ! » He didn’t move a muscle. The way the artificial light was hitting his face was making him look intimidating, scary even. You felt the grip on your wrist becoming loose and you yeet yourself out. You felt the man turn around and expected to get shot, but you didn’t. You heard a big boom behind you and the scream of pain of someone. You turned around to see the raider on the ground. « Are you okay ? » You couldn’t answer, your throat so tight it was impossible for you to speak. Burning tears erupted from your ayes as you collapsed on the ground. You felt too strong hand on each side of your shoulders. « You’re not hurt right ? » You shook your head still crying. « Stupid girl. Putting yourself in dangerous situation. » He put you on your feet and you fell in his arms still weak from what you have lived. He let you hug him, taking comfort in his embrace. After a moment he grabbed your face in his hand, squishing your cheeks. « What if I did not come hm ? What would you have done ? » You did not answer. What could you have done ? Nothing. But him being here, him who saved you, and who was now holding you. « Hmm, baby is not answering », he smirked, his face coming closer to yours. « You look so scared, so fucking hot » You did not even blink when his mouth crashed into yours. It was violent, his hand clenching even harder on your jaw. « Stop, please » He released you, his mouth coming near your ear. « You want me to stop Y/n ? Are you sure ? » You started shaking in his arms, when his other hand winded along your curves. « How do you know my name ? -The question is what do I not know about you ? Pretty girl that always waits for me to come in hmm » He grabbed your ass, making you jump. « Call me Suho babygirl » And you did, whispering his name as he drags you in the storage room. For the first Suho fucked you senseless. Making you forget your fear, your insecurities. You were bent over the bench as he was trusting in you. Your knees were weak, but his strong hold on your hips was not allowing you to fall. « Fuck, Y/n, you're so tight, so fucking tight, so much more than I imagined » You tried not to think too much about how he imagined you two together before. But the slaps of hips against your ass was so loud, he had so much strength and a sort of animosity that could not be contained. You weren’t seeing anything as he was just moving you along his dick as he pleased, but you could feel something shifting behind you. He groaned deep, and you came for the third time on his dick, almost fainting. You couldn’t put a name on the type of relationship you had. Suho, as he told you to call him, never came back to the grocery store. He just knew where to find you. And every time he came, he would fuck you, so good you would almost lose your mind, and he would leave. You didn’t know anything about him, and he would never tell you anything. That was the rule. Sometimes, you would wonder, as he was settling besides you on your bed. With time, he was staying a bit longer every time. Sometimes he would hold you in his arms, letting you pass your hands through his deep red hair. His blue eyes were closed as if he was savoring those little moments. Even if you were doubting it. Today wasn’t different. He just seemed even more on the edge than usually. He pushed your skirt up around your waist, and you heard him catch his breath. « Fuck… » he sighed. You pushed your hips back towards him almost involuntarily, but he resisted. You let out a quiet whine as you watch him walk around you like you were a prey. He was wearing that obscene red suit, the color of his hair. It wasn’t buttoned up, and you could clearly see his chest and abs. His hair were styled in a way he looked like he had horns. « Now I can do anything I like to you, for as long as I like, » he said, his voice smooth but laden with danger. « Yes, » you say in a voice barely more than a whisper. « You wouldn’t disagree right. Babygirl would let me do anything to her. -Yes, I would. -Even if what I want is to break you? » He said, his voice deep and dark, as if he was mocking you. « Go on the bed baby, bend over and let me see that ass of yours » You did as he told you. As if his voice had a hypnotic power over you. He walked slowly back towards you, never taking his eyes off your body. You bit your lip so hard you thought it might bleed, trying to contain yourself as you heard him unbuckling his belt. Suho wasn’t a man of many words except when they were dirty, but his actions were even worse. Within seconds, you feel the biting pain of the leather striking your bare ass. Before you could respond, it was followed by another, harder blow, and you cried out as your body is ravaged by the perfect combination of pleasure and pain. A third loud crack echoed around the room. You clawed at the bed with your fingernails, gasping for breath as he slowly dragged the belt across your tender skin. You’re expecting, no, craving, the next one, and he knew it. Even without looking at him you can feel the sadistic smile on his face as he teased you. « I want you to ask for it, » he said, and you could swear his smirk was audible. You took a deep, shaky breath in and exhale slowly. « Please, Suho, fuck... » you cried softly, your voice shaking. He seemed satisfied with that, and you heard the belt swishing through the air before cracking across your skin one last time. Your body trembled as he traced the red marks with his fingertips. His touches wandered down to your inner thighs, making you moan softly. His own breath caught in his throat as his fingers wandered a little too far, and he felt how wet you were, how desperate you were for his touch, for his body. He pulled you up roughly by the hair, earning a small yelp of surprise from you, and turned you to face him. He stared at you for a second, but you could see it, his eyes glowing orange now, before kissing you roughly. It took you by surprise, because usually he would take on your hand and knees like an animal, it was unusual for him to kiss you. The only thing you were aware of was him, how his tongue was in your mouth and his hands were pulling your hair and grasping at your body and God, how much you wanted him. You didn’t know before knowing him, that it was possible to want, to love someone that much. Because even if you were doubting his feelings for you, you knew you loved him deeply. When his lips finally left yours, you gasped for air, and suddenly his lips were on your neck. You moaned into his hair, taking a deep breath of his scent, your voice wavering as he gently bit you, sending electric shocks through your body. Satisfied with your reaction, he bit you harder before sucking on the soft skin of your neck until he was satisfied that he had marked you. Marked you as his. He left another hickey on your thigh, as e was on his knees. It wasn’t usual. He would never put himself in a situation that would make him look inferior. But today he seemed particularly attentive. His warm breath was dangerously close to where you wanted his gorgeous face the most, and it took every ounce of self-control you had just to restrain yourself from clutching at his hair and redirecting him yourself. But you knew better. You knew you weren’t authorized to touch him. He looked up at you with his dark blue eyes, just seeing him looking at you like that, like a hawk watching you, that made you moan.When he finally parted his lips from your body, he took a step back, taking of his jacket, showing you his sculpted body. It was like he had been made by the gods themselves, but knowing him, he probably would a demon coming straight from hell to torment you. He unbuttoned his trousers, letting them set on his hips. He grabbed your ankle, drawing you closer to him in a swift motion. Something was different today. He looked into your eyes as he entered you. You sighed deeply, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as he filled you. He started slowly, fucking you with long, deep strokes, but as you both lose control he picks up the pace, fucking you relentlessly against the wall. He was looking deep into your eyes, his mouth hanging open. You were so tempted. You wanted to put your hands in his beautiful hair, mess it up. You wanted to touch him. You grabbed his biceps trying to stabilize you, your weak whimpers slowly turning into long, shaky cries of ecstasy as he brought you closer to orgasm. Just as you’re about to climax, he laughed, a quiet, dirty, sadistic laughter in your ear. « Yes come on princess come around my cock », he husked in your ear, as he kept trusting, faster and faster, as you come, throbbing around his cock. His trusts never stopped and you felt like you were going to come all over again. « Don’t… stop…Suho » you moaned in his ear and you hear him groaned. You sighed his name out loud, and he looked into your eyes and bit his lip as he slowly ran his fingers up your thigh again. He groaned under his breath as he felt you clench again and again. You simply nodded your head and moaned softly in response, mentally begging him to give you more. He pinned your hands above your head as he brushed his lips against the hickeys on your neck, then the bruises on your ribs, before leaving a trail of kisses from between your breasts, downwards, until he was looking up at you. His eyes had a weird orange tint. He grabbed your hips, pulled you towards him and gave you what you needed the most. You entwined your fingers in his hair, feeling the soft strands between your fingers as you scraped his scalp and cry out his name over and over again like a sacred mantra as he trusted in you hard, his hips rolling between your thighs. You came again, screaming his name as you hug him tightly. Seconds later, He was back trusting in you again, abusing your cunt again and again. He’s sensual and slow, occasionally pausing to catch your gaze or lightly kiss your lips. And you think you might cry. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, your bodies moving as one. You clung to him, slowly coming undone in his arms again and you hear him groaned and finally you felt the moment when the last string of his control gave out, he gave into his pleasure entirely, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he let himself go, his body shaking slightly as he came deep inside you, so deep inside, so much you thought his cum already dripping out of your cunt. The intensity of it wrenches another crashing wave of pleasure from your body. Feelings you can’t describe soar through you, stealing the breath from your lungs. Your voice gives out, cracking as you try to call out his name one last time.You stayed in each other's arms as you give and take from each other. It was the first time it ever happened. He was on his side, hugging you, still inside you. You felt so incredibly intimate. Tears started streaming down your face. « Don’t cry... » You couldn’t help yourself. You felt like something was wrong. « I have to tell you something… -What ? -I won’t be able to come for a while… » You knew it. You clutched your hands around his arm, not wanting to let go ever. « Y/n ? » You didn’t want him to leave. Every time he was disappearing after coming to see you was like he was taking a piece of you with him. « Don’t leave me. » He wanted to say something, but he didn’t. He seemed tormented. « Just stay safe while I am gone okay ? » You nodded still not letting go. « I’am not going anywhere right now, you can sleep. » His eyes were shining a weird hue. His red hair were a mess falling on his forehead. He looked so beautiful. You tried to fight against sleep, perfectly knowing that once you’ll be gone into Morpheus’arms, he’ll leave. But you couldn’t help it, weirdly enough you never felt this safe. Before falling asleep, you took a last look at his face, seeing him looking at you. « Don’t forget about me Suho. -I will never » He hugged you and you closed your eyes.

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badboy-mysweetboy · 4 years

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One Dangerous Stiff

Eric Coulter× fem reader

Ok..... Hear me out. Thus dude is just mighty fine and he could shove me off a cliff and id smile🙃 enjoy btw this don't follow the plot bro.

Warning: Sad, swearing, cute ending, badass reader

Random tags: @missmarrinette @pindragon @ericcoulterdauntlessdivergent @ericcoultergirl9499

"So who's it gonna be?" Eric, one of the leaders asked eyeing the new recruits. "Me," I spoke up walking from the back of the group, his cold blue eyes bore into the side of my head as I presented in front of the group. "Is there water? Or a net?" A boy behind me asks, approaching the ledge and turning to the group with a smirk.

Eric's eyebrow raises at the movement. "Boy, I sure hope not." Rasing my fingers in a gun motion to under my chin, pulling the trigger. Lifting my weight from me, the wind throwing my h/c flowing above me as the ledge above me got smaller and smaller. The darkness around it grew to tuck my arms under my head and crossing my legs as if I was on a couch, watching the game. Then my weight was caught in a net.

Landing, my weight shifted as I looked over at a familiar face. "Y/n?" His eyes wide and mouth agape.

"Oh look my least favorite number, how long has it been 7 years? I can't remember." Getting off the net walking away as Four sent up a whistle and another came down. Beatrice, from my old, shitty faction. Abnegation.

As he pulled the net down, their eyes met and never let go. Making gagging noises they caught on before another was sent down. Four kept a gaze on me before Eric leaped down. He walked in front of the group once again as more teens walked in but in all black. Standing in the back I made mental note of the people that stood in front of me, finally meeting with a blue pair already looking at me. Eric's smirk grew into a... Smile. Bouncing my eyebrows, erupting a chuckle. Continuing his speech, my mind wandered to younger days.

"You can't catch me!" A laugh left his lips as my smaller frame tried to keep up. "Slow down!" My younger squeaky voice called out to him, running in between houses and crowds trying so desperately to just graze his skin. Before abruptly stopping being met with a chest, looking up I was met with a scary, familiar face. "Daddy? What's wro-" His hands.

Dug into my arms as he pulled me back to the box-like house, a pair of familiar eyes followed what happened. Screaming and kicking, my cheek stung as my head whipped to the side meeting his eyes once more. "Help me! Big brother, please! Don't let him hurt me!"

Instead of a hero, I was met with a coward, him shaking his head.

But that wasn't new.

But was new was he never came back.

Never.

My body painted in splotches of dark shades, my memories even darker. Daddy.

He blamed me for mom, now brother. Brother never got hit, even though he made me so mad, I'm happy I can protect him from daddy.

I don't know where he went, he was only 9 and I was 7 but I hoped he was safe till 16.

"Follow me." Shaking my head I follow as he mapped out the place to me, "Badass" noticing the grunge military aesthetic. "You're a stiff?" A gruff voice from behind me, turning to see ice blue once again. "What? Happy to see me?"

"Ha ha very funny, but no I meant-" he started, smiling I winked. "I know what ya meant, just giving ya trouble." Chuckling he continued next to me as we were showed the bunking area, " change into new clothes, we burn your old ones in 5."

"Fucking finally" walking into the room while everyone else looked around. Stripping and diving into my new black ones, turning I caught the sight of a neck tattoo before it disappeared behind the wall.

Picking up my old gray clothes and gliding towards the bonfire already made. The heat made me smile. As Four went on and on about new beginnings I tossed my clothes in like it was trash while others held it dearly to their hearts.

"Get over it. It's not like you wanted to stay, throw it in the damn fire so we can move on." I grumbled before shadowing behind the crying group. Passing it. Training. Finally.

Fighting was the only thing I knew after that day with my brother. Relentlessly for 7 years. I built up my strength and got away from the man who hurt me day after day. "What do you got stiff?" A dude was mocking Tris, who was having trouble with throwing a punch. Approaching them and grabbing her hand and pulling her with me. Standing here in front of the bag next to mine, sighing before putting her in the most impactful stance. "Tension here" pointing to her abdomen, "not here" pointing at her stomach. "Weight here, then shift it as you swing" leading her on her back foot to her front. "Swivel your foot with it. Go, right hook it."

Swallowing, Tris did as told and landed a decent punch. Eyes widening she met my e/c eyes, "It didn't hurt." Going to my bag I responded, " because you're the one supposed to give damage not receive-" throwing a hooked punch, "now keep going it hurts less more ya do it, rookie." As my fists met the leather images from childhood flashed in my mind, faces, voices. Every memory leads to a harder punch.

"Y/n and Al, ring now." Eric's cold voice boomed over the cement room, turning to the ring a boy stepped in. Smirking I went in between the ropes and cracked my knuckles. "I can't hit her, Can I fight a guy?" Al asked looking me up and down, Eric's face went from his normal bitch face to disgust. "Really? Just fight her, she has over double your score. Go!" At his command All slowly approaches, scanning his stance I could tell his core was his main focus of strength. Sighing as his fist flew passed my head, grabbing his arm and launched my foot into his side earning a yell of pain. Before twisting the now dislodged shoulder so his arm was behind his back. Laying on the floor at my will, I sat on his back holding the position as I fake checked my nails. "I'm thinking safe word fellas, how bout pork and beans?"

The boy was groaning in pain when he and Eric in unison, "What?"

"I don't know I saw it in a movie. Now, Al, I want you to repeat after me. Four is the worst number." His eyes met mine, "I can't say that."

Pulling his arm farther and farther as he screamed and the group grew as Four and Eric watched me whisper in his ear. "Say It! Or else..." Pulling his arm he yelped, "Four is the... Worse number. Now please." Sighing thinking about it for a second, "I guess so." Getting up and jump out of the ring. Watching Four as his eyes connected to his shoes, walking to the knifes section. Practice, yes I was like a perfected machine but all I knew was to fight.

That's all I've ever known.

Throwing the heavy but not too heavy weapons, the figure of the tall man came back. Making the knives go further... Faster. Until I reached down and no knives were found. Looking up, Eric was holding the box. "Dinner was called 25 minutes ago. You need to eat."

"Why do you care if I eat? You have 45 new robots to program that is eating. I don't eat dinner. Not when I can be here." Never breaking the gaze as my hand refilled with serrated steel, he grabbed my wrist with the blades. " because I like you. And I don't like people, and you're easily the best fighter here. So shower and I hope I see you in the cafeteria, or I'll come lookin" He smirked at the end, "Is that a threat or a promise Eric?" Smirking stepping forward being so close I could feel the hot breath fan over my skin. Glancing between his icy blue eyes and his pink lips I lean in a bit closer dropping the knives in the box, "I guess we'll see then?" Backing away before swaying my hips all the way to the bunks, finding the showers. Peeling the grimy clothes off my body and stepping into the icy water. The colder the better, cleaning the sweat off my skin. I turned the water off and drying off and putting on my bra and underwear.

Walking passed the mirrors I stop in my tracks. I've never seen my self as a whole, damn I'm ugly. Glancing over the scars and abs carved into my skin. Placing the tank and jeans on over the marks, I swiftly make my way to my bunk. Pulling on my boots I hear boots hit the floor growing nearer, “I thought you may have gotten the hint by now but here you are.” Turning and seeing Four, “How’d you know it was me, Y/n?”

“Because you’re heavy-footed, and you lead with your left foot instead of the average right. Now please excuse me, I’m hungry.” Walking passed him before I felt his hand around my wrist. Stopping in my tracks he let out a heavy breath. “Y/n I’m sorry-”

Yanking my wrist out of his grip with a cold glare, “No you’re not. You left me alone with that monster for 7 years.

Not 7 minutes,

Not 7 hours.

Not 7 days.

7 YEARS! Catch my drift you ugly bastard? Even though you ran away every time he decided to punish someone, you’d come back. But at least you came back-oh wait. You didn’t. And really the name Four? Do you really hate me that much? We both know, that’s the time dad got home every day. Leave me alone, Good-Bye Tobias.”

The cold glare I gave him could kill, another pair of boots could be heard but my eyes never left his. “You were supposed to be my big brother.” In a small whisper left my lips before turning back to the cafeteria. Eric stood at the end of the hallway with a curious look written on his face. “Come on Y/n, I am.” Tobias’s voice echoed, not even turning to meet his gaze. “You lost that title, You haven’t been in a long time. Do what you’re good at. Disappear, Tobias.” Before continuing to Eric as we made our way back.

“Don’t mean to pry but. Tobias? What is he to you?” Eric asked as we sat with our food in front of us. Sitting criss-cross on the bench I look over, “Tobias- I mean Four grew up together. But you would collect that since you heard our argument.” Giving a small smirk at the end taking a swig of water from my cup, he chuckled placing some of the ripped up biscuit into his mouth. “Sorry bout that, but like I said I was gonna come to look for ya. So you’re old friends?”

Finishing the food in my mouth I answered, “Well not exactly a friend. A friend you can rip off like a bandaid, painful but gone. Nope. To- Four was like cancer, you can’t get rid of it. Somehow, he comes back. But I thought he was gone for good. Shows how much I know.” I chuckle coldly eating a bit more, we sat in short silence. I could see the gears turning. Before the girl from before sat down next to me, a- Tris was her name. “Can I help you?” I ask before plopping food into my mouth, she tugged at her long black sleeves. “I wanted to thank you for earlier, he was being a jerk. And teaching me how to...” She mumbled off, “Throwing a hook? No problem Rookie. Now if ya please, go back to your chair before Four thinks he can sit over here.” I grumble the last part, letting out a heavy sigh when Four plops down across from me.

Standing from the table I turn and go up the stairs the second Four sat. Clenching my jaw I quickly make my way up the stairs and to the roof, slamming the door shut and grumbling. “Who the fuck he think he is? Walking in like he fucking did nothing? God, I wish I didn’t love him!” I rant sitting on the ledge letting my feet dangle.

“You love Four?” I heard an angry voice from the doorway, his chest puffed up. Looking over at Eric, “Trust me, not the way you think. Come. Pop a squat.” I pat the cement next to me, he was at my side within seconds. “Then how do you love Tobias?”

I gulped looking longing at the bright lights against the dark sky, “Tobias is- was my big brother. We had a rough childhood. My dad was an ass, and when my mom ran away he lost it. He took out that rage on me because Tobias ran into the shadows. He left me 7 years ago, I was 7 at the time. I never knew where he went, or if he was alive. I fought to get things since dad was broke, hence to now sitting on a roof with a ruggedly handsome man explaining why I want to kill a number.” I chuckled at the end, Eric watched as I spoke about my childhood.

I don’t hide it. Because simply I don’t care about my childhood. I won't start crying because of it, not how I was built.

“Brother? So I have a chance?” He smiled, letting out a laugh I replied. “Yes. Yes, you do Eric.”

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darknessisafriend · 4 years

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Your only chance for hapiness Part2

Part 1 here !

It’s finally here after so much time, I finally wrote it, I hope you will enjoy it, a Part 3 is planned ^^ @forensic-aep second part of your request^^

After getting dressed, the two of you headed to the Saloon where was Eli and Mayfield. Adrenaline still running through your veins, you intended on making her pay, the people here will remember you and the Sisters Brothers.

“Eli!” called Charlie, looking around for his brother.

“Up there!” he answered back, the two of you quickly headed in the direction of his voice, up to the office of Mayfield, as you arrived you noticed that Eli had tied her to a chair, she didn’t seem afraid enough to your taste, wasn’t she aware of their reputation?

“Well, you two took your time!” grumbled Eli, you cleared your throat, images of what had happened in the barn coming back to your mind, a slight blush creeping on your cheeks.

“I had some important things to care of…” smirked Charlie, turning his head to look at you and winking, ‘the bastard’ you gave him a punch in the shoulder, flustered.

“Ouch!” he exclaimed exaggerating, Eli let out a noisy sigh, and he was right, you should be focusing on Mayfield, being lovebirds will be for later.

