#reputation I’m so sorry you’re gonna have to get shelved until next year

[starryluminary]

HELLOOOOOOOO?????

#THIS COVER IS SO FUCKING PRETTY?????? #A WHOLE NEW ALBUM!!!????!??!????? #HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO #GOOOODDDDDD #reputation I’m so sorry you’re gonna have to get shelved until next year #WERE GETTING A NEW ALBUUUUMMMMMMM #FUCK YES!!!!! #taylor swift #Starry speaks

[marvelouspeterparker]

pretty special

PAIRING: pornstar!sebastian stan x pornstar!reader

SUMMARY: you shoot your first scene with the acclaimed and widely admired adult film star, sebastian stan.

WARNINGS: cliché porn scenario (dad's friend) + daddy kink + age gap + dirty talk + oral (m and f rec.) + unprotected sex + creampie

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

NOTES: this was part of this fic for tom but i extracted it in case some sebastian fans that don't read for tom wanted to read it, since i'm going to be writing for him now :)

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You were a bit nervous walking into work––working with one of the biggest stars was understandably a daunting experience. You didn’t want to seem like a complete amateur next to him, especially not when you were working with him. And on top of that, you’d been watching his videos for years now, since you were a teenager, and he never once lost his charm or his spark.

You could see how he’d evolved throughout all of his videos––when he was just a young fresh face that captured the hearts of many, to his long-haired phase, to his short hair and stubble phase, each and everyone one was just as enchanting and seductive.

You’d seen the way he managed to have chemistry with every actress he worked with––how they would all fall under his allurement, get flustered from just one look. If you were being honest, you could see Tom becoming the next actor of that status––he’d already had such a good reputation among the industry and the viewers seemed to love him as well. So the fact that you were going to get the opportunity to be with both of them? Well not at the same time, but if you did, you would most certainly melt on the spot. But even separately––You felt like you were going to combust.

Sebastian was now in his late thirties, but he looked better than ever, his eyes just as smoldering, even through a screen. He kept his hair short now and often let his beard grow out, which you personally loved. Since he had a very promising reputation––and everyone that he’s worked with has only had enticing things to say about him and his skills, you couldn’t say that you weren’t excited and honored to work with him.

The scene you were filming today took place in multiple places, all of which were in a home––so for work today you showed up to one of the many unfinished houses the agency used for filming. Within no time you were dressed and in the makeshift makeup room in one of the spare bedrooms with Olive, the makeup artist, putting the finishing touches on your face. Your look was supposed to be more natural today so it didn’t take too long since you only needed some light coverage.

“You nervous sweetie?” She asked, dabbing the beauty blender under your eyes.

You looked up at her, a sheepish smile on your face. “Of course I am, it’s Sebastian Stan.”

She waved you off, “Oh don’t be. He’s the sweetest thing, really.” She placed the beauty blender on the vanity. “You know a little birdie told me that he asked for you personally.”

Your eyes widened in shock. “What? Are you serious?”

She nodded, pursing her lips. “And he doesn’t do that for just anyone, so he must think you’re pretty special.” She started cleaning up her station. “That should put you at ease, right?”

“I mean…” You looked into the mirror and trailed off when you noticed a familiar face walk into the room. You’d never seen him in person until now, so far only watching him on the screen of your phone in the privacy of your room––but seeing him in front of you was something else.

Olive noticed you trail off and turned curiously before her eyes settled on the man walking towards her. He walked over to your makeup artist, a big smile on his face as he opened his arms. “Olive! How are you?”

She smiled, hugging him back. “I’m good honey, how are you?”

He bit his lip, failing to tame his grin when they both pulled away. “I’m good.” He turned to you, “Especially since I’m going to be filming with this one today.” You got up to walk over to him and he smiled, placing a hand on your waist and kissing your cheek in greeting. He looked down at you and you could genuinely feel yourself drowning in his eyes. How were you going to manage looking into them while he was literally inside of you?

“Hi doll, how are you? It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“Hi.” You cleared your throat when your voice came out weaker than expected but before you could continue, Olive interrupted you.

“She’s a little nervous, Seb.” You looked over to her like an annoyed daughter, berating her with your eyes as she walked away from you both, a glint in her eyes, but Sebastian’s eyes never left your face. You looked back to him to find a smirk on his face and you smiled awkwardly.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about honey,” he brought a hand under your chin and tilted your head up when you looked away. “I promise I don’t bite,” he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “That is, unless you want me to.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine and he chuckled as he pulled away to look at you. “Seems like you want me to, hm?”

You licked your lips subconsciously and he smiled, taking your hand in his. “Well you know, I asked for you personally?”

You blinked up at him, “Yeah I heard.”

He smiled, rolling his eyes as he pointed his thumb behind him at Olive’s retreating figure. “From that one I bet.” You smiled and nodded and he shook his head pretending to be exasperated, but the smile on his face contradicted that.

“Why did you? Ask for me?” You asked sheepishly, not wanting to come off as rude. But it was a little strange to have such a big star ask for you when you’re not even that established of an actor yet.

His thumb rubbed the back of your hand soothingly but the action was only sending tingles down your body. “Well I’ve seen your work,” he tilted his head. “And I know talent when I see it.” He stepped closer to you so that his breath was teasing your lips ever so slightly, his eyes piercing yours. “I also know a good girl when I see one.”

Your breath hitched, your thighs pressed together and he squeezed your hand playfully. “We’re gonna have some fun today.” He started to tug you along. “Let’s go, okay?”

You nodded, the nerves in your stomach quickly turning to excitement and lust. “Okay.”

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You weren’t going to take pictures before the scene today––Sebastian, having been in the industry for some time now, and having made a name for himself, was able to pull some strings nowadays and have more control over what he wanted. He didn’t really like the idea of faking for the camera, so much so that he didn’t take photos before the scenes he shot, he convinced the crew to take action shots while they were filming, so the reactions were real.

The directors knew not to rush him or the actresses he worked with during his scenes, and for that reason, no one that ever worked with him had to hurry up and fake their climaxes for the camera––they were all completely genuine and just as mind-shattering as they appeared on screen.

The scene you were filming today was different than anyone you’d done before. You were playing a young daughter who’s come home from college for the summer, and Sebastian was playing your “father”’s friend. It was a slightly controversial theme and story, but at the end of the day it wasn’t real so.

After greeting everyone, going over a few last minute things, and getting settled, the scene began.

Your “dad” and Sebastian were in the living room, talking while they watched tv for a few minutes, and you waited for your cue to step out. You came down the stairs and the camera followed you as you descended and panned out to show the three of you as you walked past them to go to the kitchen. You could feel Sebastian’s gaze trailing down your body as scripted, the camera focusing on him as he checked you out, your body also in focus as you moved by the lens.

“Excuse me young lady,” your fake father recited his line and you turned back a sweet smile on your face as you looked at him.

“Yes daddy?”

“Don’t be rude,” he chastised, “Say hello to our guest. My buddy from work, you’ve met him a few times over the past couple years, remember?”

You let your eyes fall to Sebastian and your smile widened. “Oh, right!” You walked over to him. “I’m so sorry. So nice to see you again!” You bent down and watched him take a sharp inhale as his gaze fell to your breasts before you wrapped your arms around him in a hug.

He brought his arms around you and squeezed tight, his hands lingering when you pulled away, his voice low. “Yeah it’s really nice to see you too.” He licked his lips before looking back up into your eyes and you felt your stomach flutter from the look in them. “You’ve really grown up since I last saw you.”

You shrugged as well, turning to see your “dad” not paying attention to your conversation before leaning in to whisper in Sebastian’s ear. “Way more than you know.” He bit his lip and you giggled before walking off, feeling his eyes stuck to your ass that was peeking out of your shorts.

You went to the kitchen to get a snack, conveniently walking so that the camera didn’t pick up the unfinished portion of the house, nearby. You followed the script, pretending to look around, a thoughtful look on your face as you picked up random fruits while Sebastian stared at you from the other room. After a minute or two, you turned around and went into the fridge, scanning the almost empty shelves before bending down to look near the bottom.

You felt a pair of hands slide over your ass to hold your waist and a rather impressive bulge press into your backside. “Pardon me.” You could hear the smirk in his gravelly voice as he reached over you, your body still bent over and pressed into his front. He grabbed a bottle from the top shelf before pulling away and leaning against the counter next to the fridge. You looked to the side to see him opening a bottle of water, a cheeky smile on his face as he shamelessly checked you out. “Just getting water.” He sipped from it without looking away from you and you bit your lip.

“Of course.” You closed the fridge and walked up to him as he was tilting the bottle down from his lips. You reached over behind him on the counter, while subtly grabbing his bulge in his jeans. He gasped and looked down at your hand, then across to the other room to make sure your “father” wasn’t watching before turning his head to you.

You bat your eyelashes up at him, teasingly innocent and brought your hand back to show the banana you’d just gotten. “And I was just getting a snack.” You squeezed him harder and pulled away completely, leaning on the kitchen island across from him as you peeled the fruit. His eyes were mesmerized as he watched you lick along the banana, your gaze unwavering. You slowly put the fruit into your mouth as far as you could go and his jaw dropped as you started bobbing your head up and down.

Just as it stated in the script, ever so distracted and preoccupied, his hand “accidentally” squeezed the water bottle and water splashed everywhere and all over the floor. He cursed loudly and your “dad” perked up.

“Everything alright?”

Sebastian looked up, convincingly looking flustered and you turned. “Yeah! We just spilled some water, but it’s okay I’ll clean it up!”

“Okay. Thank you sweetheart.”

You turned back around and grabbed some napkins, getting down on your knees in front of Sebastian and his eyes followed you all the way down. You half heartedly wiped down the tiles before looking up at him. Your eyes trailed down his body and you smirked, grabbing his hand. “Your hand is all wet. Let me get that for you.” Before he could say anything, you swiped your tongue along his fingers. You kept your eyes on his as your tongue made its way around his hand. You slipped two of his fingers into your mouth and he paused before slowly sliding them in and out, almost making you gag and you smiled up at him as you pulled off.

Your hands slid up his legs, one of them grazing his bulge as you made your way up to his zipper but his hand stopped you from going any further. He clenched his jaw, looking ahead before looking back down at you. “Your dad––”

You shook your head eagerly, “He won’t see anything.” The kitchen island was conveniently tall enough to hide you, so you weren’t lying. “You just have to be quiet.” You blinked up at him. “Can you do that?”

He bit his lip. “Shit––” He brought a hand up to rub the back of his head and let go of the hand of yours that he was holding. “O––Okay.” His hand came down to caress your cheek gently and you quickly turned your head to kiss his palm before reaching up and slowly unzipping his jeans. You pulled his pants and briefs down a bit before pulling his cock out and stroking it lightly but he quickly captured your attention again before you could gawk at his size, his hand firmly grabbing your jaw to make you look up at him. “Keep your eyes on me baby girl, got it?” You nodded immediately.

“Yes, got it.”

His grip tightened. “Yes who?”

You tilted your head, pretending to be confused. “Yes… daddy?”

He smiled, cooing down at you. “Such a good girl.” He briefly glanced up to the living room before looking back at you. “Now spit on daddy’s cock. Get it nice and wet for me.”

You nodded, “Yes daddy.” You gathered the drool in your mouth before spitting on his cock and stroking it. You licked along the base before wrapping your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue around it and sucking hard, making him grip the counter behind your head.

He cursed, “That mouth is fucking amazing, doll.”

You smiled as best you could around him, knowing that that line wasn’t in the script––you were just doing a good job and he felt the need to let you know. You felt yourself get wetter in your shorts and luckily enough, your next instruction was to bring a hand down to touch yourself in the scene. Your hand slipped past your cotton shorts and you brought your fingers down to swipe through your wetness and spread it along your slit before rubbing your clit. You hummed around Sebastian’s length and he pulled you into him, a hand around the back of your neck as he shallowly thrust into your mouth, not wanting to hurt you or make you gag too hard.

“God, are you touching yourself baby girl?” You looked up at him, pretending to be embarrassed and he chuckled breathlessly. “Such a filthy little slut aren’t you? Touching yourself, sucking my big cock and calling me daddy while your real father is sitting just in the other room…” He tutted playfully. “What a naughty fucking girl you are.” You whined and his mouth dropped open as you started sucking harder.

“Gonna make me cum. Keep doing that. Yes, just like that.”

Your “father” spoke up, asking Sebastian if he was coming back and Sebastian gulped, looking up at him with wide eyes as you stroked him quickly, your mouth sucking his tip loudly and harshly. He coughed in a useless attempt to cover the sound and looked around awkwardly. “Uh yeah! Yeah, just uh in a minute.”

“Okay but the game’s getting good man! Don’t wanna miss it.” He paused, “Hey have you seen my daughter around?”

You hummed around Sebastian and his eyes rolled back for a second before he straightened out. “Uh no, nope I haven’t seen her.”

“Huh, well I’m sure she’s fine. She knows how to take care of herself.”

Sebastian looked down at you, your hand still between your thighs. “Damn right she does.” His tongue swiped over his bottom lip as he locked eyes with you. “Know how to take care of me too, don’t you?” He nodded, “Mhm, yes you do.” Seeing him above you like that, hearing the praises he was whispering to you in his deep voice were enough to get you worked up. You could feel yourself getting closer and just as your cue came to orgasm, you didn’t have to fake it. You moaned and your back straightened out, your thighs closing around your hand as you came in your shorts. You blinked, snapping yourself out of your reverie and started bobbing your head up and down and Sebastian bit his fist, his hand gripping your neck as he thrusted a few times before cumming in down your throat.

You sucked around him as he throbbed in your mouth and he breathed out roughly as he pulled out. You smiled up at him, showing his release to the camera before swallowing it and showing him your tongue afterwards. He pulled you up and took the hand that was in your shorts, bringing it up to his lips before slipping your two fingers coated in your wetness, into his mouth. He kept his eyes on yours as he licked and sucked them clean, a seductive look in his stare.

Your lips parted in arousal and shock as he pulled away, a smirk on his face. “Delicious.” Your hand fell down to your side and you blinked a few times, looking up at him.

“Come find me in my room so you can return the favor.” You smiled and walked up to your room without looking back.

He tucked himself back into his pants and went after you after a few minutes, excusing himself to use the bathroom upstairs.

The director yelled cut and you had a ten minute break to freshen up before the next part of the scene. You didn’t have a lot to touch up so by the time Sebastian came up you were already in the bedroom for the next part. He came into the room a few minutes before you had to film again, eyes finding you as you sat on the bed.

He smiled softly, licking his lips and you pressed your thighs together which didn’t go unnoticed by him. “That mouth really is something else, doll.” He laughed, “Almost made me forget where I was.”

