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TAIYO MY LOVE I DIDNT KNOW YOU LIKED ERROR 143 TOO😭 PLS IM ON MY KNEES FOR SOME MICAH CONTENT FROM YOU (if you dont write for him just ignore this)

★ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. + 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐍

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. the movie date you go on with Micah ends up being a bit more than PG-13.

─── ☆ notes. i'm always willing to help a fandom in need,, also just finished the game like yesterday and the way i instantly logged in a scrolled for fanfic i need to be TAMED .

─── ☆ length. 2.2k words (22 mins) .

─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, idiots in love, takes place after good ending, praise kink, Exhibitionism, handjob, oral sex(male receiving), height difference, size kink, cheesy fluff, movie date, consent is sexy, Micah’s is a head pusher, comment if i miss something | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

Perhaps it was strange to let the man you had just met online persuade you to go on a movie date with him.

A swarm of not only butterflies but possibilities clouding your thoughts—mostly concerns given the fact that this all could be a trap to lure you away from your home just to kidnap you, or worse, maybe he was just a massive fuckboy toying with your emotions all this time.

However, there you were, nervously shifting your weight as you waited for Micah to arrive as you stood close to the entrance.

It had been a while since you had experienced such anxiety, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering at just the mere thought of some boy like you were back in middle school.

Maybe the reason you had felt like this was that Micah had put you under some strange spell, and you wanted to curse him and his stupid golden eyes, and his stupid lips, and his stupid face.

Oh brother, you had it bad.

He wasn't hard to miss due to his tall, goofy build, which gave the impression that he was some sort of model strutting down the runway. Once he caught your attention, how dare he look so good a shiver ran down your spine making you straighten up once his sight was on you.

“Well don’t you look beautiful Angel,” his screen lit bright catching sight of his lock screen.

You had caught just a glimpse of it the day he had first visited you: a very adorable picture of Skrunkly all dressed up in a dinosaur onesie. Just as you caught a glimpse before it had been tucked away in his jean pocket.

“I should be telling you that.” His attire was usual, nothing out of the ordinary from what you had seen him in the comfort of his own home.

Ripped jeans and a neon sweatshirt that was pulled just above the bend of his elbow gripping the muscle against his golden brown forearm, you had to stop yourself from drooling over him let alone reaching out to touch him like a kid in a candy store.

Though Micah on the other hand could read your mind, as much as that would have been really cool.

Instead despite your efforts of self-control he is the first to wrap his arms around your torso lifting you just to the tips of your toes against his hard chest into a bear hug enticing you with a laugh to break the tension.

“Oh my gosh hi,” you giggle with your cheek pressed against his shirt, “did you miss me or something?” Micah lets out a shy noise, something close enough to a whimper to have you figuratively clutching your pearls.

Nothing could ever brace you for hearing all the little noises Micah would make in real life. “Hm maybe?” he drags out, the hum of his voice comforting you as he lets you go.

You make the mistake of glancing up at him, the eye contact makes you both melt as his smile curls into a bashful expression, his hand reaching out to hold yours.

You weren't naive nor blind you saw that Micah had practically towered over you but there was just something about seeing his slender fingers completely engulf yours that made your nerves tingle from the contact.

You also saw Micah would stare at you as if you were the most precious thing he had ever laid his eyes on like you were the most beautiful good in the world to him.

Which was ironic, given that you also thought the same about him as well. “Do you wanna go in now?” you manage out, still standing in his touch despite offering neither of you moves, both almost afraid to pull away first.

“That sounds like a good idea,” he says almost breathlessly.

Being the first to pull away you offer him a small smile, your fingers still laced together as you step away the small squeeze of his hands in yours giving comfort as he follows behind you almost like a lost puppy.

Even despite his large build and tall height, Micah was really just an anxious nerd who liked to cover up his anxiety with bold confidence and sarcasm.

Micah finds ease in watching you guide him through the theater taking lead as if he hadn't looked like some scary guard dog lingering behind you.

The movie you chose was something based on your favorite novel, a romance no-brainer months ago.

When you had first seen the trailer, you never would have thought you’d be seeing it while having the same shy relationship as the main characters instead of torrenting off of some rip-off movie site with a hentai ad in the corner.

Micah, being the gentleman, was offered to buy snacks, convincing you that since you were the one to buy the tickets it would only be fair for you to let him spoil you with snacks.

You were weary of it even with the knowledge of him having a hefty amount of money tucked away in his many accounts.

It only took him a flash of that adorable toothy smile to have you pipe down and walk to the cinema room with his arms occupied with the list of snacks that he had convinced you to try.

The theater seats were mostly empty with only a handful of people occupying the seats making it possible for you and Micah to slip to the back right before the lights could dim.

Exciting not just from the movie but sitting so close to Micah as the screen flits to life makes it hard for you to settle comfortably in your seat practically trembling as you sucked down your blue slushie.

And as the movie continues, you realize why there weren't many people occupying the seats.

You wanted to give it a chance, hoping that maybe the Hollywood famous actors would be able to save the rest of the film as it continues.

But you're still bored. Not even the pile of snacks could help you from your mood souring as from the time you had turned your head Micah had managed to completely inhale almost everything within your taste.

The man doesn't at all seem too fazed by the horrible hating let alone the choppy plot in fact he just looked happy to be there.

His big glistening eyes and fisting a handful of popcorn in his mouth yet he had still managed to look so perfect under the movie's light.

You had felt so embarrassed finding his dazed and confused look so attractive he was practically good enough to eat.

So you do the closest thing to that, shoulder bumping into him as you lean over the armrest and place a peck just against his cheek.

The gesture catches him severely off guard flinching at the feeling of your lips against his skin.

Before he could open his mouth and protest you lean in for another, this time with him facing you so your lips could meet, and the first thing you notice was how he tasted like chocolate and the flavor from your slushie that you shared.

You wanted to taste more, pressing your tongue into his mouth a small sigh of contentment rolling from his throat as he parts his lips for his tongue to meet yours.

It feels different not from his split tongue but his piercing ball that was cold from the ice from your drink.

When pulling away the first thing you see is Micah's frowned expression almost as if he were in concern about why you had just decided to suddenly pounce on him. “Uh, thank you?” The cute reaction keeps you from leaning in again, having to cover your mouth from laughing out loud.

“Oh shut the hell up.'' He doesn't bother retaliating instead taking the lead with the palm of his head reaching to rest gently around your throat, the pressure of his palm not enough to choke you but instead better to angle you just right for his kiss.

You're convinced that he could hear your heart thumping against your chest, wanting to break from your rib cage just to present itself to him.

The thumping only gets louder as his fingers hover lower towards your thighs, and the kiss only gets more intense feeling your other heartbeat as Micah’s hand grasps at the flesh as if he needed to hold onto something so tightly to keep himself from bursting at the seams.

“I kinda wanna leave,” you whisper into his ear after breaking away again, Micah makes a small noise of the struggle.

His head ducked away from your voice as a reaction to the sexual implication of your offer.

You had practically seen the man's tits and yet here he was squirming in his seat not being able to look you in the eyes. “Don't you wanna finish the movie first?” His tone is whiny, dragging at the question in a way that hinted that he too felt the alluring feeling boiling in his chest and that only added more fuel to the flame inside of you.

“I kinda wanna suck your dick though,” you say bluntly, almost panting at the way Micah’s eyes widened.

His canines poked from his mouth as he bit back his lip even in the dim light had you seen the way his cheeks turned a dark shade of purple. “Unless you want me to do it here?”

Micah hesitates, his lips parting to answer but closing the moment his eyes flickering to yours just to look back at the screen.

Instead of nodding his head, spreading his legs apart even with his eyes glued to the screen.

You waited to watch him for another sign of confirmation, your hopes being answered as his hand engulfs your wrist. The feeling of his fingers trembling against your skin as he places his hand on top of his erection.

There was just something about him being so excited. So needy for you that he had managed to be so hot and bothered as you felt up the outline of him.

Squeezing and groping at the hilt of his dick watching the way Micah twitched and fidgeted under your hand.

The hitch of his breath as you unzip his jeans and finally break through his layer of clothing. “It's big,” you muttered dumbly as his length twitched against your grasp.

“Oh my fucking god.” Micah leans his head back against the headrest, covering his face with his hands as his body reacts out of his control.

Fully had you pulled his dick out exposed, you're a bit nervous only allowing your hand to do what you assumed was natural when in reality all you really wanted to do was yank down your pants and take him until he was buried inside of you nice and snug. “Can I put my mouth on it?”

You swear that you had just witnessed Micah physically reboot, his hands pulled back just enough to peek over at your eyes glancing over with that same nervous look. “Please.” he whimpers, promptly turning his head away once more.

And who were you to ever reject his pleas, having to angle yourself over the armrest just to hunch over his lap Micah readjusts himself for you to have better access to your mouth.

Your tongue glides against his tip tasting not exactly what you had expected cum would taste, feeling his hips jolt a bit as your mouth wraps around him.

It takes Micah everything he has to not outright groan from how good your mouth had felt around his dick, the feeling of getting a blowjob with a bunch of strangers in the room only adding to the feeling as he squeezed his eyes closed.

His hips stutter with every tug and pull of your hand, working at the base of his dick the length that you couldn't get to with your mouth.

Your head bobbed up and down working for his orgasm: the small noises he couldn't help to hold back only being covered by the volume of the movie speakers loud enough to be a whisper were his small moans.

The feeling is just so unbearable, his hands wandering to the back of your head only with the intention of holding back your hair to get a clear view.

But the moment that his fingers wrap around he couldn’t help but press down just a smidge and the noise that you make around his dick makes him want to cum down your throat right then and there.

His senses come too as you pinch his thigh instead of glaring at him even as you crawl to the floor in between his thighs the new look of determination written all over your face.

A whole new angle just perfect enough to fully deepthroat him, Micah swearing under his breath as your mouth coaxes an orgasm from him.

It takes a moment for him to gain his composure, kneeling in the aisle licking your lips, and meeting his gaze.

Giving him a small smile, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek, the brush of his thumb against your bottom lip making you open your mouth with frowned brows watching as the male processes that you had swallowed all of him.

The way his dazed expression crumbles to something else, your eye catching the attention of something else. “Oh, you’re hard again.”

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igotanidea · 2 months

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The fear : Jason Todd x fem!reader part 8

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„You good?” Damian asked taking in her pale face and hurt eye expression.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She muttered, obviously lying. Even despite her experience-enhanced skills in the art of deceiving it was impossible to cover up for the fact that unwanted, unneeded and unwelcomed encounter with Jason took a huge tool on her mentality. And it lasted no longer than an hour.

An hour, that took turn from open hostility to a little unexpected heart to heart that opened old wounds. Reminding of the past mistakes, lost things and casted wounds. Ruined relationship that was doomed from the very beginning.

But even though-

They fought for it.

They fought to the best of their limited abilities, despite the world that was conspiring against them and throwing obstacles their way. Damn that tears that started flowing down her face when she started dwelling in the past. There was no denying she still held strong feelings for him, though couldn’t quite define if they were good ones or the bad ones.

“Y/N…”

“I’m fine, Damian. I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine…” she repeated as some sort of spell. A lie told a hundred times becoming a reality.

“Let’s get you upstairs first. We’ll watch some silly movies so you could stop telling me bullshit.”

“Hey! Language!”

“I’m 15, you can’t tell me what to do.”

“15 my ass. Still the same nasty little boy as always only with a fouler mouth.”

“It’s good to see you again Y/N.” Damian smirked

“Yeah, you too, kiddo.”

“You do realise you won’t be heading back home tonight, right?”

“What? Huh! You’re gonna keep me captive now or something?”

“You voluntarily got yourself in the house full of vigilantes, the heck were you thinking?”

“I could argue on that voluntarily part but-“

Regardless of what she said, it was evident that Damian has grown during the time they didn’t see each other. Not only in height, but also mentally. And it only made her realise the full amount of things she lost.

Not just the man she loved, but also priceless time with her best friends Wayne boys.

While Y/N was getting drunk and laughed with Dick, Tim and Damian upstairs, Jason refused to step a foot out the batcave as long as she was still in the manor.

Fuck her.

Fuck her help, her words, her gestures, her eyes and hair, her smile and her coming for the rescue attitude. Who the hell she thought she was?! Paw patrol?!

The anger started boiling in him again, threatening to take over.

Anger at everything, but mostly at himself for getting so vulnerable and honest with her, to the point when he asked her to fucking take him back.

Pathetic. Foolish. Idiot.

“Aghghhg!” he jumped from the chair kicking it with all the rage he had, nearly breaking the metal.

Fighting the urge to destroy all that stupid batcave – the real reason of his fucked up life and psyche. He could have been a normal boy being in a relationship with the girl of his dreams. Instead he had to die (leaving her in tears), come back (leaving her in tears), suffering from the Pit madness (leaving her in tears) and due to this fucking fear gas incident loose her again (leaving her in tears)

“FUCK!” he grabbed the chair and threw it on the floor “FUCK!” he yelled, throwing all the stuff from the nearest desk “FUCK!!!” he pulled at his hair, hard enough he could be left bald.

He had no idea what he wanted.

So fucking angry, horn-mad, charged with hands itching to punch something, someone, to destroy, hurt, kill…

Stop…

“Huh?! Get the fuck out of my head Y/N!!” he yelled in the air, his voice echoing through the empty space.

Stop, Jason…

Right. Stop. He was past his killing days. He was not a monster. Not a beast.

He changed. He grew up, matured, became a man and not a boy.

He had to get a hold of himself.

Move past the past.

If he couldn’t have her he might as well spend the evening with his crazy asses brothers, giving them his attitude, using the bad mood to banter and bicker and pick up on someone else to make himself feel better.

So he emerged from the batcave, almost in the same way he did emerge from the Pit.

Slowly heading upstairs.

To the main room, filled with surprising silence. Deafening silence that formed goosebumps on his arms and immediately put him on alert, searching for some kind of threat.

Vigilante instincts never fail.

There was some movement on the couch.

Two people, a man and a woman judging by the silhouettes.

Girl sitting on man's lap, straddling him, their hands all over each other, their lips moving together, the room filled with soft whines of pleasure and sweet whispers.

“Y/N…” the man whispered.

THE FUCK!?

Jason stomped inside without a care in the world, making the couple break the intense make-out session and look at him with terrified expressions.

“Grayson!!!” he yelled taking in the scene, his fury immediately raising head again. “Y/N!!!”

He was right.

There was someone else in her life already.

And that someone was the fuckboy - his older adoptive-brother.

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fooled-around-and-fell · 11 months

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Becoming Human

Summary: Adam heard you're feeling lonely, so his grand idea was to be a human (literally) to try and make you feel like you were at home.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Adam Warlock x female reader

"Whoa, whoa, wait." Quill put his hand up, stopping Adam from explaining his point. "You want me to teach you how to be a human?"

Adam nodded. "Please."

"Well first of all, Midas, no human on Earth is gold, so.. we're gonna.. have to change that."

"My name is not Midas. That's a funny name."

"That's-- Nevermind." Quill sighed. "Why do you want to be a human anyway?"

Adam pursed his lips. "Research.. purposes?"

Quill could tell he was lying, but decided not to ask any further. Whatever kind of stupidity Adam was doing, he wanted no part of it.

"Alright, I know a guy. Just sit tight and I'll bring him over."

"Thanks, bro."

Quill frowned, Adam was clearly trying to act more human but it didn't work. "Never say that again."

"Right."

You joined the Guardians of the Galaxy when Thor decided to join them too. It didn't take long until Thor left again, but you decided to stick around.

You and Thor are good friends, you stayed through all of his ups and downs. But eventually you realized you needed to figure out who you were, and you can only do that yourself.

Rocket joined you in the diner, which you worked so hard for to get it approved. You loved diners back on Earth, and smash burgers was what you missed most. You introduced it to the team, and they've loved it ever since.

"Are you... dipping your fries in milkshake?" Rocket asked, a big hint of judgment there.

"Don't judge me. This is my comfort food."

Rocket grabbed a few fries and dipped it in the shake, following you. "Alright, it's not that bad, but I am definitely judging you."

He grabbed his own milkshake and sat on the counter.

"How you holding up?"

"I'm okay."

"It's been a while since you last visited Earth. Your Earth." He said, "If you ever want to go, we can take you."

"Thanks, I really appreciate it."

"Alright, no problem." He nodded. "Now- What the fuck is that??"

You turned towards the door where Rocket was looking and almost dropped your milkshake.

"Oh God-" You covered your mouth. Was it a laugh that was going to come out? Just shock? You had no idea how to react when you see Adam walk in the diner wearing Quill's polo shirt and.. looking like a proper British man -- especially with his accent.

"Uh," Adam swallowed thickly.

Rocket took it as a sign to leave, but also he did not want to deal with whatever's going on.

Adam approached you slowly. You, who's still covering your mouth in shock, but a grin is slowly forming underneath.

"You're freaked out." He stated. "I.. don't know why I did this.. now that I think about it, this was such a bad idea..."

"No, no," You quickly interrupted him. "You look good, really good. I just.. I was not expecting this."

Adam had a smile on his face after seeing your ear-to-ear grin. "Actually, I overheard you talking to yourself the other day. You said you felt lonely, and to make you feel better I thought you'd feel less lonely if you're with another human-" he rambled on, "and so I asked Drax -- which I now realize was a mistake."

Chuckling, you fixed the collar of his shirt. "So you did this to make me feel less lonely?"

He shrugged. "Is it working?"

"Adam," You held his hands, your smile unable to fall from your lips. "I do feel lonely sometimes, but it's not because I'm not surrounded by other humans. It's just a feeling that comes and goes."

"But," you continued, "Just being here with everyone, with you, makes me feel ten times better."

"Really?"

You nodded. "This was very sweet of you."

Adam let out a sigh of relief. "I'm glad you feel that way."

"But how did you do this?" You asked, asking him to turn around.

"Quill knew a guy.. he made a very strange looking liquid." He chuckled. "Should wear off in a couple of hours."

