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little-spoiled-brat · 3 years

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Okay I finally made my choice and I'm coming to request for 6 and 25 from the NSFW prompt with Levi :))

WRITING PROMPT # 10:

"don't tempt me, i'll fuck you on this desk"

"look at the mess you've made"

pairing: levi x reader - nsfw, minors dni

cw: possessive levi, rough sex, teasing, slight masturbation, choking, fingering f receiving, degrading, slight overstimulation, belly bulge, dumbification, praise kink, squirting

author’s note: did i got carried away with this? maybe.

- after hours -

it was the end of a rather tiring day, you barely got to see levi today and you were just glad that you were back in his office. however, a frown formed on your face upon seeing him still working on paperworks.

you sighed, closing the door with a soft click and walking over to his desk. levi looked up from his paperwork and patted his thighs, a smile formed on your lips and you happily obliged to sit on his lap.

you straddled him, wrapping your arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around your waist. he placed a kiss on your temple, gently running his hand through your hair.

“it felt like i haven’t seen you all day, brat” levi sighed tiredly as you buried your face into the crook of his neck and placed a light kiss on the soft skin in return.

”come to bed, you need rest” you said, pulling away from him and ran your hand through his hair as he hummed in satisfaction, his eyes closing.

“tch. i still have paperworks to finish” levi grumbled, opening his eyes again, snaking his arms around you to continue scribbling on the paper on his desk.

you sighed in defeat, kissing his cheek before getting off of his lap. you took a chair and dragged it beside his before plopping yourself down on it.

it didn’t take long until your eyes were wandering over your boyfriend — his focused grey-blue eyes, his slightly parted lips, his muscles that contracted whenever he wrote something down, his thighs-

“oi, y/n. what the hell are you doing?” levi snapped you out of your thoughts as you looked up at him. heat rose to your cheeks once you realized that while you were busy gawking over you boyfriend, your hand had found their way onto your clit — onto what was his.

and levi did not like it when you touch what’s his.

a lightbulb lit up inside your head and you continued to rub your clit through your sweatpants as if nothing was happening. you watched levi’s jaw tense at your actions, his eyes slowly filling with undesirable lust.

”don’t you have paperworks to finish? get back to work” you said as levi glared at you and a smirk pulled up in the corner of your lips.

”i will when you stop touching what’s mine” levi hissed through gritted teeth and you stopped touching yourself.

“good girl”

fucking hell.

you stood up, taking off your sweatpants and your underwear before sitting back down on the chair. levi’s eyes drifted back to you, finally catching up on your intentions.

“don’t you fucking dare“ levi warned as you moved the chair a bit so you were directly facing him. your hand trailed down your clit again, circling the sensitive bud in small figures of eight. “fuck, levi”

“brat” levi growled, a warning tone to his voice but you kept going, you slipped two fingers into you and moaned loudly on purpose.

“oh shit, levi. that feels so good” you moaned, throwing your head back and slowly pumping your fingers in and out as your eyes closed. “oh fuck me”

“don’t tempt me, i’ll fuck you on this desk” levi growled, his hand wrapping around your throat as your eyes flew open. your hand flew to his wrist, holding on tightly.

"please"

without a second thought, levi picked you up and swiftly swiped away every paper off his desk before placing you down on top of it.

“flithy brat” levi hissed, inserting three fingers inside of you and pumping them in a fast pace. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your velvet walls sucking his fingers in oh so deliciously.

“t-too f-fast” you said, the knot in your stomach quickly building up. you tried to close your legs out of instinct but levi pushed your thighs apart.

“no. you’re going to take everything i fucking give you, filthy slut” levi spat, venom lacing his voice as you whimpered. your breathing became heavy, holding onto his arms desperately as the knot started to break.

”fuck! levi!” you moaned, back arching as the first wave of pleasure came washing over you. levi wrapped his hand around your throat and pushed you back down flat on his desk.

“w-wait, levi” you whimpered, reaching for his wrist to stop him from inserting his fingers inside of you again. he simply glared at you, pumping his fingers in and out again.

“look at you, already being a mess and you haven’t even taken my cock yet” levi teased, curling his fingers to hit your g-spot. you moaned at his words, gripping the wrist of his hand that was around you throat for leverage.

the pleasure was already starting to become too much and levi was just getting started with you.

it didn’t take long until the second wave of pleasure washed over you. your body was already trembling from the earth shattering orgasms levi caused twice in a row.

you looked up at your boyfriend with half lidded eyes as he tenderly cupped your cheek, letting you breathe for a few minutes.

then it was his cock you were taking.

“shit, you’re so tight“ levi groaned, sliding his entire length inside of you, your arousal and orgasms from earlier acting as lube for him.

“w-wait” you breathed out, pressing your palm flat on his abdomen to silently tell him not to move. levi understood, staying still for a few minutes to let you adjust to his size.

“you’re being a good girl so far, brat” levi whispered, leaning down and kissing your forehead tenderly. you smiled up at him and pulled him down to connect your lips together.

“you can move now” you whispered into the kiss as levi slowly started thrusting in and out of you. he did a few test thrusts before settling for a steady but still fast pace.

“y/n” levi moaned in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. his voice — his damn seductive voice moaning your name in the most sinful way.

levi shifted his angle to hit that spongy spot inside of you that makes your brain melt with every thrust his hips made against yours. he chuckled smugly, adoring the light bulge of his cock on your lower belly whenever he thrusts into you.

“brat” levi called out as you looked at him with empty eyes, lips parted in pleasure and overall fucked dumb over his cock. this boosted levi’s ego even more.

he chuckled, wrapping his hand around your throat once again and squeezing lightly. “are you fucked dumb because of my cock? hm?”

you nodded pathetically, not being able to form any understandable sentences for him. levi leaned down and kissed your lips before thrusting in harder, his gentleness leaving just as fast as it appeared.

“l-levi!” you moaned, eyes squeezed shut and he spread your legs apart even more. the all too familiar knot started to form in your lower stomach again.

“fuck, i’m close” levi groaned, his thrusts slowly getting sloppy. he felt you tighten around him before and he knew you were also close.

“c-can’t h-hold anymore, n-need to c-cum” you whimpered, trying your hardest not to release without levi’s permission. he moaned at your words, his thumb reaching down and rubbed at your sensitive clit.

“cum for me. don’t hold back, brat” levi said and you did. you fell apart for him, the third wave of pleasure washing over you and you kept eye contact the entire time.

“that’s it, good girl. good fucking girl, y/n“ levi praised, pulling out and replacing his cock with his fingers to prolong your orgasm even more.

“f-fuck, l-levi. gonna m-make a mess“ you moaned, trying to grab at his wrist like before. with a few thrusts of his fingers, you came for the fourth time and squirted all over his desk.

levi moaned, releasing his cum on your stomach at the sight of you squirting. he carefully pulled his soaking fingers out of your aching cunt and licked them clean, all while looking you in the eyes.

fuck, that was hot.

“you taste so good, brat” levi said, kissing your lips and letting you taste yourself on his tongue. you wrapped your arms around him, running your hand through his hair as the both of you came down from your highs.

“i love you” you whispered tiredly and levi smiled, kissing your forehead lovingly. “i love you“

he pulled you up from his desk and handing you your underwear and sweatpants from before as the both of you got redressed.

“look at the mess you’ve made“ levi said, glancing at his desk where traces of your juices and his cum were still evident on the usually neat surface. “eh? your cum is also on there, don’t blame it all on me”

”tch. still partially your fault” you pouted as levi chuckled and ruffled your hair affectionately, grabbing something to wipe his desk clean. you collected the papers that he ruthlessly pushed off of his desk from earlier and organized them in a neat pile once the desk was clean and in prestine condition again.

levi let you straddle his lap again, his arms caging you in while he worked on the papers that were temporarily abandoned because of you intimate session.

levi kissed your forehead once more and it didn’t take you long until you fell asleep in his arms.

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slothspaghettiwrites · 3 years

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Sloth's Marvelous Monster Mayhem Writing Challenge

Many years ago, a baby sloth had their first thot™, one that involved hotties, monsters, and you my lovely writers. A thot™ that would define their existence as a fangirl and a monsterfucker for all eternity, a goal to combine two of the greatest things of all time into one glorious universe.

And today, that thot™ is ready to be birthed into the interwebs. Welcome one and all to…

Challenge Masterlist

- Read all the fics for this challenge here!

Rules

- This challenge is for people 18 and over. I will be checking anyone who requests a prompt for ages in bios.

- All MARVEL, Chris Evans, and Sebastian Stan characters are acceptable (if you want to write for someone else, hit up my DMs and we can chat about it)

- Only one writer per prompt. I will cross out and tag you next to your prompt.

- Send me an ask with your prompt and character (if you need help choosing a monster or character, let the wheels of fortune decide for you - Monster // Character)

- You don’t have to directly use your prompt, but hopefully it will inspire you.

- The closing date for this challenge is October 31st.

- If you need to back out for whatever reason, just let me know! I understand that life is crazy and things come up.

- No word limit, but please for the love of god use a READMORE cut/tag on your fic.

- Please only submit fics that can be read by themselves.

- ALL kinds of pairings are accepted - Reader Inserts, OCs, and Character x Character.

- You can write your monsterfucking however you want, but please do not include parenthood, pregnancy, or having children (breeding kink is totally fine).

- Tag me in your fic and use the hashtag #SlothsMMMWritingChallenge

- Please include all necessary warnings in your fics

But Sloth, what is Monsterfucking?

Monsterfucking (lovingly) refers to the desire to fuck/love a consenting adult nonhuman being while the other partner is human (although not always). This is not furry-ism or beastiality. Some very common monsters from pop culture are Vampires, Werewolves, Orcs, Elves, Pixies/Fae, Mermaids, and the list goes on. There are a lot and they have all sorts of origins! This is a great way to explore a plethora of myths or social issues or kinks or literally anything, so have fun and be as dark, smutty, or soft as you want. You can read FanLore’s explanation of it here. Feel free to send me a message if you have any questions.

Prompts*

Cursed like a river / Make a boy shivers like - Slither by Bohnes @lokislastlove

My name is on your tongue / And boy, I bet it tastes like venom - Bite Your Kiss by DIAMANTE @justanawolf

Lucid reverence, floating in your sacred sin / Need your fire against my skin - Bloodstream by Transviolet @sunriserose1023

You were December / Eyes cold, freeze my blood - Lion by Saint Mesa @avintagekiss24

I could just make out one neon light, south off through the trees / My feet took off a walkin', before my mind caught up with me - Southern Babylon by Ashley McBryde @vineridden

Oh starlight, oh starlight / I'm walking through the starlight - Lay This Body Down by Sam Lee @lousianaspell

The wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight / (Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger) - Bottom of the River by Delta Rae @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Lie in circles on the sunlight / Shine like diamonds / On a dark night - Snake Song by Isobel Campbel, Mark Lanegan @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy

You're in our talons now and we're never letting go / You're in our headlights frozen and, no, we're not stopping - In Our Talons by Bowerbirds @animnerd

No masters or kings when the ritual begins / There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin - Take Me To Church by Hozier @gotnofucks

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips / We should just kiss like real people do - Like Real People Do by Hozier @the-iceni-bitch

I've known the warmth of your doorways / Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you - It Will Come Back by Hozier @clints-lucky-arrow

All the tales the same / Told before and told again - Sunlight by Hozier @sableseb

She feels no control of her body / She feels no safety in my arms - Foreigner’s God by Hozier @littlelioncub43

All my friends think you're vicious / And they say you're suspicious - I Feel Like I’m Drowning by Two Feet @angrythingstarlight

Won't accept your silence / Beg me for forgiveness - Blood // Water by grandson @thefaconthatcriedwolf

I love to watch the castles burn / These golden ashes turn to dirt - Play with Fire by Sam Tinnesz, Yacht Money @sparkledfirecracker

You say "I love you," but you hate me, and it's no wonder I was right - Don’t Fall for Monsters by DeathbyRomy @onlyjamesbarnes

Count my cards, watch them fall / Blood on a marble wall - You should see me in a crown by Billie Eilish @sciapod

Walking all alone, you know it's okay / 'Cause my tongue is sharper than a switchblade - Killer by Valerie Broussard @pseud-pseud-pseudio

You have trust issues, not to mention / They say they can smell your intentions - Heathens by Twenty One Pilots @cryptidcasanova

I dine with the blood on my hands / Thrive when I'm beatin' the man - Wreak Havoc by Skylar Grey @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay

Whenever you tell me I'm pretty / That's when the hunger really hits me - Cannibal by Kesha @give-me-a-moose

And he see the universe when I'm the company / It's all in me - God is a woman by Ariana Grande @cockslut-padalecki

Then I'ma start rocking gold teeth and fangs / Cause that's what a motherfucking monster do - Monster by Kanye West, Jay-Z, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj, Bon Iver

I wanna savor, save it for later / The taste of flavor, 'cause I'm a taker - Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande @patheticallysentimental

Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me (yeah) / Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me (yeah) - WAP by Cardi B, Megan Thee Stallion @anju-writes

Sorry, but I really had to wake you / See, I decided I must ride you 'til I break you - Dead Girl Walking by Barrett Wilbert Weed, Ryan McCartan @nbraraeaves

Cocaine and drinkin' with your friends / You live in the dark, boy, I cannot pretend / I'm not fazed, only here to sin - Montero (Call Me By Your Name) by Lil Nas X @geminixevans

You're on top, I put you on top / I claimed you so proud and openly, babe - Call Out My Name by The Weeknd @romancherry

Coming from the lips of an angel / Hearing those words, it makes me weak - Lips Of An Angel by Hinder @dreamlessinparis

You know I can't stand it / You're running around / You know better daddy - I Put A Spell On You by Annie Lennox @stuckysdumbbitch

Knew you were special from the moment I saw you, I saw you, yeah - Angel by The Weeknd @noforkingclue

I can still feel your breath all over me, feeling me / I could fuck with you for eternity, infinity - Infinity by Niykee Heaton @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Come on now lover, won't you follow my lead / And we'll move on into the night - All on My Mind by Anderson East @tom-whore-dleston

Take a look in the mirror / And what do you see / Do you see it clearer / Or are you deceived - Human by Rag n Bone Man @tonarinotogepi

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me / And I just love your flashy ways - Hypnotize by Anna Kova @bonkywobble

Baby you're my ocean, I can't stop swimming / The salt of your waves, and I can't stop sipping - Black Magic by Jaymes Young @5littleassbutts

Send chills up and down your spine / Juices flowing down your thigh - Pony by Leon Bridges @kim-monsterlings

Oh, concubine, what are you made of? / No resource on this earth is that soft - Freak Like Me by NoMBe @sweeterthanthis

Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head / Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end? - Monster by Skillet @sagechanoafterdark

I'm only a man with a candle to guide me / I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me - Monster by Imagine Dragon @navybrat817

But what the fuck's it gonna take for me to make her see? Strip her naked and take her keys - Black Magic by Eminem, Skylar Grey @awesomerextyphoon

Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies / Break the silence, damn the dark, damn the light - The Chain by Fleetwood Mac @boxofbonesfic

All these rumors bein' spreaded / Might as well go 'head and whip it - Fetish by Selena Gomez, Gucci Mane @littlenymphie

Well I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you / I want to make you move because you're standing still - Paralyzer by Finger Eleven @danneelsmain

I'm so addicted to all the things you do / When you're going down on me / In between the sheets - Addicted by Saving Abel @thatdarkfanficstuff

I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop / I wanna kiss you but I want it too much (too much) - Poison by Alice Cooper @foxgloveprincess

I'm on the way to the promised land / I'm on the highway to hell - Highway to Hell by AC/DC @captainapple

I got this feeling in my veins this train is coming off the track - Animals by Nickelback @thedarkplume

So kiss me on the mouth and set me free / But please don't bite - BITE by Troye Sivan @divine-mistake

Oh can you save me from the sickness of love? / I spin a silver string and hang up all the stars that you'll find - Speak in Tongues by Machineheart @boop-le-snoot

Freak like me You want a good girl that does bad things (to you) You never been with no one as nasty (as me) Spice up your life, come get a freak - Freak by Doja Cat @afriendlyblackhottie

You like the way the water tastes/You knew but it was never safe - Beware by Deftones @fineanddandy

What would it take? What else should I do? How far must I go to prove that I love you? I'll get you yet. - Mx. Sinister by IDKHow @missjaystone

You let me violate you / You let me desecrate you. - Closer by Nine Inch Nails @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms

*If none of these appeal to you, hit me up and I can pull a lyric/song from my reserves for you.

You can listen to all these songs and more here at this Spotify Playlist

#SlothsMMMWritingChallenge #writing challenge #marvel writing challenge #monster fucking #monsterfucking #exophilia #tetrophilia #mcu #marvel #avengers #sebastian stan characters #chris evans characters

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murder-senpai · 4 years

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F A N F I C T I O N

Oh, hello there!! My name is Murder-senpai! I’m new here to tumblr sooooo don’t mind me being awkward n’ stuff. So this is gonna be like, what fandoms and characters I write for sOoooOoOo

AU’s and other stuff I’ll do: ABO, genderbend, hanahaki, soulmate, supernatural/power, soft yandere/ stockholm syndrome, coffee shop, modern, fantasy, baby/kid versions of characters, babysitter, neko, inu, kitsune, post apocalyptic, zombie, flower shop, book store, dragon, fairy tale, high school/college, mafia, pregnant, steampunk, merpeople, pirate, pirate/merperson, prison, reincarnation, famous, vampire, werewolf

There is more shit I’ll do but I can’t really think anymore so just request

(reader insert crap)

I will NOT do nsfw. This is a christian minecraft sever

You CAN request multiple character/poly and platonic stuff

If your not specific, I will choose between headcanons or a fic/drabble

If you request angst, I will give it a fluffy ending unless requested otherwise

Please be specific in your request ex: reader gender (fem, male, gender neutral)

Edit: I will now take character x character, character + character platonic stuff, aus (like, medevil bnha, or a story about friendship or enemies to friends or adoption, anything really), and stuff like that

Current hyperfixation (aka, what I will probably write better for/ do more): dream smp

Will probably put the scenario in a non specific arc

Fairy Tail:

Natsu

Gray

Loke/leo

Laxus

Sting

Rouge

Gajeel

Zeref

Jellal

Jackal

Lucy

Levy

Juvia

Guildarts

Freed

Erza

DBH:

Connor

Hank

Markus

Gavin

nines

ATLA:

Aang

Zuko

Sokka

Katara

Toph

mai

ty lee

azula

BNHA:

Izuku

Katsuki

Shouto

Denki

Eijiro

Tenya

Toshinori

Shouta

hizashi

fumikage

neito

mirio

takami

hitoshi

inasa

Enji

keigo

rumi

momo

mina

ochaco

dabi

shigaraki

overhaul

sir nighteye

kurogiri

toga

twice

Inuyasha:

Inuyahsa

kagome

naraku

miroku

koga

sesshomaru

sango

BNA:

michiru

shirou

nazuna

alan

marie

pinga

Sherlock:

Sherlock

john

moriarty

mycroft

greg

molly

Harry potter:

harry

ron

hermione

draco

cedric

Black Butler:

ciel

sebastian

bard

finny

ash

claude

alois

triplets

william

grell

ronald

undertaker

joker

dagger

agni

soma

pluto

beast

lizzy

mey-rin

ran-mao

edward

aleistar

vincent

real ciel (I refer to him as astre tho)

snake

charles grey

charles phipps

gregory

cheslock

joanne

maurice

herman

clayton

lawrance

mcmillan

edgar

blavat

seiglinde

MLB:

Marinette/ladybug

adrien/chat noir

gabriel/hawkmoth

nathaniel

marc

luka

alya

nino

felix

bridgette

chloe

TPN:

emma

ray

norman

don

gilda

leslie

Undertale:

sans

papyrus

frisk

toriel

chara

asriel

asgore

grillby

gaster

mettaton

blooky

AU’s- underfell, mafiatale, mafiafell, underswap, swapfell

Beastars:

legoshi

haru

louis

juno

gouhin

melon

Gravity falls:

dipper

mable

ford

wendy

robbie

bill

AU-reverse falls, monster falls

SVTFOE:

star

marco

tom

toffee

Hazbin:

alastor

angle dust

charlie

husk

vaggie

lucifer

val

vox

Pokemon:

Gladion

ash

clemont

serena

james

jesse

zeraora

lucario

mewtwo

zacian

zamazenta

literally any pokemon but those are my fave(and human versions ofc either is fine)

guzma

kukui

alain

lysandre

bede

hop

leon

milo

allister

raihan

marnie

piers

ACNH:

tom nook

raymond

lobo

kabuki

lolly

marshal

Isabelle

redd

fang

Avengers:

tony

steve

bucky

clint

natasha

dr. strange

thor

loki

peter

Voltron:

lance

keith

shiro

hunk

lotor

pidge

Aggretsuko:

tadano

haida

hyoudou

The hobbit:

literally JUST smaug

MLP:

twilight

pinkie

apple jack

rainbow

fluttershy

rarity

discord

Maid sama:

takumi

misaki

shoichiro

the three idiots

aoi (totaly gives off a ciel/lizzy vibe don’t even lie)

sotaro

tora

kanade

kuga

koma

yujiro

shosei

Naruto:

naruto

sauske

kakashi

itachi

gaara

neji

shikamaru

kurama

kiba

OHSHC:

tamaki

haruhi

hikaru

karou

both twins

kyoya

hunny

mori

kasanoda

nekosawa

Cells at work:

white blood cell

red blood cell

killer t cell

Little witch academia:

atsuko

diana

sucy

lotte

amanda

andrew

louis

frank

Pucca:

pucca

garu

tobe

abyo

Glitter force:

emily/Miyuki

kelsey/Akane

lily/Yayoi

april/Nao

chole/Reika

ulric/wolfrun

rascal

Glitter force doki doki:

ira

maya/Mana

rachel/Rikka

clara/Alice

mackenzie/Makoto

TMNT(2012):

leonardo

raphael

michelangelo

donatello

splinter

april

ROTG:

aster bunnymund

north

pitch

sandy

jack

tooth

Soul eater:

death the kid

soul

black star

maka

stein

Aot:

levi

eren

armin

mikasa

jean

erwin

IT(2017):

pennywise

richie

beverly

eddie

stanley

ben

bill

henry

patrick

victor

belch

bowers gang

losers club

kamisama kiss:

nanami

tomoe

mizkui

kurama

otohiku

mikage

jiro

The outsiders:

dallas

darry

ponyboy

johnny

two-bit

steve

soda

Diabolik lovers:

shu

reiji

ayato

laito

kanato

subaru

yui

karlheinz

kou

azuza

carla

ruki

richter

yuma

shin

Hamilton:

alex

john

king george

george washington

lafayette

hercules

philip

aaron

thomas

Venom(2018):

eddie/venom

Tokyo mew mew:

ichigo

zakuro

tart

pie

Kisshu

Fran bow

Fran

remor

itward

mr. midnight

Steven universe

steven

connie

pearl

amethyst

larz

sadie

garnet

lapiz

peridot

spinel

Haven't you heard i'm sakamoto

sakamota

Shou

Gargantia on the verdurous planet

ledo

amy

Animaniacs

yakko

wakko

dot

Over the garden wall

wirt

beast

Sonic

sonic

tails

knuckles

amy

shadow

Snow white with the red hair

Shirayuki

zen

obi

The sacrificial princess and the king of beasts(manga)

Leonhart

Sariphi

Lanteveldt

Anubis/Sirius

Jormungand

Fenrir

Nir

Joz

Ilya

Beetlejuice(musical)

beetlejuice

lydia

Creepypasta

Jeff the killer

slenderman

offenderman

trenderman

splenderman

ticci toby

masky

hoodie

BEN drowned

eyeless jack

laughing jack

homicidal liu

zalgo

clockwork

Jason the toymaker

puppeteer

Yu-gi-oh

Seto Kaiba

FNAF

Freddy

bonnie

chica

foxy

golden freddy

toy freddy

toy bonnie

toy chica

mangle (male and female ver pls specify)

marionette ^

springtrap

william afton/ purple guy

baby

funtime freddy

ennard

nightmare freddy

nightmare bonnie

nightmare chica

nightmare foxy

nightmare mangle

fredbear

nightmare fredbear

Cuphead

cuphead

mugman

devil

king dice

Bendy and the ink machine

bendy

boris

alice

Duck tales

Scrooge (aged down tho)

webby

della

donald

louie

dewey

huey

launchpad

lena

Dream smp

everyone (all platonic. Will do reader stuff, but would prefer more character +character interactions, specifically, SBI. PLSSS give me sbi stuff, ill marry you)

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katsukisblackteddy · 3 years

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The Warrior Queen & Her Pharaoh: Part I

Part I: In the Beginning

In honor of Black History Month (that’s coming up), and because I’m a nerd for mythology of any type, I thought it would be fun to write about one of my favorite time periods, Ancient Egypt.

We didn’t really get to spend much time on them in school, and I love learning about these powerful Egyptian gods, goddess, pharaohs, and queens.

So N E ways...ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 400 FOLLOWERS...um WTF ILY <3

I TOOK SOME CREATIVE LIBERTIES (all characters are 18+ in this)

Pairings: pharaoh!god! Bakugou x warrior!princess! Reader Warnings: cursing, disrespectful people, bad bitch Mitsuki Description: Before the new pharaoh can be officially crowned, he must wed. You, the queen of a large warrior tribe called, The Zodos Tribe, are in the same position...the only problem? The future pharaoh is a bit of an ass.

*Extra info: this is written in third person so even though this is a reader insert, I’ll be writing it as if you’re another character so basically no me/my*

and yes, I’m aware it is kinda short and Bakugou isn’t in it that much, but it’s to set the scene lol...I promise there will be a lot of Bakubitch content in the next part

**Tag List is at the bottom**

𓂀 PART I 𓂀 PART II 𓂀

The arid air and blazing sun didn’t make for the most comfortable environments, and yet many people called the desert home.

In a secluded river valley lived the Zodos Tribe, the most fearsome warriors throughout the land, known for their brutality and unmatched strength. Though to (y/n), they were her family and her people.

Princess (y/n), the eldest of seven children, sat in the ornate palace that overlooked the main river. She had recently been crowned the queen of her people after her father chose to abdicate the throne. Her attendants sat around her while others waved large palm leaves, blowing the dry air in an attempt to make it cooler.

“(y/n), ready your belongings! You are to depart with your father within the hour.” The 18 year old turned seeing her mother’s slim form approach her.

Eshe was the personification of grace, similar to her only daughter, though she was taller. Her smooth dark skin glittered in the sunlight and her golden eyes searched her daughter’s face for any signs of backtalk before a content look crossed her face when (y/n) simply sighed and nodded.

“We readied her belongings already, Queen Mother.” (y/n)’s attendant, Subira, answered as she bowed upon her entrance to the room.

“Very well.” Eshe nodded, her snake like eyes shifting from her daughter and her servants to the landscape. “Go ready yourself. You are to meet royalty, Girl.”

“I am royalty, Mother.” (y/n)’s tone was laced with boredom as she stood from her seat. “What’s so special about these royals I am to meet, anyways?”

“That is not my place to tell.” She replied before pushing her daughter towards her room and into the large bathroom. The cool stone rubbed against her warm skin as (y/n)’s attendants unrobed her and bathed her while two others released her hair.

Some time later, the teen was redressed and her hair had been braided again, this time with decorative gold beads and thread woven into her thick dark hair. She had been dressed into a white sleeveless sheath dress, over that a sheer white and gold kalasiri tied in place with a gold and intricately beaded sash. A wide beaded collar was secured around her neck, brightly colored stones and metals woven and set into the necklace.

(y/n) slid on a new pair of reed sandals after Subira had finished her makeup, the dramatic black liner around her almond shaped eyes made the golden hue that she had inherited from her mother shine in the light. “Let us depart.” (y/n) motioned to her ladies as they nodded, following after her as the teenage queen adjusted the heavy silver and gold bracelets around her wrists.

“You look like a true queen, (y/n).” Her mother said as (y/n) walked past the room she had once been in.

“Thank you Mother. I will be off now.” (y/n) called back, not waiting for a response before walking out of the palace and towards her royal chariot where her father stood talking to one of the servants.

“Prepare the chariots.” Her father’s deep voice commanded as the servants nodded running off to get the large chariots ready for the journey. (y/n)’s father turned to look at her, his dark brown eyes looking her over once before smiling. “You look beautiful, Daughter.”

“Thank you, Father.” (y/n) smiled back as the servants ran back over stating that the chariots were ready to go.

(y/n) didn’t ask many questions of her father, mainly because she didn’t really care where they were going, though butterflies seemed to fill her stomach when the large palace in the capital city came into view as they crossed over another dune.

“Your mother asked me to remind you of your manners and your station before we left.” (y/n)’s father told her, as the girl sighed and rolled her eyes. Her father chuckled at her reaction before the pair stepped off of their chariots and were met by royal attendants from the palace.

“King Nafi, Princess (y/n), please follow me to the throne room. The Pharaoh and Great Royal Wife, are eager to converse.”

“I am a-” (y/n) didn’t finish her sentence, feeling her father’s strong hand come down on her shoulder before he stepped forward and followed the attendant up the stairs and inside the large palace, leaving (y/n) to catch up.

“Stupid man. I’m a queen.” (y/n) mumbled to herself as she followed the men into the throne room.

The teen stood beside her father, her eyes gazing over the two royal figures in front of her. One was a man with dark hair and dark eyes. A woman sat beside him, her hair ash blonde and her eyes a crimson color. They were both dressed lavishly as the woman sighed, mumbling something to her husband, before offering a smile to (y/n).

“I am sorry. My son seems to be unable to be found.” She told the girl who simply nodded before giving her father a look.

“(y/n), why don’t you walk the grounds? I have business to attend to with the Pharaoh and Great Royal Wife.” (y/n)’s father brushed her off, shooting her a look before practically pushing the girl towards the door.

“He doesn’t even have any power anymore! How dare he treat me like this. Why the hell did I even come if I’m not sitting in on the business? This is so stu-” (y/n) ranted to herself, not realizing where she was walking before she bumped into something...more like someone.

“Watch where you’re going, Extra!” The boy’s gruff voice said, his tone laced with venom as his red eyes glared down at where she sat after being knocked over.

“Oh get off your high horse! You can’t talk to me that way! I’m a Queen!” Her eyes finally landed on the boy’s face, his ash blonde hair wild and spiky as his crimson eyes seemed to darken and narrow.

He didn’t wear full linens, only enough to cover his lower half, leaving his chest exposed. His skin was tanned from spending most of his time in the sun and a thin shine of sweat covered his muscles as if he had just been doing some type of physical activity before they had bumped into each other.

“Well here you aren’t.” The boy told her before scoffing and walking off down a corridor, not even bothering to help (y/n) up.

“Sorry. It was nice to meet you though.” A spiky redhead said with a small closed-mouth smile. He had been following the rude blonde along with another blonde male, a dark haired male, a pink skinned girl, and a dark haired girl.

The group of teens were about to say something else to the girl when the explosive blonde from earlier could be heard yelling, “Kirishima, I didn’t allow you to socialize!”

“Uh r-right. Bye!” The red haired boy said before they all disappeared down the expansive hall.

“What a jerk.” (y/n) scoffed thinking back to the ash blonde. Getting up and dusting her hands off, she continued to walk around the halls.

The black girl returned back to the throne room after some time, having gotten lost though she was too proud to ask for help from one of the many servants scurrying around.

“Ah, you’ve arrived just in time for dinner, (y/n).” The blonde woman spoke, gesturing towards a large open room that overlooked the river, a large table filled with food sat in the middle.

“I apologize.” (y/n) said simply before taking a seat where the blonde woman had gestured, unfortunately across from that annoying boy from earlier. “Where is my father? My servants?” (y/n) wondered after a moment of silence, noticing that the people in question were missing.

“They’ve left some time ago.” She answered. “This is your new home after all.”

“Excuse me?” (y/n) and the blonde boy had the same reaction, choking on their food with wide eyes.

“Yes, your father never told you of the agreement?” The brown haired man asked.

“Agreement?” She repeated.

“Yes, you are to marry our son in two days time. It’s been arranged since before you both wore garments.” The blonde woman said with a small laugh.

(Fun fact: Ancient Egyptian children didn’t wear clothes until they were six years old, so they ran around naked except for the jewelry they wore)

“Him?”

“Her?”

“Show some respect to her Katsuki! She is to be your wife!” The woman said, slapping the boy’s head quickly causing (y/n) to smirk and laugh lightly.

Katsuki didn’t like that very much, glaring at the golden eyed girl with a low growl.

“Mitsuki, Katsuki...” The man started to say softly, flashing at smile at (y/n).

“You’re right Masaru. If only our son wasn’t such a brat.” Mitsuki sighed, slapping Katsuki again before going back to her food.

“I am the Pharaoh, you can’t treat me that way!” Katsuki protested, angrily cutting his meat.

“What was that?” Mitsuki questioned, her red eyes narrowing as she shot a warning look at her son.

“Nothing.” Katsuki mumbled, his eyes narrowing into a glare at the black girl across from him.

What a dick. What did my parents get me into? (y/n) thought to herself as she stared back at the boy across from her.

Tag List: (Let me know if y’all wanna be added. Just send me a message)

@bakugous-mamas

TAGS:

#katsukisblackteddy #pharaoh bakugou #warrior princess reader #bakugou x black reader #ancient egypt au #bnha x poc!reader #bnha x black reader #in honor of black history month coming up #ancient egypt #TWQ&HP Mini Series #i don't know how many parts I want to write for this yet #black history month 2021 #mha x black reader #mha x poc!reader #pls i love mitsuki

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maddiewritesstucky · 3 years

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IT’S SOMEONE’S BIRTHDAY!! 😆💕🎉

How do I possibly sum up how loved you are, how special you are, how deeply appreciated and important you are @howdoyousleep3?!

I thought long and hard about what I could give you, what I could do for you from such a great distance, and I could think of no greater show of love than to take the very two things I said I would never do, and use them both to create something extra special smutty for you 💜

😘 So K, angel, light of my life...I give to you the most esoteric thing I will ever write, my first (and likely only) reader insert, definitely my only RPF, I give you...

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Pairing: female reader x douchebag CEvans character we coined ‘Jersey Boy’

Tags: Public sex, fingering, mild degradation / humiliation, dirty talk, hypothetical girl-on-girl, gratuitous use of the word ‘fuck’, not a condom in sight

Based on a dangerously horny WhatsApp conversation that will live rent free in the spank bank for the rest of eternity. Beta credits to @buckyandthejets - thank you for holding my hand on this one 😂

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“Your eyes better be open,” he rumbles, tequila-slick lips hard up against your ear.

You’d laugh if you had the breath to do it, if you weren’t strung bow-taut trying to stay off the bouncer’s radar. He’s kicked the two of you out before, more times than you’d admit to, and he’ll do it again if you give him reason enough.

You’re not going to give him a reason, tonight.

You’re gonna sit there, tucked away in your favorite corner booth with your mouth shut and your eyes on the stage; perched in your boyfriend’s lap with your back against his chest and his hand stuffed between your thighs, and you’re not gonna make a fucking scene about the fact that he’s knuckle deep in your pussy.

“She’s good, tonight,” he sighs, all false nonchalance like he doesn’t know how that particular set of curves up on the pole always makes your blood run a little hotter.

‘Roxi’ she goes by on stage, but you can call me whatever the hell you want, when she’s in your lap with her tits in your face.

“She’s always good.”

You stare, transfixed, at the sensuous shift of her body; that sinful rhythm that rolls through her limbs and makes every movement seem like something you should have no right to see.

He hums a noncommittal sound behind you, stroking languid at that spot inside that’d get you in trouble if he went any harder with it. That’s why you know he won’t - he’s not about to risk getting kicked out when it’s so much sweeter to send you spiraling like this, subtle and silent.

“You should learn to dance for me,” his breath falls warm over your shoulder, his lips nestled into the crook of your neck, “put on a show, get me all worked up…”

“You don’t need any fuckin’ help getting worked up.”

The sharp flick he deals to the peaked bud of your nipple makes your breath hitch, even through the barrier of your shirt.

His hand is working slow and lazy between your thighs, but you know his body is winding tighter for this, too. It’s there in the vague shudder at the top of his inhales, the twitch of his cock inside his jeans.

“Bet she could teach you some moves,” he hums, squeezing at your hip and your waist; tracing the curve of your rib cage.

She could teach me a lot of things, you think, swallowing hard for the endless stretch of her legs and the curve of her ass.

You lift your eyes to her face and she’s looking right at you, her gaze flickering familiarity before it drops to the hand buried under your skirt. She smirks so goddamn knowing, and it’s your saving grace that the lighting is already washing your skin in shades of red.

“Aw, look at that,” that voice at your back coos, “is the pretty stripper smilin’ at you?”

“Shut up.”

It comes out breathy and insipid, and you feel more than hear the soft, mocking laugh that rumbles through his chest.

He tucks his chin over your shoulder, presses his smirk right against your cheek as his hand snakes up under your shirt.

“What’s the matter, baby? Don’t you wanna be her friend? I bet you girls would get on real well…”

Your skin flushes hot under his lips, under the maddeningly chaste kisses he’s leaving there like he’s not fingerfucking you in public.

“That’d be nice, huh? The two of you, gettin’ close...maybe she’d let you touch that body you can’t stop staring at.”

“Jesus...”

He’s kneading slow and hard at your tits, drawing mindless circles around your nipples and flexing his thighs beneath you, just enough to keep you a little off balance.

You can almost taste blood for how deep your teeth are sunk into your bottom lip.

“You think about it, don’t you?” he whispers, “You wonder what it’d be like, getting your hands on those curves, maybe getting your lips on hers...That what you want, baby? You wanna give her a little kiss?”

...Fuck, but you hate how he does this.

You do wanna kiss her.

You wanna get on your knees and swap spit with her around the dick currently pressed up against your ass, but you’re not about to tell him that.

“Maybe...”

“‘Maybe’?” He slips his fingers out of you just to push them back in slower, shallow this time because he’s an asshole. “‘Maybe’ don’t drip like this, sweetheart.”

“Fuck,” you press back against his chest; tip your head back against his shoulder as you suck a shuddering breath in.

“Yeah, I know this ain’t for me,” he draws his fingertips up through the warm, wet center of you; sweeping figure-8 strokes that kiss your clit and dip shallow inside you. “Maybe I should call her over here, tell her she went and got my girl’s pussy all wet...maybe she’d help you out with it.”

You almost crack, then; barely catching the hoarse cry that’s shocked out of you as he smacks those soaked, taunting fingers down in a tight swat against your pussy.

Your whole body lights up for it, your cheeks flooding hot and your pulse throbbing to rival the bass from the speakers.

“Jesus, you can’t just—”

“I can’t what?” His other hand slips up to curl around the front of your throat, gripping you tight under the line of your jaw. “What can’t I do with this pussy, huh?”

God, your body’s screaming.

There’s nothing he couldn’t do, nothing you wouldn’t want, and you both know it. Fuck, does he know it...

You cuss under your breath, splitting your thighs wider over the spread of his lap, and he huffs a laugh that catches in your hair.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Fuck you.”

You roll your hips forward against that broad palm cupped between your legs and the grip on your neck tightens; his face tucking in close against yours as he growls right up against your cheekbone.

“Watch your fuckin’ mouth.”

He’s so hard beneath you, nudging his hips up to rub the denim-clad line of his cock against your ass; toying with your clit and pulsing his fingers inside you.

The cigarette he had before you came out tonight is still clinging to him, making the amber notes in his cologne sing sweeter, and every time you squirm you can feel the chain around his neck rubbing cool against the back of your shoulder.

“You gonna fuck me?”