You bit your lip as the camera crew came in, setting everything up. You looked up at him and smiled sheepishly. “That’s a good thing, right?”

There was a glint in his eyes as he looked at you. “A really damn good thing, yeah.”

Feeling the heat of his gaze, you averted your eyes and you could sense him smile as he walked out of the room, preparing to film the last part of the scene. The crew made sure the lighting was alright and set up the cameras and the microphones before the director called action.

The camera focused on you as you pretended to scroll mindlessly on your phone as the other camera followed Sebastian up the steps. He paused, making sure no one was around before opening your door, slipping in and shutting it behind him.

You looked up and smirked, setting your phone aside. “I was starting to think you weren’t going to show up.”

He pulled his shirt off as he walked towards the edge of the bed. “And miss my chance to taste that sweet pussy? You must be crazy.”

You laughed breathlessly as he climbed onto the bed and pulled you down to his level by your ankles. You smiled up at him and he captured your lips in a passionate kiss and you found yourself getting lost in the feeling of him on top of you. You slid your hands up to tug his hair and he growled, taking your wrists and pinning them above your head, making you gasp as he pressed himself into you and tilted his head to lick along your neck.

You arched your back under him and he continued to rub himself against you, only making you more desperate. After a few moments and a change of camera angles, he pulled your shirt off and slid down to pull your shorts off as well. He spread your legs slowly but firmly, his hands digging into your thighs as he glanced up at you, moving his head to press teasing kisses to your soft skin.

He kissed his way up your leg before licking a long stripe up your heat, his lips soon coming around to leave wet kisses to your slit. You brought your hands down to grip the sheets and he was quick to let go of your thighs and held your hands in his, by your sides.

Normally in these videos, the actors wouldn’t actually eat the actress out properly, only flicking their tongue lightly, wanting to show the camera and the viewers everything––but Sebastian wasn’t a fan of that method, so he buried his face between your thighs, eating you like you were his last meal.

“Taste so fucking sweet.” He smirked up at you when you whined, your fingers squeezing around his hands, as you squirmed under his hold. His tongue was lapping you up loudly but purposefully as he shook his head ferociously, groaning into you as your hips started to buck into his mouth.

“F––Fuck!”

He growled and quickened his pace before he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucking hard. Soon, your head fell back and your mouth dropped open, your back arching as you let out a silent cry. Your thighs tightened around his head when he let go of one of your hands and palmed your breast, tugging and teasing your nipples. He kept going until your legs were trembling, and only then did he pull away, licking his lips as he unbuttoned his pants and hastily tugged them off, throwing them off the bed.

He stroked his cock a few times before getting back between your legs and sliding it through your wetness. He tapped the tip on your clit and smiled when you jolted from the sensation. He then slid into you slowly, bottoming out smoothly, his hands pressing your thighs open so he could see all of you. He thrusted into you a few times slowly before picking up the pace gradually.

His eyes were transfixed on the way your pussy was swallowing him whole, clenching around him but one glance at your blissed out face had him twitching inside of you.

“Look at you. Taking my cock while your dad’s downstairs. Naughty girl.” He pounded into you hard and you moaned loudly. He brought a hand up to cover your mouth, leaning close to you as he kept pounding into you, your pleading eyes looking up at him. “Gotta be quiet baby girl, okay? Just stay there and take my cock like a good girl.”

You nodded, your hands coming up to hold his wrist as your eyes rolled back. He brought a hand down to rub at your clit and thrusted into you faster and you moaned behind his hand, your hips moving of their own accord.

“That’s it. Take that cock.”

In no time, he had you coming around his cock, his eyes watching you as you came undone, your body tensing before dropping back down to the bed gracefully, as if it were deflating. Just as you caught your breath, he pulled out and flipped you over onto your hands and knees.

“You okay baby?”

You nodded, smiling back at him. “Please fuck me.”

He groaned and slapped your ass before sliding back inside your tight walls. He grabbed your hips and fucked into you hard, the sound of your skin slapping against each other loud and enticing. He was moaning and cursing, pulling your hips back into his as he thrusted his cock into your opening. Your walls were tightening around him, coaxing him to tip over the edge.

His movements became more frantic, his fingertips turning white from the force he was using. “Fuck fuck fuck, gonna cum––”

You moaned at the ragged nature of his voice, the desperate pleas falling from his lips as he used you. “Please cum inside me, daddy.”

He cursed and came with a loud groan, his head falling back as he kept fucking you to prolong his high. His pace faltered and he soon slowed down before pulling out and moving aside to let the camera show the cum dripping out of you.

Once the camera got the shot, he slapped your ass playfully and grabbed it before pulling you up to sit on him. “Such a good girl.” He brought his hands up from your ass to your jaw and pulled you in for a reeling kiss. He licked into your mouth languidly, your tongues playing with each other as you both sighed and moaned into the kiss. He slipped a hand back down to play with your ass and you giggled, giving each other two more short kisses before pulling away and looking at each other, your eyes still cloudy with lust.

The director yelled cut and the shoot was over. Sebastian kept his eyes on you for a moment longer, his hands caressing your body. He kissed your cheek and whispered in your ear. “Knew you’d be a good girl for me.”

You whimpered and he grinned pulling back to look at you. “That was fucking amazing, doll. What’d you think?”

You shook your head, a smile on your lips. “I feel like I’m on cloud nine honestly.”

He smirked. “We’re definitely doing this again.”

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@ marvelouspeterparker 2021 –– please do not repost anywhere

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[toomanystoriessolittletime]

switch

Summary: When your new hot neighbor turned out to be no other than Javier Peña, the Agent that would join one of your Departments with you as his Superior, things should get a little more complicated. But somehow they didn’t...

Pairing: Javier Peña/ f!Reader

Wordcount: 2.6k

Warnings: smut (unprotected sex), mentions of an attack, feelings

A/N: I’m just gonna wait here anxiously cause this is the first Javier smut (it’s like losing my smut virginity all over again)

Masterlist

There’s something wicked about opening your door to a stranger when only you know that you’re not wearing any panties.

It was late. Work had exhausted you to a new end and all you wanted was to have a quiet Friday night at home. Preferably with an orgasm or two. By your own hand of course, because you were living the single life and you loved it. At least, most of the time.  The plan was to have a quiet weekend in, but the invitation of your new neighbor, inviting you to his housewarming party, was something you were actually looking forward to. The first time Javier had shown up at your apartment door, dressed in an excuse of a Shirt and some shorts, asking if your power had gone out at your place too almost two weeks ago, was something that you couldn’t stop thinking about. How his dark eyes had looked down at you. How he licked his lips, as a drop of sweat ran down his cheek. How you had wished it would be your lips, licking over his.

It seemed like he had an excuse to show up at your doorstep everyday from then on. Asking for a cutter, because his went missing. Saying sorry for the noise he was making hanging up some shelves. Not that you minded. The excuses got weaker everyday, and at this point, you didn’t bother asking who was at the door. A couple days ago you had just got out of your car as you saw him smoking on his window, wearing no shirt. He had nodded at you, a sly smirk on his lips, as he caught you staring. You were enjoying this thing between the two of you. That was until you had a briefing today for the transfers of Agent’s coming in next week. Of course you knew who Agent Javier Peña was. He had been all over the news in the past months. But you never had seen this face. Until his file showed up at your desk today. He would start Monday. You only knew him as Javi until that point.

Now here he was, a small smile on his lips. He was wearing a leather jacket that looked a little too warm for the weather.

“Sorry for disturbing you so late.” He said, looking into your eyes before he looked down your body. The only piece of clothing you were wearing was a thin silk nightgown. It wasn’t see through, but judging by the look in his eyes it was just enough to get his mind going. You shouldn’t do this. He was your neighbor. Your breathtakingly hot neighbor. Your...

“You don’t look very sorry and I was just about to go to bed. But I wanted to talk to you anyway, Javi.” You looked at him firmly.

“Am I in trouble?” He grinned.

“Not yet.” You grinned back. You were thinking about telling him right and there. But… Maybe it was the wine you had, maybe it was the look he gave you, or maybe it was just you being bored.

“I just wanted to check in if you’re still coming tomorrow.” He asked and you didn’t miss the look he gave you.

“To your party?” You asked innocently.

“Yes. That too.” He chuckled.

“The answer is yes, Agent Peña.” You winked and he nodded, the smirk getting wider.

“Great. I’ll see you tomorrow then, Boss.” He looked at you, catching you off guard before he turned around and left. So he did know who you were. You didn’t know if you should be impressed or suspicious. Then again his reputation precedes him.

Closing the door, leaning with your back against it you breathed out. This would make everything complicated. If anything would happen that is. Deciding to sleep on it you switched the lights off, going to your bedroom. Though deep inside you knew you wouldn’t say no, if he would make a move.

You were about to sleep when you heard another knock at your door. Cursing under your breath you rolled your eyes, getting out of your bed when you heard another knock.

“I swear to god Peña….” You called before you opened your door. He only looked at you, his eyes hungry, making every word die on your lips as he walked in and closed the door behind him.

“I’m your Superior Agent Peña.” You whispered, before you felt his hands on your hips.

“Not in these walls.” He whispered back, before his lips crashed down on yours.

You were inseparable from that day on. At least outside the office. You barely even spoke to each other throughout the day, which didn’t stop either of you at teasing each other when you were in the same room.

Meetings suddenly got much more interesting with you sitting second to last at the table, Javier at the end, his hand slowly running up your thigh, his other hand on the table, keeping the illusion of taking notes, while you were sure that everyone could hear you breath hitch the higher his hand wandered…

He took you out dancing on the other side of town, glaring at every other men who even dared to look into your direction, before he fucked you outside against a wall in the darkness of an alley.

“Agent Peña, can I see you in my office when you’re finished?” You asked, walking by his desk. Javier had been working for almost three months now. He had been assigned a new case right away, being the new shining star of the DEA. You weren’t his direct boss. You were more like the boss of his boss.

“Of course, Boss.” He said, not looking up from the file. You nodded and made your way to your office. Somewhere in this city a big load of cocaine had been stored but no one had been able to find out where for almost two months now.

Taking down Escobar and the Cali Cartel of course was a big win, but it didn’t stop the flow of drugs coming into the states.

A knock on your door made you look up.

“Come in.” You called and now it was your turn to not look up from your files.

“You wanted to see me?” Javi asked. You only nodded. “Lock the door.” You said still not looking up, hearing the click as the door locked.

“I’m…”

“Don’t... Sit down.” You finally looked up. He visibly flinched at your tone but sat down in front of you. You breathed in deep. This was the reason you should not get involved with a coworker. It had been almost three months and you were falling for him. And judging from his words, every night when he thought you were asleep, he was too.

“This isn’t Colombia. I know what you’ve done for the agency and the war we’re in against the drugs, but you can’t just take off on your own and follow any lead you might have.”

You looked at him, and you could see in his eyes that he wanted to say something but he remained quiet.

“I don’t know how you got the information but for the future, you get in touch with your Superior before you do anything stupid like today.” You continued and you could see how his jaw flexed.

“This could have been what we’re looking for since I started here.” He said quietly.

“But it wasn’t. And it almost got your partner killed.”

“Do you think I don’t know that?” He shook his head. “Do you think that I haven’t told myself all these things in the last couple hours already? It’s easy for you to say, sitting here in your safe office, but….” You suddenly got up from your chair, almost knocking it over.

“Watch your tone.” You hissed, glaring at him. Slowly you walked around until you were standing in front of him and leant to sit on your desk behind you. He looked up at you.

“When I got the call that one Agent was down and couldn’t reach you, I was….” You look at the ceiling, shaking your head. “I thought it was you. I…” You felt his hands over yours and you looked down.

“This is the reason we shouldn’t get involved with co workers.” You said sadly. He got up, standing in front of you, tilting your chin up towards him, so you had to look at him. Him and his stupidly gorgeous face.

“I don’t want to think about you doing reckless shit, just because you got some information nobody else has. You have to communicate. This is not Colombia. People here don’t get paid by Escobar. You have to talk to us.” You whispered. And you can’t die now because I think I’m in love with you.

“I’m sorry.” He said, his fingers brushing away the hair that had fallen in front of your eyes. “It takes some time getting used to, if you had worked like that for years.”

“I understand. I’m just glad that in the end everything went well. Even if your lead was shit.”

“Is Smith gonna be okay?” He asked, you nodded.

“Just a scratch. But he’s out until next week.” You closed your eyes, leaning into his hand on your cheek.

“I can’t lose you, Javi. Not when I just found you.” You kissed his thumb, opening your eyes. His brown orbs looked at you closely.

“You won’t.” He whispered.

“Just how exactly did you get that information? I heard rumours how you gathered them before…” You asked.

“I got the same information from 4 different phone calls. I don’t have informants like I used to here. There’s only you.”

“Good.” You smiled. He was about to lean down to kiss you when you pushed against his chest. His brows furrowed as he looked at you.

“The next time you think about doing some shit like this, I’m gonna make your life a living hell. And please remember that I can not only do it at work, but also at home.” You let your hand wander down to his growing bulge, squeezing once, making him hiss.

“Understood?” You raised your eyebrow and you felt his cock twitch against your palm.

“You’re so fucking sexy when you use that tone.” He grinned, and you grinned back.

“You better answer me, or you have to deal with that boner on your own.” You challenged, slowly rubbing him through his pants. He bit his lip.

“Understood, Boss.” He finally agreed.

“Thank you, Agent Peña.” You smiled, your hand leaving his cock and reaching for the tie, pulling him down to you.

“How about you fuck me on this desk before my next meeting?” You whispered against his lips.

“How long?” He whispered back. You looked at the clock behind you at the wall.

“10 Minutes.”

“Consider it done.” He grinned against your lips before he kissed you hard. His hands pushed your skirt up, while you held him down against your lips with his tie. He chuckled when he found your panties soaked.

“So wet already…” He pushed the fabric to the side, two fingers entering you with ease, making you moan against his lips. You let go of his tie, fumbling with his belt. His lips wandered down your neck, his fingers slowly pumping into you, while his other hand cupped your tits. Leaving down to kiss in between them he whispered a “Later.” before he looked at you with a grin, that died on his lips, when you finally had your hands on his cock.

“Not so cocky now, Agent, huh?” You grinned, biting your lip when he crooked his fingers inside of you while you pulled his cock out, pumping it slowly. He was hard as a rock. You rubbed with your thumb over his tip which already leaked of precum.

“God I wanna taste that pussy so bad.” He groaned. “Making you scream so loud, the whole town knows, you’re mine.” He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his lips, to lick them clean. “Like honey.” He moaned.

“Shut up and fuck me.” You groaned.

“Turn around.” He whispered and you jumped from the desk, turning around.

“When you get home later, I’m gonna take my time with you.” You felt him push your skirt up, as he stepped closer. You could feel his cock on your ass.