You placed your hands on his face. "Good. I like the real you better."

Adam pecked your lips. "Quill said I'd make a good.. himbo. What's that?"

You giggled. "It means someone dumb but beautiful."

"Oh," He considered it. "That's not so bad."

He kissed you again while you were laughing.

"You made my week, Adam."

He hummed just so happened to notice himself in the mirror behind you. "I do look great as a human. Maybe I should do this more often."

"No. Please."

a/n: idk why I've been in love with Will Poulter these past few days.

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anawrites3 · 8 months

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Jason and Tim, they're comparing their scars

"This one," Jason said in a low voice, turning a bit to show the long scar on his side better. It started at his sternum and disappeared under his armpit. "Is from Black Mask. Fucker got me when my suit ripped and tried his damnest to put me down."

"Woah." Tim breathed out before shuffling closer. He reached out to trace the mark with his fingers, slowly and carefully, and watched goosebumps rise where he touched. "It looks… well, it looks pretty bad."

Jason snorted. He didn't move away from Tim's touch, even with how cold Tim's hand had to feel on his bare skin.

"It was." He agreed easily. "Not the worst I got but still hurt like bitch. Dick got crazy while trying to get me back to the Manor."

"Yeah, I can imagine that." Tim laughed. He sat back to gesture towards his own scar, this one also on the side but more towards his hip. It wasn't as long as Jason's but more ragged and ugly. "This one from Two Face."

"Damn." Jason whistled. He leaned closer to take a better look and didn't trace it with his fingers like Tim did, just put his hand on Tim's hip. "He got you good."

Tim winced.

"It was a stupid mistake." He admitted with a huff. He rested his hands on the couch behind him and looked up at the dark ceiling, subtly pressing himself into Jason's touch. "I was still new at the whole gig, made the wrong decision and ended up hurt. Bruce wasn't very happy with me."

Jason hummed. His thumb circled the skin of Tim's hip, dipping just barely into the waist of Tim's jeans and making the boy shiver.

"Can't blame him." He shrugged. "I'd get pissed at you for being stupid on patrol too."

A sigh left Tim's lips. Jason watched the way they parted to let the breath out.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Tim mumbled, grumpy. "Learned my lesson now."

"I'd hope so."

"Oh, stop acting as if you never got hurt from doing something stupid." Tim grumbled. "We all make mistakes. Even you. Even Dick."

"Damn, that really had to hurt your pride if you're bringing up Dick's shit." Jason teased. He crossed his arms over his chest and Tim suddenly felt even colder without his warm touch on his skin.

"Well, it's kind of hard to forget Dick letting Deathstroke actually shoot him that one time in Russia."

"Oh yeah, that one was great." Jason threw his head back with a laugh. Tim punched him on the arm - that really wasn't funny, poor Dick - but a little smile danced on his lips as well (no, it wasn't funny, but it was so freaking stupid it was hard to talk about it with a straight face). "The look on his face was fucking precious."

"Good thing Bruce wasn't there. He'd go crazy."

"Hey, at least it would be fun to watch."

"It really wouldn't be. But don't you dare change the subject!" Tim playfully wagged his finger into Jason's face. "I want to see a scar you got because of being stupid. That's what you get for making fun of me."

"I wasn't exactly making fun of you-"

"C'mon, just show me!"

For a moment Jason watched him without a word. Tim waited for him to make another joke or show him something stupid like a papercut he got a few days ago and kept complaining about, but Jason just uncrossed his arms.

And then he gestured towards his chest, where his autopsy scars were.

"Jason-" Tim started quietly because this wasn't what he meant-

"This. This is what happened because I was being stupid." Jason ignored him, continued. His voice was carefully blank. "Because I trusted someone who didn't give two shits about me and let her lead me straight to that sick fuck."

"Jason-" Tim tried again. "I didn't-"

"I know that's not what you meant." He tried to grin but Tim saw it didn't reach his eyes the way it normally did. "But that's what happened. I was stupid and I got killed."

"No. No, Jason, you weren't stupid." Tim insisted, moving so close that their breaths mixed. He cupped Jason's cheek with those awfully cold hands and stopped him from looking away from him. "You were everything but stupid. You were being strong. You were being a hero. You did everything you could to help that woman and it's not your fault that she betrayed you. Those scars aren't proof of you being stupid, they show that you survived."

Jason breathed out, wet and shaky. And then he did something even more stupid than dying, even more stupid than Dick getting shot by Slade.

He closed the last centimeters between them and kissed Tim.

I have no idea how it turned into this, they were meant to feel each other up and make out a bit lmao and now they're pining messes instead. ANYWAY hope you liked it!!

(You can take part in the game by sending me 2 characters and what they're doing!)

#it was also meant to be shorter but what's new #thank you Zero 💕💕#such a lovely prompt #writing game #my writing #jaytim #timjay

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birdiewriteslit · 1 year

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“driving me crazy”

eddie roundtree x fem!reader

you and eddie have never gotten along. is it because you hate each other, or is it because you’re both to proud to admit something?

enemies to lovers😏😏 also idk how long this is bc tumblr doesn’t have a word count smh but it is longer than my other stuff

warning: making out at the end (spoiler lol), suggestive

part 2

EDDIE: Y/n, man. That woman is no joke. We hated each other, at least for a while.

Y/N: He was always such an ass to me. Eddie, I mean. I really hated him. (pause) Until I didn’t.

The burning hatred Eddie felt for you started the day you auditioned for the band. Chuck had just left for school, and Eddie wanted to move from rhythm guitar to bass.

Like always, Billy shut down his request and decided to let people audition for the position. In his words, he wanted someone to “earn it.”

Eddie was already irritated from seeing Billy act like the previous performances were better than what he could do, so you can imagine how he felt when one actually was.

The last audition of the day. You strode up the driveway, big sunglasses over your eyes, sporting jeans and a tight tank top, but definitely not a smile.

Eddie just knew. There was no way he was getting that spot. Your playing didn’t even shock him. Of course, it was fantastic. Just great.

After that, it was all cold stares and angry glares. He wanted to make it very clear that he didn’t like you. He made a considerable effort to stay out of your way. He wouldn’t speak to you, look at you, or even think about you. Well, he tried very hard not to.

One night, a few weeks after your admission, you fell into step with him as he walked home after a rehearsal that ran long. He was moderately surprised by this and figured you would go away if he just ignored you.

You didn’t. You pulled out a cigarette and placed it between your lips. “Have a light?” you asked.

He furrowed his brows, trying to figure out what you were doing. After a moment, he nodded, pulled out his lighter, and lit your cigarette.

“Thanks,” you said. “So, is there any reason why you hate being around me?”

He was so taken aback that he stopped walking. “Sorry?”

You looked at him from over your sunglasses. It made him sort of angry that you were wearing them at nine p.m. when it was pitch black.

“You gonna answer the question?”

“Yes, there are many reasons.” Bullshit. There was only one and, honestly, it wasn’t a very solid one.

You said nothing and walked back up to him, removing the cigarette from your mouth and putting it out on his denim jacket, burning the material.

Eddie was more bewildered than mad when you pushed the glasses to the top of your head and smiled at him like you’d just done him a very nice favor. He never noticed your eye color before then, or how it looked in the moonlight.

“By the way, that jacket really reminds me of Billy.”

Okay, now he knew he was mad. He struggled to come up with a comeback and just moved his mouth in a stupid way that made you laugh when you left him standing there.

EDDIE: She knew exactly what she was doing. She’s always been good at that, making me mad on purpose.

Y/N: It was really funny. He doesn’t think so, but I was laughing about that for days.

The two of you continued throwing insults at each other for the months leading up to LA. Eddie’s favorite thing to do was comment on every mistake you made, much to everyone’s dismay.

He was just jealous of your abilities and, deep down, he admired them. You always knew just what to say back to him, adding unnecessary fuel to the fire.

More than once Billy had to yell at you to stop fighting. You both would resort to sending each other hateful looks and crude hand gestures for the rest of practice.

Driving to California was the real hell. Being cooped up in that van with Eddie for that long made you restless.

If it weren’t for Camila holding you back, there would’ve been several times where you launched yourself at him.

It was so nice to have another girl around. Camila was a good mediator for the two of you. You missed that when you went on tour.

Karen also knew how to break up a fight, but sometimes she would let you hash it out for the fun of it. Not like you minded, she probably knew how much fun you had while messing with Eddie.

Soon enough, things went downhill. Camila had the baby, which was good. Julia was such a sweet baby. Billy went to rehab, which was also good, for him and his family, but bad for the band.

The tour was canceled. A lot of money was lost. It was not a very fun time.

You sympathized with Billy. He had been going through a lot, and you understood how hard it was for somebody to recover from that level of drug abuse. Addiction was a gene that seemed to run in your family, with your mother being absent for most of your life and your father having to pick up the pieces.

Billy and Camila were the only people who knew about it. You didn’t think the others needed to know when none of them could relate to your situation.

Eddie didn’t understand. He went on and on about how bad of a guy Billy was. It made you furious the way he implied that Camila should leave him.

The rest of your fights were petty compared to the one you had on the day Billy got out of rehab. Eddie started complaining about Billy’s nerve or something along those lines. You flipped out. You told him he had no idea what he was talking about and stormed out of the room.

That shut him up. He stared blankly at the door you just walked out of and thanked God that it had only been the two of you in the room before.

He was relieved that no one else heard what he said because realized he was being childish. Even though he hated Billy he should still be proud of what he overcame.

He rushed out of the room to find you locked in the bathroom. He knocked once, twice, three times before a sharp, “What?” came from the other side of the door.

“Y/n, come out and let me talk to you.”

He heard your muffled scoff. “You’ve said enough.”

“I want to apologize.”

He couldn’t see it, but your eyebrows rose involuntarily. You undid the lock and opened the door. Your arms were folded over your chest as you nodded at him. “Keep going.”

“I’m sorry I said all that crap about Billy. It’s been a rough time for him. For all of us,” he said, sounding genuine.

This was shocking to you. He had never apologized to you for anything he said, even if it happened to be cruel and borderline disrespectful. He had this vulnerable look on his face that made you feel like you could tell him things.

“I’m not just upset about Billy,” you admitted. “This whole thing just reminds me of my life growing up. You don’t know this about me, but my mom was not the best at, well, being a mom. Unlike Billy, family wasn’t enough to pull her out.”

You weren’t sure what he was going to say. Then, he said nothing and pulled you close to his chest. His arms were around your shoulders, and you hesitated to hug him back.

He smelled of pine, and you couldn’t stop yourself from inhaling his scent. You stayed like that for a few minutes, until you heard the front door open and sprang apart.

Warren and Graham announced their arrival, and Eddie cleared his throat before joining them in the kitchen. Now it was you who stood alone in bewilderment.

EDDIE: This girl that hated me was trusting me with something, and I didn’t even know why. That was the first time I saw her for the woman she was, and not for the competition she used to be. As it turns out, I didn’t really hate that woman.

After that debacle, things were kind of weird between you and Eddie. He would still act like a dick, but in a different way.

Instead of, “Wow, could you be any worse at this?” he would say, “Wow, could you look any hotter right now?” He used the same douchebag tone for each, but his comments became flirtatious as time went on.

You usually had a witty retort to fire back at him, but there were some times that his words left you flustered and unable to think properly.

Karen noticed this first, giving you a questioning look from the other side of the studio. You waved her off and rolled your eyes at the thought of Eddie seriously flirting with you.

Warren and Graham caught on next, teasing him about it whenever they got the chance. He denied all allegations of being into you.

You refused to acknowledge Camila’s allegations either. The dynamic you shared with him now was different, but you kind of liked it. You would never admit it though, wanting to keep up the illusion that you still hated his guts.

Eddie walked into the kitchen and grabbed a muffin from the table you sat at. “Morning, smokeshow.” He smirked as he looked back at you from over his shoulder while crossing the room to the fridge.

“Shut up, Eddie,” you said with a mouth full of cereal. Shamefully, you felt heat climb into your cheeks.

He snickered as he sat down across from you. “Really? That’s all you got?”

You swallowed your food and glared at him. “Give me a break. It’s eight in the morning.”

He gave you his signature smile before flipping through the magazine on the table. Karen walked into the kitchen and sent you a knowing look once she saw you and Eddie being civil.

She made her own breakfast, and took Eddie’s seat when he left. “So, anything interesting happen recently?”

“Besides having a hit single, not much. I do really like that Daisy girl, though.”

Karen stared at you blankly. “You know what I’m talking about.”

You placed your fingers to your temples and closed your eyes. “I sense something brewing between Karen Karen and Graham the Man. Nothing else between any other band members, so it would be pointless to ask.”

She laughed. “I sense nothing of the sort. I’m letting Camila deal with you. I just can’t anymore.”

Y/N: Looking back on it, we were pretty insufferable.

With Billy and Daisy writing songs by themselves, you and the others had some time to kill. Karen and Graham were off at the beach while you hung back with Warren and Eddie.

They really loved Rollerball. Either that or they were really high. You were willing to bet on the latter.

By the third showing, you didn’t fail to notice how close Eddie had gotten to you. His arm brushed against yours, and he leaned his head close to yours.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, moving away from him and bringing your arm off of the armrest.

He frowned and folded his arms over his chest. Both of you knew something just happened, but refused to acknowledge it. The tension in the air was thick.

Once back at the house, you went to your room immediately. You planned on calling Camila and bothering her with questions about what all these shenanigans with Eddie mean.

What you didn’t expect was Eddie following you into your room and closing the door behind him.

You glanced up from the phone. “What are you doing? Get out, I’m busy.”

The phone rang twice before Camila picked up. “What are we?” Eddie asked. You hung up before she could get a word out.

“What are you talking about?”

He looked more annoyed than he did angry, but the tone of his voice suggested otherwise. “Well, one second you’re rubbing up against me in a movie theater and the other you’re acting all pissed about it.”

You physically cringed. “‘Rubbing up against you?’ That is not what happened.”

“Then what about all those times you tell me I’m hot, huh?”

“You’re the one who initiates that!” you said exasperatedly. “All I do is respond. If you’re trying to insinuate that I flirt with you, then that’s all you.”

He marched up to you until he was mere feet away. “You’re so hot and cold that it drives me insane. Do you want me or not?”

Your eyes narrowed. “Pretty bold of you to assume I would want you.”

He made a wild gesture with his hands and ran one over his face. “You’re exhausting. You make me so mad, and I hate that I like you.”

“Shut up, you don’t like me. We hate each other.”

“Oh, my God, you don’t get it.” He pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers. “I think about you. All the time. When I see a stupid joke in a magazine, I think of you. When I hear a John Denver song, I think of you. You drive me fucking crazy, Y/n! People who hate each other don’t think about each other like this, don’t act like this. I like you, for God’s sake.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little. “You listen to John Denver?”

“That’s all you have to say?” He tried sounding angry but he was laughing too.

“I thought you were a rockstar.” You mocked him by holding up two ‘rock on’ hand signs.

“You don’t even care about the sentiment.” He rolled his eyes.

“Be quiet.” You were smiling when you kissed him, cupping his face while his arms snaked around your back.

You tangled both hands in his hair as he deepened the kiss by tilting his head and letting his tongue enter your mouth.

Your fingers messed up his hair before moving down to tug on his shirt collar, pulling him impossibly close.

He tapped your thigh and pulled his lips from yours to whisper, “Jump.”

You complied. He held onto your back with one hand as the other gripped your thigh while your legs wrapped around his waist.

Your hands came back up to rake through his hair, tugging it softly. He continued kissing you feverishly as he made his way to your bed. He almost dropped you when he lowered your body to it.

He climbed onto the bed and hovered over you, kissing down your neck while you gripped his shirt.

“It’s quiet,” Karen said, sitting on the couch, no longer hearing the near screaming match happening in your bedroom.

“Too quiet,” Graham agreed. Warren stood up and pressed his ear to the door, his mouth dropping open.

“Guys, I think they’re boning in there.”

“Warren, please refrain from saying ‘boning.’”

#eddie roundtree #eddie loving #eddie roundtree x reader #eddie loving x reader #daisy jones and the six #daisy jones x reader #daisy jones #djats #daisy jones & the six #daisy jones fanfiction #daisy jones fanfic #dj&ts #eddie roundtree fanfiction #eddie roundtree fanfic #birdiewriteslit #birdiewritesfics

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kazunarisworld · 6 months

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Mine

Characters: Kazuha x afab reader

Warning: yandere themes, death, no major character death, murder, blood, toxic relationship (i guess uuf), morally grey characters, assasins, suggestive, this is a one-shot based on a scene from a novel.

Description: You didn't liked his colleague one bit.

You have been dating Kazuha for 3 years now. You knew Kazuha was different. He was obsessive, possessive. Not only that but you also knew Kazuha was an assassin. It was his actual job while he worked as a teacher at a school as a side thing. Despite all that you loved him. Maybe you were a little twisted because you found yourself craving for his love, his attention, his obsession... Everything he had to offer to you.

Things have been fine. You have been so happy with him.... So happy. But then she entered the picture. She was his colleague. She was pretty, at least you could admit that. You wouldn't have even looked at her... Only if she didn't made a move at Kazuha. Now here she was. Bleeding and struggling. She really shouldn't have tried to take him. He was yours after all~ Right?

You clicked your tongue as you got down to her level. "Poor you~ It hurts doesn't it?" You asked, your voice filled with fake sympathy. She cries in pain but no one can hear her. You have made sure of that. Of course you have planned for it all beforehand.

You look at her bleeding legs, multiple stab wounds on it. Thanks to you of course. You twirled the bloody knife around your hand. Your initials carved on it.

"It is pretty isn't it?" You asked showing her the knife making her shiver. "My Kazu gave it to me~ He even taught me how to use it. Isn't he just lovely! I can understand why you want him. I can... It is just... He already belongs to me. And I don't like it when someone tries to take what is mine away." You said shrugging.

