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buckys-little-hoe · 3 years

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The Bet | Jake Peralta x Reader

Pairing: Jake Peralta x Reader

Summary: You and Jake make a bet. Who can last longer without Sex.

Warnings: Implied Smut, my non existent knowledge of police work, sexyness lmao, mentions of drugs and murder

A/N: There is not much to say. I just wanted to try writing about someone else. The next thing that i have planned is something for our fav fast guy Pietro (who owns my heart btw)

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It all started about a year ago. You were new to the station and immediately attracted everyone's attention. Not only were you beautiful, no, you were a real badass too. You solve one case after the other without any complications. And while you sometimes had to be physical, you looked hot too. Amy had asked several times if you could teach her how to look good while you had blood on your uniform, but you just shrugged your shoulders. In all honesty, you just did it without even thinking about it. Holt was incredibly proud to have hired someone so talented. You lived for your work, but your private life suffered as a result.

You spent your nights researching and in the morning you just came out of bed. And so after about a week you were at your desk. Rosa came in with her blank expression and sat across from you. You gave her a smile, which she didn't return, but she gave you coffee. You accepted it gratefully and immediately felt better. "Hey, Y/N! Could you bring me the new file? It's on Peralta's desk.” Terry asked you as you sat closer and you nodded. With your coffee cup in hand, you got up and went to his desk. What a mess. Sighing, you rummaged around with one hand. Was that a crushed granola bar? Disgusted, you took your hand out of the mess and took a sip. At about the same time, Jake strutted in and was immediately involved in a conversation with Charles. So he ran backwards towards his desk. You didn't even notice your surrounding anymore, you were too focused on finding the files without your hand touching anything rotten. And so Jake ran against you. Startled, you tightened your grip on the cup, which caused the lid to fly up from the pressure and some coffee spilled onto your blouse. You whimpered softly because the shit was really hot. "Fuck ..." Carefully you lifted the blouse a little so that it doesn't stick to your skin. Jake immediately walked away from you and spoke to you. "Shit, I'm so sorry! Are you okay, Y/L/N?” He asked with a guilty conscience and you turned around. With gritted teeth you nodded and walked slowly towards the washroom. "If you want, I'll help you take it off!" He called after you and you had to pull yourself together not to beat him up. This was his first attempt at flirting, and it wasn't his last. About a month later, you were sitting across from Rosa again, but your eyes were on Holt. He was talking to Jake again, but you couldn't see what kind of conversation. Was it praise? Or maybe scolding? You were bored with no case to resolve. Besides, you were kind on a sex withdrawal. After all, you were new to this neighborhood and didn't really know anyone. You hadn't even gotten to masturbation in the past few weeks. Annoyed, you let your head drop on your crossed arms. It could be that the withdrawal made you a little pissed. "What's going on?" Rosa asked and Amy perked up her ears. And since Charles didn't really have anything to do either and was a self-proclaimed consolation giver, he came straight to it. A kind of meeting came into being. "I'm just not in a good mood," you said and looked up. "Why?" Amy asked immediately. Even Gina was now at your table. "Is it because we don't have any cases right now?" Charles asked, but you denied it. A bit of free time was actually good, but you were in the wrong place to satisfy yourself. "Stress with the partner?", Amy guessed. "I don't have anyone.", You grumbled. "Aha!" Gina shouted. "You haven't had sex in a long time!" With red cheeks you buried your head in your arms again. Satisfied, she nodded as she hit the nail right on the head. Terry came along now. "I know some nice men," he said and you rolled your eyes. Great, now everyone knew. "I know some great girls too," Rosa suggested. “That's enough, guys. If I want then I'll surely find someone. ", You grumbled and looked up again. By now everyone had a sympathetic smile on their faces. You groaned annoyed. Gina pushed Charles aside and showed you a couple of Instagram accounts with some guys. Somehow you wanted meaningless sex, but not with someone strange. Jake stepped out of the office again and noticed everyone standing at your table. "What's going on here?" He asked aloud and walked to your desk. "We're looking for someone to lay Y/N.", Gina answered without looking up. Embarrassed you avoided his gaze. Did everyone finally know? "I'll volunteer.", He grinned and everyone started laughing, including you. "Why are you laughing?" Confused, he looked at his colleagues. Charles put a hand on his shoulder. "Not bad for Jake, but Y/N is way out of your league.", He replied with pity in his voice. Jake looked at him indignantly. “Thanks, Boyle! It doesn't matter now. Y/N, take your bag or whatever, we have a little drug case in a gelateria.”Peralta said, avoiding Boyle's hurt expression. A gelateria and he didn't take his best friend with him? Excitedly, you grabbed your service weapon and your jacket. “I’m ready!"

"I think the owner is the dealer," you said quietly to yourself. Jake nodded in agreement. "Now we just have to catch him red-handed," he added. He turned to you and put both of his hands on your shoulders. You looked at him with a raised brow. "Flirt with him," he ordered and shook you. "What! Why? ”You hissed softly and glanced over at the guy. "You distract him and I'll go back through the door," he explained and you sighed. "Okay." So you stepped inside slowly, purposefully towards the counter and looked at the many different types of ice cream. "Hi!", You smiled shyly, and he took the bite immediately. "Hello beautiful woman, what can I do for you?" He asked charmingly with his heavy Italian accent. Your heart went soft with all the ice cream. "What can you recommend?" "It depends on what you like," grinned the man. "I like it extraordinary, maybe something Mediterranean.", You said and suppressed your gag reflex. "I should have- Hey!", He interrupted himself and looked past you. Inwardly, you just gave yourself a facepalm. He couldn’t be serious. "What are you doing back there, huh?" Slowly you turned around and saw Peralta with a mustache stuck on. You sighed softly to yourself and just mimicked your fate. "Well, searching the drugs.", He replied as if it were the most normal thing in the world. You took your badge in your hand ready to turn around when the swanky Italian slapped it out of your hand, jumped over the counter and hit you on the floor. With a thud, you landed on the floor. Jake was about to walk towards you, but you waved in the direction of the door. He bit his lip and hesitantly ran after him. Slowly you got up and cracked your fingers. Why did he have to bite his lip so badly? Now you ran after them too, it didn't take long for the Italian to land in a dead end. Jake seemed to have everything under control, so you stood to one side to take a deep breath. But when he handcuffed him, you couldn't prevent your dirty thoughts. How would the handcuffs feel on your hands? You rubbed your thighs together to release some friction. You realized one thing. Jake was the one who had to fuck you. You just had to make him do it.

A few days later, you were leaning your arms on Gina's desk, your bum up. In the reflection you could see his eyes on it while he was talking to Amy. Even your blouse had one button open today. At least time was running and you were getting more and more impatient. Gina told you something about a dance group and normally you'd like to listen, but this time it was more difficult. When you turned around he was no longer there. Instead, Amy gave you a friendly wave. You returned her gestures with a smile. Suddenly you smelled his perfume in your nose. He was right next to you. Your breathing became a little more irregular, as did your heartbeats. Oh God. His sleeves were rolled up and he was smiling slyly. “We're going to Shaw’s after work today. Would you like to come with us?” He wanted to know and you didn't miss how his eyes briefly wandered to your breasts. “Oh yes, Y/N! You absolutely have to go.", Gina agreed, so you nodded."I'll be happy to come, Peralta. "

That evening, you sat in a corner with your drink in hand. If he stopped giving you any more signs, you would look for someone else, which you would find a shame. Time passed and slowly the troop broke up. Until there was only Jake left, who sat down next to you with a new drink. "Here." Smiling, he pushed the glass towards you. You took the straw slowly in your mouth and didn't break eye contact. If he didn't get that hint now, you'd probably freak out. Instead, the detective put his hand dangerously close to your clothed core. You gasped loudly. "Could it be that you want me to fuck you?" He asks quietly and your heart almost popped out of your chest. You opened your mouth, but not a word came out. So you just nodded. “Unfortunately that's not enough, babygirl. Use words. ”Jake said. Slowly he tilted your head to one side and kissed the back of your neck. "Please, fuck me," you breathed. He removed his head and grinned. "I will, but just because you asked so nicely." Shortly afterwards you landed in his apartment. And at three in the morning you woke up and left like nothing happened. And it went on and on. Some days he would hold you against the shelves in the evidence room. On others it was in his car. And you liked the dominance he exuded. You liked how he took what he wanted from you, while still not forgetting your satisfaction. But after the sex you were always the first to go.

After a year it was still just sex and nothing more. So you were all the more surprised when he suddenly showed up on a date. You apologized to the nice man and pulled Jake on his ear out. He followed you gasping. When you finally stood in the parking lot, you crossed your arms. “What's this crap, Peralta?” You wanted to know, annoyed. "I ... I just wanted to make sure the guy was decent," he lied, which you could clearly see. “Bullshit. You are jealous. ", You replied." No, I am not. " "Yes you are." "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes." “Okay! Our sex is fantastic okay? But what am I talking about here anyway? You wouldn't even go a day without it.” The cop defended himself. "Oh yes? I think you're confused, darling. You can't last a day without it.” You replied angrily. “Then let's bet. Whoever gives up first loses,” he suggested. “What do I get if I win?” You asked suspiciously. Betting with Jake always goes wrong and ends in chaos, you've been aware of that since Halloween. "I'll give you the murder case." "Okay, and you?" "I want one waking up." Confused you pulled your eyebrows together. "What do you mean?", You said. "I want you to wake up with me once. No escaping," he explained with ruddy cheeks. You examined him briefly and finally nodded. "Deal."

It started very easily. Here and there he brushed your hips, of course quite unobtrusively. Sometimes your file fell down, so you had to bend down very low. But he didn't jump on it. So you had to get more extreme. Bananas were eaten and he was flirting with Amy. And somehow your heart got heavier. So you had to act differently. Shortly before the end of the day you accidentally spilled your water on your white blouse. While your red lace bra became visible, you apologized with red cheeks and promised to come back. You didn't miss Jake's eyes, but you had other plans. From your closet you pulled a top with a deep neckline and tight jeans that made your bum stick out. You pulled the hair elastic out of your hair and freed your voluminous mane. You even forced yourself into high shoes and for once you leave your underwear off. "Show Time.", You mumbled and drove to the bar. And as soon as you stepped in, everyone's eyes were on you. Rosa whistled loudly and grinned honestly. Flattered you gave her a hug. "I thought I could dress up a bit." You explained your outfit to her. "Good girl," she winked. She’s the only one who knew about you and Jake since she caught you in the evidence room. With a swing of your hips that could only drive someone crazy, you strutted towards the bar. The bartender leaned down to you. "What will it be, my lady?" He grinned charmingly and you laughed out loud. still focused on getting what you wanted. “A shot would be a start,” you answered. He pushed one over to you pretty quickly. "It’s on the house.", He smiled. You nodded as a thank you and drank it. The warmth spread through your body and you let your shoulders circle. And so you flirted with the bartender for an estimated two minutes, when a well-known body was already pressing against yours. And with it his erection too. Your grin grew bigger. "What do you think you're doing?" He whispered in your ear. Goosebumps graced your body. He let his hand slide gently under your top. "You don't even wear a bra," Jake said, breathing irregularly. Inconspicuously, you rubbed your bum against his reaction. "That's enough," he whispered through clenched teeth. And so he pulled your wrist towards his apartment. And for the first time you didn't care what your colleagues thought about you.

Tired you opened your eyes and looked directly at the alarm clock next to you. Three o'clock at night. But this time you didn't get up. Instead, you turned around, put your arms around his body, and closed your eyes again. And Jake's smile grew bigger.

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jeonqqin · 4 years

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man up. [m] | pt. 1

h. jisung x reader | netflix teen rom-com au

— ❝Even with classes, annoying brothers, and an unrequited crush, you still figured your first year of college was going pretty well. Until you managed to get your first boyfriend, and suddenly your brother and his stupidly attractive best friend were attached to your hip for the whole damn ride.

or alternatively;

Why did Jisung care about you so much, and had his eyes always been that pretty?❞

WORD COUNT: 4.8k

CONTAINS: brothers best friend au, teen rom-com au, sorta crack fic, love triangle au, college au

WARNING: language, eventual smut, minho is a little bitch

A/N: I pulled little tropes from pretty much every Netflix teen rom-com so if you see those little allusions then that’s why,, also I hope you all don’t mind that I made this into a series!

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CHAPTERS: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 +

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Your eyes blurred over the words that were held out in front of you, every page harder to remember than the last.

It was your fault you were in the library studying during lunch period. You were the one that decided to procrastinate after all. But you also had no idea what was going to be on the exam in your statistics class. How could you start studying when you had no idea what you were meant to be studying? At least, that was your genius excuse for not touching your statistics book all week.

Resting your head on your hand, your eyes briefly wandered off of your book and directly up into a pair of pretty brown ones. They were already looking at you; gaze intense and flirty. It had you quickly looking back down at your book on instinct, this time without the intention of actually reading anything.

No way.

The boy sitting directly across from you was cute—no doubt about that. It was hard to disregard just how pretty he was with his classic big brown eyes and flat brown hair. At least, you couldn’t ignore him when he was clearly looking at you. Peeking up to make sure you weren’t seeing things, you caught his gaze again. And as his lip quirked up, you knew it wasn’t just a coincidence—he was deliberately looking at you. A childish giddiness flooded your stomach at the realization.

He smiled at you; charming and sweet.

“Do you know anything about political science?”

It took you a second to process what he asked, but you eventually shook your head with a smile. “D’you know anything about the statistics exam next Wednesday?”

He shrugged playfully. “Not a clue.”

“Well, it looks like we’re in the same boat then.”

“Utterly screwed by the school system?”

Snorting loudly, you instantly received an unhappy glare from the librarian and a followed up hush. An apology was on the tip of your tongue, but with the newfound fear of making another noise, you opted to send her a timid wave. Neither you nor the cute stranger moved until she returned to her book. But then he was slinking over and taking the seat beside you.

You could’ve squealed—imagine being such a teenage girl that you were so ecstatic to sit next to a cute guy. You were practically bouncing in your seat.

“At least I know that there’s someone else who can understand my worries,” he whispered, turning in his chair to face you completely.

You scoffed, eyeing the librarian for a moment before blinking back at the boy in front of you.

“Yeah right. You could ask the entire student body and they would all reply in one collective groan.”

“You’re not wrong there.” He hummed. “Thanks for not making me feel like a complete loser for procrastinating.”

“Oh, you’re still a loser for procrastinating,” you said, attempting to hold back your smile as he looked at you with a raised brow. “You’re just not the only one now.”

He made a playful noise of anguish, nodding his head with a silent laugh. “Ouch. That hurts coming from a mystery girl.”

You shrugged coyly, letting him take that as your answer before you leaned back against your palm.

“Maybe,” he paused for a moment, glancing around to the occupied librarian and continuing, “After classes, we could go out for coffee. Y’know—to get better acquainted. Unless you wanted me to keep calling you ‘mystery girl’.”

You pretended to weigh your options in your head, eyes flicking up towards the ceiling and an uncontrollable smile slipping onto your lips.

You were getting asked out. And every possible thing was going right; he was cute, he was witty, there was a connection, there were no interruptions—

“Are you free at six?”

Your mouth opened to reply a quick “yes”, but suddenly there were a set of hands landing firmly on your shoulders and you could feel the familiar brush of soft hair against your cheek.

“No sir, she is not free.”

The subtly stern voice of your brother replied, and the color of the stranger's face in front of you went pale as his eyes darted between you and the intruder beside you. “But thanks for asking.”

“Sorry, Minho—man, I didn’t know she was your girlfriend. I swear.” Came the panicked reply.

You winced, expression going sour as the apologies flew out of the boy’s mouth at a rapid pace.

“Sister.” Minho corrected, a sickeningly sweet smile plastered on his face that read disaster.

And then after a few more unsettling glares and passive-aggressive comments from your older brother, the guy was gone, his head lowered to his chest. You had seen worse. There had been many more that happened to end in bruises and a visit from campus security, so a little humiliation wasn’t so terrible.

But fucking hell—there goes another one.

“You need to stop doing that,” you said, swiping all your books into your bag as your brother watched the poor soul leave the library with satisfaction.

Minho scoffed. “What? Weeding out the losers that run at a little sign of conflict?” He tisked patronizingly. “Do you really want to be in a relationship with someone who pisses themselves because your brother was being a little protective? I’m not going to be here forever, and who will be the one to watch out for you then? Certainly not Mr. Are-You-Free-At-Six.”

A heavy sigh left your lips. You had heard his speech before and you had been infuriated. But after years of the same response and lecture, you grew numb to the feeling of anger towards your brother.

“Who said I even needed protecting?”

“Me. I’m your big brother, I know what’s best for you.” He replied curtly, grabbing your bag from your shoulder and slinging it over his own.

You scowled, following him as he charmingly waved at the librarian on your way out. She chuckled under her breath and fluttered her fingers towards Minho, absolutely no intention of even glancing at you. Minho was a very likable person. He had always been able to use his endless pool of charisma to get on anyone’s good side, and that had opened up many opportunities for him.

Unfortunately, your brother had many sides to him, and one of them had manifested from his obsessive need to keep you away from any and all possible danger in life. That part of him was what had every guy running for the hills.

You were a freshman in college, and every relationship you had was ruined, courtesy of your older brother.

The two of you merged into the crowded halls filled with unrushed university students, several people greeting Minho with friendly gestures that you couldn’t keep up with. It was as if no one even saw you—you supposed that was also Minho’s fault.

“I have class now,” you huffed, tugging your bag from his shoulder and nearly making him stumble into a wall. “Okay? Am I allowed to continue my education, oh great brother of mine?”

Minho made a mocking face in your direction. “Haha. Very funny, young lady. Now don’t go seducing any more good-for-nothing’s while I’m gone. Got it?”

“I’m going to kill you one of these days.”

Minho snorted, spinning on his heel towards the direction of his own class.

“And I’ll be waiting with open arms, little sister!”

“Eat shit, Minho!”

With a visible bounce in his step he disappeared behind the corner, supposedly heading to his next class, but you knew it was just a matter of time before he would get sidetracked and distracted along the way. He was always excited to see you around campus, seeing you—his baby sister—just made his day better.

Generally, you found yourself smiling after a good interaction with your brother, but then he would go and pull the ‘protective brother’ card and suddenly you had the urge to rip his throat out. Minho knew you were growing up and pretty soon his intrusions wouldn’t be seen as just a nuisance, and they would turn into more of an invasion of your personal life. But you could see how much that realization hurt him, so you held back.

You settled into your seat as one of the first people in the lecture hall, watching as your professor rubbed his eyes and set up the slides for the class.

On your second day of class, your professor had snapped at one of the students for being late for his lecture, and it scared the shit out of you. The next day he apologized and used the excuse of being hungover and hungry, and it opened your eyes to the fact that you weren’t in high school anymore. You were surrounded by adults—careless and irresponsible adults, granted, but they were old enough to understand your professor’s woes.

Still, you would never find yourself arriving late, just in case you caught him on one of his bad days.

“Y/n,”

The cheery voice startled you out of your stupor.

“Good morning, my darling.”

Your eyes rolled back, though a smile still grew on your face. A fleeting thought ran through your head, you shouldn’t have been surprised, he did it every morning. You offered him a sparing glance as he stepped up to your seat, falling back into the uncomfortable chair beside you.

“Hi, Jisung,” you chuckled as his arm swung around your shoulders.

You decided to ignore the way the cut of his sleeves allowed you to get a glimpse of the muscle that was starting to form.

Han Jisung was your brother’s best friend, an annoying loud-mouth who was in too many of your classes for it to be a coincidence. He had been by Minho’s side for most of his life, and therefore, most of yours. And he flirted with you for as long as you could remember.

Just as the majority of the students started to flood the hall, Jisung pulled an apple out of his bag, holding it out for you to take.

“I noticed that you hadn’t gone to lunch with Felix today, and I figured since you’re looking berry cute today—” He grabbed your hand, placing the fruit into your palm. “Sorry. I didn't have any lines for apples.”

And the pickup lines—the many, many pickup lines.

“Really? Nothing?” You asked.

His head shook, eyes coy.

You aided him, shaking the apple in front of his face, “You’re the apple of my eye?”

“Ah…” He nodded in realization, seemingly bummed for not thinking of that one before. But then suddenly a smirk flickered over his features and he was pinching your cheek, “I knew you were in love with me.”

You turned away from his grabbing hand, fighting back the urge to roll your eyes. His talent was finding a way to flirt with you, and at times you had wondered how he was so good at it.

Practice made perfect, you guessed.

You smiled. “Uh-huh.”

If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he was in love with you—

“Hyunae told me to start eating more fruit, so she threw the apple into my bag when I wasn’t looking.”

—but Han Jisung had a girlfriend, and she was so much more than you could ever be.

Not that you cared at all.