“And then I’m gonna make you cum so hard, you forget what your name is.” He pushed your panties aside again and pushed inside of you without resistance. You whimpered, holding on to the edge of your desk as he began to pump into you from behind. You had to suppress form moaning out loud, knowing that just outside were people working.

“So fucking perfect.” Javi groaned, one of his hands on your hip, while his other searched for yours, entwinding your fingers next to your head, holding them as he leaned down with his chest against your back.

“Only 4 minutes left, baby. You gonna cum?” He whispered, and kissed behind your ear.

“Are you gonna have a meeting with all these boring men inside this room while you drip of my cum?” He sucked your earlobe hin and you couldn’t help but moan.

“Come on baby. I can feel you squeezing me.” He kissed the back of your neck before he leaned back, his hand grabbing your ass, as he fucked you deeper.

“Come for me baby.” He slapped your ass, hard and you were sure you saw stars as your orgasm washed over you, leaving you breathless, your legs shaking.

“Yes that’s it. Fuck you’re so fucking sexy with my cock inside you…” He groaned as he kept pumping into you.

“Cum for me Javi…” You looked over your shoulder, just as you felt him spill deep inside of you, seeing him bite his lip. Hard, to keep quiet.  Out of breath you looked at each other. He smiled as he leaned down and kissed you softly before he pulled out, making you both hiss. He pushed your panties in place, kissing your clothed cunt once, before he pushed your skirt down. You turned around stretching your muscles as he tucked himself in, pushing his pants up.

“How do i look?” You asked, straightening your hair with your hands.

“Satisfied.” He teased and you punched his chest lightly. “You look great.” He kissed you again.

“Good.” You looked at him, the words on the tip of your tongue, as your phone rang.

“That’s my meeting.” You whispered and he nodded.

“I’ll see you when you get home?” He asked, straightening his tie. You nodded. He turned around as you walked back to sit at your desk.

“Javier I lo….” You called just before he reached the door.

“Me too Cariño.” He said looking at you with a small smile. You mirrored his smile, suppressing the tears you felt at the corner of your eyes.

Speechless you looked after him, as he unlocked the door and walked out without another word.

Head shaking you thought about the last time, you had been this happy but coming up with no answer. Chuckling you looked up when there was a knock at your door, calling your next meeting in.

Outside Javier was sitting down at his desk, one of his co-Agents looking at him interested.

“How bad was it?” He asked him and Javier only sighed.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” Javier winked, before he pretended to be very interested in the files on his desk.

#fanfic #fanfiction #Javier Peña #Javier pena x reader #Pedro pascal #Javier Pena x you #Javier Pena x ofc #fic

[pinkhairedlily]

Alone With You

For #KakaSaku Month 2021

Week 1, Day 4, Same Age AU

Rating: G

Pairing: Haruno Sakura/Hatake Kakashi

Summary:

Kakashi was the misunderstood pariah, and she was the school’s takane no hana. He comfortably pined for her from afar until prom when all he wanted was – at most – a dance.

Note: Takane no hana is translated as flower on a high peak. It depicts someone as out of anyone’s reach. This AU is loosely inspired from Hibi Chouchou.

Maybe it was the long scar on the left side of his face or the atrocious beauty mark. Maybe it was the menacing way he looked at his classmates or the sarcastic quips he gave in conversations. It couldn’t be his hair – silver, smooth, and the length of a mullet. They should have loved him for that, but instead, they set him a level above eccentric bordering on deviant. Nonetheless, he was their school’s pariah.

And what can a pariah actually do to get close to a takane no hana? Haruno Sakura - pink hair, jade eyes, rosy cheeks, and plump lips. She was a cherry blossom tree growing in the highest mountain, and to get there one has to go through multiple quests and surrender treasured items. He would have set on this journey a long time ago if not for her making it clear that she didn’t intend to date. He remembered her announcing it in the middle of general assembly when a guy confessed to her on stage for the umpteenth time. So that was how it came to be, stealing glances and moments she doesn’t even know of.

He had this hiding spot in the shrubbery and the big camphor tree beside their building. No one bothered to go there because someone got bitten with a snake some years ago so he took advantage of its notoriety. He made it his sleeping abode, his reading nook, or his eavesdropping spot. That was where he also had his first interaction with Sakura.

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She just jumped out of nowhere and into his lap where a book was still open for his consumption. Red flush took over her cheeks, but she stayed where she was, and hands went to his mouth when he attempted to say something.

“I swore I saw her run towards this area.”

“You’re so stingy. Her actions were pretty clear that she didn’t want to hear your confession.” She was visibly annoyed, her brows furrowing and meeting in the middle, but even so, she was a sight to behold. Her hair was done up in a bun, but stray locks escaped during her unintended rendezvous, and they curtained her striking jade eyes and softened the glare on them.

“I don’t even want a yes. I just need a definite no.”

This other voice was mocking. “I don’t want a yes, but you kept on pestering her for weeks.”

“My pride was hurt. Everyone told me I was the most handsome and yet I got rejected? I had to make sure she wasn’t blind.” They heard further shuffling of feet and then several dejected sighs. “Yeah, she’s not here. Maybe I should set my eyes on another school’s muse?”

Kakashi eased down her hands still clamping his mouth shut and peeked at the retreating figures. “They’re gone now. Maybe you should also rethink what provocations this position has.”

Sakura slid down to the ground next to him and pulled her knees closer to her chest. “Thanks.”

“You don’t see me as part of your cult following?” He surveyed his already crumpled book – he was just getting to the good part.

“If you have, you would have kissed me by now.” She wasn’t pulling punches. She was straightforward as a line, and she startled him with a direct, unwavering gaze. “Hatake Kakashi.”

“Congratulations. I’m guessing you noticed my calling card.” He pointed to his scar, almost sure of his assumptions.

But she smiled at him – spring blooming in indian summer. “We ride the same train every day.” Shock must have been apparent on his face since she started to leave, but not without chuckling within his hearing.

After that, he finally noticed her – a pink blob in the morning crowd. Sometimes, she was far away from his seat, but more often than not, she was just on the opposite side. Earphones in, hair undone, and in joggers instead of skirts. The first time he saw her disguise, if she could even call it like that, he laughed out loud. The people around him shifted nervously, but it was her reaction that amused him. Her eyes widened, questioning him a few feet away what the hell did he see. Every time they reach their school’s station, however, he lost her, and he knew better than to loiter. She was the takane no hana.

Across the school terms, he made sure to keep her within his sights and out of the prying hands and attention of boomers and men with no self-respect. He intervened only when she would signal, but truthfully, he didn’t need those. He just needed to see her eyes. His attention during his morning train rides shifted from the books in his bag to the pink-haired girl bopping her head to music.

In the middle of winter finals, she sat beside him and shared her other earphone.

Isn’t it odd the way we try to tell ourselves we got limits?

You’re beautiful, but you just don’t see it sometimes

And I don’t know why, you’re the shape of my days

Oh, you’re my holy place

And I know everything’s good, everything’s just as it should be

When you’re alone with me

Everything’s good, everything’s just as it should be

When you’re alone with me

When I fall, I’m fine

All I wanted was your time

Everything’s good, everything’s just as it should be

When you’re alone, alone with me

“Hmm. You should stop doing this.” Kakashi took off the earphone and gave it back to her. A glimpse of disappointment flashed across her face. “Because I might just fall in love with you.”

He proceeded to move away from her and into the end of the compartment. He still got her in his periphery, and it didn’t escape his notice that she smiled, the red flush creeping into her cheeks, the winter cold serving as a good excuse. He hoped then and there if he could bet everything on that one expression.

She didn’t have her earphones on when they met again for the next school year, but she made sure to be within his proximity, the distance closing in every train ride – two seats apart, an arm’s length, and finally shoulder to shoulder.

“I wonder why I don’t see you in my afternoon train rides.” She also stopped wearing joggers.

“I work part time after class.”

“Is that why you try to catch some reading while traveling?” Her eyes pointed to the opened book on his lap, the passage swirling in his thoughts, and he read instead the many phrases in her eyes.

“You’re oddly distracting,” he murmured and shoved the book bag into his bag.

“Well, sorry. It’s because you’re not talking to me in school.” In all honesty, he heard the pout in her voice, and his heart only further melted into a pool of adoration. “I need some book recommendations though, and I’d appreciate it if you would pick them with me in the library.”

My God, she has become braver. Kakashi looked at her and saw the pointed lip and furrowed brows. “Are you serious?”

“Classics because I need more than a Romeo and Juliet.”

In the afternoon, they met in the library in between dusty shelves and long forgotten volumes of books. He gave her the usual – Pride and Prejudice, Tale of Two Cities, Wuthering Heights, Scarlet Letter, Little Women, and his favorite and definitely not a classic yet – The Buried Giant by Kazuo Ishiguro. Having done what he was asked to do, he took his leave, quietly and quickly, not wanting to associate with her in this open space.

The next few weeks she immersed herself in those books and did not enjoin him in conversation. When she finally did, he was caught offguard.

“Does that have a violent history?”

He gestured to his scar and she confirmed it with a short nod. “It was from a cat.” She laughed out loud when he gave that answer, earning weird looks from other passengers. “Aren’t you gonna ask me if that’s true?”

She was still reeling from his reply and gave herself a few seconds to calm down. “No. it’s very typical of you.”

“Huh?”

“I bet you just carried it and hugged it like you would a dog.”

“That’s why I’m a dog person now.”

“What’s its name?”

“Pakkun.”

Again, she laughed, unrestrained melody intertwining with the noise of the crowd, the screech of the rails, and the whistles of the train.

When summer came, she cut her hair short, but that only made her more beautiful. It emphasized her jawline and brought more focus to her eyes. But his hair was long, almost a mullet, and some strands were disrupting his vision. It didn’t help at all in this heat, but he’d rather maintain that odd reputation of his. She quietly tapped his shoulder and gestured for him to turn around. He did so within the limited space they were allowed, and she tied his hair up for him.

Before he could glance back and thank you, the train suddenly stopped, and she was pushed forward and against his back. He hoped several times now and yet he hesitated. What more certainty was he asking for when he could literally hear her heartbeat. For a moment, he imagined her arms enclose around his waist and pull him in, safe in the wall of the crowd, alone with each other’s feelings. But it was nothing more than a brief respite from a faraway dream.

Last year of high school, and he has yet to resolve his feelings, let alone confess. When prom season dawned, he wished he didn’t have to go to school. There wasn’t a day that she wasn’t being confessed to or invited to be someone’s date, but Sakura stood her ground and rejected all offers. That made his chances dwindle down to zero as well. After all, what did a takane no hana have to do with a school pariah?

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“Kakashi.”

He looked up from his book and saw her nervously twirling her fingers. “Sakura.”

“Are you going to prom?” she asked, her voice ladened with faint insecurity.

“Not my vibe,” he replied. He turned to another page, and another, and he finally finished it. Yet she still hasn’t reacted. “So do you have a partner yet?”

She smiled at him. “I guess I’m going solo.”

“Your suitors not up to your standards?”

She shook her head and scrolled through her phone. She opened a picture of her trying out her prom dress and showed it to Kakashi. “Too bad I really wanted to dress up.”

She embodied a princess with an agenda, the front almost a heart-shaped bralette with butterfly sleeves and the back with a low cut, ending just above her waist. The bottom was a mermaid’s tail with colors blending in shades of green. Dear God, please have mercy on me. “Have fun, Sakura.”

He should have just kept his mouth shut because when the prom day itself came around, he decided to go for it, especially after seeing the downcast look on her face when he told her to go have fun.

Indeed, she went alone, with a dignity like a takane no hana only has. She was distant even to her friends, and she put on an air of defense that drew everyone away from her sphere. He wondered what expression she’d wear if he closed in that gap.

And then, he heard the whispers, the gasps, and the not-so-subtle pointing fingers.

No use in hiding now. Kakashi stepped out from the back, donned in white, his silver hair tied like how she did it, and walked towards the still unsuspecting Sakura.

His steps fell in tune with the opening song – the one that made him bet everything on that tiniest possibility. At most, for tonight, he only wanted a dance.

“Is he serious?”

“That’s Hatake Kakashi, right? He’s that handsome?”

“Wait, I don’t want to see this. He’s gonna ask Sakura for a dance.”

“The secondhand embarrassment is real.”

All I want is your time. “Sakura.”

Her breath audibly hitched in her throat when she heard his voice. She turned to him with an intensity that almost made her fall, but he caught her in time in his arms. “I was just about to ask you for a dance. This saves me time, I guess.”

“About time, you slowpoke.”

Kakashi smiled at her and led her to the center of the ballroom, his feet and arms guiding her in the dance, amid the gasps of onlookers, and the conversations that spread like wildfire. But with every step, he pulled her closer to him, slowly muting the noise with the sound of her heels, the rush of her train, and his own loud heartbeat. “I wonder if this is all right.”

She closed whatever gap was between them and laid her head across his chest, her nose on his collarbone, and almost, almost, he could feel her lips on his skin. “What’s all right?”

“You, takane no hana and all. Me, pariah and all.”

“I made a plan in my head – that the next time I see you, I’m gonna confess.”

Kakashi chuckled nervously, almost choking on his own saliva. “There was a minute possibility of the off chance that you liked me.”

“Because I do. I really do. And you didn’t make it any easier. Avoiding me, only talking to me in the train? I shared my favorite song with you, for goodness’ sake. I don’t care about takane no hana. I don’t do half-hearted feelings, and I’ve been trying my best to meet you halfway.”

He brought her closer, not anymore dancing, but hugging in the middle of the room, unaware of anyone. “I mustered whatever courage I have to stand beside you today in this crowd. I’m sorry it took this long.”

Sakura briefly loosened from his embrace, and in the midst of those dim lights, and cacophony of shoes, glasses, shutter clicks, champagne pops, and gowns, she recited a quote off his favorite book. “It would be the saddest thing to me. To walk separately from you, when the ground will let us go as we always did.”

“That would make for good marriage vows.”

“That….escalated a lot more quickly than I expected.”

“Come here.” He pulled her in back to his embrace, and they danced with such abandoned happiness – so evident that the strangers backed off, and everyone started to accept as such.

And when the confetti fell and the dim strobe lights turned off momentarily to give way to the bright light, Kakashi searched for her lips and found them waiting just below his chin.

“I was aiming for the beauty mark.”

“You’ll get more chances later.”

