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homesoutofhuman · 6 years

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Your sinner, in secret pt 2

Warnings (for all parts): sex, daddykink, swearing, boss taking advantage of an employee, age-gap, d/s dynamic.Honestly though this part is relatively tame I think.

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His resolve lasts until he sees you again, sitting at your desk wearing headphones and humming along with a song while you shred more documents. John moves nearer, noting the buttons of your cream blouse are undone, showing more of your skin than you probably intended. He breathes deeply through his nose, trying to stay calm as you lean over to grab an errant piece of paper, giving him a grandstand view of your cleavage.

You do not hear him approach of course, as if you did you’d never be singing. After yesterday’s encounter with him you’d felt strangely energised, doing yoga after work and carefully picking out your outfit ready for the next day. The devil whispered in your ear as you dressed in the morning, making you leave a few too many buttons undone to give your boss a good view of what you’ve got to offer.

And you would offer it up him freely. Despite his outward appearance of sullen grumpiness you find yourself drawn to him. His assertive ways are attractive, you even respect him for pulling the file trick on you, even if you did lose a few years of your life while it was in progress. It had all been worth it to see the look on his face when you’d called him ‘Sir’, deliberately coquettish. You knew you were dreaming, there was no way in hell you could get under the skin of such a mature, self-assured and successful man, but it was fun to imagine little ways you could try.

John creeps up to you lifts one of the headphones away from your ear, talking close so you can hear.

“Good morning Y/N”

You let out a little scream, making him chuckle, he lets go and the headphone snaps back against your ear with a sting, it’s not unpleasant, and even less so when you wrench them off, rubbing at your ear and find him watching you with warm eyes.

“Morning Mr Wick…” you reply, taking in the full gorgeous view of him. You swear his chest looks even wider today. “Sleep well?”

The question is innocent, prompted by the fact you notice his eyes look slightly tired, a few creases on his cheeks that weren’t there before. It definitely wasn’t due to the fact you’d been studying his face for wrinkles and concluded he couldn’t be the age you knew he was, and that Google must be lying. You’d done a little late night surfing on your new boss, finding several articles written years back about a ‘young and exciting up and coming lawyer’. Now they described him as a ‘powerhouse’ or a ‘beast’ in the courtroom. It kinda made you wonder if he was the same in the bedroom.

John’s reaction to your question looks guilty, and you almost think you see him blush, although that seems extremely out of character.

“Late night...prepping for a case…” he mutters, eyes suddenly dark again and you wonder what you said wrong.

“Can I help?” you ask, a little too eagerly.

John sighs, looking impatient. “You think you, a...what are you...third year law student? Could help me...who’s has years in the game?”

“I didn’t mean…” you feel your pride smarting again and struggle to hold back tears which suddenly threaten to appear. “I just thought I could help research.”

John snorts. “You are not here to think. You’re here to do exactly as I tell you, and so far you seem to be struggling with that concept.”

You shake your head, not daring to speak. You would rather die than cry in front of him. Luckily for you, John is done with the conversation, moving on to his office, so you take the opportunity to run to the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face in an attempt to pull yourself together.

He’s mean. You mutter. A fucking asshole. You say out loud to make yourself feel better. I don’t like him. The last one doesn’t really ring true

You work a few more hours until lunch, when you look up and find John standing in front of you. Without his jacket in just his shirt he looks a little softer and more approachable, his dark hair falls across his eyes and you shift in your seat, he looks delicious.

“Hungry?” he asks, as if reading your thoughts and you nod.

“Want me to go and get you lunch?”

He shakes his head. “You don’t know what I like...come on..”

He walks off as if just expecting you to follow him and of course you do, hurriedly grabbing your bag on the way. He walks fast with long strides and you’re almost panting to keep up.

He takes you to a deli and requests a sandwich order so precise you’re glad it wasn’t your task to fetch it, seeing as it involves about 8 ingredients in a particular order.

“So what happens if they put the tomato on top of the lettuce, do you throw it back in their faces?” you ask playfully if a little cautious from his mood before, ordering a plain bagel with cream cheese for yourself.

John looks at you slightly hurt. “No...I’d just make them to do it again until they got it right. That’s what I’m going to do with you.”

You feel yourself growing hot at his tone of voice, low and unrelenting, right in your ear like a caress.

“I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Not yet…” he replies in the same velvet tone that holds both a threat and a promise at the same time.

He hands you your food but all hunger had disappeared, leaving you with nothing but the desire for him.

You expect to take your sandwiches back to the office but John motions for you to sit down. He places himself opposite and chews his food, regarding you thoughtfully.

“You’re not scared of me. I like that.”

You hide a smile and start your own lunch, his voice is softer and he seems ready for conversation.