You already know the answer, just like you know you might not even make it home before he’s getting it in you. You might not make it to his car, and you’re nowhere near as ashamed as you should be that it wouldn’t be the first time he’s fucked you in the alley behind the club.

...It might be the first time for something else though, you realize, as he squeezes your hip and tells you to lift up.

“Here?” you hiss, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Your eyes frantically sweep the room, your entire body flooding hot as he pulls his hand from between your legs and slips it under you to get at his zipper.

“What, you wanna wait ‘til we get home?” he scoffs like the notion is ridiculous. “You want some fuckin’ rose petals, some jazz playin’? Should we do it missionary?!”

“God, you’re an asshole.”

You try to put some venom in it, but it’s lost to the fact that you’re pulling your panties to the side; trapping a gasp behind your teeth as the blunt head of him nudges up against you.

“And you’re about to get fucked in a strip club,” he hums, “so what does that make you?”

Another place, another time, and you might bite back. You might get up and walk away entirely, just to hear him hit you with that ‘aww come on, baby, don’t be like that!’

But right now you’re here, and his hands are on your hips and his cock is pushing into you bare, and you know exactly what this makes you.

Your fingers dig an iron grip into his thighs as you sink down on the length of him, grinding against the heavy stretch of him inside you. It takes your breath away every goddamn time, makes you spread your legs wider like it’ll make a lick of difference to the way he fills you up; immense and overwhelming and so fucking good.

“Oh my god,” you whimper, circling your hips as you settle your whole weight down onto him, “oh my god.”

“Hey, you take this quiet,” he chides, his arm wrapping tight around your waist. “You start makin’ a scene, I’m gonna pull out.”

Fuck, if he pulls out you’re gonna put him in his grave.

There’s no move you can make here that doesn’t send you reeling, no shift of your body or swivel of your hips that doesn’t wind you further up the spiral; not with the way he takes up every last inch of space inside you and then some.

His voice is a constant rumbling bass in your ear, and it doesn’t fucking help, those coos of that’s it, baby, and find the spot, and make it feel good.

It doesn’t help when he starts rocking up into you in tiny pulses, when he uses his grip on your hips to angle you just perfect so his cock strokes you right fucking there.

It definitely doesn’t help when his fingertips find their way back between your thighs to drum a soft staccato against your clit.

“Gonna come?” He curls his body closer around you as you start to shake; as your breath leaves you on a reedy exhale.

You can only nod, screwing your eyes shut and sinking into that building surge of heat. You are gonna come, right here in this room full of people. And he’s never gonna fucking let you forget it.

“Open,” he commands, low and rough.

You’re about to open your eyes, but then his fingers are pressing at your lips, and you’re swallowing a soft groan as he stuffs them into your mouth.

“Not a fuckin’ sound, you hear me?”

You barely have time to nod before he’s jacking his hips up into you faster, rubbing tight circles around your clit to send you careening over the edge.

You can’t moan, so you suck. Your eyes water, and your thighs twitch, and you shake apart right there in his lap, in front of god and everyone.

Silently.

Like the good girl you are.

“Jesus,” he buries his face in the crook of your neck, gasping a weak strangled sound as your body clenches around him.

His muscles are drawing taut, his thighs and his stomach tensing. He’s breathing shaky and shallow, and you want him to break; want him to lose it so you can call him a slut later and goad him into giving it to you all over again.

So you let yourself go boneless in his lap. You tip your head back against his shoulder, and you make damn sure he hears it when you choke out “do it, Daddy,” around the gag of his fingers.

And he does. He comes inside you with his teeth sunk into the flesh of your shoulder and his hand white-knuckling a grip on your thigh.

It’s objectively disgusting, the half-hour drive home you’re gonna be facing with his come dripping out of you. But you’d put good money on him pulling you into the backseat and licking you clean before you even start the car, so you can’t bring yourself to give a shit.

“Christ,” he shakes his head softly, slipping his fingers from your mouth and wiping them on your skirt. “Can’t fuckin’ take you anywhere.”

“You could take me home.”

There’s too many clothes on you, too many eyes and ears around you for the way your skin’s buzzing; the way you’ve barely scratched the surface of that rippling need inside you.

He hums at your back, pulling out of you slow and tugging your ruined panties back into place. “Just you? Or you wanna invite your friend?”

You can hear the smirk in his voice and you know he’s fucking with you when he cocks his head toward the stage. But you chance a look up there and she winks right at you, and it’s not the worst idea he’s ever had.

“Two girls at once, huh?” You arch a brow at him, incredulous. “You think you got the stamina for that?”

He holds your stare as he downs the rest of his drink, sweeps his tongue out over his slick bottom lip.

“Well her shift ends in ten minutes,” he rumbles, “...why don’t we find out?”

***

And there you have it, the beginning and end of my het-writing career. Goodnight and good luck everyone, and the happiest of birthdays to you my beautiful soul sister 😘

#i love her a normal amount #my soul sister #if this doesn’t show my affection #I don’t know what will

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allegra-writes · 5 years

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Bratty b****

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Dom!Peter, Smut.

The request:

Hi love your writing and have never made a request but here goes. Tony’s daughter is going through a rebellious phase, going out to parties and getting to the Tower at all hours of the night. Punishments don’t seem to be getting through to her at all and everyone’s at their wits end. Insert dom!Peter finding her at a party and bringing her back home to lay down the law if you know what i mean…

Also, for all of you the anons that wanted new Dom!Peter and SSC talks.

MY MASTERLIST

“Are you out of your fucking mind, Parker? Put me the fuck down right NOW!”

Peter complied, letting go of you so suddenly you ended in a heap on the floor. The indignant look you threw his way reminded him of an angry kitten, and he had to suppress a smile. Even drunk and disheveled you were god damn adorable. And that was part of the problem: you had everyone wrapped around your finger, and were perfectly aware of it.

No wonder you weren’t afraid of any punishment, none of them ever stuck long enough for you to regret your actions, consequences always swept under the rug before they could sully you or your reputation. Even the press, so merciless with lower socialites, was so happy to have the Stark heiress back, that every new misadventure was portrayed in an indulgent light, words like “enfant terrible”, “little hellion” or “New York’s favorite troublemaker” decorating headlines everywhere he turned.

But that ended tonight.

He watched you stand up, fixing your way-too-short-dress so it would cover the top of your thighs, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.

“Where are we?”

“My apartment” Peter replied, simply. You knew the penthouse was just on the next floor, but there, in that darkened kitchen alone with him, it seemed incredibly far. You hadn’t been alone with him since Titan, and you didn’t quite know how to deal with this Peter, so different from the awkward, wide eyed boy who used to trail behind you like a puppy. This grown up, confident Peter that was older than you, that had been an Avenger for six years, intimidating enough to clear a party all by himself, without needing his Spider-man persona.

But then again, you didn’t know how to deal with much of anything these days. Going to sleep in 2018 and waking up in 2023 would do that to you.

“Why did you bring me to your apartment?” Your voice came out a little unsteady, as you tried to get a grip on your heart, beating wildly inside your chest, tried to squash that little sliver of hope down before it managed to cut you and bleed you dry. Because you knew what you wanted from Peter was something you could never have. And it wasn’t just cause of that awesome girlfriend of his.

He leaned casually on the kitchen island, arms crossed in front of his chest and you couldn’t help but notice how solid and powerful they looked clad in black leather.

“To have a little talk” he met your eyes, concern clear in his, “about your behavior…”

Your stomach drop with the weight of a thousand dead butterflies. Of course. This was an intervention. He was being big brother Peter, that was how he saw you, a little sister, just like Morgan, another Starkling for him to guide, to nurture and protect.

And maybe your own little sister preferred his bedtime stories over yours. Maybe your own father called him son, and your -technically step- mother sent him to chaperone you whenever you went out to party, but he was never ever going to be your brother.

“And exactly who do you think you are to have a talk with me?” You sneered, voice like sugar venom, sweet and cruel. Lethal. “You are no one, you’re not my boyfriend, you’re not my friend, and I know you like to pretend you’re a Stark, but you are not my brother. You are nothing.”

You watched the air get knocked out of his lungs, as if your words had physically hit him as they hit their mark. Satisfied with the stunned, devastated look on his face, you turned to leave. But only made it a couple of steps before feeling his fingers wrap around your wrist in a vice like grip, spinning you around and pulling you to him.

You stumbled, falling against his chest, and he kept you there, arm snaking around your back, pressing you close. Dangerously close.

“And you” he whispered, nose pressed against your cheek, breath hot against your face. You realized you weren’t the only one that had been drinking. “are a bratty little bitch. You think I wanna be any of those things? That I’d be satisfied with any of those things?“

His fingers dug deeper into your skin, and you cried out, finally reacting.

"Parker, let me go, your hurting me!” You struggled in his grasp, but he was way too strong.

“You mean more than you’ve been hurting yourself? Hanging out with those losers” He spat, shaking you a little, “Day drinking? Sneaking out every night? Have you any idea how worried Pepper was when she called?"

"Peter, you’re scaring me!”

“Good!” He replied, shaking you harder, “It’s about fucking time you learn that your actions have consequences"

He manhandled you until you were trapped between him and the kitchen island. A firm push against the square of your shoulders had you bent over it, face against the cold marble, as he took both of your wrists in one hand and pinned them against your back, his other hand traveling under your dress. He kicked your legs open, placing a knee between yours so you couldn’t close them back up.

"What the fuck are you doing you sick fuck?!”

“I’m thinking eighteen slaps” He commented casually, ignoring your insult, “one for every night you sneaked out this month, and you are going to count them”

You renovated your struggle as he pushed your dress up, exposing your ass, but he leaned over your back, trapping you under his weight.

“Wanna know who I am, little girl?” He breathed against your ear, sending shivers down your spine “I’m your master.”

SLAP.

You cried out. There was strength behind the hit, the sting lasting long after his hand was gone.

“One” he said and you remembered his words, he wanted you to count the slaps, but your brain was in shambles

SLAP.

“One” He repeated, “You better start counting or they’ll be a lot more than eighteen…”

SMACK.

“One…”

“FINE!” You yelled, finally finding your voice, “Fine, I’ll count them you sick bastard! That’s three!”

“I should make them twenty just for that"

"Fuck you!”

SLAP.

The sound that left your throat when his open palm struck just between your legs was not one of pain. You cursed under your breath, there was no way he could have missed that moan.

“What was that, princess?”

“F-four”

He chuckled, and you felt him get off of you. But with your wrists still in his grasp, there wasn’t much you could do, he had super strength after all. You were quite literally at his mercy.

The thought should not have been so hot.

“I was actually talking about this” He traced his fingertips over your lace covered slit, tearing another moan from your lips. “Such a pretty sound” He hummed, approvingly, “I want more…”

He used his thumb to tug your underwear to the side, dipping one long, talented finger into you. It slid inside easily, so easily… it was embarrassing how wet, how ready for it you were. Peter wanted nothing more than to sink himself in your cunt, to get lost into your tight, pink, velvety soft insides. But where was the lesson in that? What kind of message would he be sending you if he too failed to deliver the promised punishment? Fourteen slaps, that was all. Fourteen more hits and then he could have you. This was for your own good.

He took his finger out.

SMACK.

“Fi-ve” You whimpered. That one had really hurt. His hand came down against your other cheek just as hard.

“Six”

Another one, and his finger was back inside your pussy, this time with a companion, pumping in and out, making it difficult to speak, but you managed to stutter a breathy “Seven”

It wasn’t until the next slap hit the soft flesh where your your thigh met the curve of your ass with his fingers still thrusting into you that you realized he had released your hands. But by then you were a moaning, wanting mess on the counter, a willing accomplice more than a prisoner, dutifully keeping count,

“Eight”

Slaps nine and ten came with him three fingers deep in your heat, pinky sloppily rubbing circles on your clit. You were close, just one more thrust, one more slap, one more dirty word in your ear and you would be coming. How stupid of you to believe he was actually going to let you.

“Noooo” You couldn’t help the pathetic whine that left your mouth when his fingers left you, your walls clenching pitifully around nothing. Your own hand went for your mound, desperate for release, but he caught it, pinning it to your back again.

“I don’t think so, little girl,” He chastised you, “your punishment isn’t over yet…”

You had eight more slaps left. You could do it, you could take it.

…Couldn’t you?

He let go of your wrist and you felt him shift behind you. A moment passed, then another one. You had started to turn to see where he had gone when you felt it: the soft caress of cold lips against your burning backside.

“Is this better, baby girl?” He inquired, placing glacial kisses and licks on the reddened, sore skin. “You like this?”

“Yes…"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes… sir?”

SLAP.

“Eleven. Yes, dom?”

SLAP.

“YES, DADDY!”

Peter froze. He was actually going for ‘master’. Mister Stark, Tony, he was your father. But more than that, you were his daughter, his precious baby. Asking to be called that while he fucked you would the lowest betrayal, Peter knew that. It would be defiling that title forever, making you think of Peter and the filthy things he did to you whenever you called your dad by it. It was wrong. It was perverted.

And Peter wanted it.

More than food, more than water, more than oxygen, he wanted it, he wanted you for himself, with a hunger, with a greed that scared even him. He. Wanted. You.

And he was going to have you. He licked a long stripe up your pussy. Cold, so cold it made you shiver.

“Say it again, baby girl"

"Daddy”

“Again” his order was muffled, face buried against your cunt, devouring you.

“Daddy!"

SLAP.

He placed another ice cube on his mouth, only to push it into your cunt making you scream, tongue fucking you with superhuman skill. The contrasting temperatures of the ice and his mouth against your molten insides were too much. You were sobbing, shameless and desperate, bucking your hips back against his face, the familiar tension building up, and up. Your toes already starting to curl… and then he was gone.

"Yellow!” You cried. Peter was on you in an instant, turning you around and helping you stand, pushing your hair away from your face.

“Baby, are you ok? What is it?” His voice was worried, breaking character.

“O-orgasm denial” You gasped, “wasn’t part of the deal…"

"Shit! You’re right, I’m sorry baby, I’m so so sorry!”

Peter looked about ready to cry, so you hurried to reassure him,

“Pete, it’s ok, I’m not safewording…yet"

He nodded his understanding, but still looked uncertain. You kissed him, sweet and soothing, but soon that absurdly talented tongue of his slipped inside your mouth, deepening the kiss, turning it into something heady, slow and dirty. You melted into it.

A ripping sound resonated in the quiet kitchen, and you felt your dress fell off your body. Stunned, you broke the kiss, to look at the remains of your favorite garment now lying lifeless on the dark mahogany floor, and then at the smug, smirking face of your boyfriend.

"It was in my way”

And just like that, he was all dom again, towering over you, still fully dressed while you stood, vulnerable, in just your hills and a, ruined, lacy tong, made almost completely sheer by your juices, glistening between your legs.

He let one of his fingers dip under the lace.

“Wanna come, little girl?”

“Yes” You breathed out.

He hummed, fingertip finding your clit,

“And if I let you come,” He started the delicious, quick circular motions that he knew drove you insane, “will you be a good girl? Do as you’re told?”

You considered lying to please him, pretending to be the perfect little sub for him, but that wasn’t really you, was it? You looked him dead in the eyes, and opened your mouth.

“No”

Something snapped behind his eyes, and he growled, deep in his chest, fisting your hair, forcing your head back, bending you over backwards on the kitchen island, as his other hand made quick work of his zipper and belt.

“This what you wanted, little girl?” He entered you, hard and fast and deep, tearing a scream out of your throat, railing you into the marble, “Daddy fucking your pussy like this?”

“Yes!”

“You like taking it like this? Pretty little pussy stretched around daddy’s cock?”

“Yes!! Yes daddy, just like this!"

He was fucking into you with such force that you slid over the cold marble with each thrust of his hips, but there was nothing for you to brace yourself on. He grabbed your thighs, hooking your knees over his elbows to keep you in place and open you wider for him, going deeper, owning places inside your pussy you didn’t know existed. The edge of the counter was biting into his thighs but he couldn’t care, not with your walls spasming around his cock, squeezing him so good that his eyes rolled back inside his skull. You were crying, little whimpers of ‘Daddy, daddy!’ and it was so blasphemous, so unholy, it made Peter’s blood boil with it, lighting running through his veins, pleasure exploding in every single nerve ending of his body, cause you were his, his and no one else’s, his claim overriding every previous one made on you. It was too much, he exploded inside you, filling you up until you were overflowing with it, the pearlescent liquid dripping down his thigh.

And he still couldn’t stop. Like a man possessed, he kept going. And you kept on taking it.

…

"Are you ok?”

“I should be the one asking that…”

You lifted your head to meet his eyes, staring back at you with genuine concern. Sometime during your fucking, you had managed to disvest him of his clothes and now he was as naked as you, lying on the massive couch, sated and spent, with you tucked on his chest.

“Pete, this whole thing was my idea” You reminded him, gesturing vaguely around you. The whole apartment was a mess: paintings fallen from the walls, torn clothes littering the hardwood floor, a broken coffee table… but the kitchen had taken the most damage, where Peter had managed to crack the marble on the kitchen island, and thrown away glasses and even a couple appliances in his haste for getting you on it. There even was a puddle of cold water, from where he had knocked over the glass of ice cubes he had used to tease you.

He frowned,

“I seem to recall it was mine…”

“You said you wanted to take control” You placed a soothing kiss right above his heart, to let him know everything was alright, “I was the one who wanted the spanking. And the roleplaying. And the hair pulling…”

Peter’s smile grew bigger and bigger with every item you named. He loved it, loved that you trusted him enough to ask exactly what you wanted, loved feeling so comfortable with you as to explore everything he had been too scared to do before. He loved that with you, he was free, there was no fear of judgment, he could let go, cause he knew you wouldn’t let him fall. He loved you.

And it was so natural, so easy as your conversations were, even before the blip, when you were four years older than him, so beautiful and unreacheable. As stealing a kiss that first night had been. He would have never thought something good could come out of Thanos, of the blip, of losing his arm and almost losing his life. But you had come visit him on his hospital bed right after the surgery, eyes full of tears and he had made a joke about every great Jedi losing his arm, and you had laughed.

And then you had sobered up, an impossible emotion behind your eyes. Impossible, because he had only ever seen it directed at him in his wildest dreams.

“Ani, you’ve changed so much!” You had quoted.

“You haven’t changed a bit” he had replied without skipping a beat, “You’re exactly the way I remember you in my dreams”

And then he was kissing you, just like he was kissing you now, good hand on your cheek, biorobotic one slowly raising to tangle in your hair.

“The ice play was my idea” He commented, breaking the kiss. You threw your head back, laughing.

“And a very good one at that” You approved.

“The daddy kink was a surprise…”

Your laugh died. Suddenly embarrassed, you hid your face on his chest.

“You know I’m not-… that I don’t really want to… sleep with my dad, right?”

Even with his super hearing, it was difficult to decipher your mumbling.

“What? No- I mean yes!” He stammered, “Of course I know that, babe! And you know I don’t want to… like… be him or anything…"

You nodded, finally meeting his eyes.

"But it was kinda hot”

“Babe, it was all manners of hot” Peter confirmed, making you smile.

“You still owe me five slaps, tho”

He groaned,

“I do, I totally forgot! God, I’m such a bad dom!”

“Of course not! You’re the hottest dom I’ve ever seen!"

Peter snorted,

"I’m the only dom you’ve ever seen…”

“I saw Fifty Shades of Grey once…” You argued, making him laugh harder.

“Ok, ok, you win, even I am a better dom than that"

"The edging…”

“Yeah, sorry 'bout that…”

“No no, I was actually thinking…” You felt your cheeks grow hot under his gaze. Peter was trying to appear nonchalant, but you could see the glimmer of lust in his eyes, evidently it was a serious turn on for him. “We could explore it more next time…”

His face lit up,

“Really? Thank you babe!” He caught your mouth in a heated, earnest kiss, “You won’t regret it, I’ll make so good for you…” he promised against your lips, making you moan in anticipation.

“Maybe I’ll even spare you those slaps I owe you…”

Peter didn’t miss the way your kiss falter at that, or the spark of defiance in your mischievous eyes.