"P-Please spare me I.. I won't tell anyone and I will n-never look at him." She begged. You laugh, not even an ounce of guilt on your face. "I am sorry! But it would be very hard to let you go... Nor do I want to." You said, your face turning stone cold. A crazed look crossing your eyes.

You grab her hair yanking her up as you stab her with the knife. Once. Twice. Thrice.... Until she had stopped breathing. Her body sags on the floor when you let her go. You hum as you watch her bleed out.

"I am sorry Eliza~ You have done nothing wrong besides coveting him. But they say one mistake can sometimes be enough to kill you." You spoke, not caring that she was already dead and couldn't hear you.

Just then the door opens. You turn around to see Kazuha. You sit there beside the dead body not even making an effort to greet him or say anything.

He walks towards you, standing right in front of you. "Y/N." He called. When you didn't respond, he puts his hand under your chin lifting your head up making you look at him. "Y/N were you jealous?" He asks, a mischievous smirk on his lips.

You don't say anything.

He looks at the dead body of his colleague and then at you. He hums looking satisfied. "My little devil was jealous huh~ So messy." He cooes as if he was talking to a child. He gets down on one knees as he takes out his handkerchief and wipes of the blood that had gotten on your face.

"My little devil is so pretty. Red really does look good on you." He says wiping off the blood from the coner of your mouth. He leans in as he kisses you passionately. None of you caring about the dead body.

He pulls away feeling smug when he notices the way you seem to chase after his lips.

Kazuha entends his hand in front of you. "Come on princess. You are done here. I am taking you back." He said. You look at him and then at his hand as a smile overtakes your face.

"We are going home?" You ask so innocently that it makes him chuckle. "Yes our home. Where I can kiss my princess more for doing such a great job all on her own." He says.

His words makes you feel giddy. See Kazuha loved you so much. Eliza was stupid if she thought she could have taken him from you.

He pulls you close to him. His hands trailing up your thighs inside your skirt. "You have done so well princess." He says, his eyes darkening with lust.

You were such a cute thing. So soft yet so sharp. So innocent yet so deathly. He had made a perfect weapon out of you.

When he met you he hadn't planned on falling in love with you. Yet it had happened. Now you were his and his only. His little princess.

If you hadn't killed Eliza, he would have. But you made it so easy for him. And seeing you kill someone... Just for him. It made him feel so many things. From extreme adoration and fondness to lust. God he wanted to take you right then and there.

"What about that?" You said pointing towards the dead body, a look of disgust on your face. "I will get my people to clean it up. Now let's go princess." He said holding your hand.

He couldn't wait to get home as fast as possible. He needed you. He wanted to claim you all over again. Reward you for being such a good girl for him and only him.

On the way home, you still didn't feel any guilt for killing that woman. In your head it was justified. You did what you had to. You could only smile as Kazuha holds your hand the whole way. The warmth making you feel happy and comforted.

Maybe everyone was a little twisted. Some more than others. Some hiding it better than others.

Author's Note: okay okay don't come at me for this okay. God! I saw this scene and it got stuck in my head. I was like this will fit yandere kazuha or scara so much so I went ahead and wrote this. Again this was inspired by that one scene in a novel though all the contenrs or so are different of course!

Anyway hope you enjoyed this! Also should I write this scenario with Scara?? 👀👀👀 or anyone else?

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #kazuha #kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #genshin smut #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #kazuha kaedehara #kazuha fanfic

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smellingofpoetry · 1 year

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Drowning

Characters: Reader, Sam Winchester (Soulless!Sam), Dean Winchester (mentioned)

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader

Summary: And, sometimes, it was just too hard to keep her mind from wandering in search of him.

Square/s Filled: “Squirting” (@spnkinkevents), "Free Space" (TMAS Bingo - @supernatural-jackles), "Wap - Cardi B"(@anyfandomkinkbingo)

Warnings: angst, smut, oral (fem rec, male rec), finger fucking, sex, p in v, unprotected sex, squirting, face fucking, creampie

Rating: +18

Words count: 3173

Beta: @snowlovespie

A/N: Hi!🖤 So, I wrote this story for the fantastic @negans-lucille-tblr and her blogiversary. Congratulation on your achievement, love! My prompt was this one: "Missing you comes in waves, and tonight I’m drowning.", you'll find it in bold. I decided to experiment a bit this time, so here we are with my first fic about Sam. I really had fun writing this one not only because I went out of my comfort zone, but also because I ended up writing something quite different from the usual with some usual plot twist, 'cause you know how much I like them. I hope you'll enjoy it. Let me know what you think. 🖤

Everything had changed after Lucifer and the cage.

She thought the worst was to say goodbye to Sam and learning to live without that giant dork. She wasn’t ready for that - nobody was.

No one told her that losing Sam would mean losing Dean too. He left that same night with a simple hug, a really too-quick goodbye, leaving her behind.

She thought that even if he stopped hunting, they could still keep in touch. She realized her mistake and felt so stupid for thinking he would have answered her. Not while he was busy living a life miles away from her and Bobby. Not while he was committed to a whole new life with his new family – with Lisa.

Yeah, that was what hurt her most. Knowing that somewhere else he was laughing and kissing and sleeping with the same stranger, someone who wasn't her.

She shut close her eyes, shaking her head to get rid of all those images.

God…she felt so stupid, still thinking about him after all this time, and the nights were always the worst because it was just too hard to keep her mind from wandering.

Missing Dean came in waves, and tonight – oh tonight – she was drowning while staring at the bottom of her half-empty glass.

She downed the rest of the whiskey and immediately asked for another round, taking the glass in her fingers with a deep sigh as the bartender served her again.

“Well, happy birthday to me.”

Y/N murmured, bringing the glass to her lips and drinking the whisky in one go, feeling the alcohol burn her throat. She slammed the glass down on the counter, shaking her head and squeezing her eyes shut.

Sensing someone had taken a seat beside her, she opened one eye to glance at the newcomer, relaxing immediately when she recognized Sam.

Right, Sam.

He was back. No one was quite sure how it had happened, but he was back, and that was what mattered - that and the fact that he wasn't a demon.

At first, when she saw him in Bobby's living room, she hoped they could just pick up where they left off. Until Bobby made her realize that wasn't going to happen. It was a very short conversation, consisting of two sentences.

Two sentences that, to that day, she didn’t know who hurt more – her or Bobby.

At least she had Sam back, which was both good and bad. Don't get her wrong: she was happy to have her friend back. Still, sometimes it was hard to look at him without thinking of Dean. Tonight, was one of those times.

“What are you doing here, Winchester?”

“Bobby told me where to find you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as Sam raised his arm and motioned for the barman to bring two more drinks.

“What do you need?”

“Why do I have to need something?”

“Because that’s how it usually works with you, guys.”

Sam smiled and raised his hands in surrender, knowing full well that she had caught him.

“Alright, alright. I thought we could have celebrated your birthday together.”

“Thanks, Sam, but I’m not in the mood.”

Sam took the drinks and thanked the barman. He kept one for himself and handed the other to Y/N. He remained silent for a few seconds, just staring and studying her more.

“Is this about Dean?”

Y/N scoffed at his words, looking at Sam as if he were nuts to even think such a thing. Well, he wasn't, but she had to keep what was left of her dignity.

“What? No.”

Sam frowned in disbelief. Y/N glared at him, hoping he would drop the subject, but he seemed to be on a different frequency lately.

“C’mon, Y/N, I know you used to spend all your birthdays with Dean. I was there a few times, remember?”

Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes, and letting Sam know how annoyed she was with him at the moment.

“Okay, fine, so what?”

“So, don’t let that stop you from celebrating, just because he’s not here.”

She sighed and looked down at the glass in front of her.

“He’s out there leaving his life and, sooner or later, you have to move on, and this seems to be a time as good as any.”

Y/N glanced at him, knowing he was right, and there was nothing she could say about it. She sighed, defeated, rubbing her eyes with her fingertips.

“So…”

She paused, looking to Sam for help. He seemed to sense her hesitation, so he grabbed both glasses and handed her one, which she took.

“So, we’re going to celebrate, you and me. I know I’m not Dean, but I promise you, we’ll have fun.”

They clinked the glass together before gulping down the whiskey.

They drank, laughed, and danced until the bartender hadn’t almost kicked them out. She really had had fun, though. Y/N hadn’t laughed that much in a very long time, and neither of them was ready to end their night.

So, they kept moving until they stumbled into Sam’s motel room, and one thing led to another. She’d known it was a big mistake the moment their lips touched, but that hadn’t been enough to stop her.

She couldn't even blame the alcohol. She could only blame herself and her weakness, but a year was a long time, and she longed for someone's touch. And even if Sam wasn't the one she really wanted, he was at least the one who was close enough to her, and that thought alone had hurt. So, she kissed him harder, and he kissed her back, matching Y/N same hunger. With their mouths pressed together, they began to push and pull their clothes off.

Their shirts were the first to hit the floor, leaving them both panting. Their eyes roamed over each other’s bodies. Y/N felt too self-conscious as she tried to unbutton her jeans. She unzipped them and let’em slide down her legs. Sam watched her every move, licking his lips in anticipation.

Y/N couldn’t remember the last time someone had looked at her like that. She shuddered as she unhooked the clasp of her black lace bra, letting it slide down her arms and onto the floor. Sam grabbed her neck and pressed his mouth against hers. The kiss was rough and messy. He bit his lip and then ran his tongue over it. And just as he cupped her breast with his hands, Y/N wondered if Dean would have kissed her in the same way. Sam's fingers pinching her already hard nipples pushed that thought away.

She reached for his belt, unbuckled it and pulled down his trousers. The boxers were next. Pulling them down enough to free his cock, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, stroking the tip. At that, Sam moaned into Y/N's mouth, bucking his hips against her. He ran a hand through her hair, tugging at it with his fingers to encourage her to kneel, and she took the hint.

She stroked it and, not taking her eyes off him, licked a strip of his cock, swirling her tongue around the head, tasting the pre-cum.

Y/N couldn't resist, so she took him in her mouth, closed her eyes and began to suck on his length.

Would Dean taste the same?

Would he moan the same way?

She got wetter and wetter with every lick, moan and thrust. Releasing Sam's cock with a loud pop, Y/N breathed deeply as she stroked his shaft, her other hand fondling his balls. He grunted, tightening the grip on the back of her head as his hand replaced hers on his shaft.

“Open up.”

She opened her mouth as she was told and stuck out her tongue. At the sight of Y/N on her knees in front of him, Sam growled and slapped his cock on her tongue once, twice, three times before pushing it through her lips.

She took it in, sucking as best she could, as Sam jerked his hips back and forth.

Y/N felt saliva running down her chin as he mouth-fucked her. With both hands on his hips, for balance, she closed her eyes.

She had spent several sleepless nights imagining herself kneeling, with Dean's cock in her mouth, fucking her the way Sam was doing it. And on those nights, the thought alone had made her come on her fingers all the time and one flick of Sam’s fingers on her clit would have had the same result in that moment.

Sam rocked in and out until he felt too close to the edge, so he stepped back, helped her up and quickly crushed his mouth against hers. She kissed him back as his hands moved down her body, searching for her panties. He tore them off and slid his fingers between her legs, which she spread a little, moaning at the feel of his fingers circling her clit.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Is that all for me?”

Y/N bit her lower lip, nodding at the question, her eyes never leaving Sam's. He pressed his forehead against hers, mingling their breaths, grinning.

“Liar.”

Her eyes widened, but she had no time to say anything as he slid two fingers inside her, pushing them faster and faster, eagerly nipping at her nipples with his lips, making Y/N thrust against his hand.

“Oh, God…”

Y/N whimpered, clenching tightly around his fingers while he kept moving them, working her through the orgasm.

When it became too much, he slid his digits out and brought them to her lips, and she promptly welcomed them, sucking and moaning at the taste of herself on her tongue.

When she let them out, Sam captured her mouth in a sloppy kiss and urged them both towards the bed.

He put his hands on her hips and turned her over. Once her back was pressed against his chest, Sam's hands moved up Y/N's body, cupping her breasts and enjoying every moan as he nibbled at her earlobe.

“Hands and knees on the bed.”

Sam watched as she positioned herself in the middle of the bed with her legs spread wide, making him growl at the sight of her glistening pussy on full display. Unable to resist the urge to taste it, he stood behind Y/N and licked and sucked her folds once, twice, three times.

She bit her lips and gripped the sheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Sam trailed kisses up the skin of her back until he reached her shoulders, sinking his teeth there and making her moan. She had never been more desperate to fill that void.

He nuzzled her neck, licking a strip of skin, holding her in place as he took his cock to rub it a few times across her wet folds, grazing her opening with the tip.

Y/N closed her eyes in anticipation, feeling herself stretch around his girth inch by inch.

Once buried inside her, he stood still, giving Y/N time to get used to his size. Panting into her ear, his hands roamed down her body to pinch her perky nipples. Sam moved his hips back, already feeling her breathing get heavier, feeling how wet her pussy was getting and how tight it was clenching around his shaft, so he pushed into her again. She tried to move, desperately wanting him to go a little faster, a little harder, but Sam was quicker, stopping her hips with his hands, slowing the pace.

One of his hands gripped Y/N's neck, pulling her closer to his chest. As he increased the rhythm of his thrusts, she humored Sam's hips as best she could, feeling the wetness slide down her trembling legs.

Would it have felt that good to have Dean inside her?

Usually, it was – in her dreams at least. Dean would fuck her that way, with his chest pressed to her back, a hand around the neck, and the other rubbing her clit just the way she liked it.

At that thought, she threw her head back, eyes closed, and slid a hand between her legs to rub the already hardened clit.

Sam lowered his gaze, shuddering at the sight, and as a result tightened his grip on her neck, loving the way Y/N instantly squeezed his cock, feeling her become even tighter than she already was.

She gasped as Sam continued to move at a brutal pace, wanting nothing more than to feel her finally start to come around him.

Which she did the moment she tightened her grip around his shaft, making him moan with pleasure.

Y/N felt the orgasm overwhelm her and she couldn't help but moan in pleasure.

“D… Sam!”

She bit down on her lips, squeezing her already closed eyes even tighter, and her cheeks turned red from the embarrassment of having almost moaned out the wrong name.

Sam had to smile at that, giving her a few more thrusts, letting her ride out the orgasm, and only when she collapsed flat on the mattress did he get out of her soaked pussy, causing Y/N to whimper at the loss.

She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her wild heart, and as Sam helped her turn over to lie on the bed between the pillows, she saw him towering over her with a grin on his face.

Blushing and out of breath, she let her eyes roam over his sweaty body, licking her lips at the sight of his still hard cock, opening her legs and welcoming him between them.

Sam moved closer, running his hands up and down her legs, leaning in to greedily search for her lips.

Y/N kissed him back with equal intensity, running her fingers through his long hair, pulling it tighter than she intended and getting a slap on her red, sensitive pussy.

Moaning, she grabbed his hard cock and pumped it quickly, while at the same time Sam slid two fingers into her slit and fingered her vigorously.

She felt herself getting wetter than she thought possible as Sam continued to hit her G-spot.

Unable to do anything but lie there and take whatever he was willing to give her, she let go of his dick and gripped the sheets beneath her, her toes curling in anticipation.

“F-fuck…”

She cried out, collapsed and spilled onto his hand, legs shaking and breathing heavily as she felt the most powerful orgasm of her life.

He looked at her in awe before pulling his fingers from her still throbbing pussy, sucking and tasting them with closed eyes.

As soon as Sam opened them, he looked at her before placing both forearms on either side of her head and pushing the head of his cock against her entrance.

He swallowed her moan with his mouth and kissed her hard and deep, letting Y/N taste herself on his tongue.

She responded to the kiss with everything she had and felt him fill her again in one quick thrust.

“God, Y/N, you feel so fucking good.”

Sam groaned, pounding her pussy with deep, hard thrusts. She arched her back and wrapped both legs around his hips. She could feel his dick throbbing deep inside her thanks to this position, and with the feeling that he was close, she clenched tightly around him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up good.”

“Yeah, come for me, Sam, please.”

She felt him tremble between her legs, and with three more powerful thrusts he burst inside her, leaving Y/N whimpering as she felt Sam's cum filling her.

His groans echoing through the walls.

Minutes later he stopped in her tight heat, running his fingers along her side, noticing her chest still rising and falling slightly, he leaned down, kissing her swollen lips.

His hand reached for her breast, squeezing and kneading it a few times between his fingers. Then, he let go and stepped out of her warmth.

Y/N shivered at the air hitting her warm skin as Sam put his hands on her knees, spreading them wider and staring at her glistening slit.

She was so fucking beautiful, all spread out for him, just him, and Sam always wondered what it would feel like to have her like that and, fuck, if it wasn't worth it.

So, he couldn't really understand why he hadn't made a move sooner.

As he watched his cum ooze out of her used pussy, Sam moaned, biting his lips, trying to hold on until he couldn't.

“Fuck it…”

He leaned down and licked at her folds, tasting her and himself on Y/N's wet skin. The moment she felt his tongue, a long moan escaped her lips, so she slipped a hand between her legs and ran her fingers through Sam's hair.

He kept on slurping at her pussy, then slid his tongue into her slit, feeling Y/N instantly buck her hips into his mouth.

She was a quivering mess, lying on the bed with her legs spread and Sam's head between them, not really sure how much longer she could hold out.

But she couldn't help imagining what someone...

No, scratch that.

What would Dean have thought if he had walked in the room just then? What would he have thought, seeing her being fucked by his brother?

Y/N bit down on her lips and closed her eyes as she arched her back, still rocking her hips to indulge Sam's tongue.

She cupped her breasts and promptly pinched the hard nipples, trying to get rid of Dean's image, his hands, his lips, but those green eyes seemed to haunt her everywhere.

“Come for me, Y/N, c’mon.”

“Uhm… can’t.”

“Yes, yes, you can. One more time, c’mon.”

Sam's tongue filled her again as he rubbed his skilled fingers over her clit, and in no time, she could feel the pleasure building again.

Her head was still so full of Dean's image as she came on his little brother's tongue that Y/N had to bite down on her own to keep from moaning the wrong name, which was right there, about to slip past her lips.