“You are intimidating, but more from your reputation than anything else. Personally, you seem not too bad…”

“Not too bad?” John echoes, smirking around a mouthful of bread. “You are quite bold for your age.”

You open your mouth to apologise but he waves it off. “It’s a good thing. I saw your application you know? I was the one who suggested picking you for the internship.”

You’re shocked and hardly know what to say. “Wow. Thank you...honestly...this is almost like a dream come true for me..”

“Shredding documents and fetching coffee is grunt work, not a dream.” corrects John, softly stern. “But we all had to do it. Believe it or not a long time ago I was in your position, taking abuse from my superiors. I vaguely remember how difficult it was.”

You giggle a bit at the thought of a young John Wick. “I can hardly imagine you young…” you mean that you can’t imagine him naive, with long hair and cheap clothes taking orders, but the words come out wrong, and you see you may have hurt his feelings.

He leans across the table, so close you can see the amber flecks in his eyes, the streaks of grey in his beard. He is beautiful, warm, so solid and masculine it makes your stomach flip over with want. “Do you really see me as that old?”

You shake your head dumbly. “I mean...no...John.” you dare to call him by his first name but he doesn’t even flinch, focused on your face, his eyes flicking to your mouth, awaiting your response. Having the full weight of his attention on you is like facing down a wall of fire.

He nods, almost to himself. “I’m not dead yet Y/N….you’d be surprised the things I can do..”

I wouldn’t you think, as your mind starts running wild with obscene images. The way he is looking at you gives you hope, gives you a strange feeling that he wouldn’t be completely averse to your interest.

“What is this John?” You ask, looking from your lunch which he bought you, around to the cosy ambience of the deli, the sounds of coffee being made and people chatting happily. “Is this a date?”

He snorts so loudly you see you have amused him.

“A date with an old man...is that how you’d see it? Are you just staying here because I’m your boss?”

You chew your lip thoughtfully. “Why don’t you ask me out on a proper date?”

“I don’t really go on ‘dates’” he replies, not questioning the fact he would ask you out, making your heart beat rapidly. “Why, would you say yes if I did ask you on one?”

He is looking at you with guarded eyes, but with enough interest to show he is demanding an answer.

You tilt your head and pretend to consider it. “Would you tell me about the case you’re working on?”

He smiles then, amused that you’re trying to exploit his interest for your own gain. “For an hour. Then in return you can tell me about yourself.”

“Any other conditions?” you ask.

“It depends how the night goes…”

You sigh, this seems like a dream, and you’re worried about how it makes you look, less than professional, and a little desperate, but you cannot deny your attraction to him, strong and inescapable. It’s like being tied to the tracks with a speeding train bearing down on you.

He almost seems to read your thoughts. “It’s usual for lawyers from the office to discuss business over dinner, don’t worry, you won’t become the subject of any gossip, and if you did, I would shut it down immediately.”

He leans forward and touches your hand, his long fingers sure but surprisingly gentle. “Don’t be afraid…”

You place your hand over his, making him blink his eyes with surprise. “I’m not afraid John.”

He rubs his other hand over his mouth, still watching you closely. Your actions are so unexpected it fascinates him.

#john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick imagine #your sinner in secret #lawyer john wick au #shit balls i just spotted a major typo sorry

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myfeetkeepdancing · 5 years

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Unsustainable - (7/9)

!Disclaimer: I do NOT ship the people on the banner or any gifs showing up in the fanfic. They helped me visualize and are part of my writing experience. Much love for Tom Holland & Cody Christian!

Summary: An accident happened in which the reader has gotten powers. The reader is struggling to adjust to his new powers but also to keep them secret from Peter as they become closer.

Pairings: Peter Parker x Male Reader

Word count: 2169

Saturday morning. For what it's worth the friction from last night seemed out the air. Breakfast like a small little family, some small talk. Nothing special. But you can't help but notice Peter is happier, more content with himself. He's smiling more than often. You've always enjoyed his company, sometimes a bit too much. Is he running against the same barrier then you? Who's going to take the first step? Should you? The question keeps circling through your head. Overthinking every sentence like always. What could you have said differently? Would that have cracked the ice? After a gaming session on the console, you both decide to look for some new tinker parts. Scavenge some local alleyways, but first, check out the dump store. May was soon going out shopping, so a tagging along the ride wasn't a problem.