“So you two are doing well?” You asked, feigning interest as you reached into your bag and pulled out your laptop. Maybe if you were stealthy enough you would be able to sneak in some studying while your professor went on about how traffic signs affected climate change—or whatever it was that he was talking about that week.

No wonder why you had no idea what you were doing.

Jisung hummed, leaning back in his seat. “Yeah. She’s still bossy, but that’s just Hyunae.”

“I heard she got into quite the discussion with Hyunjin this morning.”

You were swinging pretty low, but you weren’t the biggest fan of Hyunae to begin with, so there was a small part of you that enjoyed picking at the scabs she left behind.

Okay, there was a pretty big part of you.

“Don’t remind me,” he grunted. “One day their fights will end with murder. And it’ll be me who is found dead.”

“Next time they get into an argument just slip away and let campus security deal with the mess. Let the bitches be bitches.”

Your suggestion was in the form of a joke, but really, you meant every word.

Hyunae easily rivaled Hyunjin’s bitchiness, and in your group of friends, that statement had weight to it. Not just anyone could argue with Hyunjin and step away unscathed, but she managed to do so just about every day. You would’ve been impressed had she ever shown you any kindness, but she hated you from day one. You were only returning the favor by rooting for Hyunjin until he somehow figured out how to kill someone with his words.

He had come close before, so you kept your fingers crossed.

“Well that bitch is a goddess in bed,” Jisung snickered, his voice just loud enough for you to hear. “And frankly it’s hot when someone’s bossy during sex—”

“Are we talking about Hyunae or Hyunjin now?”

Jisung laughed sarcastically, throwing a sneer your way. “Bravo. You want a medal for the joke of the year?”

“Nah, I have plenty of better jokes that imply that you like boys.” You absentmindedly glanced back towards your professor as he began the lecture, his voice as uninterested as your gaze. “Though I have yet to make one about your secret relationship with my brother.”

Jisung nodded with fake enthusiasm and said, “That’s nice but I’m not listening to you anymore.”

“The girls on campus would pay big bucks for that sex tape.”

“Shut up before I throw up on you.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you didn’t like me.” You pouted half-assed, typing notes that you would never use solely because their only purpose was to make it seem like you cared. Though by the look of it, the professor probably gave less of a shit than you anyway.

Jisung’s teasing and inappropriate comments hardly bothered you anymore, especially since you knew how to counter them with your own.

“I don’t even know why I’m here,” he mused, though you both knew the reason why he was taking the class was because he needed the credits and the teacher didn’t care if you botched all of your tests as long as the final was double-spaced and had your name at the top.

“Because I’m your favorite.” You whispered, lifting your pointer finger to your lips. “And don’t worry, I won’t tell Minho.”

“As if. Get your head out of your ass.”

“Duly noted.”

You loved Jisung.

You loved him in the same way you loved your brother; you didn’t want to love him, but for whatever twisted reason, the universe made it so. Too bad you didn’t think of Jisung as a brother—the game of life was cruel that way. It sucked that he was such a good… everything. Han Jisung was a good friend, a good boyfriend, and annoyingly one of the best people you had ever met.

Not that you would ever admit that to him and risk his head inflating to the size of Felix’s stuffed animal collection.

Dammit, you really didn’t want to love that moron.

Maybe you could get away with being in like with him instead.

“Y/n!”

Your head swiveled, just barely catching a flash of ridiculous purple hair before a hold on your wrist was stopping you mid-stride.

“Owie,” was what came out of your mouth, your gaze set into a glare at your aggressor.

Though, Felix wasn’t fazed by your scowl. He was too excited—or pissed, it was hard to tell—about whatever he wanted to tell you. But knowing him, his news probably had something to do with the meme he posted on Twitter that morning—you did see it, and no, you weren’t very impressed. You expected better than the overused picture of the woman yelling at that cat at the dinner table. Caption be damned, that meme wasn’t even good anymore.

Felix was followed by his shorter but considerably stronger lackey. Without even looking at him you already knew Changbin’s biceps were popping under the black shirt he wore, the whole aesthetic making him look way more intimidating than he was.

“Where were you?” Felix asked, smacking your arm hard enough to gain your attention. “You didn’t meet us for lunch.”

“Maybe because I don’t appreciate your abuse.”

“Haha. Seriously,” he griped, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why’d you ditch me?”

You had been friends with Felix for who knows how long, but you would never get used to how needy the boy was. You and your brother sure grabbed a couple of good ones.

“I had to study.” You admitted with a huff, though you already knew your excuse wouldn’t be enough for Felix.

“Okay, one—you never do that.” He countered before flashing you a look. “And two—liar.”

You set your gaze on Changbin for some support, but the boy simply avoided your eyes as his way of saying “you’re on your own here”.

You turned back to Felix with a groan. Changbin never helped you ever, the bastard.

“Lix I have a dumb test in statistics next week and for whatever reason, all I can remember right now is that the SREB3 gene in zebrafish can cure cancer or something.”

“That has nothing to do with statistics—”

“And is also very wrong. Are you even paying attention in biology?” Changbin asked, his face scrunched up in a mix of confusion and disgust.

You motioned to Changbin to prove your point. “Hence the reason why I was in the library.”

Felix suddenly tilted his head back and did that thing where he looked like he was trying to convince himself that living was worth it.

He sighed. “Okay, I’m calling Seungmin—”

At his words, you all but shrieked, a hand swatting Felix’s shoulder instinctively.

Seungmin was a friend of Hyunjin’s, which indirectly made him a friend of yours. But the relationship between the two of you could only be classified as rocky considering he felt the need to tell you just how much he wanted to, and you quote, “throw a rock at your head”. Ironically enough, the feeling was mutual.

But you would never say that to his face because that would most likely lead him to complete the task.

“You promised to never do that to me again!” You cried, throwing yourself against Felix’s boney shoulder.

This time was Felix’s turn to look at Changbin and search for help, but he was met with the same passive reaction as you had received. Honestly, you didn’t know why anyone tried anymore.

“He’s not that bad, Y/n.”

You gaped, disbelieving of your friend’s words. “You can’t be serious. He’s the devil! He preys on the weak, and then spits out their bones, Felix.”

“He tutored you once and you got a ninety-eight on your exam.”

“After hours of torture and anguish.”

Felix gave you an unsympathetic look before plucking his phone from Changbin’s back pocket, “I’m calling him.”

With a glare, you folded your arms over your chest. “Remember this moment the next time you ask me to revise your Tinder bio.”

“Joke’s on you. Changbin gives better advice and he doesn’t laugh at me.”

You snorted despite yourself.

But before Felix could lift the phone to his ear, Changbin’s began to ring obnoxiously in his pocket, and you were ready to bow and praise whichever deity in the sky that decided to bless you with such luck.

And like a child, you stuck out your tongue.

“What’s up?” Changbin hummed, turning away from the two of you. “Did you get all of your stuff in the apartment yet…?”

Changbin and Minho were roommates and had been since Changbin was a freshman. The two worked well together in the sense that they were both loud as hell and could (and hopefully never will) sleep through a stampede of elephants in their living room.

Felix slipped his phone into his pocket, unabashedly listening to the conversation just as you were.

“They must’ve finally found someone interested in moving in.”

They had always talked about renting with someone else, but along with being the worst people to live with, the duo was picky as hell. Pigs would fly and snowballs would be living in hell the moment they let someone else move in with them.

“Okay, but is Minho going to let you turn the office into a recording room?”

You froze, a remark on the tip of your tongue.

Changbin was talking on the phone about recording—an activity that you knew for a fact that only two people in your life had ever taken part in—and moving into Minho and Changbin’s shared apartment.

Now, you weren’t the brightest crayon in the box but connecting all the dots wasn’t too difficult.

“Are you crazy?”

Not only was the idea of Jisung moving into Minho’s apartment a terrible one, but it would also compromise the only place you could relax in peace. Your dorm was hell (for reasons you didn’t want to relive) and you weren’t allowed anywhere near the boys' dorm. You were currently on the RA’s shit-list ever since the misunderstanding that went down last semester—

Bad timing for a room check one night when you, Felix, and Hyunjin were in a compromising position.

If Jisung moved in with Minho, you would then be spending more time with him, and all the hard work you spent on keeping your distance would’ve been for nothing. You’d probably see his monster of a girlfriend around regularly as well, and you didn’t want to witness any of that in your lifetime.

Time to welcome the snowballs to hell, because that was where you were headed.

Hoisting your bag over your shoulder, you positioned yourself to run.

“Lix, I’m sorry but I have to go beat some sense into my brother! Maybe we can talk to Seungmin on a day when I feel like dying from blunt force trauma.”

You didn’t bother to wait for the yelling as you took off through the quad.

The wind slapped you in the face the moment you were away from the cover of the university buildings, and you were suddenly second-guessing the escapade. Though, you simply chalked your reluctance up to laziness and continued forward. Minho’s apartment wasn’t far from the university, and after his little stunt in the library, you were looking forward to kicking his ass in the privacy of his home.

You pulled your spare key from your bag as you finally approached the complex, eager to get away from the nipping wind. Because fuck you for wearing a t-shirt in forty-degree weather.

Pushing the door open, you threw your bag inside recklessly, “Minho, you flat-faced asshole. You tell me right now that Jisung isn’t your new—”

But you screeched to a stop as your eyes locked onto someone who definitely wasn’t Minho.

“Roommate.”

You swallowed.

A man with perfectly styled black hair and no sleeves on his shirt sat on your brother's couch, a pair of thick headphones covering his ears and a laptop resting on his thick thighs. His eyes darted up to meet your gaze as the door closed behind you, and a single brow raised as you stood in front him in a stupor.

“Hello,” he pulled his headphones down to hang around his neck, cocking his head in amusement. “I am neither Minho nor Jisung, and I really hope I’m not a flat-faced asshole. Can I help you?”

You floundered for a second, mouth open. “I mean—I was looking for my brother. Changbin was on the phone with their new roommate, and I just assumed…”

“You thought that Jisung was his new roommate?” He snickered, carefully placing his labeled laptop onto the couch and lifting to his feet.

You were tempted to hang your head in shame and leave with your confidence shattered. But his attractive gaze was enough to convince you to stay put.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Well,” the stranger’s expression softened, his hand reaching forward. “I’m Chan. Your brother’s new roommate.”

You gave his hand a quick glance before taking it.

“I’m Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you.”

New roommate: not as terrible as you expected it to be.

The more you looked at him, the more you wanted to tell him how beautiful he was. Though you would have to be delusional to actually admit that out loud to a complete stranger, it was surprisingly tempting.

And… you were still holding his hand.

“Oh, uh—sorry.”

Releasing his grip, you laughed awkwardly, feeling the heat rise up your face and engulf your ears.

Damn your brother and his affinity for making friends with every gorgeous person that crossed his path. He was going to kill you eventually, between his protectiveness that shattered your social life and all his model-like friends that continued to claw their way into your heart.

A pleasant beat of silence passed between the two of you while you both took a second to consider each other. Chan wasn’t your conventionally beautiful person like Hyunjin, nor was he completely rough around the edges like Changbin. His hair was a bit wild, possibly due to the lack of product, but it was combed through and hung around his eyes nicely. A stark contrast from the gelled and styled boy you had been infatuated with.

Your eyes fell onto the coffee table between you, neck growing warm as you realized your thoughts had drifted back to Jisung, even with such an attractive stranger standing right in front of you.

You shut your eyes, stilling yourself as you took in a deep breath.

“So…” you drawled, avoiding his amused gaze. “Recording, huh?”

That settled it, you were an idiot.

Chan snorted out loud, finding your innocent question cute.

“I’m a producer.” Chan supplied, shifting closer to you in order to lean against the couch. “I haven’t been able to record my own songs for a while though. That’s why I’ve been trying to convince Minho to let me turn his office into a recording room. I have all the soundproof padding and everything, all I need is to guilt-trip him into letting me put it up.”

You nodded in understanding, glancing over towards the not so office that Minho was currently using as a storage room.

If anyone was ever surprised by the number of bundles he had in his room, they would drop dead at the sight of what was behind that door.

It was bundle hell.

Your voice rang out, “That would probably take you all day on your own. It’s pretty disastrous in there.”

“Is there an implication there?” He snarked, mock question in his voice.

“I help you clean, and you show me what you have on that little laptop of yours.”

Chan hummed, his eyes tracing over you and then over to his precious laptop resting off to the side. He had always been cautious about showing people his music, there were too many outcomes that he didn’t like thinking about. But you were looking at him with this excited little grin and he was finding it hard to say no.

You were dangerous.

“I can get behind that deal,” Chan concluded.

“Great,” you chirped without a second of hesitation. “Let’s go.”

But Chan’s strong grip stopped you as you attempted to pass and you couldn’t help but focus your eyes on the veins that ran up his bare arms.

His eyebrow raised, amused. “We’re just going to barge in there and start cleaning?”

“Would you rather wait for the bundles to gain consciousness and invite us in?”

Chan couldn’t help but bark a laugh at your sarcasm. “Of course not. I just wanted to ask for Minho’s permission first—”

You paused him with the raise of your hand, “There’s one thing you will learn about my brother; he never says yes.”

Sensing a seriousness behind your tone, Chan nodded, suddenly open to all of your suggestions.

“Lead the way then.” Chan encouraged, gesturing forward and releasing your arm.

“My pleasure.”

But just as you were about to reach for the handle of the spare room, you remembered something—

The fact that you were a (stupid and unemployed) college student currently paying for a failing test grade in her statistics class.

You cursed under your breath, pausing in your stride long enough to prompt Chan’s questioning gaze, and damn it, it was adorable the way he cocked his head to the side.

“Something wrong?” He asked.

Your face twisted in thought, “Probably…”

“And…?”

You cleared your throat, finally pulling your eyes away from the chipping white paint of the door.

“Do you perhaps know anything about statistics?”

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Your Ass Is Out of This World (Kelley x Reader)

Request: alex or kelley or sonnett x reader where they've been dating for a few years R is an astronaut for NASA and she gets to go to space

Author’s Note: Special thanks to @literaryhedgehog cause without her, none of this would have happened.

Kelley wasn’t quite sure how she had ended up standing next to a dive bar sipping a lukewarm beer on a Friday night. In her defense, Ali and Ashlyn had convinced her it would be fun and had promised to pay for the Uber rides both ways. It had been fun for a while, dancing with them to some old 70s songs on the light-up dance floor, but half an hour ago they had disappeared off into a hallway somewhere, and she had no intention of third-wheeling (she knew she should have convinced Alex to join them). But she also wasn’t going to leave without them, because she wasn’t convinced either of them were sober enough to take any kind of transportation safely (someone needed to be there to make sure they didn’t puke in someone’s car).

So here she was, standing by the bar waiting for her friends’ sexcapades to be over, nursing her drink. The clink of a glass settling in front of her caught her attention. She blinked at the bartender. “I didn’t order another one,”

The man’s lips ticked up and he shrugged. “Lady on the end paid for it. Said you looked sad,”

Kelley looked up, following the man’s eyes towards a woman standing a few seats down the bar from her. She was also standing alone but was dressed as though for a different event altogether. Kelley had embraced the 70s theme of the bar slightly, wearing a jumpsuit and a scarf around her head, but this woman had just thrown a white NASA shirt--like the one Kelley got for her little cousin at Target-- over a pair of black jeans. As she bobbed her head to the music she met Kelley’s eyes and smiled.

Kelley took that as her invitation to approach. Kelley’s eyes traced her form, lingering on the white material. She didn’t know those came in adult sizes...

“You must be a star, I can't stop orbiting around you” Kelley smiled charmingly as she approached you, setting her beer on the bar beside you and settling in the seat to the left of yours.

“I do believe I was the one to buy you the drink…” you said, your lips twitching as you tried to keep a serious expression. “Shouldn’t I be the one throwing pickup lines here?”

“You bought me the drink, so I get to be the one to woo you. I’m Kelley, are you from Mars? 'cuz I wanna explore you with curiosity.” Kelley said, wiggling her eyebrows at you, enjoying the light blush coloring your cheeks.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, “that was terrible. I mean really good but absolutely awful.”

“At least I got you to smile, but you still haven’t told me your name.” Kelley laughed, taking a sip of her beer. She was prepared to lay on the horrible pick up lines for your entertainment.

“I’m Y/n,” you said, putting down your drink and holding out your hand, “pleasure.”

“They call me the milky way...Pleasure You Can't Measure,” Kelley smiled, shaking your hand as you laughed and pulling you a little closer “Why look at the moon, if I can’t touch it? Why look at your lips, if I can't kiss them,” she said, winking so you knew she was completely joking.

“How do you know so many of these?” You said, shaking your head in awe. “ All I know off the top of my head is ‘do you work for NASA? Because you’re out of this world!’”

“Ah, a magician never reveals her secrets,” Kelley whispered conspiratoryly, bringing her hand up to cover her lips. “but my team and I have definitely had flirt offs for bonding nights,”

“Your team?”

“Yeah, I play soccer for the US and Washington,” She shrugged as if it wasn’t a huge accomplishment.

Your eyes widened and you nearly spat out your drink. “Didn’t they, like, just win a World Cup?”

“Yeah, No biggie,” Kelley said, side-eyeing you as she took another sip.

“No biggie? I’m surprised you don’t have a swarm of paparazzi shadowing you, that’s incredible! Weren’t the USWNT like the most successful US team in soccer?’

“Hm, there’s not enough drama for them, but we don’t mind. How about you? What do you do beautiful?” Kelley hummed.

“Oh. I work for NASA,” you said, gesturing at the shirt. “I can’t wait to bring some of those lines back to work.”

“What??”

****

“So do they at least give you a good choice of flavors? So you don’t get bored and stuff?” Emily asked from across the table, licking her dripping I cream cone.

When your girlfriend decided to introduce you to the team after their match against Colombia, you were quite surprised she had chosen an ice cream shop as a venue. But with how food motivated the youngins seemed, you realized how appropriate it was.

“I mean,” you said, your spoon suspended in the air as you blinked at Emily, “ice cream isn’t the only thing we will eat. I’m going to be on the station for like 8 months. Ice cream is not a balanced diet.”

“But it’s the only one they sell in the stores. You don’t have to lie cause the veggie lovers are here,” The defender said, leaning across the table, as though it would prevent the rest of the table from hearing her.

“Babe, you literally love most veggies too,” Lindsey rolled her eyes, using her thumb to wipe a spot of chocolate ice cream from Emily’s nose.

“Actually, I heard they’re a pretty good selection of dehydrated fruits and veggies and MRE’s and Tortillas and stuff. Plus I get to take a few things from home…” You mumbled, leaning back.

She couldn’t be serious right? There was no way she thought you were supposed to sustain yourself on horrible freeze-dried dairy products for that long. Not to mention, freeze-dried ‘astronaut’ products for the most part weren’t actually possible to bring to space, with how crumbly they are. You were more likely to eat actual ice cream on the space station (less chance for an errant crumb being inhaled or destroying an important piece of equipment) than that gift shop garbage.

“Oh yeah, MRE sounds way more likely than just eating the stuff they literally label as being for astronauts…” Emily said, rolling her eyes. “What does that even stand for? ‘Must reject Emily?”

You opened your mouth to answer, eyebrows furrowed, only for Kelley to nudge you softly.

“It’s not worth the fight babe, trust me. Not the brightest lighthouse if you know what I mean,” Your girlfriend made a swirling motion with her finger next to her temple.

You leaned in closer so your lips were nearly touching her ear. “She’s not serious right?”

“I never joke about ice cream,” Emily answered seriously.

You blinked at her, looking to your girlfriend who just shrugged and raised her eyebrows.

“I’m, I’m not sure if they have a flavor rotation system for ice cream flavors. We haven’t been… briefed on that yet,” you nodded seriously.

…...

“Can you hear me?” Kelley said, tapping her fingers impatiently as your face appeared in the video call.

“He- -utiful,” You smiled through the glitchy computer screen. Your waving was broken up like a bad claymation. You leaned in to make out the fuzzy figures standing behind your girlfriend, assuming she was at camp or something.

Normal long distance sucked, but literally being off-planet really made things difficult. It wasn’t like Kelley could just text you when she missed you, or randomly call you when she missed you at 3 am. Sure, she could email and you made a tremendous effort to schedule calls once a month, but it was still incredibly difficult (and slightly weird that a NASA tech dude had to monitor each call to make sure the connection stayed up). And sometimes even the best video-calling technology had issues. Like today (when a giant satellite or piece of space trash would block the signal).

“Are you hav- -un at -amp?” You asked, grabbing your floating water pouch pushing out a sip sized water drop.

“Yeah, it’s great,” Kelley said, watching you munch on your water. When you first got on the station you sent her pictures of artwork you made out of different drops of colored water- specifically making a giant water ‘soccer ball’ for her. Then you tried to boop it around and ended up losing control, amusing all your crewmates who watched you trying not to run into too many walls. “We’re looking forward to playing against Brazil on Friday, should be brutal.”