#kakasaku month 2021 #kakasaku month #kakasaku #kakashi hatake #haruno sakura #kakashi #sakura #naruto fanfic #kakasaku fanfiction #pseudolily

[uwua3]

Hello, can I please suggest a childhood friends to lovers troupe with Banri? Thank you so much!

of course! i put this off at first because i wanted to understand banri’s character a bit more and what direction i wanted to go with this! it might be a little bit opposite of what you wanted but i hope you like it~ ♡ i hope you don’t mind childhood enemies to friends to lovers ;)

summary: all your life, you wanted to beat settsu banri, just once

warnings: arguing, breaking the law, bullying(?), injuries, physical fights,

author’s note: this is definitely much more different from anything i’ve written! please enjoy it~

being naturally good at everything = wanting to compete at everything once’s there’s someone worthy and i think it’s a complex we need to address. honors students who get burnt out often give up because it’s not easy at first. setting children up to be the best and putting them against one another instead of encouraging teamwork is evil and a flaw in the education system. so take risks, and take down any institution that disrespects you :)

word count: 4,298

music: hot girl bummer – blackbear, preacher man – the driver era

childhood champion.

🍁🥇 settsu banri

banri was the most insufferable, annoying kid to ever walk the face of this earth

everyone picked him first for their sports team in gym, he always knew the answer even when the teacher caught him sleeping in class, and he knew what a multitalented threat he was

it was so unfair! even as a child, you had to spend countless hours studying the next topic to stay ahead but banri did it without even trying

you were second in class, he never even wavered or was worried about his valedictorian position

banri was so, so annoying

you two were the first picked to advance to honors–level classes the next school year in middle school

you actively rose your hand in class to get the answer correct. you sat in the front and kissed up to your teachers so they would submit more than just “a pleasure to have in class” on your report card

banri would doze off in the back if he was forced to attend school. it would take multiple tries to get him to wake up and even then, he could’ve summarized the entire class lesson with no effort. he didn’t care about other people’s opinions

which must have been nice, considering how everyone either loved him or fully hated him

you two were never aware of each other’s existence throughout elementary; it wasn’t until your teachers constantly compared you to banri’s perfect grades and banri to your model student behavior that you began to despise each other

to you, banri was your #1 rival and competitor. everything you did, you wanted to beat him at. but to banri, you were just another tryhard that wouldn’t survive in the real world

it was when you were the only student getting every question right that you talked to him for the first time. you rose your hand again, a pleasant expression on your face as your teacher looked around, sighing as everyone averted their gaze

before the teacher could call your name, you felt a wadded–up paper ball hit the back of your head and a snicker. the class went dealthy quiet for once

you whipped your head to the back to see banri’s egotistical maniac of a smirk staring right back at you

“nerd.” banri dropped, his arms behind his head and feet propped up on his desk. his bag wasn’t even open and his pencil was stuck behind his ear. what a troublemaker

“mr. settsu! apologize this instant, we do not tolerate name–calling in this classroom.” your teacher reprimanded maturely, watching as banri shrugged and put his feet on the ground with a loud thud. leaning forward, banri put his hands together with an exaggerated sad face as he batted his eyelashes

“i’m so sorry~” banri laughed, his mocking tone making you narrow your eyes, plastering on a fake smile as you simply nodded and turned around. it wasn’t worth it to fight with someone who didn’t even care

anger boiled in your blood, all you wanted to do was turn around and give him a solid punch

yet, you straightened your posture, answering each question precisely with a tight grip on your pencil as you felt more spitballs land near you

no boy was going to get you to stop focusing, and especially take class time away

banri didn’t know why he bothered trying to piss you off anymore when you didn’t react. it was boring him, to say the least

when he “accidentally” stole your lunch, you just used your allowance to buy something from the lunch ladies (who absolutely hated that they had no evidence he stole from the fruit bar). when he knocked your books over off the desk with a bang, you just picked them back up and moved to a different table. hell, he even started a grade–wide game that pretended you weren’t there. you didn’t care, you kept doing your schoolwork

you were so, so boring

banri was on cleaning–duty for vandalism or whatever, something that didn’t follow the school guidelines. he was assigned to his homeroom classroom and had to wipe down the desks, sweep the room, and scrape off gum under any surface

“what the hell...” 13–year–old banri cursed, kicking at the dust pan as he didn’t want to start. he didn’t clean, he was good at it, he just didn’t like doing it

turning on his heel to ditch the classroom and deal with the consequences later, he was face to face with the fakest smile ever as you leaned against the doorframe (seemingly satisfied with his predicament)

“sorry, settsu. i’m here to supervise you to make sure you’re cleaning, today.” you dropped your sweet, quiet tone and revealed the truth: a tough, tired attitude that was ready to snap at any point. banri raised his eyebrow, crossing his arms as he scoffed, looking to the side

this should be fun

“oh yeah? what will you do to stop me? can you even handle me, i’ve seen how you don’t score shit in gym.” banri spat, your lip twitched at the swear as you had an incredulous look

two could play at this game, you weren’t backing down

“i’m not here to fight, settsu. i want you to hurry up so i can go home and do my homework.” you heard his sickening laugh throughout the empty hallway. it echoed, reminding you how he had no filter or manners whatsoever

“homework?! imagine needing that to pass. even i don’t do my work... and i’m at the top. how sad.” banri fueled the flame on purpose, eyes glinting with something of boredom and a wicked evil found in prepubescent boys

“you wouldn’t know what that’s like, though, right?”

you clenched your fist, all the pent–up rage you withheld in to have the higher ground was beginning to turn your vision red

“come on,” banri grinned, finding fun in driving you insane as he lazily moved into a fighting position, not expecting anything. “hit me—”

you didn’t remember what happened next, but you had to sit next to banri who had a black eye with an ice pack up to it in the principal’s office

both you and banri received a weeks worth of suspension for having a fight on school grounds

you hated settsu banri. and he found you interesting, so he didn’t say anything when he came back, letting the rumors die down

banri wanted to be your friend. your punch wasn’t even all that bad, maybe he could teach you how to hold your fist

but you avoided him at all costs now. he started going to school more frequently, and played impractical jokes on you in between classes just to get a reaction

you didn’t do anything. you just requested a schedule change and had classes on the opposite side of the building

classes became boring again, no one wanted to fight with him because they knew they’d lose, and he stopped attending classes out of spite

banri couldn’t believe he may have finally met someone who had some balls to do something to his shitty attitude and you just left

but throughout the years leading up to his first year in hanasaki, banri had immense respect for your 12–year–old self who landed a nasty hit (it totally would’ve k.o.–ed him if this was a video game)

banri had his eye out to see if you were in the front row with your hand up, or if you were hiding in the library behind towering shelves, or if you were even just moving past him in the crowds of people in the hallways

but it’s like you disappeared out of no where, how boring

you kept a secluded, mysterious reputation. no one had anything to say about you because you did nothing to get attention. so banri couldn’t even track you down through the grapevine of gossip

you disappeared and remained second (behind banri, of course)

as school went on and the summers cleared his mind, banri slowly forgot all about the young kid who gave him a black eye

as he passed the exams to qualify for entry in hanasaki, he didn’t even think twice if you were gonna be there

second year at hanasaki academy. 16–year–old banri nearly dropped out because of his own insatiable boredom. he got into more fights (he always won), ignored his classmates, and just kept being a huge jackass even unprovoked

school was so, so boring

class rankings were released after finals, banri remembered strolling up to expect his name at the top spot but watched as the crowd of students nervously parted to let him through

his eyes automatically landed at the #1 spot (he never checked anyone below him, they were dumb) but it wasn’t his name. instead, he saw yours. you were beating him

letting out a sarcastic laugh, banri backed up and left without another word, leaving the students to breathe a sigh of relief they weren’t the next victim of an infamous settsu roundhouse

how long had you been at this? how long did you study just to see your name printed over his? he must’ve been a big deal to you

banri ditched school early, about to hop the back fence before he noticed a flash of the academy’s school uniform above. halfway up the fence, banri looked behind him. no one. looked up, and you were sitting at the edge of the rooftop, swinging your legs casually

after all these years, and banri found you on accident

“hey.” banri drawled, waving up to you who seemed lost in your own world. you had a loose grip on some textbook, staring off into the slow clouds. you must’ve missed the lunch bell signaling the end of eating. you? skipping class? it was almost too funny to be true

banri bristled under the lack of attention. it’s been years and this was the response he got? he was ready to start shaking the fence to alert everyone within a one mile radius he was here. yet, banri noticed the hardcover textbook that must’ve cost hundreds begin slipping from your fingers. you didn’t care to notice

“hey! hey! what the fuck!” banri tried to make you snap out of it, but he swore as he leaped from the fence as soon as the book started falling. you shook your head rapidly like you just woke up, nearly falling over as you watched banri catch the heavy textbook with one hand as he rolled onto the rough pavement. it was a move out of a superhero film, like he was a professional stunt double

you gasped, scrambling to get off the edge and jumped. banri was about to yell a very inappropiate curse, but you grabbed onto the tree branch nearby and climbed down easily. it was like you did this countless times... what the hell happened to you and who was this that replaced you?

“oh my god! i am so sorry, i wasn’t paying attention at all.” you apologized sincerly, offering your hand to help pull him to his feet. banri ignored the pain in his shoulder and hip as he pushed himself up, the scrapes on his palms and rips in his uniforms making him wince for a moment. you noticed

“you idiot! what were you thinking? you could’ve died!” banri snapped, pushing the textbook to your chest as you stumbled back, eyes wide. you huffed, feeling aggressive as every instinct to fight with him came back as strong as ever despite banri’s heroic act

“don’t act like you know everything about me! i said i was sorry, what else do you want?” you fought back, pushing him back even harder with your book. banri felt something burn inside him for the time ever since you punched him: excitement

“let’s settle this. you. me. right here. right now.” banri got into a battle stance, pretending to be very serious when he didn’t even hit girls. but, he wanted to piss you off so bad. he was so bored of his life being on super ultra easy mode (it was like you were the final boss)

he didn’t even get another word out before you sighed, put your backpack and books down gently, rolled your eyes, spun around, and kicked him straight in the jaw

you had used the infamous settsu roundhouse kick against him

this time, he was much stronger than he was before at thirteen. he straightened himself up, stared at your clenched fists, and laughed

“after all this time, you never learned how to throw a real punch?” banri taunted, but the playful tone of his voice gave himself away. you slowly backed down, going back to your normal position as you revealed a tired smile. you ran your hand through your hair, seeming to contemplate on whether or not you should respond before shrugging

“never really had to fight losers like you before.” you retorted and banri gave an impressed look that you even made a comeback. rubbing his jaw and feeling the bruise about to form, banri watched as you stuffed your books into your bag

“by the way, that was for everything you put me through in middle school.” you stood up, flipped him both with hands confidently, and left. turning the corner, you winked and shot him a finger gun, showing you didn’t hold any grudges anymore for his stupid behavior

“wait—dammit.” banri rushed to catch up with you, but you were already gone the moment he went over. there was no trace of you and banri kicked the wall out of frustration, regretting it immediately when he forgot about his injured leg

“mr. settsu!” he heard from one of the classroom windows and looked up, seeing his maths teacher glare at him. uh oh

banri put his hands up, knowing security would have to come drag his ass to class

he could’ve swore he heard your laugh as he got yelled at for getting caught, making him subconsciously smile

(banri got into more trouble when the teacher thought he saw it as a joke)

gossip was exchanged as banri came into class sporting a bruised jaw and ripped clothes. they said the gangster was finally taken down by someone who he was no match for, it was almost laughable

i let them win, banri thought, barely paying attention to whatever his teacher was writing on the blackboard

but banri wanted more competition. he couldn’t just let you hit him even if he fully, 100% deserved it

banri closed his eyes, falling asleep with his hand in his cheek. you better not have any plans this afternoon

it was 5pm. you were heading out of school after finishing all your extracurricular duties. it was exhausting pretending to care, faking a smile just so your superiors thought you were the perfect leader. whatever gets you into university, right?

you needed a break. you stepped up to the rooftop after sneaking into the locked stairway. oddly enough, it was already open. you tip–toed in on guard, preparing to hit someone with your bag before you noticed a shadow against the pavement

but as soon as you stepped out, banri was waiting

it was nearly sunset, and banri was playing some game on his phone against one of the benches against the border

you paused, not sure what to say before he casually looked up and did a double take, rushing to pocket his phone and standing up

silence. like you two had nothing to say after all these years. you didn’t expect to see him again, you stopped caring about his laziness and focused on yourself even if you didn’t have the motivation anymore

banri awkwardly put his hands in his pockets, the blazer elbows almost torn to shreds. a strand of his hair fell in front of his face, you wanted to reach out and push it back

here you were, with a perfect appearance with nothing out of place, as expected of a model student. your uniform was ironed to perfection and had no creases despite your tree jump. you learned how to get rid of the evidence

when nothing seemed to be happening, you almost turned around before banri spoke way too loudly

“i’m sorry.” banri choked out, like he was saying it against his will. you froze, not wanting to turn around as you gripped the strap of your backpack. was he being serious?