“So, did she say anything?” asked Charlie, leaning his back against the deck as he looked at Mayfield right in the eyes, but you could see it in her eyes she wasn’t afraid, not yet; she knew some men like Eli couldn’t bring themselves to hit a woman, so you took the initiative, throwing her a punch on the forehead with the grip of your gun, she yelped with a mix of surprise and pain; Charlie whistled pleased by your gesture.

“She doesn’t deserve any special treatment Eli.” you told the older brother, she wouldn’t hesitate to kill him if she could, so he shouldn’t either.

“Oh my God, Warm told me he was looking for an investor for his prospection business, I didn’t get everything, I took him for an idiot but when I saw Morris, I told myself that if the Commodore was interested, it must have been serious...” Charlie went to sit behind the desk, looking in the drawers for objects of value.

“Did Morris leave a message for us?” asked Charlie.

“No... he traveled with Warm and that’s it.” She answered honestly.

“Oh really...” Charlie gave you and his brother a ‘I told you so’ look, you clenched your jaw, Morris turning is back on you wasn’t of good omen.

“Why did you want to kill us?” you asked her coming to stand next to Charlie, you stood close to him, you hip brushing against his shoulder, any notion of personal space was useless now, you felt Charlie, discreetly move his right arm, his hand coming to caress the back of your thigh, if he wasn’t doing business right now his hand would have went up to your ass, you actually found it quite exciting, to pretend like nothing was happening. With the other hand Charlie opened a music box that was in front of him, the nice lullaby contrasting with the whole situation

“I repeat, after, I start hitting.” threatened your lover.

“When I understood that Warm had something of value, I put my men after them, to bring it back to me…”

“You mean now there’s other guys after Warm?” cut off Eli with a hint of nervousness.

“Alright...very well Mayfield. You’re not gonna like what’s about to follow but that’s the price to pay when we meddle in our business...open your safe.” Ordered her Charlie mischievously.

“No... never.” you saw a sadistic smile form on Charlie’s lips, he truly had a problem with violence but for business you could accept it. So, he got up, his warm hand leaving your body to reach for his gun, he walked around the desk and directly pointed it at Mayfield’s temple, she jumped at the contact of the cold metal against her skin.

“Listen. Tell us how to open your safe or my partner here will blow your brain out with great pleasure.” you threatened her with a confident smile.

“Mayfield...” started Charlie, impatience growing inside him.

“You know...if you die right now, you won’t be just losing your fortune but also everything you’ve built here, your town, your men, your people...” you listed and it seemed to make her think, she was way too arrogant to let her small ounce of power crumble for a couple of objects of value.

“Alright, alright...the code is 7300956.” she finally said, Eli finally managed to open the safe, you smirked, it had been so easy to make her talk, you jumped as Charlie suddenly pulled the trigger.

“Was that really necessary?” you sighed, looking at her lifeless corpse.

“She could have sent other men after us, right Charlie?” replied Eli, his brother nodded as he went to look inside the safe; you nodded too they made sense; as your eyes saw what was inside the safe, you immediately forgot about the little annoyance you had, that Mayfield had gotten herself quite a treasure, with that you could live for several years without having to work!

“I’m gonna get our saddlebags.” you told them, quickly ruining to get this fortune out of the safe before the inhabitants came inside. With the two brothers, you did your best to share equally before heading to your horses.

“Y/N” called Charlie behind you as you were heading downstairs, you turned to listen to what he had to say, he held in his hand a silver necklace, with a small pendant made of diamond, a truly beautiful piece you had to admit.

“It would suit you.” he spoke with affection in his eyes, a small smile formed on your lips as you understood it was a gift from his own share, he put it in your hand and continued his way outside. Apparently public demonstration of affection wasn’t his thing but that, was a very romantic thing which you absolutely loved.

However, you were taken aback as you arrived outside to see the whole town looking at you and the brothers, they probably wanted to know what had happened.

“Find something to tell them.” Charlie said to you and his brother, why wasn’t he saying something?

“Well...something happened, hopefully you’ll be happy about it? And now...your turn to say something Eli” he looked at you, mouth agape, how dared you, you hid a smile, amused.

“Following a series of dramatic events... for which she bears full responsibility...Mayfield’s dead!” you couldn’t help but chuckle, he had struggled so much to find something better to say.

“No, no! Not like that! Don’t you have something positive to say?” added Charlie as he climbed on his horse.

“Well, please do Charlie!” you replied arching an eyebrow at him.

“My partners and I have good news; you can change the name of your shit town!” he joked. Before giving a quick to his horse, you did the same galloping, in case the people would react badly, from afar you heard music, well apparently, they were happy, at least you did something good today.

You rode until the morning lights, you struggled to stay awake, thankfully your horse followed those of the brothers, you didn’t know how they could stay awake especially Charlie after drinking so much. Once again you felt your eyelids getting heavy, you will close your eyes just for a few seconds, wouldn’t hurt anyone; you didn’t realize your horse slowing down to stop and eat grass. But Eli, felt like something was different he didn’t hear your horse behind; he turned his head to see.

“Hey Charlie...” he started keeping his voice down.

“What?”

“We should stop for a bit; I think she’s tired.”

“Who are talking ab-” your lover stopped talking when he looked in the same direction as his brother, your horse was happily eating grass, while you were fully laying on its neck, soundly sleeping. Charlie let out a soften smile.

“Alright, we have to bury our pay anyway, should be good close to those woods.” he indicated with his index the forest a few hundreds of meters away. Eli went to pick up the reins of your horse to let you sleep. Charlie looked at you tenderly as they got closer to the woods, you were so beautiful when you were asleep, he could see himself wake up next to you every morning.

“Seems like things got settled between the two of you…” insinuated the older brother with a knowing smile.

“Yeah.”

“And?” pushed Eli, he was curious to know what had happened.

“None of your business bro.” answered Charlie avoiding his brother’s gaze.

“Oh really, so you can ask me about the stole I have but I can’t ask you about the woman you’re lovesick about!” argued Eli, annoyed.

“I’m not lovesick.” Objected Charlie irritated, why was Eli so inquisitive right now?!

“Yes, you are. Since you came back from wherever you two where, you have that big goofy grin on your face” Charlie’s hand went up to touch his face, was he being so obvious?! He got down of his horse.

“I don't have a big goofy grin....” he muttered, taking a tool to start digging a hole to bury his share and answers Eli inquiring on Warm.

While Eli continued to bury his share, Charlie went to you, you were still sleeping on your horse, he rested his arm on the neck of the animal and tenderly looked at your sleepy face, he almost felt bad that he had to wake you up. He quickly verified that Eli wasn’t looking at him, then, gently his thumb went to caress your cheek, you must have been exhausted not to jump awake, or maybe you just trusted them now. You groggily opened your eyes at the touch, you directly met Charlie’s green orbs, he was looking at you tenderly, a small smile playing on his mouth.

“Feels nice.” you murmured your voice hoarse with sleep. Your lover chuckled silently before leaning forward to kiss your lips, how good it felt when he kissed you, you lifted your hand to caress his jaw, however when your tongue went to tease his lips, he broke away from you.

“Not here sweetheart.” he told you, throwing glances at his brother to be sure he didn’t catch him. Frankly you didn’t understand why he wanted to hide your relationship, maybe he feared teasing from Eli but the man was the kindest you had ever met.

“I’ll remember that.” you flirted, rubbing your eyes; he grinned in return.

“C’mon you have to bury your share; I dug a hole for you. Then, we’ll eat and rest for a bit.” He explained, resisting the urge to kiss you again.

“Alright” you straightened up and got off your horse, your balance wasn’t at its best, so Charlie briefly caught you, his hand lingering on your back, you were craving to be in his arms, and he was too.

“Here.” he said gently, handing you a plate full of stew, your fingers touched his, you made eye contact with him, you both froze for a few seconds, the time in”the barn had been way too short, if you could simply kiss him or cuddle with him you’d be happy but Charlie was still reticent to show his affection for you publicly.

As you ate, Charlie kept looking at you achingly, until he couldn’t help but take one of your loose strands of hair to put it behind your ear, you looked at him with a small blush on your cheeks, he gave you a shy smile, you had to admit that it was quite a unique sight, Charlie being shy. On his side Eli hid a knowing smile, he was happy to see his brother care about someone and be tender.

Eli was soundly snoring after eating; and you weren’t against a nap either. Charlie was simply laying down, maintaining his gun. Yeah, a nap with him would be even better, you smirked as you approached him. As you sat down next to him, he watched you curiously. Then, you sat on top of him straddling his legs with yours, he quickly checked that his brother was asleep before smirking, you leaned forward to kiss his lips, he let go of his gun, his hands coming to caress your butt, you deepened the kiss, tasting the tabaco of the cigarette he had recently smoked, you smiled as his tongue joined yours, how bad you wished to go farther, but Eli was there and you were exhausted; at least this could help you to wait for more intimacy, so you broke the kiss and rest your head in the crook of his neck, closing your eyes and sighting happily.

“What- hey I’m not your goddamn pillow!” whispered Charlie grumpily, you chuckled, he didn’t expect that.

“Not my fault if you’re warm and super comfortable...” you murmured, planting a kiss against his throat. He sighed in defeat, when you were asleep, his fingers went to trace circles on your back, it actually felt nice, to feel your heartbeat against his chest, and to have someone caring for him, even though he doubted you would protect him at any cost; maybe all of this was just an affair and when the job will be done, you will leave. He passed a hand on his eyes; he shouldn't think this way, and in any case, he had a good time with you.

Of course, when he saw Eli starting to wake up, he pushed you off of him as gently as he could and got up pretending to tend of his horse. You opened you’re eyes groggily.

“What in the-” you muttered; it took you a bit of time to understand that Charlie had again hid his relationship from Eli. You sighed; it had been barely a few hours and it was already pissing you off, it was just his brother, nothing bad.

As you rode again, Charlie was ahead, you saw Eli coming closer to you, he looked upset.

“Did you know about the formula of Warm and the torture?” he asked with hint of anger in his eyes.

“Yeah, that’s also why I was teamed up with you two, torturing a good guy like Warm isn’t my thing, I don’t mind to do it on other criminals but that...I couldn't, the Commodore knew you wouldn’t mind; well Charlie doesn’t apparently” you looked at Eli, he seemed even more upset now.

“Wait, you mean you didn’t know about this?” you exclaimed, confused; Eli nodded.

“Charlie told me that the Commodore ordered him not to tell me, asshole.”

“It doesn’t make sense...” you wondered, you started thinking, it’s true that Charlie was enjoying violence, too much, he was enjoying killing; the opposite of Eli who only did it when it was necessary; could it be linked to their troubled childhood?

“You think the Commodore is using Charlie’s...trauma for his own ends? Like manipulating your brother?” you asked him in a murmur, worry growing in your chest.

“Well no- wait, now that you’re saying this it would actually make sense...fuck! if I could put a bullet in that bastard´s face right now...” cursed the older brother, hate filling his eyes.

“We’re stuck in this whole thing now; we have to finish the job-”

“But I don’t want Charlie to do this” objected Eli, you sighed, you had to find a way to prevent this from happening.

“And I don’t either. Look, I don’t know the full story but it seems Charlie went through some tough shit and he’s rooted deep into violence but torturing people will only drive him crazy, we have to do everything we can to make Warm talk without having Charlie to torture him.” You said upset.

“We can find a solution and help Charlie.” You appreciated Eli’s optimistic side.

“I hope so...I might sound stupid but I don’t want to lose him...” you confessed, voicing for the first time your feelings for him.

“You don’t sound stupid; you know it’s the first time I see him care about someone else than himself…I’d love it if you became part of the family, I’m sure my mama will love you too” you chuckled, it was a bit early to talk about such thing as marriage but it’s was nice to hear that.

“Thanks Eli, you’re sweet.” You smiled sincerely, looking at him in the eyes.

“Eli! Don't you have your teacher waiting for you?” called Charlie from afar, looking at the two of you.

“What the hell are talking about Charlie?” you couldn’t help but laugh, was Charlie really being jealous right now? That’s when Eli understood.

“Can’t even talk with my business partner anymore, you idiot.” grumbled the older brother.

And Charlie for the first time started to feel jealous and possessive over you. And he wasn’t able to resist the urge to touch you much longer, he was sick of waiting to be out of sight of his brother, he was an impulsive man, he didn’t like when something or someone resisted to his will. You were so addictive; he had never felt this before, and maybe he feared to lose you to someone else even his brother.

When you stopped for the night. You were all sitting around the fire; he scooted closer to you, his shoulder brushing against yours; he gave his brother a look meaning ‘don’t you dare make a comment’, Charlie hated to show his vulnerability, he couldn't be vulnerable just like Eli, otherwise he would have never saved his mother from his dad. Eli shook his head in annoyance, Charlie was being so silly right now.

You were reading your book, and ignored Charlie’s presence, he was too proud or ashamed or whatever it was to show publicly that he was with you; and that upset you more than you imagined.

“Y/N?” he softly called your name; you sighed in frustration.

“What Charlie? Why do you keep interrupting my reading?” it came harsher than you meant it to be, a hint of hurt passed in his eyes.

“Wait, when did I interrupt you before?” you looked at Charlie raising an eyebrow, who was he kidding? But you saw he had a pure look of innocence confusion on his face, he had probably forgotten with the amount of alcohol he had that night.

“Anyway, what do you want?” you asked, not being able to resist him.

“Well I was wondering if you could read that book of yours out loud.” He admitted almost grumpily like he wanted to play bad boys, but he was just being cute.

“Oh yes please Y/N, it would be so nice!” added excitedly Eli.

“Well it’s asked so nicely” you replied sarcastically throwing a quick look at Charlie.

“Thank you” he mimicked his brother, you tried to hide your smile, he was an idiot but an adorable one. Making yourself comfortable against your saddle, crossing your legs, you cleared your throat and started from the beginning of the book.

“Call me Ishmael. Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world.”

You felt Charlie carefully crawling closer to you to finally lay his head on your lap, you briefly stopped reading surprised, but you quickly got back to reading, you wouldn’t want him to go away, even though he came on his own will, you could feel he was on the defensive. As for Eli, he was so happy to see his little brother in love, it gave him hope for their future.

After a bit, one of your hands left your book, so that you could run your fingers through his hair as you continued to read out loud; you particularly loved his hair, thick and soft, Charlie closed his eyes in appreciation, lulled by your voice.

After, Charlie got more comfortable with showing you affection in public and he liked how it showed that you were with him. Every night, when you were camping outside, when Eli had fell asleep, you would hear Charlie shift under his covers until he got up, bringing his bed against yours, then he would lie down next you; you could feel the warmth of his body, his calm breathing, each time for a few seconds he wouldn’t move as if he feared something bad would happen in return; then, gently he would slid his arm around your waist, bringing himself closer to you, his warm breath tickling your neck, sometimes without a word you would simply join your hand with his, entwinning your fingers, the both of you quickly falling asleep afterwards.

But most of the time you would turn to face him, looking at him the eyes, you could tell he still felt conflicted about how he cared for you. You never spoke to each other in those moments, the suffering in his eyes was more explicit than any word, you would exchange a few tired kisses, until Charlie would snuggle against your chest, holding you close.

The travel was long, you had to cross mountains and plains, riding from dawn to the night, without encountering any ounce of civilization. You were eager find it again, even a small village would be perfect, especially so far from Oregon City; you had heard so many stories about the new giant cities building on the West Coast, you wondered what it looked like, how the people were dressed, what did they do for fun? Would a woman with your lifestyle be more accepted?

Today you reached the ocean, how splendid it was, it wasn’t your first time seeing it, once for a job further in the north you had reached the ocean to stop some guys to take a boat and flee to Mexico. But it seemed it was the first time for the two brothers, they had stopped their horses on top of the dune, looking at this water as far as the eye could see, they had big happy smiles on their faces, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the sea air. When you reopened them, Charlie was staring at you, his eyes shining.

“Beautiful” he said, you smirked.

“Are you talking about me or the ocean?”

“Both, although I might have a favorite...” he flirted, winking at you, you shook your head in disbelief, he could be so sweet sometimes.

“Sweet talker” you chuckled, before starting to descend the dune on you horse, you rode for the whole day on the beach, enjoying the wind on your face and the sound of the waves; you even decided on camping on the beach for the night, and you couldn’t resist any longer, you were going to go for a swim, nothing better to relax your muscles after days of horse riding. The sunset was truly magnificent, it was the perfect time.

“Wanna come with me for a swim?” you asked the brothers as you got up, taking your hat and boots off.

“In there?!” exclaimed Charlie looking at you as if you were crazy, who knows what creature was under the surface...

“Eli could you turn for a minute please?” you asked the older brother who instantly turned slightly blushing. Charlie watched you as you took off all your clothes, you were fully naked now, his mouth was slightly agape, what a sweet sight it was, it reminded him of that time in the barn, he didn’t have such intimacy with you since then because of the presence of Eli; but now he felt desire rise into him, he couldn’t wait for it to happen again. You smirked at him as you headed into the waves, Eli finally turned catching a glimpse of your bottom as the water reached your hips.

“What a woman...” he marveled.

“Did I tell you that you could look?!” scolded Charlie with jealousy “What are you doing?” he exclaimed as Eli got up, starting to take of his clothes.

“I’m going in, it looks very nice”, he watched his brother getting naked too, he couldn’t believe it, his brother naked and you too, he couldn’t let that happen, you were his and his only.

“C’mon Charlie, the temperature is really nice!” you called him from afar as you were joined by Eli, he was doing little jump, how fun it was to float like this.

“Charlie, come! It’s like flying!” laughed Eli, excited like a kid.

“Goddammit!” he groaned, irritably taking his clothes off, the truth is that he was genuinely scared of going in, but he was too possessive to let you naked with Eli. You laughed as he joined you with a grumpy face, he relaxed a bit when he noticed how easy it was to float, Eli was right, it was fun.

“AAAAH SOMETHING TOUCHED ME!!!” you squealed clinging on Charlies back wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

“What!? Where!?” exclaimed Charlie looking around, securely grabbing your thighs, you pinched you lips together, trying not to laugh.

“She got you!” cackled Eli, understanding you had pranked his little brother; Charlie groaned in exasperation, you planted an apologetic kiss on his shoulder. Before he made you fall in the water laughing with Eli.

That day you really had fun, the three of you playing in the waves like children, laughing, forgetting about anything else, and you loved seeing Charlie smile, those genuine smiles of happiness were so rare compared to his sadistic ones. You hoped that it was helping him to realize that life by your side could bring him satisfaction. Eli was the first one to get out of the water, he wished he could have stayed more but he started to feel cold. You and Charlie stayed a bit more. Charlie was looking at you with a happy smile, and as if he wanted to tell you something but something refrained him from doing so.

“What is it?” you asked trying to get him to talk.

“Nothing. I’m just glad to be here” he answered briefly avoiding your gaze with shyness ‘with you’ he added in his mind, he didn’t know how good it felt to hear him say this, you had never heard a man say such thing to you since you started your new life, you caressed the back of his head.

“You make me happy too, Charlie” he swallowed down at your words before closing the gap between the two of you.

Each day that passed you were more in love with him, he had this vulnerability, this sweetness that you wanted to fully unveil. Sometimes you wondered if you were attracted to him because he was as broken as you, but if you could make each other happy, then it was a good thing.

When you both went back on the beach, you felt teasing. Eli had his back turned to give some intimacy. Charlie had put his pants back on and was looking for his shirt.

“Now, where’s my-” he stopped when he realized you were wearing it with a proud smile, how nice it was to see you wear his clothes.

“I need my shirt back sweetheart.” He spoke, trying to hide how pleased he was at this vision.

“Then come and get it” you teased, he smirked and slowly approached you, looking at you like a predator would on its prey and damn that was arousing. When he was close to you, he started to undo each button, pleasantly realizing you were fully shirtless under it, his fingers came to caress your nipples, how he craved to taste them, he chuckled capturing your lips once more as he took his shirt off of you.

“Hey, I'm still here you know.” muttered Eli embarrassed by the sounds of kissing behind his back. You broke the kiss, he was right, the poor man had to bear this.

“Sorry Eli” you giggled, looking for your own clothes.

The rest of the night went by in a good atmosphere, Eli and Charlie even singing bawdy songs around the campfire, and this time you were in Charlie’s arms, settled between his legs, your back resting against his chest, sharing a cigarette.

That night Charlie wanted more than just cuddles and kisses with you, you had spent your time teasing him today after all. And you wanted it, but Eli was still there, you didn’t want him to see or even hear. Then, you felt Charlie’s hand slide in your pants and underwear to settle between your legs, you felt goosebumps form on your skin, you wiggled your hips, you had missed his touch so much, you didn’t want to resist, you wanted to give him, and give yourself to Charlie once again.

“Don´t worry he´s asleep” he murmured against your ear, feeling your worry. You closed your eyes as he nibbled your earlobe, you will do your best to muffle your moans of pleasure and not awake Eli.

“Charlie…” you moaned, feeling his hard manhood against your butt, you both wished you had been alone, you will have to pleasure each other in another way in the meantime. You turned to face him, sliding your hand beneath his shirt to feel his warm skin, he needily exhaled under your touch before taking possession of your mouth; as his tongue caressed yours, his hand went you massage your breast, his fingers teasing your nipples, earning a few hushed moans from you.