Arriving at the dump store, a list of items in hand and dollars in your pocket. Before entering you continue discussing the items on the list. Peter isn't someone who gets mad or annoyed if he didn't get his way. If you reasoned well enough, he'd let you take the lead. You, on the other hand, could get a bit grumpy for not getting your way. Not your best quality. A couple minutes go by, as you go over the most important items for now. Setting the priorities straight, you both enter. You both start digging through the boxes. Chatting up with the owner, Henry, you always got dibs on the new stuff and the usual discount. Behind the fence in the alleyway was his new stock, handing the key to Peter you continue talking with Henry. As a former electrician, you enjoyed his tips and tricks. Now old and retired, he runs one of the busier dump stores around the block. He gave you the old soldering station which it all started with. Sorting through the boxes, you gather some necessary parts and scrap when your eyes catch sight of the Raven. That feeling in the back of your head, that itch. Now familiar to you. "…Peter's in trouble…" Without glancing in its direction. You walk past the counter, pushing the parts onto the counter pacing quickly outside. "One moment." Turning straight into the alleyway you hear muffled sounds in the distance. Moving on your toes, you skid past the stone wall. The sound becoming clearer. "Who did it Parker!?"

Halfway the alleyway opened up into a large square area. Beside the fenced off storage part from Henry's shop and some fuse boxes and air cons, it was like any other alleyway. Trash littered around the garbage bins and containers as the smell of decaying food and cat litter and piss stenches the area. Approaching the fence, you peek around the corner. In the pile of cardboard boxes lay Peter, his right eye socket swollen red. Towering over him stood Flash, beside him two of his friends. "I-I.. don’t know Flash! I-" Before Peter could say anything more Flash's foot connected right into Peter's stomach. Peter hunches back as he coughs and puffs, curling up on his side, afraid of more hits. Without a second thought, or weighing your options you walk right through the gate. Filled with anger and rage, you don't even try to hide your approach. The adrenaline pumping through your system. You barely notice your shaking hands. Now more than ever could you finally give Flash the beating he deserved. Doing that on school gets you in trouble. Now it was your turn. The last few steps towards him attracted attention from his buddies beside him. Retracting your balled up fist, knuckles white. Ready to bring it home. With one hand on Flash's shoulder and a firm pull, you turn him towards you. Losing his balance, tumbling back on one foot. "Y-…" Is the only response he's able to get out. With every muscle in your arm tensed to the max, you put every bit of force and weight into your hit. Lighting fast, your knuckles strike directly on the bridge of his nose. At least that's how it looked to you. Flash dropping straight to the floor. His hands clamped on his nose, screams of pain and anguish filled the alleyway. Between the screams of Flash and the stinging pain in your knuckles, his buddies got onto you. The bruised skin on your knuckles slowly bled as your fingers hurt from the impact. Maybe you didn't hit him at the right angle. A sudden force hits the side of your jaw. Followed by a blow to your knee, forcing you to the ground.

You didn't see it coming. Your vision blurry, everything doubled. You struggle to get back on your feet, stumbling backward against the fence. Hanging against the fence, you see the vague contours of a figure speeding towards you. Seeing an object above him, you prepare for the impact. As soon as it hits, you charge forward, grabbing his torso and smashing him into a container. In a quick reflex, you step aside, his buddy hunched from the impact. Both hands on his back, you drive your knee deep into his stomach. A final moan sends him to the ground. The last one not taking its chances runs out. "You ok?" Peter's eyes are wide open as he nods while scrambling back up. Seeing Peter's good, you turn your attention to Flash. "F-Fu-u…" His body shudders as you approach. "I'm not done with you yet. You little fu-" You threaten. Dashing onto him, your anger getting the best of you. Punch after punch hit him in the face. Your fingers and knuckles starting to hurt, more blood gradually seep from your hands. His hands desperately trying to block your blows. Two hands pull you off him. "Enough! Let's go!" Falling on your side, you feel yourself being dragged away across the floor. Still managing the get a kick into Flash's side. Peter's arms wrap around your chest, struggling to get you back on your feet. "We should go…" Peter concludes, looking around worried.

Getting back up on your feet, you smack right back into the fence. Sending a lot of noise through the alleyway. Peter darts to your side seeing you struggle. Your left leg hurts, you can hardly stand on it. Let alone walk. The blow to your knee must have bruised something. Clamping your arm around his neck, unwillingly you let all your weight rest upon him. Slowly you limp out of the alleyway. "Henry!" You call out. Pedestrians passing by glance at the both of you with worrying faces, limping out the alleyway like soldiers returning from the frontline. Seconds later Henry appears. "What the hell-“ The older man mummers through his lips. “I’m sorry for-“ You manage to get out. “We are…” Only to be corrected by Peter. You glance at Peter for a second, his cheeks bright red, panting heavily. “-sorry for the mess. Some lads from school were waiting for Peter. Got a bit rough.” You could see the doubt in Henry’s eyes. Thinking about what he was gonna say. “Get in. I’ll call you guys a cab.” Limping past him, the silence in the alleyway was disturbed by wailing in the distance. “I see you got them good.” Turning around you see three figures storming out the other end. “Lesson learned.”