“i’m... sorry for basically picking on you in middle school. it was dumb of me, i was stupid.” banri explained, appearing cool but his fingers were clearly fidgeting in his pockets. oh, he was serious

a part of your child self felt like it was healed, knowing you had one over settsu banri. you nodded, turning slowly to face your childhood rival. your childhood competitor. the childhood champion of everything

this time, you were the winner, but it didn’t feel like it

“yeah? i’m sorry for beating your ass twice then.” you joked, seeing the tension leave his shoulders as he naturally laughed. it was almost therapeutic to finally not fight for something for once

“truce?” banri put his fist out, and you didn’t even have to think about it before moving forward and fist–bumping him

“truce.”

you and banri became close after your so–called peace treaty. you put all the rivalry behind you, you forgave him

banri surprisingly understood you had a “perfect reputation” to uphold despite all the secret trouble you got in. in public, he stayed away and pretended like you didn’t exist. in private, you two snuck onto the rooftop to have lunch and stay until night, talking about nothing and everything at once

you even tried getting him back on track, using the temptation of competition to trick him in doing his work (it at least worked half the time)

(“i definitely could finish this faster than you!” banri protested, scribbling his answers and he always finished first. he never realized what you were doing when he was in the heat of the moment)

banri had never stayed at school this long, his attendance was making a come back and he was even looking forward to times he could see you in between classes

(he never put this much effort in, he didn’t want to find out he wasn’t naturally good at being your friend)

everything was good. you two were compatiable friends who cursed every middle school teacher who set them up to be enemies. you swore at teachers who now abused their position of power and laughed about leading a revolution. you two were young, dumb teens who wanted change. you wanted anarchy, he knew enough about it to get behind it

banri texted you screenshots of his elite gaming status in the game he recommended to you, getting a response the next day proving you were almost at his level. damn. he could respect that

banri took you to his favorite local arcade, (believe it or not) after you claimed you could at least tie him at something. when he saw you get frustrated, he pretended to stumble on the arrow pad for DDR and feigned annoyance as you beat him for once. he even gave you his spare coins once he got bored and watched you, adding unnecessary commentary you’d kick him for

(“not again!” banri pretended to cower, protecting his jaw that was already healed)

you guys would even raid 24/7 stores after leaving school, stocking up on snacks and energy drinks so you could stay awake throughout the day after game night

but his favorite thing to do with you was sneaking out and returning you back before curfew. banri was naturally a homebody that didn’t find the outside fun, but when you confessed you never had a late night drive before, he arrived a block away and nearly gave you a heart attack when he knocked on your window

(you two agreed to have a special code and banri would knock to the beat of your favorite game’s theme song)

that night, you sat on the hood of his car and watched the stars, unaware of how banri couldn’t tear his eyes away from you

when banri dropped you off and helped you back in with his hand at your back, he nearly fell off the tree as you made your way onto your second–floor bedroom

you smiled, a strangeness to your windswept hair and messy clothes. you didn’t care what you looked like around him

banri gulped, forcing himself down the tree as he ran to his car, heart racing a mile a minute

what the hell was that? banri took a deep breath in the driver’s seat, rubbing his forehead as he groaned. why did he feel like this? did you do something to his soda or something?

as banri drove home, he flipped on the radio. teenage dirtbag by wheatus blasted on the inner roads

“how does she know who i am? why does she give a damn about me?”

banri braked, the car halting in the middle of the road. it was 3am, the street lights gave way to the empty, deserted road

oh my god. he liked you

he liked the person who gave him a black eye, got him a week suspension, kicked him in the jaw, and got him caught by his teacher

teenage dirtbag faded out on the street as banri sat there, listening to the lyrics

“fuck.” banri deadpanned, knowing things wouldn’t be good if he kept acting up like this

well, everything was good, until that night

banri arrived at midnight sharp like always. you rolled out of bed with full clothing ready for any night activity he planned

he took your hand to go down even though he knew damn well you didn’t need the help. sneaking out was like second nature at this point, it was a miracle you two hadn’t been busted yet

you two were stealthy, avoided all the cameras your parents put in place after noticing there were footsteps imprinted on the grass (it didn’t bother banri, he liked the challenge)

speeding off, banri slowed down to the speed limit once he saw you push the roof down and stick your upper body out into the wind. he shook his head, lowering the windows as well. he heard you scream along to whatever pop song was on at the top of your lungs

in that moment, you forget you were hanasaki academy’s perfect model student. you were just a person having the time of their life with their best friend

pulling into an abandoned parking lot, banri stopped in the middle as he tugged your shirt down. his wolfish grin seemed electric, like he was high on a predictable adrenaline rush already

“hey, do you trust me?” banri revved the engine, one hand on the wheel and the other out as a fist

it felt like that day back on the school rooftop where you made a truce with your middle school rival. like everything was about to change

without a second thought, you bumped your fist to his. “i do.”

banri shifted to level one as he turned the wheels to a full direction. you held onto the edge of the door as you realized what he was about to do

“you’re joking!” you yelled over the sound of the engine, banri flashing you a quick wink before the car started spinning. he was doing donuts because you said you wanted donuts the other day, this was not what you meant!

“you knew i didn’t mean it like this, you jerk!” you protested, but couldn’t help but laugh along with banri as smoke rose from the tire tracks on the concrete. you felt dizzy, but you never felt more alive laughing with your best friend in the middle of the night

banri suddenly stopped, his foot on the brake as a distant shout made you freeze

“hey, who’s trespassing?!”

“go, go, go!” you yelled, pushing banri’s arm as his foot triggered the gas and changed the speed. you guys zoomed out of the supposedly “abandoned” parking lot, hearing the random owner attempt to chase after you before tripping on his own feet

“holy shit!” you exclaimed, not feeling sorry you were laughing at the man who was now shaking his fist at you. you knew it was too dark to even see banri’s license plate, you were fine. you felt your energy peak as you couldn’t help but turn around with a wide smile

“did you see that guy’s face, he looked like he was ready to kill—” you started but banri braked again, both hands tightly gripping the wheel. you almost lurched forward but banri stuck his arm out against your chest, holding you to your seat as he glared at you

“how is this funny to you? we... you! you almost got caught! your future would’ve been ruined, do you understand how severe that situation was?!” banri ranted, sweating as he had to practice controlled breathing to prevent himself from saying something he’d regret. he was so worried, he never cared this much

“so what at this point? what’s there to even live for after college?” you scoffed, crossing your arms as you looked away. banri’s arm started retracting, but he randomly grabbed your face and pulled you over the divider, looking you deeply in the eyes like he never wanted to let you go. like he wanted to remember this forever

“me. live for me.” banri muttered, before he closed the distance between you two. your childhood rival, competitor, and enemy liked you

high on adrenaline, you kissed back. you were on top of the world

and suddenly, everything was good again

you both won

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[sinner-as-saint]

Kill For You (Mob! Seb AU)

Part 3 of: Back For You and Want You Back.

 Run-through: A phone call from your dad changed your life instantly. One moment you were cuddling in bed with the mob boss, and the next you were rushing out of your house; running away from the one who claimed you as his. Were you right to do so?

Themes: dark! Seb, violence, smut, mob! Seb, dark family history.

A/N: The symbols “^^^” means a change in POV. Also, this is a long fic, grab your food.

   A/N: OMFG IMMA SAY THIS AGAIN, i will always be a hoe for this shoot!! 

Your heart was pounding; like a prey’s when trying to escape the jaws of death. Was Sebastian chasing you? No, not yet.

 You drove with one hand, while the other one rubbed your temple in weak attempts to alleviate the excruciating headache which you were experiencing.

God, what am I doing? You asked yourself, but again, your conscience did not reply.

Your eyes flicked to the folded piece of paper which was carelessly thrown on the passenger’s seat. The address which was written was not far; only a 15 minute drive from your dad’s house. Yet, it felt scary.

Actually the whole situation was scary; sleeping with a mob boss, running away from him, him eventually finding you and now the recent phone conversation with your dad.

You just hoped Sebastian would give up on you.

Yet, a little part of you; hidden in the depth of your heart; a little bit of hope burned bright – and it made you wish that Sebastian comes and takes you away like the prince charming on his white horse that you talked to him about, the first time you met him.

You sighed remembering that night in the pub. If all of this wouldn’t have happened, if Sebastian didn’t turned out to be a mob boss, how simple and easy things would’ve been?

You’d go to work the next day and brag about it to Liana, your co-worker. You’d tell her you met with a fine piece of man last night, that he took you home and disappeared in the morning without leaving behind any note or making any promises of coming back for you.

Things would’ve been easier that way. So much easier.

Lost in your thoughts, while the GPS gave you the necessary direction; you didn’t realize that you reached your unfamiliar destination already.

And the sight of it caused a familiar upsetting feeling in your gut.

 ^^^

 Sebastian walked in the room once again when he ended the call.

“Sorry babe, that was- babe? Babygirl, you’re in the bathroom? Y/n?” he called out, checking every corner of the room but was unable to find you.

He could’ve sworn he left you right here in bed. He was gone for barely five minutes, where could you have gone?

“Babygirl, come on,” he called out again and the only thing he heard back was his own voice echoing in the empty house.

 He approached the bed and set his phone down on the bedside table. Where is she?

He thought you probably went to get a drink, but he was just outside, he’d see you stepping out of the room. Right?

Suddenly, he noticed a folded piece of paper on the table beside him. The pen next to it had its cap off so whoever used it must’ve been in a hurry.

He was weirdly calm as he reached for the folded piece of paper. He held it in his hand and almost scoffed at the sight of it.

She wouldn’t, would she? She won’t leave me, again. She can’t. She’s mine.

He unfolded the pale yellow piece of paper and read the words scribbled upon it. Once, twice, three times.

It took him 3 reads to finally make sense of what was written on the paper; in a rushed, messy handwriting.

 -I can’t do this.

Love can’t be forced onto someone.

You need help.

 He chuckled, darkly. Oh you did it, you ran away again.

He liked chasing you, but you took it too far this time.

He folded the note again and placed it beside him carefully. He hurried to find his clothes and put them back on and while he did so, he stared at the spot on the ground where your unpacked luggage was just a few minutes ago.

He was trying his best not to let his anger get to his head. Because God knows what he would do when blinded by his anger.

 He took the note and slide it into his pockets. Sebastian let out a sigh as he stepped out of the room, taking a deep breath to get one last whiff of your floral scent which lingered in the air around the room.

Oh how he missed you already.

 He sighed again when he entered the driver’s seat of his car; the same one he drove to the pub, where he met you for the first time.

He grabbed the steering wheel and leaned his head back against the cool leather and closed his eyes. For the first time in all of his life, the notorious mob boss found himself in a dilemma. For the first time in years, he had no idea of what his next move should be.

Should he call Chris and ask him to track you down?

Should he go after you himself? He was experienced, one way or another he���ll end up finding you, but since you disappeared in thin air; that was gonna be difficult.

What would people say if they found out? What would his allies think of him if they found out that he could even keep his girl in check, that he couldn’t control her?

If people found out that his girl ran from him, which would be an ultimate embarrassment to the mob boss.

So, starting the car with a press of a button, pressing the gas and putting his ego and his reputation above everything else; the mob boss set out to look for you.

And he prayed that you knew that if the pathway that’ll lead to you ever required him to eliminate someone; he wouldn’t think twice. As he loved you enough to kill for you.

 ^^^

 You sheepishly got out of your car, clutching the folded piece of paper which contained the address. You looked up and in front of you was a house, identical to your dad’s in structure; only it was slightly larger. The front yard was a bit messy and it looked like it hadn’t been maintained in a long while.

The paint on the outside walls of the house looked a bit old, and certain places were covered in moss.

 You walked timidly till the front door and knocked, hoping to see your dad but instead; an unexpected person appeared and pulled you in for a bone crushing hug.

“Y/N!! Oh my Goodness! Thank God you’re okay, what did he do to you? Did he hurt you? Did h-,”

“Liana? What the hell are you doing here? Who- what- what is happening? Is my dad here?” to say you were confused would be an understatement. You were completely baffled at this point.

“Yeah, he’s inside. Come on in, we’ll explain everything to you. I know it might be a lot to take in, but, please you have to believe us,” Liana said, closing the door and dragging you into what seemed like the living area.

She was your friend/co-worker at the pub. What in the world was she doing here?

 As she pulled you into the living room across the long hallway, you managed to take a brief look around. You saw pictures of your mom and dad, when they were still together. The pictures looked old, and the frames looked like they were covered in thick layers of dust. You looked at the pictures rapidly, and a lot of them made sense.

There was one of your mom and dad from when they visited Paris, before you were born. There was another framed which held the picture of your mom and dad dancing at their wedding. There was one of your dad, and another man; whom you didn’t know, and he looked a lot like him.

You rushed through the pictures rapidly, and one in particular caught your attention. It was of a man, standing next to a woman, and the woman was holding a two year old. It looked like a normal family picture until you realized that the two year old was you, and the ones holding you weren’t your parents.

Who were they?

 “She’s here,” Liana announced as the two of you stepped into the living room. You stood awkwardly behind her and in front of you were your dad, Mariah, your mom and an unknown young man.

“Mom? What is- what’s going on?” you asked again, out of confusion. You prayed that this was all a dream and that you would wake up in your bed back in your little town. You wished none of this ever happened.

“Hey peanut, come here,” your dad took a step forward and extended both his arms. You hurried into his arms and closed your eyes, letting your tears fall.

“Dad! I missed you!” you spoke through the tears and opened your eyes to find your mom sniffling too. She looked like she was in shock, she looked scared.

“Hey mom,” you spoke as you pulled away from your dad and hugged her. She hugged you tightly, and sobbed.

Ever since they broke up, you rarely saw your mom.

“Oh my baby, I’m so sorry I had to leave you, I’m sorry,” she sobbed against your shoulder.

What does she mean ‘had to leave you’?

“Mom, it’s okay,” you tried calming her down, and since she wasn’t getting a grip on herself, your dad had to step in.

“Ellie, please, I need to talk to Y/n,” he spoke in a tone you did not quite understand.

“Let’s go upstairs, peanut. We have a lot to talk about,” your dad spoke again, giving you a faint smile.

 Your mother finally let you go and your dad ushered you upstairs. You followed him in pure confusion, and a slight bit of fear.

 He led you to a study room, similar to the one he had at his place. Only this one was empty; dark red walls, and only a wooden desk and two chairs on either side of it. The shelves were free of any books, and the table was empty as well.

“Have a seat honey,” he pointed to one of the chairs as he settled on the other one.

“Dad, please. Just tell me what’s going on,” you pleaded and he did everything to avoid your eyes.

He sighed. He looked upset.

“Honey… Y/n, promise me whatever happens, no matter what I tell you, will change nothing between us. Can you promise me that?” he asked and an unsettling feeling formed in your gut. Again.

“Yes, yes okay, fine. Just tell me,” your voice was desperate. Desperate to finally figure out what was going on.

Your dad sighed again.

 “You were two years old, when my brother and our wives went on a family trip including you. We stayed at a cabin in the woods and were having a great time when my brother’s wife told us a man with a gun was at the door. My brother was, well, a bad person. But he loved his family more than anything. And when it came to protecting it, he wasn’t afraid to sacrifice himself,” your dad spoke, his eyes glossy with tears as they threatened to fall.

Woah, you thought, you never knew all this.

“Dad, what do you mean by bad person? Was he like Sebastian o-,”

“Y/n! Don’t you dare utter his name in this house!” the chilling tone he used was enough to shut you up.

“My brother was nothing like them. He was just, helpless. When we were young, and abandoned by our mother, he had no choice but to join the mafia so he could raise me. The day he died was the worst day of my life, I lost my brother and… you lost your dad,” he spoke softly, his eyes searching yours.

The last few words he spoke replayed in your head like a broken record.

You lost your dad… you lost your dad… you lost your dad

 “What- what does that mean?” you managed to choke out. Your head was spinning as you tried to wrap your bran around what he had just said.

“Oh peanut, you promised this wouldn’t change anything between us. You, well, you’re my brother’s daughter. One of the Stans murdered him that night, and your mother Ellie hasn’t been the same ever since, which is why she moved away from you. I had to take care of my own family, that’s why when you came of age, I left you at home. That boy you saw outside is my son, and Mariah is my wife, she has always been. We’re so sorry we had to hide this from you,” he spoke and stopped for a second just to make sure you were still following.

“We thought you would lead a normal life, away from your father’s past and our buried family history. It would all be well if that rascal did not lay his eyes on you. He ruined everything. And when I found out that you were coming to New York, I knew something was up. I had, uh, my people look into it and they said a certain…Stan visited you at home. So, I had to step in. You will always be my daughter, Y/n. I have loved you like my own, kept my own son away from me. This won’t change anything between us, right?” he continued, leaning forward slightly.