He drank all of her juices, only letting her go when it became too much for her, and Y/N's leg immediately collapsed on the bed as she tried to get over her high.

Sam rolled over in the sheets beside her, licking his lips where he could still taste her. He glanced in Y/N's direction with a lazy smile on his face, then caught her lips for one last kiss before getting up to disappear into the bathroom.

Y/N stood still, breathing heavily, and staring at the ajar door. And even if she could still feel the buzzing in her body, she forced herself to get out of bed, ad the reality of what had just happened hit her with full force.

Picking up all her clothes, she dressed as best she could and slipped out of the motel room. Once outside, she leaned against the cool wall, breathing in the night air.

What the fuck had she done?

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The Art of Life: Part Four

Part Three

18+, minors evaporate!!

A/n: FINAL PART IS HERE!!! This was a fun cute little series to write, and I’m definitely gonna write a cute little smutty epilogue (because there clearly wasn’t enough in the story). BUT ITS DEFINITELY NOT OVER, I STILL HAVE SOME TRICKS UP MY SLEEVE 😏 But for now, enjoy.

Warnings: Brief mentions of sexual content, little angst, big fat happy ending!

Word Count: 3.5k

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One month later…

Josh had pretty much accepted the fact that he’d never see you again, other than on the big screen that was waiting to broadcast his film to the hundreds of festival attendees.

He knew what you said that night in your apartment, “we both deserve someone who can be there for us…”, but he was a fool for taking it so literally. That night, your mouth said one thing, but your eyes were telling a completely different story, and it was the one he really should’ve listened to.

But instead, he went and completely ruined the best thing that happened to him, all for some girl that couldn’t even compare to you. It lasted all of a week before they went their separate ways.

It had been a hard month leading up to the festival, Josh getting little sleep due to him putting finishing touches on his project and beating himself up for the careless mistake he made. The look on your face when you saw him at the cafe haunted him whenever he closed his eyes.

He felt drained, all he wanted to do was sleep, but the much anticipated night had finally arrived, so he’d have to hold on just a little while longer.

The field that the festival was being held in was bursting at the seams with life, students, their families, and well known figures in the New York film industry poured in as the various screens scattered about played different projects that his peers worked tirelessly on.

Josh’s family was somewhere in the crowd, and he spent a little time strolling with them before wandering off by himself for a moment of peace and (somewhat) quiet before his showing.

Since they’d arrived a couple days prior, they’d been hounding him nonstop about your whereabouts. He had to admit to them that he’d fucked up, which earned him a nice scolding from his mother, exactly what he needed in the moment. He was trying his hardest to enjoy himself, but he found it very hard to do without your presence.

Josh wiped his sweaty palms on his pants as he sat anxiously behind one of the large screens that was displaying one of his classmate’s projects, his was up next. He didn’t know why, but every couple of minutes, he found himself scanning the crowded field of festival goers in search of your face.

It was stupid, he knew that, but he couldn’t stop himself.

“There you are,” Jake’s voice called from behind him, causing him to turn abruptly.

“We’ve been looking everywhere for you, why'd you run off?”

“Just needed some air,” Josh sighed.

Jake sat in the cool metal chair beside him and took a bite out of the funnel cake he was eating, “what’s going on? Are you nervous or something?”

Josh shook his head, for some reason, he wasn’t nervous at all.

Silence lingered for a moment, then Jake spoke again, “it’s y/n, isn’t it?”

Josh looked at his far too smart twin, then dropped his head into his hands, “I fucked up Jake, big time. And I don’t think this is something I can come back from,” he looked back towards him, “how did I manage to fuck up this badly?”

Jake opened his mouth to respond, but one of the sophomore film students came zipping around the corner, “Josh, you’re up in five.”

He sent the girl a thumbs up, then turned his attention back to Jake, who was offering him a sympathetic grin.

“Don’t beat yourself up about it too much. It’s life, everyone fucks up once or twice. And if you’re a Kiszka, that number doubles automatically.”

They both laughed a little before Jake gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, “but you’ll also never know what will come of the situation if you don’t at least see.”

He stood from his chair, “blessesed are those who ask the questions, brother,” he spoke in a Shakespearean manner, “or something like that anyway.”

The rest of his funnel cake was finished in one bite, and he tossed his trash in a near by bin, silently scolding his brother for choosing a place of refuge directly next to it.

Josh was standing now, and Jake began tugging on his collar, making sure his twin looked as presentable as possible for his big moment.

“I’m gonna go find the bunch, you know you got this, right?”

Josh nodded, and Jake sent him one more firm nod, “see you out there, then.”

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The crowd applauded as Josh’s professor stepped away from the podium, allowing him to step forward and introduce himself and his film.

His entire family was sat front row, Karen sending him a thumbs up. At the end of the row, there was an empty seat. It was meant for him, but he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to see you sitting there instead.

Josh cleared his throat, “good evening, everyone. My name is Joshua Kiszka, I’m the director of the film you’re about to see, and I just want to thank the festival directors for letting me share my-… our story.”

He could feel his nerves surfacing, his hands beginning to shake as he clutched the mic between them, “This film is something that is very close to my heart. I-it follows the journey of a young art student, who I shamelessly plucked out of the library one rainy morning, and we were stuck like glue from that day forward,” the audience chuckled, “when I met y/n, I was immediately drawn to her. She’s beautiful, yes, and her talent speaks for itself, but what really struck me was her ability to see the beauty in the people and the world around her. She found inspiration in the most unlikely of places, and her art was a reflection of her unique perspective. She herself, is a truly inspiring person, with a passion for creating art that’s contagious. Watching her work was like watching a magician conjur up a spell, each stroke of a brush or pencil adding another layer to the world she was creating.”

His eyes sought out Jake, who gave him another signature nod of his head.

You got this, big brother.

“But y/n is a lot more than just a talented artist. She’s also a person that radiates warmth and kindness,” Josh began smiling to himself, “her smile… it lights up any room she finds herself in, her laughter is so infectious, and it wasn’t long before I found myself falling in love with her.”

He looked down for a moment then back towards the crowd, “unfortunately, I guess life had other plans for us, and though things may not have worked out the way I expected them to, she still continues to inspire me. After filming, when I sat down to piece this film together, I wanted to capture the essence of her spirit and the beauty of her art. But as I worked, I realized this film was more than just about her art, but about the art of living.”

“You see, y/n taught me that life isn’t just about achieving goals and accumulating accolades. It’s about finding joy in the little things, appreciating the beauty of the world, and the relationships we build with others and the experiences we share. She showed me that art isn’t just something you create, it’s something that you live, day in and day out.”

Josh sighed, feeling more relaxed as he saw the smiling faces in he crowd, “so in this film, you’ll get to see y/n’s journey and the impact she had on me. You’ll see how her art reflected her soul, and how her spirit inspired me to live my life with more passion and purpose. To be honest, I didnt know what I was looking for when I set out to make this film, but I ended up finding everything I ever needed. I hope this film can inspire you in some ways, too. I hope you’ll see that love, art, and life, are all intertwined, and that the beauty of it is all around us, waiting to be discovered. Without further ado, I present to you ‘The Art of Life’. Thank you.”

Applause rung out as Josh exited the stage and took a seat next to his mother.

The projector came to life with harsh white light, before the film began rolling.

The first thing to appear on the screen was your face, angelic in so many ways, and when it did, Josh’s heart sank into his stomach. You were sat in front of your gallery of work in a more formal interview style. He remembered that day vividly, it took the both of you from sun up to sundown to complete that section of filming. He smiled at the memory.

“Introduce yourself,” Josh’s voice rang out through the speakers.

You shifted in your seat, “my name is y/n, and I’m an artist.”

It didn’t occur to him until then how much he missed your voice.

“And what does being an artist mean to you?”

Your lips pursed as you digested the question, “well, to be an artist is to see the world with a different set of eyes, to observe every detail and every hue, to capture the essence of beauty and turn it into something new… something more personal…”

As you continued speaking, the scene cut away to a clip of you laughing in your apartment as you worked on a piece, the faint sound of your laughter causing the hair on his arms to stand up straight.

“…but being an artist isn’t just about creating to me, it’s a way of life. As a painter, you’re given this blank slate full of potential, and you’re given all these various tools and options, and you’re tasked with creating something beautiful. Life is the same way when you think about it…”

Another clip from when you two visiting the art gallery on your first day together, you were standing admiring one of the pieces.

“Life, like painting, is full of contrasts, dark shades and bright hues, light and shadows that last. It’s all those imperfections that make it unique…”

You and Josh running through the rainy streets of New York, you with copious ammounts of art supplies in your clutch.

“… so to me, being an artist simply means being alive. Living, learning, growing, experiencing… and creating.”

Josh could feel something stirring inside of him as he watched you on the screen. The film cut to you standing on the windy harbor, and Josh turned to gauge everyone’s reactions. Every eye was glued to the screen as you began speaking. They all seemed to be just as captured by your beauty as he was.

In that moment, there was no doubt in Josh’s mind what he needed to do. He sprang to his feet, moving towards the nearest exit.

Karen gave him a wild look, but his heart was too preoccupied to pay any mind.

His slow pace turned into a light jog, and soon he was full on running.

“Does anyone know where the final art gallery is being held?” He shouted to anyone who would listen.

“Shut up, man. I’m watching a movie here,” someone shouted back.

“It’s a film, not a movie, genius,” he quipped back.

“South Harbor and 30th,” a female voice rang out.

He thanked the mystery voice, hastily exiting the venue and heading exactly in that direction.

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You were still on your first glass of champagne as you surveyed the gallery, watching people dressed in their Sunday best partake in cocktail hour. The room was filled with chatter and the soft hum of classical music.

These kinds of events always had you on edge, rubbing elbows with snobby art elitists wasn’t your cup of tea, it was simply a part of the profession you chose. But you often felt uncomfortable and out of place, just as you did right now.

Your parents were a no show, but that was to be expected, they hardly every crawled out of their small corner of the world for anything other than weekend casino trips, so their absence wasn’t missed. But Josh… oh how you longed for his presence. Even after seeing what you had a month ago, you couldn’t stop yourself from yearning for him. But you figured that season had come and gone, leaving you alone in a room full of crowded people as you waited to present your finished piece.

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Another hour rolled by before it was time for the artwork to be unveiled, and one by one, you listened to your peers give rehearsed speeches about their work, and soon enough it was your turn to do the same.

As you stood at the small podium, scanning the crowd in front of you, you suddenly forgot all the words you’d gone over dozens of times in your apartment. Eveyone’s eyes were on you, and you shifted your balance on your feet, tugging at your long black gown and steadying yourself in your uncomfortable shoes. The room was eerily silent as everyone waited for you to speak, and after trying and failing to remember what you wanted to say, you decided to simply let the words flow.

“This… this painting that I’m about to present is very near and dear to me, something I worked on tirelessly, and it’s of someone who’s very important to me.”

You paused briefly before continuing, “I met this young man one day in the library when he asked me to be the subject of a film he was making, and though I was a bit hesitant at first, I agreed. I didn’t know what to expect going into it, but I thought why the hell not? It’s not every day you get to be the main character in an underground film, right?”

A few people in the audience chuckled, “but what I didn’t know is how much that man would change my life. You know as an artist, you’re trained to pay attention to details, colors, shapes, those kinds of things, and I’ve pretty much convinced myself that I was an expert at doing so. But after Josh entered my life, I started seeing things a bit differently, a bit clearer. Josh has a way of bringing out the brighter side of life, a side of life I didn’t know I was missing out on,” your eyes began to burn from the tears that began to brew, “and I feel so lucky that I was able to experience that with him, no matter how short it may have been.”

“So I painted this portrait in hopes to capture his essence so that I could share it with all of you, because as much as I wanted to keep it all to myself, something that beautiful deserves to be experienced by many, if only captured in a single moment. After all, that’s the true job of an artist.”

A few smiles appeared in the crowd, and you dropped your head with a soft chuckle, “it’s kinda funny. I started off being his muse, but he ended up being mine…”

You were speaking to yourself now without even knowing, and when you realized that the room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, you snapped out of your trance.

“Anyways, without further ado, I present to you ‘Quintessence’.”

The large black cloak that was draped over your painting fell to the ground as the audience erupted into applause, all of their focus shifting from you the the canvas behind you.

There were a few gasps and excited murmurs that slowly melted away your nerves, but as you turned to get a look at the painting, Josh’s eyes seemingly staring right back at you, the tension returned.

You stood back with the rest of the spectators to take in the painting, your first real time doing so since it was completed.

The painting was in fact of Josh, but it depicted him as some sort of angelic being. His face held a serene expression, encased by a soft white glow that brought out the curvature of his features. The idea came to you the night of your first date, Josh’s naked body pressed against yours. The light from a street lamp outside casted its light perfectly across his face, bringing forward the most beautiful parts of him.

His arms were outstretched as if he were in flight, his wings extended behind him, and his head tilted up towards the heavens. His body (which you decided to paint as close to the real thing as possible), was draped in a gold fabric that shimmered in the light, another idea from that night when Josh stood at the foot of your bed wearing only your bed sheet. His halo glowed a similar color, it’s luminescence bleeding into the background of the painting.

The background took on no real form, just swirling colors and shapes that gave the piece more of an otherworldly feeling.

Overall, it wasn't your usual style of art. It appeared as if it belonged in the renaissance section of some posh museum, but as you stood marveling at it, all you felt was a sense of pride. You were actually proud of it. All you wanted to do was show Josh in the way you saw him, and you had to admit you did just that.

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Once all of the art had been presented, you took the time to stroll around the gallery by yourself, admiring the work of your peers while sipping on champagne that was far too expensive for your taste. You hadn’t realized how much time you spent browsing until you made it back to the front, the once large crowd that congregated in the area now much smaller.

You sat your empty champagne flute down and began making your way back to where your piece was, silently cursing yourself for not sticking around to answer questions like you were supposed to. By now, anyone who might have been interested was more than likely gone.

As you rounded the corner, you expected the area near your painting to be a ghost town, but to your surprise, there was one curly-haired patron standing directly in front of it, observing in deep thought.

Though his back was turned to you, there was no mistaking who it was, and a small smile began to spread across your face.

“What’s your analysis of this painting?” You asked softly, repeating the question he asked you on the day you met.

You could tell he was already well aware of your presence, not frightened by the sound of your voice coming from behind him. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he shifted on his feet and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I see,” he began, pausing briefly to give the question more thought, “I see the best version of myself. A slightly less handsome version,” he teased, causing you to chuckle, “but it’s the version I’d like to be all the time.”

He finally turned to look at you, and his face was just as angelic as it was in the painting, maybe even more so.

“It’s the version of myself that you bring out.”

Your heart began beating wildly in your chest, your heels digging further and further into the ground as his eyes burned into you. They wandered down the length of your long black dress, then back up to your face.

“I miss you, y/n.”

All you wanted was to melt into his arms and tell him that you missed him too, but your pride took over in the moment.

“I guess the brunette in the coffee shop wasn’t enough?”

“No,” he responded with a scoff, catching you off guard, “no she wasn’t. In fact, I don’t think any woman will ever be enough for me, any woman except you. My muse.”

He was standing directly in front of you now, running the back of his fingers delicately across your cheek, “I know what you said that night, about us deserving someone who could be there for us, and I thought I agreed with you, but I don’t. I deserve you, y/n. And I think it’s safe to say you deserve me too. We deserve each other,” your eyes closed as he continued to speak, “could you even imagine anything other than this? Anything other than us?”

His thumb came up to wipe a single tear that slid down your face, “no,” you whispered, “I can’t. I don’t want to.”

Josh shook his head at you, “then let's not. Let’s not complicate it, okay mama? We’ll figure out all the details as they come, but let’s just fucking do it.”

More tears were falling now, only they served a different purpose. You nodded you head, wrapping your arms around him to pull him closer, “okay, let’s fucking do it.”

He smiled down at you as his other hand found your face, pulling you in for an intoxicating kiss. It lingered on for a while without progressing before Josh pulled away from you breathless.

“Hey Picasso,” he grinned, “I think I love you.”

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Jealous Mateo x reader

Author's note: This is based from my character Mateo, who happens to be a yandere. I made a visual novel where he is one of the main characters. If you wanna play my game(to what i will be really happy) here is the link: https://simemeow.itch.io/love-stuck

How hard it is to live without a phone, you would think if you knew about its existence. And if you also knew that, thanks to it, you can while away your time by watching various stupid videos, which, to be honest, are not worth even a minute of your life. Well, of course, it would be too much of an exaggeration to say that you don’t know what a telephone is. You know its main purpose - communication.

Mateo has a push-button telephone; he uses it to communicate with his customers who want to order various paintings from him. You also saw the vintage telephones from watching movies that were in Mateo's collection. This was the end of your knowledge, so you couldn’t even imagine that there were flat smartphones, and you didn’t know about the Internet.

However, you still feel that you are missing something in your life. Maybe a phone could be the missing piece in your imperfect puzzle. Maybe it would also open your eyes to the suffocating situation you are in… But to his selfish happiness, Mateo foresaw that this would come at a great cost to him. He’s not a fool to give you the opportunity to learn anything from the Internet. He is a control freak for a reason.

Therefore, you are content with literature, magazines, films that have been carefully checked several times and were chosen so as not to give you an extra idea that might really appeal to you. What if you run away?

However, lately you have become very interested in fashion magazines. You especially liked looking at beautiful faces, bodies, and people you didn’t know. Clothes and accessories that were selected by professional designers looked incomparable on these models, emphasizing their zest and beauty. This was your only way to see new faces, because you couldn’t leave this house. Sounds sad doesn't it?

But to add even more bitterness to this situation, it should be noted that Mateo began to notice the way you looked at these people and he didn’t like it. He is not one of the insecure people, but still something new began to appear in him, a characteristic with which he was not previously familiar. It was jealousy. He wanted you to look at him with those eyes, with the same insatiable interest.