“Maybe” You replied, noncommittal, releasing his lips to nibble at his jaw. He could practically see the wheels already turning in your head, planning ways to test his patience, pushing the limits just enough to guarantee a reaction, to earn yourself a new punishment. You were such a brat.

His spoiled, gorgeous brat.

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The Serpent Queen (FP Jones x Reader)

Summary: The reader in this story is named ‘Piper’, but feel free to insert your name when reading! Simple FP Jones One Shot. Don’t worry, she’s 26 (perfectly legal!)

Warnings: Smut, cursing

(GIF Credit to @mona-stay)

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You were exhausted as you opened the door to your trailer and stumbled inside. It had been a horrendously long day and all you wanted to do was shower and crawl into bed. You peeled your leather jacket off and tossed it onto the couch. You continued removing articles of clothing while walking toward the bathroom, leaving the clothes where they fell. You were about to step into the shower when your phone buzzed. You walked out to the kitchen and picked it up to see who was calling. The name on the screen made your stomach do summersaults. You knew you couldn’t ignore it no matter how tired you were.

“Hello?”

“Hey Pipes. I need you to come in.”

You sighed. “I’m exhausted, boss. Could it wait until the morning?”

The man’s voice was gentle, but firm. “It’s important. I need you to come in. I called in Mustang and Tall Boy too.”

You knew that meant that something big was going down...and you couldn’t say no to the King. “Alright. I’ll be there in 15.”

You hung up and sighed. You loved your life, but sometimes being the best really sucked. You decided to take a quick shower before getting dressed and heading down to the Wyrm.

After your shower, you threw on a pair of distressed black jeans, a white v-neck, and combat boots. You threw your leather jacket on as you headed out the door. You hopped on your bike, started the engine, and sped off in the direction of the White Wyrm. The trip only took about 5 minutes, but when you arrived, you noticed that Mustang’s and Tall Boy’s bikes were already parked out front. You parked and headed inside, your thoughts evenly split between wondering what this was about and focusing on keeping your shit together. The King always had a certain effect on you and with the events of the last few months, this was even more true. The last thing you needed was for Mustang or Tall Boy to realize how you felt about your leader. You took a deep breath and walked through the door.

“There she is!” A voice boomed.

You grinned. “Hey, Tall Boy.” You fist bumped the giant man and did the same to Mustang.

“Hey, Piper. Thanks for joining us.” You turned around to face the owner of the voice and felt your heart skip a beat. The man standing in front of you was absurdly attractive. The epitome of ‘tall, dark, and handsome’. His dark hair was tousled slightly, like he’d been running his hands through it, and his brown eyes were tired, but you could see the spark in them when he looked at you. He was wearing his typical uniform: fitted jeans, t-shirt under an unbuttoned flannel, combat boots, and of course, his Serpent jacket. It was the one thing that all of you had in common. Despite the layers, you could see the lean muscles of his strong body and you felt an intense desire to run your hands over his chest. You managed to keep your cool and shot your leader a smirk. “Anything for you, FP,” you said with a dramatic curtsey.

The other two men snickered and FP rolled his eyes. “Alright, people. We’ve got important business to discuss.” FP’s tone sobered the room. The three of you waited to hear what he had to say.

“We’ve got a problem that needs to be taken care of...and the three of you are the best I’ve got.”

“What kind of problem, boss?” Tall Boy asked.

“The Snake Charmer kind.”

You flinched. It was no secret that you and Penny Peabody hated each other. Even hearing her nickname made your blood boil. “What’d the bitch do now?” you asked through gritted teeth.

FP raised his eyebrows, but he didn’t admonish you. “She’s blackmailing us. Either we run drugs for her, or she takes it out on my son.”

Your breath caught in your chest. The Serpent kids were your purview. You were only 26, so the teens related to you. You protected them and mentored them. As far as you were concerned, a threat against one of your kids was a threat against you personally.

FP noticed your anger flaring. “Easy, Pipes,” he said gently.

“She threatened one of my kids. How did you think I was going to react?” You snapped.

“I know. He’s my son. How do you think I feel?” He snapped back.

You pursed your lips and stayed silent. After all, he had a point.

“So what are we gonna do?” Mustang asked, trying to ease the tension.

“Until further notice, the Serpents will be drug mules.”

Your face drained of color and you could sense the unease in the two men beside you. None of you said a word though, because FP’s voice had a tone of finality to it. When the King made a decree, there was no arguing it.

“So what do you need us to do?” You asked.

“The four of us are going to take the lead on this. I need you, Piper, to pick four kids to team up with us.”

You gasp audibly. “FP, you can’t put kids into this. It’s too dangerous.”

“It’s less suspicious to have an adult and a kid team than having two adult men.”

“But they’re just kids,” you protested.

His expression hardened. “They’re Serpents. Pair four kids with the four of us. That’s an order.”

You could feel the anger bubbling under your skin and it took all of your self-control to not fight back. What he just ordered you to do went against everything you believed in...and who you were as a person.

Mustang could see your anger and he put a hand on your back. “Take a deep breath, P.” He gently rubbed your back as you took a couple deep breaths. You noticed FP’s entire body tense up as he watched you. His breathing was shaky and you knew he was struggling to keep his cool. You felt some satisfaction at seeing his discomfort, but you didn’t need him to flip out in front of witnesses. “Thanks, Mustang,” you said with a smile. He returned it and stepped back.

You turned your attention back to FP. “I’ll ask for volunteers tomorrow. You’ll get your teams. Sir.” You added the ‘sir’ with a little more venom than was necessary.

He nodded, ignoring your attitude. “Good. Then you’re all dismissed.”

You glared at him before turning toward the exit.

“Aww, come on, Pipes. You’re not gonna stay for a drink?” Tall Boy called after you.

“Sorry boys, not tonight. I’m exhausted.”

“Alright. See you tomorrow, then.”

You left with a wave and climbed onto your bike. The ride home was quick and you couldn’t wait to crawl into your bed. You were hurt and angry, which had pushed your exhaustion to the side. You changed into comfy clothes and sat on your bed. You were thinking about what had transpired tonight, as well as the events that had occurred over the past year.

It had been about 10 months ago when everything blew the hell up. FP Jones had gone to prison for the murder of Jason Blossom. When you’d heard the news, you’d been shocked. There was no way that FP would hurt a kid, let alone murder one. You got the sense that Tall Boy knew more than he was letting on, but he wouldn’t tell you anything. So you went directly to the source. Seeing FP shuffle in in an orange jumpsuit and cuffs broke your heart. His face lit up in surprise when he saw you sitting on the other side of the glass. From that moment on, something had changed between the two of you. You visited him every week and worked with Jughead to try and get him free.

The day that FP got out of prison was one of the happiest you’d ever experienced. That night, he’d knocked on your door in the middle of the night because he couldn’t sleep. You sat on the couch and he laid down with his head in your lap. The two of you had talked for hours and you’d gently run your fingers through his hair. Eventually, you both fell asleep and when you woke up, you were surprised to see him still there...cooking you breakfast. That day began a growing relationship between you and the Serpent King. You’d been together for the past four months, but no one knew. Not because FP wanted to keep it a secret, but because you did. You didn’t want other Serpents to think you were sleeping with the boss to get special treatment or some bullshit. And you certainly didn’t want to upset Jughead in any way. So you asked him to keep it a secret and he agreed. He’d asked you just last week if he could officially announce it, but you were too nervous. He respected you enough to honor your wishes.

You sighed audibly. The memories of the past few months normally made you happy...but right now, all you could think about was how foolish you’d been to get involved with the older man. You’d developed real feelings for him and you thought he’d felt the same. Tonight’s events, however, made you question that. His orders showed a lack of respect for your morals...a lack of respect for you. Maybe it shouldn't bother you so much, after all those kids had voluntarily joined a gang. But they were still kids. And the Serpents weren’t that kind of gang. They looked out for their own; protected them. Now they were going to run drugs and force the kids to participate. It was just wrong.

You were jostled from your thoughts by a knock at your door. When you opened the door, you were surprised to find a solemn-faced FP standing on the steps. “FP, I don’t really want to see you right now.”

His frown deepened. “Pipes, can we please just talk?”

You looked him over and noticed that he looked older and more weary. This whole thing was clearly weighing on him, and it lowered your resolve. You simply stood back, allowing him to enter. He sat on the end of the couch and you sat on the other, pulling your legs up and turning to face him. You sat in silence for a few minutes before he finally spoke. “You’re upset with me.”

“Perceptive.”

He looked over at you. “It had to be this way, Piper. It’s the safest option for all of us.”

You just stared at him, waiting for him to go on. When he remained silent, you spoke up, “So that’s it? You’re not here to apologize?”

He furrowed his brow. “No offense, Piper, but I’m the King. I have nothing to apologize for.”

Your eyes widened in hurt and surprise. You blinked rapidly to keep the tears from falling. “Then you can leave.” You stood up and gestured towards the door.

He looked up at you in confusion. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“FP, if you don’t understand why I’m upset, then this conversation is over. Now, please leave.” So I can cry in peace, you added silently.

He stood up and looked at you sadly. “Did I just screw this up?”

“Honestly, FP, I don’t know.”

He winced as if you’d slapped him and he turned and walked out without another word.

You collapsed onto the floor with your back against the couch and let the tears fall.

***FP’s POV***

I stomped into my trailer and slammed the door. What the hell have I done? I run my fingers through my hair and sigh. I sit down on the couch with a thud. I am such an idiot. I finally have a great relationship with an amazing woman and I let my ego fuck it up. I put my face in my hands and shake my head. I tell myself that it had to be done, that this was a good plan, but the words feel hollow.

“Dad? Are you okay?” Jughead tentatively steps out of his room. I can see the worry on his face and I want to reassure him, but I can’t bring myself to do it.

“Not really, Jug.”

He came into the living room and sat in the chair across from me. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s not something I should be discussing with my son.”

“Come on, Dad. Who else are you going to talk to?” He gestured around to the empty room.

The kid had a point, as much as I hated to admit it. “I messed up. I made a decision and I hurt someone that I care about.”

“One of the guys?”

I shook my head. “I, uh, haven’t been completely honest with you, Jughead. I’ve been seeing someone. She wanted to keep it a secret--”

“Piper?” he asked with a small smile.

I looked up at him in surprise. “You know?”

He laughed. “Of course I know! I’m not an idiot, Dad. I’ve seen the way you look at her.”

I can feel my face heat up. I’d tried to keep it professional around her, but she made me feel things that I never thought I’d feel again. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“I get it. Some people might judge.”

I simply nodded.

“So what did you do?

I sigh and fill him in on the events of the evening. Jughead was quiet for a few minutes after I’d finished. I knew he had a lot to work through...especially since this whole business with Penny started with him. “This is my fault,” he began.

“No, Jug, it’s not, okay? I’m taking care of it, so don’t worry about that part.”

“By turning the Serpents into drug mules? Dad, that’s not who we are.”

“You think I don’t know that, kid? I hate this as much as you do, but it’s the only option.”

“But sending kids to do it? Come on, Dad. You’re telling me that you can’t see why Piper is upset?”

“It’s a good plan,” I say defensively.

“That may be true, but think about it from her perspective. Piper loves us like we’re her younger siblings. She would die to protect a Serpent kid without a second thought. But you’re forcing her to do something that puts those very kids in danger. It goes against who she is a person. Hell, you ordered her to do it. Imagine how that would feel.”

I hung my head, realizing that my son was right. “Shit,” I mumbled.

“Dad?”

I looked up at him.

“Do you love her?”

I froze. The word ‘love’ always made me nervous. I hated using it and I hated hearing it. But Piper was different...everything about her was different. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine living the rest of my life without Piper. I realized with a pang that I couldn’t do it. Losing her might very well be the death of me. I made eye contact with my son and said softly, “With all my heart.”

He smiled. “Then you have to get her back. You might want to start with an apology.”

I nodded, knowing he was right. “When the hell did you get to be so wise?”

He leaned back in his chair and shrugged. “I was born this way.”

I rolled my eyes and stood up. “Go back to bed, oh wise one.”

Jughead smiled and headed back to his room.

“Hey, Jug.” He turned back around to look at me. “Thanks.”

He nodded. “Anytime, Dad.”

I changed my clothes and collapsed on my bed. The weight of the day exhausted me. My heart ached, but I knew that Piper would need time before she’d see me again. I hoped that I could see her before tomorrow’s meeting so we could clear the air. I fell asleep thinking about what I was going to say to get my girl back.

***Your POV***

You’d fallen asleep after crying it out for a little while. You felt no better today and your eyes were red and puffy. You knew you’d need to try and remedy that before heading to the Wyrm. You didn’t want people to know that you’d been crying, least of all FP. You took a long, hot shower, then put a face mask on and some under eye masks too. You laid on your bed, naked, and tried to relax your mind. After 20 minutes, you got up and washed your face. You smiled when you saw that your skin wasn’t blotchy and your eyes weren’t puffy. They were still a little red, but that was as good as it was gonna get. You took your time getting ready...you were in no hurry to see FP. Hell, if you were a different person, you would have made up some excuse to not go today. But you weren’t a quitter, so you pulled yourself together and headed to the Wyrm.

When you walked into the bar, you were surprised by how crowded it was. It was only 9:30am on a Saturday. One of your kids was the first to notice you enter. “Hey, Piper!”

“Hey, Sweet Pea,” you said with a smile. “What are y'all doing here here so early on a Saturday?”

Sweet Pea shrugged. “The boss texted us to come in.”

You hadn’t gotten that message, but maybe it was because you were already planning on coming in. You perched yourself on the barstool between Sweet Pea and Fangs. “I wonder what this is about,” you muttered.

“No one seems to have any idea,” Fangs replied.

A loud wolf whistle brought everyone’s attention to the other side of the room. FP was standing up on the stage so that everyone could see and hear him. Seeing him sent a shockwave of emotions through your body...not all of them good. You couldn’t believe that he’d called a meeting without including you. You were wondering what the hell he was gonna say when he began to speak.

“Sorry for calling you all in so early on a Saturday.” Laughter and boos spilled out around the room. “But what I have to say is so important that it couldn’t wait.” He took a deep breath. “The Serpents are going to have to do something that I’m really not happy about, but it has to be done in order to protect our youngest members. I met with three of our best yesterday to discuss our next moves. I made a decision during that meeting that I have now come to regret. I neglected to take other people’s opinions into account and for that, I am truly sorry. So today, I am announcing my new decision. A few of us will have to risk everything for the good of this family. So, as of today, myself, Tall Boy, Mustang, and Levi will become drug runners for Penny Peabody.”

His voice was drowned out by angry shouts from almost every person in the room. You simply sat in stunned silence, unable to form a single coherent thought. FP raised his voice, fighting for dominance. Finally, he whistled again and everyone fell silent. “I know you’re angry and so am I, but we don’t have a choice. She threatened some of our youngest Serpents and I will not stand for that. So we’re going to do what she wants, even if it costs us.”

FP scanned the room until his eyes found you. “There’s a person here that means the world to me...and I hurt her in ways I didn’t truly understand until now. And for that, I am incredibly sorry. I’m going to do everything I can to make it right...no matter how long it takes.” The room stood in stunned silence. FP had just admitted that he loved a woman in this room and publicly apologized for hurting her.

Your whole body was frozen. His words hit you deep and spurred something inside of you. You stood up and looked your King in the eyes. “In unity, there is strength,” you said, your voice strong and firm.

Everyone turned to look at you, but your eyes never left FP’s. Seconds passed, then the entire room responded in kind, “In unity, there is strength!”

FP nodded and jumped off the stage, effectively ending the meeting. Everyone started chatting and a voice behind you said, “Holy shit. He was talking about you.” You turned to see Toni Topaz staring at you in shock. You nodded slowly, “Yes...he was.”

The rest of the group that surrounded you gasped audibly and started asking all kinds of questions. A deep voice from behind saved you from having to answer any of them. “Do you kids mind if I steal Piper for a while?” FP asked.

A chorus of “yeahs” and “go aheads” resounded. You rolled your eyes at their expressions and followed the King upstairs to his office. The moment he closed the door, you spoke, “Well that was very public.”

He blushed. “I’m so sorry, Pipes. For all of it. I didn’t realize what I’d done until I talked it over with Jughead.”

Your eyes widened. “You told Jughead?!”

He shrugged. “He already knew. All I did was confirm it. He said--and I quote-- ‘I’ve seen the way you look at her.’”

You were quiet for a moment. “Was he okay with it?”

“More than okay. He wanted me to fix things with you.”

Now it was your turn to blush. “I can see that that emboldened you.”

“Maybe a little bit.” He smiled. “Which is also why I changed the plan. It’s more dangerous, but you were right. We can’t do that to the kids.”

“I’m glad that you agree, but why take me out of it?”

“To protect you. I realized last night that I can’t bear to lose you.”

You looked at him affectionately. “FP...”

“Let me finish or I’ll never get this out.” You nod and he continues. “You have changed my life, Pipes. You make it better in every possible way...and you make me better. How can I not love you? I meant what I said earlier, you mean the world to me. It scares the shit out of me, but I love you, Piper Coronado. I love you with all my heart.”

You stood there frozen in shock. FP wasn’t a particularly open man when it came to his feelings and it was well known how he felt about the ‘L word’, so his revelation had you reeling.

“Pipes...please, say something.”

You realized you’d been silent for too long. “I’m sorry. I’m just shocked.”

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I --”

“Shut up,” you say, cutting him off. You close the space between you and pull his face down to yours, your lips crashing together. After a few moments, you pull away breathless. You look up at him and say softly, “I love you, too, FP Jones. I always have.”

His face lit up and he grinned. He grabbed you and pulled you into him, kissing you passionately. He gripped your thighs and pulled you up so your legs were wrapped around his waist. He carried you over to the desk and sat you on top of it, clearing everything off with a sweep of his arm. Everything crashed to the ground and you winced. “FP! They’ll hear us downstairs.”

He grinned. “Don’t worry, baby. It’s sound-proofed.”

You returned his grin and pulled him closer with your legs. “Well in that case...” You tugged at the bottom hem of his shirt and he got the message and pulled it off over his head. You reached for him and he leaned back in to kiss you. Your body reacted to his touch and you let out a soft moan as he trailed kisses down your neck. “Lose the jacket,” he murmured against your neck. You wiggled your arms out of your jacket and tossed it on the floor. His hands immediately slid up under your shirt and you pulled it off over your head to give him better access.

You could see the massive bulge through his jeans and you slowly ran your hand across it, sending a shiver up his spine. “Lose the pants, handsome.” He grinned and quickly yanked them off. You licked your lips and murmured, “Boxers too.”

“How is that fair? You’re almost fully dressed!” He protested.

You smiled and slid off the desk as you slowly unclasped your bra and tossed it to the side. FP watched your every move, the hunger in his eyes spurring you on. You turned around so your back was to him and slowly slid your jeans down your legs. You leaned forward, giving him a great view of your lace-covered ass. He let out a low groan and the instant your pants were out of the way, he was right up behind you, pressed against your back. He peppered kisses down your neck and shoulder while his hands explored your breasts. You let out a low moan and leaned back into him.

“Turn around, baby.”

You obliged, turning to face him. He pushes against you until you hit the desk. He gently slipped his hands under your ass and lifted you onto the desk. He immediately drops to his knees and spreads your legs wide. He nuzzles against the lace of your panties, causing you to gasp. He takes his time, gently kissing your inner thighs, sending sweet sensations through your body. The more he teased you, the more you needed him. “FP,” you groaned, “quit teasing me.”

“Do you not like it?” He asked softly.

“You know I do, but it’s cruel.”

He chuckled softly and grabbed your hips. “Lift up.” You did as you were told and he quickly slid the lace bits off your body and discarded them on the floor. He looked you over, his eyes filled with desire. “You’re so gorgeous, Piper.”