Your hand traveled down his pants, taking his erection in your hand, he growled realizing how hungry for your touch he had been and even more as you started to slowly move up and down. His hand went back between your legs, teasingly caressing your folds, you nuzzled closer to Charlie, closing your eyes in delight.

Your movements became faster and faster, Charlie’s forehead against yours, mingling your rapid breathing, trying to conceal your moans of pleasure.

“Y/N…I’m gonna come…” panted Charlie against your lips, he increased his circling around your clitoris making you cry out in pleasure, forgetting how quiet you tried to be. You and your lover soon reached climax, muffling it each other’s mouth. Charlie kept you in his arms the whole night, often planting tender kisses on your face; sometimes he wondered if all this was just a dream, and if not, he hoped your presence by his side will never cease.

The next morning as you departed from the beach in the direction of San Francisco; you noticed that Eli was sleepy, his eyes closing and opening, constantly yawning on his horse, and his brother noticed it too.

“What’s wrong, had a bad sleep?” he asked, thinking Eli might have had nightmares again.

“How did you want me to sleep after the noises you two made last night…” he grumbled with irritation. You were blushing so much as you understood what he implied, gosh you felt so embarrassed that he had to witness that and for once Charlie felt a bit awkward too.

“You told me he was sleeping!” you kicked his calve with your foot, he chuckled at your embarrassment.

“Well he was! It´s not my fault if you’re the noisy type!” your mouth formed an ‘o’ you were outraged at his comment.

“Of course it´s your fault! you´re the one who made me go noisy!” you realized too late what you had said, now Charlie had big goofy grin on his face, and now Eli was laughing his ass off, you rolled your eyes and sped your horse to go ahead of the two brothers.

San Francisco

“Fuck me it’s Babylon here!” exclaimed Charlie in wonder as he looked at the giant city full of life in front of him.

“Amazing...” you breathed looking at the buildings and the lights, and there were so many people around you that you could lose yourself in a few seconds. Speaking of which, people had passed between you and the brothers; Charlie had realized that too and was now pushing past them to get back to you.

“Hey, wouldn’t want to lose you sweetheart” said Charlie, relief washing over his face as he reached to grab your hand so he wouldn’t be separated from you again.

“If we find Warm, no need to look for a quiet corner, there’s none.” Commented Eli in wonder.

“Who gives a fuck! We can kill anyone we want. Look at them, all busy doing something!” replied Charlie with excitement.

Then, you stopped in front of a grand building, chic people wearing costumes at the latest trend of Europe, so many lights inside, crystal chandeliers, what a place.

“An hotel?” you wondered, you had never seen such a big building and so well decorated.

“Let’s go.” Said Charlie not even bothering to hide his excitement; you had to admit it was very tempting, a once in a lifetime experience.

“Must be very expensive.” Commented Eli, this time you agreed with your lover, Eli should loosen up a bit.

“Exactly.” Replied his brother already marching towards the entrance.

“Let’s have a bit of fun Eli! And we all deserve some nice place like this after what we’ve been through!” you added excitedly, hurrying to catch up your lover.

“Here are the water-closet, the bathroom with warm running water and finally your bedroom gentlemen; miss, yours is right here in front of theirs.” The suite was so well decorated and all fancy, it was just like a house for a family, you had never seen such thing before! You squealed as you entered your bedroom, letting yourself fall on the mattress, smiling at how soft it was, you couldn’t wait to get yourself in those soft and warm sheets.

As Eli went directly to the bathroom to take a warm bath, all excited to try warm running water; you felt Charlie’s gaze on you, you lifted your head to realize he was leaning against the doorframe looking at you with a tender smile.

“I hope you don’t plan on staying in your room the whole night…” you flirted, he smirked in return, leaving his spot to join you on the bed, taking off his hat and coming on top of you, his fingers caressed your face, his thumb brushing over your lips.

“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.” He replied with a smirk before capturing your lips, you buried your fingers in his hair, closing your eyes, his touch was intoxicating, each time you yearned for more and feared that all of this was just a fling.

When the time for dinner came, you all dressed nicely for the fancy restaurant of the hotel. It was your first time wearing a dress in years, it felt strange, and you were nervous about Charlie’s reaction. You knew he was going to like it, but you feared he might want you to stick with this type of outfit. When you came out of your room both brothers stopped talking and looked at you with their mouth slightly open.

“What? I’m not the first woman you see wearing a dress.” You joked uneasy at the attention you were getting. Charlie snapped out of his trance and took your hand in his to kiss it in a very gentlemanlike way.

“You’re beautiful.” He added softly; you detailed his appearance and he looked dashing with his hair perfectly slicked back, his black and red outfit that highlighted his warm tan and green eyes.

“Thank you, Charlie. You are quite a sight yourself.” You replied looking at him in the eyes, he smirked pleased at your compliment. “Very elegant too Eli.” He smiled shyly, bowing his head at you. You took your lover’s arm as he escorted you at the dining hall.

“But don’t expect me to wear this every day.” You informed him, leaning closer to his ear. He chuckled in return.

“No matter how gorgeous you are looking at the moment, I enjoy you daily outfit too; nothing better than a pants and shirt to highlight your curves…” he smirked, throwing you a glance full of lust, you chuckled, relieved he liked you the way you were.

“A little comfort in a moment of uncertainty” sighed Charlie taking a drag of his cigar, you smiled, it was true, that this type of place was quite relaxing after weeks on horse and sleeping in the wild.

“You know, I was thinking about something…we could go back to Oregon city, and say we didn’t find them.” Suddenly said Eli, his tone careful.

“What do we say to the Commodore?” you asked genuinely curious, why did he wanted to drop the job all of a sudden? Because of the conversation you two had?

“The truth. Morris left with Warm, destination unknown. They can’t ask us to find them without any clues to guide us. And we don’t know if Mayfield’s men didn’t catch them already…” he explained, this time with more confidence.

“Alright. What are you getting at brother?” asked Charlie wanting his brother to go straight to the point.

“With what we got in Mayfield, the money we saved at home and the rest we have enough to dump the Commodore once and for all.” Clarified the older brother; he was right, maybe it would be best to stop here and have a life with your lover, at least it was your wish.

“Sounds feasible, we’ve got a lot.” You said, supporting Eli, who flashed you a quick thankful smile.

“Why would we do that?” asked Charlie clueless, his brother sighed, as for you, you could feel Charlie was already losing patience.

“Have you ever thought about quitting work?” added Eli, more straightforward this time.

“But to do what?” asked again your lover, stunned.

“Don’t know…we could open a store just the two of us, Y/N could also come with us…” suggested the older brother, hoping this idea might be interesting.

“What store?!” replied Charlie getting annoyed by the whole conversation.

“Listen, both of us, we’ve had a hard time, we’re still alive, still young and we even have love from two wonderful women, it’s a good way out!” clarified Eli, his tone getting desperate, he looked at you for support.

“A store. A way out. What the hell is this bullshit?” exclaimed Charlie, Eli truly felt hurt by the reaction of his little brother and lowered his eyes, he didn’t know what else to add. On your side, you looked at your lover with pity, he truly thought he was good at nothing but killing.

“At least we know you want out, so quit.” He added coldly.

“What does that mean? That if I stop you continue?” replied Eli who was also starting to be angry at his little brother.

“Of course, I continue, I’ll still have Y/N as my new partner.”

“Charlie, at least consider what your brother says…” you intervened gently, briefly touching his hand but now he was fully irritated and looked at you as if you had betrayed him.

“Alright then, Rex asked me for work, there also Sanchez.” He spoke with hurt in his eyes, he didn’t want to give up his life, the reputation he had built, his importance.

“C’mon Rex and Sanchez you can’t trust them, they won’t protect you.” Objected Eli trying to show him he only meant his well-being.

“Oh because you protect me?” reproached Charlie, you understood his words had a deeper meaning, it wasn’t all about the current job, something older, a deep wound that never healed and you were pretty sure it was linked to what happened with their father.

“That’s what you tell yourself, to stay the nice Eli…but we’re the Sisters brothers, you and me, the goddamn Sisters brothers.” Charlie’s words were cruel, reflecting how traumatized he was “Fine, you took your decision, fine by me and I can tell you that the Commodore will like it too.”

“Charlie…” you tried, his mean words towards Eli were unnecessary.

“Y/N stay outta this.” He cut you off, avoiding your gaze; he wished you supported him instead of his brother “So, we finish the job, and split up.” He concluded; his tone final.

“Why are you saying it like this?! And after we split up?”

“What do you want me to say? If I stay with the Commodore and you-you open your store…”

“What you mean is that we won’t see each other again…”

“Of course not, every time I’ll be in town, if I need somethin’ like a shirt or shorts…” he answered with arrogance, now you felt anger rise in your chest, Charlie was being a dumbass, not even trying to consider the possibility of changing of life.

“Why are you saying this with such meanness?! Those words, why are you taking the conversation to such a low level! Cause you’re drunk!?” this was too much for Charlie who slapped his brother right in the face, the people in the room gasping, outraged at the scene. Every eye in the room were looking at the three you, you could felt their disapproval and felt ashamed to be in the company of someone who couldn’t control his emotions, he needed to learn to behave like an respectable adult.

Eli left to his room, feeling humiliated. As for you, you were angry at Charlie, why did he have to behave in such puerile way!? So, you got out of the restaurant, you intended to give him a piece of your mind, it wasn’t going to be pretty, but he had to hear this. You found him by the entrance, pacing back and forth, angrily smoking his cigar.

“Why did you have to be such an asshole!?” you exploded, looking at him severely, you were done being nice and soothing with him, he had to understand how childish he had behaved.

“Oh, you too now?” he replied bitterly.

“Yes, Charlie I’ve never seen a grown man behave so immature!”

“Did you hear him!? I’m not my father! I’m not drunk! In fact, I didn’t drink since we fucked for the first time!” he confessed raising his voice, ignoring the people around hearing him. You were glad he had given up alcohol but that will be for another time.

“You know very well what I’m talking about Charlie! Eli had a good idea; we won’t be so good at this job for many years more! And we’ll end up killed if we don’t settle somewhere!” you spoke urgently, you wanted to save him from his dark mind, offer him peace.

“Oh what now? You want me to become a seller! ‘Good morning to you mam’ you should buy this soap it’s real fuckin’ good!’ Bullshit Y/N!” fumed Charlie with sarcasm, still being stubborn.

“Oh because you think killing and torturing will make you feel better?! That you’ll have bright future ahead? I thought you were the smart one, apparently I was mistaken” you snapped back, hitting him right in the feels. He clenched his jaw at your words, looking at the ground as you left him to go back to your bedroom.

Charlie wandered in the city for several hours, trying to gather is thoughts, trying to understand his brother’s words and yours. Finally, he arrived in front of a brothel, the girls were the prettiest he had ever seen; but for once he couldn’t go inside, it didn’t feel right, and he didn’t feel any desire for them, all he could think of was you, he didn’t want just any woman, he wanted you…he felt…upset that you were mad at him. In that moment he finally understood, he was in love with you.

He had to get back to you and ask for your forgiveness. He rushed back to the hotel and knocked at your door, he didn’t care if it was late in the night, he had to talk to you. You were not asleep, your fight with Charlie had upset you; suddenly you heard someone knocking at your door.

“Y/N please, let me in...” you heard Charlie’s voice. You pinched your lips together; you were not sure you wanted to answer him. The only way to build something solid with Charlie was to settle, otherwise one of you would get killed, but Charlie refused to see that, he needed to understand that he could be happy and that he could be good at something else than killing. He knocked again, his voice more upset this time, you couldn’t resist to his plead and went to open your door.

Relief washed over his face as he saw you, he stepped in, closing the door behind him. He nervously passed his tongue over his lips.

“Y/N forgive me, I should have listened.” He started, he swallowed down as if it took him all his strength to admit this; you didn’t answer, he was sincere but what bothered you even more was why he came back to you, if it was just for fucking or to be his comfort only when he asked for it, you didn’t want him back; no matter how much it would hurt you.

“Before one of us gets heartbroken, is it just about sex or are we having something more?” you suddenly asked, you needed to know, he seemed taken back by your question, he looked to the side, he was tense as if he feared the answer, yours and his.

“I…What Am I to you Y/N?” he asked you back, still not looking at you, his heart was racing. You wished he would have answered first but if it enabled you to finally know the truth, you will answer first.

“I care about you Charlie, it’s hard to say because it never happened to me before but I think I love you…” you felt like your heart would explode in your chest, waiting was killing you, Charlie finally looked at you in the eyes, he seemed moved, very moved by your confession “What about you Charlie?” you urged him.

“I’d like this to work, very much…I want to stay with you and take care of you.” he admitted with nervousness, he had tears in his eyes, as if it was taking all his will to admit this, all the pain he must have went through to end up like this, you thought. He hadn’t told you he loved you, but his words meant the same. You released a relieved smile, taking his face between your hands, closing the gap between the two of you, he wrapped his arms around you, burying his fingers in your hair.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” he asked you against your lips, you smiled, guiding him to the bed. Tonight, together, your bodies intertwined, you will finally be complete, naked and your feelings bare, for the first time truly loving each other.

The next morning”

“I’m starting to think we’ll never find Warm; this city is so damn huge” sighed your lover, taking another drag of his cigarette

“We should check concessions offices...” you muttered sleepily; your face half buried in your pillow, one arm resting on his belly.

“You can stay here a bit more sleepyhead, I’ll go first.” he replied softly, getting up. You yawned, struggling to not fall back asleep as you watched him get dressed.

“You should talk to Eli.” you added; he sighed as he put his hat on his head, then he approached the bed.

“Yes ma'am’” he answered leaning forward to place a loving kiss on your shoulder.

As he closed the door on his way out, you brought his pillow closer to your face so you could breathe in his scent. You were happy, Charlie wasn’t the perfect man but so were you, and you both found comfort in each other’s company.

When you were finally fully awake, you quickly dressed up to help your lover but as you came out of your room you bumped into Eli, he was on his way out too carrying his saddle bag.

“Eli, what are you doing?” you asked him surprised.

“I’m leavin’” he answered, his tone low and frustrated.

“You’re leaving? Eli, your brother did something really stupid last night, but he didn’t mean it…”

“Well he didn’t apologize to me, didn’t he?” he cut you off grumpily.

“Not yet but I’m sure he will before the end of the day.” You insinuated, thinking about the conversation you had with Charlie.

“You don’t know him as well as I do Y/N. He probably spent his night in a brothel, drinking and now he’s sobering up in a back alley” continued Eli, going downstairs, you followed him.

“Well...”

“Please Y/N I know you mean well but I can’t take his childish and arrogant behavior anymore” he cut you off tiredly, you lifted your hands in the air, he needed time to think, he will probably come back as quickly as he left.

You headed outside anyway, you had to find Charlie and help him. But as you walked in the streets you recognized your lovers voice, he had found Eli, and was probably trying to convince him to stay. You decided to stay at a distance, waiting for them to settle their argument; you scoffed at your lover, how he pretend not to remember anything, with time you had understood he always did this rather than face problems. Then, you arched an impressed eyebrow and grinned as Eli threw him a heavy punch in the face, making his little brother fall on the floor, he deserved it.

When Eli laughed, you decided to join them, it was time to leave this part of the city anyway. Charlie was still massaging his jaw, you approached him pretending you didn’t see anything and pressed a big kiss where he had been hit, he winced at first still in pain, but then your touch calmed him, reminding him of the night he had shared with you.

“What do we do now?” you asked them, putting you hat on your head.

“Apparently Charlie knows where they are.” Started Eli, tightening the saddle on his horse.

“Yep, you were right about the concession sweetheart; at the name of Morris, American river, Folsom Lake.” Charlie announced proudly, you grinned in return. As Eli got on his horse ready to depart, you came to stand a few inches from your lover, placing your lips upon his, he leaned into your touch, putting his hands on your hips to bring your body closer to him.

“You did good Charlie.” You assured him, looking at him in the eyes, you were glad he tried to behave, and listened to your advice. He smiled in return, slowly blinking to thank you, if he was rewarded this way each time he behaved, he will do it more often, he thought.

You left for the concession, it wasn’t too far from San Francisco and it shouldn’t be too complicated to find them. You rode for a full day, and had to spend the night in the forest, by tomorrow morning you will get to them. Charlie didn’t wait anymore for his brother to be asleep anymore to be by your side, you were snuggled against him, both of you asleep in each other’s arms.

You jumped awake at a sudden groan coming from Eli and before you could do anything else you were pulled away from Charlie, someone holding you from behind, you realized your lover didn’t move, you instantly feared he had been killed, you struggled trying to break free but a second man came in front of you, Morris. They had the advantage on you, chucking you on the floor, Warm put his knee on your back, blocking your arms while Morris tied your legs together, then your wrists and finally putting a gag on your mouth to prevent you screaming for help.

“Now, let’s kill them!” urged Morris making sure his gun was fully charged. You kept looking at Charlie ‘please be okay!’

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Prompt 2: Explosions

(Day 2 for @whumptober2019 - prompt: Explosions - this story wants to go its own way so those of you who have read the fanfic version will probably still see new things from here)

“Put the gun down,” Abraham Denner says in a low, quiet voice, almost soothing. This is the first time Daniel has ever seen Nathan’s ex, and he doesn’t look all that scary; muscle-y, sure, but his face is almost girlishly pretty and he has wavy white-blonde hair. It’s his eyes, though, that scare Daniel first

They’re not exactly blue, more like chips of colorless ice, and that strange reptile gaze is focused right on him.

“Fuck you,” Daniel spits at him, because he doesn’t get to take Nathan back. He doesn’t know a lot about what Nathan had lived through, only that he’d escaped this asshole once, and the motherfucker couldn’t take him if Daniel shot him, could he?

The thing was, he’d done all the training and gone to the range and everything, but he’s never had to shoot a real live person before. He hesitates, just a half-second too long.

Abraham Denner grabs the gun right out of his hand before he can pull the trigger.

Daniel has seen people pistol-whipped in movies a hundred times, action heroes who take it with a flinch or get a cut on their foreheads or who shake themselves off and get back up. Guys that make a quip, or a joke about it, or maybe they get a headache but it’s gone by the next scene, when it needs to be gone.

When it happens to him - when Abraham Denner pulls back his arm and simply slams Daniel’s own gun against the side of his head - it doesn’t feel anything like it looks in the movies. Instead, he throws his hands up defensively but it’s not enough, he moves too slow, and the crack of metal against his temple makes the world light up in a bright white explosion.

The explosion, the light, is first - the pain a heartbeat after it, like the burst of air after a building implodes, only the building is his brain and by the time Daniel hits the ground, Abraham already has his arm back to h it him again.

“You got a mouth on you,” The man that his friend (boyfriend? what were he and Nate to each other, anyway?) had run away from, had spent nearly a year fearing and buying new phones and only taking short-term jobs to avoid, that man is the one staring down at him now.

Daniel blinks, vision blurry, as Nathan’s fucked-up ex smiles.

“Don’t worry,” The man says, and something’s off about his tone, it’s sickly-sweet, not the way you speak to other people. There’s something wrong about it, but before Daniel can think it through there’s a boot in his ribs and something snaps. He huffs out a breath, trying to breathe but there’s pain and he can’t get enough air. He gasps and chokes on nothing at all. “You’re going to learn to control that mouth, sweetheart, soon enough.”

“A-Abraham, ss-s-sstop, stop it!” Nathan’s voice, and Daniel tries to move towards him, thinking no, don’t, why did you run after me, you should have stayed in your apartment, you’d be safe but Abraham hits him with the gun again and he collapses, boneless and wheezing against the pain in his side, onto the ground.

“Glad you came by,” Abraham says as Nathan runs up, and he stops - Nathan stops and just stands there, staring, staring at the red smeared across the metal in his hand. “I was going to shoot him, but since you like him so much… We’re going to take a little drive now, darling. I missed you. Did you miss me?”

Nathan’s eyes are fixed on the gun, and he swallows, hard, and slowly nods. “O-of course I m-m-mi… missed you,” He stammers, and Daniel thinks in a foggy sort of way about how Nate told him once he never stammered before he met Abe.

Daniel groans, rolling onto his back - or trying to, anyway, and he can taste blood in his mouth, coppery and salt-sweet and warm. There’s another blow, another bright white light, fireworks around him bursting in sparks and light and it hurts, it hurts so much.

“We’re going to renew our relationship,” Abraham says carefully, thoughtfully. “We’ve had a rough patch, Nate, but we’re going to fix that, aren’t we? We’ll fix it, we’ll smooth things out, but if you’re interested in skinny little twigs like this… well.” There’s a hand in his hair, suddenly, yanking hard to pull his head back and Daniel hisses at the pain of it, trying to spit out a curse but all that comes from his mouth is more blood.

Somewhere in the back of all the explosions and the pain he can hear Nathan begging, begging Abraham not to kill him, promising and swearing to go with him willingly this time, to stay forever.

He hears Abraham’s voice, sweet and loving, as he says, “Oh, it’s going to be forever anyway, dollface, but I think you could use some incentive not to stray again,” and then he hits him again and he’s not sure what they say after that, it’s all pain now, all pain and sparks in the darkness.