“You’ve been glued to this magazine lately, what’s so interesting about it,” he said with a strange tone. Oh, how interesting, this tone is so unusual for him, but there is something exciting in it, you thought.

"So what?" – you answered him with a question. His eyebrow seemed to twitch, but he smiled, trying to contain the jealousy that was slowly growing within him.

"Well, you know, I brought you so many interesting books. You should read something, magazines contain only visual images and no words,” he began to reason. He sounded so serious, as if he believed that his advice would change something in you, and at the snap of his fingers you would do what he wanted.

You couldn't help but laugh. “It sounds like someone is jealous,” you pointed out bluntly. His face changed, showing you a split second of surprise, much like when you caught a criminal red-handed and he had nowhere else to go, but admit his mistake.

“Maybe you’re right,” he admitted. Mateo began to slowly walk towards you, this made you get up from the couch and leave looking at the magazine for another, more convenient time. You thought that if you got up from your seat, it would convince him and he would just stop, but you were wrong. You started to back away and soon found yourself pinned against the wall. Having driven you into a corner, Mateo immediately took the opportunity and blocked your passage with his hands. He was too close…

"Ah!" – you said in surprise.

"With the advent of the magazine, all your attention goes to it, and you completely forgot about me. I need you, do you understand that?" – Mateo began to calmly explain. “As you can see, I have to use all sorts of tricks to attract your gaze to me,” he began to whisper in your ear. His breath tickled your neck and you felt heat on your face. “You won’t do this again, will you?” - he asked.

“Y-yes,” you agreed quietly.

“That’s great,” Mateo said smiling. He released you from this small corner and took a few steps back so that you would not feel uncomfortable.

“Damn, that was hot,” you thought to yourself.

To distract yourself from this situation, you actually decided to pick up a book and try to read it. However, the text passed you by, your brain was replaying a recent memory with Mateo pressing you against the wall.

The next morning you saw that your journal was in the trash bin, apparently someone decided that it was giving you thoughts that you didn’t need. But instead you were rewarded with even more literature.

#lovestuck #lovestuck mateo #lovestuck loren #male yandere #soft yandere #tw yandere #visual novel #yandere boyfriend #yandere male #yandere oc #yandere visual novel #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere

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I Got Your Six - Chapter 3

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD/ Drugs

Word Count: 8k

A/N: Just a little heads-up that some things will be a bit different than in the film. Frankie also doesn't have a baby in this fic.

This chapter was originally longer cause I went a little overboard (sorry not sorry 😁) so I had to divide it. It took me actually longer than I thought cause some parts were a bit hard to write at first but I hope it still turned out okay and you will like it! 🥰

2 days later, 2 PM, Florida, Tampa

A bell chimed above me when I entered the café Santiago wanted to meet me at.

The whole 2 days before, I had fought with myself if I should really go, if it wasn’t the biggest mistake I could make, to come even close to the deep wounds that hadn’t healed over time. Could I bring myself to dig even deeper in them?

The only convincing argument that persisted was this weird feeling I still had in my gut since I received his text. It was nothing good, whatever was to come, I knew that much. It never failed me till this day and I wasn’t about to start ignoring it now.

“Let me know how it went.” Colonel Sanders said to me when I visited him before I had left for the airport. He had seemed positive that I made the right decision. We would be about to see that shortly…

My three boys were a little different regarding this whole thing, being adamant to stay till my departure and being with me till the last second. Not wanting to let me go alone but they knew I had to. This was my battle to fight, not theirs.

“Show him that nobody messes with our wolf, okay?” Were Mick’s words goodbye, holding me to his six foot one large frame and wanting to go with me despite knowing he couldn’t. He was still not well with this but accepted my decision in the end.

“You’re not the only one here, you know?” Reminded him Luc from his left, shoving him to the side so he could hug me goodbye too.

“Gotta make sure to take care of our girl properly.” His friend countered and made a wink toward him.

“You’re so full of shit. I really don’t know how I made it through all these years with you.” Luc laughed with a shaking head and brought me closer.

“Remember that we’re always with you, alright? Even if we’re not there, Y/N.” The six foot tall man said while hugging me and caressing my arm softly.

“I’ll keep these two assholes here in check in the meantime.” He added a bit quieter with a laugh, pretending to whisper it to me but wanting his brothers to actually hear it.

“I heard that!” Sounded Mick’s voice loudly from behind us not a second after.

“That was his plan, pendejo.” Alex informed him from the right while he came over to also give me a hug before my departure.

“Watch your six, Y/N.” Giving me a kiss on the crown of my head and burying his head in my neck after, he mumbled his words into my skin. He joined our hands and rubbed it a few times soothingly to make sure I was ready to face my anxiety once again. Only this time without them for the very first time since I’ve been with the boys. Alex’ six foot two body was curled protectively around me, wanting to give me the most safest feeling possible for the 2 hour flight ahead of me. Hoping I’d get through it without any incidents.

“I will. You watch yours too.” I answered back, squeezing his hand a few times before letting go and pulling back, looking him in the eyes on the way.

“Promise. I’ll make sure Mick doesn’t do anything stupid while you’re gone.” He reassured me laughing.

“I heard that too!” The mentioned man shouted again, not caring about people giving him annoyed looks while walking by.

“I’ll see you boys soon.” Were my last words I exchanged with them before my flight got called out and I had to go. Looking one final time over my shoulder to see them waving with their hands before they were out of my sight.

So here I was, walking in the little café that actually looked quite nice. There were multiple tables with two to four chairs distributed in the room with some flowers in a vase and white tablecloths on them, some booths next to the pastel-colored walls too. Some framed pictures here and there to create a more friendly atmosphere. It felt like ages since I’ve been somewhere like this under “normal” circumstances. Always jumping from mission to mission without a break cause it was the only thing that kept me sane, helped me to block out my emotions and all thoughts in my fucked up mind that would bury me under a darkness I would never come out of again. Not alive.

A woman in probably her 20’s I assumed, with her brown hair in a ponytail, greeted me with a friendly smile when I walked by the counter, looking around the room, already on guard like always and on high alert to the unknown environment around me. I already hated being here. Alone with myself, not having my gear to protect me or a weapon besides my knife in the left pocket of my pants. Just to be safe. And not having my boys if something happened, the only ones that knew how to deal with it.

Just relax. Everything is fine. I told myself with every single step I took. Except it wasn’t.

Thankfully the café wasn’t too crowded right now and there were only a couple of people sitting at some tables, drinking or eating something. Three waiting in a line at the counter to probably buy something to-go. Everything looked like it was a normal day, people going after their routines, not caring about the things around them. But they should.

They didn’t know there was a killer amongst them right now, that wouldn’t hesitate to strike. Foolish idiots.

As my eyes continued scanning the room thoroughly, they landed on a person sitting in one of the booths more in the back of the café. It was only after our looks crossed that I stopped abruptly in my steps. His brown eyes with that familiar golden glow had already spotted and fixated me, not yet giving away any emotions behind them.

I felt like someone had stolen the air out of my lungs. Too stunned to see him really after all this time in person right in front of me again. He was still wearing his characteristically dark blue cap with the star on it, a jacket in the same color with a red shirt underneath, black pants and shoes. Santiago didn’t look any different than I remembered him. Besides the fact, that he must have shaven in the last days since his slight stubble was gone.

My first instinct that hit me right this moment was to run. Run away. Then everything else kicked in and I had to hold myself back to not loose it in front of all the people in here. I felt the memories threatening to rush back that I tried so desperately to erase without success. I couldn’t allow this. I wouldn’t. In a split second my walls were even higher up, not wanting him to see what reaction he had caused. Pushing all my emotions aside and taking in some air, I slowly continued my way toward him with an emotionless face. He wouldn’t get to know how I was feeling.

“I didn’t expect you to actually come.” His voice greeted me when I reached the booth he was sitting in, standing up in the process.

“Me neither.” I answered without any emotion, holding his gaze and sitting down across from him.

A moment long there was just silence between us, no one of us really knowing what to say and only looking at each other.

“I’m s-” Before he could say anything more, I rudely cut him off. Not wanting to hear whatever he was about to say.

“What do you want?” I asked coldly, crossing my arms and making it clear to him that I wasn’t happy about the whole situation.

“Straight to the point, hm?” He really had the audacity to laugh.

“You forced me to come down here despite knowing very well about my anxiety, so you better have a real good reason to suddenly decide to talk after 8 fucking years, Garcia.” He wasn’t getting the satisfaction of getting called by his nickname by me.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” His honest tone surprised me, also the softened look in his eyes he was giving me.

“Come to the point.” Deciding I couldn’t longer bear his look, I looked out the window next to me and waited for his next words.

Sighing, he put his arms on the table and leaned forward. He was smart enough to know that he would fall on deaf ears if he continued like this. Like always.

“I wanna get the old team back together.” Never having anticipated to hear anything close to this, my head whipped around immediately. Looking at him speechless and with wide eyes.

I was dreaming this, right? He… didn’t actually just say those words out loud?

“You- What…?!” I was sure my brain stopped working. Why would he say that? And how would he come up with something like that out of nowhere?

“I want to get all of us together again.” Santiago repeated his previous words calmy, giving me time to process what he had just dropped on me.

“No!” Was my immediate response that I shouted at him, getting the attention of the whole café that I completely ignored and jumped up from my seat, ready to leave as fast as possible.

“Y/N! Wait!” He also raised his voice and got up, trying to stop me.

I might have been okay with him talking about what happened in the past but getting all of us together again? Fuck no, that was the line I wasn’t going to cross. I’d rather die than seeing them again. Seeing him. I knew I had a bad feeling for a reason about this. To hell with making peace, I needed to get out of here before everything would get out of control.

“I knew it was a fucking mistake to come here!” I snarled at him, gritting my teeth and sending him a stone-cold look.

“Let me explain, please.” He pleaded and lowered his voice, taking a seat again.

I shouldn’t hear him out, I should just go, walk out of that door and pretend nothing had happened.

With a huff I closed my eyes for a moment and set back down too. Why was I listening to him?

“What is it?” I cut myself short, not making eye contact with him.

“A Recce.”

“A Recce?” Repeating his words, my thoughts began already racing. There must be more behind it than just a simple recce, he wouldn’t come to me with only this.

“Yes.”

“We both know it ain’t just a simple recce, Santiago. You’re not the guy that does things only halfway. So what is it really?” I snorted sarcastically, not believing his words and looking back at him.

“I wanna get Gabriel Martin Lorea.” He explained shortly after without hesitation, leaning forward on the table again and folding his hands. Knowing I saw right through him.

Lorea? How did he know that name? We had been surveillancing that guy’s activities for a few months now and never found out where he was hiding. Every bust the army made came up with nothing and every lead we followed led us to a dead end. And now Santiago Garcia, of all possible people should know where that piece of shit was? That couldn’t be a coincidence, no way.

“Lorea?! How did you get that name?” I asked with a mix of surprise and confusion in my voice, furrowing my eyebrows.

“I-” Right as he wanted to explain, the young woman from the counter earlier came to a stop at our table and we paused our conversation for the moment.

“Hello, can I bring you anything?” She asked, still smiling and giving Santiago probably the sweetest look she could. Of course she needed to do that.

“No. Can you fuck off now?” I shot at her, feeling anger already rushing up inside of me and wanting to rip that look off of her face. How dare she interrupt us like that? She better get hella fast as far away as possible.

Her face fell as soon as my words hit her, looking weirdly over to Santiago before she made her leave quietly back behind the counter, whispering something to herself. Bitch.

“She was only doing her job.” The Spanish man across from me chuckled with an amused face. Finding it seemingly funny, how I reacted toward the woman.

“I’m not here for bullshit like this. So cut it and answer my question.” I countered, not bothering with his comment.

Santiago snorted and leaned back against the booth behind him.

“After I retired, I’ve been working as consultant with the DEA down in South America. For the last 3 years I tried to actually get this guy.” So he was still kinda doing the same thing. Never being someone to just stop at some point, constantly needing to do something. He hadn’t changed at all.

I didn’t know what each of them were doing in these 8 years, maybe all of them had retired already?

“Why?”

“Because he’s the reason, everything I’ve done didn’t make any difference. He’s destroying that country with no one stopping him and I want to change that.” He finished, looking at me expectantly.

“And suddenly, after nobody could even find a trace about him, you know where he is?” I questioned him in disbelief.

“I’ve got an informant down there that found out where Lorea is.” Was he really that foolish to believe he could actually trust an “informant”? He should know best that in our line of work it was your certain death. Never trust anyone.

“And you want me to just blindly trust you with that? No way, Garcia.” Why did I have the feeling that there was still more to this than he let on?

“Okay. Here, at least take a look at this.” He proposed with a sigh and handed me a red folder he took out of his black bag that was next to him. Santiago knew I wasn’t convinced by any word he had said so far and wanted to change his strategy as it looked. Good luck to him, he wouldn’t get far with that.

“And what is that?” I asked him, wondering what he could possibly want with a folder now.

Taking it from him, I looked around us for a moment, making sure nobody was listening or looking at what we were discussing, then opening and laying it on the table between us.

There were various notes and pictures of Lorea and what was presumably his house. What did he want with all this? Every possible question that came up while looking through everything flew right out the window when I came across two words, that put everything in a whole new light. The first one being ‘Triple Frontier’ and the second ‘Money’. Both big and bright red flags.

“Have you actually gone insane?!” I raised my voice at him, not believing that he seriously was planning this.

“You wanna go in one of the worst and dangerous places on this planet and kill one of the biggest drug lords there?! And on top of it, get his money too?!” I added, heavily shaking my head and looking back out of the window with a scoff. This was bound to fail. He must have lost his god damn mind! That place was crawling with criminals, corruption, cartels and drug lords.

“Look, I really need him and it’s less than a week of work for 17 grand and potentially much more.” Santiago tried to let it sound less bad than it actually was. Like it was only a normal thing.

“I don’t give a damn shit about the money, Santiago! This is a fuckin’ suicide mission!” My blood was boiling by now. What was he thinking? Was he actually believing he could do this? Was he seriously not considering sending all of the guys into their deaths?

“I need you on this, please.” He was giving me that look I knew too well when he wanted to convince someone, but I wasn’t going to give in to it.

“Hell no! If you so desperately want Lorea, go get him. You don’t need me anyway if you have the others. Do they even know about me?” I denied his pleading and was wondering if he had told someone about me.

“No, they don’t.” He let out a long, frustrated sigh, lifting his cap, readjusting it and crossing his arms over his chest after.

“They wouldn’t agree to it anyway if they knew.” I let out a sarcastic laugh, sure as hell not a single one of them wanted to see me ever again in their lives. And I wasn’t about to change that.

“Have you asked them already?” Adding another question, I looked back to him, wanting to see in his eyes when he answered.

“Not yet. I had hoped to ask you first.” I should have known it. This Bastard. He was giving me the most innocent look he was able to pull up.

“And the answer’s still no and will be.” Emphasizing my words, I made sure to make it clear for him that he wasn’t gonna get me to help with his stunt. No matter what he tried.

“Here’s my number if you should change your decision. And Ben has a fight in the local gym in Pinellas County this Friday at 5 PM, you should come.” Santiago accepted his defeat finally and gave me a piece of paper with his phone number on it, waiting till I really took it from him and shoved it carelessly in the right pocket of my pants.

“I’m not coming. And I already made my decision.” I immediately replied, closing the red folder in front of me and getting up. He could wait for a lifetime that I seriously even considered changing it. And why the hell was he inviting me to a fight? From the one person I wouldn’t face for the death of me ever again?

“You know how to reach me. It was… nice to see you again, Y/N.” He followed and stood up too, holding my gaze.

“I can’t really say the same and I wouldn’t get my hopes up if I were you, Garcia.” Was all I said before I left him and the café, not looking back.

4 hours later, 6 PM, North Carolina, Fort Bragg

Arriving back home, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Luc, Mick, Alex and me were just passing the door of the base when Deryll and Marc came toward us to take their security shift.

“There’s our favorite girl!”

“Look who it is!”

They both shouted at the same time with wide smiles and came over to greet us. I hadn’t seen them since we came back from our last mission, not having the time to pay attention to it anyway because of the things that happened shortly after.

Both were still there for me after I got assigned to the boys I called my team now and they were the only ones here that really knew besides colonel Sanders how close I was with them. The two friends never had to witness in full detail how I really was doing after everything, having to work their shifts and me constantly being on a mission god knows where with my new team. But they weren’t stupid and were able to pick up on little things they noticed changing. It was a shock for them at first when they heard what had happened, not wanting to believe that such a thing was even possible. They always believed we would be a team forever. Oh boy, how wrong they were.

So the years passed and they couldn’t do more than stand by and watch how the once happy, lively, little girl they knew and cherished, turned into an unrecognizable monster consumed by only darkness. There wasn’t a single thing they could do to help keeping her alive cause it had been already too late. Far too late to try and safe the last pieces remaining. She was already dead.

But being the boys they were, they didn’t even think about giving up. They always made sure to keep talking to her, trying to at least brighten her dark days a little and showing her that they were there since the first day they met her. That they wouldn’t leave her too.

“Attention! Mick’s twins at 4 o’clock.” Alex immediately warned from beside me as he spotted the two friends walking in our direction.

“Will you ever stop calling them that?” Mick shot back at the Spanish man, eyeing him with a sharp look from the opposite side of me.

“No, hermano. I can’t help that it’s the truth.” Shrugging with his shoulders, Alex chuckled at his brother. Knowing it annoyed him to no end when he called them by the nickname he came up with after he got to know them because he thought they were exactly like Mick: loud, with a big mouth and as annoying as him. In the brotherly sense.

“I can definitely see some similarities.” Luc acknowledged amused with a wink toward the man in question.

“And I thought you would have my back for once, Luc!” He said in a fake disappointed voice, hanging his head dramatically.

“Who’s annoying our dear brother?” Deryll asked laughing when he reached us with widespread arms and embraced Mick.

“What’s good, man?” Mick replied joyfully with a clap on his back, happy to see him.