You smiled and beckoned him towards you. He leaned over you and planted a soft kiss on your lips before getting down on his knees again. He placed his hands on your inner thighs and slid his tongue between your folds. Your head fell back and you moaned as he began licking and sucking with fervor. You tanged your fingers in his hair and he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to his mouth. Waves of pleasure radiated through your body and you felt the familiar knot tightening in your stomach. You lifted your hips to meet him and begged him not to stop. His grip on you tightened and he sped up, sliding two fingers inside of you, gently stroking your g-spot. Within seconds, an intense orgasm racked your body and you cried out in pleasure. FP rode the waves as your body bucked beneath, not stopping until you gently tugged on his hair. He lifted his head and looked at you with a grin. You pulled him up to you and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips.

He pulled away and whispered, “I want you, baby.” You smiled and reached for him. He pulled you close and you wrapped your legs around his waist so that he could pick you up. He carried you to the couch and gently laid you down before crawling on top of you. He kissed you and you ran your hands down his hard body, appreciating the toned muscles. He let out a soft groan against your lips, clearly appreciating your touch. He began moving down your body, kissing your neck, nibbling at your collar bone, and gently licking at your nipples before leaning back and grabbing his cock. You bit your lip and lifted your hips slightly, indicating to him that you wanted him. He slowly rubbed his cock against your entrance and you moaned breathlessly. “I want you, FP,” you said.

“How badly?”

“More than you can imagine. Give me what I want,” you demanded.

“As you wish, my Queen.” And with that, he slid inside of you, filling you up in ways only he could.

You were surprised by his choice of words, but all thoughts quickly left your mind as he started to move. You moaned softly and dug your nails into his back. He leaned forward and nipped at your neck as he increased his pace. “Shit, Pipes. You feel so good,” he groaned.

He shifted your body so that he hit your g-spot with each thrust. You gasped and clung to him as he began to pump faster, slamming into you, pleasuring you as only he could. “Fuck, FP. I’m so close.”

“Not yet, baby. You cum when I tell you to.”

You nod and he continues his glorious assault on your body. His movements become more erratic and his body tenses up. You know that he’s close too. Just when you think that you can’t take it anymore, he murmurs, “Cum for me baby.”

You feel your body completely give in to him and a second orgasm sends you into spasms of pleasure. You feel him spill into you, moaning loudly as your walls milk everything from his cock. Eventually, he slows and collapses on top of you. “That was incredible,” he whispers into your neck.

“You’re incredible,” you say back.

He kisses your neck and pulls himself to his feet. He starts to get dressed and you do the same. It dawns on you that you have something you need to ask him. “FP?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“What did you mean when you called me your Queen?”

He eyed you carefully. “I want you to be my Queen,” he said softly. “But only if that’s what you want.”

You smile at him and pull him in for a kiss. “Of course that’s what I want.”

He grins at you and takes your hand to lead you downstairs...he had another important announcement to share with the rest of the Serpents.

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cosmic-hearts · 4 years

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star-crossed | na jaemin

na jaemin x reader - mafia!au

genre; angst, romance

warnings: mentions of smoking, alcohol, violence (fighting), injury

foreword;

In which you’re hopelessly drawn to the boy who dances with danger and flirts with the flames of peril, but the stars are crossed in objection.

You don’t understand. You’d professed your love to Na Jaemin, your school’s notorious gang leader and resident playboy the night before, and he’d accepted it, eyes shining with sincerity and cheeks glowing with euphoria from your unexpected affection for him. The full moon and the Han River dappled with starlight were witnesses to the way he sealed it all with a kiss, breathing fire and passion into your lungs the way no one had ever done before. He left you dizzy and breathless, intoxicated by the smell and sound and sight and feel of him.

You knew his very existence spelt trouble, and you knew that he was the polar opposite of you; and yet, you were willing to take the risk, to throw your all into this love. You were sick and tired of playing it safe, of always being the good girl everyone expected you to be, and Na Jaemin made you feel like you could be dangerous, you could live life on the edge and do things you shouldn’t just to prove that you could.

He made you feel invincible.

But now here he is, with another girl in his arms, with all the intimacy of a newly born couple. The couple that was supposed to be you and him.

It is at that moment that you decide that perhaps, love really isn’t for you.

Turning away from the scene, you don’t notice Jaemin’s gaze lingering on you, and as you walk away, his grip on the girl loosens.

It pains him so, so much to have to do that to you. And yet, he knows that you can never be together; your life would be in so much danger. He’s bad for you and he knows it perfectly well— he couldn’t bring himself to implicate you with all the messy profanity of his life.

So he chose the easy way out: breaking your heart.

He takes a morbid sort of comfort in knowing that your newfound hate for him will, ultimately, protect you.

—

You can feel Na Jaemin’s gaze burning holes into you, and you’re relishing every damn second of it.

It seems like dark, smokey eyeshadow, a hiked-up skirt and being in the arms of Lee Donghyuck really does the trick. Jaemin’s staring at you with such feral intensity that you almost let your carefully constructed veneer of confidence slip. Almost.

Donghyuck has his arm around your shoulder, and he runs his hand up and down your arm as you nestle close to his side. You and Donghyuck had never been close, not really; he’d teased and flirted with you often enough, but you never reciprocated his advances because firstly, you weren’t interested, and secondly, he was Jaemin’s arch enemy, and before Jaemin’s betrayal you knew where your loyalties lay.

Apart from the fact that Donghyuck was enemies with Jaemin and therefore the perfect way for you to wreck Na Jaemin, he had pure rebellion running through his veins— he was a massive flirt, skipped school whenever he could, and inhaled so much nicotine you wondered how he still managed to retain that beautiful healthy glow about his cheeks.

You knew you were just one of Donghyuck’s many playthings, but you didn’t care; in a way, you were both using each other for your own agendas.

You wanted to show Jaemin that you could get on just fine without him— you could have fun too, and you could be bad, just as bad as he was.

“Babe,” Donghyuck says as he hands you a cigarette from his pack that never seems to run out, “have you never tried it before?”

You’re acutely aware of Jaemin’s eyes on you, anticipating your every move. You make the mistake of looking over at him and making eye contact with him for a split second, and the warning in his penetrating gaze is clear: Don’t do it.

That’s all the push you need to swallow your inhibitions down your throat, smirk at Donghyuck and take the short white stick from his fingers, insert it between your lips and let the first traces of arsenic and formaldehyde taint your virgin bloodstream. After all, what toxin is there to fear when your heart has already been poisoned with the incurable disease of heartbreak?

The ashy, rancid taste lingers on the tip of your tongue even as Jaemin tears his gaze away from you and gets up from his seat, his silhouette fading away into obscurity.

—

You sincerely wish, with every fibre of your body, not to be here. Your soul desperately longs to flee from this teenage-infested party where not even the feel of Donghyuck’s hands around your waist and his hot breath on your neck provides reason enough for you to want to stay. It’s just too much; the thumping bass of heavy metal pounds in your ears, the psychedelic strobe lights give you a massive headache, the pungent odor of smoke mingled with sweat makes you want to throw up. You want to be beneath your comforter, protected by the swathe of white sheets in the heaven that is your bed, not here rubbing shoulders with sweaty bodies in Donghyuck’s dimly-lit basement.

“Liking it, baby?” Donghyuck has the audacity to ask, despite knowing full well that you want to jump off a cliff right this very instant.

You ignore him, instead choosing to move towards Mark Lee who’s beckoning you to him, a glint in his eyes that escapes your notice because the alcohol is finally taking root in your system, and your vision slowly becomes hazy.

“Hey Y/N,” Mark says, catching you by the waist when you wobble slightly on your shaky feet, “Woah there, careful.”

You rest your forehead on Mark’s shoulder, holding onto his arms for balance. You’d never talked much to Mark, you just knew that he was one of Donghyuck’s cronies and a regular at his parties. You also knew that he was charming enough to induce anyone, even those perfectly sober, into a drunken stupor with his smile alone, and in your state of halfway-inebriation, Mark Lee is your catalyst to full intoxication.

“Here, drink this,” Mark says, “it’ll help with your hangover tomorrow.”

You gratefully take the red plastic cup from his hands, and just as you touch the rim of the cup to your lips a violent force knocks it out of your hands and the drink splashes to the floor, pooling round your sneakers. You lift your head to see Na Jaemin glowering down at you, chest heaving and eyes ablaze with such intensity of emotion that you feel yourself sobering up immediately.

“W-What was that for?” You choke out brokenly, unable to register the fact that the boy you fell in love with so deeply who then proceeded to take your heart and step on it is standing before you in all his glory, looking as beautiful as ever with his dark hair tousled, in a leather jacket and ripped jeans. He doesn’t reply you, instead he shoots a withering glare at Mark, grabs your hand and drags you out of Donghyuck’s house, out into the cloak of the ominous night. The dark sky overhead nurses a multitude of sequin-silver stars, and it is the kind of night that reminds you of the night you confessed your love to Jaemin— the thought makes your heart constrict with both longing and loathing.

You try to shake him off but his grip on your wrist only intensifies.

“Na Jaemin, let me go!” You yell, and that is when he stops and turns around to face you so abruptly you almost crash into him. He shoves you against a wall and clasps your shoulders in a stronghold, refusing to set you free.

“Did you know,” Jaemin says, voice low and guttural and heavy with foreboding as he draws closer to you till your faces are mere inches apart, “that that bastard Mark Lee spiked your drink?”

You let a deviant smile creep onto your face as you deliberately move even closer to Jaemin, closing what little gap is left between your bodies. “And why do you care, Jaemin? Why should it matter to you whether or not my drink gets spiked? I’m nothing to you, Na Jaemin. Nothing. Remember that,” you whisper, voice laced with acid and venom.

Jaemin stares at you with an unreadable look in his eyes. “Are you and Lee Donghyuck together?”

You play with the ends of your hair, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. “Again, is it any of your business? I don’t go around interfering in your love life, now do I?”

“Just answer me, Y/N! Why do you have to make this so damn hard for me?!” Jaemin suddenly growls, slamming his fist against the wall just beside your cheek. You barely even flinch, enjoying the adrenaline rush you derive from firing up his nerves and messing with his heart.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say with a smirk, but then Jaemin’s head suddenly tilts downwards and he rests his forehead against yours, arm snaking around your waist to pull you close to him. His action paralyzes you, making you feel terribly vulnerable in his arms, and you loathe and love the feeling of his warm, heavy breaths ghosting across your skin. But you absolutely detest the way he manages to crumble your facade of baseless confidence, the way he manages to make you feel frail and weak like you’re some stupid damsel in distress in need of a knight in shining armor. He is so close to you, and as you look up you notice that his eyes are as dark as the obsidian night sky, the stars in his eyes glistening like bits of molten gold, like celestial, heavenly fires. You hate Na Jaemin with every fibre of your being, yet you want to stay like this forever, trapped in his sweet virulence, his lethal warmth.

“You’ve changed,” he whispers, his voice now a soft, weak flicker against the chilly winds whipping through the sidewalk and rustling up a torrent of dead leaves.

“Yes, I’ve changed,” you spit the words out, tone dripping with vitriol, “and you’re the same Na Jaemin, I suppose? Going around breaking hearts as usual?”

It is then that Jaemin pulls your body flush against his, pulling the back of your neck towards him so that your cheek is leaning against his chest and you can hear the sound of his heartbeat, strong and steady and yet at the same time it’s a faltering rhythm, impeded by the swirling wreck of emotions threatening to consume you whole. You feel deceptively safe in his treacherous embrace.

“You don’t understand, Y/N… I’m bad for you. We can’t… we can’t do this. We wouldn’t work.”

You pull away from him, staring up at his face only to find a haunting melancholia in his eyes. He lifts his hand to caress your cheek softly, tracing his fingers along your cheekbones, your lips, your chin, as if trying to memorize every detail of your face. His touch leaves a bittersweet trail across your skin, like black coffee interspersed with slashes of honey and cinnamon.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” Jaemin says, voice thick and hoarse and you wonder how long you can stand to play his cryptic little mind games before your heart breaks into a million useless, irredeemable shards.

“It’s a little too late for that now, isn’t it?” You ask, your tone no longer acerbic but instead heavily laden with woe and weariness. You feel the weight of regret, rash decisions and relentless heartache take its toll on you and more than anything you just want to go home where it’s safe and warm and solitary.

And with that, you shove your hands into his chest, causing him to stumble backwards and back away from you. You don’t miss the way his expression quickly morphs into one of hurt, the raw anguish on his face plain to see.

But you tell yourself that he deserves it. No one has the right to play with your heart and toss it aside like you didn’t matter at all.

What neither you nor Jaemin notices, though, is a hooded figure cloaked under the murky shadows, masked beneath the cover of the night. He watches the you both, a smirk beginning to creep up on his lips as he pulls out his phone and dials a number.

“I’ve found her.”

—

Your nights used to be filled with Donghyuck’s parties, letting the touches of strangers satiate your want of affection, deriving subpar solace from the alcohol that pumped through your veins. But for the past week, these pointless indulgements have begun to take their toll on you and wear your soul down; parties suck, being touched makes you feel sick with regret, and the alcohol numbs your nerves only temporarily; the scorching burn that devours your head the next day isn’t worth it.

Rationality hasn’t been your strong point lately, and that’s probably how you find yourself ambling through the dark streets at 1AM in a bid to stave off insomnia. More accurately, to stave off thoughts of Na Jaemin and how much you would give just to be in his arms again, to have him lie against your lips and tell you that he’s in love with you. It’s pathetic to want something you can never have and you know it.

Sighing, you pull your cream woolly sweater over yourself to keep warm, wincing slightly as the crisp nighttime breeze nips at the skin of your face; a crimson flush creeps across your cheekbones.

The streets are empty and quiet, save for the occasional car whizzing past on the dark road nearby. Not a soul is in sight; something that would normally have put you on edge, but you’re so absorbed in your own troubles that the solitude is a welcome distraction, and is more healing than alarming.

Unfortunately, you don’t hear the footsteps behind you; neither do you sense a looming presence from behind.

And then a tall, hooded figure, seemingly conjured up from thin air, appears right beside you from a nearby alley, wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you close. You look up, only to see a boy with a cap perched firmly onto his head and across his eyes, shielding his face from your view.

“Keep walking straight and don’t look back. Act natural.”

You’d recognize that low voice anywhere.

“Why the heck are you here and what are you doing?” You hiss angrily, trying to free yourself from his hold but Jaemin’s fingers clench around your sweater as he pulls you even closer to him.

“We’re being followed. Listen to me, all right?” Jaemin whispers urgently into your ear; from the back it would have looked like he was giving you a sweet kiss on the temple.

“When I count to three, we run. Just follow me and don’t let go of my hand, okay? I won’t let go, promise.”

You know that you should never trust Na Jaemin, and yet, you would trust him with your life in an instant; and so you do, giving him a small nod that’s enough confirmation for him to grab your hand and interlace your fingers with this.

“3, 2, 1. Run.”

With that, you two take off down the streets. You channel every ounce of your energy into your legs, willing them to match Jaemin’s speed, and for the next few agonizing minutes he grips onto your hand with such strength that you start to believe his lies, you start to believe that maybe this time he really won’t let you go.

Your lungs are just starting to burn with exertion when Jaemin pulls you round a bend leading to a dark alleyway, and the two of you dash into a small, cramped shelter hidden away from plain sight.

In spite of the danger looming just round the corner, you can’t help but notice how close Jaemin is to you; his chest is pressed against your back, an arm wrapped tightly around your waist, heavy breaths mingling together in the tight space that binds the two of you.

“Y/N,” Jaemin whispers into your ear, and you can feel the rise and fall of his chest with every breath that he takes, “stay here and wait for me. Don’t move, don’t make a sound. I’ll come get you soon, okay?”

You whip your body round to face him, grabbing weakly onto the end his leather jacket, a sickening sense of foreboding and fear seizing your heart. You don’t say anything, but your eyes cry out, No, don’t leave me, please. You don’t know why; maybe it’s because you’re scared that Na Jaemin will leave and never come back, that he’ll break his promise again, that he’ll disappear like he always does and you’ll never be able to hold onto him. Soon, tears are streaming down your cheeks and your chest heaves against his as you try to suppress your sobs; for the first time in your life, you finally understand fear in its many devious forms. Fear of losing the boy you love, fear of losing your life, fear of losing your sanity.

“Shh, baby,” Jaemin whispers breathily, and your knees almost buckle under the softness of his plea. He raises his hands to cup your cheeks, thumbs gently wiping the tears away. They’re the only thing that glistens in this dark night; your tears remind you of everything you’re about to lose, everything you’ll have left after tonight.

“I swear I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll be back for you, I promise. I love you.”

I love you.

He seals the deal with a light but hasty kiss on your forehead, and with that, he slips away from your fingertips, leaving behind nothing but the faint tang of his cologne.

It is safe to say that the moments that follow are by far the most agonizingly painful in your entire life; it is eerily quiet for a while, but not for long, because soon enough bellows of pain ring through the night and it takes all your willpower for you not to dash out from your hiding place and run to Jaemin. Peeking slightly round the corner, you’re met with a horrific sight; Jaemin pummelling a man with an almost fanatical fervour, driving his fist repeatedly into the hooded figure’s gut, his face, anywhere he could get his hands on.

You’d never known he could be this violent.

He strikes a final blow near the man’s ear, and the man goes limp, staggering away from Jaemin, evidently succumbing to defeat. Your blood runs cold; is this really the gentle Jaemin who’d kissed you softly and put your fears to rest just minutes earlier?

You watch as he turns around, moving towards your direction with renewed spirit. At the same time you emerge from your hiding spot and he practically runs to you, enveloping you in his arms and crushing you to his chest.

“I’m so sorry you had to see that,” Jaemin murmurs, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You want to wrap your arms around him but you’re paralyzed with the image of Jaemin relentlessly raining blows on the stranger; granted, he was simply doing what he had to in order to protect you, but you just couldn’t erase the image of the crazed look in his eyes that seemed to light a fire in his body, pushing him to keep on hurting others.

You push away from him and stare at his face; the moonlight illuminates his injuries and you see a crimson cut across the corner of his bottom lip, and scrapes along his cheekbones. You trail your fingers across his cheeks, avoiding his gaze all the way.

“Jaemin, you’re hurt,” you say softly, and without waiting for his response, you gently take his hand and lead him through the dark streets of the night. He doesn’t question your actions, simply follows your lead, and you wonder why; does he want to hold onto you just a little longer, too?

You dispel the thoughts from your head upon reaching a convenience store, where you instruct him to sit and wait outside for you. You go in, then emerge with a plastic bag of bandages and antiseptic in tow.

You set to work quietly, dabbing lightly at Jaemin’s wounds with the antiseptic, bandaging his wounds with as much meticulous care as you can possibly muster with shaking hands and a rapidly beating heart. You’re perfectly conscious of Jaemin’s fiery gaze blazing holes into your skin as he stares at you with such intensity that you feel your pulse quicken even more.

“Done,” you mumble, once again looking everywhere but in his eyes; you know that once you do there’s no escape.

You spend the next few moments packing away the supplies, fingers flying rapidly over the bottles and bandages, resolutely avoiding Jaemin’s gaze.

Even when he walks you home it is in utter and complete silence, and you refuse to look at him as you fiddle with the ends of your shirt. It is only when you reach your apartment that he finally speaks up.

“Y/N, please look at me,” he says quietly, unable to bear it any longer, tucking his index finger under your chin and tilting your head to face him. You look at him, your bottom lip trembling slightly, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes.

“Are you afraid of me?”

And yet, even as he asks you this, it seems like he’s the one who’s more afraid; his gaze is tremulous, as though your answer could crush him in an instant.

“I don’t know, Jaemin,” you say honestly, for how could you be afraid of the boy you love? How could you love a boy you’re afraid of?

“This is my reality,” Jaemin whispers, voice clouded with pain and anguish that makes your heart constrict with a heavy, throbbing ache. “I get into fights, I hurt people, I do horrible things. I’m a bad person, Y/N. I don’t deserve to be with you, and you’d only get hurt if you’re with me.”

“But you said you loved me,” is your feeble reply, your voice broken as heartache rips you apart at the seams, destroying the very fabric of your heart.

Jaemin smiles then, and it is the most ironic thing he could have done; his smile is melancholic, mournful, anything but mirthful.