“We’re set to be ov- Florida on -day, so I’ll try and tune into the ga-. Catch a nice - view,” You nodded, wiggling your eyebrows (which looked more like you having a seizure due to how badly you were pixelated).

While Kelley wasn’t entirely sure what you were saying, she went ahead and nodded. “Let me know what you think!”

“Wh- color -it are you w-ing? Y- look -uper s-xy in the -ue,” you said, floating up in a ‘draw me like one of your french girls’ pose.

“You’re favorite one,” Kelley said, winking at you.

“-es!!” You cheered “-ake p-ture -or -“ the screen flickered dangerously for a second. Before a wobbly picture returned.

“Babe you’re breaking up, I can’t tell what you’re saying. Y/n. Are you there? UGh. I love you! We’ll talk soon.”

“-ove y- -oo”

Kelley blew a slow kiss to her camera before she heard a deep voice saying “Sorry ma’am. The connection was lost. Y’all still have five minutes on your scheduled call- Want me to try calling again? See if the signal improves?”

“Yeah,” Kelley shifted, rubbing the bridge of her nose as typing sounds echoed through the speaker. How she was going to make it through four more months of this she had no idea.

“What if like the ship was attacked by aliens or something,” Sonnett whispered from her left, staring at the blank screen with real trepidation.

“Not possible ma’am,” she heard him laugh. “But I doubt I would have the right level of security clearance to know.”

“great.”

Kelley grabbed a pen and marked a day off the calendar hanging on her wall. So much for ‘phone call with Y/n.’ She sighed. Just a few months to go.

****

Gravity fucking sucked. It was disorienting and heavy and made you sick to your stomach. Space station alums always talked about re-entry and how bad that was, but you thought sitting in a NASA hospital bed while your equilibrium readjusted was way worse than your fireball craft plummeting into the ocean.

“This fucking sucks,” You groaned, again throwing your hand over to pull out the IV. You hated how hard it was to move (and how you actually had to hold up a cup of water to get a drink but that was beside the point).

“Whoa babe, I know you’re a little out of it right now, but that has to stay in. Just try and relax for a little while,” Kelley said, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of your knuckles.

You frowned at her through heavy-lidded eyes. “Don’t wanna be here. Wanna be home with you.”

“I know, but you gotta stay here until the re-entry symptoms have worn off a little more,” She said again. She knew that you weren’t going to be 100% when you stepped out of the spacecraft, but she hadn’t expected you to be so out of it. You were sick to your stomach and entirely unable to walk without assistance.

The doctors assured her that you would be fine (residual effects from not being in gravity for so long and the impact of the landing or whatever), but it was still difficult to watch. It didn’t help that you were a horrendous patient.

“Just watch the game. The US is even in Blue,” Kelley tried to coax. Even she was beginning to grow restless. But you couldn’t leave until you could keep down solid foods.

“I don’t want to watch. You’re not in it,” You said, grabbing the remote from her and turning the television off. Then you tried to set the remote in the air, but instead of hovering like it should have done, it dropped to the ground.

“Alright, commander Y/l/n. It’s dinner time,” one of the NASA hospital nurses said, bringing in a tray for you. Kelley thanked them as they left since you were too dazed to think of it.

“God this food sucks, I hate jello ” you grumbled, lifting the spoon in front of your face (fully expecting it to float so you could take your bite) and dropping it as you want to open the pudding packet instead. “I just want a big juicy cheeseburger. With bacon and onions and-“ You trailed off, your mouth watering at the thought. You hadn’t had proper food in 8 months, and it had been your major cravings food.

“A side of diabetes” she scoffed, picking up the discarded remote and spoon, “And are you going to keep dropping things everywhere?” She asked, carefully filling a spoon with chocolate pudding and guiding it to your mouth.

“Fuck Newton. Things are supposed to float,”

****

You loved the soft skin behind Kelley’s ear. It was so smooth, and it always smelt like a mix of her perfume, shampoo, and something inherently Kelley. It was a bonus that your exploration of the area always sent a shiver down her spine. You ran your nose along the skin there, nibbling on her ear before moving down her neck. Leaving little kisses along your path. Kelley sighed, sleepily scratching your scalp and tilting her head to the side to encourage you to continue.

“You,” Kelley said. “ I like you.”

“Hm, I’m glad. It would be kinda scary if you were doing this with someone you didn’t like,” you mumbled against her skin, unwilling to part with it for even a moment. Kelley giggled at the tickling sensation. How you still had so much energy after you had thoroughly worn her out getting… reacquainted she would never know.

“But what do you like most. Tell me, babe,” You said, moving your lips a little lower, towards where her shoulder and neck met.

“I love… your ass. It’s out of this world.” She said sleepily, reaching around to grab her favorite asset of yours.

“Well, it has been,” You laughed, pulling away reluctantly so you could look her in the eyes.

“Shut up you goof,” She rolled her eyes, grabbing a pillow and whacking you lightly. You fell over dramatically, pulling her so she was on top of you.

“Hm, I’m your goof,”

“Yeah. You are. And babe?” She smiled down at you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

“Hmm?” You hummed against her lips. She leaned back to look you in the eyes, one forearm across your chest and her other hand beside your head supporting her.

“No more space travel for a while?”

“Pinky promise,” You said, wiggling your hand so your littlest finger connected with hers.

“Good. I can’t believe I was dating someone from TEXAS for a while.” Kelley pretended to shudder. “Jus think, one of your coworkers might have been a Houston dash supporter!”

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #literalhedgehog #kelley o'hara x reader #kelley o'hara imagine

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burntmcnuggies · 3 years

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A Good Sidekick

Manipulative Hawks x Reader

Warnings; sexual content 18+, thigh riding, oral sex (receiving and giving), possessive hawks, manipulative behavior, slightly yandere if you squint, and strong language.

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It was finally happening, you were finally becoming a sidekick, and to your favorite hero Hawks no less! It was the happiest moment of your life when you heard his receptionist happily congratulate you on your new position. You were practically bouncing off the walls at the news. You were quick to text all your friends, especially Rumi knowing that she sorta knew the winged-hero. She warned you briefly about how manipulative the pro was, and how lazy he could be. She even told stories of how she had to team up with him and he never did any of the paperwork. Poor Rumi went on an hour spiel about it, still irritated at the higher ranked hero’s negligence for his important paperwork. Besides that, you were still over the moon about meeting him!

If only you knew how dangerous that was.

Your first day rolled around and you walked into his agency, vastly spacious and lively with other pros and staff. Everyone greeted you kindly, introducing themselves and giving you a pathetic good luck once you made your way to the front desk. The receptionist looked up at you, her eyes trailing up and down your body with a slight furrow in her brows. “Oh, you must be Ms. (L/N).” Her snobby attitude rubbed you the wrong way, but you decided to keep your mouth shut about it and pretend you didn’t just hear anything. You nodded, telling her you were there to see Hawks. Her lips twitched in annoyance, showing you that she was indeed one of his thirsty fans. “Let me ring him, make sure he’s-“

“Ah! There’s my new sidekick!” As if on cue, the number two pro hero sauntered over with his hands in his pockets, large wings tucked behind him to make him more approachable, less intimidating. Your eyes cast upwards hearing his friendly voice, a smile creeping it’s way to your lips. “Good morning, Hawks.” You greeted politely, standing in front of him while the receptionist quickly stood and blushed, greeting Hawks with her hands in front of her. He grinned and gave her a wink and wave, giving her a morning greet as well. “So, are you ready to go, birdie?” He asked with smirk, wings twitching and slowly unfurling to show you a sneak peek of just how large they were.

“Yes, I hope we work well together!”

——

After about a month being Hawks’ sidekick you were absolutely exhausted. They weren’t kidding when they said he was too fast for his own good. The man could make it all the way across Japan in seconds without breaking a sweat. You also learned fairly quickly that a lot of his time was spent lazily patrolling, giving fan service and autographs, and stuffing his face full of junk food and chicken. This wasn’t at all how you expected to spend your first month as Hawks’ sidekick to be like. You were hoping you’d take down some villains, have Hawks praise you and have that feeling of knowing you helped people. But all you got was being the background character for Hawks’ show, his one man show. You began to wonder why he even wanted a sidekick.

“It’d look good on my reputation. Takin’ in a fresh new hero and bein’ a mentor. It bodes well with the approval ratings don’tcha think?” Well, that made you feel like absolute shit. Of course you were expecting that kind of answer knowing the winged-hero and how he loved to push peoples buttons occasionally. You just weren’t quite ready for it yet. “Awe, don’t look so sad, birdie. You’re my favorite side kick.” You were his only sidekick, his first one to be exact. So, you cut him a little slack judging by this was his first sidekick as the 22 year-old continued to rise in popularity and recognition. “Oh I’m not upset, Hawks. Just tired of doing this lame paperwork you should be doing yourself.”

“But I really appreciate you doin’ it for me!” He gave you a cheeky lob-sided smile and kicked his feet up on his desk. A heavy sigh left your lips, reluctantly going back to breaking your wrist over doing his paperwork for hours. After a couple minutes you heard the shifting of clothes and movement from Hawks’ desk. You peered up to see him walking over to you with a smile. “C’mon birdie, we’re goin’ out.” You quickly stood and followed him out of his office, an excited expression smearing over your face. He shoved his hands in his pockets and flared his wings out behind you. “S-So what’re we doing? Are we going to kick some villain ass? Are we going to meet up and help some heroes out? Oh! Or are we going to help the police!”

“You’ll see, birdie.”

——

“Man! I sure was starved! Thanks for treatin’ me out to lunch, my amazing sidekick!”

Oh, so you were treating him out to lunch now? You’re paying? Even though he’s the one who brought you here? You were starting to lose respect for him every moment you spent with him. A small tick mark appeared on your forehead, and you sent the winged-man a harsh glare snatching the menu off the table before looking over the food. Might as well go with it, he is the number two hero, you couldn’t afford to go to a new agency when you’re this far along. Your eyes almost bulged out of your head at the expensive prices. “Hawks! I-I don’t have this kind of money! I-i can’t afford anything on this menu except water!” Your heart was sinking to the pits of your stomach, already envisioning your wallet producing cobwebs in a matter of seconds once he drained you of every penny you owned. You were broke out of your panicked nightmare when his laughter pierced your eardrums. “I’m just playin’ birdie. I thought I’d treat you out to some food since I haven’t been the best boss to you lately. Get whatever your little heart desires!”

You looked up at him surprised, not really knowing how to take in his offer of buying you lunch. It was definitely true you were working hard, so having Hawks treat you to lunch wasn’t too bad... right? No way, then you’d owe the bastard a favor. “Thank you, Hawks. But really, I can’t. I’ll just have a water and pick up something on my way-“ He silenced you with his index finger, smushing your lips against your teeth. A suggestive smirk spread across his lovely pale pink lips, thumb slowly caressing your bottom lip before he gripped your chin. He brought his face closer, eyes staring directly into yours. Furious flurries of golden clashing with the sea of (E/C) that was fading as your pupils dilated in surprise. “I said I was treating you didn’t I? So just order whatever you want, or I’m gonna order the most expensive thing on the menu for you whether you eat it or not. I’d choose if I were you, birdie. Wouldn’t want an empty stomach before patrol would we?”

Damn, how manipulative he could be. Hawks knew how to push people’s buttons to get what he wanted in the end, and that’s exactly what he was doing to you. Forcing you into a situation to guilt you. After you reluctantly agreed and ordered something small, he began to talk your ear off. His hands flew here and there, his smile widening with every word that spewed out of his mouth. You had no idea Hawks could talk so much, and about nothing at that. Most of his one-sided conversation was about how much he loved chicken and food in general, then brief mentions of his modeling career on the side. One thing that interested you during his spiel was how much he admired Endeavor. Why had Hawks became a pro instead of becoming a sidekick?

“Why didn’t you go to Endeavor’s agency and be his sidekick instead of starting your own agency? Seems like you’ve admired him even before you started it.” His eyes widened in surprise, a bit taken aback by the question. The feathers in his strong wings rippled slowly, twitching as they tightened against his back. You’d made him uncomfortable. “Endeavor wouldn’tve accepted me no way! Our quirks are totally incompatible. Plus, it’s more fun being in my own agency where I can do as I please!” His smile faltered for a moment, before he brightened it forcefully, laughing it off and taking a sip of his drink. You frowned. You were no idiot. You knew he was lying. “If you didn’t want to tell me the truth you could’ve just said so instead of lie.”

“Ah, so you saw through my lie?” A teasing smirk plastered his lips, cementing itself there like that just to tease you. You couldn’t force down the light blush that dusted across your cheeks at his smirk, but you shook it off quickly, remembering your professional relationship with the pro. “It wasn’t that difficult. Judging by the look of surprise on your face I figured you’d tell me a lie.” He laughed and shrugged his shoulders back throwing his hands up in defeat. His eyes closed and he showed off a charming grin. “Didn’t think you’d notice that! You’re pretty smart birdie I’ll give ya that.” Was that an insult or a compliment...? Who cares, foods here! Time to dig in.

“Thanks! Looks delicious as always, my compliments to the chef.” He winked at the waiter charmingly and she bowed respectfully leaving the two of you alone. He immediately began digging in, stuffing his face until his cheeks looked like a chipmunks. “Geez Hawks... you act like you haven’t eaten in weeks. You’re making a huge mess.” Leaning across the table with a napkin in your hand, you wipe his cheek and dab his lips, frowning at the mess he’s making. He mumbled something with his mouth full, making your frown deepen more in disgust. He swallowed and laughed. “Ya know, you should just be my wife instead of my sidekick. You already take care of me so well!”

“Haha, very funny Hawks.” An eye roll is given as a response along with your words, digging into your own small meal you got for half of what Hawks got his. He stayed silent while he ate, letting you enjoy the small serene moments of silence with him before he was back to teasing you and asking you to do his work for him. “Come on, Hawks. I think I’ve been good, can’t you do your paperwork just this week? Please? And then I’ll do it next week?” Oh how he was spiraling into a dangerous field of temptation. Yeah, you have been a good girl, so good he wants to bend you over his desk and fuck you. He knew it wasn’t the right time though, you were still getting adjusted to him. Maybe a few more weeks... if he could hold out that long.

“Alright, alright, fine. You’ve twisted my wings, birdie. You tricky little minx you are.” He smuggly smirked and looked over at your food, eyes staring a little too intently. He was staring at your breasts, playing it off as staring at your food. “You gonna eat the rest of that? ‘Cause I’ll totally eat the rest.” You smiled shaking your head and slid the remaining bits of your small meal over to him, letting him plumpen his belly. Afterwards, he was a gentlemen, and took you back to your house, not wanting a pretty, fertile girl like you to walk by herself. “Thank you, Hawks... I really needed that. I was beginning to feel down.” He cocked his head to the side in confusion, his poor birdbrain becoming jumbled.

“Why would you feel down? You’re doin’ a good job! I’ve never met anyone who could keep up with me as good as you can!” His usual heart stopping smile spread onto his soft lips, pearly white teeth showing. Your heart soared at the praise from your favorite hero, doubts slowly washing away like the tides. “Oh... w-well all I did was do paperwork and just walk with you... I’ve never been a sidekick, so I wasn’t sure if I was doing something wrong or not.” Hawks let out a held in sigh, his shoulders slumping with his lip sticking out in thought. His hands went behind his head as his walked down the street to your home with you. “To be honest, I don’t know either. I’m just doin’ my thing with someone else! Nothin’ too different.”

“And I’m really glad to spend time with you, Hawks. I was just hoping my time as a sidekick would be more... exciting ya know?” Hawks didn’t respond as you both neared the entrance to your low budget apartment. You stopped in front of your door, fishing for your keys before he spoke. “Tell ya what, tomorrow I’ll see if I can trade patrol routes with someone, and we’ll go patrol somewhere with a lotta crime. Sound fun, birdie?” He didn’t miss when your eyes sparkled brightly at his proposal, smiling genuinely at your pure excitement. Taking hold of your keys tightly, you grinned ear to ear, nodding enthusiastically. “Yeah! That sounds great! I’ll see you tomorrow Hawks, thank you so much for buying me dinner and talking to me... it really meant a lot.”

“No problem, baby girl. Get in, get some rest, we’ve got a busy day ahead of us!” He smirked and gave you a wink, waving as he lifted his wings and took to the skies outside your apartment complex. You stood still briefly, thinking about what he’d said. ‘Baby girl’? What did that even mean? He usually called you ‘Birdie’ but baby girl? He sure was getting more cocky and flirtatious with you. Yet again, Hawks was a huge flirt with everyone, mainly to keep up his reputation as a friendly supportive hero. His fan service is what made girls swoon for him. However, you weren’t really affected by it, you wanted to remain professional with Hawks, nothing more, nothing less.

He had other plans.

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Two more months past easily. You were starting to get more and more used to Hawks’ antics and behavior. He hired two more sidekicks, primarily to clean up after his messes so he could drag you along to the next distress call, all to see that smile on your face. Other than finally being able to work a lot more, you grew closer to Hawks personally. You discovered his favorite coffee, favorite food, restaurant, places to go, and what he enjoyed doing in his free time. The wall that divided friendship and a friendly co-worker relationship remained established by you, becoming uncomfortable when he would start to casually touch you inappropriately. In a way co-workers shouldn’t be doing.

The relationship between you both was complicated in the eyes of others, especially when Hawks was so persistent. He would come behind you and swing his arm around your shoulders, fingers occasionally brushing gently over your breasts. Then you had the slight PDA. If you were on patrol and some guy walked a bit too close to you, Hawks would place his hand on the small of your back, his thumb stroking slowly, dangerously close to touching your ass. It didn’t help when his wing would cover your body and shield you away from everyone. His flirting became sexual fairly quick, and you were beginning to become more and more uncomfortable by the day. Just like now.

Hawks ordered you to lay down on the couch in his office while he cut your nails. Why? Who fucking knew. He explained it was a bird thing. His hands were bare of gloves, jacket discarded to rest over you to keep you warm in his slightly cool office. His rough fingers glided across yours gently, trimming your nails like an expert. “Do you trim your nails a lot, Hawks? I feel like I’m about to get a professional manicure.” He laughed and rose his hand further up your hand to your wrist, golden eyes admiring your fingers closely. His warm hand carefully began to glide up your forearm, then back down, caressing your skin. A chill ran down your spine at his lack of response. “H-Hawks?”

“Ya know birds preen themselves and their mates? The males...” He began to lean in closer towards your face, pupils dilating while he focused solely on you. You attempted to pull your hand back away from him but he continued. “They’ll preen their feathers to look their best to court fertile females.” That word made your stomach twist in fear. The word ‘fertile’ was such an animalistic and carnal way of viewing a significant other. You could now smell the heavy musk of his cologne, the minty scent of his breath, and the hot gaze he had fixated on you. He was intoxicating. “And the males will preen the females, and feed them, and take care of them while the females raise the chicks.”

“W-What’re you s-saying all of a sudden...?” He only stared into your eyes with a smirk, wings stretching out behind him while his other hand finally came to rest on your thigh. His wings began to close in around you both, before his phone rang. Tearing himself away from you, he plucked his phone from his pocket and gave off a cheesy smile. “Hawks here, whatcha need?” You were struggling to regain your composure from what had just happened, but the shock would settle into your brain somehow. You should’ve expected this from Hawks, he was a flirt sure, but to the extent of explaining avian courtship with you? What was he even getting at? “We’re on our way.” He hung up the phone abruptly and slung his coat off you and onto himself. His gloves slid on easily, looking at you in confusion.

“What’re you doin’? Let’s go! We’ve got work to do, birdie.”

——

“Man that was boring. At least I got to stretch my wings out a bit, right birdie?” Hawks grinned and looked back at your dizzy form struggling to stand due to the speed and harsh jerks while Hawks was flying you to the distress call. You propped a hand against the wall and covered your mouth briefly before swallowing thickly and coughing. “Y-Yeah... right... not like I almost died flying with you or anything...” He let out an obnoxious heart fluttering laugh and walked on over to you, smiling smugly as he handed you his stack of paperwork from the distress call. You stared at it for a moment, then looked back up at him, tempted to wipe that smug look right off his pretty face. “Well... to repay you, I’ll just go on ahead and give you my paperwork, then you can have the day off tomorrow. Sound like a plan?”

A grumble came from your lips in response, sitting on the couch and looking through what was needed to be done. There was no way Hawks was actually going to let you have a day off. The last one you did have he came to your home and told you to get dressed, that you both were going on a mission. Sadly that mission ending in chicken nuggets, a lowly robber trying to rob a gas station, and more paperwork for you. “Like you’re gonna give me a peaceful day off tomorrow, Hawks. Might I remind you that my last day off you dragged me out of my house the entire day? The time before that you wouldn’t stop texting me about how bored you were, and spammed me every time I didn’t answer.” A small huff is directed towards him, and he only laughs in response, shrugging his shoulders dismissively.