He watched you as your heart broke into a million pieces, and silent tears fell down your face. His face was surprisingly expressionless.

Your whole life had been a lie, hadn’t it? You tried to cry but you couldn’t find the energy to. Your mind was blank, unable to think.

 “Honey? Hey, peanut come on, I know it hurts. But you still have your family here with you. You belong here, with us. You’re home sweetheart, and you’re safe. You’re away from him,” he spoke again.

“I just- the pictures they, mom is- I, I’m sorry. I think I need to be alone for a while,” you whispered, closing your eyes and allowing the hot tears to fall down your cheeks.

It was too much, way too much. You were afraid you would lose your mind if you didn’t step away to get a grip on your racing thoughts.

Your… uncle agreed and let your step outside. He yelled a name, you heard it but your brain didn’t register it. You felt like you were gonna faint.

You felt a pair of hands grabbing you.

“Y/N! Hey, hey you okay? Take my hand, let’s go to your room,” your heard a voice say. Liana, perhaps.

 You walked, and walked while your thoughts raced. You saw your feet move, and with each step; the words repeated themselves.

You lost your dad…you lost your dad…One of the Stans murdered him… that rascal laid his eyes on you… you’re home now… you lost your dad.

It was too much, way too much.

 You didn’t realize you were sobbing until your body hit the ground. Liana was no longer there. The carpet upon which you curled up in a ball was dusty, the room was well furnished but it looked old.

Your tears didn’t stop.

 Liana was right outside the bedroom door. She heard, she heard everything when your uncle explained all the stuff to you. She has known you for a little bit, but the girl really liked you.

She was sent to befriend you and become your co-worker at the pub; she was sent by your own uncle. So she knew from the beginning. She knew it all, and she knew just who to call.

As she heard your sobs, she grabbed her phone, made sure no one was around and dialed a certain number.

It rang once. Then twice, and then they picked up.

“Hello?” the husky voice said from the other side.

“Boss, they have her,” she whispered, turning around to make sure no one was hearing her talk. Liana told him everything he needed to know. Including all the lies which were involved.

 ^^^

  Sebastian toyed with his shiny gun in his hands as he sat in the living area of his home in New York. Scotch in his hand, and his most trusted friend in front of him; the thought of you gone was driving the mob boss crazy.

“Liana called yet?” Chris asked from the other side of the room. A minute ago, he was barking orders at his people too, but when he saw his boss/best friend looking all upset for the first time in his life; he realized that you being gone was actually harsh on Sebastian.

“No,” was all Sebastian said.

Oh he was angry, very angry. At himself, at you, at whoever it was that took you away from him; at everything.

He missed you, your face, your touch, your voice; everything about you. He needed his girl, and she wasn’t here.

He gulped down the burning liquid at one go and poured himself another. Not even alcohol was helping him in getting rid of the thought of you.

He had sent his people everywhere; Paris, New York, back in your town, even sent some at some nearby airports. But none could find you.

Chris sighed.

“Dude, it’s just a girl. You’ll find a thousand more, just say the word. Women basically throw themselves at you, man, if she doesn’t want this, then let her go. You’ll find someone else, someone better,” Chris reasoned with his friend and all he got back was a death glare.

Sebastian gave him his signature death glare from the stool of his indoor bar. He leaned against the counter, and even that reminded him of you. He thought about the day he first met you, and how gorgeous you looked with your dark green polo shirt, and your messy hair and shiny e/c eyes.

“Oh come on! Look at you, you’re Sebastian Stan, the most notorious mob boss in this fucking country. Look at you being a softie for a girl who left you and ran away to someone else! Get over it-,” before he could finish his sentence, he had to duck down till his body hit the ground because Sebastian aimed in his direction with his gun.

A series of cuss words left his mouth as he covered his ears while on the ground.

The gun shots boomed across the entire house as Sebastian fired at nothing in particular; a vase or two broke. Maybe even a glass pane, but Chris wasn’t hurt – luckily.

And once the booming gunshots stopped, Sebastian spoke up.

“Stop talking,” was all Sebastian said, after which he gulped down another shot of whiskey and as he began pouring himself another glass, his phone rang – vibrating on the counter top.

 “Hello?” he answered the call without even bothering to check who the caller was.

“Boss, they have her,” came the female voice from the other side. Sebastian sat up straight in the stool, while Chris walked up to him; trying to figure out what caused this sudden change in his demeanor.

 Fuck! He should’ve known that you’d fall right into whatever trap they would lay out in your path. He should’ve known.

 “And?” Sebastian wanted to know more from Liana, after all, she was his spy. He sent her to the rivals just so she could keep an eye on them.

He didn’t know that they would buy her façade so much that they’d send her to keep an eye on their daughter who knew nothing of her family’s criminal background.

Liana was working for the Y/L/Ns but she reported back to Sebastian whenever there was something he needed to know. And right now, he needed to know how they were treating his girl.

“They’re feeding her lies. He told her the made up cabin story he tells everyone, and told her how one of your family killed her dad and everything. I think she bought it because she, well, she…” her voice came to a halt, and Sebastian’s heart skipped a beat.

He jumped off the stool at the mention of his girl and as worry washed over him. He thought he’d be angry at Y/n, but he wasn’t. He was worried, he needed to know that she was safe.

Was he actually being a softie like Chris said?

“What? She what? Where is she? Is she okay?” he asked in exasperation and Liana explained everything much slower once again.

Sebastian understood that your uncle had you, and that he was feeding you lies. He wanted to see you, hold you in his arms, look into your e/c eyes and tell you the truth. He didn’t want you to hate him, he wanted you to trust him.

Your uncle was…not to be trusted. He knew that, but you didn’t. You were being manipulated and he hated that.

I need to see her.

 “I need to see her,” he repeated at Liana and she almost lost her shit.

“What? Are you insane? I can’t let you I-,”

“I’m Sebastian Stan, I do what I want. And when I want to see my girl, no son of a bitch will stop me. Do what you have to do, I’ll be there tonight. I need to see her,” he spoke in his bossy tone. And it shut Liana up.

“Will do, Boss,” was all she said and ended the call.

 Sebastian placed his phone back on the counter top and let out a sigh of relief.

 “So… you’re going to see her? At Connor’s place? You’re going to the Y/L/Ns? You know he hates you more than anything, right? Take some men with you, I’ll h-,” Chris got cut off by Sebastian’s annoyed voice.

“Do you ever stop talking, man? Don’t tell me what to do! I have a plan, just handle their security cameras,” Sebastian ordered as he made a mental plan on how to reach you.

He grabbed his phone again and sent a text to Liana, telling her to get everyone out of the house by 10 p.m. He’d drive there and see you, while Chris will have his people hack into your uncle’s security cameras and delete all the footage which needed to be deleted.

He would a couple of his men guard the premises while he talked to you. He really needed to clear things out. And he needed to you know the truth.

 ^^^

 “Are you sure, honey? You know you can come along, just say so,” your Uncle Connor said while he stood right at the door frame of your temporary bedroom.

It seemed unreal to you how just hours ago you thought this man was your dad. Your biological father, but now he’s just… Uncle Connor.

You were curled up in bed, holding a pillow under your chin as you politely refused him. They all to leave suddenly, to… meet someone? An old family friend, maybe? You didn’t bother listening to wherever it was they were going. You were way too caught up in the chaos which occurred in your mind.

“Okay then, Liana and Dylan will be right here, okay. You kids be safe, alright? I’ll see when we get back, we won’t be long I promise,” with that said, he shut the door and you sighed as you heard his footsteps walking away.

You didn’t want to talk to anybody, you didn’t care who kept you company or who went away. You just discovered that the one you thought was your dad, is actually your uncle. You just found out that your family has a criminal history. You found out that someone actually murdered your real father, and that someone was a family member of the mob boss you slept with a few days ago. And although you were never close to your mom, you felt bad for her. And even though you don’t remember you real father, the revelation of his death did cause a void in your heart.

Fuck. This was a lot to take in.

 You weren’t crying anymore. You didn’t want to. You just needed to get away from here and never look back. You wanted to be back at your small town, and wake up complaining about going to work at the pub.

The thought of going back home was comforting. But going back home would always remind you of why you wanted to leave in the first place.

Sebastian…

You whispered his name under your breath and close your eyes as his face popped into your mind. He was, unforgettable. The power he carried, the way he knew he could do whatever the hell he wanted, the recklessness in him; the danger which lurked around him – it was addicting.

You were afraid and ashamed to admit it, but you wouldn’t dislike him being here right now, with you.

Yup, all this mess has finally made me crazy. You thought.

 A few seconds later, you heard knocking at the door. You had no energy left to physically open the door so you yelled from your unmoved spot on the bed.

“Yeah?”

“Y/n, its Liana. I, uh, I just wanted to let you know that if you need anything I’ll be downstairs in the basement playing video games with Dylan. Okay?” came Liana’s slightly muffled voice from the other side of the room.

“Yeah, okay,” was all you replied with and listened intently to her fading footsteps as she walked away.

 You laid around in the bed, and admitted that it was weirdly comfortable and expensive looking. Maybe this whole mob/criminal business really did pay well.

 After a while of doing nothing at all, you glanced at your phone and saw that it was quarter to 10, so you decided to take a shower because long, hot showers made everything much more bearable.

You opened your luggage and fished out a sleeping garment; boy shorts and a white tee, your daily PJs. You walked into the bathroom attached to the room and began undressing, then slipped under the hot water.

The door was slightly opened, and the air got slightly colder than before; felt like a breeze just rushed through. Weird, you thought, you don’t remember opening any windows.

 After your long shower, a full 30 minutes later; you quickly got dressed and stepped out of the bathroom, untying your hair from the topknot and letting it fall down your back.

You through the towel in the hamper and walked over to the wide open window. You wanted to feel scared. But you didn’t.

You felt numb. Like as if nothing would surprise you anymore. Not even if a certain mob boss barged into your room like he did in your other house.

You scoffed. He wouldn’t come here. Not if he knew about the whole t-

 “We really need to stop meeting like this,” said a voice from behind you.

 You were halfway through closing the window, but his words got you frozen in your spot.

You closed your eyes and almost laughed at the irony. If this was a book you were reading, this would be the part where you’d close the book, take a breath and sigh, and open the book again to keep on reading. Unfortunately, you couldn’t pause time in real life.

You knew you’d have to turn around eventually. You knew you’d see his face. You weren’t ready for it, yet a part if you knew that his face would, surprisingly, act as a balm to this situation.

You turned around reluctantly. You thought you would scream and shout until either Liana or Dylan, your cousin, came upstairs to help you out; but it seemed like your body refused to listen to you.

You could feel the blood rushing through your body, you could hear your heartbeats ringing in your ears. Your hands were shaking slightly; you didn’t know if it was out of fear or because you needed to hold on to someone.

 “You need to go. Now,” was all you could say to him, and his face fell.

His eyes held an emotion you had never seen in them before. Pity? Repentance? Care or worry? You didn’t know what it was.

 “I promise I won’t be long, I just need to talk to you. Just let m-,”

You cut him off.

 “There’s nothing to talk about Sebastian. Just go. He, my- they’re gonna k-,”

He cut you off.

 “Just hear me out! Please, please just hear me out once. Just give me five minutes of your time. And after that, if you want me gone, I’ll go away without a word and you’ll never see me again. But please, baby, just listen to me,” he pleaded. He looked miserable and your eyes were quickly filling up with tears.

You simply nodded and took a step forward.

 “God! Fuck! I don’t even know where to- okay, listen. Your uncle, Connor. He’s a conman, a manipulative ass-,”

 You cut him off again.

“Watch it! He’s my-,”

 He took a step forward, and for the first time, you didn’t take one back.

“He’s your what? What did he tell you, huh? That he watched his brother get murdered, and that he raised you up like a daughter because he loved you? He lied, baby. It’s all a lie, the whole story is a lie!” he raised his voice slightly, emphasizing on the fact that your uncle lied to you.

 “And how would you know? You could be defending your-“

 “I’m not defending anyone! I know because my family was there too. My dad told me all about that night before he- before he died! Connor took you and your parents to that cabin, but not because he loved his brother, but because he wanted to kill him! He killed them both, your mom and your dad. That woman, Ellie only looks like your mother, she’s no one to you. She was hired,” Sebastian spoke and your heart broke a little more with each revelation that he made.

 You were waiting to feel something, anything, but again all you felt was nothing. Just numb.

 “Connor had a plan. He would kill his brother and the brother’s wife, and get their money. He needed the title that your dad had, of that of a well-known boss in the world which I’m from. Your dad did what I do. Our families weren’t enemies long ago, they were allies. That night, on which your parents were killed, my dad and some of his men were nearby. They heard gunshots and when they later discovered what happened, they threatened your uncle. Because we don’t kill our family, we protect them,” he continued and you listened calmly.

You were lied to again.

“My family thought what Connor did was terrible and were planning to get him out of the way but we heard the news that him and his wife took you and ran away to a small town. We tried to reach you, but Connor already had a gang of his own. He wanted your dad’s money, but your parent’s already had a will. A will which states that their money will be given to you when you turn 25. So, Connor had no other choice but to raise you like his own, until you turn 25. Baby, he is someone who is willing to do anything for the fortune that your parents left you. If he killed his brother, he won’t hesitate to… hurt you,” Sebastian finished and took a deep breath and waited for your reaction.

 “How do you know all of this? How do I know you’re no lying to me, because clearly everyone else is,” you asked, your eyes glossy with tears.

He sighed.

 “I just needed you to know this side of the story. You deserved to know that you were being lied to. And now that Ellie has played her part, I have a feeling they’ll get rid of her soon. This world, this life is a dirty game, babygirl. There are few you can trust, if any. And right now, I need you to trust me,” he said, walking up to you and placing his hand softly against your face.

Oh how he missed you.

 You closed your eyes briefly at his touch and opened them against, the back of your eyes burned as the tears threatened to fall.

 “Is that why he lied about you? I- how can I just believe you? You’re, you- you are one of them as well,” you asked, feeling slightly bad for comparing him to your uncle Connor.

God, what even is this life anymore?

 “That’s up to you, baby. All I wanted was to let you know that you shouldn’t trust him. Connor is capable of anything. Just, be safe for me. Please,” he looked you deep in the eyes with his worried blue ones.

 You finally let the tears fall. And sobbed.

 “I just want to go back home. I’m tired of this. I don’t want to be in this crossfire, I never asked for this. I just, want my old life back,” you sobbed and he pulled you in for a tight hug.

The mob boss was surprised at his own actions. He never thought he would be the type to care so much, but apparently he did.

 “Don’t cry, babe,” he said and lifted your chin up to look at your teary face. He didn’t like seeing you in tears.