The explosions stop, but they are replaced by the feeling of cold arms that carry him like a child after a nightmare, his head resting in the crook of someone’s neck, the taste of blood in his mouth and the sound of Nathan’s voice, low and stammering, and the deep rumble of the voice of the man carrying him.

At some point he passes out, but he only knows that because he wakes up in the trunk of a moving car with his arms tied behind his back so hard his shoulders already ache, his ankles tied together, and he can hear some kind of muffled death metal blaring from the front part of the car. He tries to move, but every single shift hurts his ribs and makes him feel so nauseous he’s swallowing back bile, fighting not to throw up on himself.

Then the car hits a hard bump in the road and Daniel screams in pain at the explosions in his head, it hurts so much, and then the firework are gone and Daniel’s world goes black.

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[1/1] work for it

█ Title: work for it █ Summary: The whole world knows how much of a dickhead Sgt Jeon is, but Jimin had no idea the man can be utterly despicable AND unjust. So, Jimin decided that he’d work for it. He’d work to earn the furlough he deserved. █ Rating: NC17 █ Status: Completed █ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin █ Note: Hello! It’s me again, this time presenting a pwp (is this even considered as pwp? I’m not really certain). This was written on 30/01/17 and I finally took the initiative to finish the whole thing!! I’m quite happy on how it turned out 。.:☆*:･'(*⌒―⌒*))) I decided to finish it to celebrate the third year of Masterpiece (yeah the title was too long i figured i'll just,, cut it short) and as I am aware of the complaints from the readers, treat this one as the alternative ending you guys deserved!

Also for those of you who have no idea, this is based on my other fic HOWEVER, this is a stand-alone so you can proceed without reading the other fic! (the other fic technically have feelings and some drama involved, so if you're interested do check it out ◕‿◕)

⚠ Warning: This is 9.7k of pure filth. Read tags before proceeding! Anyways, I hope you guys will enjoy this one ♡ Read on AO3

It was no secret that Jimin had an eye on Sergeant Jeon. Being under Sergeant Jeon’s monitoring division was both a blessing and a curse – while the young sergeant was undeniably attractive, he also happened to be an asshole. Besides, it was difficult to do anything with Sergeant Jeon around because damn, that man was distracting.

His doe eyes always seemed to follow Jimin around with a penetrating gaze; his cute lips often verbally assaulted Jimin along with the other recruits yet Jimin could not help but to let his mind wander at the images of the sergeant being on top of him, muttering filthy words against Jimin’s neck with eyes filled with desire.

Sergeant Jeon had a nickname especially reserved for Jimin only and while the Jimin Before Training would have felt insulted at the name, the Jimin Right Now wanted nothing more than the sergeant to call him princess. Embarrassingly, Jimin sometimes deliberately screwed up, just so the sergeant would have his attention towards him and calling him princess in mockery.

Jimin was a fucking tease himself.

He was not being conceited or anything, but sometimes he caught the look Sergeant Jeon gave him and it was no doubt that young man with dark chocolate hair had an eye on him too. After nearly five months living in the center, Jimin found out that Sergeant Jeon loved running at night which resulted in him showering a little later than the others. Jimin learnt this fact when he decided to take a shower at some time around midnight after finishing his self-love session, and he was greeted by the sight of a half -naked Sergeant Jeon – with rock hard abs and muscular biceps and all – when he swung the door open.

Jimin was internally screaming, willing his eyes to look away from the perfection that was in a form of tall man with huge brown eyes and cute bunny teeth but instead, his eyes were glued to his perfectly sculpted sunkissed body.

Jungkook –the Sergeant’s name – cocked an eyebrow in confusion, his hands were drying his hair with a small red towel. Jimin swallowed uneasily, wiped his hands on his black shorts and placed his towel on the rack.

The other recruits would have bowed down to Jungkook and politely greeted him, but Jimin was not like the others. He was a professional brat who did not hesitate to show Jungkook that he was unwilling to be respectful towards the younger.

The bathroom was awfully silent, except for the ruffling sound Jungkook made and if you listen closely, you can hear Jimin’s cock screaming to be released from his pants. Everyone in the squad knew how their sergeant and Jimin did not get along. Jimin was such a pain in the ass, always refused to be told what to do while Jungkook absolutely loved ordering Jimin around, which only made Jimin more defiant. Out of the thirteen of them, Jimin was the one who got to be punished the most. Like that one time, when they lost soccer because of him, Jungkook had demanded Jimin to stay in Wonsan pokgyeok position for three straight hours. Jimin had difficulties standing after that, his neck felt so stiff he almost wanted to break it.

He was not sure why he even thought that it was a good idea to strip himself naked, placing his article of his clothings carelessly on the bench and covered his dick with the towel as he walked towards one of the stalls. Jimin had seen countless of guys naked before but this was Jeon Fucking Jungkook, the main reason why he had his hand down his pants that night and also the man who was taking him from behind in his fantasies. Imagining Sergeant Jeon’s body was one thing, but seeing his half-naked body with his two own eyes was a whole lot different level.

He purposely left his bar soap on top of his pile of clothes, just so he had the reason to turn around to see Jungkook’s reaction and boy was he glad that he thought of it. When he turned around, he caught the sergeant’s eyes staring at him — or more specifically, his ass.

Jimin had a nice ass, everyone told him so. It was a Fact, not just a compliment.

Jimin bit his lower lip, desisting himself from smiling and blinked at Sergeant Jeon. Jungkook whipped his head away from Jimin faster than usain bolt, cheeks slowly turning red. Jimin grabbed his soap, only for it to be dropped to the ground and Jimin swore that was not something he had planned. He found himself getting a little bit excited, probably more than he should, as he took the opportunity to bend down, wiggling his ass in process.

Jungkook’s breath hitched, cursing himself for not being able to look away. Silently, the sergeant cursed God for letting this happen. Jungkook ended up dressing himself in a rush, eyes down the whole time as he did not dare to look up to the soldier. Jungkook had only been promoted to second lieutenant and it was his first service of training a platoon; he was not going to let his libido fuck with his job.

Jimin almost snickered when he caught a glimpse of the usual demanding sergeant being timid, cheeks colored like peach in the sun. The tease took his time to get into the stall once he grabbed his soap, as if he was showing Jungkook the stuff the sergeant was missing out. It was only when he locked himself in the stall and turned on the faucet he let out a small giggle.

Sergeant Jeon, on the other hand, struggled to pull the hem of his white shirt downwards with the intention of hiding his semi as he walked out of the bathroom.

Jungkook always looked up to his father, who was a General. He never would have thought that he ended up working in the military until his father brought him to work. His father was assigned to look over a squad – their sergeant was away because of health issue – and Jungkook had been watching his father training the soldiers. He found it fascinating how everyone listened to his father, no matter how absurd his requests were. He liked the authority in his dad’s voice, how everyone would bow down and referred to him as “General”. Jungkook decided that he wanted that too.

He was probably around fifteen or sixteen, when he accidentally walked on a recruit giving a superior a head.

Ever since he expressed his interest in training, his father had often brought him to the center to let Jungkook observe. His father had asked him to fetch a box of grenade in the storage, as the man was planning to spend the day hand grenade training and he was more than happy to oblige. The storage room was a bit crowded; there were shelves and boxes everywhere. Some of them were unlabeled, and he had gone through the ones without label to check whether they contained the grenades.

Frustrated, he went to the back and instantly, his eyes lit up with exhilaration when they landed on crates filled with weapons.

While his friends would have to go to the arcade to play pretend they were holding a plastic gun, Jungkook realized that he did not have to pay a single cent to touch a Browning M1917A1. He played a few video games before – instantly, he recognized the M1917 revolver his character had used in one of the crates. His father had specifically warned him not to touch anything, but curiosity and excitement urged him to grab the pistol and feel the weight in his hands.

It was nothing like the fake one in the arcade, the one equipped with sensors because the real one he was touching made of metal and despite its small structure, it weighed heavier than it looked. He held the gun tightly, closed one eye to peek at the barrel and careful not to brush his finger against the trigger. It was only when he heard shuffling noises from the entrance that he abruptly put the revolver down in fear of getting caught.

He jolted in surprise when he heard the door was slammed harshly, followed by noises from a few shelves in front of him. His dad would have killed him if he was being tardy. Gulping, he abruptly grabbed the crate filled with grenades, hastily grabbed the nearest lid to cover the top and halted when he heard the grunts.

Bewildered, he placed down the crate slowly, careful not to make noises and tiptoed his way forward. His mind was filled with dangerous ideas of thieves trying to steal weapons and infiltrate the base. For some stupid reason, he thought it would be the perfect opportunity for him to spring into action and catch whoever it was – only to soon regret it when he saw a young man on his knees.

He furrowed his eyebrows, tip-toeing a bit to get a better view. He had to move a few boxes from the shelf in front of him to see what was really happening and up until now, he was not certain if he regretted it or not because when he did, he saw another man. It was someone he recognized as his father’s friend, with his pants dropped down on his knees and –

Oh.

His doe eyes widened in surprise at the sight. He should have ran, but somehow was frozen in place. Sir Hoon (who insisted Jungkook to call him ‘uncle’) had his back against the side of the shelf, his hand wrapped around the young man’s nape while the other was lifting the hem of his dark green uniform. Jungkook gulped, unable to take his eyes off from the way the man was bobbing his head, mouth full with Sir Hoon’s cock. Obscene noises were filling the room, but not loud enough to be heard from the outside.

Jungkook’s eyes followed the way saliva began dripping down to the young man’s chin, eyes trained to look up at Sir Hoon’s reaction. The older man panted, thrusting his hip forward, causing the younger guy to let out a choked sound.

It was only when Sir Hoon released his load in the recruit’s mouth that it dawned to Jungkook that he felt as if his pants shrunk a size. He had to suppress the groan from escaping his lips as the men were still there, just a few meters away from him.

The thought of fetching the hand grenades were long forgotten, even after the men walked out of the room, pretending nothing ever happened.

Needless to say, he was yelled in front of his father’s platoon for being unpunctual.

Jungkook came up with the conclusion that Jimin was either oblivious with whatever he was doing or that he was trying to make Jungkook get off his back. Park Jimin already left an impression on him, even before they met. He had read the squad member’s personal files, noting a few important facts here and there, trying to memorize their faces and names and out of all the thirteen members, it was hard to not remember Park Jimin.

He was a rich bastard, someone who was born with a silver spoon in their mouth. His mother went up to Jungkook a few days before to bribe him, but Jungkook refused. The woman with fur coat insisted for Jungkook to take the money and no matter how many times Jungkook rejected her, she was still being persistent.

The moment they were lined on the field, Jungkook already knew the idiot with pouty lips and expression that showed how much he hated being there was Park Jimin. He had been very difficult to handle. On the first day, he attempted to flirt with Jungkook, earning a few chuckles from the others and while Jungkook felt a little bit flattered; his face turned a dark shade of red. In an attempt to hide his embarrassment, he did the only thing he could think of.

“Give me a hundred jumping jacks, Park Jimin.”

“Wait what?”

“Sir,” Jungkook stated harshly with a pointed look. “You will be addressing me with sir. And I hate having to repeat myself. I’m giving you another hundred.”

This time, the others were cackling at Jimin and boy, that felt quite good.

Jimin frowned. “But I didn’t do anything wrong, sir,” the man emphasized the last word with mockery.

“I don’t like the tone of your voice either, princess. Make it three hundred.”

He did not plan for any of it to happen, but Park Jimin proved to be a hardheaded person just like his mother. He was the only one in the platoon that did not bow down to Jungkook and dared to have an intense staring showdown. It was frustrating and Jungkook’s libido agreed. Sometimes, his hand was not sufficient.

Which lead him to giving his squad members a furlough except Park Jimin because he had the power to do so.

Jimin, obviously, was not pleased.

After Jungkook announced it, Jimin was stunned. It was only when Jungkook walked out of the compartment Jimin finally reacted. He followed Jungkook, used his strength to spun Jungkook around towards him, nearly shoving the taller man against the wall. If it were not for his furrowed eyebrows and the twitching vein on his forehead that seemed like it was going to pop any second, Jungkook would have thought Jimin was going to give him the makeout of his life.

“What the fuck?!” Jimin yelled, his voice echoing throughout the hallway.

At the corner of Jungkook’s eye, he saw someone going out of the compartment. When the person saw the commotion, he slowly retreated back and soon enough, the sound of the door creaking was heard.

“Park Jim—”

“Listen, you fucking dickhead,” Jimin spat harshly, pressing a finger on Jungkook’s chest.

It was amazing (and such a turn on, honestly speaking) how Jimin sounded so pissed off and haughty. Jungkook only looked down on Jimin, trying to hide his amusement by scrunching his nose. He had thought of having Jimin suck him off at the bathroom or perhaps the storage room, but he would not mind getting Jimin off right now at the hallway.

There was just something attractive with the way Jimin was directing his anger towards Jungkook.

“I deserve to be given a furlough,” Jimin gritted his teeth. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re thinking, leaving me out just like that.”

Do you really wanna know what I think?

Jungkook chuckled humorlessly, swatting Jimin’s finger away from his chest. “I have my own reason.”

Jimin scoffed, crossing his arms with a growl. “Yeah? Is the reason because you’re a fucking asshole?”

“You’re not disciplined enough.” Jungkook shrugged nonchalantly with a sardonic smirk. It was partially true though. “And look at you, yelling and cussing at your own sergeant when you should be working hard to earn your furlough. In other words, you don’t deserve it.”

Jimin’s jaw dropped in disbelief. While it might be true, Jimin felt even more offended hearing it with his own ears. Disciplined or not, it was still cruel to give everyone except him a leave.

“Excuse me?” Jimin nearly shrieked, pointing a finger towards the younger. “I washed the boots, just as you ordered. I gathered the equipment and put them back in the storage room, just as you ordered – and this is what I get?”

Jungkook straightened his back, an amused smile formed on his lips. “What part of ‘you don’t deserve it’, you don’t understand? Go to sleep, Jimin. We’ll start tomorrow.”

Jungkook ignored Jimin’s shouts, strutted straight to his bedroom and let out a huge sigh of relief.

A small voice at the back of his head was trying to reason to him that it was going to be a bad idea, which was true, but the small voice was drowned by the scream of his own libido.

The good thing about having the whole compartment alone was that Jimin could grind against his mattress without getting caught. That, and also he could eat the chocolates his mother sent him alone. Jimin was still pissed at Jungkook for leaving him out and every time he saw Jungkook’s face, his brain decided to replay the heated one-sided argument they had inside Jimin’s head.

“You don’t deserve it.”

“Fuck you,” Jimin spat out to no one in particular and found himself giving Jungkook pointed looks when Jungkook had his back turned to Jimin.

And Jimin deserved it.

He solemnly believed it with all his heart and soul.

And he was going to earn it.

Damn right, he will.

He just had to find the perfect time and the perfect place.

If there was a word that could describe Jeon Jungkook, it would be cautious.

He loved having others depend on and look up to him. He loved the respect his squad members gave him, how they cower in fear whenever he turns his head towards him. In other words, he thought himself as someone reputable in the center – which was why he was determined to not get caught when he finally had the chance to have his dick sucked by someone of lower status than him.

Unlike the suggestive looks and lip bites that Jimin would send him when others were around, Park Jimin refused to meet his eyes. The older man was still mad, that was apparent from the way he rolled his eyes and snap at Jungkook.

While Jungkook would have expected Park Jimin to be on his knees for him now, it did not happen. Whenever they crossed paths in the hallway, Jimin would have pretended he did not see him. A few days ago, he would have eyefucked Jungkook from across the hall. And whenever Jungkook planned to spend a little time alone with him (with whatever reason his brain can offer), Jimin was always seen with recruits from other division.

And damn, Jungkook had never felt so frustrated in his whole life.

So, after three days of being without his recruits, Jungkook finally decided to have his dick touched no matter what.

When Jungkook barged into the compartment and demanded Jimin to go with him for training at fucking ten o’clock at night, Jimin almost jumped three feet in the air with his hand on his waistband. Back when his comrades were still here, Jungkook would have interrupted their so-called-bonding session and chose a few of them to go on a run at night.

Jimin deserved an award for being the Most Chosen Member to Run Late at Night.

The second runner up would be Lee Seokmin.

He thought it was unnecessary for Jungkook to give Jimin a night training session because hell, Jimin was the only one he had to keep an eye on in the morning, why the fuck would he need to make Jimin suffer at night too?

The only difference was that Jimin was riding in the Humvee tonight when he should be outside, running his ass off. But when he was halfway running, it began to rain.

And bingo, Jimin might have found the perfect time and perfect place.

The ride was silent, a little bit uncomfortable in Jimin’s opinion, but he had to think to make it work. Clearing his throat, he began, “May I know exactly why I’m not given a furlough?”

While the first time Jimin had roughly shoved Jungkook against the wall and yelled at his face, he attempted to ask nicely and see where it could go.

‘Not this again.’ “I already told you.”

“There isn’t any other reason?” Jimin asked sweetly.

‘There is.’ “No.”

“Will you give me a furlough if I earned it?”

‘Sure.’ “No.”

The wind was spraying raindrops on the screen and Jimin recognized the sign on the left side of the road that indicated they were not far from the center. Jimin already made up his mind; he wanted to earn the furlough no matter what happened and he did what he had to.

(He thought it would not work at first but fuck it.)

The Humvee was spacious; Jimin had to sit on the edge of the passenger seat to reach Jungkook. Taking a deep breath and turning his whole body to face Jungkook, he placed a hand on Jungkook’s thigh and lightly squeezed it and had to bite down his lip to refrain a giggle from escaping his lips when Jungkook straightened his back, tensed.

“Hey, hey. It’s just the two of us.”

Jungkook almost pressed so hard on the brake pedal when he heard Jimin whisper to him.

“Wh—”

Jimin moved to the back of Jungkook’s seat, knees on the floor mat as his hands softly caressing Jungkook’s chest and leaned down to whisper in Jungkook’s ear, “C’mon now, sir… you’ll give me a break, won’t you?”

It was only when he felt Jimin’s warm breath against his neck that he shuddered and pressed the brake, pulled up the emergency hand brake and exhaled a breath through his nose.

“Work for it,” Jungkook groaned.

“Mm,” Jimin hummed before lightly sucking on Jungkook’s earlobe, eliciting a soft grunt from the younger. He could smell the fruit scented shampoo Jungkook used, loved how he smelled sweet unlike how he presented himself.

The sergeant let out an inaudible sigh when Jimin pulled away.

“C’mere,” he heard Jimin coaxed from behind.

He knew he would get into trouble if they were found out – it was honestly suspicious to have a Humvee parked in the middle of the road but when Jungkook turned his head to the backseat to find Jimin already rubbing circles against his clothed crotch, Jungkook’s mind erased all the unwanted and possible scenarios of him getting fired because goddamn, Jimin was enticing. Too, too enticing.

Jimin saw a glint he had never seen in Jungkook’s eyes before and purposely let out a lewd moan to get a reaction from Jungkook. Jungkook’s breath hitched as he climbed to the back seat, the Humvee was not high enough to make him stand fully so he had to keep his knees on the ground.

The corner of Jimin’s mouth instantly quirked upwards the moment he caught Jungkook biting his lower lip.

Jimin straightened up, his hand grabbed Jungkook’s and pulled the man closer. “I’m gonna earn it,” he whispered, crescent eyes staring straight at Jungkook’s before he tilted his head and placed his lips on top of Jungkook’s. The sudden action caught Jungkook off guard, his eyes widened as he watched Jimin closing his eyes, lips puckering into the kiss and whatever curiosity Jungkook had towards his lips was now answered – yes, Jeon Jungkook, his lips were as soft as it looked.

Jungkook was not sure if he wanted to pull away or just stay awkwardly with Jimin’s lip on top of his and it was only when he felt Jimin’s warm tongue sliding against his lower lip that he decided that yeah, more kissing would not hurt anybody. The sergeant parted his lips, barely registering Jimin’s hand that was softly caressing the side of his neck when Jimin’s tongue slid against his.

His hand made its way underneath Jimin’s plain shirt to stroke his body and it was only then Jimin pulled away, a smirk on his lips.

“Nu uh,” Jimin grinned, placing a hand on top of Jungkook’s and removed it from his stomach. “Why don’t you take a seat, sir?”

Jungkook hated the teasing tone in Jimin’s voice, but his cock was twitching in his cargo pants, as if it was screaming for Jungkook to just get over it already and sit on the fucking chair. So he did, on the chair behind the passenger seat. Jimin, on the other hand, was secretly enjoying the control he had to make Jungkook listen to him.

He crawled towards Jungkook, placing a small peck on the younger’s neck as his hand lowered down the waistband of his pants.

“Wow,” Jimin gasped at the obvious bulge on Jungkook’s boxer, causing Jungkook to turn away with red spots on his cheeks. “Excited?” Jimin teased, before nosing on the bulge.

“Ya, don’t do that.”

Jimin giggled.

Jimin was going to be the death of him, Jungkook swore. He took his time getting into the real thing, licking Jungkook’s clothed semi and often grazing his teeth slightly while his hands kneaded Jungkook’s inner thighs, spreading them open. Jungkook refrained himself from making any noises that can bring him humiliation, and when Jimin realised this, he stopped.