“What can I say, I miss you baby girl. I always like havin’ my favorite side kick by my side, fightin’ crime... and helping me get one step closer to my dream for this world.” Your eyes softened at Hawks’ kind words, a smile spreading over your lips. Maybe Hawks genuinely did think you were a good sidekick. Maybe you were a bit too hard on him, a friendship could actually work between the two of you. “You’re the best fucking side kick ever, birdie. Ya know that?” He questioned, wings slowly expanding while he came around beside you and plopped down. His wings came behind you, his legs spread wide apart and nudging your knee. “But there’s still more room to improve, birdie. You wanna know how to be an even better side kick?”

“How?” You tilted your head in curiosity, momentarily stopping your assault on the pile of papers you had in front of you to look him in the eye. Hawks turned his body towards you, wing covered your bodies from the door so no one would see. His eyes had once again filled with carnal desire, his tongue sliding across his lips. “By kissin’ me. Right now. Right here on the lips.” He pat his soft pale pink lips, a devilish smirk spreading over his lovely pretty face. Your eyes widened in shock, freezing in your tracks as those words processed in your brain. “Wh-What?” You thought you heard him wrong, did he actually just ask you to kiss him? You must be hearing things or he must have flew into a window, cause there was no way in hell, the Hawks just demanded you kiss him. “I think you heard me baby girl, you’re just playin’ with me aren’tcha?”

“H-Hawks that’s very inappropriate... I’m your sidekick... we shouldn’t-“ He cut you off by grabbing your chin, his deep golden eyes burning holes through your skull as he stared at you with a predatory gaze. You swallowed thickly, feeling utterly trapped by his hypotonic gaze. “There’s nothin’ inappropriate about it. You’re just a good lil’ sidekick, who wants to show her hero how much she appreciates him, right? That’s what we’re doin’ love bird, unless... you’re not a good girl? And you don’t appreciate everything I’ve done for you.” This was definitely peer pressure and sexual harassment. One kiss couldn’t hurt right? Then he would leave you alone, let you finish your work, and you could be on your merry way back to the comfort of your bed. “Just... one kiss okay?”

“That’ll depend on how good ya kiss me.” He smirked smugly and brought your faces closer together, his head slowly moving to the side. Your noses brushed together, the contact making your whole body shudder under his touch. His eyes scanned yours, a smirk still tugging at his lips as he waited for you to lean in the rest of the way. Swallowing thickly and trying to calm your racing heart, you rested your hands on his chest, slowly leaning in and molding your lips together with his. You were going to pull away, but he harshly grabbed the back of your head and jerked your head back by your hair, deepening the kiss. Your eyes jerked open in shock, hands clenching together against his chest, weakly trying to push him off.

His wings spread wide around you both, feathers rippling and shivering under the pleasure of your lips finally against his. He had only dreamed of having you like this. Hawks knew he needed to keep himself contained for the moment, he wasn’t done playing with you just yet. His tongue slid over your lips, digging his slimy muscle between your plush lips, grazing your teeth with his tongue. You slowly opened your mouth, deciding it would be better to give him what he wanted than to have him whine and manipulate you for more. His tongue was hot, spit exchanging between your mouths as hot breathes were exhaled into each other when you parted for air. There was something that was keeping you glued to him —much to your disliking. His touch felt too good to let go of.

“Fuck, baby.” Hearing him curse like that made your legs twitch in your seat, a sudden rush of heat making your love parts tingle in excitement. Spit ran down your chin as he continued his assault on your mouth, thick gloved hands roughly grabbing your shoulders and moving down your chest, giving your breasts a firm squeeze. This was when you pushed him off, his tongue lulling out of his mouth, both your saliva coating his dripping muscle. “J-Just that one kiss! That’s it! N-Now can I... c-can I go home?” His only response was the dispersing of his wings to shrug his jacket off, dark vermillion feathers coming back to bring his intimidating wings back to life. He wiped his mouth on his now bare hands, smirking with a knowing grin. “Nah, I ain’t satisfied yet. I think I need s’more kisses from my good sidekick.”

The blush burning your cheeks only grew more prominent when he pulled you over to the couch in his office, plopping you on his lap before running his hands over your waist. His eyes roamed over your body lovingly, biting his lip in anticipation once he looked back up into your waiting eyes. “Kiss me everywhere, baby. Show me just how much you appreciate me, yeah? How much you love your brave handsome hero.” You shifted uncomfortably on his lap, clothed sex slowly brushing against his thigh while you leaned in close to his lips. Your fingers glided over his cheek, kissing him once again before trailing slow tender kisses across his cheek and down to his stubble. That small patch of hair that made him look more like a man than a pretty boy. “Yeah, love bird. Your lips feel amazing on me, keep goin’.”

Spurred on by his praise, you continued to kiss down his neck, biting gently near his Adam’s Apple and give it a nice lick. Your kisses fell to his clothed collar bones, kissing over his shoulders and down his sternum. Your body was growing hotter by the second as Hawks piercing gaze remained on you while you moved to the floor between his legs. A low groan rumbled in his throat when you began to kiss his abdomen while running your fingers down his slim waist and over his lovely abs. “Fuck, birdie. This ain’t your first time is it? I bet you’ve done this plenty of times. I can smell your arousal all the way from up here, damn.” His husky words sent more warmth between your legs, feeling a noticeable wetness start to build up in your panties. It made you ashamed at how wet your boss was making you.

“N-No, sir... I’ve only done this... once or twice...” Hawks’ sadistically cruel smirk widened upon hearing you voice your vague inexperience. He ran his fingers through your hair, slowly running over your cheek before he pushed your head away from his lower abdomen with his palm. “Well... you’re acting like a total slut. A slut for me, yeah? You’d spread your legs for your hero wouldn’t you? It’d make you the best sidekick in the world.” His deep manipulatively sultry voice echoed in your ears, turning your brain into mush. Hawks slowly brought his hands away from your face and moved his tight shirt up his abdomen, hands immediately going back to fumble with his belt. Two large H’s hung loosely to the sides while his fingers slowly pulled the zipper down, bright crimson wings fluttering in excitement. “Hawk got your tongue, love bird?”

You swallowed and answered quickly. “Y-Yes sir... wait, I-I mean no. I don’t... I don’t want this Hawks.” Your arms lowered to covered your chest defensively, a blush rising against your cheeks. Still, you couldn’t ignore the wetness that gathered between your legs. Now Hawks was getting forceful. “Why not? I can smell how aroused you are down there. You want it too, you can’t deny that, birdie. What’s holdin’ you back from letting me fuck you so fuckin’ hard against my couch, huh?” His question was poisonous, daring you to say one word of rejection before he would pounce on you and infect your body with his lust. You shifted under his harsh pressure, squeezing your arms tighter against you. “I... I don’t know...“

“Then stop resisting, and be a good girl. Wouldn’t want me to punish you, right?” His thumb lightly ran over your bottom lip, ever so slightly pushing your top lip up to hook his thumb in your cheek. You swallowed and obediently parted your teeth and lips to suck on his thumb, succumbing to your arousal and his persistent advances. “Awah, there’s my good girl.” Hawks lightly smacked your cheek with his other hand, growling lowly as the tent in his pants grew. He pulled his thumb from your mouth, smearing your saliva back onto your lips before palming his erection. “Mmff... C’mere baby girl, come gimme a kiss real quick, huh?”

You shakily stood, legs almost giving out from the amount of heat swimming around your head. You leaned down, obediently kissing your boss’s lips sweetly before he pulled away to snap out your next order with authority. “Strip. Now.” His deep gravely growl sparked an unknown fire inside your heart to please. You’d always been somewhat of a people pleaser, and right now, you wanted to please the fuck out of Hawks. You stood from the floor, staring straight into his eyes while you unzipped your hero costume, the sound exciting the pro more. His lip caught between his teeth, eyelids hooding over his gorgeously animalistic golden eyes. He groped and grabbed at himself, groaning lowly when you started to slip the material off your shoulders and down your waist, revealing your lovely clothed breasts to him. “Fuck, birdie. You’re so fucking gorgeous, damn.”

Once you had unzipped it all the way, you peeled it off your body, showing him inch by inch of your smooth plush skin. He watched carefully as your feet slipped from the last parts of the costume, excitedly watching you reach behind yourself to unclip your bra. “There ya go, birdie. Gimme more.” The fabric slid off your shoulders, nipples hardening at the cool air hitting them. It didn’t help that Hawks wings beat aggressively at the mere sight of your breasts in front of his avian eyes. His jaw clenched harshly, his palm crushing harder onto his hard cock, aching for some sort of relief from the tightness. “Oh fuck, C’mere love bird.”

He roughly grabbed you and yanked your panties off with one harsh jerk, shamefully making you wetter at his roughness. His hands shakily shuffled to push his pants down to his knees, instantly attaching up to your hips and pulling you onto his thigh. Hawks attacked your lips once again, rubbing his hands up and down your sides before harshly pulling you back and forth against his muscular thigh. Your nimble fingers tangled into his messy golden hair, your head tilting back in ecstasy at the amazing friction of his thigh on your sopping cunt. “Mmm... so wet for me, you like ridin’ my thigh? Yeah? You like me shovin’ you back and forth, grindin’ my thigh against your cute little pussy, achin’ to be filled by my fat cock. Ain’t that right?”

“Yes, ahhh... mhm! F-Feels good, sir...” His hands smushed your cheeks together, forcefully bringing your face towards him and sloppily kissing you. A deep groan went into your mouth while his tongue worked wonders to your own mouth. Your hands slowly slid up his other thigh, resting your thumb on the underside of his clothed cock. It was so warm, and hard, you couldn’t help but let your eyes roll back into your skull as you imaged how good it’d feel inside. “You want it? Tell me...” He leaned close to your ear, groaning deeply at how good your sweet pussy felt against his thigh, slick with your arousal all for him. He breathed huskily in your ear, nudging his cheek against yours. “Tell me how fucking bad you want it.”

“I... I want it, Hawks... I want it... s-so badly, sir...” He chuckled against your ear, the vibrations of his deep voice sending goosebumps down your spine. His semi-large warm hands pressed you harder down on his muscular thighs, his thumb coming down to rub harshly on your clit. “What is it you want, baby girl? What d’you want? I won’t know unless you tell your hero properly.” The egotistical smirk returned, his teeth peeking from between his soft pink lips, teasing you. He pulled you close to him, slamming your lips together against for another passionate sloppy kiss before he yanked you away with your hair. “Say it, right fuckin’ now.”

“I-I want your... f-fat cock Hawks...” He pondered for a moment if he even wanted to accept. He snaps his fingers unexpectedly and points to the floor. Immediately understanding what he wanted, you got on your knees between his legs, staring lewdly at the bulge in his boxers, mouth already salivating at the thought of pleasing him and hearing praise. “You’ll take it in your mouth first, right? Make it all nice ‘n wet for that slippery pussy.” His dirty words had a sinful effect on you, urging you and plaguing your mind to try harder. Your hands moved up his thighs, his warm skin making your body all the more hot. “Y-Yes sir, anything for you...” Once your finger tips met fabric you slid your pads over his raging hard on, slowly hooking over the hem of his boxers, pulling them down slowly.

Your face lit up in embarrassment once he was displayed all for you. His cock sprang free from its confines, lightly hitting his abdomen as small pearls of his sweet pre cum oozed from the tip. His wings fluffed up at the chilling air sweeping over his steamy cock. “Well? What’re you waitin’ for baby girl? Go on and suck your hero’s cock.” You could practically hear his grin, his cockiness shining through his lack of embarrassment to hide himself. He knew he looked good, Hawks was very attractive, but he was also well equipped down under all his baggy clothes. You carefully leaned forward, anxiety shooting through your veins as you gave his ruby red tip a kitten lick. “C’mon birdie, you can do better than that can’tcha? I thought you wanted to be a better sidekick. Guess I was wro- Oh fuck!”

You didn’t let him finish before you grabbed the base a little firmly and took him into your mouth, teeth slightly grazing his cock. “N-No teeth baby! Ahah fuck! Your mouth is so fuckin’ warm baby girl... you damn slut.” Your eyes instinctively squeezed shut hearing his degrading comments. It made you ashamed how much he turned you on. You were dripping and aching to be filled by his hard cock, but you also loved the passionate fore play. “Yeah, suck my cock harder, yeah birdie oh fuck yeah!” His hands shifted through your hair, messing it up in the process. You obeyed him, turning your head to the side and taking him in deeper. Inch, by inch, his steamy cock disappeared into your hot mouth. His head threw back momentarily at your harsh sucks, mouth gaping and panting loudly. “Ahgh! Yeah! Just like that, just like that, oohhoo fuck...”

Drops of pearly pre cum smeared over your tongue and the back of your throat, the sweet taste making everything hazy. His tip grazed your uvula, making you slightly gag, but you forced it down, taking his cock all the way down till your nose bumped against his pubic bone. His musky smell only became more clear, your nose buried in his curly blonde pubes, chin brushing briefly against his plumply perfect balls, full of potent cum to knock up fertile little birds like you. His hands suddenly fisted your hair into a tight grip, pulling you back and then back down, a gagging sound resonating in your throat. “I’m almost there...! Shit!” He jerked your head back and forth, tears prickling at the sides of your eyes. He threw his head back, growling through grit teeth as his dick twitched inside. “Cumming! Fuck!”

He shoved your face flush against his crotch, salty spurts of white shooting to the back of your throat. His head hung low quickly, panting and rasping out a few curses. Your eyes fluttered open, a few stray tears falling when you go to look up at him. His sexy golden eyes are squeezed shut, his lip caught between his pearly white teeth, cheeks flushed a soft pink with some sweat trickling down the side of his head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Ahh... good girl... so good baby... mmngh.” He slowly opened his eyes, pupils blown up with lust and need. His feathery blonde hair a mess in front of your face stuffed with his cock. He wiped your tears away and pushed your forehead back slowly, groaning as he watched his cum drip down the side of your chin. “Yeah, birdie. Swallow it, swallow all of my sweet nectar. It’s all for you, ya know?”

You sucked on his tip once he got that far pulling it out of your mouth, milking the last bits of cum from his slippery cock. Your tongue moved around the thick liquid, squishing it and mixing it with your own saliva before you shakily swallowed, shivering at the thought of swallowing the number two pro hero’s cum. A low cough burned your throat the moment it struggled to go down your throat, amusing the man above you. “Such a good girl... you deserve a reward don’tcha think? Well, it just so happens I know just the thing to give ya. On the couch, birdie.” You nodded. He pat the couch, smirking smugly when you obediently got on the couch and laid on your back. He quickly stepped out of his underwear, leaving him now completely naked just like you. “Feet on my shoulders, now love bird.”

“H-Hawks what’re you gonna do? I-I’m not ready for that...” You were under the sole impression he was going to stick his cock in you right now, raw, without any preparation or anything. You were happily mistaken. He chuckled, animal-like eyes staring straight into yours while his lips moved from the inside of your knee caps down to your inner thighs. “Oho no, baby girl. I told you I’d reward you didn’ I? And ‘m gonna do just that... by eating out this sloppy pussy of yours.” Without another word, he pushed your legs apart and gave your most private parts a lick with the flat of his tongue. Your back arched, hands flying to the couch to grip onto the expensive leather. “Ahh! Hawks! Wait-!”

“No time for waitin’ birdie, now that I’ve got a taste I want more.” He growled out the last word with a snarl of his lips, sharp canines showing themselves to you as he dove right back in. He gave your wet lips a few kisses, licking small circles with the tip of his tongue, tasting your sweet love juice. “Mmm! Hawks! Stop teasing me you a-assho- Oh! Mm, yes!” Your head unexpectedly lulled backwards, toes curling once he pushed his tongue inside your sopping cunt. Wet and lewd noises came from below you, slurping sounds coming occasionally as Hawks ate you out so good. His teeth mashed against your folds as his tongue pushed deeper inside, sucking your tasty arousal into his mouth. His stubble slightly grazed your pussy, making you squirm.

“Ahh, Hawks, Hawks ngh! It feels so good...!” Your sweet moans spurred him on, his nose bumping against your clit as he ate you out so damn good. His tongue was like magic, your thighs were becoming all the more hot with his large hands pushing them apart. “Mmff~ yeah birdie, keep lettin’ out all those sexy noises. Moan out my name, better yet, scream it. Let everyone know who’s gonna fuck you real nice, and that you’re my birdie. Fuck you taste so damn good.” He growled against your pussy, becoming more ferocious and desperate to taste your cum. Your hands shook harshly against the leather couch, breathing heavy and ragged as the knot in your stomach came close to snapping. “Hawks I’m cumming! Oh god I’m going to cum...! S-So hard, Ahh!”

“Yeah baby, cum on my face! Fuck I want it! Cum for me, oh fuck cum for your hero!” He seemed just as desperate as you are for you to cum. He wanted to taste all your sweet arousal for him, to pride himself in making you cum from his tongue. His thumb harshly pressed and rubbed against your clit, the bundle of nerves making your body twitch in ecstasy. The coil finally snapped, throwing your head back and cumming on his face. “Hawks! Mmm! Hah!” His hot hands grabbed your hips, smushing his face further between your legs, tongue fucking you through your blissful orgasm. Your eyes caught sight of his massive red wings beating weakly and twitching ever so slightly. “Mm, fuck, baby girl, you taste amazing. I can see myself becoming addicted to you... good thing you’re about to be mine~”

He pulled his face away with his lips dripping with your sweet juices, some smeared on his pink cheeks. He clambered on top of you, kissing you passionately, his hands coming to rest against your face in comfort. His tongue weaved it’s way through your swollen lips, letting you have a taste of yourself. He pulled away briefly to pant and stare down at your dripping sensitive pussy while he pushed his fingers in. “Gotta stretch you out the right way, yeah? Gotta make sure your cute little pussy is ready for my fat cock.” He panted softly against the top of your breasts, his hair in your face as he intently watched his fingers disappear. He could feel the ridges of your fluttering walls, the sloppy mess of his saliva and your cum inside making his wings shiver.

“Hawks, wait! It’s s-sensitive! Mm!” His fingers thrust into your core faster, making wet squelching noises while his other hand rubbed against your clit again. He spread his two fingers, stretching out your walls to prepare you for his big cock. “Stop! I’m gonna cum again! I’m-!” He pulled his fingers out quickly and brought his fingers up to his mouth, sucking away your juices before grabbing your hips and yanking you towards his lower half. He growled lowly, his lips now grazing against your ear, his hips rutting against yours, rubbing his already hard cock against your folds. “I want you to cum on my cock... crying out my name, grabbin’ at me and beggin’ me to let you cum... so fucking hard.”

“Y-Yes, Hawks...” You whispered obediently.

“Keigo.” He corrected softly.

“Huh...?” You asked in confusion. His smile turned sad and he pecked your lips, wings coming to cover the both of you. It was his way of telling you and reassuring himself that you were both safe with each other. “It’s... my real name. Keigo Takami. And you can’t tell anyone, okay? Only you can know. I trust you, (Y/N).” There was no ‘baby girl’ ‘birdie’ or any other nickname he’d given you, just your first name, displaying his seriousness. You parted your lips to test his name on your tongue. “Keigo...” You smiled a little, heart warming at the amount of trust Hawks—Keigo had in you. His cheeks darkened with a flustered smile. It was clear that it’s been a while since anyone had ever said his real name. “Yeah baby, feels good hearin’ you say it. Say it s’more.”

“Keigo Takami.”

“Again.”

“Keigo Takami.”

“Fuck, I love you.” He attacked your lips again, not giving you any time to process or respond to his confession of love to you. It had to be a spur of the moment thing. There wasn’t any way in hell he loved you. Your brain barely registered what he had even said when you felt something hot, wet, and hard brush against your entrance. Your fingers ran up his arms, grasping onto his shoulders before he pushed himself in slowly. He parted his lips away to moan in unison with you, panting lightly against your face as he struggled to contain himself. “So damn t-tight... feels so good, fuck.” The hero’s blunt nails dig harshly into the leather couch, his teeth coming to rest in his lower lip, trying his hardest to resist fucking you as hard as he could right now. He need to make this moment memorable. The first time you had sex with him.

“Keigo it’s... it’s so hot... ahh, I-it’s still going!” You hook your arms under his and pull him closer, his own arms collapsing beside you to have his elbows near your head. His golden eyes focused on your lewd expression, drinking in every detail with his sharp avian eyes. “Almost there, love bird, almost there. Fuck, you look so damn sexy gettin’ stuffed with my cock, hah~ Do you like it? You like my cock slowly goin’ inside you baby?” Your head nods eagerly, blunt nails digging crescents into the hero’s back. Finally he stopped his hips, panting against your face as his golden eyes searched for any signs of wanting to back out. When he saw none, he let out a breathy chuckle. “Damn, you really are a slut... I wonder, if you were Endeavors sidekick, would you let him do this to you?”