 He could be lying as well, your brain projected at you. But after all that happened today, all the things you learnt; you believed that Sebastian wouldn’t sneak in the house of his rival’s house just to lie to you. He had to be telling the truth.

Well, then you just spent your whole life calling a murderer ‘dad’. What makes it worse is that he killed his own brother. The thought of it made you sick; you were just a pawn in their game. He didn’t love you like a daughter, he kept you as a bargain, as an assurance which he would then exchange for money later.

Would he kill you though? Was the love he showered you with all fake? All those Sundays you spent baking in the kitchen when you were younger, was that all for show? All the trips you went to as a family? All the promises he made of walking you down the aisle one day?

Turns out it was all fake.

 It could be the built up frustration, anger, fear and all the other emotions which you were feeling, you weren’t sure; but it somehow caused you to pull his neck down and connect his lips to yours. You could sense his surprise as he slowly kissed you back.

The kiss was messy and you could taste your salty tears in it, along with his raw taste and suddenly, there was just the two of you that mattered in the moment.

His arms circled around your waist as he deepened the kiss, tilting his head to the side slightly. He groaned as your lips lightly stroked the inside of his mouth.

Your hands wrapped around his shoulders as you felt him walk the two of you back until you hit the edge of the bed.

“Baby, I missed you so much,” he whispered as he took off his suit and his button down shirt, leaving him shirtless in front of you.

Despite the messy situation, you couldn’t help but traced a finger along his bare torso, down until his Adonis belt. Driven by the recklessness of the moment and the lust in your veins, you started unbuckling his belt when he stopped your actions, causing you to look up at him.

“Take your time later, babe. We have to be quick, and I need to be in you. Now,” he spoke in between kisses as he pushed you back on the bed, got rid of his pants and briefs and climbed on top of you again.

His hand slipped into your shorts and he pressed his fingers against your core, which started dripping with desire as soon as his cold fingers made their way into your folds.

 “Sebastian. . .” you moaned out his name and felt his fingers circling your clit faster at the sound of it.

His mouth was on your neck as you lifted your back off the bed slightly to get rid of your white shirt. His tongue slipped out and licked along your jaw and you let out a breathy moan. Fuck, his touch felt so right.

 He lifted himself off of you just for a moment, taking your shorts off and admiring your bare body under him. And he was in awe of your beauty.

“Seb!” you broke his reverie and dragged him back to reality and he chuckled and got back to kissing you again.

His mouth on yours and everything was alright in the world. Here you were, you thought, seeking refuge in the arms of a notorious mob boss who was feared by most people in the country. Life really took you to unexpected places.

You lost your train of thoughts when you felt a bulge pressed against your heat. His mouth was still assaulting the skin at your sweet spot and soon, he teased your entrance with his tip.

 You moaned out loud as your back arched off the bed and your hands gripped the sheets tightly as the familiar wave of euphoria washed over you.

Seeing your squirming body, he placed his mouth onto one of your breasts and gave the erected bud a soft suction.

He kissed his way upwards across your skin once again and captured your lips in a longing kiss; his tongue slipped past your lips while he slowly slipped his length past your glistening folds and into your entrance.

You whimpered as his thick cock stretched you to your maximum, you felt his length pulsating inside you, against your walls and in that moment that was all you could focus on. Just him.

His touch, his scent, his voice as he whispered your name over and over again under his breath as he filled you up to the brim.

He lifted his head to look at you with hooded eyes, he was breathing heavily and you were too. Both driven by lust and desire and an unexplainable trust in each other, you felt connected when you looked into his stormy, ocean eyes.

Slowly, he moved his lower body and slipped out of you slightly before rocking into you once again. He never broke eye contact and your whole body shook under him.

 “Tell me you’re mine,” he whispered in between ragged breaths, more like demanded, while he was buried in you; unmoving. He looked like he was determined not to move until you answered him.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and noticed the little smirk which made its way onto his gorgeous face.

You wrapped your arm around his broad shoulder while the other hand held his face gently.

 “I’m yours,” was all you whispered. And it was all that he needed to hear before he could pound into you like he owned your body.

He supported himself above you by placing his elbows on either side of your head; while he rocked in and out of you at a fast pace. He dipped his head back down and kissed you again.

You felt him, all of him as he slipped in and out of your tight entrance. Your lips were slightly parted as you gasped at each of his movement.

 His mouth moved wonderfully against yours as he filled you up nicely with each sinful stroke of his length.

Your eyes rolled back as he gripped your jaw tightly with one hand as he broke the kiss. He lifted his head slightly to get a better look at you; at you completely at his mercy under him.

“You’re mine, you get that? You belong to me, and I won’t let anyone hurt you. You’re mine alone, babygirl . . .” he said so more to himself than to you, but still you couldn’t help the warm feeling that washed over you when you heard him.

 “Daddy, I- fuck!” you yelled as he hit a sensitive spot you didn’t even know you had. As he kept thrusting relentlessly into you, you heard him chuckle.

 “I’m right here, baby. I got you,” he whispered against your lips and tugged on your bottom lips as you felt the pressure forming at your core once again.

The hot, burning desire coursed through your veins and his name and a series of cuss words escaped your lips as his quickened his pace; rocking in and out of you with ease.

A thick warmth surrounded the two of you as you basked in each other’s body heat. This was comforting; he was comforting.

 Your moans got louder, and he pulled his length all the way out of you then slammed into you almost immediately and that was all you needed to let go.

The sweet pressure became too much to handle so you came around his length as his name left your lips like a chant.

He came right after you as well, coating your walls with his hot load as he had his throbbing length buried inside your warm entrance.

You were gasping for air under him, you felt as if your throat was slightly sore from moaning his name over and over again earlier. Once he came, he moaned you name under his breath as well.

He gave you a sloppy kiss as he carefully slipped out of you and plopped on the bed right beside you. When he did so, you felt his warm load slowly trickle out of your pulsating entrance.

You heard him sigh, after which he pulled you into his arms, placing your head on his chest – you let out a sigh as well.

A thin layer of sweat covered both your bodies and the air smelt like his cologne mixed with the scent of sex.

 “If they find us like this, they’re gonna kill you,” you whispered, feeling weirdly safe in his arms. His chest vibrated under your head as he chuckled at your words.

 “No one’s taking me away from you anytime soon,” he replied and you smiled, feeling the tears coming back once again. Your heart was racing, and so was his still.

 “Take me with you. I don’t wanna live my parent’s murderers. Please, Seb,” you choked out as a hot tear escaped your eyes and fell down your cheek and landed on his torso.

You didn’t know why you were asking him for help, but it seemed as though you would be safer with him than here in this house filled with murderers.

 The mob boss felt helpless. This was all he wanted from the beginning; to have you with him. And here you were, asking him to take you along with him, but he couldn’t do that. It was too risky. And he knew he wouldn’t gamble or played this dirty game if you were at stake.

He could easily take you with him, bring you wherever you wanted to, but if Connor or his men ever found you; he was certain that he would kill you on sight. And he couldn’t take that risk. He would take you with him once he has Connor out of the way, and right now, he couldn’t do that.

 He pained him to say that, but he had to refuse.

“I can’t,” was all he said and both your hearts broke a little bit more. He felt more tears landing on his torso and he wanted nothing more than to just empty bullets into Connor’s skull for making you cry.

 You sniffled and your whole body shook as you silently sobbed against his chest.

“So you’re just gonna leave me here? You followed me this whole way, and now I’m literally asking you t-,”

 “I’m not abandoning you, baby. You have to understand, please, I can’t put you at risk by g-,”

 His words came to a halt as you heard knocking on the door.

You both froze, you searched his eyes to see if he was as frightened as you but he wasn’t.

 “Boss, they’re here,” came Liana’s frightened voice from the other side of the door.

 Boss?

 “Gotta go babygirl, I’m sorry. I love you, just be safe. Keep Liana close, and don’t trust Connor. I’ll figure this out, I just need you to stay safe okay. Don’t go anywhere with him alone, don’t trust anyone here, except for Liana, you get me? I love you,” he spoke while putting his clothes back on.

 And he left after giving you a kiss on your forehead.  

 I love you . . .

   ^^^

  Sebastian managed to sneak out of your room using the dark of the night to his advantage and he hurried to his car. He noticed that Connor’s car was parked right in front of the front door, and he was getting out of it.

He saw the ugly smirk on his face and it took everything in his willpower to not grab the always loaded gun and shoot him dead right in front of his house, on his own property.

But he didn’t.

 Connor, having done what he did; including having used and manipulated you all this time, didn’t deserve such an easy death.

Sebastian smiled sinisterly as he sat comfortably in the leather seat of his car; he was gonna take Connor down painfully. He would make him confess whatever dirty tricks he played in the past, he would destroy him; butcher his existence until he begged for death.

They hurt his girl, and in doing so; they unleashed the beast he had buried long ago. The beast left no room for mercy; he only knew how to kill.

So, he would kill for you . . . 

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Consider..Demon!Gerard (he’s such a sweetheart,,calls herbsugar,,darling-also super shady tho)finds the reader dying (mugged maybe?)And brings her back to life(the afterlife??)she lives with him now because thats what happens when a demon saves u ig?Anyways theyre kinda falling in love,,she falls asleep on him on the couch one night,,the next night what do u know things happen and things are said and they end up making out in their underwear in her room,, suuper fluffy,, they fall asleep

Have You Heard the News That You’re Dead?

Pairing: Demon!Gerard Way x Female ReaderRating: TeenRequested By: AnonWord Count: ~2,400Author’s Note: Hi, my name is Robin and I am physically incapable of writing a short story, but this is super super late so I hope that makes up for it! I use the prompt “Everyone has a guardian angel except you. You have a guardian demon. He deals with things in a much more violent fashion, but much more effective.” from @writing-prompt-s as my guide for this one. Also TW: for mentions of death, but if you didn’t get that from the ask, I can’t help you.

You always knew you were different. You could tell the vibe you gave off wasdifferent of that of everyone else. Dogs growled or ran away when you walkeddown the street. Old ladies would clutch their pearls. If it hadn’t been likethat for as long as you could remember, it would be alarming to say the least.What you weren’t aware of was the fact that most people had a guardian angellooking out for them, and you had a guardian demon.

That’s not to say it made you a bad person, you just had a different way of moving through life. Sure trouble found you more often than others, but you were still having a hell of a good time. That is until the night you stumbled alone out of that bar in a drunken stupor. You’d be fine you reasoned. You were always fine. Until that guy with a knife appeared and you didn’t have any money left to give him and that answer angered him, and then you were bleeding on the ground.

The last thing you saw was a man with black eyes and black hair and a pale face running up, muttering obscenities under his breath, clearly panicked. All youcould wonder was why there was no one to look out for you at that moment.

~

You woke up in a bed that wasn’t familiar in a room you’d never seen. You sat upand saw your shirt still had the hole from where you’d been stabbed, but yourskin was unbroken underneath. You had been certain you were dying on that street. Was this some kind of weird hospital? Had you been in a coma for years? What was going on?

You got out of the bed and moved quietly toward the door. As you wandered down the dark hallway, you could hear music playing. Following the sound, you found yourself in a living room, where someone, a man with black hair, sat with his back to you.

“‘Scuse me,” you started and he turned to look at you with those same black eyes you saw when you were on the street. “What the fuck?” you gasped asyou backed away. “Where am I? Where did you take me?” You demanded.

He sat down the book he was reading and strode over to you. “My name isGerard. I’m your guardian demon and for the sake of honesty, its my fault you’redead.”

“I’m dead?!” You shrieked. “Demon? Am I in hell?!”

“Not exactly. You’re at my place, which dimensionally speaking, is earth-adjacent… on the hell side. Come sit down, I’ll explain everything.”

“No! I wanna go home!”

Gerard winced. “That’s the thing sugar, this is your home now.”

Gerard had to rush to help you sit down, as your legs seemingly were not working at the moment and you looked like you were about to collapse.

“You see,” he started once you were seated, “most of you humans have guardian angels. A few of you lucky ones get us, guardian demons.”

“How is that lucky? I’m doomed to hell before I even get a crack at life?” Youargued.

“Oh you aren’t doomed, you’re destined to become a demon as well. Knowing you guarding another luck human soul until its time they join our ranks.”

“Then what am I doing here?”

“You weren’t supposed to be dead yet. I fucked up.”

“Shocker.”

Gerard descended upon you, his face inches from yours. “Oh sugar, didn’t I dowell for the last however many years? Didn’t you have a life anyone could wishfor?”

You didn’t know how to respond, so you just swallowed thickly.

“I thought so,” he said righting himself. “Besides, my duty to you is not relieved now that you are deceased. We need to keep you hidden here so management doesn’t know that I-”

“Fucked up and let me die.”

Gerard glared down at you. “Exactly. But don’t worry sugar, I intend to keeptaking the best care of you. I promise you that.”

Despite Gerard’s explanation of events you still weren’t totally convinced he wasn’t full of shit. That was until he left you alone in the living area for a whileand you snuck over to the window to look out.

His apartment was a couple stories up on a busy street. But instead of the usualbustle of cars and people there were what could only be described as creatures.

Sure some of them, like Gerard, looked human, save for the black eyes, or horns sticking out of their hair. Some looked like something you’d read about in ahorror novel. You watched wide eyed as they passed along the sidewalk belowyou, going about their demonic business.

“Believe me now?” Gerard asked, startling you away from the window.

“Sure,” you said sitting down again. It was all too much to take. “But what am Igonna until my destined death day?”

“Think of it as if its one of those days you called out sick from work so you couldsit and watch hours of TV.”

“I’m doomed to watch Judge Judy and Maury forever?! I mean one day is fine, but for eternity?!”

“No, anything you want to watch, read, listen to, its all at your disposal,” heexplained.

“Will I need to do live human stuff like… eat or sleep again?”

“Totally optional,” he said. “Just like all other carnal needs.”

You just rolled your eyes and went to examine the bookshelf. Not surprisingly itwas filled with books on the occult, as well as a lot on history, art and music.

“’Bout what I expected,” you said running your fingers over the spines of thebooks, “for a demon.” When you glanced up Gerard was watching youintently and it made you shiver involuntarily.

“Help yourself to any of them. I have to go meet up with some associates. Don’tanswer the door if anyone comes around, remember, you’re alive.”

You just rolled your eyes as you pulled a book off the shelf and sat down to read.

~

You had no idea how long had passed, time being more of a human construct it would appear by the lack of clocks in the apartment. Or maybe they weren’t andGerard’s lack of time management was the cause of your current, or ratherpermanent, state of being.

Eventually you got up and watched the demons on the street for a while, then wandered through the rest of the apartment. Who knew Demons would be so sensible as to have guest bedrooms? The closet will full of clothes that seemed to be similar to the style you like while you were alive. You changed out of the shirt you died in, a thought that made you shudder, and into one that was less holey.