“Oi, why—”

“How am I supposed to know I’m doing a good job if you’re keeping it in?”

“You’re absurd.”

“Come on, sir,” Jimin emphasized with a lilt.

“Shut up.”

Jimin rolled his eyes before lowering Jungkook’s boxer and grinned in amusement when Jungkook’s dick was full on display, red and curving wonderfully towards his stomach. Jungkook groaned in embarrassment when he caught sight of Jimin staring at it like it was the most beautiful art in the museum. Jungkook wanted to clamp his thighs shut, but Jimin had both hands on his inner thighs, preventing them from closing.

“Ah, you’re so excited.”

“Are you going to just keep talking or what?” Jungkook grunted impatiently.

“Relax, sir,” Jimin murmured, grabbing the base of Jungkook’s cock before pecking it. Jungkook swallowed, eyes locked on the way Jimin was planting soft kisses on the underside of his cock.

“Holy—” Jungkook gasped out when he felt Jimin’s fingers fondling his balls, sometimes squeezing lightly as his lips won’t leave his dick.

Jimin sucked on his tip then, looking up to watch Jungkook holding back his moans. Jimin bit back his giggle as he began moving his hand up and down on Jungkook’s erection, mouth lowering to engulf Jungkook’s balls, eliciting soft moans from Jungkook. Jimin smirked, sucking lightly on the sacs, running his tongue on the scrotum while thumbing the slit and used the oozing precome to stroke Jungkook easily. Jungkook’s hand flew to grip behind the chair tightly and had his other arm to cover his eyes.

Jimin pulled away then, leaving Jungkook breathless and chest heaving, cock still erect.

“Why did you—”

Jungkook wanted to touch himself, wanted a release but Jimin was right in front of him. Jimin only smirked, hastily climbing up to Jungkook’s lap and squirmed his ass on Jungkook’s thighs. Jimin let out a soft moan when his clothed cock accidentally brushed against Jungkook’s, hand gripping tight on Jungkook’s shoulder to steady himself.

“I’d let you fuck me but I don’t have lube with me,” Jimin murmured, giving Jungkook a lazy smile.

“I do.”

Jimin cocked an eyebrow in amusement, lips curving into a sardonic grin.

Jungkook cleared his throat as he thumbed Jimin’s slit, earning a shudder from Jimin. “In my room.”

“Mmhm,” Jimin hummed before licking his lips. “So we’re just gonna go back like this?”

Jungkook smirked, squeezing Jimin’s ass as he nipped on Jimin’s collarbone. “Nu uh.”

They managed to sneak into Jungkook’s office without looking suspicious, the both of them walked side by side while pretending as if Jungkook wanted to talk to Jimin about something Serious. But the moment the door was closed, Jungkook was pinned against the wall, both hands at the side of his head as Jimin attacked his lips with hunger. This time though, Jungkook readily opened his lips for Jimin to explore, tongues sliding against each other. Jimin was the one who pulled away, panting as strings of saliva dripped from his lips. Jungkook licked his lips, breathless from the sudden kiss.

“Get in,” Jungkook murmured, jerking his head towards the direction of his room.

Jimin stripped himself on his way there, leaving article of his clothing on the floor. Jungkook’s room was smaller than he imagined, with only a single bed situated in the middle of the room, a brown wardrobe that probably had countless amounts of plain white shirts and a bedtable with a lamp on top. Jimin plopped himself on the bed, legs spread open as he inserted two fingers inside his mouth, slowly sucking on his fingers when he heard Jungkook’s footsteps approaching the room.

Jungkook had a bottle in his hand, and Jimin thanked God that he was already naked and semi hard again. Jimin had sucked Jungkook off while the man was driving, and Jungkook had to stop the car at the gates when he came. They were fortunate that the security was off to the bathroom else they might get caught. With spit covered fingers, Jimin circled around the rim of his entrance, teasing himself before inserting a finger.

The sergeant gulped at the sight he was witnessing; Jimin’s tousled hair, sticking up everywhere as his half-lidded eyes that appeared darker were focused on him – only him, he reminded himself – while opening himself up. Jimin held the sergeant’s gaze the whole time he was fucking himself that it made Jungkook groan, gripping on the bottle tighter and cock aching as Jimin began thrusting his finger in and out of his hole, purposely letting out libidinous moans as if he was putting on a show.

“Shit, Jimin,” Jungkook hissed, forcefully pulling out Jimin’s fingers and received a whine as a respond. “Can’t fucking wait for me, can’t you?”

“Sorry, sir.” Although the way he batted his eyelashes and grin showed the exact opposite of feeling sorry.

He did not catch the mischievous glint in Jimin’s eyes and when he opened his mouth to speak, Jimin used the strength Jungkook did not know the smaller had to push Jungkook down and change their position, so now Jungkook was the one who had his back against the mattress and Jimin standing on his knees, looming over Jungkook.

Whatever Jungkook was about to say was lost somewhere, replaced by grunts when Jimin’s thigh brushed slightly against his semi. He did not realize Jimin had taken the lube from him, and when Jungkook opened his eyes, Jimin already had a finger inside of him, head thrown back with a soft groan. Jungkook slowly stroke himself, unable to tear his eyes away from the perfection that was Jimin.

Jungkook would have looked away when Jimin’s eyes were on him, a smirk evident on his lips but he found himself leaning closer, one hand on Jimin’s waist while placing a kiss on his tanned stomach, earning the softest sigh from the man standing in front of him. He had seen countless of men half-naked before, but none of them made his cock as hard as Jimin could. Jungkook began stroking his length then, which only made Jimin swatted his hand away and frowned.

“I’ll be doing all the work,” Jimin growled, pushing Jungkook back with his free hand. “Gotta earn it.”

Jungkook only chuckled, slapped a hand lightly on Jimin’s left cheek before squeezing his ass again. Jimin only moaned in response. Jungkook had to fight the urge to pin Jimin down, to enter him and fuck him to oblivion but the mere sight of Jimin stretching himself out made Jungkook wait and watched – Jimin was better than any of the porn he had seen. Grabbing the bottle beside them, Jungkook smeared a liberal amount on his fingers before inserting a digit inside of Jimin, causing Jimin to let out a gasp and looked down at him with a scandalized expression.

He thought Jimin would have protested again, but he began thrusting his finger inside and out at an incessant pace, felt how stretched Jimin was with three fingers inside of him and added another one. Jimin arched his back, lips hung open as he drowned in pleasure of his and Jungkook’s fingers fucking him.

Jungkook had to swallow at the sight, obscene noises bouncing around the room and it was only when Jimin panted, “Stop… stop!” that he slowed his fingers down and pulled out. Jimin panted heavily, one hand gripping on Jungkook’s shoulder as he hung his head down. From the way he was breathing rather heavily, cock twitching and thighs quivering, Jungkook knew he could not last long. While Jimin was regaining his breath, Jungkook took the time to coat himself with the lubricant, squeezing the hell out of the bottle.

Jimin shifted a little bit closer, sucking on Jungkook’s neck while aligning Jungkook’s dick to his entrance.

“I’m gonna ride you,” Jimin murmured against his skin. “Gonna ride you so good.”

“Yeah?”

“Uhuh… ah!” Jimin gasped when he managed to get the tip in. Jungkook groaned as Jimin began lowering himself, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Jungkook watched as Jimin’s hole greedily swallow his cock, his plump lips agape while both of his hands held onto Jungkook’s shoulders for support.

Jungkook swallowed, licking his bottom lips at the sight. He let his fingers curl around Jimin’s length, not jerking him off, just feeling the way it was hot in his hand, how it curved prettily against Jimin’s stomach. Jimin bit his lower lip, not moving just yet. He had always imagined Jungkook to be big, bigger than he was, and he was not wrong. As soon as Jungkook was fully inside of him, he took a second to breathe.

Jungkook sat up then, thumbing Jimin’s nipple as his other hand slightly squeezed Jimin’s thigh. It made Jimin shudder, eliciting a soft gasp. Jimin began to move slowly and steadily, with his teeth biting onto his lip. Jungkook smirk, somehow satisfaction surging through his veins when Jimin furrowed his brows, desperately yet patiently wanting to adjust to Jungkook’s size.

“Fuck…” Jimin gasped. “You’re so big, sir…”

Jungkook chuckled, finger brushing against Jimin’s lips. Jimin opened up his lips to lick Jungkook’s thumb and proceeded to suck it into his mouth, earning another chuckle from the sergeant. Jungkook replaced his thumb with his index and middle finger, which Jimin eagerly opened his mouth for. Jungkook took his fingers back to rub against Jimin’s areola, making Jimin slightly arch. He grinned before leaning in to circle his tongue around Jimin’s nipple.

“I told you I’m gonna earn it, Sarge,” Jimin panted with a sardonic grin before he pushed Jungkook’s chest, causing him to have his back against the mattress. “So why don’t you… ah… enjoy the ride?” toppling

Jimin began to move then, slowly rising up on his knees and back down again, one hand on Jungkook’s pecs to steady himself. The sergeant let out a groan when Jimin slammed down hard. Jungkook buck his hip up, earning a whimper from the man above him. Gradually, Jimin began to speed up, moaning. Jungkook let his gaze rake over Jimin’s body, shining with sweat, eyes hooded as he looked down at Jungkook.

Jungkook thought he could come like this, with Jimin holding his gaze so seductively and his cock bouncing against his stomach. He had slept with other recruits before, but none of them can ever match Jimin’s beauty. Jimin was the prettiest, always the prettiest. Jungkook fisted the mattress, feeling the heat pooling in his stomach for the second time that night. He let out a gasp when Jimin clenched around him.

“Fuck, fuck…” Jimin moaned, eyes closed as he moved at an incessant speed, the sound of skin slapping against skin only got louder and louder by the second.

Jimin was nearing his peak, Jungkook knew, because when he opened his eyes, his gaze was dark and unfocused, his movements began to stutter. Jungkook took the chance to sit up, pushing Jimin against the mattress, startling the hell out of Jimin. Jimin’s gaze finally focused on Jungkook, who was caging him with both his hands on Jimin’s side, sweat gleaming on his temple.

The sergeant looked so devilishly handsome that it made Jimin want to curse. “Wh—”

“You seem like you’re enjoying yourself,” Jungkook grinned.

Jimin’s breath hitched when he felt Jungkook spreading his legs wide open, slowly thrusting in and out of his entrance. Jimin threw his head back, exposing his slender neck for Jungkook to leave a mark.

“You’re so pretty,” Jungkook whispered against the crook of Jimin’s neck. “Do you know that?”

Jimin hummed in response, bringing his arms to wrap around Jungkook’s neck to bring the man closer. Jimin lightly graze his teeth against Jungkook’s earlobe before nipping it. Jungkook propped himself up on one elbow while the other found its way to hook itself around Jimin’s waist, lifting his hip up to change the angle. He began thrusting, earning a yelp from Jimin.

Jungkook fell into a rhythm, thrusting in and out of Jimin, fueled on Jimin’s words of encouragement for him to go faster. Jimin pitched out a cry with the next thrust, which was a little more erratically than before. Jungkook smirked against his skin, before licking his neck to taste the racing pulse beating just beneath his lips. He found it.

Jimin’s hip pushed forward to meet his thrusts, lips hung open. If he thought Jimin was prettier before he was wrong. Jimin looked the absolute prettiest like this, needy and flushed under him. He felt Jimin’s hands against his biceps, moaning Jungkook’s name as his back arched.

“Oh god, oh god…”

“You’re gonna come for me, princess? Yeah? You’re gonna come for me?”

“Close… close, I’m close…” Jimin whined, his hand beginning to fist his neglected cock.

Jungkook’s hips work faster, deeper, his grip on Jimin’s waist tightened that Jimin was sure it will leave a mark.

“Touch yourself, Jimin, come on now.”

Jimin whined, stroking his length, breaths coming out in sharp staccato ‘ah’s. The immense pleasure from being fucked and touching himself was overwhelming, threatening to send him over the edge. Jungkook let out a grunt, never missing a rhythm as he fucked into Jimin’s clenching heat, repeatedly hitting the right spot.

Jimin’s breath get caught in his throat when he came with a violent shake of his body, crying out Jungkook’s name.

“Fuck, fuck,” Jungkook groaned, thrusting erratically.

Jimin pulled him closer, whimpering and arms shaking. His eyes were glazing, body lurching with each frantic thrust. “St—” the words get caught in his throat, his back bowing and he cannot think of anything but Jungkook, Jungkook and Jungkook. His body was shaking violently now, weakly pushing Jungkook away. “— Stop, fuck, fuck.”

Jungkook hushed, sucking on his neck and Jimin was so fucking sensitive, tears were pooling in the corner of his eyes.

“God, god, Jungkook, please,” he begged, unable to take the pleasure from being pounded over and over again.

“Close, m’close, princess.”

Jungkook let out a grunt then, his body stilled for a moment and Jimin felt Jungkook filling him up. He let out a sob, overwhelmed by the fullness. Jungkook shuddered, before thrusting one last time, causing Jimin to jolt, and then he trembled into Jimin’s body. Jimin was still shaking – hands meekly pushing Jungkook away from him, sensitive when Jungkook made contact with his cock.

“Fuck,” Jungkook panted, bracing his forearms beside Jimin before pulling himself up, sitting on his haunches.

Slowly, Jungkook pulled out with a low grunt, earning a shaky mewl from Jimin, his body twitching vehemently. His chest was rising up and down, desperate to get air into his lungs as his body went limp.

Jungkook let out a soft chuckle. Jimin’s hole was pink and puffy, clenching involuntarily and overflowing with cum. Jungkook’s finger brushed against Jimin’s hole, causing Jimin to convulse, pushing Jungkook’s hand away.

He loved seeing Jimin like this, so sensitive and beautiful.

Jimin swallowed, one arm on his middle as he attempted to regulate his breathing.

“You all right?” Jungkook asked.

Jimin nodded, not trusting his voice to speak. Eventually, he said, “You’re fucking crazy.”

Jungkook shook his head with a small laughter. “And you’re sensitive.”

Jimin rolled his eyes before slowly sitting up, glaring at Jungkook. Jungkook’s sardonic grin only grew wider as he reached toward the drawer to take out a small box of tissue. Jimin felt an impulse to brush away Jungkook’s fringe and managed to hold himself back. “You called me pretty,” Jimin voiced out. “Is that why you keep me here?”

Jungkook’s cheeks coloured pink, eyes narrowing as he threw the box of tissue to Jimin. “No.”

Jimin raised a brow, not buying it.

“Do I earn it then? The furlough?” Jimin batted his lashes before wiping himself with the tissue.

“Huh.”

“Huh?”

“Let me think about it.”

Everyone in the whole damn world knew Jungkook was a hardheaded son of a bitch, but he did not expect him to be very difficult to crack. He was expecting to be given his leave the next day, but instead, he woke up to Jungkook blowing his whistle at ass o’clock, forcing him to wake up and run laps on the field.

Jungkook’s eyes were trained on him like a hawk, watching his every move, and he hated how the sergeant’s demeanor aroused him.

The training went on as usual, Jungkook acting normally as if Jimin was not riding him the night before and if Jimin were to be honest, it was quite frustrating. He had experience in one-night stands before, but none involved a superior and his furlough on the line. The sex was amazing, so there was no doubt that he should get his leave. Hell, he deserved two weeks just for giving Sergeant Jeon head in the Humvee!

Which was why, he decided to work even harder to earn it.

And that was how Jungkook found the recruit in his office, sitting on top of his desk with his leg crossed, ankle over knee.

Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose before slamming his door shut, sighing in exasperation.

“You know you’re not allowed in my office if I’m not inside. I made it clear on your first day, Park Jimin,” Jungkook grumbled, making his way to the cabinet to grab a file.

Jimin’s eyes followed Jungkook’s movement, his body turning around to face the Sergeant.

“I’ve been meaning to ask when’s my leave, sir.”

“I’ll tell you when I tell you. Now, scram,” Jungkook deadpanned, flipping through the papers inside the thin file.

Jimin only watched as Jungkook was scanning the content on the paper, eyebrows furrowing and his lips pressing into a straight line. Jungkook’s attention was focused on the file as he abruptly grabbed his chair to sit and grab a pen, not even bothering to kick Jimin out of his room. Jimin pouted as he swung his leg, wanting to grab the Sergeant’s attention.

Jungkook was reading the document line by line, trying to find any mistake as Lieutenant Choi had suspected, only for Jimin to suddenly get down from the table to forcefully turn the office chair towards him.

“What the—”

Jimin had both his hands on the armrests, caging Jungkook with a smirk.

“Are you gonna pretend that you never called me pretty, sir?” he asked innocently, batting his eyelashes as he lowered himself to be on the same eye-level as Jungkook.

“Jimin, this is not the time—”

“I’ll show you a great time,” Jimin winked before he went down on his knees, hands reaching for the waistband of Jungkook’s camo pants. Luckily for Jimin, Jungkook was wearing one with a zipper. Eager to put on a show, he pulled it down with his teeth, never breaking eye contact with Jungkook.

“Park, don’t—” but he could not get the whole sentence out of his mouth as he heard a knock on the door. His eyes widened at the sudden intrusion. Jimin was grinning by then, his hand massaging Jungkook’s clothed cock. Jungkook could feel himself growing hard, and there was no way he could have explained to whoever it was that it was not what it looked like. He groaned, wanting to pull Jimin up but Jimin only knelt and positioned himself under the desk, pulling Jungkook towards him, hands on both Jungkook’s thighs.

The person knocked again, requesting permission to enter.

Jungkook peeked at Jimin, sending him a glare but the latter only grinned even wider, pulling down Jungkook’s brief to run his fingers gently over Jungkook’s cock. Being this close to Jungkook, he could smell the faintest hints of sweet-scented soap Jungkook always used in the shower.

Jungkook lowly growled before clearing his throat. “Enter.”

It was Seokjin who entered his room, ditching his usual white coat, clad in a blue flannel shirt and his round glasses perched on his nose. He had a brown plastic bag in his hand, probably the source of the pleasant aroma that was now flooding the room.

Seokjin gave him a nod as a greeting, waving the bag slightly. “Sarge, I got you the donut you asked for.”

Jungkook prayed that Seokjin was not going to stay and chat, but the doctor ended up pulling the chair across of him and made himself comfortable before placing the bag in front of Jungkook.

Meanwhile, Jimin rolled his eyes as he listened to the conversation. They were forbidden from eating Real Food, yet the superiors were the one who sneaked in fucking donuts into the centre? What a load of bullshit. Jimin huffed, sending the warm breath tickling Jungkook’s semi-erect dick.

‘While this douche eats a donut, I’ll be having something else,’ Jimin thought bitterly, before giving the tip a suck.

Jungkook inhaled sharply as he cleared his throat.

“Thanks, Seokjin.”

“I got you the caramel one though, they ran out of cookies and cream. I hope that’s okay?”

Jimin began licking from the base to the tip, careful not to make any sounds as he performed the action repeatedly. He stopped to lick the slit, the pre-cum salty on his tongue, and wrapped his lips around the swollen head. He let his hand massaged Jungkook’s balls, while the other held onto Jungkook’s thighs, softly caressing it.

“Y-yeah, it is.”

Jungkook tried to keep his response short, in hopes that Seokjin would get the hint to fuck off, but knowing Kim Seokjin, he would want to chatter until the sun set.

“Anyway!” Seokjin began, eyes gleaming and lips grinning and Jungkook had to held back a groan because that was a sign that he was not leaving any time soon.

Jungkook gripped the armrest when he felt Jimin engulfing his cock. Jimin sunk down nearly to the base, breathing slow and steady out of his nose as he purposely clenched and unclenched his throat around the head of Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook cannot seem to focus on what Seokjin was saying, his head too wrapped up in the thought of getting caught by a colleague he respected.

Jimin began to bob his head up and down then, unbothered with the saliva and precum that were pooling on the base of Jungkook’s cock. Jimin used them to fondle Jungkook’s balls gently while he hollowed his cheek to suck the tip.

“— and the americano, oh my god!” Seokjin laughed, slapping his knee at something he said. Jungkook could not pay any attention, cannot afford to, not when Jimin was on his knees under his desk, tongue skilfully licking Jungkook’s cock.

Jungkook attempted to keep his breathing steady, purposely positioning himself to slightly buck his hip into Jimin’s mouth.

Jimin smirked, thankful that the sudden movement did not choke him.

“I-I’m…” Jungkook huffed, praying to God that he did not sound like he was panting. “I’d like to visit the b-bakery with you. One day, perhaps. I’m kinda busy now so…”

“Oh! Okay, no problem. Should I—?”

“Yes, yes, please,” Jungkook answered, aware that he sounded as if he was begging for Seokjin to leave.

Fortunately, Seokjin did not notice how desperate he sounded because the man only smiled, playfully saluting him as he stood up. Before closing the door, he beamed, “Enjoy the donut, Sarge! Savour every bite!”

Jungkook waved a hand, forcing himself to smile as his teeth sink into his lower lip. When the door was shut, he let out a groan, spreading his leg wider and leaning back to look at Jimin. Jimin’s eyelids were drooping, popping Jungkook’s dick to move to his balls, sucking the sacs and coating them with his saliva. Jungkook’s breath quickened, his hand now on Jimin’s head, threading into Jimin’s dark locks.