“H-Huh? N-no- mmm! Keigo!” He pulled out and slammed it back in unexpectedly, the sound of leather being scrunched in his palms echoing beside your ear. Your passionate hero slammed his hips against yours, harsh pants beside your ear with a sliver of a groan. “L-Liar... hah, you’d let... anyone do this to you wouldn’t you? You just want a big... fat cock buried inside you! Ain’t that r-right, love bird?” Your hands were clawing at his back, desperate for something to hold onto so you wouldn’t be forced away from him. It definitely helped him slam his cock deeper inside. Your head frantically shook, hands shifting to run through his hair and to touch his face, trying to stare into his golden eyes. “N-No Keigo! Mmm! I only want you! Please! Ahh!”

“Yeah, yeah that’s right baby, you’re fucking mine! All mine to... tease and p-please all I want! Yeah? Yeah?! Ohhh yes baby, yes.” The air around you was becoming thick, a steamy tension that you could probably cut with a knife. Your eyes were already rolling back into your skull at all of the blissfully sinful stuff Keigo was doing to you. He was hitting all the right places, the rigid movements of his cock making you go wild. Keigo was soaking in all of your lewd moans and cries of his real name, loving the way your body ached to keep him close. “Such a good girl. What a good, ahhh... sidekick you are, hmm? Lettin’ your favorite hero... shove his cock inside you like this. Ahh, hah, yeah... so good.”

He slowed the rolling of his hips to a steady, deep pace. He would pull out only to push harshly back inside until his balls painfully pressed against your curvy ass. Keigo watched your body shudder harshly under him, smirking as his teeth grit together attempting to push his cock deeper inside. His slicked up cock head met the opening of your cervix, a moan slipping past him once he felt the entrance to your fertile womb. “Ooohhh fuck. Baby you’re driving me fuckin’ wild!” He leaned over your head, his breath gently hitting your face before he sucked in a breath and smashed his lips against yours in a fiery passion. He moved his hips up and down, the friction of his skin on yours burning your sore thighs more than they already were. “Mmm, K-Kei-... go~”

The call of his name between sloppy kisses urged him to pull out only to thrust back inside a bit more shallower. His lips parted from yours and he began to kiss your neck while he picked up his pace. Hickeys soon blossomed over your neck, indicating you were his. The large red wings on his back were twitching and flapping in tension. Smaller feathers fell to the floor as they shook loose from his avian limbs. Your breasts bounced with every thrust he made inside, slowly jerking your body up and down the leather. The couch weakly moaned at the weight and rapid movement of the hero’s hips. “Mmm, do you hear that? Hah... the wet sloshing of your p-pussy... gettin’ fucked by my cock so deep...”

“Yes... yes I hear it! Oh, Keigo!” He continued, slamming inside of you aggressively and possessively, making it his soul goal to make you cum all over his hard cock. His wings were twitching and spreading wider, flapping harder as he neared his climax. Papers went flying as his wings knocked them off the coffee table, a couple nick nacks tumbling to the floor. “Tell me, mmm! How good of a sidekick you are... how good It feels being pumped full of cock... ngh, fuck! And how much you need me! C’mon birdie say it!” His hips were beginning to falter and become clumsy and organized, his moans getting louder. You were beginning to feel a tight knot forming in the pit of your stomach, walls clenching around his cock.

“Keigo! I’m a good sidekick! It-! It feels so-! Ahhh! Feels so good inside! I need you so bad! Oh fuck! ’m gonna cum!” He moaned deeply into your face, biceps shuttering beside you as his muscles began to tighten with tension. He fucked through your tightness, moaning uncontrollably and babbling about how close he was. “I’m close, oh fuck I’m close. I’m so close. You’re m-milking my cock so fucking good! Yeah, mmm! Milk my cock! Squeeze every... bit of my cum out! Y-Yeah? C’mon baby! Cum for me!” It didn’t take much more before you were clawing at his back with your thighs trembling, toes curling wildly. Your head threw back, back arching with a very loud shout of ecstasy as you came all over his warm cock. “OH GOD! KEIGO!”

“Yes, yes, fuck, yeah, yeah, yeah, FUCK! Oh shit! I’m cum- NGH!” Keigo’s wings shot towards the ceiling, sharp feathers scattered and flying away as he lost control of his body, mind hazy and incapable of controlling his quirk fully. He sheathed his hips inside, gooey head smushing against your cervix to give you his potent seed. His mouth hung open with stuttering raspy gasps and pants. “I love you, I love you so much, love bird.” He weakly rolled his hips back into yours, cum soaked balls pattering against your ass softly. With his cum pathetically fucked back into your pussy, he pulled out and sat up on his haunches, staring down at the mess you both made. “F-Fuuuuck... that was... amazing, birdie. You’re the best sidekick in the world... you know that? Spoilin’ me like this.”

“Sh-Shut... up you winged... bastard.” You panted between your uneven breaths, trying to calm your racing heart and staggered breathing. The air was still thick around you both, the smell of sex still evident. There was worry swirling around your head at what had just happened. Your first thought was to go home, clean up, and buy some plan B since the bird brain had mindlessly came inside you. But that wasn’t the biggest concern. What was Keigo going to do now that he had gotten what he wanted? He’d manipulated you into having sex with him, praising you like a lover would. You couldn’t help but wonder if all of this was just some game to get into your pants. What you didn’t know was that he was waiting for a response to his confession. Now, he needed to confront you. “What’s with the look, love bird? You seem stressed. Regretting sleepin’ with me? You don’t have to be afraid of tellin’ me how you feel! I know it’s intimidating but no need to be afraid.”

“Keig- I-I mean Hawks...” He felt a pang in his heart at the way you corrected yourself from his real name, something he trusted you with. He didn’t regret what he’d done, but this was not the outcome he was expecting. In his slightly delusional thoughts, he figured you would’ve fallen in love with him the moment you kissed. His poor ego would be his downfall. “I don’t know what you were trying to gain from this... well, this wasn’t entirely your fault, I gave in, and I shouldn’t have done that. You’re my boss. And-“ Now he was getting frustrated and impatient. Of course that’s what you thought. He did use his authority and manipulative nature to weave his way into your pants and sprout insecurities and worries within you. “Enough with that already. Who cares if I’m your boss, I thought I’d made it pretty clear I have feelings for you.”

“But- But-“

“And you wouldn’t have slept with me if you actually hated me that much. There’s still a lot you don’t know about me, but I’d be glad to enlighten you.” His golden eyes were becoming more intense and steely, dangerously glinting in a threatening way. If you wouldn’t willingly love him, he would manipulate his way to your heart, exploit you and make sure you believed you love him. Cause if you believed you did, he knew you would eventually love him for real. “Don’t you want to know the secrets of your favorite hero? You wanted to be special? Wanted to rise in the world of being a hero? Let’s face the reality here, you fear of not being successful.”

He was right, and he was slowly breaking you down.

“I’ve done so much for you, (Y/N). So damn much. I think I’ve sacrificed a lot of my time and efforts to try and make you better.” His hands ran over your cheek, slowly trailing his hand down and over your breasts causing your breath to hitch. You were frozen into place as his perfected behavior settled in your heart, churning your stomach. “You’re nice, ya know? A little too nice sometimes. But I think I deserve a little more of a reward for bein’ such a good hero and mentor.” Tears welled in your eyes, a stray salty streak coming down and slipping down your neck. He smirked and leaned down, licking up your neck and your cheek until he kissed your eye softly. “And what I want... is for you to be mine, and love me just as much as I love you.”

So you had heard it right, he loved you.

“I know you want to be successful love bird, and I know all you wanted was to fight beside me. But... I want more than that.” He gave you a lob sided pure smile of his. It wasn’t one of his fake public smiles, a real genuine one. You slowly looked away from him, biting your lip as he continued to shower you with how much he wanted you. “C’mon, just admit it. Tell me you’ll be mine, love bird. You’ll be mine, and we’ll be unstoppable together. We’ll make my dream come true. That way... we can experience a world of peace together.” He was talking from his heart. You didn’t know it, but after being trapped by the commission, he desperately wanted to be free so he could fly without a care in the world. He wasn’t done yet though, he still needed to complete his ultimate mission. And he wanted you beside him the whole way. “Say it.” He pressured passively.

“I... I’ll be yours Keigo...” He chuckled in response.

“Such a Good Sidekick.”

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Immortal (Part 1) (Maria Hill x Reader)

Synopsis: Y/N hasn’t quite told her girlfriend about her immortality and her past with Tony Stark; which causes a lot of tension whilst the Avengers is being formed. Set in 2012 during the first Avengers movie. (brief Loki x reader)

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“Maria, darling, please explain to me your thinking behind chasing after a GOD instead of fleeing the explosion caused by the Tesseract.” Maria glanced at the tapping foot and folded arms before turning back to the files open on the screens in front of her, flicking through the latest stats on said god and the team Fury was expecting her to somehow pull together.

“I was doing my job. Something I am meant to be doing right now but you are distracting me.”

The woman sighed, walking so close to Maria that she could almost feel their bodies touching. “Trust me, I can be a lot more distracting,” she breathed, pressing a soft kiss on Maria’s temple.

“Y/N, honey, please. Let me finish up on this. Then you can distract me all you like.” Maria’s head was aching and all she wanted to do was sit down for a bit, maybe have a rest and then deal with the situation. But being Deputy Director of SHIELD meant she could rarely have a break.

“Don’t change the subject. I was terrified when I heard you’d been trapped under a collapsed tunnel, what if you’d been seriously injured? What if...” Y/N trailed off, the unspoken question hanging in the air between them. What if you hadn’t made it back to me?

“I’m fine.”

“But what if you hadn’t been? Maria, love, please. Look at me.” Y/N placed two fingers on Maria’s chin, guiding her to make eye contact. “I don’t know what I would’ve done.”

“This is our job!” Maria finally exploded. “If you can’t handle the fact that one of us might get hurt, then this won’t work out. I am not going to neglect my duty for fear that I might get injured. There’s a bigger picture than just my life. You, of all people, know that.”

Y/N was silent and sat down opposite Maria, rubbing her neck.

“If that’s all, would you mind leaving me so I can actually get on with my job.” Maria’s tone was cold and she studiously avoided Y/N’s gaze.

“Let me help. I’ll go to ground, find the horned godling and show him what it’s like to be trapped under a pile of rubble.” Y/N joked, trying to lighten her girlfriend’s mood. She was worried for her, Maria looked absolutely exhausted and she’d barely gotten out of the rubble before plunging straight back into her work. It was futile to try and tear Maria from her work; her diligence was one of the qualities she admired so strongly.

“Y/N!” Maria scolded lightly, eyes never leaving the monitors in front of her. “You know that wouldn’t help; I’d spend the whole time being worried sick about you. Doing your job doesn’t mean putting yourself in danger unnecessarily. Plus, it would be nice to have you around when we’re dealing with the Avengers.”

Y/N bolted upright, eyes wide and face pale.

“Avengers? As in Tony Stark?”

“Well, yes. You were there when we were selecting the candidates, turned down a place on the Initiative but we’ve contacted the others. Will you reconsider?” Y/N winced at Maria’s words, knowing that her place on the team would only lead to mistrust and chaos.

“I’d love to, love, but I don’t think I’d play well with Tony Stark. His famed ego would brush me the wrong way and I’m sure extra tension will not be appreciated.”

At that, Maria finally looked up, giving her a cold, dead stare.

“You managed to complete several missions by playing nice. Don’t think I haven’t heard of your reputation as the ‘Seductress’. It’s not too difficult for you to smile nicely and calm things down when the team gets in each other’s faces. Romanoff is on the team as well so you will have another agent to work with.”

Y/N groaned. “I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“No. Fury’s orders. Report at 9am on the Helicarrier tomorrow morning.”

“Nick, darling. Good to see you again,” Y/N greeted Director Fury effusively, grinning at the stoic man’s exasperation.

“It’s Director Fury to you, Agent Y/L/N. Please remember to be professional in a work environment. But I’m glad to see you arrived on time. I wasn’t sure you would, given previous meetings.” Director Fury walked over to the central monitors in the command room, clearly expecting her to follow. Y/N snapped to attention, schooling her features into a poker face.

“Yeah, well, Commander Hill is most effective in completing her orders,” complimented Y/N, a serene expression on her face as she scuttled after him.

Y/N breathed an interjection of astonishment as she gazed out at the clouds stretching endlessly in front of them. The command room was abustle with agents as the Helicarrier prepared to take off and she could see a small team running facial recognition software internationally in one corner.

“Now, as you can guess, you’re not here to ease tensions among the team. I know of your past with Stark and am not willing to risk the safety of the world on some petty spat you two had a few years back.” Director Fury pulled up various files, tapping hurriedly on the monitors.

“To be frank, sir, Mr Stark does not know of my work here at SHIELD and I would like to keep it that way. I feel it would jeopardise the Avengers if he knew.”

Director Fury turned to face her, his one, beady eye boring into hers. “I was not planning for you to be working together.”

“Then what am I here for, sir?”

“I need your skillset.”

Y/N grimaced, she knew it was coming. She was good at her job, the best, maybe, and if you needed someone undercover, to be charmingly deceiving, she was your woman. However, her teamwork skills were lacking, to say the least. Her position on the Avengers team was therefore surprising and she had sensed an ulterior motive to Fury’s orders.

“Yes, sir. Who is my target?”

“We’ll be sending you into the mouth of the beast himself.” Fury pulled up Loki’s file, although there was little to show other than a couple of blurry images. “He has a team of SHIELD agents under mind control, including Agent Barton, which will make your job harder. But with your… condition, I think you can easily pretend to switch sides. Say you want information, a cure maybe.”

��Understood, sir. Where am I to encounter him?” Y/N tapped on one of the blurry images to enlarge it, zooming in on the long stick-thing with a glowing blue gem at one end. “And what the hell is that?”

“That is his sceptre. It has some kind of mind-controlling properties. Just keep away from the pointy end and you should be fine.”

“Sounds easier said than done if he got Barton,” muttered Y/N. Mouth of the beast. God, Fury did like to send her on the fun ones.

“I expect you to provide intel on his plans. His location is highly confidential, as we need to ensure that he comes to us. He will make his next move soon, so you will be deployed as soon as we get off the water.”

“Yes sir.” Y/N turned to leave and gather her gear, but paused as a thought came to mind. “Just wondering, Nick, if you could do a favour for me. Can you keep this off-record, or make sure Commander Hill doesn’t know about my mission?”

“It’s Director Fury. But, yes, of course. This was never going to be below Level 9 Clearance anyway, but I’ll make sure to put it with the rest of your files.”

Y/N nodded sharply, turning smartly to exit the command centre and head to the tactical gear room. As she walked towards the double doors, they slid open as Agent Coulson strode towards Director Fury.

“Phil.”

“Y/N.”

“I hope you took your chance in getting your cards signed.”

“Not yet, I didn’t have them on me.”

Y/N laughed at Phil’s regretful tone, before making her way out to get her gear.

Y/N had parachuted down to the location Fury had given her; it was a nondescript, seemingly abandoned warehouse. However, the muffled bustle betrayed the movement behind the locked doors. Squeezing under the chain-link fence, she dusted herself off as she scanned the outside of the building for activity. It was completely still as she made her way across to the doors, squeezing her way through the slim gap left between them.

Only to be face with a pistol pressed against her head. This must be the muscle. Y/N smiled disarmingly sweetly at the two burly men in front of her.

“Hey boys. Don’t say you could point me in the direction of the Asgardian with horns?”

The thugs glanced at each other in confusion, giving Y/N enough time to kick upwards, knocking the pistol out of his hand. It scattered across the floor, out of reach and Y/N groaned. She’d actually have to fight these men.

One man attempted to swing a punch at her, while the other grabbed her in a headlock. The resulting right hook to the jaw left her seeing stars as pain shot through her jawbone and down her neck. He swung again and Y/N blocked his arm, grabbing and using his own momentum to push him down.

The thug behind her tightened the headlock and black spots clustered at the edge of her vision as he constricted her air supply. Y/N locked her leg round his and threw him down, ducking as the second man sent a lumbering punch towards her head. She elbowed sharply back into his gut and he doubled over, air pushed out of him.

The first man clambered to his feet and she grabbed him by his shirt, pushing away. Y/N pulled him towards her, her head colliding with his nose. He collapsed to the floor in a heap. The second thug, seeing his friend fall, kicked Y/N’s legs out from under her. He straddled her, repeatedly striking blows across her face. Reaching her left hand up, she blindly pressed her fingers into his eyes.

The man howled, sending footsteps running their way. Fuck.

“We found a SHIELD agent trying to break in and she demanded to come see you,” Barton’s voice was monotonous as he pushed Y/N onto her knees in front of Loki.

“SHIELD, huh? They only sent one of you? At least you too will become free,” Loki crooned, lifting her head to meet his eyes with the tip of his sceptre.

“They didn’t send me,” Y/N mumbled, voice muffled by the blood in her mouth.

“Pardon me?”

She spat on the floor next to her and looked him dead in the eyes.

“SHIELD didn’t send me. If they knew where you were, trust me they would be here by now.” There was a bitter edge to the tone of her voice as he smiled coldly at her.

“Then why did you come? What do you want?” Loki appeared bored, fiddling with his sceptre. “Did you come to beg for mercy for your pitiful little planet?”

Y/N scoffed, shaking her hair out of her face.

“I came for your help.”

“My help?” A smirk grew on Loki’s face as he gazed into her pleading eyes. “What makes you think I’d be so generous as to offer you any?”

“Because there’s no one like me. And I have willingly come to you, unlike these minions that you’ve brainwashed.” One of the men behind her grunted, knocking the back of her head forward and Y/N grinned savagely.

Loki stood up and Y/N froze, expecting him to turn her into one of his mindless slaves. However, he just tapped his fingers against the sceptre, an amused twinkle dancing in his eyes.

“And what would make you so… special?”

Y/N stretched out her hand, palm upturned to show she wasn’t holding anything.

“Surely you can sense it. What they made me into.”

Loki gently placed his fingertips against hers and felt the strange force that flowed beneath her veins. She didn’t carry the same weakness that all the other mortals did. He grabbed her wrist to take a closer look beneath the translucent skin as she hissed in pain. Interesting. Her blood was sky-blue, similar to the colour of the Tesseract.

“You’ve become immortal.”

“Not willingly.”

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𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

pairings: George Mackay x reader genre: romantic comedy rating: pg13 synopsis: on the set of his new film, golden boy George Mackay learns a basic human truth: that the heart is deceitful above all things.

❝ have you ever been in love? horrible isn’t it? it makes you so vulnerable. it opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.❞ ―neil gaiman

ONE | SCRIPTS & BONDS ◄ ᴘʀᴇᴠ

The first read-through for Dharma happens three weeks later at a film studio in London. Although George allowed Daisy to sleep at his place last night, he didn't even say goodbye when he walked out on the girl deeply asleep on the wrong side of the bed. He wanted to be early as usual, and leaving coffee ready on the kitchen counter didn't fall bellow a No-Strings-Attached relationship, so he didn't bother. There are only Greta Gerwig and some staffers to greet when he's ushered into the venue.

"Y/N isn't here yet," George observes, tired blue orbs scanning the room.

"Don't worry," Alma smiles. She's already slipped a coffee cup into his hand, the way she always does in work mornings when she's well aware George is still half-asleep. The boy snickers to himself, his manager is so predictable. "She'll be here."

"She's probably still with Henry," George surmises. Y/N isn't known as The Witcher’s princess for nothing.

Alma shrugs, encouraging to slurp his Americano and mind his own business. George is well aware this chat makes him look foolish and inexplicably jealous. Thankfully, Alma gossips along, "I don't doubt for a second she may have slept with him last night. But she won't be sleeping in, I can guarantee you that." George tilts his head, asking for more in tell. Alma's red-stained lips stretch open in a yawn. "She always comes on the dot, apparently. Never early, never late."

More interested than he should, and with an amused grin, he consults the time on his phone. Nine o'clock. "Thirty more minutes, then." He places the iPhone on the table in front of him, next to his script. "Let's time her." Alma chuckles, shaking her head. George plays dumb, opting to dramatically smell his coffee before proceed and take another sip from his cup. He picks up the thick white booklet, lines already colour-coded per actor, and starts to read through it.