Moving on you noted there was no bathroom, but that made sense given what he had said about things that were “optional”. The kitchen was impressivelystocked with rich foods and fancy wines and liquors. Maybe Gerard liked toentertain? Well he wasn’t doing that impressive of a job of it right now youthought as you found yourself getting bored.

As if on cue, Gerard burst through the door. “Miss me sugar?” He askedas he breezed into the kitchen where you were still standing, feeling slightlyguilty, like you were somewhere you shouldn’t have been.

“Not really,” you mumbled.

“Oh come on sugar,” he said slinking up to you and grazing your cheek with hisfingers, “is that anyway to talk to your roommate?”

You made a disgusted noise and rolled your eyes before pushing past him.

“This is gonna be a fucking long eternity,” he muttered under his breath.

~

The thing you most enjoyed about not being alive was similar to your favorite part of being alive: sleeping. You would sleep as long as you wanted without any repercussions or judgement from others. Gerard certainly didn’t mind, as this left more time for him to do whatever he wanted since he no longer had to watch over you so closely.

Soon though he realized he missed it. He was fond of you, as he had to be based on the nature of the work, but he always enjoyed making trouble for the people who pissed you off during the day. Now he watched as a dark cloud started to gather over your waking hours, the shelves of books and movies and music no longer drawing your interest like it used to. One evening he walked into the living room to find you staring blankly at the wall.

“Novelty of it has worn off, hasn’t it?” He asked.

“Yea, and the permanence is setting in,” you sighed.

Gerard sat down next to you. “I am truly sorry. You probably don’t believe me,but its true.”

“What happened that night?” You asked as you let your head fall against hisshoulder and he moved his arm so it was around you.

“Remember that guy that was bothering you at the bar earlier in the night?”

“Yea…”

“I scared him off, that’s why he left you alone. He found someone else and theywere gonna hook up in the bathroom and I made sure that the whiskey he wasdrinking lived up to its reputation.”

You chuckled at the thought of the douche who had been talking such big game all night not being able to perform.

“I got carried away, but I’ve always hated guys like that,” Gerard admitted.“There really is a special place in hell for them.”

“Good,” you said, as you settled into him even more. A small smile tugged at his lips. “What else did you do for me?”

Gerard reclined to get more comfortable as he launched into his favorite stories of when he dealt out cosmic retribution on your behalf.

“You’re evil, but like, good evil,” you hummed as you slid down so you were laying against his chest. His arms wrapped around you protectively.

The next thing you knew you were being awakened by a hammering at the door. You both sat bolt upright and looked at each other.

“Gerard, you home?” a voice called from the other side.

“Go hide in your room,” he whispered and you hurried off and Gerard went to thedoor.

“Frank, what’s going on?” Gerard asked coolly.

“You got a hot little succubus in there?” Frank asked trying to look past Gerard.

“What’s going on Frank?” Gerard asked again, sounding more exasperated.

“Management is starting to ask about your human. No one has seen her in a while. You still keeping track of her?”

“Of course,” Gerard lied easily. “She’s just been dealing with some shit, so she’sbeen laying low.”

Frank nodded skeptically. “Just looking out for you. I’d hate to have you get fired,that would mean more work for me,” he laughed. “Besides, you know what happens when you get fired.”

Gerard nodded, trying not to let the nerves show. He remembered the last time another demon got fired. He couldn’t sleep for weeks it shook him so bad.

“Alright, I’ll leave you be, I know you got someone in there,” Frank smirked as he left.

Gerard went back to your room and found you hiding in the closet. “You’re good.”

“What’s going on?” You asked getting up.

“I’m gonna have to go topside and act like you’re still alive, or else I’m as deadas you.”

“Demons can die?”

“Not exactly the same, but it sure as shit ain’t pretty when it happens,” Gerard muttered.

“I wish I could help.”

“Not your fault, sugar,” he said as he headed back toward the front door. “I gottaclean up my mess for a while.”

“When will you be back?”

“You’ll barely know I’m gone,” he winked.

You spent what felt like forever sitting around, bored and lonely and thinking.Thinking for hours about what Gerard was risking keeping you here, and everything he had done for you your whole life. When the door finally opened again, you jumped up excitedly.

“Hey sugar,” he greeted you with a smile.

“Is everything ok?”

“Yea, we’re good for a while,” he said shrugging off his jacket. “I don’t thinkanyone will be asking questions anytime soon.”

“Good,” you said as you walked up to him and wrapped him in a hug.

Gerard stiffened momentarily, surprised by the affection, but then softened andwrapped his arms around you as well. “You decided you like me then?”

“Maybe it’s just Stockholm Syndrome, but yea, I think I do kinda like you after all. I have really did have the time of my life when I was alive, and I know you’re tothank for a lot of that,” you said before leaning up and placing a kiss on hischeek.

When you pulled back, he was looking down at you fondly. He reached up and ran his fingers along your jaw and leaned in and kissed you deeply. His lips tasted like coffee and red hots, as his arms wrapped around you and held you closer to him. You ran your hands through his dark hair and allowed his tongue to slip in against yours.

You pulled back and Gerard looked at you in confusion until you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him along back to the bedroom. He started to undo the buttons of his shirt as you peeled yours off as well. You pulled Gerard back to you again and your lips met as you tumbled against the bed. Gerard held himself over you as he undid his pants, and you slipped out of yours as well. Clad only in your respective undergarments, you continued your heated make out session, tongues moving together, hands roaming over bare skin, marks left upon necks. After what could have been 10 minutes, or maybe a decade, Gerard pulled back and looked down at you “(YN), I’ve never felt like this before,” he whispered.

“What, demons don’t do emotions?”

“Yea, but not usually love.”

You looked up at him and grinned. “Yea, I think I’d like to spend eternity here with you.”

Gerard grinned and rolled over to your side. You curled against him as he wrapped his arms around you and you both fell asleep peacefully.

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[adventuresloane]

Lup, Raven Queen, Barry, Ango and totally Ren. ;) maybe sloane also! For the HC meme❤️

(for this meme)

Kat this is……SO many oh my lord. I’m gonna put most of theseunder a cut!!!  You’re a doll tho thanksfor all the asks.

Lup:

A) What I think realistically: I love the idea that,contrary to popular belief, she’s the younger twin! When they were kids, Taakowould always be the one who had to get her out of the trouble she got herselfinto. Taako’s always been a bit more pragmatic, but Lup just couldn’t standdisrespect towards her or her brother and would always address it. She stood upto people and probably bit off more than she could chew a number of times,meaning Taako had to help her out of a tight spot.

B) What is fucking hilarious to me: Lup at one point had apretty major crisis in her life because she loves to cook for people anddesperately wanted to show her affection for Barry by cooking for him, but.This man has lived off late-night hot pockets out of his laboratory microwavefor years. He doesn’t have a palette. One time she overheard him call ketchupspicy and she just kind of stared at the wall for five minutes. She spent manyan evening slaving over recipe books to try to find SOMETHING decent that thisuncultured man would actually enjoy.

C) What is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict onfriends: She’s got…a number of lingering issues after her release from theumbrella. There’s a lot of talk about how she develops claustrophobia, andwhile I think that’s certainly true, I think another thing that leaves hershaken is the utter darkness inside the staff. Before she was able to get herpowers back to create fire, the darkness in there must have been absolute andchilling. Imagine how long she lay there entirely blind and unable to make outanything. I don’t think she can sleep with the lights off anymore. She alwaysat least leaves the hall light on outside the bedroom, but even that’s notenough much of the time, and she often plays with a little fireball in herhands until she can’t keep her eyes open anymore, so that she knows there’sstill light where she is.

D) What would never work with canon but the canon is shit soI believe it anyway: Griffin says that the Legato performance was the firsttime the rest of the IPRE crew realized that Barry and Lup were in love butcome the fuck on. These guys??? They’re so incredibly obvious and crazy foreach other. Even if they didn’t tell their family explicitly EVERYONE knew forYEARS.

Raven Queen

A) Every raven in Faerun is at her beck and call. The birdshave a bit of magic to them inherently and find it easy to slip from plane toplane. She’ll dispatch them to carry messages or keep an eye on things for herand report back. She VERY rarely comes to the mortal planes, but you can alwaystell when she’s on her way. Thousands of ravens circle together tightly in thesky, their iridescent wings shining, and from the almost blinding andotherworldly shimmer a portal forms through which she comes.

B) Has motherly instincts towards Kravitz but no concept ofwhat being a parent to a former mortal actually entails. At what age does onestop picking up mortal children? 35? Her idea of mother-son bonding is enactinga blood oath. She’s trying her best.

C) Kravitz became her “ward” of sorts when he begged andprayed to her for months on end to spare his sick mother and take his lifeinstead—he made a brave trade and she respected him for it, hence his positionas a reaper.

D) She grants Magnus a “limited” amount of extra time livinghappily with Julia in the afterlife but honestly do you think she’ll ever makethem stop living in that little cabin? Heck, do you really think she’s going tokeep their friends from leaving the sea of souls to visit them whenever???She’s willing to turn a blind eye to their little party for the rest ofeternity.

Barry

A) He is just……so visibly huggable tbh. You look at him andyou’re like, “That’s a man who’d be good to just hug for a little while. Chubbysoft belly. Just a teddy bear of a man.

B) The boy is a classic academic research scientist, whichis to say a damn mess. He’ll periodically crop his hair short but then won’tbother to get it cut again for months on end because he’s too busy, so it growsout all wild and looks a mess. He has one (1) mug he keeps on his desk and likenever washes because it’s always filled with coffee anyway. Shows up to work ina stained T-shirt because it’s not like anyone’s paying attention to him whenhe’s locked up in his lab all day anyway. Grody science man.

C) Next to Taako, he’s the one who takes the longest toforgive Lucretia, and I sort of think he never completely gets over what shedid. Unlike everyone else in the IPRE crew, he was deliberately isolated fromthe rest of his family AND HE WAS AWARE OF IT. That’s fucked up, and he learnedto hate Lucretia for awhile, and that’s not the kind of thing that can beerased as soon as Story & Song is over. He can barely look her in the eyefor awhile.

D) He does NOT have a mullet do not to my boy dirty likethis.

Angus

A) All this debate over Magnus or Taako or Lucretia orwhoever the fuck adopts Angus post-S&S? Screw that noise. It’s not like anyof the adult figures in his life AREN’T walking disasters as individuals—it’sonly together that they’re sort of capable of functioning. That’s why he haslike twenty parents and splits his time between like five different houses,inside each of which he has his own room and where he is welcome at all hoursof the day and night. That kid is living the dream.

B) Absolutely drops f-bombs on purpose knowing that it willscandalize the adults he talks to. This boy is a delight and has never doneanything wrong but he is NOT the innocent little one everyone thinks! Sneakyboy!

C) Gotta be honest, I don’t have the heart to actuallyimagine Angus having any suffering inflicted upon him, BUT I do like the ideaof Taako being lowkey terrified every time he goes off on his own/tries toconduct an investigation that has a chance of being dangerous. He tries not toshow it and definitely plays it cool when Angus comes back safe every time, buthe’s got so very few people he feels really connected to and he doesn’t want tolose one of them (again).

D) Controversial, but he remains a shrimpy nerdboy foreverand does not get to be buffer than Magnus sorry.

Ren

A) Hot take: she’s a soft butch. My evidence? I know a bunchof butches named Ren and also she just gives off those Lesbian Vibes. Butch Ren2k19.

B) She is…small. Just so short, even by the standards ofelves, which are on average smaller than humans. It might be partly because she’sa Drow, since I personally headcanon that they don’t grow quite as big, buteven then she’s just. A little creacher. She has to use a spoon to knock downthings from shelves that everyone else in the tavern can easily reach. Cassidyjokingly uses her head as an armrest.

C) Her family is definitely still around and definitely wereoutside of Refuge when the barrier was created around the town and they justhad no way whatsoever of contacting her. They aged while time didn’t touch her.

D) This is more in opposition to D&D lore than to theTAZ canon, but I personally don’t like to think that Ren ever faced anyprejudice for being a dark elf. The whole idea of the Drow being cursed and 99%of them being evil is, imo, very tired (not to mention racist), so I just don’twant that being a part of her story. I think maybe Underdark elves have a bitof a reputation in the surface realms for being kind of staid and dour, so inthat way Ren defies some conventions by being her bubbly self. But aside fromthat, she never had an issue with anyone thinking less of her or hating her forbeing a Drow.

And fuck it, I know I did Sloane already but I have gothbirb headcanons coming out of my ass so I’ll do her again.

A) Tbh I like to think that her alias is something she put alot of thought into and something she identifies really strongly with. Like,ravens are obviously just objectively cool and fit the goth aesthetic she’sgoing for, but also I think growing up in Goldcliff (which I picture as beingjust like the American Southwest) she had a lot of experience observing themand felt kind of a kinship with them (and probably fed them to get them tofollow her around tbh). In some folklore, ravens are considered shapeshifterson account of how the sun reflects off their wings and makes them look likethey’re changing shape. I think that by assuming the persona of the Raven, shebecomes something more than what she appears to be, and it’s a bit of escapismfor her. (Also, ravens are known to be family-oriented and mate for life sothat proves fitting later on…)

B) It kinda breaks my heart whenever people draw her (orhalf-elves in general) with shorter/smaller ears than full-blooded elves,because in my head hers are long and twitchy! She’s pretty good at hiding howshe feels and not giving away too much with her body language, so her ears don’tnecessarily move around a ton to express how she’s feeling, but they doinvoluntarily react to sound, e.g. perking up when she hears a sudden noise.Hurley finds this adorable and exploits it to no end—like snapping her fingersnext to one of Sloane’s ears and then the other to make them pique alternatelyuntil Sloane finally gets fed up.

C) This is kind of more of a headcanon for half-elves ingeneral, but I remember seeing a post awhile back that said something along thelines of “D&D cryptid: a half-elf with a good relationship with theirfamily.” It was funny, but it did get me thinking: what’s a good narrativejustification for this? One of the answers, I think, is that half-elves grow ata rate that must be completely bewildering for their elven parents. They reachmaturity at around 20, compared to a full-blooded elf becoming an adult ataround 100. There’s probably a lot of potential for friction there as elvenparents are unable to handle or understand their kids as they mature soquickly. Plus, most half-elves don’t outlive their elf parents, and knowing you’remore than likely going to bury your kid one day has got to be hard. I think allof this was sort of the situation for Sloane growing up, and it was the sourceof a lot of the isolation she felt as a child.

D) She has big biker energy and actually prefers motorcyclesto battlewagons and that’s the tea.

LAWD this was a lot. Hope you like them!!!

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