He could feel Jimin grinning against his balls, before he stuck his tongue out, trailing all the way up until he was back at the tip, now sucking on it. Jimin began stroking him, absolutely satisfied at the way Jungkook’s body tense when he swiped his tongue over the slit of his cock.

“Fuck, fuck,” Jungkook moaned, tightening his grip on the armrest and Jimin’s hair.

Jimin sardonically grin, his hand movement sped up. “Are you gonna come, sir? Are you gonna come on my face?”

“Close,” Jungkook grunted. “M’fucking close.”

Jungkook’s toes are curling inside his boots, lips parted, letting out mellifluous ‘ah’s, and Jimin thought he could not get anymore beautiful than this. His hips were now slightly lifted from the seat, rutting into Jimin’s hand.

“Am I good, sir? Are you gonna come for me?”

“G-gonna come for you, princess, gonna—”

It took Jimin two harsh strokes for Jungkook to come undone, hand on Jimin’s hair tightened painfully, crying out Jimin’s name as his thighs violently shook, painting his shirt and Jimin’s face white. Ecstasy rocketed through his veins, senses exploding and his mind was empty except for Jimin, Jimin, Jimin. Jungkook’s body twitched involuntarily when Jimin swirled his thumb around the hypersensitive head.

Jimin let out a laugh as Jungkook’s body twitched again, sensitive when Jimin’s thumb grazed against his tip.

“Fuck,” Jungkook panted, pulling Jimin’s hair, forcing Jimin to look up at him. “You’re gonna be the death of me, do you know that?”

Jimin licked his lips seductively, his hand finally stopped moving from milking Jungkook dry. He grinned when Jungkook’s thighs twitched. “Do I look pretty like this, Sarge?”

“Lock the fucking door,” Jungkook commanded. “Now.”

Sergeant Jeon returned the favor by demanding Jimin to lay on his chest against the desk, legs spread open on the floor. Jimin could not help but bit his lower lip as he felt fissures of anticipation crawling down his thighs, not quite expecting that Jungkook would have wanted to take care of him too. He felt Jungkook’s fingers pulling his pants down, not letting them drop the floor, but rather leaving them below the cleavage of his ass.

Jungkook knead the cheeks before lightly biting the left side, earning a soft gasp from Jimin.

“You’re hard already, aren’t you? Do you enjoy getting caught?” Jungkook growled before he spread Jimin’s cheeks with both hands.

“Maybe I do, sir,” Jimin replied, shaking his ass enticingly.

“Quiet,” Jungkook demanded. “Face forward, legs wider.”

Jimin obeyed as instructed, spreading his legs as wide as his pants let him. Jimin gasped again when he felt Jungkook’s warm hand wrapping his shaft, thumb swirling on the slit. He heard Jungkook chuckle when he began stroking his length.

“You’re fucking hard already. Does sucking me excite you, huh?”

Jimin opened his mouth to speak, to response, only for him to let out another gasp when he felt Jungkook’s tongue on his hole. Jungkook flicked his tongue upwards and downwards, keenly licking the pink rim while his hand went to work, gently moving them up and down. Jimin’s eyes screwed shut, letting his mouth hang open.

Jungkook hummed contently as he ate Jimin out, tilting his head slightly, tongue licking in further.

“Mmh.” Jimin whimpered, tongue sweeping against his lower lip as he pushed his ass back.

Jungkook’s tongue entered his hole, tracing it around the rim before lapping at Jimin’s wall as far as he could, saliva running down his chin. Blood was pumping in his ears as Jungkook’s grip became tighter, and he no longer could control the noises that left his lips.

Jimin whined when Jungkook leaned back, staring at the pucker which was now redder in colour, somehow making Jimin prettier than he already was.

“J-Jeon, don’t stop, don’t stop—”

“What’s that?” Jungkook teased, slowing down his hand movement that it made Jimin let out a sob. “Close, are we?”

Jimin helplessly nodded, his legs were starting to shake as he felt pleasure ran all over his body. He was moaning and whimpering, broken noises tumbling from his throat. He was close, so so close.

Jungkook’s hand sped up again as he planted a kiss on Jimin’s cheek, shifting his position so now he was on his right knee. He used his free hand to spread Jimin’s cheek again, licking his entrance before thrusting his tongue inside, sliding it inside and out and flicking left and right against the walls. Jungkook pulled back and thrust it in harder this time, causing Jimin’s legs to start shaking, the familiar heat he felt from his groin now threatening to spread all over his body.

With a high-pitched moan, Jimin came in Jungkook’s hand, ass pressing into Jungkook’s face as he released strings of white all over the floor. His legs were spasming, body jerking violently as Jungkook continued to stroke him, not showing any sign of slowing down. Jimin writhed, whimpering as his fingers scrabbling against Jungkook’s desk, begging for him to stop.

“J-Jungkook, stop, ah, stop—”

Jungkook continued licking Jimin’s hole through his orgasm, not stopping even when Jimin’s legs finally gave in, turning into jelly as he collapsed right onto the floor. He panted as he held onto the edge of the desk, body pliant, letting Jungkook maneuver him so he had his back rested against Jungkook’s chest. He let out a gasp, flinching when Jungkook teasingly stroke him.

“Nn—” he whimpered, wanting to protest but Jungkook only pumped his cock faster.

His legs were trembling rather terribly that his body slid down from Jungkook’s, barely registering how cold the floor was. He was now lying on Jungkook’s lap, hands weakly trying to pry Jungkook’s fingers away from his cock while his other hand tried to grasp into anything he can reach. “Fuck, fuck, Jungkook, I can’t, I c—” he sobbed, unable to stop himself from quivering when Jungkook stopped stroking and instead, stimulate the tip of his cock with his palm.

“Shh, look at me, look at me,” Jungkook hushed.

With teary eyes and drenched cheeks, Jimin meekly looked up to Jungkook. He had a gentle expression on his face, as if he wanted to hang all the stars for Jimin. “Just a bit more, you can do that for me, yeah?” Jungkook breathed before placing a gentle kiss on the back of Jimin’s head. Jimin wanted to believe him, but the sensation was too overwhelming.

“I’m gonna—”

“Don’t hold back, princess,” Jungkook murmured.

He let out a groan when he felt his release coming, letting his eyes screwed shut. The pleasure was too intense that Jimin’s mind went blank as his body jerked again, cock releasing a clear, watery liquid. He let out a mewl, body sagging.

“There ya go,” Jungkook said, giving Jimin’s cock another stroke.

“Don’t!” he threatened meekly, turning his head to glare at Jungkook.

Jungkook laughed as respond, the Tough and Douchey demeanor vanishing from his face. “You’re sensitive as fuck.”

“And you’re still as douchey as fuck,” Jimin countered with a pant.

Jungkook chortled, shaking his head.

“Clean the floor, Park. And get the hell out of my office.”

It was only after a few more trips to the Sergeant’s room that Jimin finally earned his furlough. But now that it was nearing to his leave, he almost felt as if he did not want to. Not when the sex was amazing, when Jungkook whispering compliments in his ear instead of insults. Jimin was only given a leave after his comrades arrived. Before leaving, he got a chance to welcome them back and he was elated to find Seokmin smuggling chocopies for him.

The day before he left, he knocked on Sergeant Jeon’s office and barged in even before he was given the permission to enter. Jungkook let out an exasperated sigh as soon as he saw it was Jimin who entered.

“Look, you’ve earned your leave already and I am behind work, thanks to you. I really need to finish this, Park.”

“Look,” he mocked, with an eyeroll as he crossed his arms, “I just wanna let you know that even though you’re a prick, you’re good at what you do.”

Jungkook’s brow quirked in response, his lips curling into a smirk as he leaned back against his chair. “Fucking you or organizing the equipment?”

Jimin’s face was scarlet with mingled embarrassment and irritation. “Both,” Jimin answered rather boldly, making Jungkook chuckle in respond.

“I know you guys actually smuggle in sweets and stuff, so I have no doubt you’ll have a laptop or PC somewhere, correct?”

Jungkook shrugged.

Jimin squinted his eyes. “I know you guys do, just admit it.”

“Okay, okay, fine. We do. So what?”

Jimin fished out a paper from his pocket before slamming it onto Jungkook’s desk, startling the Sergeant. “This is my skype username, just in case you’re fucking lonely at night. Don’t go fucking around others behind my back.”

Jimin wanted to run and never come back as soon as the words leave his lips, because he could not believe that he was not letting Jungkook being intimate with anyone other than him. It did not sound as terrible when he rehearsed it in his head, but now that he had let the words out, he wished he had the power to stop himself. Jungkook’s eyes widened a smidgen, surprised that Jimin was proposing for them to wank off to each other during a video call.

“What?”

“You heard me,” Jimin snapped, saving himself from the humiliation of repeating those words again. “I’m gonna go now. Good night, Sarge. Dream of me tonight,” he said before leaving the room.

Jungkook stared at the folded piece of paper on his desk, tempting him to open it. After pondering over it for a while, he finally grabbed the paper and unfold it.

Skype username: @pjm95

Spoiler: there will be toys

Oh boy. Jimin really was going to be the death of him.

#jikook #kookmin #jikook fanfic #kookmin fanfic #busanboysnet #kfk:oneshot

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Hands of Fate - 6

Summary: You have a secret. It’s a secret that you’ve been able to keep hidden from the world for years (with the help of one other person). But after a run-in with a group of HYDRA agents, you find yourself at the Avengers compound. And it’s proving harder and harder to keep your secret especially with one particularly observant supersoldier who doesn’t seem to trust you.

Word Count: 1076

Warnings: Some violence, angst (kind of), swearing

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader (Eventually)

A/n: Y'all there’s only 4 more parts left. tag list is closed only because there are so few parts left and i’ll probably post them pretty soon

Previous parts on my masterlist

You had no proof. That was your biggest problem, that and if he was his name would’ve been amongst the files that Natasha leaked a few years ago. But it made sense to you. You couldn’t explain why you felt so strongly about it but you did.

You wanted to tell someone but you didn’t know who to tell or how to tell them you knew.

So the next day when they were all talking about the accords you paced in the hallway. You couldn’t keep this to yourself and you had no way of contacting Fury, he was always the one to find you.

You heard the door open and close again and you turned to find Bucky standing there arms crossed.

“What is your problem?” He asked.

You could tell him, he seemed understanding and kinder yesterday when you told him about what you found in the accords. But his current stature was causing you to pause.

“Y/n, you are outside the room pacing like you have something you need to tell us, so tell someone,” he said.

“Never mind it’s nothing,” you said and walked away.

Bucky went back to looking like he didn’t trust you after that. Which on his behalf was a solid choice because you were acting real shifty since the day Ross came.

Months passed and everyone was still unsure about how to proceed with the accords. It was very evident that Ross was getting impatient but no one in the tower seemed to care.

Bucky, Steve, and Sam were all in the gym when you walked in. Steve and Sam were sparing and paused to greet you and Bucky, who was once again shirtless punching away at the bags, glared at you once he caught sight of you.

You almost turned around walked out when Sam stopped you.

“Y/n, Steve and I need you to settle a debate we’re having,” he said.

“If it’s who’s the most attractive I hate to break it to you but it Barton,” you said and they both looked shocked at your words.

“Excuse me?” Sam asked.

“Barton? I have permanent abs,” Steve joked but you shrugged.

“He’s got that serious dad vibe going on and it’s working for me. Shows that he’s reliable,” you smirked at the two men.

“I don’t even remember what our debate was,” Sam admitted.

“Barton?” Steve asked again.

“It was who would make the better spy,” Bucky chimed in.

“Oh yeah,” Sam said and looked to you, “Who would make the better spy Steve or me?”

“I can’t think with your shirts on you should take them off,” you said.

“You’re so funny,” Steve said blankly.

“Y/n this is no time for jokes, answer the question,” Sam said seriously.

“God, ok,” you shifted your weight to your left leg and stared at them. “Sam is less well known and could probably get away with being a spy for longer, but Steve has super-human abilities that could benefit him in getting away with things.”

“Are you saying it’s a tie?” Steve sighed.

“No, I’m just thinking out loud. Ok. There’s also the added bonus that Steve doesn’t really age -”

“I’m black,” Sam said, “I also don’t age.”

“Fair,” you nodded, “Ok I’ve made my choice.”

Just as you were about to tell them who you thought would make the better spy, the remixed ‘What are you doing in my swamp’ blasted throughout the compound and red lights started flashing.

It gave you a heart attack.

“What the fuck is happening?” Bucky said loud enough for everyone to hear.

You and Sam looked at each other.

“Oh fuck,” you said simultaneously and ran out of the gym.

Bucky and Steve followed after sharing a look. They caught up with you and Sam in no time.

“What happened? What’s that noise?” Bucky asked.

“Uhh,” Sam said.

“Sam thought it would be funny to change the alarm so when someone broke in the compound, which we didn’t think would happen, so now it’s playing ‘What are you doing in my swamp,” you said trying your best not to sound too winded.

“So we’re under attack?” Steve said.

“It would appear so,” Sam said not sounding like running and talking bothered him at all, asshole.

“Bucky take Y/n and keep her away from the action,” Steve ordered.

“What?” You asked at the same time Bucky said,

“Ok.”

Bucky grabbed your arm and lead you down a different hallway. You slowed to a walk and Bucky looked at you.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“I can’t run anymore,” you answered.

“Jesus,” he muttered.

The two of you walked down a dark hallway the alarm still sounding off. Bucky didn’t say anything and he didn’t need to. You stayed close to him. He kept looking back at you to make sure you were there.

You were so focused on Bucky and the sound of the alarm you didn’t notice the man that had come up behind you until he had one arm wrapped around your neck and the other hand held a gun to your head.

“Bucky,” you said and he turned around.

He held up his hands. He made eye contact with you briefly and he must’ve seen the fear in your eyes because he gave you a reassuring nod.

“Let her go,” he ordered looking at the man who held you.

The man didn’t acknowledge Bucky, he just tightened his grip on you.

“Let her go,” he ordered again.

The guy hummed in your ear and cocked the gun. You took a ragged breath. Bucky looked at you again, only this time the fear was evident in his eyes. That’s when you realized that if this guy pulled the trigger there was nothing he could do and he knew that. He wouldn’t be able to make it to you in time.

And you had about 5 seconds to decide if keeping your secret was worth your life. Fury was going to be pissed.

You took a deep breath and started to pull the air from his lungs. His grip loosened on your neck and you no longer felt the barrel of the gun on your temple. Bucky’s face twisted into confusion. You stepped out of the man’s grasp and turned to him. Once he was limp on the floor you stopped.

“What the hell was that?” Bucky asked from behind you.

Fury was going to be so incredibly pissed.

#Bucky Barnes x Reader #Bucky Barnes Fic #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky imagine #bucky barnes imagine

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daryls-dixon-antoni · 4 years

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Chapter 24.) Always Accountable

We've been driving in silence, I feel completely numb. I hear Sasha from over the radio say, "All right."

Daryl take a hand off the bike to press the button on the radio and ask, "That's 20?"

"It will be. We gotta put distance between us and them before the turnoff."

Abraham's voice pipes up, "So floor it."

"All right, try to keep up." Daryl responds, before telling me to hold on tight. I nod as Sasha speaks.

"Daryl, have you looked at this car?" She scoffs, "Believe me, we want to get back there, too."

I tighten my grip as we speed off, but then someone starts shooting at us, we crash, painfully, and Daryl rushes to get the bike back up, once he has it even, I jump back on behind him, and we speed off after the car that's now following Sasha and Abe whilst still getting firing at.

"Hold on!" Daryl yells, as cars begin following us.

I nod, tightening my grip as we turn around a corner, the dead surrounding us.

We get far enough ahead we are able to hide out in the woods and let our tail pass us by.

He drives us to a spot in the woods before stopping, the bike toppling over.

"You alright?" He mutters, I look at him to see blood falling down the side of his face.

"Bet I'm a right side better than you." He shakes his head. "Can we rest here a bit?" I ask, ignoring the dead man in a bike helmet growling next to us.

"We should move."

I nod, standing up and then helping him up, we each take a side of the bike and begin walking.

Once we can't go on anymore, we drop the bike and he gets on the radio, "Sasha? Abraham, are you there?" We're met with static.

I look at him, and notice blood pouring down his arm.

"Your bleeding," I mumble.

"So are you," is his response.

He takes his glove off and then his jacket, wincing as he does.

He then walks over to his bike, grabbing a green satchel before we both hear the branch break.

I help him hide his bike silently, and we both start quietly moving toward the sound, weapons up and at the ready.

We get to where two woman are, they stand up, arms in the air as one with long brown hair says, "You found us, okay? Here we are. We earned what we took."

I look around, only to see a blond man coming at us, and before I can even warn Daryl, he's bashed my head and everything goes dark.

I hear the distorted and slightly echoing voice of a man, "Probably just another soldier from one of the outposts. Probably hates him, too."

"You know how to use one? " a woman asks.

"Yeah. Never liked using them to hunt. We pick up Patty and we're gone, okay? This is the last day we gotta live like this."

I hear someone yelling, but can't quite make it out. It's a man. When I open my eyes and the world spins, I groan.

I then hear a gun click, and look over to see Daryl tied next to me and a very blurry blond guy kneeled in front of us, he has the gun pointed at me. "We're moving. Here's the deal. You don't say shit and I don't kill her."

"I ain't who you think," Daryl groans.

The hammer clicks in the gun and he places it on the side of my head. "Say something else. Go ahead." He pulls Daryl up and I attempt to get up as well, but the world starts to spin around me. "Woah," the blond guy says, irritably. "Steady up now."

I try to focus as he continues, "Follow them."

We walk through the woods, the blond man practically dragging me. I hear the brunette woman say, "Here, drink the rest." She's in the front of the group.

The short haired blonde woman replies, "We should save it."

"We'll find some more," the brunette contradicts. "Drink. You're supposed to stay hydrated. It all works together."

"Yeah, it does."

The brunette then offers the water to Daryl saying, "Have it."

Daryl stares at her, "Give it to her," he says, nodding his head towards me.

"We don't need you falling down. Take a drink. She can have the rest."

Daryl takes the water and drinks as the blond guy keeps talking, "They find us, maybe we give you to them, they let us call it even."

I get handed the water bottle and I drink the rest in one gulp, it's warm but refreshing as I realize I haven't had squat to drink in much too long.

"You see, we're reasonable people. Everybody's got their code. You feel you gotta kneel, that's fair enough. We don't. Let's go." Daryl and I look at one another.

"I can't believe we're back," The blonde woman says as we walk through the burnt up forest.

"It's not home anymore, but it's better than where we were." The brunette agrees.

"This is a pit stop. We pick up Patty, nothing more than that."

"How'd you do it?" The blond asks.

"You saw where we left the truck?" The man asks. "We opened the valve and drove all the way in from Farmview Road. Ran from the tree line till we got to the pavement. Lit up a matchbook from the Sweetwater and dropped it in on the trail. Then we just ran for the car. Got in and the dead ones were there. They were beating on the hood, and then and then boom! Knocked 'em on their asses and I took an axe to each one."

"Then we just watched it go up.

No more moans, no more of that wailing." The brunette adds. "It was just the fire, just burning them all away."

"You did all this?" Daryl asks.

"It was right at the start. Everything stopped the TV, the radio. We were here. The forest was full of them. And the other ones in town, they were drawn to it. They just walked right into the flames. We got most of them. Thought we ended it for us, and she was in DC. We thought everyone was fighting them wherever they were."

"Yeah," The blond agrees. "we thought that was what everybody was doing. Fighting it. That we'd all win together. We were stupid."

"Y'all don't think you're being stupid right now?" Daryl asks, stopping.

The blond clicks the hammer of his gun back into place, points the gun at me, "Are you saying I should kill you? I mean it, are you gonna try and pull something on us? Are we just being thick here by not removing all doubt? Right now, by me not pulling this trigger, is that a mistake? I'm serious.

I really wanna know. You made a choice to kill for someone else, to have them own you for a roof over your head and three squares, so maybe I'm not considering all aspects here. You tell me, am I being stupid?"

"No," Daryl says, glancing at me. "Look, we got somewhere to be. We can make a deal. We can help you out."

"You're one of them. You're hurt and you're alone and you'd say anything."

"Please," I beg. "We have no idea what you're talking about."

"We should've never trusted you people to begin with. Go on. Keep moving."

We keep walking, and tears start falling from my eyes.

Once we hit a fence we see the inside has the dead inside.

"Son of a bitch. Patty." The blond puts his hands on the top of his head in despair.

"She could be..." the brunette trails off.

"No, she's gone."

"Then we make another plan."

"Yeah, we get out of here, that's the plan."

"Then that's the plan."

"You guys didn't have to do this for me," The blond says.

"It was the right thing for all of us."

"This was the right thing? Even if just you guys went back now, if you just told them that it was me-"

"No, we'll find a way."

"Just think about it-"

"No."

"Look," The man says, "maybe we don't get as far, but we'll get-" the blond collapses, and Daryl nudges me, grabbing their sack and starts running, I try my hardest to keep up, but my head is throbbing and my world is spinning.