Dharma is set in 1857 India. Aakesh, a penniless Hindi boy —portrayed by Dev Patel, the main lead— has always known his social standing is a consequence of wrongdoing in his past life. Y/N plays Marina, a wealthy Spanish girl Aakesh believes to be his past life love and the trigger of his attempts to clean his karma. George's character becomes involved when Colonel Edmund Thorn (Michael Fassbender), concerned about the safety of his fianceé, Marina, assigns James as her personal guard. They fall in love.

Thumbing through the middle section of his script, where the plot starts to thicken, it suddenly dawns on George how much acting this movie is going to require of him. His character demands him to declare his devotion to Marina with mere gazes, words few. Still, each movement of his body vociferates a heartfelt love, deepest that any he's ever impersonated.

George closes his eyes, trying to get in character. He imagines himself having this conversation with someone he desperately loves. He pictures Daisy in his head. Her thick, ash blonde hair and smiling eyes, the pink warm of her cheeks and the heat of her mouth when he kisses her.

It feels like cheating, though, because his character is supposed to be in love with Marina, and although Daisy is a girl he enjoys spending time with, he is not in love with her.

George's sigh exits in a long, laboured stream of breath.

"Everything all right?"

The voice is sweet, with an upward lilt to it. It sounds hesitant too, but like it's trying not to be.

The boy looks up. Y/N is studying him, dark-haired and flushed, the expression on her face shy.

"Oh, hello there," George smiles, clearing his head of its haze. He rises from his seat and extends a hand. "I'm George."

"I know," she giggles, holding it. Her palm is cold, whereas George's is warm. "I'm Y/N. I really admire your work. I’m a big fan… Probably had seen all your movies."

George can't help feeling a little sheepish at that. "Thank you," he says. Their arms fall back to their sides. "Same here. Without the 'I'm Y/N' part," he jokes, and he wants to slap himself for being that lame.

"Geo’s friend is a big fan of your boyfriend," Alma quips from behind her. She's too practical to ever get star struck. "I'm Alma, by the way. Geo's manager."

Y/N smiles charmingly as she shakes Alma's hand. And George finds himself in a daze, he loves the way she behaves, how her voice sounds like and the welcoming aura she irradiates.

<< The fuck is wrong with you?>>

"Nice to meet you, Alma." She turns back to George and smiles wider. She has small, pink lips; like petals. "I can arrange a meet and greet if you'd like."

"Thank you," George says, smiling back in spite of himself.

Y/N's eyes twinkle as she coyly shrugs her shoulders. She's wearing a tight little skirt George is sure Daisy owns too. It just doesn't look as good on her as it does on the girl who's currently in front of him.

"Whoa! Look at us getting along," she cheers, eyes transformed into two crescent moons, "Must confess I came prepared to try to break the ice." She seems to check herself then, pursing her mouth and laughing all of a sudden. "Sorry, that made it sound like we're going on a blind date or something."

George laughs along because her giggles are contagious and it is kind of funny. "We kind of are? We're playing star-crossed lovers and didn't even do a chemistry test. I'm pretty much going into this thing blind."

"Aren't we?" Y/N looks like she's glad to find someone in the same boat. "I was just telling--"

"Henry" George quips. His mouth stills awkwardly over the last syllable. He's not sure why he's letting himself be so familiar with this girl when they've only just met.

Y/N doesn't seem to mind, though. "Oh, no, no," she rolls back on her heels, "Henry and I are kinda...well..."

It puts George at ease for some reason. "Oh I see," he says affably with absolutely no bite to it, and Y/N's soft smile flashes again. "You were saying?"

"I was saying," she continues, "I was telling Dev about the no chemistry test thing, and he goes:" her voice fakes a man's voice, heavy British accent and everything, "you guys don't need it. Look at you both! Would look so good together.'" Y/N shakes her head a little, chuckling as she exhales. "I wasn't sure how to react."

"My friend Dean said the same thing," a smile creeps without George's consent as he confesses Dean's mischief. Y/N lets out a soft Oh. "I guess we just, I dunno-"

"You just have natural chemistry," Greta pipes up out of nowhere. She softly squeezes Y/N's cheek fondly. "Still on time, uh? You never change."

"It's all on Vanessa," she giggles with equal fondness. Vanessa is her manager slash personal assistant. George thinks the actress relationship with Greta is reasonable since they've worked together before in a movie he can't remember the name, but she stared alongside Timotheé Chalamet.

The director strikes up a bit of small talk about Y/N's last movie, The Selection, where she and Tom Holland bring the book to life in Netflix's screens. If George remembers it correctly, Holland plays a prince and Y/N portrays a commoner who is selected to compete for the prince's heart. The movie seems a cringe, but for some weird reason, George has decided to watch it once he gets home. Hopefully, Daisy will be gone by then, and the boy would stop at the convenience store to buy beer and popcorn.

George picks up his phone. Stealthily, he checks the time. Nine thirty-five. He and Y/N have been talking for approximately five minutes.

<<On the dot>>, he thinks to himself, recalling Alma's words. Then he hears his name. "Pardon?"

Y/N is saying, "I'll go sit with Dev. Catch up with you later?"

"Yeah, of course," due to his actor demeanour George can hide the disappointment trapped between his words. He understands she has to sit with Dev, their characters interact throughout the entirety of the film. "Do what you have to do."

"Talk to you later then," she shoots him a bright smile, her pink gums gleaming inside of it.

Greta is calling for the rest of the cast to take their seats around the square actors' table. Call it luck, but Dev and Y/N's sits are right across the chair labelled Mackay. The brit places his phone back on the table and slides into his chair.

"By the way," she says, turning around again. "Do I call you, George? Or..."

"Or?" flipping back to the first page of the script, he folds the cover back neatly as he questions the girl with his eyes.

"Your manager called you Geo." Y/N returns her inquisitive gaze. "That's your nickname?"

"Sort of," George laughs. "Very few people call me that way."

"May I?"

He shrugs, "Sure." As he rubs his palm over the script, he decides, on a whim, to try something new. How James, his character, calls her: "Ms Marina."

The crinkles in the corners of Y/N's eyes make the risk worth it.

"Okay," she says, walking backwards with her hands entwined. "Let's have fun today, Geo."

"Flirty Thirty” A gleam of the eye, a quirk of the lip, and it isn't Marina talking anymore, is Y/N tittering.

The room erupts in laughter. George's laughing the hardest of all.

"Y/N," Greta scolds half-heartedly. "Don't break character."

"Sorry, G," Y/N apologizes sweetly. "I thought I would break the ice."

Somehow, George finds himself smiling.

Today marks the fourth official Dharma read-through, and the tenth time they've gone over the entire script. George gets why Y/N is antsy; he is too. He can't wait to start filming in Mumbai, to smell the air of the streets, hear the whir of traffic and fast-paced Hindi. He can't wait to feel James in his bones in every take, the character encasing him, flesh and blood.

Fact is read-throughs are boring. So d*mn repetitive. George is just glad he's got perfect girl Y/N Y/L/N around to make things bearable.

Gerwig sighs in resignation. "Let's break for lunch," she says, addressing the entire group, "Reconvene in an hour."

George catches Y/N's eye and mouths, Padella? Y/N nods vigorously, flashing two thumbs up and a bright smile. The one the boy has grown fond of.

"I'm dying," George tells her a few minutes later as they walk to the restaurant. Luckily for both, it is near the film studio.

"Same here," she agrees. "One last read-through then India, here we come!"

"But we go through the script three times each meeting," George is half-whining, half-sniggering at the way Y/N's eyes roll to the back of her head. "We'll probably take even longer than usual today because of your little adlib."

"Sorry..."

"It was fun, though." Quickly, George reaches out to ruffle the hair on the top of Y/N's head. He wants to touch her. He just doesn't know why nor how and he doesn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. He cares too much for her. "Not a lot of laughs in this love story of ours."

Y/N doesn't bother smoothing down the mess. "Can you imagine loving someone as much, Geo?"

"Uhm..." George brushes a fingertip against his own fringe. He needs to get it trimmed before they start the live shoots. "I don’t know. Their love is something out of this world.”

"Yeah," Y/N watches the movement casually. "It is."

They get to the restaurant and the waiter, who is clearly a fan of hers, greets them enthusiastically.

"You two are so good looking," she gushes, but George knows the compliment is directed at Y/N. The waiter, who's tag reads Flo, merely is trying to be polite by her use of pronouns. "You get more and more dashing every time I see you." Y/N gives her the prettiest smile, and Flo enthusiastically looks at George, beyond happy for the reaction she got out of Y/N. George would be thrilled as well if the prettiest girl at Padella smiled at him in such a way...

<<What?>>

Padella has become a familiar haunt. They'd gone after the first read-through —when George discovered Y/Ns favourite food was any type of pasta— and every read-through after that, always ordering a dish they haven't tasted before and two glasses of wine. Not exactly in keeping with the diets, but George reckons these cheat days won't hurt. He and Y/N have taken to exercising together too, fitting in the gym sessions between their Dharma meetings and other schedules.

"I gained weight when I was a teenager," Y/N admitted during one of their workouts. "I had to work out to keep the weight off. Not like you." She'd smiled her sweet, bright smile, and George could imagine her being just as likeable with double the meat on her bones.

"I grow a beer gut like that," he'd told Y/N, snapping his fingers. "So I have to work it off, too."

In record time, Flo brings their dishes, leaving a courtesy starter on the table. George grabs his fork and swirls it through the fettuccini. It makes a pleasing, gooey sound as he incorporates the Pomodoro sauce.

"Oh, right, if I may Ms Marina," George says, giggling. The actress hums in return, mixing the contents of her own plate. "Do you want to come over for dinner tomorrow? My sister is cooking carbonara, your favourite."

"Oh my god," Y/N looks up from her dish, mouth-watering at the mere thought of her favourite food. "She won't mind me crashing your dinner?"

"No," George replies, slouching over his bowl. "She asked me to invite you."

"Really?" her orbs go a little round. "Why?"

A mouthful of bolognese disappears into George's mouth with a slurp, "I might have mentioned your love for Italian food."

Y/N takes a sip of her rosé, "Won't you mind me crashing your sibling dinner?"

"Nah," he smiles. “We're friends." He swallows the food he's chewed into the side of his cheek and tries not to meet Y/N's eyes. "I kind of like hanging out with you."

"Oh," she answers instantly, so blasé, pink across her cheeks. George adores it. "I kind of like hanging out with you, too."

George glances up then, and they share a knowing smile before going back to their food. It's oily and red, a little salty. George knows he's going to have to wash his teeth and throw a box of mints into his mouth before they go back to the read-through, but he doesn't care. It's delicious.

Their comfortable silence is broken when Y/N's phone rings inside her Rebecca Minkoff’s bag. She pulls it out, glances at the screen, and gestures to George that she's going to take it outside.

"I'll be right back," she says; tongue running over her teeth. The boy nods, just as Y/N answers the call and turns.

"Hey, H," George hears her say as she pushes through the door. "What's up?"

Cavill, he thinks to himself, sucking up to another curtain of fettuccini.

Fleetingly, he wonders if he should tell Y/N to bring a date—as in Henry. But the idea is pushed to the back of his mind when Flo comes by their table to ask if they would want more wine, and it doesn't resurface, not even when Y/N strolls back in from her private call.

In her pale silk blouse and tight little skirt, the one Y/N owns too, Daisy looks every bit as gorgeous as she does in her Basic House ads. George gotta admit. Yet he feels a little itch when he looks at her, it bothers him, so he focuses his attention on the other Daisy in the room. His sister.

She's setting down a plate of sour bread on his dinner table, her hair tied back in a ponytail. Luhan watches her lazily, admiring the classy decoration of the table. It looks out of a restaurant. Much better than Padella's.

"Since when my sister's become a chef?" he says playfully. His sister giggles in response, her attention too immersed in the preparations. She wants it all to be perfect. Scratch that, more than perfect.

Only then George returns his gaze towards the other Daisy, and he notices she's staring at him, a pout on her pretty red lips.

"Why not?" she asks. George wants to roll his eyes, but he's too polite to do so. He lets her continue the tantrum, "You know I used to have a poster of Henry Cavill in my old dorm, right? The whole time I was in University?" George barely nods. "So please, please, please, please, please... Please, George. Let me meet his girlfriend, hmm?"

"No," he answers. The hurt in Daisy's green eyes confirms he's been too harsh. He reaches up to tuck a loose tendril of hair behind her ear. She lets him do it, wearing a small and sweet smile. "I'll get jealous, baby," he lies in an attempt to soften his previous words.

She laughs, hiding her face as it turns a flattering shade of crimson. She's always been flattered by stuff like this and George doesn't understand why. They're not a couple, to begin with.

"Okay," she circles the table, fingers lacing into George's as she sits on his lap. She plants a kiss against his lips, "I'll get going then. Call me later?"

"Yeah," he pecks her on the tip of her nose and her eyelashes quiver.

The moment Daisy leaves, her namesake, George's sister Daisy, pops his head from the kitchen.

"You know, Henry is my celebrity crush too," her feet express her enthusiasm in small jumps. "I'm so excited!"

"You what?" George's nostrils flare, "Why every girl I know is infatuated with him?"

The doorbell rings before George can retort any further. His eyes flick over to the wall clock on impulse. 8PM. Of course.

"She's here," Daisy smiles, hands flapping at her sides. She combs back her hair, pauses, and repeats the action two more times.

It reminds George of the time he'd run into Brad Pitt backstage at an award show in Los Angeles. He was already famous by then, but he'd still tugged at the sleeves of his tux obsessively, hoping the jacket was sitting squarely on his shoulders, right before he'd said hello.

He walks to answer the door as Daisy places the pasta on the table. Y/N's standing in the corridor with a bottle of red in one hand.

"Ms Marina," George drawls, "Is that you, in my humble home?"

Laughing, Y/N kisses both his cheeks in greeting. George chuckles, taking the wine, and suddenly, he feels his face burning hot. "On the dot, as always."

The girl blushes. At least he's not the only one.

"Come on in," George waves her through the door. "My sister is dying to meet you." He can hear the hissed Geo! like a whip slicing through the air.

Y/N snaps her knuckles, a smile pulling up evenly on both sides, "Hello, Daisy."

A demure, cotton-soft voice replies, "Hello, gorgeous. It's so nice to meet you.”

"Likewise,” the actress beams.

Save for a few bites of pancetta, the serving plates look as though they’ve been licked clean.

"That was so, so good Daisy. The best carbonara I've ever had" Y/N compliments the cook. "Thanks for letting me try it."

"Any time" she replies, looking like a kid who's just been handed a present. George smiles at her, pouring both girls another glass of wine.

The night has gone well. Being the outgoing type, Daisy wasted no time in making Y/N feel comfortable in her brother's home. She'd seated her next to George at the table, fussing over them both as she peppered Y/N with questions about her last two projects. She'd let slip that she'd watched every season of The Tudor's and Y/N's smile had been bashful.

"I loved Henry's work," Daisy had admitted, and George couldn't help but giggle at how quickly his sister's face coloured in bright pink.

George offers Y/N the last bit of burgundy in the bottle. When the latter declines, licking at the wine-stained seam of her mouth, he pours it for himself.

"You don't have to be so formal with me," Y/N tells Daisy, her tone already fond. George can tell she likes that. "I'm a big fan of Henry too. I had the biggest crush on him before I even met him." Her face is still a little rosy. She blushes really easily, and George likes it.

“It still feels weird. Henry is your boyfriend!”

"It's totally fine. Trust me," Y/N reassures her. "We can fangirl over him as Geralt every time you want. I don't mind."

Daisy squeals.

"Okay, enough girl talk." It isn't jealousy what makes George scoff. At least that's what he tells himself. He reaches into his pocket for cigarettes. "I'm just gonna go for a smoke, okay?"

Daisy’s pretty face pinches, "I wish you'd quit. Those things are horrible for you."

"I'll just have one," he bargains, sweet as honey. He pats his belly, crafting a compact sound. "I need it. You fed me too well, sister."

Y/N sniggers and Daisy rolls her eyes. Pointedly, she asks, "Do you smoke?"

"Sometimes," Y/N answers. “But I agree, it’s nasty.”

George watches as Y/N —the traitor—agrees with his sister, "Anyways, you should come with me so I can show you around."

"You shall," Daisy encourages.

“I don’t know,” the actress murmurs but George has already hooked his fingers behind her elbow and is half-hauling her out of her seat. "C’mon, let's go."

"Fine. Lead the way, Geo."

They take the elevator down to the pool area on the fifth floor, where smoking is permitted. George puts a cigarette in his mouth, holding his lighter in front of it, so the flame ignites it.

Y/N takes a long sigh. "Daisy is great," she says quickly. "She's so much like you."

"Thanks. I guess?" George exhales, the smoke curling in a ribbon of diaphanous white. "You’re still seeing Henry, uh?"

The other smirks. "You say that like you know it for sure."

"Alma likes gossip” George licks his lips. They taste of wine and olives.

The girl shrugs. "It’s kinda..." she answers. "It's on and off."

"Oh?" George blows a few smoke rings, rounding out his mouth and flicking his tongue to create the hole in the centre. "Mind if I ask why?"

"No particular reason," Y/N rushes the answer. "I’d rather not talk about it. Sometimes it... it just doesn’t work, ya know?”

Without thinking, George makes an offer he didn't realize was on the table. "Whenever it doesn't work," he says, "you should just hang out with me," he quickly continues, a little freaked, words rushing out, "and Daisy. Me and Daisy."

Y/N laughs, just once: its all gums and perfect pearly teeth. "Do you feel sorry for me?"

"Hardly, Mrs Prettiest Face On TV," George retorts mildly. Y/N laughs again, and George can't tell if she's sarcastic or earnest. Not that it matters. "It's just you and my sister got along really well, and I–"

"Thanks," Y/N cuts in. Her eyes are particularly feline in this light, and her voice is a degree more gentle than it was before. "I'll take you up on that."

She watches him smoke in silence for a few more minutes, the night air clouding with the filmy exhaust of his cigarette. When Y/N yawns, George stubs it out. Then he loops his arm around her waist.

Unconsciously, she leans into the touch. "It's weird," she observes, "that we didn't know each other two months ago."

"Really weird," George concedes, slightly buzzed from the wine and only half-aware that something has lifted between them. "I’m glad it's two months later."

In the days leading up to India, dinner at George's become a regular thing. Every two nights, Y/N will show up with something to add to the table: wine, desserts and beer, a floury baguette wrapped in paper or a basket of fresh fruit.

Sometimes Daisy joins them, and the conversation flows like blood through veins. At around midnight, Y/N will excuse herself to give the siblings their space but not before George extracts a promise from her to work out or watch a movie the following day. (She happens to love cinema as much as him.)

Other times, when Daisy is out with her boyfriend and the other Daisy isn't smouldering George with text messages asking him to dine with her, go to the movies with her, come to the theatre to see her, bla bla bla; George will chat idly with Y/N until the wee hours of the morning. The ice in their drinks will crackle and melt, diluting their colour, as they discuss their childhood dreams and the trajectory of their careers. They recount their upward climb in show business, the slow decline of some of their peers, and the fear that they might someday be in the same boat. They joke about their management and how both companies have long given up on damage control when it comes to their love lives.

George tells her more about caring, candid Alma, and Dean, his co-star and now best friend.

"Blake and Schofield are real-life BFF's?" George’s companion asks incredulously, "I stan so hard."

In turn, Y/N confesses him Sam Mendes is her absolute favourite director, and George promises to introduce them. She also voices about Henry, their ups and downs and the fact half of their circle of friends categorize their relationship as toxic.

"Keep that to yourself," Y/N adds after a brief lull. "I've never told anyone about it."

"They won't hear it from me," George swears, taking a gulp of watered-down Pilsen. He doesn't even tell his sister.

Dharma begins its live shoots three months after the first read-through.

Y/N and George are scheduled to film in Mumbai for four weeks. Alma informs George it's likely they will extend to six due to Greta Gerwig's infamous obsessive compulsiveness. His actors often end up filming simple scenes over and over again for days, because the director doesn't think the natural light or the colour of a couch or the feeling is quite right.

"Already cleared it with the boss," Alma shares brightly. She means the head of his management, who happens to love George, as all CEOs love their biggest star.

"Fine with me," the actor says. "I don't mind staying in Mumbai a little longer." He's worked with less pleasant directors than Greta before, and a little OCD won't take the fun out of filming with Y/N.

He's pleased to discover that the other feels the same way.

"Let's press for six weeks," Y/N says as they climb into the luxury car waiting for them at the airport. She speaks in a natural tone of voice, as though there isn't a swarm of fans screaming outside the vehicle. "I had only been here once, years ago, I lived in a small city near Mumbai called Pune for almost two months.”

"How come?"

"School stuff... I can't wait to rediscover India. Have you ever been?"

"Nope," George says, sliding off his sunglasses and running a hand through his hair. "Count me in on the exploration."

The way Y/N looks at him like he's her closest person in the world right now makes George's insides warm.