“Nosebleeds are kinda your thing now eh…” Peter remarks with a quirky smile. Small red circles paint the stairs as your limp up towards the front door. You feel the warm blood stream through your nostril and fall down onto the stairs. “May!” A slight tremble sounded in Peter’s voice. It doesn’t take long before the door get swung open. “Guys! Wha-“ Before May could sound her worries Peter had already interrupted her. "(Y/N) beat Flash and his friends up. He got them good. They waited for me in the alleyway near the dump store." May didn't say anything for a moment, assessing the situation in front of her. "You're my hero (Y/N)." Helping you in with a content look on her face. Although May was a person, who disapproved violence, after an honest explanation she saw justice in your actions. Glad that Peter was ok. Glad you were there this time around. The fight was also a relief for yourself. Finally, that bottled up fury let loose. The grudge against Flash fulfilled. Pulling comfort from the thought Peter wouldn't get hit on again by Flash and his friends for some time made you and May happy. May wouldn't let you go home. Insisting you would stay and rest here. The knee itself was red and swollen. Moving it felt sore on the muscles but not that painful. Depending on how the leg was tomorrow May would drive you to the hospital if necessary. May thought though it would be for the best if dad at least knew. She tried to call dad, but the voicemail as usual. The rest of the day was spent on the couch. Completely stretched onto the couch, like you own the place. And no space left on the couch, Peter decides to rest on the floor. Right in front of you. You can't deny that it was somewhat challenging to keep your focus on the movie. Together with pizza, drinks, and movies, it was the perfect night. May even got beers for the occasion, she herself going out for the night. Not too much though she pressed. A promise easy to keep. But drinking just two was enough to become slightly tipsy and giggly. Playing with Peter's hair, pushing the cold beer into his neck. The usual pestering. Peter himself also being tipsy started playing along. And the inevitable while drinking. Taking a piss. Everyone has to after a beer. After the first one, there is no stopping it. Every five minutes, you gotta go. But with Peter supporting you limping to the toilet, and being tipsy was an adventure on its own. The door being just meters away, Peter kept forcing you the other way. You had no other way then obey and follow. Limping across the room, laughing and singing. Deliberately pushing your weight on his shoulder, making him pay for his joking around.

Sunday morning. Slowly waking up you hear faint sounds coming from the kitchen. You slowly open your eyes and are surprised at the brightness. By this time of day, the curtains didn't hold back much light. You assume it's already later in the morning. You eyelids still feeling heavy, you sway back onto your side. Letting your eyes adjust to the light. Your eyes being drawn to the door, as it slowly opens. Your sleepy eyes make out the contours of Peter's face peeking around. "You awake?" You shake your head in denial. "Barely…" Rubbing your eyes with the palm of your hand. "Breakfast is ready."

"Gimme a minute." You groan and moan while stretching every inch of your body. Peter still watching you from the door. You move towards the edge of the bed, pushing the blankets aside. Sitting on the edge, legs dangling. The knee feeling a bit stiff but surprisingly better compared to yesterday. You feel a small summer breeze coming from the window, gently blowing past your legs and back. You give yourself some time, regaining your bearings. "Right…" Scaling the stairs of the bunk bed, you're eyes catch sight of Peter's bedsheets. His dark blue sheets pushed to one side, revealed a white duvet cover. His shorts thrown in there, phone with buds on top. [ 9:36 ] revealed the screen. But the screensaver caught you off guard. One of the selfies you took just before going on holiday. One of many that day. Do all friends this? Overthinking once again. Shaking the thoughts from your mind. You continue.

Peter had disappeared behind the wooden door. Grabbing one of his oversized shirts you follow him into the living room, the smell of freshly baked croissants teasing your nose. Looking through the living room stood Peter, dressed in T-shirt with a chef's apron dangling from his neck. A towel thrown over one shoulder, the other supported by May's hand. "Good morning sunshine!" The dinner table dressed by a red and white tablecloth, colorful cups and plates sitting on top. "Good morning, you've been busy." You voice sounding a bit raspy. "Breakfast worthy of a hero like yourself." May replied. You can't help but smile at the sight of such a breakfast. They really put effort into it. Everything you can think of to start the day perfectly are there. And somehow the things you like are there. Including Peter. Pieces of fruit, cup of tea and warm croissant. Did you mention that to Peter sometime? Fresh from the oven croissants barely touch the plates as the three of you quietly enjoy the breakfast. "Compliments to the chef." You add, eyeing Peter in process. Sitting across Peter, you can't help notice the smile running across his face.

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