"Hey, stop!" We hear the gunfire after us, but we go until we can stop briefly, he bites off his binding around his hands, before quickly untying mine. I keep an eye behind us as he grabs his radio, "Sasha, Abraham, are you there?" We're met with static and I groan as one of the dead start approaching us, we just can't catch a break.

"Daryl," I warn as he looks through the sack, and just as the Dead gets his hands on me, Daryl has his crossbow out, and shoots the dead.

I sigh, and then look over to see an insulin bucket inside the sack, "Daryl..." I mumble, and he nods. "Damn it!" I grunt, kicking the tree next to me before falling over.

"Hey!" He says, rushing over to me. "You good?"

"I'll be fine, we need to decide what our move is. Are we the horrible people who steal insulin, or are we going to take it back?"

"They kidnapped us."

"And that blond girl is just a kid herself. That's probably why she collapsed in the first place. We should go back and help."

We make it back to where their sitting, "Drop the gun." The blond man stands up, pointing his gun at us. "Drop it!" He stops aiming it at us, "Give it to me." He hands over the gun.

"We came all this way. What you got for the duffel? You put us through too much shit just to give it back. Principle of the thing. What you got besides this gun?"

"Nothing," the man responds.

"What was that thing you were carving?"

He pulls out what appears to br a wooden soldier, "My grandfather taught me how-"

"Don't care. It'll do." Daryl says, taking the figurine. He then throws the duffle to the group, "Take it. It's all there.

Good luck. You're gonna need it."

We go to leave when we hear the trees start snapping, he pulls me into some of the heavier shrubbery, and we see a truck approaching.

A group of men get out of the truck, "Let's end this."

"It's ours," the brunette says, "We earned what we took."

The man who spoke from the truck says, "You're gonna return what you took. You're gonna pay for the gas it took to come out here and for all the time these men took out. It's over. You know the rules."

"Your rules are batshit!" The brunette yells.

"We're not going back, Wade. We're done kneeling!" The blond man agrees.

"Don't change the subject, asshole." He whistles and the truck drives forward.

I nudge Daryl, pointing to the men surrounding us. He gives me a look, and I nod my head pointedly toward the group that nabbed us.

He sighs, and we rush over to them, "Come on. Hey, that way. Come on."

We start running away from the men, yelling go as we go.

The blond man helps me run as Daryl helps the blond girl.

We stop behind some trees and Daryl offers the man his gun back, whispering, "Hey. Take it."

We hear the man over what sounds like a radio say, "Eyes open. You cover your quadrant. Go to alpha channel."

A man is approaching us as the blond girl whispers, "Love you, Sher. You didn't have to for me."

Daryl moves some of the tree in front of us, and I shoot him a glare, but then he points to the walker stuck on a rock, just as the man gets bitten, he yells, "Wade, I'm bit! Wade, I'm bit!" Another man approached him, and he begs, "Take it off me."

"Damn it."

"Do it! Just take it off!"

"I'll get your watch after." The man ties a belt around the bitten man and then with a machete cuts his arm off, which has the man screaming and then crying.

We hear over the radio, "All right, that's it. Time to go home. Cam got a boo-boo.

"Are you sure?" Another radio voice asks.

"Oh, yeah. He only wanted to take this so far. And he only wants ass that's willing, you know?"

The man who cut off the other man's arm helps him up, "Come on, Cam. Let's walk it off."

They leave, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

"We thought you were with them," the blond states.

"Yeah, we caught on to that much," I mutter, realizing my voice sounds hoarse.

"We knock you over the head, tie you up, threaten to kill you... Why the hell did you come back?"

"Maybe we're stupid, too."

I shake my head, "We sae the insulin, we couldn't just let her die..." I say, gesturing to the passed out blond sitting in the brunette's lap.

We're walking through the woods and Daryl asks, "So you knew 'em? Still you thought we was some of them?"

"Where we were- we were there since the beginning." The blond man explains. "We still didn't know everyone. Back when we first threw in with them, it was as good as a place as any. Then things got harder, people got harder. Human nature kicked in and it became a truly unique kind of shitshow."

"People will trade anything for safety, for knowing that they're safe." The brunette adds.

"Everything," the blond man agrees. "So they got nothing left except just existing."

"Hey, nobody's safe anymore. Can't promise people that anyhow."

"You could promise the people who want to hear it."

"Hang on." I mumble, before I stop, my stomach clenching tightly and I brace myself against a tree and begin violently vomiting.

"Anne!" I barely hear Daryl exclaim.

I put one arm up, trying to signal that I'm fine as I empty my already empty stomach, dry heaving mostly.

When I've finished my body collapses and just before I hit the forest ground, strong arms catch me.

I weakly look up into Daryl's beautiful blue eyes. "'M okay..." I slur.

"We should rest here."

I shake my head, trying to stand straight, "we got to keep going," I mumble just as I hear the man say.

"Hey, Tina, hold up."

When I focus my eyes I see the brunette and the man run after Tina.

"I got ya," Daryl says, letting me put most of my weight on him as we follow to a burnt down house.

"Carla and Delly," Tina whispers. "That's them."

"Me and Tina used to babysit them when they were kids," explains the brunette. "Everyone said that they went out north when it all started. We didn't know."

"I did this," the blond man states.

"We did this," corrects the brunette.

Tina picks some weeds and starts approaching the two bodies, but when she gets close enough, theres a growl and she screams, losing her balance and falling. Daryl wuickly loswers me to the gorund before rushing over to helo, but shed already been bit.

"I'm sorry!" The brunette cries as she runs over and holds her sisters head as Tina screams in pain, stopping to cough. "I'm so sorry, baby. We had to try. We had to try. We had to... I'm so sorry. I'm sorry."

Daryl and the blond are digging a grave for Tina as I sit slumped against a tree, sitting no longer stops the world from spinning and my vision is blurring out, no matter how hard I try to focus.

"Hey." Daryl says, breaking the silence. "How many walkers you killed?" The blond stares so Daryl pushes, "Just answer the question."

"A lot. A couple dozen at least."

"How many people you killed?"

"None."

"Why?"

"Why haven't I killed anybody? Because if I did, there'd be no going back. There'd be no going back to how things were."

"We're from a place," he gestures to me, "where people are still like they were more or less, better or worse."

The blond glances at the brunette before going back to digging.

We make it back to where we hid his bike, Daryl lower me to the ground before he starts uncovering his bike, "I can walk it from here. Till we meet up with my friends. They got a car. You can ride with them."

"How many friends you say there were?" The blond asks.

"He didn't say how many," I grunt, not completely on board with this turn of events.

Daryl glances at me before saying, "There's two of 'em."

"Where are they?" The man asks.

"We're gonna find out," Daryl explains.

"How do you know they even got away? That they didn't get taken?"

"I don't." He comes back to me, and puts my arm around his waist and then places me between him and the bike, and we start walking until we hear the click.

"Oh, damn it." He grunts, dropping his bike before quickly lowering me to the ground and faciny blondie who now has his gun aimed at Daryl.

"I'm sorry. Give her the crossbow."

"You gonna go back?" Daryl asks. "You gonna be safe?"

"Shut up."

"Ain't nowhere safe no more."

"Give her the crossbow."

"You gonna kneel?" Taunts Daryl.

He shoots next to me, and Daryl hands the woman the crossbow. The man then gives her the gun, keeping it aimed at Daryl as he gets on the bike starting it up. As the woman gets on she says, "Patch yourself up. We're sorry."

"You're gonna be." Daryl warns.

He bends down and helps me up and we start walking, stumbling threw the woods.

When we get back to where we had our first break he sets me down, and then moves some dirt around near where one of the dead lays with a helmet on and is burnt to the ground.

He then walks over and starts moving some trees to discover a large van type vehicle, I hear the muffled sounds of one of the dead until he kills him.

He helps me into the truck and off we go to try to find Sasha and Abraham.

We find them and leave for Alexandria once more. It's a tight squeeze in the truck, I'm basically laying on Abraham, and all the blood loss is definitely getting to me.

Daryl gets on the radio, "Rick, you copy? Anybody?"

There's a gargled and hard to hear voice responding so Daryl asks them to repeat themself.

"Help," the voice is not Rick's.

#the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon #season 6 #chapter 24

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theadorablespderman · 6 years

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To Glory

Description: The score at Laser tag is neck and neck. With Peter's quick reflexes, the boy's are sure to win. That is, until Michelle decides to play dirty.

Spideychelle

f/m

Oneshot

Notes: Hey guys, here’s a little gift for the fourth even though it has nothing to do with the 4th of July! But yeah here you go, this was a prompt request on Ao3. Prompt: Take me laser tagging then push me into a corner, shoot me, and run away.

Also thanks to my fantastic beta @you-guys--are-losers

This was so fun to write and I hope you guys like it too! I loved doing it and I’m always accepting prompt requests if anyone has any! Also look out for an announcement later today about a possible new story! Love you guys and enjoy!

Peter’s team was winning.

Crossfire of red and green lasers assaulted Peter’s vision. He rolled away from the steady neon glow of a wall he’d taken cover behind as soundless lasers scattered around him in a frenzy. He could feel the coiling madness of competition urging him forward.

Peter’s best friend was pinned down a few yards away, crouched behind a sickly green alien statue. Ned’s arm was crooked around the statue’s base. He was blindly firing his gun, so not to risk shots hitting his vest. Red lightning from the room flashed across Ned’s body. Peter looked up, acutely aware that he was exposed to the room, as saw two figures curled around a pulsing wall. One burst of the light momentarily illuminated one of the figures. Sleek black hair turned purple in the light. A face of pure determination. Cindy. Peter couldn’t make out her companion before the figure rolled away.

Light flared in Peter’s vision, rendering him blind as he sprinted behind cover. Kitschy toxic waste barrels bit into his back.

There was the acute feeling of static, electricity a current of warning under his skin. Peter flung his head around, catching a lithe figure attempting to sneak up on him. A surge of anxiety filled him. He barely dodged the laser to his chest. The artificial sound—like a phasor—as it issued from the gun urged Peter to fire his own. The red lights of the vest lit up, turning white before flashing three times. There, he saw the face of MJ before her vest went completely black to the room. “I swear to God I’m gonna get you back.” In the storm of lasers and the room’s flashing lights, Michelle’s silhouette was gone.

Peter guessed he deserved that. He’d killed her—including everyone else on her team—several times. The girls-versus-boys match was close, but Peter had to admit he was keeping them afloat.

Peter rolled closer to Ned--now merely a silhouette, as MJ had been--still pinned against the alien statue. Finding cover close to the wall, Peter managed to stay out of the black lights. His shoes were offending white sneakers he’d been stupid enough to wear today.

Ned’s vest flashed, three times white. Peter dropped to the floor. Red lasers scanned nearby. Ned was feet away.

The bored voice of the laser-tag official boomed over the speakers. “Red team takes the lead.” Every light in the room flashed bright red before dying back into the mixture of flashing rhythm they’d had before. Ned’s ‘death’ had put the girls barely ahead of the boys.

On the balcony above, there was a concussive pounding. Feet beating the metal grating. It could be Abe, Flash, or any member of the girl’s team. The pounding faded away. The blood in Peter’s ears was thrumming, they had to get back ahead.

Alert eyes, barely glinting with light, stared at Peter. Diving against an adjacent wall to the statue, Peter dodged another burst of laser-fire. Two quick shots out and Peter watched two vests flash white. One on the balcony, one of the ground level, right in the middle of the floor. From the frustrated growl, he assumed the latter had been MJ. Something akin to smugness swelled in his chest.

“Team Green takes the lead.” The lights blared green. Died away into chaos again.

“Leave me!” Ned cried. “I’ve got guns on me from all angles!” The point meter on Ned’s chest was low. Peter assumed he’d been stuck here for most of the game.

Snatching Ned’s vest, Peter pulled him close, imagining this was battle. The clunky laser guns in their hands morphed into rifles. The pinging and swishing sounds bouncing across the room turned to gun fire. The damp smell of a dingy arcade morphed into the balmy smell of sweat and tears. Peter unleashed his determination onto his friend. “I’m getting you out of here! No man left behind!” With a firm shake, and a spattering of more laser fire, Ned nodded.

“Stay behind me. I’ll get you out! Most of the girls congregated on the upper deck. If we can get—” Another set of fire. Peter fired around the statue, catching the flash of a vest in his sights. Three staccato flashes of white light. A curse on the balcony that sounded like Cindy. Peter and Ned’s corner was suddenly no longer assaulted by light. “Go!” Peter yelled. He rolled out across the worn black carpeting. Landing on his feet, he darted a safe distance to a plastic wall of slime, seemingly oozing from the balcony above.

A tremble forced its way through Peter’s bones, alerting his senses. Ducking, Peter barely evaded a laser headed straight for his heart. He called out to Ned, who in turn set a shaky few shots in the direction of a gun poking around a glowing pillar. It turned from blue to orange. No white light.

Ned, electing not to copy Peter’s somersault away from the alien, merely ducked and ran. They both ended up backing a large slime wall. Holes in the slime gave Peter a look at their attacker.

Glowing pink in the lights, her face turning then a vibrant blue, was Betty Brant. Her gun was at the ready, yet she wasn’t shooting. It looked like she was waiting. Lights burst on the balcony. Green and red beams clashed in the air. Someone shouted. It sounded like Flash.

Over the roaring sounds, there was Abe’s voice. It cracked in hast. Peter could tell he was running across the balcony. “It’s a trap!” His feet pounded overhead before instantly dying. “We need back up! I repeat we need back up!” His voice cracked again and then was silent.

“Shit.” Ned slapped his gun against his shoulder. The thunder above their heads intensified. Feet pounded the metal grating of the balcony. Shadows passed between the cracks in the floor.

“Red Team takes the lead.” The room pulsed again with taunting red light. Peter growled.

From above they could hear a shuffle. Someone’s gun knocked something metal, creating a resounding ping.

Swallowing the pulse in his throat, Peter peaked out of the gaps in the slime once more. There was Betty, hidden under a pillar, barely visible between to neon walls. The red of her vest flickered when she moved. She was hiding, and Peter didn’t know why. Something told him MJ was plotting something.

There was a familiar sizzle across Peter’s nerves. He bounced on his haunches, ready, scanning the room. Light continually swept across their eyes. He could barely get a good look at the room.

More pounding above. Flash screeched. “Mayday! Mayday!” Green lasers cut across the room. Peter caught just the shadow of white light over a wall. Lasers answered the call in a clap of red and green

“Green Team takes the lead.” Flares of green. Bursts of adrenaline.

More lasers overhead. Betty was still a hunched figure across the room, never moving to take place in the action on the second floor.

“It’s a bloodbath up there, they need help. Run up to the balcony, I’ll cover you and be right behind.” Peter pushed Ned before holding him back for one last message. “Betty is over there behind that pillar, try and stay out of her sights.” Peter pointed Betty’s way. Ned nodded, readying his gun.

With the release of Ned’s vest, the boy bolted across the room. He ducked here and there. Betty stood. The red lights on her vest a beacon for Peter’s laser. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

How many people were on the balcony? Why was Betty a lone figure on the ground level?

Betty cut around, aiming at Ned. He dodged the fire. Peter was about to let his laser fly when his instincts pulled him away. Blood thrashed painfully inside his head. Peter lurched behind a flashing neon wall. He barely dodged one, two, lasers that hit the spot he’d just been in. He shot blindly around the corner. A knife of shock pierced his head as he realized there was a second person on the ground level besides Betty.

Peter attempted to see if Ned was okay. He couldn’t tell from his skewed vantage point.

Close to the floor, Peter poked his gun, then head around the corner. He fired three determined pinpoints of green light at his attacker. She rolled behind a drum of toxic waste. There was a flash of hair, pulled into a ponytail. It was a mess of kinky curls. Peter’s lips tilted up. He aimed his gun at a flare of red light bursting from MJ’s vest. Peter could see her bare shoulder, the wolfish grin on her lips. His pulse squeezed tight in his throat.

Before he could pull the trigger, alarm bells whirred in his head. Abe screamed above, “No man’s land! We need a sandwich!”

Peter and the boys had come up with code names for certain situations when they went laser tagging. No man’s land meant everyone one was pinned down and needing a sandwich meant they needed a flank. They could win this. They just needed to flank the girls.

Ned was trapped by Betty. Peter could hear the synthetic sound effect of MJ’s gun. Could see her laser hitting the wall. The floor. The shots were threat more than an actual attempt to hit him.

Peter took a calculated risk.

He rolled behind the adjacent wall. Purple light from the it flooded his vision. Overhead, one, two, three lasers fired on the balcony. There was a cry. A grunt. Someone swore.

Every light flashed ominous red. Green. Back to Red. The score was fluctuating so fast the referee couldn’t keep up. He merely bumbled, “Uh, Red Team takes the lead.”

“One-minute left in game.” The lights sputtered, white, warning of the time.

Peter couldn’t let them win.

Pulsating with energy, the room went still. Peter was electrified. His body, vibrating with adrenaline, cut through the thick air.

He could vaguely smell popcorn from the arcade. The lights overhead swung around in giant loops, orange, blue, pink. The weight of the gun in his hand steadied him. Calmed his racing heart. They would not lose today, he would ensure it.

Across the room was Betty, gun tucked into her shoulder, a smug smile etched on her face in the spooky blue flash of the lights. She looked like a silenced killer. Her gun aimed right at Ned’s cover. She was ready for him to make one movement she could fire at.

Peter hit Betty, a long shot from across the room. Ned bolted from behind his cover, up the stairs and onto the balconies. Betty’s vest flashed. Her laser died just as she’d begun firing at Ned. Peter ducked behind another slime wall, not taking time to evaluate his surroundings.

The room flooded with green light. “Green Team takes the lead. Five minutes remain.”

Peeking out of a gap in the plastic slime, Peter watched Betty drop her gun. Her vest lights flickered back on. Her gun continued to dangle, even after she came back online. Peter could just see her vest, her arms, and the smile crawling across her face. Her eyes flicked over to him, made contact.

Peter’s spider sense blared inside his body. “Oh, shit…”

The smell of popcorn turned bitter, burnt. Peter scrambled to his feet, gun at the ready. He was kicked back against the plastic slime. His vision burst. There was the black floor, the cheap shutter of the slime against his back. A halo of light around a dark head.

“Oh, shit is right, Loser.” It was MJ. Her black tank top and pants virtually invisible to the arena. Her sharp eyes tormented him as they raked over his body. The tangles of her hair looked like a triumphant crown glittering in the neon lights. Her sly smile seized up Peter’s breathing. Pink light hit her face on one side, died. Blue light hit her cheeks from the other side. Peter was dazed, frozen by her kaleidoscope of colors.

In his stupor, MJ smacked his gun out of his hands. Her body pressed into his, pinning him. The wall groaned. It was a sound Peter matched as her lips crashed into his.

The world zoomed in, kicking the air out of Peter’s lungs before exploding back out again. MJ’s lips were dry against his but warm. He could feel her breath giving him life. Could feel the lightheaded thrill of her lips dragging and pressing against his.

Her fingers wound into his hair, yanking on the strands. Peter managed a sharp inhale, clasping his hands to her hips, dragging her closer to his own body. The arena was everything and nothing at the same time. He was acutely aware of lights flashing, voices yelling, but nothing could penetrate him now.

Her lips tasted like tea and honey, and something musty and arousing buried under all of that. He tasted them the same as he’d watched the lights reflect off her chocolate skin. She was a kaleidoscope created by God himself.

Fingers pressed on the back of Peter’s neck, dragging his lips impossibly closer to her own. She was everything, everything, everything. He squeezed her hips ever tighter, feeling the sharp bite of her bones beneath his palms. Her tongue ran across his bottom lip and they both gasped. Peter opened his mouth, eager as he began to wrap his arms around her slender waist.

She broke away, leaving him dazed.

She was a blurred epiphany as she faded away from him. Colors still played across the plains of her face. In her eyes light reflected back darker. Richer. And that stupid grin on her face. The grin Peter thought was because she’s just kissed the crap out of him, grew into a devious smile. Her lips were still swollen, and the tip of her nose was blotchy from the kiss.

Her gun rocketed up between them. She pulled the trigger. The lights on his vest flashed white, blinding him. “You’ve got to be kid—MJ!” He lunged for her. Oh, he was going to murder her, or kiss her. He didn’t know.

Red flooded the room, the referee’s voice cracked across the speakers. “Red Team takes the lead. Twenty seconds remain.”

MJ dodged him, propping her gun towards the ceiling. Another cryptic smile. “To glory, girls!” Her voice was so loud, so sudden that Peter jumped. The room erupted in shouts and calls. There was an explosion of laughter and cries on the balcony. A jumbled sound of guns firing, and red lasers cut across the top half of the room. Peter saw three separate bursts of white lights against the walls. He knew immediately that the boys had lost. That the girls had set them up.

He had no doubt that MJ was the mastermind behind everything.

“What the hell was all that, MJ?” Peter growled, letting the world crash back into him. The lights were nearly strobing now. A countdown from ten was blasting in the arena. Peter couldn’t seem to move his arms anymore, starting to wonder if MJ’s kiss had meant anything at all. She seemed so unaffected by it.

“Me winning, Loser. I told you I’d get you!”

He set his jaw, letting the truth crash over him.