“Can’t have that, can we?” Marc added a moment after, going over to Alex and hugging him.

“As if you would care.” Alex returned sarcastically, happy to see their friends too.

“Of course we care, man!” Deryll assured him while he went to Luc and repeated his gesture.

“Nice to see you, man.” Luc greeted him back, exchanging a brotherly embrace like the others while Marc moved on to Mick.

After they greeted the boys, they came to me. Having patiently waited till the men were finished and watched their interactions with each other.

“And there she is!” Deryll’s grin grew even wider at the sight of me.

“Hey.” I quietly said while I put my arms around him and waited till he bent down with his over six foot tall body a little so I didn’t have to get on my tiptoes because of his height.

“How are we doin’? Your boys takin’ care of you?” He asked, inspecting me attentively after pulling back a bit.

“Did you really just ask her that, bro?” Mick’s surprised voice cut in.

“Of course, someone here has to make sure she’s okay.” Deryll answered with a laugh, giving me a soft squeeze.

“You know we always do.” Luc joined in with a nod and a knowing look toward him.

“We’re only checking up on her, so chill.” Marc decided to help his friend, now switching with him to hug me also.

“We got her covered, don’t you worry.” Alex spoke up, making himself a bit taller with an underlying protective seriousness in his voice.

“I’m okay, you can stop. You know they wouldn’t leave me out of sight even if I wanted.” I decided to finally say something and crack a joke that would hopefully distract them from noticing what was currently going on inside me.

My boys knew right away when they had picked me up from the airport earlier that something wasn’t okay. I hadn’t spoken much on the way, already exhausted enough from the flight where I nearly had a panic attack as soon as we took off. Everything was all over the place right now. I didn’t know how to handle the chaos of emotions that was wrecking through me at the moment. How to control it. Santiago had unintentionally poked the beast at a point he shouldn’t have, one that had it clawing even wilder against its cage, trying to break free from its chains to get out and rip everything in its wake to shreds.

“They better.” The security boys said in unison and gave me both a wink.

“Okay, enough of that now, pendejos. Our girl and us have an important talk to have, so we gonna have to cut this short here.” The Spanish man decided that he had enough, not able to stand my unusual quietness any longer and hating to not know the reason for it.

“Alright man, see y’all later then and don’t forget to tell her to use protection!” Marc shouted after us as the boys and me started to walk away after waving them goodbye.

“Increíble. (Unbelievable.)” Alex mumbled to himself.

“That’s my line, dude!” Mick shouted back over his shoulder, trying to lift the growing tension in the air but failing.

After a short walk in utter silence that felt like it was suffocating me, we were standing in front of colonel Sanders.

I knew I didn’t need to do this, given it was something more “private” and not a mission report or anything like that. But I also knew that the colonel would want to know how it went and I kinda owed it to him for all the things he had done and was doing for me. And because he was involved in all this too even if he was more on the sideline of things.

My teammates were already itching to know what was going on since I hadn’t told them a single word about the meeting with Santiago yet. I simply couldn’t, I didn’t know what and how to say it. That’s why I just stood there quietly after the colonel greeted us, not able to get any words out. All I wanted was to run as fast to my bunk as I could and push everything back as deep as possible, lock it away in the darkest corner of myself to never have to think about it again. But of course I couldn’t.

“Are you finally gonna tell us now what’s going on? You’ve been different ever since you came back and I don’t like it.” Alex voiced his growing concerns out loud, watching me with an intense gaze.

The only thing he got as answer was my silence, uncomfortably shifting from foot to foot and keeping my eyes fixated on the ground. I knew I should have said something but there was nothing to help with getting anything out of my mouth.

“That asshole hurt you, right?! He’s so fucking dead! I’m gonna kill him!” Mick threatened with a raised voice, finally exploding because he had enough.

“STOP!” I yelled even louder, squeezing my eyes shut as hard as I was able to and clenched my fists, digging my nails in my palms painfully. You need to calm down, don’t loose it in front of them. Stay in control.

“Y/N, we all can see that something is bothering you and to me it looks like it is nothing good that happened, am I right?” Colonel Sanders asked cautiously, not wanting to irritate me further. Knowing I was in a fragile state right now and it would only take one more wrong word before I’d snap. And none of them wanted that to happen. To experience it when they let the ferocious wolf out of its containment.

I was back to being quiet again, not daring to say another word for fear of crossing the line to the dead zone they were stepping dangerously close to right now.

“How about we all relax for a sec?” Luc intervened after I still refused to speak, his message aimed for his friends that he eyed from the side.

“You don’t have to tell us anything you’re not ready for. We understand.” He continued sympathetically, while he crouched down in front of me and slowly tried to pry my tight clasped fists open.

That got me to open my eyes and look at him. Why did they all care so much about me when I didn’t deserve it? When I should burn in eternal hell for everything I’ve done? How could they still look me in the eyes?

Another heartbeat long we just stared at each other and I could feel almost tears coming up that I stopped before they had the slightest chance to surface. Why was it bothering me so much? Why did I still care?

“He… wants me to help him with a recce.” I pressed out, not able to keep it in any longer.

“This gets better and better.” Mick scoffed with a shaking head from the side.

“A recce? That’s all he wanted to talk about?” Alex asked for confirmation frowning, not understanding why that was Santiago’s priority, out of all possible more important things.

“I don’t know. I didn’t let him get to anything else, didn’t want to hear any sentimental shit.” I looked from Luc’s face back to the ground between us, letting him hold my hands he had intertwined with his after he managed to loosen them.

“Do I want to know any details?” The colonel questioned skeptically, knowing his ex-delta force soldier well enough to know that there must be more.

“Not really.” Sighing heavily, I squeezed Luc’s hand a little harder that he returned with one of his own.

“Please tell me that you’ve refused.” Mick turned to me with hopeful eyes. Trusting my judgement like always, to know when to draw a line.

“As if it would be that easy…” I whispered to myself with a slight huff. If you were not considering all the lives he put at stake.

“Of course, I did, Mick.” Confirming with a nod at him, I retreated my hands and crossed my arms.

“Thank god.” He relaxed his stiff posture.

“Why do I hear a ‘but’?” His brother Luc cut in, stopping his heightening mood in an instant.

“Because Santiago’s about to get himself into trouble.” Colonel Sanders answered for me and leaned back in his chair, having already caught on with my implications and reactions.

“That means?” The Spanish man among us spoke up once again after listening the back and forth of our conversation, paying close attention to my behavior the entire time.

It was now or never. If I wouldn’t tell them now, I wouldn’t be able to get it out if I thought any longer about the possible consequences.

“Remember the drug lord Delta’s been trying to find? Lorea?” I asked the round of the four men and waited till they put one and one together.

I could literally see the lightbulbs turning on over their heads not a moment later.

“He wants to go after him and his money.” I elaborated, staring holes into the ground and hoped it would swallow me whole. I could feel my gut clenching uncomfortably at every word that came out. This was so fucked up. I should have never agreed to that meeting! Why did I have to be so stupid?

“He knows you’re active duty and that this would have consequences?” The colonel immediately said with a warning tone and I could have sworn I saw anger crossing his features for a second as I looked up at him before it went back to his blank one.

“Why would he want your help with it anyway?” Luc questioned shortly after, standing back up from his crouching position and moving to my left side to his original spot.

“Because…” I started but the words soon left me again, not wanting to voice out the worst thing I still had to tell them. “…he wants to get the team back together.”

“He really thinks he can pull this shit up? That someone would be insane enough to agree to his fucked up idea? Why not going to Lorea and ask him politely if he will give him all his fucking money and oh by the way, put a bullet through his head?” Mick laughed with sarcasm lacing his voice.

“It’s illegal, right?” Alex pointed out with a raised eyebrow.

“According to his folder he showed me, it’s supposed to be a legal operation. Looked like he wanted to do it with the narcotics unit and work across the border with the army. He made a contract with an agency down there or some shit.” I explained what I had read on the notes he had given me.

The boys’ faces turned toward each other with confused looks, probably all asking themselves the same.

“So Santiago’s still working with the DEA in South America. He told me about his plan to go there before he retired a few years ago.” Sanders answered their unspoken question, having already recognized what they were about to ask. He never told me anything about them in these 8 years. Not that I cared… or rather, that I was lying to myself all along…

Just as I was about to ask the colonel a question of my own, Luc beat me to it with another one of his.

“Did he tell you the location? Or where he got the information?”

“You won’t like it.” I told him, sending him a serious look from the side.

Quiet huffs filled the room, like they had already anticipated that it wouldn’t be something good too.

“Somewhere near the Triple Frontier in the jungle. He claimed that his ‘informant’ found it out.”

“As if this whole thing wouldn’t have been insane enough already!” Mick commented dryly with irritation in his voice.

“He wants to drag you into one of the most dangerous places?! Because of an information from a person he can’t even trust? That’s enough!” Alex added, now sharing the same feeling with his brother.

“You have already made your decision, haven’t you, Y/N?” Luc’s soft voice sounded from beside me and pulled all the attention on him before it quickly shifted over to me. I was sure he had suspected it from the start even if I had been denying it myself.

A deafening silence settled over the office when I withheld the answer they were all waiting for and instead lowered my gaze down to the floor once again with every possible negative emotion flowing through me. Closing my eyes and willing myself to stay as calm as possible, to keep my shit together.

“You said you refused! You can’t be fucking considering it now, Y/N! You can’t do this!” Mick’s harsh tone cut the silence like a knife and it was like the room was closing in on me with every passing second.

“I won’t lose anyone else! I-… can’t.” I literally screamed out but ending nearly in a whisper, fixating him with something none of them had seen in a very long time since the death of their friend Vic. With the most vulnerable look and glossed over eyes I just stared at him, silently pleading with him to understand. To not make me say the words out loud. Please. Please don’t make me relive it. I won’t be able to survive it this time.

“And if that means I have to give up everything then so be it. I’d do everything than being here and pretend I didn’t know that they are getting themselves killed with this fucking suicide mission!” Letting my gaze wander around to each one of them, I saw that they had lowered their heads with saddened expressions. Understanding exactly what I was talking about and how I felt.

Exhaling after I was finished, I gave myself a break for a moment to calm my faster heartbeat and re-collect myself.

“Can you… tell me what the others have been doing? I want to at least know what I’ll be dealing with.” I continued with the question I wanted to ask earlier and looked to colonel Sanders.

“Y/N, you know I can’t tell you anything private. Only if it’s something official.” He answered with a softened look and folded his hands in front of him on his desk.

“What if it was a mission?” I proposed, holding eye contact.

“What do you have in mind, captain?” He questioned back, narrowing his eyes slightly.

“We’ve been looking for Lorea anyway, so… what if me and my team take him and his guys out as an official mission of Delta?”

The three boys were quiet after my little speech, not saying another word because they probably knew that they couldn’t stop me. Keeping their eyes locked to the ground below them and listening.

“You know what I’ll be forced to do if anything else happens.” Sanders reminded me with all his authority, making sure I was clear about what I’d be doing.

“Yes, commander.” I confirmed him without hesitation with a nod.

After a moment long silent exchange between us, colonel Sanders turned to his right where his computer was placed and began typing.

“Fine. Give me a minute.”

Shortly after, he motioned for me to come around to him. Not wasting any time, I crossed the distance with fast steps and gave Luc, Alex and Mick that had looked up to follow what was happening, a nod to the side with my head as if to say Follow me. Not questioning my instruction, they moved around the desk too and came to a halt to my left.

“Anyone specific you want to start with?” The colonel wanted to know but I declined, bracing myself for what I was about to hear.

“No.”

“Let’s see who we’ve got first then.”

A few clicks and types on his keyboard later, the first file showed up on his screen, for everyone to see.

“Looks like we’re starting with one of the captains. William Miller, the older brother of the two Millers. He’s giving speeches at the local VA where he’s living with his younger brother in Florida after he retired. There’s a report from an incident 5 years ago when he was on his time on leave. It happened in a Publix store, according to witnesses he had an arm around a guy’s throat in the cereal isle and squeezed so hard that he pissed himself. Seems like he was engaged at that time cause people said his fiancé as she had claimed, had to climb on his back to stop him from actually killing the guy. According to reports of the people there, he’d done it because the guy hadn’t moved his cart when he asked him to, and his fiancé left him right after.” Sanders read out loud for all of us to hear as he went over everything in Will’s file.

I didn’t know what exactly I expected to hear but it surely wasn’t this. To say that I was shocked was an understatement. Will was never the violent type and would’ve never hurt innocent people intentionally. From how it sounded, I guessed that it must had to do something with his PTSD. There was no other logical explanation for him to act out like this, especially in public. And to hear that he had a fiancé felt even stranger but that she had left him after what he’d been through made my blood boil. He didn’t deserve something like that. He didn’t deserve to be treated like this and he didn’t deserve someone that couldn’t understand him. How did she dare hurting him like this? You did just the same…

This is only your fault!

“Who do we have next?” I asked, not wanting to think about it more and ending up severing her ugly head from her body when I ever got the chance. She’d wish, she never had crossed paths with Will.

Stop thinking like this, Y/N! They’re not your concern anymore! You didn’t care these 8 years, so don’t start now! …Yes, you did! Stop lying to yourself already!

“You know about Santiago Garcia, so we can skip him since there’s nothing recorded in his file besides his work with the DEA and a neck operation last year.” Abruptly pulling me out of my thoughts, mine and Sanders’ looks crossed for a moment when he turned his head and I nodded, confirming it was okay to proceed.

“Captain Thomas Davis. Unlike the rest of the team, he was forced to retire. He’s now selling condos in the town he’s living in Florida. Has split with his wife but is still taking care of their two girls they have together. That’s everything we’ve got about him.” Tom wasn’t as much of a surprise because I knew that he had family, even if he rarely brought it up, and there were some tensions that had seemed to not have evened out over time. But I never thought it was that bad, for them to split. But he always could be a bit complicated, so it hadn’t been completely off the table.

“Let’s see who we’ve got next… ah, the younger Miller brother. Benjamin Miller, as I already mentioned, he’s living together with his older brother. The only record we have about him is that he’s been doing MMA fights after he retired, nothing else.” I cringed internally at the mention of his first name. Ben didn’t like it that much, wanting to be called ‘Ben’ or ‘Benny’ but never by his right first name. Why, he never told me but I respected it and never mentioned it. He had told me about some fights he had when he was on leave, always claiming that he was the best despite his sometimes still healing wounds he had when he came back that obviously indicated that he got his ass kicked. I hated those times, even if the wounds were very small and barely visible anymore, it still pained and angered me to know that someone had hurt him even if that was part of what he was doing. I absolutely loathed to see him hurt in any shape or form and the guilt that came with it, that I hadn’t been there or couldn’t do anything about it to protect him. Did he have a girlfriend too? With his always flirtatious and charming nature he surely wouldn’t have a problem finding one… Not mentioning his look… I gritted my teeth at the thought, not wanting to even begin to imagine a possible scenario like this. Feeling the all too familiar white-hot rage rushing through my veins immediately.

This is only your fault!

Trying my best to ignore the annoying voice in my head, I shifted my attention back to reality just in time where the colonel had already moved on to the last person he hadn’t mentioned yet.

“And lastly, we have Francisco Morales. Divorced from his wife about 3 years ago and lost his license after he got busted with coke last year. He’s still under review, result pending. Also living in Florida.” First I thought I didn’t hear right but the more I repeated his words, the more clearer they became and I didn’t want to believe a single one of them. He had lost his license because of drugs?! He never had anything to do with shit like that before. What had happened that caused him to think it was a good idea to fall back on fucking coke or other dangerous drugs? And since when did he have a wife, that also had the audacity to break his heart apparently? Was she the reason for his unusual behavior? She better not be…

His flying license had always meant everything to him and to lose it because of something like that… I couldn’t even imagine how he must have felt.

This is only YOUR fault!

I was so full of rage like I hadn’t been in a long while. Enraged about myself. How could’ve everything fallen apart like this? What the fuck had happened to the Delta Force soldiers I once knew? The ones I had called my family?

“That’s everything we’ve got about them.” I heard the colonel from my right but was barely paying attention to it, too caught up in the rising anger that was already spreading like a wildfire through my inside and keeping blankly staring at the screen.

You’re a monster. You destroyed everything, shouldn’t you be happy?

“Thank you.” My emotionless voice answered, not registering that I actually said it.

I hoped that none of my teammates would be commenting on anything they just heard because I wouldn’t be capable of taking it right now.

A tug on my arm snapped me back to the present, where I got greeted with sympathetic smiles from each of the four men in the room. They had probably sensed that I didn’t take the information very well and wanted to reassure me that they wouldn’t judge about what they had heard. Well, Sanders already surely must have known most of it, that was out of question. Maybe it was better he never told me anything these last years. Not that it would have changed anything anyway.

The boys had nearly walked back to the places they stood before, when I started to slowly retreat too. Making sure my legs were stable enough to carry me the short distance.

“So… how are we feeling about this?” The colonel asked after a quietness had settled between us.

“Her fight is our fight.” Mick spoke up as soon as he ended, with a determination in his voice I didn’t expect.

Full of surprise I looked toward him and saw a mischievous grin on his face, one that was all too familiar.

“Someone’s gotta keep them off of you, right captain?” He added with a wink at me.

I just blinked at him, not knowing why he suddenly had changed his opinion despite being adamant and hellbent on me not doing it.

“And you didn’t really think I’d let you simply walk alone into a deathtrap, did you?” Mick continued, his grin getting wider.

“Exactamente. (Exactly.) We’ve been through enough shit together already, we ain’t gonna stop because of some drug lord.” Alex joined his brother, the smile he had before still on his face.

“What’s there left for me to say if you guys say everything in advance?” Luc questioned at his friends with a laugh.

“Maybe that you’re grateful that we let you come along?” Mick joked.

“Fuck off. You’ll be glad to have me if I have to patch up your sorry ass.” His friend countered.

“There is another thing I have to tell you.” I cut in their laughs that were missing for too long since we were here.