“And it’s exactly the reason why we can’t be together.”

The grief in his eyes seems to come alive.

“They know, Y/N. The mafia I work for, they’ve got you on their radar.”

A chill runs down your spine. You knew this was probably the case, but the very confirmation coming from his lips makes you wonder if this was all a mistake.

Maybe loving Na Jaemin was the biggest mistake you’d ever made.

“Let go, Y/N. Find someone who can take care of you, who can protect you and give you everything that I can’t. All I can do is love you, and it’s not enough,” Jaemin murmurs, his voice weak and hardly audible, and yet every word of his rings through your soul and you know that you’ll never be able to let him go.

By this time tears are streaming down both your cheeks; you and Jaemin can only be together in sorrow, bound by a love you both can’t have, bound by the cruelty of circumstance.

“I’ll wait for you,” you whisper, and though Jaemin doesn’t believe you, he holds your promise true to his heart as he brings his lips close to yours and kisses you, and you can taste his salty tears mixing with your own and the gash on his lip causes him to shudder against your own, but he continues to kiss you slowly, painfully aware that once this night passes, not even the stars can capture this moment and store it within the infinity of the cosmos; all of it will vanish with the dawning of the sunrise, and he’ll have to let you go by then.

You kiss him with all possible ardour because you know it’ll be the last time you allow yourself to indulge in such sweet sin. You try your hardest to convey your promise and faith with your lips, because you know that mere words can’t do much; you’re both much too broken to be fixed with empty vows.

“Don’t wait for me,” Jaemin implores as he finally pulls away from you, but what he really wants to say is I’ll come back for you once I get out of this mess so please, please wait for me.

You watch as he slips out of your backyard, out of your world, and becomes one with the night.

When the twilight fades, the boy who dances with danger and flirts with the flames of peril will cease to exist in your life. And yet, this wretched love binds your soul to his like a curse of eternal damnation. You don’t know if there’s any getting him back, but you know for certain that there’s no letting him go.

The stars are crossed in opposition for now, but you take comfort in the cognizance that at the very least, your paths aren’t infinitely parallel.

a/n; it took forever but its finally here!! the highly requested story inspired by the jaemin blurb that i put up a while back. im sorry it took me so long to upload this, but i really hope you guys will enjoy it :)

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twisted-monarch · 4 years

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Golden Lily.

So... I made a little Teacher!Gender neutral!Reader x Adrien, my own nurse OC. Why? Because I´ve never written so much in English (and never a self insert), and because I want to write things in the Twisted Wonderland fandom.

As for warnings... I guess shameless flirting doesn't need a warning. But yeah. There's that. Enjoy!

You just arrived at your new job a week ago, and the fact still seemed so… Strange. Too good to be true, even. Becoming a teacher in the Night Raven College… A prestigious position, fitting for a mage as powerful as yourself, but still surprising because of your youth. The work you put in your own education finally paid off, earning the black and gold letter that still decorated the desk of your elegant bedroom, in the teacher dorm. Now you were the new Astrology teacher, and you were about to impart your first practical class. At midnight, in one of the pristine gardens that decorated the grounds of the college. You were glad to find that some of your students were specially enthusiastic about it, and between them, you found most of the Octavinelle dorm. -It shouldn't be surprising that we enjoy Astronomy, teacher. When you live deep underwater, you don't usually see it… But we use the stars a lot to travel from place to place.-Explained Jade, taking a seat in the grass in front of you. Not everyone was so agreeable, unluckily. Vil raised his voice, visibly annoyed. -Tsk. Why does it have to be so late? I need my beauty sleep, all of the ten hours it takes. Teacher, please. Can't I skip this class?

-No.-You answered, both serene and firm. -I´m trying to not only teach you this lesson well, but also provide a bit of relaxing time. I know you had a very important Alchemy exam today, and many of you crammed for days in order to pass it. So… Here we are.-Some whispers followed that statement, noticing how aware you were of the school life already. You were making the effort to fit in for sure, and the principal seemed happy with that… And honestly, you too. You shook Silver´s shoulder in your way to the front of the garden, near the telescope, and the grey-haired boy woke up with a yawn. Giggles were heard from Ace´s direction, quickly quieted when you cleared your throat in order to start the lesson.

Things were going well, as usual. You only had a few classes with them, but you could already feel that the NRC students were taking a liking to you, and that night wasn't an exception. You weaved your words without much of an interruption but the occasional question, when… A deep roar was heard in the distance, and a shadow appeared tumbling from behind a building. Your mind raced as that monster, undoubtedly the product of a overbloated person who was left unchecked, ran towards you and your pupils. How did it break in the NRC? Who was it? Why nobody sounded the alarm before? A lot of questions that needed a lot of answers, but most importantly… -Get behind me!-You shouted, your usual calm voice breaking into an order as you weaved the shield spell. It was too late. The monster, that resembled a giant snake, pounded towards you as you changed your spell into an attack…

… And everything turned black.

The next thing you knew… There was nothing around you. Only the dark, and the warm softness of… Blankets? Were you again in your bed? Was all of that a dream? Maybe… Because only a dream could make a voice as sweet as the one you started hearing then, hushed like it was coming from far, far away… -Are you with me?-Somehow you knew. It was you that he was talking with, you the one that mattered right now. Why? -The antidote should be taken effect right now… Can you hear me?-Memories returned slowly, everything seemed distorted. The lesson. Your students. The sudden attack. That enormous snake launching itself at you, ravenous and angry because a slight long forgotten into his madness. It bited you, at some point… But you were alive.

-... Where am I…?-You managed to whisper, opening your eyes as fast as you could. The world was blurry, but you managed to figure out a male silhouette, and a golden light over your chest that promptly dissapeared. -Ah… You are finally awake. I was starting to get worried… How are you feeling?-Suddenly, the realization hits you: You are in the infirmary, and the lanky, black-haired man that is smiling softly at you is the school nurse, Adrien. -Not too well… But I´ll survive.-You haven't even stopped talking, when you try to get out of the bed. Try… And fail spectacularly, because you lose your force the moment you put your feet on the ground. But your body doesn't reach the floor. Before you know it, your fall is broken by a pair of arms that hold you firmly. -Be careful, your body is still weak from the venom. I know you don't like it… But you need to rest.-Adrien tells you, leading you back to the bed, still holding you against himself. His hands feel warm over your clothes, as if the sun was radiating from him. It's strangely calming, and it relieves the pain that has taken hold in all your body. Little by little, your mind becomes clearer, allowing you to feel slightly embarrassed at the same time you noticed you were alone with the doctor. -My students… Are they safe?-A quick look at the window and the clock tells you that you have been unconscious for about four hours. Soon the sun will rise… And you can't help but to notice the slight dark circles that shadow Adrien's eyes. -Yes, thanks to you. Luckily you reacted soon enough… But fending off a monster like that alone isn't a good idea. You were poisoned, and got a couple broken bones. I don't like seeing you hurt like this…

You can feel your heart fluttering when you hear that. It´s true that you have known him only for some days, but… These kind of things just make you blush, even if you want to think he's only joking. It's no secret that Schloss can be really flirty, but… The fact that he's making you sit in the bed, his waist between your open legs, doesn't help at all. You cast away your glance, making him chuckle a little. -Anyways, it would be better if you sleep for a while. You´ll have to deal with a lot tomorrow, and you won't be recovered until a couple days pass, at least. I'll take care of you until then. -His hands press against your shoulders, forcing you to lie down with him hovering above you. For an instant, his cologne overpowers the sterile odor of medicine and clean surfaces. Lilies. The scent is almost as sweet, as addictive, as his voice breaking through the veil of your sleep. For a second, you have to stop yourself from closing your eyes and letting out a sigh. -If you need anything else or it starts hurting again, call me. I will be working in the next room, but you can call me anytime. I can't let the heroine of the day go unattended her first night here. -The raven-haired doctor signals an open door, and the lab that lies beyond it. You knew that he sometimes worked overnight… But also, you knew that he didn't like being interrupted by anybody. Or so it seemed.

-Good night, dear. Sleep well.-This time, the wink and the tone of his voice clearly tells you it's a joke. But there is no way to hide the red that dusts your cheeks while he´s placing the sheets above your body, right before scurrying to his lab with a mischievous grin plastered in his face. Oh, if you knew how much did he love making you flustered, making you weak in that sense. But, at the same time… He enjoyed taking care of you, making you feel safe in that big, dark school.

As he said, you slept well. The combination of medicines, exhaustion, a comfy bed and a pleasant dream are much more than what is needed for a restful night, and you had it all. All… But Adrien. The windows were open, spring breeze warming the room, and a golden light forming a protective aura around you, like the one you saw while waking up. But this time, it didn't go off immediately. You rubbed your eyes. It was… A flower. A golden iris shining like the sun, right next to you. Put with care in a glass vase, filled with some kind of potion. Healing you, keeping you company and scaring away anything, anyone who would harm you. Just like the man who created it.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfic #twisted wonderland oc #adrien schloss #reader x oc #because why not #oh f this is long #and reads like the start of a yandere fic #i think #idk anymore #maybe its only me bcs i know he´s like mother gothel #deep down

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danddymaro · 3 years

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The Fallen Angel | MGSV Fem. Reader insert

So how did she end up at MB?

No Pairings, but includes a List at the bottom with links മ◡മ

Of course, this won't match up with all of the other works I have already put out, and that's alright, this can be independent, because, after all, it's just a pastime read for fun.

I thought it'd be interesting to put the scenario out.

Flashbacks are in italics : Example

Thoughts are italics in quotes : ‘Example’

Word Count : 2620

The Fallen Angel

Her terror-filled eyes were covered by a dirty rag and be it the actual dimness of the room, or the thickness of the cover over her eyes, she couldn't see a thing through the blindfold, rendering her completely blind and cast into a world of pitch black.

The room, smelling of both rusted metal and rat piss made her empty stomach twist and turn like a wrung cloth and as a result, she felt bile threaten to rise out through her tightly clenched teeth.

"Where..?" She breathed with an accompanied whimper.

'Where am I?' She wondered helplessly, not knowing where she was, or how she even got there to begin with and she had so many questions to ask, all of them running in her head before they abruptly stopped at a new sound.

It was then that a chilling, creaking noise perked her ears, causing her to grow alert, her face shooting to the direction of the sound with anxiousness.

She then felt the world stop, the sound of heavy rushing water and loud echoing drums ringing inside her ears. At the very moment, she couldn't just feel her blood rush, but also hear it, the sound eerily similar to the ocean’s unrelenting wild waves as they crashed onto rock surface.

Her heart raced, the sound booming at its highest volume with exuberance.

She didn't know who or what was standing before her, nor what had been their initial intentions, but she could only hope they had compassion over her, or at least, felt even the slightest bit of pity for her as she lay there on the cold, filthy floor.

Her hot tears seeped through the makeshift blindfold as excitement and fear filled her, unknowing of just what was her fate.

She could only hold onto hope, the faith nested deep within her breast soon overwhelming her, trying to convince her that her fate would change for the better.

“Please… Please!” she hiccupped, “Please let me go! I promise ! I swear I don't know anything! I don't have anything...I don't know anyone...!” she choked out while shivering.

'- I don't know what I've done wrong,' She went on.

She then felt a hand pull up the cloth around her eyes, freeing her from the black isolation with the very moment.

With a short gasp, she looked straight on to find the dimmed figure of a tall man, his dark silhouette seeming large and imposing even as was he kneeled before her laying figure.

"- I'm gonna get you out of here," He assured her, his voice low and gruff as he addressed her, “Just do as I say,” he added as his hand which she noticed was in actuality a prosthetic, traveled up to his face, the index pressed against his lips as he kept his eyes on her, waiting for a signal of compliance.

Nodding, she said nothing more, her lips glued shut, not wanting to jeopardize her chance at escape.

‘Just get me out of here,’ She silently begged, willing to do just about anything if it meant she could be free.

The sound of approaching footsteps came from outside the room and, silently the man within the cell slipped into the darkest corner of the room, his hands both set before himself to tackle the new arrival.

Amazed, she watched him move, (e/c) colored eyes peeled wide to capture his every step.

He was as fast as lighting, his arm curling around the other man from behind, pressing against his neck to restrain him as his other showcased a shining dagger, freshly sharpened and ready to use,

" Speak," he muttered, his low, somber voice having a sharpness as menacing as the blade in his possession.

It was all he said whilst restraining the other man, the sharpened end gently kissing the base of the captured masked man's neck all the while with the promise of doing much worse if he was defied.

Words spoken in another language were spewed out from the restrained male, the information bursting out like the water of a broken dam as he easily surrendered, knowing he was outclassed and at the mercy of the enemy.

After getting what he wanted, her savior drew back his dagger, his grip tightening until his victim fell limp, the stilled body silently falling onto the filthy ground as he was carefully eased down.

" Come with me, and not a word," Snake told her, once again repeating the same gesture to keep her silent.

With an enthusiastic nod, she smiled, her glossy (e/c) colored eyes shining with anticipation and joy.

She was then slung over his shoulders, easily carried by the male, even as he preoccupied himself with looking down at his electronic device,

“ So, the target's been moved to another location, right? ” he said whilst speaking into his radio, receiving a reply the woman could only register as faint, little static noises.

“...That means it'll be more security, huh?" He added with notable frustration.

“- Alright, In the meantime, I’ve got a prisoner here,” He informed his comrade, giving the women a side glance, watching the tears that still stuck to her lashes, and what was much more her small, sweet smile that made her face glow with happiness that made his glance last longer.

"- You're nowhere near a safe landing zone," He was informed by his personnel, "In which case, your safest bet is using the Fulton device,” He was further informed, and at that, he nodded,

"Alright, Stand by, " he ordered, his only goal during the time being to escape unscathed and much more, undetected.

Soon after, he snuck through the darkness, leaving no trail behind, the only evidence of his infiltration being the woman he escaped with and the man that was left in place of her in the depressing cage they’d contained her in.

Once outside, and at a safe distance, he strapped the Fulton device onto her, being sure she was buckled on securely by tugging at the belt one final time.

Worried, she looked up at him, “ w-what's going on?” She asked him, sounding small and mousy wearily training her eyes on the balloon that hovered her above the ground.

He said nothing more than a single word:

“Enjoy.”

A loud screech clawed its way out of her throat as she suddenly shot up, the ground she once lay on becoming a stranger to her. She was horrified, her voice instantly rawed by the loud howl she released.

With a glare she looked down at the man, finding him already looking up to her, watching as she ascended further.

The man who had saved her briefly looked up at her while she left the land, and as she caught sight of the small perk at the left corner of his mouth she couldn't help but feel a strange warmth of happiness blossom within her chest, the fear that she felt suddenly dying out.

In just that instance a grin overtook her, and smiling grandly she hollered out with joy, her arms spread out as she cut through the wild wind, and her horrified cry morphed into sheer delight.

- And it was unexplainable, but somehow, she felt like she was at her safest.

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“ ангел,” Ocelot said lowly, looking towards his boss as he spoke, giving him his full attention.

“That’s right, The Soviets called her ангел or...Angel,” Kaz muttered, reading the report in his hand, his eyes skimming over it with a sour downturn.

“It says here she just fell out of the sky,” He added while he then trailed his eyes up to the blue atmosphere, uncertain on whether or not he should believe the intel, finding it strange, enough to have both doubt and caution existing within him at the same time.

Nodding, Ocelot agreed,

“ From the intel we gathered it seems as though there was a beam of light from the sky, and when they went to search the area they found her.

She was unconscious, bare.

In a sense, completely new to the world,” He informed both Snake and Kaz, relaying exactly what he'd been notified.

"A few of the soldiers we threw in the brig confirmed it, and, from what we gathered, they were afraid to even look at her wrong, so they just threw her in a dark room and bound her as tight as they could." He explained, his arms crossed as continued to watch the brunette, observing him as he took in the information.

“There’s no place to trail her back to. So, it's like she doesn't even exist. " The silver-haired male went on,

“She says her name is (f/n), but that’s as much as she can tell us cause it looks like the girl had severe amnesia.

All in all, she’s a clean slate.”

“You sure about all of that?” Kazuhira said with scrutiny.

“100%, but if you don’t trust my judgment, you can take his word instead,” Ocelot said while pointing his chin towards the more silent male as he seemed to think, contemplating over the small moment he shared with her an hour prior,

She’d been properly introduced to the man that saved her, and during the interaction she couldn’t withhold her gratitude, thanking him repeatedly, simultaneously promising him her loyalty in return.

He was quiet throughout the entire exchange, though, she noticed a small smile lifted his features, and it made it all easier to trust him, the initial caution she had due to his dominant aura slowly leaving her as she saw the light expression.

Finding out about her lack of memory, he became understanding, because all in all, he believed her every word in that regard.

“- Stay,” He told her, “For now, you should stay,” He added, not willing to send out into the unknown world.

As strange as it was, if she wasn’t from their world, then how could she survive?

If he simply threw her out into the unknown, what would be of her?

“T...Thank you,” she said again, feeling as though it was the only phrase she knew because of how much she had uttered it, but she knew nothing else that could be said to the man that had saved her.

She knew no other words that could possibly even be equivalent to a life.

It was then that her body moved all on its own, going straight towards the man as she wrapped her arms around his strong body,

‘How can I ever thank you?’

‘How can I even begin to repay you?’

Perhaps it was straightforward, maybe even downright strange to him, but she knew she had nothing more that could be given to him,

“Thank you,” She breathed, repeating herself again.

‘Have you already grown tired of me repeating these words?’ She wondered with mild amusement, a small puff of air escaping her as she felt his arm rest over her back, the brunette being respectful enough to not draw any lower, and it was an indication that he knew just where her act came from, silently accepting it without any lecherous nature existing in him.

He genuinely cared for her well-being, and to her, it was plain to see.

She looked up at him with the same expression he’d captured upon their first interaction, the same one that was of joy, yet lingered with sadness, and most of all full of gratitude.

“She's telling the truth,” V said with certainty.

“ With that being said we can't send her out,” he went on, his brows tightly knit together.

'- It's a gut feeling,' He thought to himself, knowing that it wasn't enough to back his decision, but making the call nonetheless.

He then shook his head, deciding to take a calm walk along the base to clear his mind, leaving the two other men to themselves.

He understood how shady it all seemed, but somehow, he was convinced she wasn't a secret ploy against them.

- He truly did believe in her word, but there was no way he could prove it, especially with how muddied and shady her tale was.

Not a few moments after did the lovely (h/c) haired woman peep out from the medical bay, her sight mostly focused upon the bright sky, wonderment in her gaze as she thought back to what had been said about her, specifically speaking, the supposed story of how she even ended up captured in the first place.

And during then, she was observed,

“That's her, right?” Kaz said while eying her, watching the slow steps she took, taking in every movement that she executed.

Kazuhira's hidden eyes trailed up from the woman's small heeled feet, eyeing the dark, sheer pantyhose that hugged her legs, all leading up to the edge of the black pin skirt that ended mid-thigh.

skimming over her entire figure, he found his eyes set onto her face, studying its unsettled expression.

“Stunned, I see,” Ocelot said, nudging him, shooting him a knowing grin, taking the prolonged glance as something else,

“Stunned?” Kazura huffed, “More like, cautious... suspicious of her. We don’t know who she is, and yet we have let her onto our base of operations? So what, So she can familiarize herself with our base? With us? Our soldiers?” Kaz continued.

“For all we know, she could be working for Cifer, she could be one of his spies,” He said lowly, still maintaining his focus on the (h/c) haired young woman.

“...We’ve got more enemies than we can count,” he elaborated, "So who's to say she's not affiliated with one of them?" He then pressed on.

“I’m sure you're overthinking it,” the silver-haired man said whilst studying the female too, “Trust me, if you have a moment with her, you’ll understand,” he added with assurance, though, not at all convincing the other man.

“- She fell out of the sky,” Miller said flatly, “Sounds like a lot of bullshit to me,” he added with exasperation.

"But even then, it seems you two are insistent in letting her stay," He grumbled, knowing he was outnumbered, only being left with the option to keep his eye trained on her.