That was, at least, until MJ came within a few inches of him, again, leaning her lips down just enough to brush against his own. His skin was burning from the inside out. The heat in his face was unbearable. “Of course, that doesn’t mean that I didn’t set this whole plan up just so I could kiss you.” Every word her lips formed around brushed against Peter’s. He made a move to fully kiss her again, feeling a writhing sense of frustration deep in his gut. God, he wanted to get her back.

MJ yanked her head away at the last minute. She was already bounding away from him, cackling. “Bye, Loser.” She called it over her shoulder, disappearing into the concoction of lights flashing erratically while the time ticked to a close. The horn blared, the game over.

“Red Team takes the game!” The speakers blared.

Peter couldn’t bring himself to care, his mind still frozen in the memory of the kiss.

Every light was frozen in the color they’d been when the time stopped. Peter could see MJ walking to the door through the patchwork of light. The rest of their friends followed her. “This isn’t over!” He shouted around the knot in his throat. Heat writhed deep inside him, watching MJ’s hips sway through the door.

“I certainly hope it’s not!” Her voice filtered back to him, the only promise he needed. A smile took over his face and he finally moved to exit with his friends.

To glory, indeed.

#spideychelle #spiderman #spiderman homecoming #spider-man: homecoming #spider-man #marvel #fanfiction #fandom #mcu #lasertag #prompt #requests #michelle jones #michelle/peter #peter parker #peter parker/ michelle jones #ned leeds

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carisi-dreams · 6 years

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anon asked: I’m so excited for new mc stuff!! I’m dying to know about how the issues with AB affect sonny and his fiancée!

this takes place right where this left off and we’re going to see a couple more storylines entangled. just a warning that this will get more violent in the near future, but I’ll put trigger warnings on those fills when we get to them

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“What makes you think that?” Sonny asked with a furrow between his brow. The way he saw it, ATF was just looking to make their presence known. They’d come sooner or later and he’d rather sooner so that he could figure out their angle.

“The timing. We meet up to discuss shutting down the ‘happy endings’ and they happen to come by? They were trying to catch us in something,” Nick stated. “More importantly, they knew that they could catch us in something. We’ve been careful about who we let come here and not even all of the customers know that there’s two sides of this operation. Has to be an inside job. That fed looked disappointed…too disappointed. We’ve got a rat, for sure.”

Sonny leaned against the bar and scrubbed his hands over his face roughly. The last thing they needed was even more trouble on top of things. A rat in one of the clubs could only end one of two ways: with that person dead or almost everyone in jail. He sighed and pushed himself back up, straightening as he thumbed at his phone. He frowned a little at the lack of messages when he saw the time, but looked back over at Nick.

“Fuck,” he said with feeling and Nick nodded grimly. “Last thing we need is someone feeding Noah information.” Nick tilted his head sharply and gave Sonny a considering look.

“You know that guy?” Nick asked as he leaned forward with a serious expression. Sonny shrugged and did something complicated with his hands to indicate that he kind of did.

“I…wasn’t so sure, at first. When he was born I was barely in pre-K. All my memories of back then are hazy. I vaguely remember Olivia coming to my dad for help. She was a teenager? Couldn’t have been more than fourteen. Think she’s ten, eleven years older than me? Hard to pin down. It was a whole…thing. Y’know, teenage pregnancy and all of that. When Noah was five, I wanna say, he went to go live with his dad, I think. I don’t know much. All I know is that one day Noah was there and the next he wasn’t and my dad told me not to ask any questions,” Sonny shrugged. “I didn’t. Olivia went away too, for a bit. Then came back all tech guru with this Amanda chick and that’s all I ever heard of it. The guy…he kinda looks like her, doesn’t he? And the way he mentioned the cameras and his mom. Has to be him.”

“Mierda,” Razor swore emphatically. “Last thing we need is some fed with a vendetta for his mom trying to take us down because we sometimes work together. Dios we have really stepped in it.”

“There was no way to know,” Sonny defended. “I haven’t even thought about him since I was a kid. I’ll call Olivia, see what she knows.” He looked down at his phone again and frowned.

“What’s wrong?” Nick asked, picking up on Sonny’s expression.

“I don’t…it may be nothing. Just, I texted my old lady nearly thirty minutes ago about dinner and she hasn’t responded. She said she was on the way to the grocery store. It’s been a weird day. I’m probably worrying for no reason.”

“Maybe she’s the rat,” Razor mumbled and Nick barely pushed him out of the way as Sonny jumped to his feet abruptly. His hand dipped into his cut for a gun that was currently locked away and he clenched his fist instead.

“Say that again,” Sonny threatened with a dangerous glint in his eye. Matty tensed behind him and Nick threw his hands up to try to defuse the situation.

“He’s not thinking clearly,” Nick defended before giving Razor a warning look. “We know it’s not your old lady.”

“Just saying,” Razor pressed and Sonny took a menacing step forward. “She’s not here right now. She was here a half hour ago and then the feds show up. Now she’s not answering her phone? Seems suspicious.”

“I swear to God if you say one more word I’ll jam half your teeth down your throat,” Sonny threatened with another step forward. “If anyone’s suspicious it’s your girl, Veronica. She’s the one talking to cops and uneasy about what you did to Kevin Green.” Razor pushed forward, but Nick caught him and pushed him back again.

“You take that back, you fucking—!” he yelled with his finger pointed in Sonny’s face. Sonny smirked meanly as Nick yelled over him.

“Enough! Enough! This is what they want. They want us fighting each other instead of figuring out what’s going on. We don’t have time for this! Razor, go walk it off,” Nick ordered as he shouldered the other man back again. “Walk it off!” he repeated as he jabbed a finger towards the door. Sonny’s phone buzzed on the bar and Sonny heaved a sigh of relief as he the number that lit up the screen.

“She just texted me,” he said in a relieved voice as he went back over to the bar and grabbed his phone. “There goes that theory!” he yelled over at Razor and when Razor flipped him off he rolled his eyes before pushing the front door open.

He thumbed open the message absently, grabbing for his forgotten drink from the bar before turning back to the screen in his hand. When he turned his attention back to the phone his grip on the glass loosened and it dropped to the floor, shattering glass everywhere. He didn’t even notice and all sound in the room cut out as his heart thudded loudly in his chest. On the screen was a picture of his fiancée, tied to a chair and with a wad of fabric stuffed in her mouth.

“What? What’s wrong? Sonny, what’s—oh, fuck,” Matty said as he shook Sonny’s shoulder before turning his gaze to the phone. Nick strode over to Sonny’s other side and when he saw the image he swore and immediately pushed his own phone to his ear to make a call.

“Razor, we need you back in here.”

He ended the call as abruptly as he had started it before gripping Sonny’s arm tightly and pushing him to the back security room. Matty followed at a fast pace, but Sonny couldn’t tear his eyes away from the phone. She was looking up at the person taking the phone defiantly, no fear in her eyes, but his eyes didn’t miss how one side of her face was slightly reddened. Nick pushed Sonny into a seat and gestured for Snake to move to the side of the room.

“Call Olivia,” Sonny barked at Matty, finally shaking himself out of his reverie. “We’ll need her to try to trace this. I can’t—it’s a warehouse of some sort. I don’t—we,” he paused to steel himself.

“Who do you think did this?” Nick asked lowly.

“I don’t know, but I’m going to kill whoever it is,” Sonny answered in a chilling tone. “Razor, you said she was here thirty minutes again?” Sonny aimed at him as he entered the back room.

“Who?” Razor asked with a confused expression. Matty was already murmuring on the phone to Olivia and Sonny caught the words ‘kidnapped’ and ‘triangulate’ before he tuned him out.

“My fucking fiancée!” Sonny spat as he thrust the phone in his face. Razor took in a deep breath and swore before nodding.

“She was here thirty minutes ago, came to talk to me about something,” Nick cut in with his gaze on the floor.

“About what?” Sonny asked harshly, his gaze turning to Nick.

“Wedding stuff. It’s not important right now. You said she was going to the grocery store?” Nick asked, changing the subject. “Snake, can you roll back the security footage. I know we can’t see much of the street, but maybe we can see what way she went.”

Snake sat back down the desk, tapping on a laptop and importing footage from one of the cameras. Just then Matty got off the phone and rejoined the conversation.

“Olivia is on her way over here. Why don’t Razor and I go try to find her car once Snake pulls up that footage. Have Chibs start gathering supplies back at the clubhouse and we can meet over there once we know more,” Matty suggested.

Sonny just nodded tightly and Matty and Nick exchanged a look before turning their attention to the computer to try to see what direction she had gone in. Sonny’s grip on the phone tightened and he concentrated on breathing steadily as he devised more and more creative ways of how he was going to kill the person responsible.

#mc!au #my writing #fill #mc!sonny #mc!nick #nick amaro #sonny carisi #au

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tessajayne18 · 5 years

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Wolf with Silver Eyes (Chapter 14)

Summary: Byun Baekhyun is an established detective in a world full of supernatural creatures. His life takes a turn when he transfers to a new town as one of the only humans in the town. Everything appears as normal as it can be until a mysterious group plagues the town. Will Baekhyun be able to solve this case or will a pseudo-deity put a stop to it?

“I’ve got news!”

“Give it to us straight, Yixing.”

“We got one match and that’s the black wolf named Lee Taeyong… but we have no match for Silver Eyes,” Yixing delivered the news to the detectives in the office.

“No match at all to Silver Eyes?” Baekhyun asked as he leaned back in his chair.

Yixing sat down on the edge of Jongdae’s desk and answered, “No identification, but we do know Silver Eyes’s blood type is AB.”

“That’s a start,” Jongdae commented. “Anything else you find?”

“That’s the only thing since there’s no match in our database for Silver Eyes’ DNA,” Yixing replied.

“At least we know their blood type,” Baekhyun said. “It’s better than coming up with nothing.”

“I’ll keep searching and if anything comes up you’ll be the first ones I tell,” Yixing replied and left the office.

“So,” Chanyeol started speaking as soon as Yixing was gone, “Where do we begin?”

“I think we start with Mr. Lee Taeyong and see if he knows anything,” Jongdae answered.

“It doesn’t seem likely he would know anything, he only attacked one innocent woman and Silver Eyes played the hero,” Baekhyun replied. “While he might know something, we should also question the victim again to see if there was any correlation between her and the two wolves.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Jongdae said as he noticed someone walking in the office. “What do you think, Anaise?”

Baekhyun turned around at the name and saw Anaise, in uniform, walking in and sitting at her temporary desk. “I’d give you an opinion if you enlighten me on what’s going on,” Anaise bluntly answered.

“Werewolf attack happened last night, two wolves and a victim, one wolf identified at Lee Taeyong, Silver Eyes has AB blood, and the victim might know something about the two wolves,” Baekhyun listed everything.

“Question everybody sounds like a logical starting point,” Anaise simply stated. “Do we know anything else about Silver Eyes?”

“I’m afraid that’s all we know, but the guys at forensics should tell us more when they find out,” Chanyeol answered Anaise’s question.

“At least that narrows it down, AB blood is a fairly rare blood type,” Anaise commented.

“Good, then you guys can start your searches,” Junmyeon walked into the office and gather everyone’s attention. “Jongdae, Chanyeol, you two go question Taeyong and see if we can find a motive for the attack. Baekhyun, Anaise, you two go question the victim and see if she knows the attacker. We can’t do much about Silver Eyes until we have more information, but be on the lookout.”

“Yes, sir!”

“That’s it for today! Get your rest for the start of the tournament later this afternoon!” Jaesuk told his team.

The team dispersed and Kami and Wendy stayed behind to pick up the dugouts. Wendy looked up Kami with a serious look. “So how was your walk last night?” she asked calmly.

“It was fine,” Kami blankly replied as she picked up some of the empty cups on the ground.

“Just fine?” Wendy pressed on.

“Must you ask several questions? You’re a vampire, not a sphinx,” Kami nervously chuckled.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Wendy simply replied.

“I do, but that doesn’t mean I’ll answer… at least not in public,” Kami said.

“People are going to know eventually,” Wendy calmly stated.

“I just don’t want everyone to look at me differently,” Kami released a sigh.

“Listen, Kami, I love you and all, but you need to quit worrying about that,” Wendy sternly replied. “Everyone who truly cares about you will not care about what you are.”

“I hope you’re right…” Kami sadly replied as she threw away the last of the trash.

“Do you want to do some good old fashion stress relief?” Wendy asked as she motioned toward the batting cage.

“You know me a little too well,” Kami chuckled, thankful for the change of subject.

The two walked over to the batting cages while casually chatting. Kami grabbed her bat and stood in the left-handed batter’s box and waited for Wendy to start tossing some softballs at her. Kami started hitting every single ball that was pitched to her. She hit with power and precision, being careful to not hit Wendy too hard. The two were so immersed in what they were doing, they failed to notice someone walk up to the cages.

“I’m surprised a woman like you can hit the ball so powerfully.”

Kami looked up for a brief moment before hitting the ball, with more power than before. “I don’t need your sass, Sehun. I’m surprised they let you go,” she replied.

“All Jongin and I have is community service because we were mainly following orders and we promised not to instigate an assault like that again,” Sehun replied. “You’re not gonna ask why I’m here?”

“Why should I?” Kami asked as she hit the ball with force.

“Because I know your little secret,” Sehun proudly answered.

Kami looked at Sehun carefully after hitting the last pitch. “How can I be sure you’re not bluffing in an attempt to get me to reveal my secret?” she asked as she stood from her batting stance.

“Do you really think a werewolf like me can’t figure out one of his own?” Sehun smirked as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“What do you want with her?” Wendy asked, clearly annoyed.

“I just want a confirmation on my suspicion… and maybe something else,” Sehun replied.

“While we’re in public, I cannot confirm or deny your suspicion,” Kami said. “Also, that something else won’t happen because I already have a boyfriend.”

“Lucky guy,” Sehun chuckled darkly. “He best be careful being around you… you don’t want him to get hurt.”

“What are you going on about?” Kami asked.

“If you don’t want you secret to slip, I suggest you tread lightly around the authorities… especially with the case on hand,” Sehun answered as Kami and Wendy left the cage.

Kami stepped up to Sehun and made sure Wendy was out of ear shot. “Listen, I know what I’m getting into and I can handle myself. I know what case they’re working on and I’m very careful about what I’m doing,” she told him in a low tone.

“I hope so, because I don’t want to see you get into trouble now that I know who you are,” Sehun replied.

Kami released a sigh as she walked away. Wendy gave Sehun a stern look before following her.

Anaise released a sigh as she walked through the streets late at night. Baekhyun, Jongdae, Chanyeol, Irene, and herself were patrolling different parts of town in hopes to find something related to Silver Eyes. With the five of them spread out through the city, they were hoping to find at least something.

She looked down every ally way, every corner of every building, and even in the middle of the streets. Nothing out of the ordinary thus far, but she was still keeping her eyes peeled any way she could.

“Seen anything yet?” Chanyeol’s voice came through the communicator.

“Nothing yet,” Baekhyun’s voice answered.

“Negative,” Irene voice shortly answered.

“The most I’ve seen is an old lady beating her grandson with her cane because he was being disrespectful,” Jongdae’s voice answered with detail.

“At least you’ve seen something interesting,” Anaise answered through her communicator.

“Just stay on the lookout, something is bound to happen,” Chanyeol’s voice said optimistically.

The communication stopped and Anaise looked around where she was. Nothing of interest was happening, so she kept walking. She turned the corner of a building to walk down another road. She saw a couple of women leaning on the side of the building. They didn’t look suspicious, so Anaise did not pay them any mind… until she walked by them.

“Would you look at that, tall, long hair, big tits… my kind of girl,” the girl in the black hooded jacket smirked.

Anaise released a sigh as she kept walking and ignored the comment.

“Don’t be shy. All you gotta do is talk to me,” the same girl said in a flirtatious manner.

“I may be your type, but you’re not mine. There’s nothing more to discuss here,” Anaise coldly replied as she tried walking away.

“Ouch,” the other girl chuckled.

The girl with the black jacket grabbed Anaise’s wrist to get her to stay. “Don’t be like that. You look like you could use a fun night, and I’m more than willing to give that to you,” the girl smirked.

“The answer I’m giving you is no,” Anaise replied as she shook off the girl’s grip. She turned to walk away but felt something cold against her temple.

“I don’t think you want to reject me,” the girl changed her tone as she held her gun to Anaise’s head.

Anaise stood still and kept her composure. “If you learn to take rejection well, you wouldn’t need to point a gun at me,” she calmly, yet snarkily, replied.

“I’d think twice about cracking jokes,” the girl snapped.

“That wasn’t a joke,” Anaise simply said.

“You are aware that she could just shoot you, right?” the other girl, who was wearing a dark blue long sleeved t-shirt, replied.

“You think I’m not aware?” Anaise asked the other girl. She felt the gun being adjusted closer to her head. She carefully raised her hands to show the girls she was not going to pull anything on them.

“I’ll give you one chance to change your mind. You’re lucky I like you a little bit,” the girl with the gun proposed.

“Whether a there’s a gun to my head or not, the answer is still no,” Anaise calmly replied.

“You would rather die than sleep with me? You don’t know what you’re missing,” the girl flipped the safety off the gun and placed her finger on the trigger.

Anaise released a sigh as she said, “You sure don’t make this easy.”

The girl was about to respond until Anaise swiftly knocked the gun out of the girl’s hand, twisted her arm behind her back, pinned her to the wall, and drew her own gun and held it to her head.

“If you weren’t so busy staring at my chest, you would’ve noticed the gun at my hip,” Anaise smoothly told the girl as she kept her pinned to the wall.

“Damn you,” the girl growled as the other girl ran away.

“I’ll let you go if you answer a question for me,” Anaise proposed.

“Depends on the question,” the girl replied.

“Have you seen a golden haired wolf with glowing silver eyes walk though these streets recently?” Anaise asked, hoping to get some answers.

“I’ve seen one last night, but not tonight,” the girl answered, struggling slightly under Anaise’s grip.

“Damn… thanks anyway,” Anaise sighed as she released the girl. “Get out of my sight and don’t cause any more trouble.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the girl replied as she sprouted her bat-like wings and flew away without picking up her gun.

Anaise released a sigh before she heard a familiar voice sneak up behind her.

“Looks like you handled that situation well.”

“I’m a big girl, but thanks for the compliment, Jongdae,” Anaise smirked as she looked at Jongdae.

“What exactly happened to make that situation escalate?” Jongdae asked as they started walking down the street.

Anaise shrugged while she replied, “Nothing like rejecting an offer to sex to warrant a gun getting held against your head.”

“Hot damn… and a chick nonetheless,” Jongdae chuckled.

“Would you believe me if I told you that’s not the first time this has happened?” Anaise chuckled as well.

“Girls hitting on you or a gun to your head?” Jongdae asked as they crossed the empty street.

“Yes.”

Jongdae stopped in his spot to process what that had meant. Anaise looked behind her to see Jongdae standing in the middle of the street. She chuckled to herself from the sight.

“You just gonna stand there and get run over?” Anaise asked as she smirked.

“No!” Jongdae whined as he jogged to where Anaise was.

“Are you sure? I’m sure plenty of people want to plow some pussy if they get the chance,” Anaise joked.

“Like someone wasn’t trying to plow yours?” Jongdae joked back.

Anaise couldn’t find the words to say, so she ended up laughing out loud. Hearing her laughter made Jongdae want to laugh along with her. After a few moments of laughter, they parted ways to get back to patrolling. Jongdae left towards the north, and Anaise left towards the south.

Ten minutes later, Anaise walked by the softball fields. The field was lit up under the bright stadium lights while the teams played the game. She noticed Kami was on one of the teams playing. She noticed Kami getting up to the plate and swinging the bat left handed. After she watched Kami’s at bat and noticed something strange. She noticed how quick her reflexes were and how fast she was. She walked away after a few moments and continued patrolling the area.

Several hours pass by and no sign of Silver Eyes. Anaise walked back towards the softball fields and noticed the lights were turned off. “Must be the end of the games,” she said to herself as she kept walking.

Five minutes later, a scream echoes from the nearby park. Anaise perks up and immediately calls for backup. Once that was done, she ran towards the sounds of the screams. She arrived at the park a few minutes later only to find a woman sitting on the ground in fear, and a man that as clearly been attacked.

She carefully walked up toward the woman and kneeled down to eye level. “Are you hurt?” she calmly asked.

“My arm hurts a little bit from when he grabbed me,” the woman answered as she held out her arm to show the red marks.

Anaise nodded as she looked at her arm carefully. “Medics will be here shortly to look at your arm to make sure nothing is broken. Can you tell me what happened?”

“I was just walking through the park when that man tried to rob me. He only grabbed my arm before a golden wolf started attacking him,” the woman answered.

Anaise looked over at the man and noticed the various scratch marks and one huge gash covering his chest from the right shoulder to the left hip. The police arrived along with Baekhyun.

“Everything alright?” he asked Anaise.

“For now. Silver Eyes got to the poor soul over there,” Anaise answered.

“Damn… they did a number on him,” Baekhyun commented.

Anaise took a deep breath as she stood up and looked Baekhyun in the eyes. “Something’s been on my mind lately…” she cautiously said.

“What is it?” Baekhyun asked, facial expression turning soft.

“I think Kami is a werewolf.”

A/N: Holidays, artist’s block, and werewolves... oh my!

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