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Return to Me - Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen: Home

A/N: Hi all! I don’t think I have very many notes for this chapter. I included a few faceclaim in this chapter again just to remind you what everyone looks like as we get reintroduced to some characters. I think that’s it. Let me know what you think! I love you all and love talking to you guys! Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader Word Count: 4,445 Synopsis: After a perfect night together, the reader and Poe head to Naboo to assess the damages of the First Order, and decide what this means for them from now on.

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Leia Organa woke the next morning knowing that something had changed. She climbed out of her best pilot’s old bed and stretched her weary bones.

In her years of politics and rebellions, she had made many connections, and through these connections, she had learned a few things about people. It was true what Maz always said, if you lived long enough, you started to see the same eyes in different people. Leia was able to tell when people were hiding their true intentions, when she was being used, and she knew that when people were in close quarters with each other, certain things were absolutely to come true. Especially when these people were so in love with each other, it was a crime seeing them apart.

As Leia stepped out of her room, she started to make her way downstairs. In the hall, early light had begun to stream through the windows, and she assumed she was the only one who had risen with the sun. But as she made her way to the kitchen, she heard quiet voices.

You were sitting at the counter, giggling at something Poe had said, still wearing the dress you had worn last night. Poe had his arm around the back of your chair, and was standing only a few inches from you. You touched his face and started to bring him in for a kiss. Leia couldn’t help the smirk that started to grow on her face but pushed it away as she cleared her throat.

“General!” Poe shouted, quickly pulling away from you. So fast, in fact, that he ended up knocking his chin into your nose. “Shit, sorry,” he said, looking away from Leia to check on you. You nodded your head, still giggling at him. Trained in the ways of queenly grace and composure, you had an intense blush on your cheeks and frazzled hair, clueing Leia in on what kind of a night you had with Poe.

“Morning, Leia,” you said, clearing your throat as you stood and took a step away from Poe.

“What’s going on here?” she asked as the two of you struggled for an answer. “A strategy meeting, perhaps?” she offered.

“Yes!” you both yelled at the same time before laughing nervously.

“You know, when I was younger, I always had an excuse when I did something I shouldn’t have. That way, when I got caught, I didn’t look like such a fool.” You chuckled and dropped your face in your hands. Poe looked at you with nothing but love and admiration in his eyes, it made Leia smile. She had seen few people as truly in love with their spouse, or former spouse, as the two of you were.

“We were actually planning, Leia,” you said, looking at her with a gentle smile. “I got word from Naboo last night.”

“What?” she asked, taking a seat at the counter. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“You didn’t give me much time,” you said, looking at Poe with a little bit of panic. “We didn’t want to wake everyone, and figured we would need a plan of action before we head out to Naboo.”

“We,” Leia said with a smirk, glancing up at Poe. He laughed quitely to himself and looked down at his toes. “Well, what did this transmission from Naboo say?”

“It came from Broden. He said that the First Order had taken Naboo, but they were able to rise up against them. The First Order is gone, and Broden says that it’s safe for me to come back now.”

“Well, we’ll plan something together. You better head upstairs before anyone else gets up. It’s not very royal to wear the same dress two days in a row,” Leia said, looking at you playfully. You opened your mouth to argue but only laughed again.

“Right. Thank you.” You looked back at Poe before leaving. He nodded and gave you a quick wink as you disappeared up the stairs. He turned his gaze back to Leia just as she moved closer to him. Before he knew what was happening, she smacked him upside the head.

“Are you out of your mind?” she asked.

“Do you know how to communicate with your words?” he asked, clutching the back of his head.

“What was that?”

“We thought you’d want to know,” he said with the smallest smirk.

“Poe, you’re an idiot.”

“Now, hang on—”

“You do realize you’re setting yourself up to get hurt again, right?” she asked. Poe sighed and looked away from her.

“I’m not sure about that,” he said with a shake of his head, “Maybe, but I can’t let her go.” Leia sighed and nodded her head.

“I understand, but you need to be careful. What about Naboo?” she asked, sitting down at the kitchen counter.

“It really did come late last night. Broden said that Naboo’s military fought off the First Order and that they had left a few moments before he called.”

“So, what’s your plan?” she asked.

“We thought about leaving last night, but of course we got distracted. A few times, actually,” he said, smirking, “And I didn’t want her leaving without a proper reconnaissance mission.”

“Of course you didn’t.”

“Most logical course of action was not to send one of the most important people in the galaxy to a formerly First Order occupied planet all by herself.”

“I agree.”

“I figured I’d lead the scouting mission.”

“Aren’t you supposed to head with your father to the old base?” Leia asked.

“I’m sure Dad can find his old base perfectly fine on his own. But it’s all a matter of where you want me, General,” he said, smiling at her charmingly. Leia gave him a tired smile.

“Naboo. Because I know there’s no way you’ll let anyone else go with Y/N.”

“Thank you,” he said with a sigh.

“You’re welcome. Now, why don’t you gather up the rest of Black Squadron.”

“Yes, General.”

“And don’t forget, you’ll have to return that ship to Grakkus sooner or later.”

“I know.”

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“Y/N!” Nové said, jumping back slightly as you threw open the hatch to the attic.

“Hey,” you said, looking around the room nervously. It was clear that someone has spent the night in the pile of blankets, and you braced yourself for a legendary Nové scolding as you pulled yourself up.

“How’d you sleep?” she asked.

“Good. You?”

“Great. The floor wasn’t too hard?” You bit your lip and gave her a sympathetic smile.

“It was fine.”

“I cannot believe you,” she said, with the tiniest trace of a smile on her face.

“You can’t believe me?” you challenged, “Weren’t you out with Jess all night?” Nové couldn’t hide her smile at all and busted into a fit of giggles.

“Oh, Y/N! We had the best night!”

“Really?”

“Yes!” she squealed, squeezing your arms, “Oh, I had forgotten how much I missed her.” She started to ramble on about their night, oftentimes branching into topics that were incredibly too personal, which only made her smile more. When Nové finished her rant, she sat down next to you, noticing your matching smiles.

“How was your night with Poe?” she asked quietly. Her eyes were wide, sympathetic. She wouldn’t scold you just yet because she could tell the effect that last night had on you.

“Amazing. Like it always was.”

“That’s great,” she said quietly. She reached for your hand and looked into your eyes. “I hate to be that person,” she began.

“But you’re going to, aren’t you?”

“You know you’re just setting yourself up to get hurt, don’t you?”

“Maybe, maybe not. The galaxy is not the way it was when we split up. Maybe with the way things are now—”

“Your parents won’t try to set you up with Lin Ral anymore? Poe will just be done fighting the First Order?” You frowned and pulled your hand out of hers. “I’m sorry it’s just . . .”

“It’s okay. You’re right. I know it was probably stupid, but—”

“I know,” she said with a nod. “So, what’s next for us?”

“We’re going back to Naboo.”

“What?” she asked with a smile.

“God, sorry, I can’t believe I forgot. We got a transmission from Broden last night. He says they were able to fight the First Order off. We’re heading there today after we figure out our course of action.”

“That’s wonderful.”

“I know.” She wrapped you in a warm embrace, and when you pulled away, she was smiling as you were. “Do you snag anything else from Serenno? I don’t think I should wear this dress in public.”

“Yeah, I think I have a few more options. We’ll make sure you look perfect for a return to your people.” You took in a deep breath, suddenly preparing yourself to become Bhavisama again. Your trip to the Resistance had been wonderful, and you felt more connected with yourself and your old friends, but you were still the queen. You had to lead your people in whatever capacity they were going to need.

Nové made her way back to the Millennium Falcon and came back with a dress fit for a royal return. You stripped the stained yellow gown and slipped on the blue one. She helped you tie your hair in a tight, low hanging bun at the nape of your neck, complete with a shimmery tie, before leading you downstairs.

In the kitchen, the remaining, trustworthy members of the Resistance had gathered around the kitchen island. Kes was the first to notice your presence and smiled at the both of you. He did a double-take when he saw you and his smile dimmed just slightly as he took in your appearance. So, you did look more like Bhavisama than Y/N.

“Ready to go?” Poe asked.

“Yes.” Your eyes found his and fire warmed your cheeks. He gave you a quick smile before looking back to the group.

“General Organa, Commander D’Acy, Karé, and I will be accompanying Y/N and Nové back to Naboo. If all is well like Lord Broden suggested, we will be back by the end of the day. Well, most of us will,” he said, glancing up at you quickly. “Naboo will be the first location to start our defense against the First Order. Y/N has agreed to start rallying the troops as we reconstruct the galaxy into the way we knew it, but this will only be the first step. While we’re gone, everyone here will need to work on clearing out the old base and finding a new one. We’re crazy to have a base on the same planet, especially knowing that the First Order has planet-destroying knowledge of technology, but we’re not crazy enough to put the base in the same location.

“Everyone, keep your eyes and minds open. We need to be safe, but we also need to stay mindful of others to gather to our cause. We aren’t the only ones who have a problem with the First Order. They’ll be the easiest ones to convince, we just need to pay attention. Any questions?”

Within the next few minutes, you walked side by side with Nové onto the Millennium Falcon. You took your seat and tried to calm your nerves. The ship was plenty big enough that you wouldn’t get nervous flying but thinking about the despair that your planet most likely sat in, and the work that you had ahead, made your stomach churn.

“You alright?” You looked up, a few minutes after the ship had taken off, to find Poe standing in front of you.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, forcing a smile.

“It’s going to be okay. We’ll scout it out before you land. You’ll know exactly what you’ll be walking into.”

“Thank you,” you said, standing up. “For everything.” You brushed his cheek gently and he kissed the palm of your hand.

“You look beautiful.”

“Thak you, you’re sweet.” He smiled and seemed like he was about to move closer as you stepped back. “You should get back to piloting. Karé might need your help if things go south.”

“Okay,” he said, nodding his head. He hesitated for a moment but left soon after, leaving you in peace to think about what you would find when you landed.

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The scouting mission went well. Poe and Karé had only been gone for a few minutes when they reported back that all seemed well. They came back aboard and quickly landed your ship just outside of Theed Palace.

The doors lowered slowly out onto the hangar, giving you a few moments to truly transform yourself back into Bhavisama. The first faces you saw were Loré’s and Sondé’s. You broke your composure for a moment as you squealed in delight. You rushed down the Falcon as quickly as you could in your dress and embraced them both tightly.

“My lady,” they both said, squeezing you back equally as tight.

“Are you alright?” you asked, looking them up and down.

“We’re fine,” Loré answered. “Where is—” Before she could finish her statement, she glanced behind you and saw Nové. She ran towards her and they embraced in an even tighter hug. You smiled at them as a throat cleared behind you.

“Sarsa,” you said with a relieved sigh. He stood a few feet back, his hands held dignifiedly behind his back. He gave you a curt smile as you moved towards him. You threw your arms around him, too excited to see your old friend to care about proper decorum. He laughed slightly, taken aback by your quick action, but hugged you back.

“It’s so good to have you back. We’ve missed you,” he said.

“Me too. How is Naboo?” you asked. He took your hand in his and frowned.

“We are still strong, Your Highness, but we have taken a serious hit.”

“Show me. Please,” you said, taking in a breath.

“Of course.” He looked behind you and smiled at Leia and Commander D’Acy. He excused himself for a moment and went to speak to them for a few minutes. Karé and Poe were the last ones to exit the ship, and both came directly to you.

“What’s going on?” Poe asked, touching your arm gently.

“Broden is going to show me how bad it is in a moment.”

“You okay?” he asked, pulling you away from everyone for a moment. You glanced over at Karé who gave you a quick smile, and then looked back to Poe with one of your own.

“I need to be here for my people. I have to be.”

“I understand,” he said, nodding his head. His jaw stiffened as he looked out along the hangar and you would have done anything to kiss him right then and there.

“Y/N.” You looked away from Poe’s face to find Sarsa walking closer to you. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” He extended his arm and you took it, allowing him to lead you into Theed palace, your handmaidens and guests following behind.

If no one had mentioned that the First Order had briefly occupied Naboo, it was impossible to tell that they had even come. The palace was left alone, or your people had quickly scrambled to clean up any mess the First Order might have left. Broden led you through the throne room and into one of the meeting halls down the vast, marble halls, the ones that usually housed your council meetings. He led you directly to your seat and waited until you looked comfortable before walking away. You exchanged a strange look with Nové, and both turned to look at Loré for answers, but she averted her eyes. The rest of your group filed into the room and Broden waited until they were all seated until he began.

“When you left,” he said, clearing his throat as he stood before the group, “We started getting strange, coded transmissions. We suspected they might be from you, that maybe you were trying to send us a message from the heavily encrypted Resistance. We soon found out that that was not the case. We were immediately notified when the First Order ships entered out atmosphere, but that was the only warning we got. They attacked the villages first. They had already begun to capture civilians as we scrambled our military together. I’m sorry, my lady,” he said, coming closer to you, taking your hand in his, “I couldn’t bear to see our people hurt, I had to surrender.”

“I understand,” you said, nodding your head.

“They took control of the palace. The rest of the council and I were thrown into the dungeons. Loré was assigned to attend to their leader. She was incredibly brave,” he said, looking over at her. She dipped her head respectfully, but it was clear she had a smile on her face. “And it was her bravery, fooling the First Order and speaking with our troops, that she was able to create a diversion so that we could overthrow them. The moment they were gone, I reached out to you.”

“Who was this military leader?” you asked, looking back at Loré.

“An Agent Terex,” she said. There was an unmistakable look of worry that was exchanged between Poe and Leia.

“Do you know him?” you asked.

“Yes,” Poe said with a sigh.

“Terex made it his mission to destroy the Resistance,” Leia explained, “He had a particularly foul obsession with Poe.”

“Look, he tried to kill me a couple of times. Who hasn’t?” Poe asked, trying to give you an easy smile, but it was clear that there was a little bit of worry behind his eyes.

“Why would he come here, though?”

“After failing to defeat the Resistance for the millionth time, the First Order took Terex back and fitted him with a cyber piece of headwear. He’s not really a man anymore,” Poe said, shuddering slightly, “He’s controlled by the First Order, and I don’t think you have to guess why they might want Naboo.”

“How bad is it?” you asked, looking back to Broden.

“I won’t lie to you, my lady, it’s not good.”

“I need to see,” you said, standing.

“Y/N, you just got here,” Loré began, stepping closer to you.

“Loré is right, we haven’t even begun to survey what happened to our people, yet. It’s not safe for you—”

“These are my people, Sarsa,” you said, looking into his eyes, “It’s my responsibility to come to them in their time of need. He looked like he wanted to argue more, but he conceded and averted his eyes from you.

“At least allow us to do a sweep of the village. Make sure that there isn’t a crumb of the First Order left behind,” he said. You began to argue, but he held up his hand. “Please. In the meantime, you can contact your parents. Leia told me,” he answered before you could ask. “They should be here, too.”

“Alright.”

“Give me one hour, please,” he said. You nodded your agreement, albeit a little reluctantly. “Thank you.” He motioned for some of the guards at the doors to follow him, leaving you alone with the rest of the crew from the Millennium Falcon.

“Loré, Sondé,” you said, looking behind you. They steppeded forward and took your outstretched hands. “Thank you, so much, for everything you did here.”

“It is our honor and duty, my lady,” Sondé said. You smiled at them admiringly.

“Can I ask you one more favor?” you asked, looking at Sondé. “Can you contact my parents? They’re on Serenno with Count Lin Ral.”

“Of course,” Sondé said, excusing herself from the room. Once she was gone, you gave Loré’s hand another squeeze.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” you asked.

“Perfectly fine now that you’re here. Just, never leave me with the First Order again,” she teased. You smiled at her weakly. It was true, you had left her with the First Order. You had left all of our people to fend for themselves against the greatest threat the galaxy had seen in some time.

“I promise I’ll never leave you again.” You gave her a kind smile before turning to the group.

“Do you want us to stay?” Leia asked, stepping closer to you.

“I absolutely do, but I know that your help is needed elsewhere.”

“We won’t leave until the sweep is complete.”

“Thank you.” You looked over at Poe quicky. When your eyes found Leia’s again she smiled knowingly. “Would you excuse us for a minute?” you asked.

“Of course,” Leia said, taking a step back. You nodded your head towards the door and Poe followed you. Once you were sure the hallway was empty, you brought him to a secluded corner and sat down on a bench.

“I just needed to talk to you before things went back to normal,” you said.

“Things felt much more normal between us last night than they have in the last two years,” he said.

“I know,” you said, smiling as you turned closer to him, your knee brushing against his. “But things are going to go back to the way they were. We’ll be in two different worlds.”

“I know.”

“I just need you to know that if my people didn’t absolutely need me here, or if there was someone else who could do campaigning for the Resistance—”

“I know, you don’t have to say it,” Poe said, touching your knee softly.

“Yes, I do. I wish I could be with you.”

“Me too,” he said, smiling gently. “But at least you’re home now.” You leaned in and placed an easy kiss to his lips, humming softly.

“It feels less like it now. Whatever becomes of us, I need you to know that I love you. More than anyone or anything.”

“I love you, too.” He wrapped you in his arms again. You tried to hold back the tears as you stroked his soft hair. He pulled away first and held you a few inches away from him, his hands still firmly on your waist. “This isn’t the end of us.”

“I hope that’s true.”

“It is,” he said, pulling at your bottom lip as you started to chew on it. “We should get back.”

“I know.” Poe stood up first and helped you to your feet.

“It’s going to be okay. I promise,” he said. You brushed his cheek and pulled him in for another kiss.

“Thank you.”

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In less than an hours’ time, you watched with Broden as the Millennium Falcon took off, headed back for Yavin 4. Broden gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes.”

The village just outside of Theed Palace was destroyed. The stalls that used to be full of bountiful, colorful goods were now overturned and smashed. The flowers that surrounded the area, the barrier between the river and the town, were now burnt to ash, most likely from machines repeatedly flying over them. There was one difference to the village that left you truly speechless, though, and that was the stench of death.

There were smoldering fires in every few corners of the village; makeshift funerals for the Naboo killed by the First Order. As you walked through town, scared eyes began to poke out from fallen walls and burnt down doors.

Upon seeing their queen returned, the villagers began to filter out of their hiding places. You wish you could have said that the villagers looked better than the village, but they were just as injured as the buildings around them. They took hesitant steps closer to you, glancing around themselves to make sure that the danger was truly gone.

“Please, please, don’t be afraid,” Broden said, finding his words much quicker than you could. “Our queen has returned, and together, we’re going to restore Naboo to its former glory.”

“What about the First Order?” someone in the crowd called. “What if they return?”

“Why did you leave us, Bhavisama?” called another.

“Where are we supposed to go?”

The village people’s calls started to overlap each other, so it became increasingly more difficult for you to address their issues. Before a riot could break out steps away from the palace, you looked to Broden. He called for silence as you stepped in front of him and your people.

“It’s true, I was gone. If I had any inkling that Naboo was not as safe as possible with my council, I would not have left. The First Order is an incredibly dangerous threat to our way of life, to the lives of so many across the galaxy. I left because there is only one group out there who is taking the correct action against the First Order: the Resistance.

“Now that the Republic has been destroyed, the Resistance is the only chance that any of us still have against the First Order. I left to discuss how Naboo could aid in their fight. The moment I heard what happened here, I wanted to return. It was for the safety of the Resistance, all of you, and myself that I stayed away until the First Order was gone.

“We have always been a peaceful planet, but make no mistake, I am angry. The First Order will be brought to proper justice, but first, we have to start rebuilding. We will start here, right in the heart of the village, in the heart of Naboo, until our traditions and way of life, is returned to us. We will reshape the galaxy back into harmony. And I promise, I will never leave you all again.”

#poe dameron #poe dameron x you #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron fanfic #poe dameron fanfiction #sw imagine #sw #sw fanfic #sw fanfiction #star wars #star wars imagine #star wars fanfic #star wars fanfiction #return to me

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angst-fairygodmother · 4 years

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Maybe you could use the "impermissible degree of entanglement" for a Valdo x Reader fic where the reader is Jaskier's sister or sister-like friend and he catches wind of Valdo's interest in the reader, and uses that as part of his threatening?

A/N: Nonny, I don’t know what madness drove you deep into the “random thoughts” part of this blog to find that, but I could kiss you for it. Thank you so much. Word Count: 1625 Content Warnings: none

“I don’t understand why you won’t just let me meet him, Y/N. I see you smiling at letters and I want to know the person who makes you so happy. What’s wrong with that?”

You rolled your eyes as your best friend since childhood continued to ramble.

“It’s not anything serious, Jask, and I don’t want to jinx anything by introducing him too soon. But I think he’ll be in town tomorrow, so maybe,” you held up a finger to cut off whatever excited utterance he was about to make, “just maybe, I’ll think about letting you meet him.”