All attention was back on me in an instant, their eyes looking curiously at me.

“Before I left the café, Santiago invited me to one of Ben’s MMA fights this Friday.” I told them, not really sharing their surprisingly good mood.

“You want to go?” Sanders straightened his position in his chair. He knew I was close to him because Ben never had made a secret out of it with his big mouth and constantly being around me. But how much did he really know?

“I told him I wouldn’t but if we’re doing this then I might as well, right?” I questioned back, already regretting that I had thrown all of my previous decisions out the window in a span of only a few hours. But at the prospect of potential deaths, it was different.

“Need some company?” Luc offered, probably knowing it wouldn’t be an easy thing to do for me.

“Was counting on it.” Relieved that I wouldn’t have to get through it alone, I nodded at him.

“I’d say I come with you but I don’t wanna interrupt your date, lovebirds.” Mick interjected with a laugh.

“And someone’s gotta keep watch so you don’t burn down the whole base, hermano.” Alex added, jabbing his friend lightly in the ribs and pulling him in a headlock before he could let any more words out.

“Fucking kids.” Luc commented laughing while shaking his head.

My look went from them over to colonel Sanders who held my gaze with a reassuring smile.

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Messages above the grave

Character: Dick Grayson x male reader

Universe: Titans (Netflix)

Warnings: Angst

„Hey Dick, you know that date night is today, right? Because I’m sitting in this stupid upscale restaurant alone for almost an hour. So please, get your cute ass here, before I need to punish you later.“

„Yeah Dick, it’s me again. You didn’t came yesterday and haven’t called yet. So I begin to get concerned. Please call me.

„I was at your work today. They told me, that you didn’t come in for the past few days and also could not get into contact with you. What is going on? Call me please.“

„Okay, you had your fun, Dick. Come back home now. I miss you and I begin to think, that something bad had happen to you. Please just call me.“

„I don’t even know, how much messages I left you, but here is another one I guess. Today on the way to work, a strange guy, tried to stop me, I ran as fast as I could. Wasn’t very funny, just as unfunny as you just vanishing.“

„Dick, I have heard your messaging system so many times, that I begin to get completely insane here. Our apartment feels empty without you. Come home… Please!“

Dick couldn’t other than smile at all of your messages. You were so concerned for him, that he didn't even realized how much he had hurt you, with just vanishing. But it was nice to hear from you again. His heart was pumping so hard, that it was almost scary.

Dawn had reminded him, of you. She knew that you two were together. But nothing more. She didn’t knew your name, how you look or anything. Just that the robin she once dated, wasn’t as straight as she assumed.

„Di-ick? Some-Something-Something happened. I-I-I… Please come back home, I need you. The guy-They guy I told you about? He did-did something really… really bad to me. Please, I need you!“

It was in this moment, that Dick finally realized, where he had left you. Fighting with himself, what he should do. If he should run back to you, hoping that he could help you or staying out of your way, letting you believe, that he was gone for good.

„Your police station is the absolute most disgusting place in the world Dick! I gone there to report what happened. And they laughed… They laughed in my fucking face! Called me names and kicked me out for whatever they had said. I was so angry, that I did not heard it. I mean, what the fuck? Here to help the people? Bullshit!“

Dick was angry at this too. He knew that many especially of his male coworkers were assholes, but this? That gone way too far.

„Dick? He is in front of the apartment building. He attacked me, but I could run away, before anything more than some bruises happened. How did he find me? I haven’t left the apartment, since I was at the police station. And I only told you and them about what had happened. Do you think, a police officer told this guy, where I live?“

Your voice was muffled, as if you were hiding from someone. In this moment, Dick could only panic. He already had his car keys in his hand. Was with one foot outside of the apartment he was in, with his friend calling behind him.

But there was still one message left, that Dick, by mistake made loud, for everyone to hear.

„I can’t anymore Dick.“ The hurt and pain in your voice, made Dick almost crawl out of his own skin, but which was worse, was the sound of your soft cries in the background, while you were silent. „He is banging at the door, for an hour now. I can’t go anywhere. I love you Dick, hopefully wherever you are, who you are with, makes you happier than I could. Im sorry, that I wasn’t enough. The man will not lay his hands on me again. At least not as long as I am alive.“

The entire room, understood almost instantly, what you meant. Not a single person, not even Hank, could hold back a sound of pain. Their veins cold as ice, as the horror began to wash over them. All of them, were able to hear the banging on the door, before the audio cut out and the messenger told them, that there was not further massages.

„From when was the message?“ Kory asked a completely devastated Dick.

„Two days ago,“ he simply answered, with an heavy heart and pain, that most likely never will go again. As well as guilt for leaving you alone in a place like that.

Before he could storm off, the rest of his friends were already behind him. It took them long, but not as long as normal drivers to get back.

As he and his friends, finally got to his apartment, the door was closed, but not locked. He drew his pistol and opened it. What he saw, made him cringe. Everywhere was blood. Absolutely everywhere, at the ceiling, the walls, floor, furniture. And a body in the middle of a blood pool.

He knew, that it wasn’t you, but must’ve been the attacker. So he began his search for you, beginning in your shared bedroom, nothing. Kitchen, nothing. He did not need to look for long, because the distraught voice of his ex-girlfriend rang trough the apartment. „Dick in here!“

Dick had put his firearm back into his pants, and ran to the voice. In front of the bathroom stood everyone. Rachel looking completely shocked at everything in the place.

„Look who decided to come back,“ your voice finally rang trough the place again. Dicks heart fell into his pants, as he heard you. He had feared the worst. „I just needed to get taking without my consent, Nearly punched to death, two times and needed to kill my attacker by myself. Just to get the guy who calls me his love of his life, back to me.“ The bitterness was strong in your voice and words. You were still bleeding, how you could get trough this, for days, was something you will never know. But you were happy, just to see his stupid perfect face, horrified.

He tried to touch you, to get you out of the tub. But you stopped him. „No! You did enough.“ Your eyes averted from him to go to the second most beautiful man in the apartment, „You tall, muscular adonis, pretty man, would you help me out and maybe carry me to the next hospital?“

Without hesitation, he helped you out, with all the strength you had left, you hold onto his neck, „Don’t worry, Dawn. I will not flirt with Hank anymore than you have certainly done with Dick.“

Both of the person you had mentioned, looked at each other confused and even a bit frighten. But the man that was carrying you could only laugh at that.

„Its a theme, that everyone Dick throws away, comes to me,“ the man angrily mumbled, while getting you finally out of that building.

„I love Dick too much for that. But maybe you should search for a better match? Dawn seems to be a nice woman, but your relationship, does not seem to be build on love.“

Even half dying you tried to help the people around you. Hank never wanted to hear that, but you were maybe right about that. It was build on making Dick jealous and not love. She wanted him back, but Dick wasn’t so keen on that.

„Maybe walk a bit faster? I do-don’t I…“ Finally you lost consciousness. After all that had happened to you, that was the moment you lost it?

The next time you woke up, you laid in a hospital bed and instantly made you worry about the costs. You couldn’t pay for all of this. The next thing was to look to your side.

Dick sat in a chair besides you, not holding onto you, maybe because you rudely pushed him away earlier.

You tried to cough, but nothing came out of it, still you hasty movements, woke him up, faster than you could’ve anticipated. He was instantly at your side. Guilty, written all over his face.

„Here, drink.“ He hold out a glass of water to you. Carefully taking it into your hand, without touching him.

„Will you leave me again?“

Dick was shocked at the first words, you muttered, after you finally could speak again. It hurt him, that you thought so low about him, but you had your right to be so bitter.

„No, I will never leave you again. When you get out of here, I will you take with me and telling you everything,“ he began to tell you. „And give you so much space as you need to heal from all that happened.“ Trying to not speak about any sensible topic. You were aware, that you two needed to talk about everything at some point. But were happy, that this wasn’t that exact moment.

So he laid back into his chair and just looked at you. He seemed happy, that you were still alive and you were only happy, that he came back, even when a little late. Hopefully, something like this, will never happen again.

#Dick Grayson x male reader #Dick Grayson imagine #Titans x male reader #Titans imagine #x male reader #male reader

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josefavomjaaga · 7 months

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Andoche Junot to Laure Junot, 13 October 1812 (I)

This is the second letter from Junot’s correspondence that had been intercepted by the Russian army during the campaign of 1812. While all letters carry the same date, it seems Junot wrote this one before he received his wife’s letter translated here. (But he did receive Laure’s letter on that very day, because he in reply wrote a second letter at six o’clock in the evening.)

Junot, Duke of Abrantès, to the Duchess Laure d’Abrantès. Moscow, 13 October 1812

Sic! This is obviously a mistake, either in the letter, in the transcript, or in the publication. As Junot says himself a bit further down, he was gouverneur of Mojaisk at the time. (And hated it.)

But, my dear Laure, why have you been so long without writing to me? You know how anxious I am to receive your letters and to learn about the state of your health, and there is another reason why I sincerely hope to receive five or six letters from you soon, because I expect that in the first few you'll scold me, ah! with a master's hand, you'll scold me once, twice, then you'll have carefully considered that there's nothing in all that I've told you that isn't aimed at your happiness, mine and that of your charming children; then you will adopt another style, you will laugh at me, at seeing me falling in love with my wife again, but nevertheless I hope you will not be too upset about it, because, as you are a bit of a coquette, it will be one more triumph, or rather you will be quite happy about it, because this love, founded on a very great desire to render its object happy, this love which no longer has wings and which will be bound by true friendship with the ties of nature, will only give us happier, brighter and more delicious days, but we must know how to keep it chained up lightly.

I had been tempted to make several stupid comments throughout that text but decided to leave it as it is – as one long, flowing sentence that almost seems more of a brainstorming, where one thing leads to the next. What I believe can be gathered from it:

There had been some kind of discussion between the spouses.

Junot had said something / made some proposals that Laure rejected.

He wants to reconcile with her, but only if his chains are »light« - i.e., he still wants to have his personal freedom (to go cheating and gambling?).

The one thing he’s very right about is the scolding that is headed his way … as I said, Junot wrote this letter before he received Laure’s letter from Aix. He continues, still talking about the chains that must not bind him too strongly:

If the knots were too tight it [the love] would do everything possible to escape. But the friendship that will always accompany it will console it for a little captivity that the happiness of others will make forget entirely. You were not yet in Paris on 19 September, so I hope that a longer stay at the waters has done you good; you are going to find your little Rodrigue very handsome, according to what they say. You will have weaned him, no doubt by the time you arrive, and you will see him grow and strengthen visibly.

This seems to be about the second son of the couple, born in Ciudad Rodrigo in November 1810. Laure in her letter had written about the older boy, according to Masson’s footnotes.

You will also rejoin your young ladies, who will have a little serious and stern demeanour; the air of a convent is contagious and there is no one who doesn't gain it after the shortest stay. Please tell me, my angel, what you will do in Paris, how you will live there, how happy you will be with your beautiful children and whether you will sometimes ask for their father, your best friend, interested in being it, and who puts all his happiness in yours. It's hard to imagine a government in the world worse than that of Mojaisk, I don't know if I'll be there much longer, but this stay will count in my life above that of Suez and Cathié.

Not sure what »Cathié« is supposed to mean, maybe yet another misspelled word? Carinthie?

The Emperor is still in Moscow, there is no news, we are always looking to the Moniteur for news, the Bulletin of 8 September is of interest to many people and everyone is waiting impatiently for it.

At this point editor Masson in a footnote is aghast to learn that apparently the army did not receive the bulletins supposedly written for it but had to wait for newspapers from France to read what the emperor in Moscow had said about it. Imperial machine not quite working as it used to, huh, Frédéric?

I'll also be very pleased to see that our troops have been praised for their conduct, they deserved it! What has become of Calo? You don't talk to me about her, no one does; have the waters done her any good, so let me have some news of her, if she doesn't want to give me any herself.

"Calo" apparently would be the baroness Caroline Lallemand, wife of general Lallemand, whose husband, similar to the husband of Junot’s mistress, was fighting in Spain. There is also a letter from Junot to Madame Lallemand – and in a footnote to this letter, Masson may actually bring us up to date about what was going on between Junot and Laure at this era: Apparently, at the beginning of 1812, Junot while staying at Bourgogne had – in good old fashion – managed to get his letters mixed up and had sent a letter destined for his mistress (not "Calo", yet another lady!) to Laure and vice-versa. Apparently, Laure even mentions this in her memoirs; can anyone confirm this (@snowv88, maybe?)

Which apparently had resulted in a somewhat stormy encounter between the spouses. Which now makes me think that Laure had basically kicked Junot out, and that this letter with its repeated declarations of love (but without chains, you hear me!) was, metaphorically speaking, Junot knocking at the back-door in order to be allowed in again.

Farewell, my dear Laure: I would love to be in this letter, in half an hour I would be on the road to Paris, in 20 to 22 days I would be there and I would kiss you, Joséphine, Constance, Napoleon and Rodrigue, all of whom I love with all my heart.

Junot is quite generous with his kisses 😁. There will be some more in the next letter to the lady whose name Masson so mysteriously conceals (well, a bit).

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darkwaveho · 1 year

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Damage Control part 3 sneak peek 🙂

This part is also a bit long and that's another reason why it's taking a while to complete.

Natasha sighs heavily as you leave her alone in the penthouse. She really didn’t feel like going out and maybe she should’ve given you more details about why she had a change of heart but then that meant she had to talk about it. She also didn’t want to spend the remainder of the night alone, so she put the rest of her outfit together, but she didn't rush to finish the ensemble. She was deliberately ignoring the time frame you set for her just to be remind you of who was still in charge regardless of how sorry she was for her mistake. Natasha is the one calling the shots, at least that’s what she thinks.

She makes her way downstairs coming out of the building as the doorman holds the door open for her. She waits patiently still not seeing the driver's car. She calls you promptly and you let the phone ring on the first call just to be petty. Truth is you left immediately after you made it downstairs. Telling the driver that you had a change of heart and that you were still going to the club. “Y/n, where are you?” She has to shout into the phone and now it away from her ear as the loud screams and music drum through her ear.

“I’m at the club, duh! You took too long.” Natasha goes to yell at you for leaving her. You weren’t even sitting outside for no longer than ten minutes. Her lips part but remain in place as she hears the mentions of body shots. She hears your voice agreeing and cheering on the crowd. “Y/n, I swear to god! We’ve been doing so good on vacation don’t do anything stupid to ruin it.”

“It’s called having fun Natasha, you could be having fun with me and my new friends right now if you came downstairs in a timely matter.” The only words that seem to register in her head is “new friends.” “Listen very carefully buttercup I will leave bodies all throughout this city if I have to, don’t add more deaths to your conscious.” If Natasha could see your face in the other end of the phone, she would have instantly regretted saying those words to you. She knows how hard you tried staying away from actually getting your hands dirty not only was Amber a contest reminder of infidelity but a constant reminder that no matter how hard you tried you still had the blood of a killer in you.

"Well, I guess I should tell you to have fun on your GTA rampage then. I’ll see you back at the penthouse.” Just as you finish your response the drunken girl you’ve come really close to in a matter of minutes comes back with your drinks. The only thing Natasha can accurately make out is that it was your turn for body shots. If that meant you licking someone else’s body or someone else licking your body, she didn’t know and she didn’t care. It shouldn’t be happening. She doesn't expect the growl to escape her lips as she yells into the phone again, but this level of disrespect was causing her to lose every inch of restraint she's been holding back on this entire trip. “Y/n!”

“Byee Tash” You end the call with a muffled laugh the phone goes dead as Natasha fumes by the curb. The realization of the club music no longer playing on her phone. Your voice filled with joy. You having fun without her. Having fun with strangers. Would you be bold enough to get even with her after everything she’s doing to show you how sorry she was? Natasha’s not going to stand here and think about scenarios like that. If this is the game you wanted to play, fine she’s down to play but she won’t be holding herself accountable for what comes out of it. Natasha gathers her thoughts and calls a contact to come pick her up. As she sits in the vehicle dangerously calm, and stone faced. The inner part of her is excited. Excited to cause some chaos, yes, she’s been loving the vacation time with you, but it wasn’t every day that she gets to go on a rampage. The other non-rational Devil on her shoulder keeps repeating that you’re pushing her to do this. You want her to act this way. You want to see innocent people die. One thing Nat was always good for was making your wish come true.

#damage control au

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Lustful Jealousy (Fanfic)

New chapter from my main series 🩷

January 15th 18XX

Dorian was actually surprised at the fact that the puppet had artistic talent, he had given him a small canvas on which he had already sketched a simple forest, and Pinocchio was following his instructions perfectly well; although he made a few mistakes along the way he quickly picked up on them, Dorian felt an intense amount of jealousy, other artists were prodigies from a young age, yet it took him until his mid-teens to form his craft and yet this puppet that has only existed for a year manages to do what it took him years to do so, Geppetto must be proud of his invention skills.

How can he not be jealous? The puppet has talent in music and painting not to mention how extremely handsome he is, although with his mannerisms Pinocchio is more cute than anything. Dorian leans in closer as Pinocchio is painting, sliding his hand underneath his hair to play with it.

Pinocchio feels a shiver going down his spine, he doesn’t understand why, he likes it when others play with his hair, but something felt different this time.

“Tell me Pinocchio… how have you been told how beautiful you look before?” Dorian asks in a quiet voice, as he leans in closer to him.

“Um… my mother says I’m very handsome”

Dorian gave out a small laugh, he is so innocent, so naive, so stupid.

“Yes but, has anybody that isn’t part of your family told you that? With your looks, I’m sure others are flocking to be at your side”

Gemini also sensed something was wrong, he wanted to assume the best in others but it felt like Dorian’s questions weren’t as innocent as they seemed.

“Well sure he is pretty, but with how much of a brat he is it’s hard to stand him,” Gemini said to try to lighten up the mood.

“Gemini!” Pinocchio got up, making Dorian have to back away from him. Pinocchio shook Gemini’s cage, “I’m NOT a brat!”