Feeling their sights trained on her, she then turned to their direction, eyeing them with the same curiosity they did her.

The two men were both were blondes, one golden-haired while the other was a lighter, silver-haired blonde.

She recognized the first, remembering that Snake had referred to him as Ocelot during her interrogation.

Though the two men were essentially strangers to her, she recognized one familiar face, that alone easing her.

Quietly, she gazed back at them, a small bashful smile rising throughout the while, her entire face showing uncertainty, yet placid kindness nonetheless.

Lifting his hand up in a halfhearted manner, Ocelot gave her a short wave, one she kindly returned, the same tender smile intact, even as she lined her sight with the other male, and what she was certain was an antagonistic glare, even while he wore shaded eyewear.

'You're not the first, and I doubt you'll be the last,' She thought to herself, regarding the harsh glare that was meant for her, knowing it came from a place of doubt and high caution, understanding where he came from because even she found her story hard to believe,

'I find it hard to believe too...' She silently spoke to the man, her eyes falling down and away from him as she saw him tear his attention from her, deciding to go a different route where he wouldn't cross paths with her.

'But it's the truth, And I have just as many questions as all of you do,' She added as her eyes found their way back to the atmosphere.

Where Will This Take You?

Quiet

Keep You Safe | To protect, even from a distance was a way she showed her bond.

Venom

In His Hold | She questions what her purpose is, and just what she has to continue to look forward to, finally coming to one simple conclusion.

With All My Heart | NSFW | First time together

A Collage Of You | You ever notice he has a collection of pictures on the wall of the chopper?

Glad You’re Back | With Him There she can finally sleep

I Missed You | Drabble | She missed him

My Peace | Drabble | He’ll make sure to protect his bit of peace

Stinky | Drabble | He comes Home Stinky

Ocelot

Name | She wants to know his name.

Sunshine | There’s a reason he calls her Sunshine.

roughly | NSFW | He gets a'lil rough with his (f/n)

Hidden away | Everyone else had become aware of their secret meetings

My One Truth | There are many things he can’t tell her, but there is one truth he can.

Impressed? | He tries to impress her

In My Opinion | Drabble | Kaz’s opinion on Ocelot & (f/n)

Kazuhira Miller

Care | She get’s hurt, and he knows it’s his fault, and it’s eating at him

Sweet Melody | PT.2 Of Care | He sings to her a song, one of his own, one inspired by the growing feeling in his chest.

Sweet Child Of Mine | Kaz as a new father.

A Simple Sorry | All He had to do was Apologize.

Ugly | He thinks he’s ugly. She disagrees with his point of view.

Defensive | When it Comes to her, He can’t help being defensive

Falling Into Step | It’s been a Full Year at MB.

Oblivious | Drabble | She’s been oblivious the entire time

Making Love | Drabble | There’s only one way he can love her

A Change Of Heart | He’d Sworn He never wanted children.

Someone Better | She thinks he could do better

What I Need | Drabble | It’s just what he needs

Act Like It | He’s always just staring

Extras |

Sweet Memories | The reader gets a picture out of baby boy Eli W/ A lil bit of Ocelot x Reader that’s barley noticeable you can just push it aside.

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silverfoxclaw93 · 5 years

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Yandere Mysterio x Reader

Illusion

You were on the run. Running from a psychotic hero wannabe.

“Agent (L/n). This is Quentin Beck, he’ll be helping us with our fight against the Elementals.” Maria Hill explained, introducing you to a highly handsome man.

You sent him a kind smile and shook his hand. Though you were a tad bit disturbed by the look in his eyes, desire and desperation were evident in them.

“Mr. Beck? Are you alright?” You questioned.

“Hmm? Oh yes! I am! It’s just...” he looked down at the ground, “you look a lot like my wife before...before the Elemntals attack.”

“Oh? Was her name ‘(y/n)’, by any chance?” You asked, embarrassed by that hopeful tone in your voice.

“Yes...it was, how did you know?” After a minute of silence, Quentin seemed to have answered his own question,” so...the you must be...her counterpart on this earth.”

You could feel a blush make it’s way on your face, Maria coughed to return the attention to her.

“Well, Mr.Beck. It’s seems as though you were almost fated to be apart of S.H.I.E.L.D.” Maria smiled, returning to her boss.

Fate doesn’t have anything to do with it, Quentin thought to himself.

“Oh, (Y/n).~ Where are you?” His voice cooed inside the darkness.

You couldn’t believe you trusted him, believing his web of lies and now you were going to pay the price. When you were sure he past, you made a dash out of the building you were in, and held your hand out to grasp the door handle...

Only to run into the person you were trying to run from.

“Hello, (y/n)!~” He purred, his helmet off so you could see the psyhotic glint in his eyes.

You tensed when you felt his arm snake around your waist, pulling you closer to his form, and using his free hand to grab onto your wrist.

“Let me go, you liar!” You spat, your voice filled with nothing short of venom.

“Oh my, I’m not a liar...” He said darkly, pulling you into his illusions, “I’m the hero, remember?”

You gasped quietly. Watching as a team of scientists and tech experts tampering with drones to create a battle between an Elemental and Mysterio.

“And this is for thinking that I’d let you hurt (Y/n), again!” The ‘Mysterio’ shouted at the holographic monster.

“Pause!” Quentin shouted, the battle now stopped dead, “instead of saying that... how about “I already let you hurt the love of my life once, I won’t let you do it again!” And I want it to be more compassionate, get that ‘falling in love in a dangerous situation vibe’ from her, you know?”

You felt sick to your stomach. This guy not only fooled you but he was trying to make you his damsel in distress? You, a skilled agent, a damsel?

Oh, hell no were you letting him get away with this.

“As if I’d fall for cheap knock-off, you prick!” You shouted, gaining everyone’s attention.

Your eyes burned into Quentin’s own, he was paralyzed with fear. You knew, you knew everything. In that second, his heart shattered at the realization that the pedestal you once put him on had crumbled into ruins and that he’d never see that adoration in the (e/c)- colored eyes he fell in love with.

“(Y-Y/n)! It’s not what you think-“

“SAVE IT, ASSHOLE! I’M TELLING FURY!” You snarled, making a break for it.

Then something in him snapped. You weren’t going to run away from him, he wasn’t going to let you.

“Send every drone after her, right now. AND IF I SO MUCH AS SEE ANY PART OF HER HARMED, YOU WILL ALL PAY!” He shouted, putting his helmet on and chasing after you.

It’s not real, it’s not real.

That’s what you kept telling yourself anyways.

You were running through a hallway filled with pictures, pictures of you and him. One with him proposing, one on your wedding day, and even one with your newborn son. Not like it had ever happened, or at least... your think it didn’t happen.

Damnit, this place was driving you insane!

You turned left, only to fall in a pit of fake and made up memories, all of them seemingly innocent. Taking your child to school for the first time, you and hin dancing under the silver moonlight, and it just went on and on.

You and him with ice cream. You and him sharing a passionate kiss. You and him cuddling next to a warm fire. You and him, you and him, you and him...IT WAS JUST YOU AND HIM!

You screamed in fear because you knew you’d hit the ground soon, only for a pair of strong arms to catch you.

Your shaky form quievered in his arms, you were clenching tightly onto him, and he’d never been in more love with you right now.

“Q-Quentin? Is this real?” You asked, your sanity chipping away at itself.

“It’s as real as you want it to be.” He said affectionately, setting you down on a plush bed.

Tears began to well up in your eyes and you later back wearily on the bed, everything didn’t make sense right now...nothing made sense.

“I don’t know what’s real, Quentin.” You sobbed out, disgusted by this feeling of helplessness but also a sense of relief for knowing he was real in this demented illusion.

He kissed your tears away, climbing on top of you in a straddling position, and moved your (h/c) locks away from your beautiful face. Caressing your cheek softly and a warm smile on his face.

“Then let me help you show you what’s real.” He replied, his face moving closer.

You nodded meekly, allowing him to connect his lips with yours passionately. He began to be rougher as the kiss escalated, kissing your neck until he found you sweet spot. He made you moan and then took advantage by inserting his tongue into your mouth.

“Mmph!~ Q-Quentin!” You managed to breathe out.

He was going to keep you here, warping your mind until he made you see that he is your truth, and that he was your number one hero. He was the only real thing you have in this twisted fantasy.

Soon, you’d give into his illusions.

#spider man far from home #Quentin Beck/ Mysterio #yandere marvel #agent reader #spiderman far from home spoilers

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starfaring-princelotor · 6 years

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First Touch

Summary: Medic!Reader tends to Lotor’s wounds, but the Prince doesn’t make it easy for the good doctor.

★ Disclaimer: I do not ship Lotura and I respectfully ask that this story to not be tagged as Lotura. This is a Lotor x Reader/Self-Insert OC story which is in no way related to Allura at all. Please be respectful of my chosen pairing. ★

Touch Series: Part One___Part Two___Part Three___Part Four ___Part Five

Taste Series: Part One ___Part Two___Part Three ___Part Four___Part Five

Sight Series: Part One___Part Two___Part Three___Part Four

It had started out as...something subtle. Something that, more or less, tickled the back of Prince Lotor’s mind. He was an observer, always has been, and he’s gotten so used to his survivor skill that it was almost second nature to just study. Study the stars, the planets, the people, the enemy, the allies. Anything that teased his curiosity with a single stroke of its finger always sang to his urge for more. Go, discover, learn. Explore. It was both a curse and a blessing.

With just a glance, Lotor could process three things about the group seething at him from outside the prison walls. One; not a single soul trusted him. That much was a given considering all the grief and trouble he dragged them through mere hours ago. Two; they kept him alive for information. These heroes could have easily wiped his existence from this astral plane, but they were merciful. Whether for their own good souls or their own benefit, he has yet to figure that out. And three?

He was being observed, as well.

Not in the way the fine Paladins and Alteans did, with their heated glares that, in an alternate reality, could melt him on the spot. No, Lotor felt another pair of eyes on him, from the back of the group and well hidden from his line of sight. That tickle became stronger and he was itching to rise to his full height just to get a better view of who was spying on him. For now, though, he would play the waiting game. If he was patient, soon enough his prey would feel just as curious, if not more, about the scary alien prisoner behind bars.

How does the saying go? If you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back? Oh, he could get used to this game.

Prince Lotor’s patience succeeded in the end. Well, that and the gaping hole in his arm may have sped up the process. Team Voltron had concluded that to get information, they would need a prisoner, um, ALIVE. Which brought up the problem of Lotor nearly bleeding out thanks to his recent betrayal from his commanding officers. Sure, his wonderful Galra genetics helped him stave off his pain for a while. He was considering himself lucky now that he hadn’t passed out from lack of blood.

“You’re bleeding.”

Oh? Quite the sharp eye you had. That was sarcasm, but he held his tongue to stay in your good graces.

“I have been for quite some time now,” he explained, brushing off his wound as if it was merely a hindrance, a missing armor piece or a stubborn hair in his face, “I take it the Paladins of Voltron have assigned you to aid me?”

You answered with a solemn nod and approached the cell cautiously. Very cautiously, almost too carefully, as if the air would suddenly conjure up lightning to electrify you on the spot. The way you held yourself reminded Lotor of a...frightened animal, like a gazelle hiding from a herd of lions and gators and every predator known in the universe. He supposed he did give off that energy, even stuck behind a cell like this one. That, and his height no doubt intimidated you to no end.

He could see your fear...and you were right to do so. Alone, just you two in the umpteenth floor of the castle with nothing but a barrier keeping him from approaching you. Though, he did not always need force to get what he wanted. Words were his most powerful weapon.

“May I see your arm, please?” you motioned towards the barrier that had a small slot opening just big enough for him to slip his arm through.

Ah, a polite medic! How perfect. Much easier to observe when your subjects are docile by nature. And how could he deny such a person? Lotor kept his eyes focused on you as he followed your orders, watching carefully as you disassembled his broken armor to reveal his damaged arm. There was a glint in your eyes when you spent seconds turned minutes scrutinizing the wound. Anything you learned, Lotor did as well.

For instance, during your unraveling, he noticed how your fingertips did not once skim over his skin. Again, the image of a gazelle flashed through his mind. Surely your cautiousness stemmed from something else? Yes, he was a dangerous man, a criminal too, but even you could see that his skin was not going to attack you. He was not some venomous snake that had poison oozing from his pores. No, he concluded it had to be...something else. It wasn’t the power, the menacing aura of his heritage, or his steely gaze that set you on edge.

He kept the thrill of this observation behind his facade, but he wanted to...experiment. Test out his hypothesis, so to speak. Part of him found it amusing how you kept just barely out of his reach, as if he wanted to clutch your throat in his larger hands and choke you until the last breath left your lungs. No, that would be...boring. The tickle wouldn’t be satisfying once he scratched it. Besides, what better way to gain the trust of the Paladins than to show he was of no threat to them? He would do so, starting with you. Through you, to be more specific.

You dabbed his wound with a generic cloth soaked with what he could only assume was some sort of alcohol, judging by the strong acid reaching his nose. Not only was his wound open wide along the length of his arm, but it was singed at the edges. Your movements were slow and calculated, something Prince Lotor appreciated and praised with his eyes. Now, if only you would look at him. Once - just once - but the stars would not grant his wish.

“It will have to be stitched up,” your voice was...were you bored? “But the burns will need to heal before doing that, or you’ll get an infection. There’s too many dead skin here, but I did remove as much as I could given your...restrictions.”

“Very well,” Lotor’s voice was deep, naturally commanding, “Do what you must, good doctor.”

Damn, he had hoped the compliment would deter your focus, but you did not yield. In fact, while you shuffled in your medical bag, Lotor could see you were more...disinterested. Was it the wound? Did you see too many cuts and bruises every day that assisting him was a waste of your time and potential? Or...were you, too, just observing him indirectly? So many questions, but not enough answers!

“Stay still, please,” came your order, not a hint of force behind them, “This will sting.”

Thread after thread, the cut in his arm sealed close. Your fingers were nimble and efficient like any competent medic, though your work was mediocre. Sufficient, perhaps a little primitive as well. Lotor was obedient, but at least his arm no longer throbbed in pain and spilled his blood everywhere he stepped. His sharp eyes watched you cut the string and, before you could pull your hand away, he took a risk by barely grazing his callous fingertips with your soft ones. He could play it off as an accident easily, even though his very purpose was to get a reaction out of you.

Oh, and what a reaction he received! Almost instantaneously, you yanked your hand back to your chest as if his touch alone would have severed your fingers clean from your knuckles. You didn’t blush, which was one reaction he expected. He had charms, he knows it, and is very well aware of them. Though, judging by the absolutely hateful look boiling behind your eyes and the near animalistic snarl set on your lips, it wasn’t his physical appearance that triggered your defenses to switch into an offensive mode.

No, it was the act he did.

“Do not touch me,” you spat, acid dripping from every syllable and a harsh threat nearly rising from your voice, “Don’t ever touch me.”

That tickle...it grew tenfold. A medic who was averse to touching patients? How absurd! Or...was it just him? Did you hate him as much as the Paladins did? Maybe more? Either way, he pulled his arm back within the cell to lay limp by his side, his cosmic blue eyes taking in your, in simple terms, utterly pissed off glare. You had shrunk back into yourself again, but this time the fangs and the claws were out. This time, he didn’t see the gazelle. It was more like...a turtle. Come closer, stick your fingers in my face again and see what happens.

“I apologize,” he stated with utmost sincerity, “I...I meant you no harm. Truly. It was a mistake on my part.”

Lotor’s words didn’t seem to temper your rage. If anything it seemed like he only stoked the burning flame even more. You must not have believed his apology. At least now he answered one question: you didn’t hate him.

You hated being touched.

Your nostrils flared a bit before you huffed at him in warning, still not trusting him or his genuine words. Perhaps that was an honest error on his part. His simple touch had seared you, hurt you, even if there was no superficial proof on the surface. Without sparing him another word, you turned your back to him and walked away from his cage. His mind was processing everything that happened so quickly, analyzing where he went wrong and how his next test would be in a more controlled environment.

Yes, there will be a next test. Prince Lotor’s curiosity was not sated and now, he can truly say he found humans quite fascinating.

Lotor wanted to learn.

#lotor #lotor x reader #spacestories #reader hates to be touched #tactile sensitivity maybe?#more research needs to be done

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superprincesspea · 7 years

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Store Cupboard

Requested by @genevievedarcygranger

Lol so like I would really love playboy of either Negan or Simon 😈😈😈

Simon, Reader Insert, NSFW

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The head chef asked you to grab more flour from the store cupboard, it was the type of errand you did all the time but when you flung open the door you instantly realised that today was unlike any other day.

You hardly knew where to look and for a second you froze with only your eyes moving as they darted from the intense expression on Simon’s face to the way his hips thrust. His trousers were snaked around his ankles, leaving the bottom half of his body nude as he fucked what looked like one of the other Savior’s.

Before you could back away like you hadn’t seen a thing Simon’s eyes met yours, his groans of pleasure reaching a peak and his rhythm never faltering as his partner demanded more to the tune of skin slapping against skin.

Your cheeks heated and as much as you hated to admit it you felt a rush of warmth soaking into your panties. “Sorry,” you mumbled, falling back through the door. You didn’t want to stick around for the climax and you certainly didn’t want to be around for the awkward moment that would surely come after.

Without looking back you began to hurry to your room before remembering you were suppose to be working. Your face blanched. The idea of walking back to the kitchen and seeing Simon sneaking from the storeroom with his conquest was just as bad as having to explain the reason why you hadn’t picked up the flour.

You dithered in the hall halfway between home and work for so long that you were almost certain the store room would now be clear and when you rounded the corner to head back to the kitchen, you were right. Simon was gone from the store because he was standing directly in front of you.

Your cheeks were burning, your throat suddenly dry as you looked at anything but him in an attempt to avoid the situation. The way he chuckled made you feel even more embarrassed and it only served as a warning that he didn’t want to avoid this situation in the slightest.

You tried to step past him but he put his arm out to block your escape. Leaving you standing awkwardly, hoping that if you closed your eyes and really wanted it then you wouldn’t have to be in this moment right now. But it didn’t work. Simon was still there, still watching you and no matter how much you wanted it the ground wouldn’t swallow you up.

“Did you like what you saw?” he said and your gaze couldn’t help but shoot straight to his, your eyes wide with horror, your mouth hanging open in complete shock.

He seemed to be enjoying the fact that he’d been caught and you wondered if he was standing here now because he’d been looking for you so he could say this very thing.

“I didn’t,” you said with as much venom as you could, “I think it’s unhygienic doing… that… on the food.”

Simon stroked his fingers over his mustache in a way that made you think of his fingers stroking other places. “Is that what you thought?” he teased. “From the look on your face, I thought you were enjoying that little sample… I thought maybe you’d be interested in tasting the full package…

Now you were back to staring at your feet, your mind replaying the way his thighs had looked. His muscles thick, tanned and taut as he…

You snapped yourself out of it. If Simon thought you’d do anything with him after what you’d just seen him doing with another woman then he must have been out of his mind. “Certainly not!” You said with as much certainty as you could, pushing him out of your way and walking like your weren’t still dying of embarrassment on the inside.

You could hear him laughing, his cheerful tone mocking you with every step and before you rounded the corner you turned back to him, giving him the finger and hoping he wouldn’t bring this subject up again.

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#simon/you #reader insert #simon twd #savior simon #simon's thirst squad #...#smut

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instantregret101 · 7 years

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2p!England x @yanderehetaliareactions

This is for the lovely @yanderehetaliareactions for her birthday! This is an insert story, but not for reader! I’m sorry this is so terribly late and I know it should have been posted sooner! Happy late birthday, sweetie! ((Also forgive me, I did this all on my mobile, so it may look odd to anyone reading on an actual computer!))

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Oliver watched the recording with rapt interest for what seemed to be the six trillionth time that day, the upbeat pop songs blaring from the TV along with his angel’s incredible voice telling all her fans to have a nice night. So polite! Oh yes, Marvi was absolutely perfect and cute. Oliver stared at her long brown hair and her oh so stunning green eyes as he clutched one of his colorful throw pillows. That’s his Marvi alright. Always so sweet and soft and kind.