“Are you sure about that?” Gemini was dizzy, but at least he saw that his friend felt calmer.

That stupid cricket, Dorian cursed him, he needs to think of a way to get rid of it, or to separate them. Dorian then gets an idea, and he gets closer again, “Mmm Gemini you are very beautiful yourself, why not try and have Pinocchio paint you?” Although he found Gemini extremely annoying, Dorian couldn’t deny that inside of the cage, the cricket looked lovely, while simple, the design had a lot of charm and care in it, Geppetto sure does love to add detail to all of his creations.

Pinocchio was so excited at the idea, and Dorian picked and made the sketch, his two guests were now completely distracted from talking to each other, now that they had lowered their guards, it was all a matter of them going along their talk, and forgetting that he is behind them.

“Who knew that you were such a fast learner? It’s impressive, although I still remember the first time you upgraded your body, you shaking like a leaf”

“I was just nervous because father wasn’t there but I totally knew how to do it by myself”

“Wait, really?” Now that Gemini thinks about Pinocchio tends to learn stuff rather easily, “By just watching him?”

“Yeah, I just had to see him touch my heart here and there, and I learned how to upgrade it and stuff, Plus you know, all that Ergo we collected made things easier”

Mmm Ergo, Dorian obviously knows about it, it’s best described as the essence of one’s soul, he should know as he likes to collect it as well. All those years ago when he made that deal with that demon in exchange for his beauty; he must give Ergo to the demon he once summoned, if he didn’t then his looks would be taken away from him, at first it was tedious to kill those people for their Ergo but he got used to it, and he began to experiment with it, he found that Ergo could give more life to his paintings, it made them even more special, so he has his own special tools to use the ergo he has collected for his paintings.

Well, this is just perfect, Dorian already knows what to do, take out his heart and find a way to make it his own, he would finally get what he wanted and get rid of the demands of that pesky demon. Although all of this ends up reminding Dorian that he hasn’t given the demon Ergo and his deadline is approaching, Dorian has been having a hard time killing since Jack the Ripper was active, any suspicious behavior and he was done for, and when he did manage to kill someone he took the Ergo for his paintings. But thankfully the killer was caught, how incompetent they must have been to get caught so easily.

“Hey, Pinocchio don’t say that!” Gemini chirped louder, and Pinocchio turned around to look at Dorian Gray who was looking outside from a window.

“Oh? I’m so sorry I wasn’t paying attention, my mind was somewhere else, how rude of me” Dorian Gray smiled, “I invited you here and I’m not being a proper host or teacher, let me see how your painting is doing”

It was going along well, and Dorian continued along with his lessons, when it was all done Pinocchio was excitedly talking about showing his work to his father, Dorian listened to him, as he grabbed the painting of Gemini with his hands.

“How wonderful, it looks just like him” The colors perfectly reflected the essence of Gemini, in the grand scheme of things, it wasnt as wonderful as he was praising it to be, but he couldn't deny the care and love that went into it, and it only made things easier for him.

“Now, your father will pick you up soon, why don’t we talk while we wait for him?” Dorian makes small talk with him, at first he finds Pinocchio extremely annoying but he is starting to like how cute he is, it’s such a shame how he would have to kill him, it would have been nice to at least keep him as a pet.

As they talked, Dorian grabbed his own brush and began to add details to the painting of Gemini, he made an excuse that he was just adding something to make it even better, the truth is, he was using Ergo to enchant it, once he was done, he had to see if it had worked, as he had never used it in nonhumans, and the flick of his hand, Gemini’s lamp was turned off, the mechanical bug finally being quiet.

“Gemini? Gemini what’s wrong?!” Pinocchio was panicking, he took a closer look at the lamp, Gemini wasn’t moving, he looked as if he was asleep and couldn’t wake him up.

“It could be that he had a malfunction, oh dear, I hope you didn’t shake him too hard”

Pinocchio started crying, he thought that he had hurt his friend, and Dorian was giving him reassuring words, saying that his father surely would fix him.

“Pinocchio you love your father a lot, don’t you? Why don’t we make a painting just for him?”

“I… would like that,” Pinocchio said in between a few sobs.

“The day after tomorrow you are going to come here and we are going to have our lesson just as planned, but at night, I want you to come here alone, without Gemini”

“But-“

“And you can’t tell your father about this, it would ruin the surprise, come on Pinocchio, that day is our last day together, just imagine the face your father will make when he sees the gift you made just for him”

Pinocchio still let out a few sobs but nodded, he did want to make his father happy, Gemini is right, he is a dumb brat and he needs to find a way to make it up to his father, and he has to apologize to Gemini.

Dorian grabbed Pinocchio’s face and wiped away a few of his tears, and he admired the boy’s pretty face, his eyes, and his strangely colored hair that just made him more unique, his eyes.

His lips…

Pinocchio felt how Dorian pushed him towards him, kissing him, it was so fast that he wasn’t able to process it, yet when he was done Pinocchio started shaking, something felt wrong, that didn’t feel right but Mr. Gray was probably just trying to cheer him up so it was probably all in his head, right, he is just trying to make him feel better because he is crying, that’s all.

“That’s our little secret” Dorian Gray whispered in his ear.

Thankfully for Pinocchio, his father had just arrived, he rushed towards him and hugged him, crying about how he accidentally broke Gemini, while the two of them were distracted Dorian used his power to turn on the cricket again.

Gemini was confused he didn’t understand what happened, he went into his rest mode but that didn’t make sense, he felt completely fine before. Pinocchio was profusely apologizing to him, but it didn’t make sense, his shaking his cage surely wouldn’t break it, he got tossed around a few times while battling with Pinocchio, small shakes like that were nothing, something weird was going on.

Geppetto was also confused, he examined Gemini and couldn’t find anything wrong with him, but he said that he would take a closer look back at the Hotel, he assured his son that everything would be fine, and to not be too hard on himself, Geppetto was sure that his son had nothing to do with the malfunction after all. To make him feel better he praised his paintings, after all, they were beautiful and he was impressed, he was proud of his son.

As they were leaving Pinocchio caught that Dorian had given him a small wink, he still felt guilty and he wanted to make his father happy and proud, that painting would be perfect, and his father could hang the painting next to Carlo’s portrait and everything will be even better.

He only needs to push away those feelings of anxiety, Mr. Gray is clearly his friend, he has done a lot for him even if they just met, he needs to stop getting anxious so easily.

If Mr, Gray is his friend then he wouldn’t hurt him, friends don’t hurt each other like that, so he has to trust him.

#lies of p #lop #liesofp #lies of p game #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p geppetto #lies of p fanfic #ao3 link #this is in ao3 too #lies of p gemini #dorian gray #the picture of dorian gray

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heart, body and soul

( Sasuke x Reader)

Summary: Sasuke is deeply in love with you, but he mistakes it for hate, since that's the only feeling he allowed himself to feel for most of his life.

Words: around 2.8k

Warnings: mentions of smut, mentions of sex, a light smut, breeding, hate, angsty, light mention of rape (maybe), fluff, etc etc.

this story is unedited and also English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistake (if you have the time/patience I'd appreciate a lot if you told me what's incorrect).

this is an unpopular version of Sasuke, and probably not canon and very out of character. I'm aware this is not how most people see him, but I just had this version of him in my head and wanted to share. please don't judge me. I'm a sucker for any version of Sasuke.

Sasuke was deeply in love with you, but he didn't know. He had spent so long feeling only hate and anger that he didn't know he could feel anything else. Until you.

You made him feel uncomfortable, making his chest hurt whenever you frowned at something he said. It hurt when you were talking to other people too, he had the urge to run away. So eventually he started to avoid you, but it was worse when you were not around. He could feel the skin of his hands tickle because he wanted to touch the soft skin of your cheeks, and all he ever wanted to do was to be around you and hear the sound of your laughter, even if you were laughing at something stupid Naruto said. So, you see, he was in love with you, but he mistook it for hate.

He thought that it was hate that made him want to kill everyone you ever talked to. He thought that it was hate when he rolled his eyes at anything you said, even if you weren't talking to him, because you were just so stupid! Specially when Naruto was around, the two of you were just so stupid it was unbearable, but he never left, because he wanted to hear the sound of your voice, and he didn't even know why. But it was hate. It was hate that made him want to take you away and lock you up somewhere distant, with him being the only person you would ever talk to for the rest of your life. And it was definitely hate that made him want to rip your clothes and claim your pathetic body as his. He hated you so much he wanted to hurt you like that, inside you, with your ugly ridiculous dresses laying on the floor while you cried, asking him to stop, to not be so rough, but he didn't care, so he would just laugh while rocking his hips against yours. Just the thought of it made him hard and he had to think about something else to not take you right there. And itt was hate. You were so pathetic and ridiculous.

It didn't take him long to realize he didn't want you dead or hurt, though. It was a summer night in Konoha when he left exactly two minutes after you, to follow you home without you noticing him. You see, you were so pathetic and stupid he had to follow you, just so he could get off on the thought that he could kill you here and now, but he wouldn't, because he was waiting for a better opportunity. He could press your weak skull on the ground, break your neck... You were so pathetic no one would even notice you were gone - he would be the only one, and only because he would be happy you were gone. But he kept you alive for now, trying to believe there was a purpose for you to keep on living - there needed to be, otherwise why were you still alive? Even if it was laughing at Naruto's stupid jokes. God, he hated you! And he hated Naruto for making you laugh! He could kill both of you in the blink of an eye, but instead, he just let you live your pathetic lives together.

Two men came out of nowhere and started walking beside you, and Sasuke was so lost in his thoughts he barely saw them. They were teasing you and honestly rude, but he thought you knew them because you were being polite and smiling, but that was until one of them pushed you and you fell. That man has the audacity to push you when Sasuke was right there, watching the whole thing.

"Stupid bitch!" the man said, before spitting on your face.

Sasuke didn't ask any questions, he slayed both men in seconds and offered you his hand while your eyes focused on the dead bodies. He could tell you were scared and it made him want to scream that you shouldn't be afraid ever again, he was here now, he would protect you with his own life. Instead he just helped you get back up and pulled you immediately into his arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry" he kept saying.

You were terrified, but he was even more. You knew Sasuke was not your biggest fan, in fact, you were pretty sure he hated you. But he was a familiar face in the scary scenario of those two men raping you, so you just started crying because you were relieved and, if Sasuke wanted to kill or hurt you, he would've already done that. Instead, he helped you, he hugged you. It didn't matter why he was apologizing, he was there. His skin was warm, his heart was beating fast, and his hands were running up and down your back, his lips pressed at the top of your head.

Sasuke was petrified at the thought of those men hurting you, and he slowly realized he didn't ever want to hurt you himself. What was this feeling? His while body was extremely aware of how close you were and it was uncomfortable, yet, he needed to hold you, to apologize for letting those men get close to you, to calm you down. So he just allowed himself be there for a while, holding your body next to his, trying to understand what was happening until you stopped crying. And then he took you home, and kept you close the entire time, an arm around your waist, making sure you wouldn't fall. You didn't say a word, and he realized maybe he felt more for you than he thought, because just the thought of you being hurt was unbearable and how could he ever thought he wanted to hurt you? He let those men scare you and it was killing him. He was there, but he let them scare you!

You thanked him on your doorstep and he just leaned in and pressed his lips onto yours. The whole kiss lasted about three seconds, before he realized what he was doing and left, not even saying goodbye. He stayed outside your house the entire night, though, just to make sure you were safe. He saw you go inside, a confused expression on your face. His heart was burning with how much he felt and he just wanted to be near you, but now he was scared he could hurt you, because that's just who he is. You were pure and kind and beautiful, and Sasuke didn't know love, so it was very plausible that he would hurt you even if he didn't mean to. So he would never touch you again, but he would always make sure you were safe.

You didn't know how to behave around him now - were you friends now that he saved/kissed you? You were so shy you never looked him in the eyes when trying to speak to him, and it pained him in his heart. Took about three weeks for you to feel more comfortable with his presence, and he was sitting beside you everyday on your lunch break. Sometimes he would just stay there, without saying a word, as if he didn't know you were there. But he did, you were the only two people at the table, and he sat there just to be with you. Most days he would even bring a bottle of water to make sure you were drinking enough of it.

And you don't know exactly when or how it happened, but suddenly you were Sasuke's girlfriend and everyone knew that - that's why you knew it, to be honest, because people kept telling you that, not because he asked you or anything. But he walked you home every night, brought you to work every morning, sat beside you during lunch. He was there all the time. From the moment you woke up in the morning you could already see him from your window, and when you turned off the lights to sleep at night you could see his red sharingan eyes shining in the dark, watching you, never missing anything. You even invited him to come in once, after he left you on your doorstep. He stayed for about twenty minutes, while you talked about your day, and then left, not saying a word.

At some point you just stopped trying. You were convinced this was your life now. Not that you were complaining, you were safe, he kept you safe. But, to be honest, you wanted more. You knew no one would ever dare to approach you now that Sasuke was your full time body guard - and God only knows why. You weren't stupid to try and escape him, or to tell him to get lost, because, I mean it's Sasuke Fucking Uchiha, for God's sake! The man had a sexy aura that irradiated throughout the whole Konoha and girls wet their panties at the simple mention of his name. And you were no exception. It was already hard enough having to see him every other day, but now he was around all the time, how were you supposed to control your thoughts? Specially when he kept his arm around you at every opportunity, hands touching your hips... And you were almost climbing walls. You couldn't go to a bar and try to forget him with somebody else, because he would be there. How can you forget someone that never ever leaves?

Damn it, Sasuke Uchiha.

So you decided to try your luck. Naruto had told you Sasuke had a thing for you, that's why he was always around and, even though you thought that was stupid, you had sake on your veins and was feeling a little more bold. So when he left you at your doorstep and said goodbye, you stretched your hands and pulled his lips to yours, sinking your fingers in his hair.

He broke the kiss immediately, getting rid of your arms and taking a step back, but you held on to him.

"No no no no, please don't go" you whispered.

He stopped, a little shocked. You wanted him to stay? He thought you hated him. You had never gave any sign that you liked his presence, in fact, you seemed very unhappy when he was around. But he just wanted to keep you safe, you were too precious to be hurt by anyone, and it was his new found purpose - to make sure you were safe and sound. Even if you loathed him - which wasn't a shock, since you didn't know what was best for you. You were friends with Naruto, for god's sake! You clearly had no clue at all.

"You... You want me to stay?"

"Please." you begged, your voice coming out in just a whisper, so low he barely heard it.

He entered your house for the second time, completely terrified, scared of himself. He wanted you so bad, he have wanted you since he set his eyes on you. He was afraid he couldn't control himself anymore, and would end up hurting you. He didn't know how to be soft, gentle, he only knew how to be rough, violent. And you didn't deserve that. You were soft, sweet. You deserved someone who would make sweet love to you, and not fuck you. Sasuke only knew how to fuck. Hard.

"I can't do that." He said, holding your hands once you started taking off his clothes.

"Are you a virgin?" you asked, completely in disbelief.

He shook his head, enjoying the feeling of your skin on his. His body was on fire for you.

"I don't wanna hurt you." he confessed, his voice nothing more than a whisper.

You kissed his lips again, and this time he didn't cut you off, instead he pulled you more to him. You took the opportunity to slowly lead him to the bedroom, closing the door behind you.

"I can't, I don't wanna hurt you." he repeated, but his lips were glued to yours.

"You won't hurt me." you assured him.

Sasuke didn't know how to be soft or gentle, so you helped him. He was lost. He was so lost. When he finally put himself inside you he was so high you had to control his pace until he slowed his movements, trying so hard not to hurt you, but completely overwhelmed by the way your walls felt around him - it was so much better than any time before. That was the first time he told you he loved you, the words falling from his lips before he could control himself, while inside you, slammering his hips against yours, in a soft pace while you tried to not scream. He didn't know what it meant, a feeling so long forgotten, but still felt the urge to tell you. His words made your heart melt, but you were so far gone into your pleasure you couldn't respond, you just pulled his lips back to yours.

"I want you to bear my children." he confessed in yet another whisper.

You opened your eyes looking at him, moans escaping from your lips as you felt your abdomen tightening. Sasuke picked up the pace, going faster, harder, his lips biting your ear lobe and you were already screaming, completely lost.

"Please, please, let me breed you..." he whispered as his nose wandered through your neck, shoulders and clavicle. "Let me fill you up, let me mark you as mine... Please..."

You didn't have the strength to tell him to do it, so you just sank your nails on his shoulders and nodded eagerly. Shortly after you felt his warm liquid inside you at the exact moment you screamed, unable to hold yourself anymore. His eyes were looking deep into yours and the whole thing was so sexy you came another time just from this sight.

Your arms fell weak on the mattress, all your muscles aching from the strong orgasm. Your mind still couldn't believe it was Sasuke Uchiha. Sasuke Fucking Uchiha. And he was awesome, better than you ever allowed yourself to imagine when you touched yourself at night, shyly hoping he could see you from your window.

Sasuke laid beside you, pulling you to his arms with his cock still inside you. He was breathless and so were you. He was amazed. He didn't know soft could be so good. He didn't know that making love could feel so amazing without hurting the other. He had only hurt women so far, fucking them so hard he was basically raping them, and that was the only way he knew to feel pleasure, with them begging him to stop, underneath him, trying to escape while he pinned them down to the bed and mercilessly fucked them. But then there you were, like a breath of fresh air, making love to him in the sweetest way he knew and it was way better than any time before. You even made him ask if he could cum inside you, as if he hadn't cummed inside many women before, without bothering to even ask for consenting.

You were really something else, y/n. And that's when he realized that was deeply in love with you - not mistaking it for hate or anything else, but love. He loved you and he wanted a family with you. He wanted to spend the rest of his life just looking at you, seeing you as beautiful as you were now: sweaty, swollen lips smiling, filled by him with his cock still buried deep inside you. And he also wanted to spend the rest of his life seeing you in any other context you existed, just so he could appreciate your existence. What an honor that he was the one with you right now. He loved you with his whole heart, body and soul. He knew that now.

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