A knock on the door distracted him and, with a slight irritated growl, the Brit stood up and marched to the door, baby blue eyes swirling with a venomous pink. If it wasn’t important, then everyone else should just leave him alone to plot how to get his love. He paused for a moment with a blush. Yes. His love sounded very nice. With a slightly rough yank, the door was opened. All of a sudden, the pink haired man couldn’t see for something was thrust into his face. He didn’t flinch.

“Here. Louis said you’d like this gift…. it’s a sorry thing, I guess. Me and James breaking your window and shit.” Allen’s voice muttered the words and Oliver sighed, remembering the incident and Al and James’s promise to make it up to him. He had long since fixed the shattered glass and vacuumed up all the shards that were too small to pick up.The irritation melted slightly at that, realizing that the American was trying to be nice in his own standoffish way.

Though that didn’t exactly stop Oliver from making a sarcastic comment. What fun would it be if he couldn’t ruffle Al’s feathers once in awhile? “Allen, dear, I can’t exactly see my gift if it’s right in my face.” Al snarled at the use of his full name and pulled the envelope back a little before thrusting it into the Brit’s hands and stomping away. Poor Oliver couldn’t even remind him to put fifty cent in the swear jar before he stalked off. “Thank you!” He called after his brother, smiling slightly when his truck door slammed hard and the sound of tires squealing left his driveway.

Genuinely curious at this point, Oliver looked down at the pure white envelope in his hands, which had a messily written ‘my bad’ on the front. He shakes his head before heading back to his living room and sitting delicately on the couch, careful not to wrinkle Al’s gift. “I wonder what my dear Allen has gotten me.” He cooed as he grabbed his knife off the end table closest to him, slicing the top in one neat flick of his wrist. The first thing he pulled out was a piece of notebook paper with James’s handwriting on it as well.

‘Oliver, sorry we broke your window. Louis said this would be a good makeup gift or whatever. -James’

The Brit smiled at his son’s attentiveness. Gently setting the letter aside, he dumped the contents of the manila envelope next to him. Shock nearly caused him to drop his knife as he screamed in absolute joy. There, on his sofa, laid a ticket and a VIP pass. Not to just anything. To a concert and not just any concert. In bold lettering at the top of the ticket, sat her name. His Marvi’s name. What a perfect opportunity his sons had gifted him!

The concert that was scheduled for tomorrow! ‘How in the world have those two managed to get their hands on a ticket and a VIP pass on such short notice?!’ Oliver thought as he squealed happily, pressing play on his remote as he placed the pass around his neck, walking towards the TV. “Soon, darling… Soon, we’ll be together. Forever and ever.” He purred at her form, grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

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Exhausted from another wonderful show full of adoring fans, Marvi waltzed to her dressing room, wiping a bit of sweat off her skin with a soft towel. Feeling tired and smiling a little in joy as she took a breath. Her manager and long time best friend, a tiny Vietnamese woman with bright amber eyes and raven black hair peered in. “Your VIP guest will be here in two minutes.” She said, her voice soft and gentle, befitting the soft looking woman. Marvi whipped around with a smile, brown hair fluttering and her green eyes shimmering with a mirthful light, waving at the woman.

“Thank you, Linh! You should get some sleep. You must be exhausted from all the work you’ve done for tonight’s show.” She said, concern for her friend and manager evident in her voice as Linh opened her mouth to protest. “Good! I’ve already sent everyone else home. Now, get to the hotel and rest!” Marvi ordered good naturedly and pointed towards the parking lot, smiling as the smaller woman gave a sigh and a nod before heading to her car.

“If you’re sure…” Linh mutters softly, looking a bit conflicted as Marvi waved her off before heading back to her dressing room and shutting the door.

“I can totally deal with one fan! How hard could it possibly be?!” She asked with a large grin. Linh sighed and began walking down the corridors of the stadium to get to her car. Large blue eyes watched the scene and the scowl on Oliver’s face twisted to a large grin as he pulled the small Asian woman to him, knowing that Xiao had his eyes on her as well…Come to think of it, Kuro had mentioned some woman managing a famous singer too. Someone who came on TV during an interview, maybe…? Oh well. Two birds with one stone, as they say. She let out a sharp cry before Oliver put his hand over her mouth and placed the knife at her neck.

Linh froze and looked down at the blade slightly before tensing up as an arm snaked around her waist. “You’re going to allow me to escort you to Marvi’s dressing room and you two are going to come with me quietly.” Oliver stated cheerfully, though his swirling eyes told her a different story as he glared at her. She gave a small nod as he allowed her to lead the way. She took a deep breath, but before she could say anything, Oliver pressed the knife closer.

“Try to warn my angel… try to scream… try anything that could ruin this… and, poppet, I’ll slice your throat open so quickly, you’ll be wondering what happened. I don’t care who wants you.” He growled slowly as the Vietnamese woman let out her breath shakily, tears welling in her eyes as they made it back to the dressing room. “Knock, dear. It’s only polite.” Oliver said sweetly as Linh brought her trembling hand up and knocked twice. “Did you forget something, Linh? I didn’t expect you to-” Marvi started before seeing her friends testy eyes and the shine of a silver blade at her neck. Linh sniffles slightly and bit her lip as Oliver leaned over her shoulder. Marvi opened the door wider. “Well, hey there… As rude as this may sound, please get that knife away from my friend’s neck.” Marvi spoke, anxiety welling up in her chest as her friend began to panic lightly.

Oliver leaned closer to her, gently grabbing a few strands of her brown hair and smelling it. “Oh, angel, your hair smells better than I thought it would,” He stated dreamily as he smiles. “But I’m afraid I can’t do that. Please, grab your things, darling, and come with me. Or else Miss… oh goodness, I didn’t catch your name, poppet.” He said to Linh as she trembled.

Silence rang heavily over the three for a moment before the Brit quickly sliced the Asian woman’s cheek, causing a small cry of shock to come from Marvi. “Name?” Oliver asked, the pink swirling faster in his eyes. “L-Linh! M-my n-name is Linh Kieu!” She gasped and Oliver grinned. “Lovely. Now I know you’re the one they’re looking for. Oh! Right! My angel, Marvi, please grab your things and come with me or Miss Kieu will not be breathing much longer.” Oliver threatened, his heart shattering at the upset and fearful look on his love’s face as she grabbed some clothes and pulled the bag over her shoulder.

Marvi nodded and grabbed Linh’s hand gently as they both trembled. “Alright, Sir… Are you the fan I was supposed to meet? Oliver Kirkland, I believe the name was on the ticket?” She asked softly as his eyes lit up with a joyful glint. He could not have looked happier as he took a step forward. “Yes! Yes, I am! I’m so glad you know my name!” He squeaked as a blush made its way across his freckled cheeks. “Oh! Pardon me for my lack of manners! I just got so excited!” He said softly and pulled out a needle and stabbed Linh’s neck and injecting half the liquid. Marvi screamed as her friend let out a slightly strangled groan and fell limp into their captor’s arms. A horrified and concerned look crossed Marvi’s face as she looked to her limp best friend, whom Oliver was now tossing over his left shoulder.

“What did you do to her?!” Marvi shrieked as Oliver grinned. “No worries, angel. It was just a sleeping medicine… I didn’t need her to run away if the chance arose…. The same as you.” He spoke softly as a sharp pain registered in Marvi’s brain and soon, darkness overtook her.

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Emerald eyes blinked blearily open as the sharp sound of a deadbolt lock opening reached Marvi’s ears. Cheerful humming swam through the air and cut into her pounding head. A small groan escaped her lips as she sat up, body aching as she did so. The pop star, looked around the room, her heart pounding as she looked all around and down. Her heart seemed to stop as she found he had changed her from her jeans and top from her concert to a pink and baby blue Lolita dress, complete with frills and Mary Janes strapped to her feet. The next thing she noticed was the pain, hot and throbbing. It radiated from a large area on her left arm and as she looked around, she lifted the appendage and nearly threw up.

Gauze covered her forearm and a pink spot told her that she had been bleeding there. Gasps escaped Marvi’s lips as her eyes looked frantically around the room. In the corner, dressed in a qipao dress, a short one at that, was Linh. Her friend was still unconscious, but was breathing deeply, giving the brunette a sense of relief as Oliver pranced through the door. His eyes lit up and he clapped his hands loudly, causing his angel to jump. “Oh goody! You’re up, darling!” He squeaked and rushed over to her, sitting beside her on the mattress she was chained to by her ankle.

Marvi stared at him intensely for a moment as she took a shaky breath, wanting nothing more than to scream and cry. He gave her a sympathetic smile and placed a warm hand on her knee. “I understand this is a lot to take in, yes? I’ll be frank. You’re mine.” He states and leans in, kissing her porcelain cheek gently. The pop idol immediately draws back, trembling as tears bubble in her eyes, falling down her cheeks as she shakes her head. “Wh-what?” Her voice was small before she broke out into sobs and Oliver grasped her hand.

“Oh dear, did I frighten you? I apologize, dearest… Would you like for me to wake your friend so you two can chat a little? Would that make you feel better?” He asked sweetly as he stroked her hair, knowing that Marvi was a little too distressed to resist the small advancement. She quickly nodded, green eyes looking towards Linh quietly as she sniffled. He nodded and quickly lifted the small Asian woman into his arms, unlocking her own chain and carrying her to the bed. New chains were soon placed on Linh’s ankle and handcuffs placed her hands behind her back. Oliver produced a phial from his inner vest pocket and read the label that had been lovingly written in blue glitter pen. Opening it, he waved it underneath the woman’s nose for a moment before she surged forward, her leg shooting up to kick him and hands jerking to try to hurt him.

He sighed and grabbed her leg by the thigh, just as quickly as she had thrown it towards him, and grabbed the other. Her legs were soon spread open and Marvi jerked forward to try help her friend, blood dripping from her wrists as she yanked on her own handcuffs too hard and heart hammering in her chest. Was that why he took the two of them? To rape them? Linh shook horribly as Oliver placed a knee in between her legs and loomed over her. “Now, poppet, this is very ungentlemanly of me and I’d prefer not to scare you like this, but you’re struggling and it is useless and if you try to hit me once more, there will be consequences and then I’ll have to give you away all damaged,” The Brit spoke, his voice saccharine sweet, but his eyes betraying the vicious bitterness he felt. “Am I getting my point across, dear?” He asked as the Vietnamese woman beneath him shakily nodded her head, agreeing. Visibly displeased, Oliver pressed his knee to the apex of her thigh, causing a terrified whimper to escape her as he leaned in closer, staring straight into her liquid golden eyes. “I asked, sweetheart, ‘Are. We. Clear?”

Marvi frantically wracked her brain on how to help her friend, who was almost crying too hard to answer the seemingly mad man on top of her. “U-umm.. Oliver,” The emerald eyed woman started softly as Linh let out a pitiful sounding ‘y-y-yes’. Oliver immediately whipped towards the speaker, his eyes going back to the electric blue they normally were as Marvi’s shaking voice continued. “Linh and I are terribly hungry… You see, we forgot to eat dinner after the show… s-so I was wondering if we could possibly have something to eat since we missed dinner… Please.”

Oliver’s eyes shone in unbridled joy. Oh how polite his angel was! He nodded enthusiastically, jumping up and away from the terrified woman. “Of course, love! Anything for you!” He said and skipped up the steps, closing the door. The sound of a deadbolt lock sliding shut allowed Marvi to relax slightly as Linh tried to compose herself. “Linh… Linh, listen,” Marvi called gently, her voice soft and urgent, the woman beside her casting hopeless golden eyes into her own strong emeralds. “We need to stay calm and think of a way out of here, okay? Be strong, girl.” Marvi encouraged as Linh tried to wipe her tears on her shoulder. Linh’s face twisted into a more thoughtful one as she stopped crying and took deep breaths. Marvi knew that her original plan would fail. To ask for the chains off and to try and hit him would practically be suicide.

A small exclamation escaped her friend and Marvi turned to her, anxious about any plan that she could come up with. Linh looked to her friend, her eyes hard with determination. “I have a plan,” she said slowly, as if unsure of the idea. Marvi nodded, an attempt to look encouraging and comforting to the still tense woman. “I’ll try to hit him again once he unlocks my hands. Then, when he does, I’ll take the keys from his sweater’s front left pocket… I’ll toss them to you, you unchain yourself, and you run for help.” Linh whispered softly, Marvi shaking her head furiously. “Do you have a deathwish?! There’s no way that would work! Besides, you know that he’d ra-” Marvi cut herself off, bile rising to the back of her throat as Linh gave a wan smile, her face pale in terror and her eyes darkening. “It’s crazy, but it might work… just as long as you run, okay?” She asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she bites her lip gently. She looked positively sick to her stomach, Marvi noted as she rolls her shoulders.

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Oliver giggled softly. So, the little Asian thought she could help his angel escape? How funny. The baby monitors he had kept from the time Allen and James came around still worked perfectly and neither of the women knew he had them under the bed and in the nightstand drawer. A large, Cheshire Cat grin curled on his face as he baked the cupcakes with the ‘special ingredients’ he had taken from his little songbird down the stairs. Oh, she had absolutely no idea that what she would be eating was the sweetest thing he could think of.

He poured the mix into the wrappers in his cupcake sheet, humming a small tune as he grabbed his oven mitts and placed the tray into the oven. He ruffled his hair slightly and took a small breath, picking up his landline and dialing a familiar number. One ring…. Two rings…. Three rings…. Oliver silently decided that if he didn’t pick up, his brother would be called and he would get the prize. The early bird gets the worm or so they say. Four more rings permeated the silence he had created, the only sound being the shuffling from his basement. An additional ring happened and then a click.

“Mōshi mōshi…” the tired, groggy voice rang out and then Oliver checked the calendar on the wall and winced. It was his friend’s day off. Of course he would be sleeping this late! Working for Luciano Vargas was absolutely exhausting! “Ah! Kuro, darling! How nice it is to hear your voice! How have you been?” “Oliver… I have been doing well for myself, thank you for asking… what is so important that you decided to wake me at this moment in time?” The tone was polite, but the edge in his voice was anything but pleased and it was a bit threatening.

Oliver didn’t mind. He would soon change his attitude once he got his prize. He had to separate the two women completely. Or else they’d make good on their plan and Oliver didn’t exactly know how Linh would try and take him down.

“I have a little gift for you, my dear friend… You’re very lucky I decided to give this gift to you instead of your brother. I just trust and like you more than Xiao.”

“A gift..? You called me on this day for a gift? If it is another two dozen cupcakes, I will politely decline. I’m still eating the four dozen you sent me last time.”

“Oh no, no, no! Kuro, this gift is much sweeter. For you anyways. Would you please come over, old chap. It will only take a moment or two and you can even take a nap in the guest room before going on home.” Oliver knew his offer was too tempting for Kuro to resist. Through his stolid nature, he was quite the curious soul. Additionally, he had gotten the mattress in that room specifically for Louis’s bad back. The entirety was made of the most cushiony material he could find. A few minutes past and Oliver was almost afraid that Kuro had hung up on him.

The silence was broken by a soft breath being taken. “I’ll see you in ten minutes… please make my favorite sweet. No one can create it as well as you do in this god forsaken country…” Then Oliver got the dial tone. He clapped his hands together, quite pleased with himself, taking the sakuramochi he had made the previous evening (after settling in the two ladies, of course! What sort of gentleman would he be if he didn’t make sure his guests were properly settled in?) and setting them on marble counter. Oliver then grabbed his kettle, brewing some tea for his good friend and took the cups to his sitting room. Oh how much fun!

The Japanese man arrived forty-five minutes after the phone call, not living all too far from their ‘work acquaintances’, but far enough not to bother them. Pleasantries were exchanged, quiet conversation, and then Kuro raised a brow, looking around the sitting room and noted how itlooked more like an old woman’s house than a grown man’s. He wisely didn’t say anything about that. “You told me you had a… ‘gift’ for me… sweeter than the treats we have on the table.” He spoke, much more alert and awake at this point than he would have liked. Oliver grinned, the pink swirling happily with the ice blue in his eyes. He was absolutely delighted. Tickled pink. This would be perfect. “I do! Stay right here and I’ll bring it right up!” He exclaimed, bouncing from the antique lounger he had been sitting on to go and get the ‘gift’. It wouldn’t be hard to hand the chains over to Kuro. Then at least he’d be alone with his sweet angel at last!

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Marvi and Linh talked softly, tense. “Do you think… we’ll escape if we put the plan into motion like this?” Marvi asks tentatively and Linh sighs. The pop star sat quietly and bit her lip, silently hoping so. This was nerve wracking. Soon enough, the deadbolt slid open and Oliver quickly stepped down. “Miss Linh, I would highly suggest not going through with your plan. Because I have an eager guest upstairs awaiting your presence.” He said and quickly slapped cuffs over her wrists behind her back and slid duct tape over her mouth as he unlocked the chains from the walls. “Up you go now, dearie. Don’t make him wait.” He said and Linh looked over at Marvi, tears streaking down her face.

Marvi felt her own trailing down her face. “Please, please don’t!” She shouted to Oliver as her small Asian friend was taken away for god knows what. “No! Bring her back, you son of a bitch!” She shrieked as she heard Linh’s muffled cries for a moment before the soundproof door sealed out all noise. Marvi trembled. The chains and cell were more bearable when she had her friend with her, the soft breathing and rattling of chains other than her own were so much better than the silence she now had. “Bring her back!” The emerald eyed woman shrieked before she dissolved into broken and terrified sobs.

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Oliver presented the woman to his friend with a flourish. “Ta-da!” He exclaimed as she looked up towards Kuro and tried to motion towards the basement. Kuro just smirked after the shock in his bloody red eyes died down. Oliver grinned, knowing he did well. And in return, Kuro would tell everyone to leave him alone for a few weeks, and that included his family. No one needed to know about Marvi until she was well and trained to love him.

Kuro nodded approvingly, his gaze hungry. “So you managed to acquire my little blossom? How?” He asked and Oliver put his index finger to his lips. Oliver’s eyes shone as they swirled once more. Kuro, sensing the mood perfectly, gave a smirk and nodded. “Alright then, friend. I’ll make sure you aren’t bothered in exchange for her. Wonderful choice in outfits, by the way.” He said and Linh shook her head, the tears in her eyes coming back full force after her hope had been crushed.

The Englishman’s eyes glimmered in delight as he transferred the chains in his hand to Kuro’s. “Thank you. The pleasure was all mine.” He said silkily and the Japanese man nodded, pulling his new prize to the door and towards his darkly colored car.

“Thank you for the tea, friend.” Kuro called, slamming the trunk closed once he had his prize in there. Oliver waved as he drove off, smirking once his car was out of sight. “Distraction is gone. She’s all mine now.” He said softly before heading back to the basement. He just couldn’t let his angel sit there all by herself, now could he?

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Marvi hadn’t known that she had fallen asleep. She could still practically hear the muffled sobbing of her best friend as she was taken away and the psycho who had taken her just turned back and gave a gentle smile. Did he expect that to help?! She tried to sit up, heart nearly beating out of her chest when she realized an arm was wrapped around her waist. A pale, freckled arm.

“Oh, goodie! You’re awake! I’m just here to hold you!” The Englishman exclaimed happily and cuddled into her back even more, resting his face in the crook of her neck. Marvi could feel herself tremble from rage and fear. What had he done to Linh? What was he going to do to her?

Marvi didn’t want to be here. She wanted to go home. Her emerald eyes searched around for an escape before Oliver flipped her onto her back and looked at her. “Poppet, I’ll only say this once. You’re not ever going to escape here and after awhile, you won’t want to. Because I love you and you’ll be mine…. Forever.” He said and kissed her despite her struggling.

“Mine… Forever and ever…” He said and tears blurred her vision once more.

#this only took for-fucking-ever #sorry my beautifully kind friend!#this should have been done MUCH sooner #but here it is #Hetalia #2p!England

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