His fingers trailed reverently over a lute on display, made of dark, reddish wood with a delicate wave motif.

“I don’t suppose this is for sale?” he asked hopefully.

“Unfortunately no. That was a commissioned piece.”

“It’s gorgeous. Your work always is, but this…this is a cut even above the rest.”

You blushed at the compliment. You had put your heart into that particular instrument, wanting it to be perfect for the curly-haired bard it was intended for. Technically, you were lying to Jaskier about its origin. Your love had off-handedly mentioned that he was in the market for a new lute soon, as his current one had seen better days and was a bit plain, even shabby, for performing in the courts and galas he was frequently called upon for, and you had decided to make him one worthy of his caliber. But to admit that would give away too much of the depth of your feelings to your perceptive best friend, and like any good brother-figure he would never let you hear the end of it.

That evening as you were closing up shop, you heard your door open, the little bell above it jingling cheerfully.

“I’m sorry, we’re closed,” you called out, not bothering to stick your head out from the back room where you were doing a final inventory count for the day.

“Surely you can make an exception for a special customer?” a familiar voice purred.

“Valdo!” you gasped excitedly, circling the counter to greet him with a tight hug a little quicker than you would have liked to admit. “I thought it would be another day or two?”

He returned the hug with enthusiasm before drawing back to brush aside a strand of hair out of your face.

“Well you see,” he explained, emerald eyes soft as they traced the line of sunset painted across your face. “There was an absolute vision of divine beauty waiting for me in town, so when I realized how close I was, I decided to push a little harder than I otherwise would have. To get to you sooner.”

You flushed at his compliment, face warm under the hand that cupped your cheek and drew you tenderly to his lips.

“Gods, I have missed you, my muse,” he murmured, resting his forehead against yours.

“Not nearly as much as I you,” you countered, one hand toying with a loose curl at the back of his neck.

“Impossible.” He reluctantly pulled away. “Now hurry up and finish your nightly routine. I insist on treating you to dinner as soon as possible.”

You nodded, biting your lip nervously as you moved about your little shop.

“Jaskier is in town,” you said after a moment. “He’ll probably be playing at the inn. Are you sure you want to…I mean I could just make us something instead…”

He grinned, the mischievous look in his eye making your heart jump.

“No, no. I won’t let that rake ruin our time together, Y/N. I will endure his alleged music for a night and be a perfect gentleman.”

You sighed, not believing him for a second, or that your best friend would give him the chance to, but agreed anyway, unable the attractive nuisance poised charmingly in your doorway, all smooth lines and fine fabrics.

Your fingers trail hesitantly over the lute before deciding to just cover it with a cloth. Who knows what trouble he was going to get into tonight, best to protect your art rather than assume the risk of its destruction so soon after completion.

The pair of you secured a table easily, despite the crowd there for the other bard’s performance and the barmaid had just brought over your meals when the room shook with deafening cheers as he came out and launched into his first, familiar tune.

Noticing Valdo’s grimace as he watched Jaskier strut about the makeshift stage across the room, you reached across the table to take his hand and smile softly at him. He started at your touch and practically melted when he finally turned to see the look you gave him. He brought your fingers to his lips and kissed them gently, the warmth in his emerald eyes causing you to flush. Gently he tugged on your joined hands, coaxing you out of your chair and onto his lap, where his arms immediately wrapped around you and his lips planted teasingly against the side of your neck.

You leaned into his kiss with a sigh. “I thought you wanted dinner.”

“I did,” he smirked against your skin, lips trailing higher to your jaw. “But I like this much better. Don’t you angel?”

You knew that he could feel the way your pulse fluttered and decided there was no point in lying to him.

“I’d like it better if you’d just cut the teasing and kiss me already,” you grumbled.

“I am but a slave to your wishes my darling. As you command,” he growled before pressing his lips hungrily to yours, arms tightening at your waist to crush you to him as you braced yourself with one hand against his chest.

He nipped lightly at your lower lip and you were just opening your mouth to deepen the kiss when a gasp rippled through the crowd, one you could have ignored but for what happened next.

“Get your filthy hands off my sister you lech!” Jaskier cried as he stomped over to your table, face twisted and reddened with rage. You sighed, pulling away and shooting an apologetic look at Valdo.

“Pancratz,” he muttered through gritted teeth, “lovely of you to join us.”

“What is going on here?” Jaskier snapped. “Y/N…is this…are you and he…why didn’t you…” his affronted face reminded you of a dying fish and you couldn’t help but giggle as he gapped and floundered for words.

“Yes Jaskier, the person you so desperately wanted to meet because of how happy even their letters made me is your chief rival. Not that it’s any of your business what I do or with whom,” you explained, trying to keep your tone level.

“Absolutely not. This is unacceptable. You and Valdo Marx…and this…this…impermissible degree of entanglement.” He gestured between the two of you and the very suggestive way you were sitting.

“Your disapproval is noted,” you rolled your eyes, “but there is nothing you can do or say to stop it.”

“But…but why?”

“Because I love him. And like you said yourself this afternoon, he makes me happy. Please don’t ruin this.” You felt the brush of Valdo’s curls as he turned his head to look at you, but you couldn’t meet his eye just then.

Jaskier deflated instantly, but only for a moment before turning to Valdo, his blue eyes flashing in rage. “And what about you? Why are you with Y/N? Tell the truth, now, Marx.”

Valdo looked affronted. For a second you thought he was going to, rightfully, refuse to answer.

“I have no ulterior motive if that’s what you’re worried about. Y/N is special to me and important and it has nothing to do with slighting you or with our rivalry. In fact, when I started this, I didn’t even know the two of you knew each other.”

“I don’t like it,” Jaskier said, “but I…I won’t get in the way of it. If you ever hurt them though…” he waved a finger threateningly.

“You will be well within your rights as their longtime friend to do with me as you like,” Valdo confirmed with a nod.

“And could you not practically undress each other at my show? This…indecency is highly inappropriate and distracting.”

“Hm…I doubt distraction can make your playing any worse then you already were,” Valdo offered dismissively. “If it bothers you so much though, I suppose we could take it somewhere else. I am feeling benevolent after all. What do you say, dove?” his lips pressed teasingly to the side of your neck again, just below your ear, and you blushed, even knowing that he was doing it just to rile Jaskier.

“I think that can be arranged,” you giggled. Then you suddenly remembered the lute. “I had a surprise to give you anyway, back at my shop.”

Jaskier gave a shudder of horror. “Disgusting. Have you no shame?”

“No,” you and Valdo said in unison, staring challengingly at him.

With another withering look at his fellow bard, Jaskier turned on his heel and returned to the stage where he tried to continue his show as if nothing had happened. Still, you felt the eyes of the crowd regularly falling back to you, chilling your appetite and leaving you vaguely uncomfortable.

“Were you serious about leaving?” you asked Valdo, feeling guilty about your unfinished meals.

“If that’s what you want, dearest, I am ready when you are.”

He deftly pulled you to your feet and wrapped you in his arms for one more kiss before leading you out with an arm wrapped around your shoulder. You leaned happily into his side.

“By the way,” he whispered, awed by your beauty in the full moonlight. “I love you too. You know that right?”

#Valdo Marx x Reader #Valdo Marx #reader insert #Jaskier #TBH this became a little bit of a game of 'how many legal terms could I misuse in a fic?'#I think I hit 4 including the prompt #The Witcher #The Witcher fic

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carriagelamp · 4 years

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November Book Review - Freedom at last!

In a lot of ways I had more time to read this past month -- or at least more time to read without feeling guilty -- so I had a lot of fun with the various books I read this month. In particular, I really enjoyed the Canadian lit I was able to dig up; I never really gave enough attention to the writing my own country was producing and honestly we’re rocking this!

A Royal Guide To Monster Slaying

The novel I just finished, and the first Canadian novel I’ll mention here. This was an adorable take on fantasy monster slaying! This is a world were the various tribes of the land historically united under the leadership of a single clan, Clan Dacre, who were famous monster slayers. In exchange for leadership of the kingdom, Clan Dacre guaranteed that they would always have trained monster slayers available to protect to people, lead by the second born child of the royal family. The problem for Rowan though is that she is the eldest twin and destined to be queen while her brother becomes the royal slayer... despite the fact that they’re both better suited for the other role.

What really sets this book apart for me, was the compassionate approach the “slayers” had towards the monsters -- they were much more like monster conservationists who focused on learning about monsters, and trying to relocate or rehabilitate them so that the monsters could return to their rightful home rather than terrorize villages and have to be put down. They use a very scientific lens to view this high fantasy setting and it’s delightfully refreshing!

Of Fire And Stars

Also a fantasy medieval setting, though not Canadian this time. Instead, very queer! Princess Dennaleia has known since she was a child that while her older sister ruled their own kingdom, she was to be betrothed to the crown prince of the neighbouring kingdom. She has prepared for this her entire life. However now that she’s there, things keep going wrong - everything from her dangerous and illegal magic that she must keep hidden, to a sudden murder, to the complicated relationship she’s developing with the prince’s unruly and wild sister. While this book isn’t necessarily bringing anything particularly new to the table, it’s fun to see familiar beats and tropes done with a sapphic twist.

Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up With Me

An absolutely stunning graphic novel about the tumultuous relationship between two girls, Freddy and Laura, as well as the complications that relationship brings to the other relationships in Freddy’s life. This isn’t necessarily a “feel-good” story, but it is an incredibly cathartic one. The message, symbolism, and art is all stunning and I would definitely recommend it.

Underground To Canada

Swinging back towards some of the Can Lit I’ve read this month! This is a classic Canadian children’s novel, I remember being completely blown away by it when I read it as a class study in elementary school. It’s about two young slave girls forced to work on a Southern cotton plantation, and their eventual escape and desperate flee via The Underground Railroad towards Canada and the promise of freedom. I know that there’s definitely controversy surrounding this book, especially in the depiction of the underground railroad and the glorification of it -- as a white person in Canada I’m not really best suited to have an opinion on this, though I read some articles along side the book itself. In my experience, reading it as a child was an eye-opening introduction to the topic itself, though obviously as a children’s novel, much like previous books I reviewed (like Fatty Legs), it never goes into all the dark depths it could.

A Bear In War (and its sequel Bear on the Homefront)

A Canadian picture book I read for Remembrance Day, depicting the true story of one girl’s experience of her family living through WWI in Canada, and her father needing to go to the Europe to fight. The story is, charmingly, told through the point of view of her teddy bear, and it was heartbreaking enough to make some second graders cry.

Poppy & Sam books

Swinging back to the lighter side of Can Lit are these two absolutely adorable graphic novel / picture book hybrids. They’re simple, beautifully illustrated little adventures of the titular Poppy and Sam as they wander around their garden home and help their friends. So worth the read, whether it’s with a young early reader who would appreciate the simple speech bubbles and clear pictures, or if you’re older like me and just want something wholesome.

Jak and the Magic Nano-Beans

No longer Canadian, but still a great little graphic novel for emergent readers. Seriously this book was buckwild. Jak, a cyberpunk badass, and her robot COW12 have a wild adventure based off the classic Jack and the Beanstalk. I really don’t know where to begin or end about this, it was bizarre but the art style was very cool.

Dream Jumpers: Nightmare Escape

With all the cool, innovative, beautiful graphic novels out there, it makes you wonder how this happened. Absolute garbage. Miserable protagonist, shitty misogyny, an incredibly basic plot premise, and ugly ugly art. 0/10.

Yakari Chez Les Castors

Belgian comics can just be so damn gorgeous, and this is clearly not the exception. These Yakari comics seem to be simple stories, but the art is wonderful (I love this style) and it’s all quite charming. Again... cannot comment on the potential racism inherent in it because as carefully as I try to judge, I am white and not educated well enough in these issues. For the most part it seems harmless to me, besides for some probable pan-indianism at play, but I’m mildly distrustful of any story told about First Nations people that isn’t also written by them until I hear otherwise.

Ghosthunters and the Totally Moldy Baroness

I love Cornelia Funke as an author. This wasn’t one of her best works, but it was also for a younger audience than most of the novels I’ve read by her. For a chapter book, it was as quirky and fun as I would normally expect!

Jem and the Holograms: Infinite

Look, I know next to nothing about Jem and the Holograms, besides the little bit I picked up when the failed move reboot came out. But even then, this was just a fun romp. The art was pretty, the ladies were badasses who all had very distinct personalities, and it had lesbians. What more can I ask for in my graphic novels?

The Adventures of Reddy Fox

Last book I’ll mention, because for a while it was also the last book I saw before falling asleep. I started this back in October when things were still pretty stressful, and it was a very zen book to use as a bedtime story for myself. I remember my mom reading it to me and my brother when we were little. They very much fable-style animal tales, these ones all focusing around the rather cocky and foolish Reddy Fox, though there were tales about many of the different characters that lived in these woods. Simple, cute, classic. A lovely story to wind down with.

#book reviews #november book review #queer lit #canadian lit #cancon #laura dean keeps breaking up with me #a royal guide to monster slaying #kelley armstrong #of fire and stars #jem and the holograms #cornelia funke #ghosthunters #yakari #graphic novels #comics #chatter #book review

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yungthuggary · 5 years

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Friday nights

Prompt: meeting at A mortal/witch party (no reveal. Nothing bad happening. Not part of the actually series story line)

Summary: you’re one of Sabrina’s close friends, and you meet Nicholas at a house party that you attend with the group.

Pairing: Nicholas scratch x reader

Warnings: smut, probably some cursing. Mostly just fluff and smut. Some drinking

Okay this is my first time writing, and first time posting !! I’d like to write more I think, so if you have any ideas (on any characters from a variety of shows) just let me know :)

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As I walked up to the party I had the sudden, almost sick, realization that I was so totally underdressed. And I do mean that literally. It had been hot all week, all month even. I couldn’t have possibly expected it to be so cold in the middle of August, day or night.

“Y/n! Hey” Sabrina smiles as I walk up the front steps. “We’ve been waiting all night for you!”

“Shut up!” I slap her shoulder before going in for a hug, “You know me, I couldn’t decide what to wear” I eye the crowd before winking at her cheekily.

“Speaking of what to wear.. where are your clothes?” Theo asks from behind her, already attempting to shrug off his jacket for me. “It’s cold tonight y/n.”

“I’m fine! I’m fine” I laugh as I decline the jacket, I definitely don’t want to walk around in a guys jacket, even if it is Theo’s. I have every intention of finding (and bedding) a man tonight, and no brisk cold is getting in the way of that.

The party is bustling with people, way more than I had expected. As the three of us walk to the kitchen to find some drinks I notice how odd the crowd actually looks together. There are loads of kids from my school, all pretty scrawny and normal looking really. But there are also so many new faces, beautiful new faces, dressed in black with perfect smiles. Each and every one of them oozing sex appeal. The tall, dark, hotties are definitely from sabs new witch school.

“Sab, do tell me these are the hot warlocks from your new school” I grab her hands and pull her to face me, stealing her attention for the moment as I gush.

“I’d be careful y/n, these guys aren’t what you’re used to” she quirks an eyebrow at me, “but by all means have fun” she nods towards the doorway, where a very handsome stranger stands. “That’s nick,” She winks, pushing me hard in his direction as she whispers “I’m sure he’ll show you a good time”.

“Nick” I try the name on my tongue before really approaching the boy. I like it. I like it a lot. He’s got a good build, and a charmingly cunning look that I can’t not be attracted to. He honestly looks like the devil himself, and I’d cut my wings off any day to be with him.

He leans harder against the door as I approach, slouching so that his face is closer to mine. “And to what do I owe this pleasure?” He smiles as he talks, showing off his movie star teeth and making it clear just how smooth he thinks he is.

“Little birdie said you might be looking to show me a good time” I beam up at him, stepping just close enough to smell him, a warm mix of cologne and whiskey. He hasn’t even touched me, and yet I feel so completely enchanted, grounded in his presence. Sabrina was right, this boy isn’t anything like what we have at Baxter high, he is so so much more.

“Well,” he pauses, brushing a hair out of my face, “I have a few things that come to mind.” His nose almost touches mine as he leans forward.

“And what might those be?” I rise on my tip toes, trying to make sure my breath hits his neck as I speak. I’ve got a couple ideas of my own, but I know as well as any other girl that there’s a game that has to be played.

He pulls his jacket off slowly and rests it on my shoulders, “Well, I’d love it if you let me show you off for a bit babe.” I grin at that, and he wraps an arm around my shoulders as he leads me towards the pong tournament outside. He definitely thinks that was smooth, and he’s cute enough that I’m gonna let him, but I can’t help noticing the sparks flying as he touches me. The automatic tension between the two of us is wild, carnal even. A feeling I haven’t experienced before.

As we approach the pong table the group of hollering guys scurry off to find something else to occupy their time and nick starts setting up his side with a silent smile. His hands work quick and smoothly as he arranges and pours, focused on one thing at a time.

“Oh you poor thing. You don’t realize how bad you’re about to lose” I pout sardonically at him as I cross the table to start filling my cups. I’ve never actually played beer pong before, but he’d probably never guess that.

“WHO’S THE REIGNING CHAMP OF PONG” he yells as he beats his chest and almost all of the tall dark strangers, presumably from his school, scream and cheer his name. He’s clearly a big shot with the rest of the witches and warlocks. A couple of them hoot and holler some obscenities, something about him finally getting the girl. Though I hadn’t expected him to be the type that had any problems with that, it was an almost cute revelation.

“So you’re Mr. popular where you come from...” I laugh, as I begin to throw. “Mr. popular that doesn’t get very many girls?” I wipe away imaginary tears as I tease him, and he shakes his head at me as he laughs

“You’re an absolute miscreant!” He chuckles. “You wound my ego, sincerely!” He pouts, holding a hand to his aching heart, but his playful attitude says otherwise.

By the time my turn is up half of his cups are gone and he looks a little dazed. But he says nothing, just smirks as he begins to throw. In one turn all of my cups are hit, and I am drinking my competitive words.

“That was ridiculous!” I whine, hugging onto his arm as we head back inside. “You cheated! I know you used your magic” I pound my fists in his chest a few times playfully.

“Magic?” He attempts to shrug my accusations off, while also shrugging me off of his arm. He’s definitely assuming that I don’t already know about him, and it’s almost cute how crazy defensive, maybe even scared, he gets.

“Don’t even try that mr. warlock man, I already totally know!” I laugh, turning as if I’m leaving.

He throws a hand over my mouth with a stern face, and though I know I’m probably in trouble all I can think about is how I wished his hand was around my throat. “You’ve got to quiet down a bit, little vixen.” His eyes alight, and finally I feel the tension that’s been lingering all night begin to lead us somewhere.

“Or what?” I prose, drawing my hands up his shirt and then back down, lighting grabbing his belt buckle and pulling him closer.

“Or I’ll have to punish you I guess” he winks, walking me backwards and into a wall. I open my mouth to retaliate but am silenced as his lips press into mine. His hands run from my hips to my waist, his finger tips digging in as he pushes me into the wall. And then as soon as it started, it ends. He bites my bottom lip with one final tug and then takes a step back, “so how was that?” He quips, still holding my waist.

“Well,” I whisper as I tangle one hand into the hair at the nape of his neck, and use the other to hold his jaw. “It was almost good enough”. He laughs as I pull him onto me, harder this time, with more force. Teeth clash with teeth, and lips are bitten as the kiss burns and escalates. When I pull back for air he dips his face down to my neck, biting hard into my collarbone. A faint moan escapes my lips and I squeal in embarrassment. He works fast, biting and sucking a couple more before he chuckles, leaning his forehead against mine as he whispers into my ear, “So, you like it rough then.” He moves his face down, pushing his nose into my neck as he sucks a big, deep purple hickey into the spot. “That’s hot.”

I nod my head dumbly, my grip on his belt is beginning to turn my knuckles white as I fight the urge to fuck him hard in this crowded living room. “I want you bad.” I lean up to whisper in his ear, kissing a spot beneath his ear before leaning back. It’s simple. It’s enough to let him know what I want from him. But more than anything, it was all I could fight through the lust to really say.

He pushes his hips into mine and holds both of my hands above my head as he pushes me hard into the wall, grinning like a madman as he kisses the Hickies littering my neck and collarbone. “And what do you want me to do about that?” I sit silent, wanting more but not knowing what he wants from me. “Say it. Tell me where you want it, how you want it, when you want it.” He pushes, prodding me for answers, waiting for requests.

“I want you now.” I struggle for an upper hand in this as I lace my fingers with his and drag him up the stairs and into the first room I find. We’re both panting, heavy with anticipation, as he closes the door and pushes me back against it.

He pushes his knee between my thighs, opening my legs for him as he leans in closer and shoves his tongue down my throat again. Our teeth clash as things get heavy, and his hands begin to wander downwards. He grabs my ass and I squeal at the contact, not expecting him to lift me up and pin me to the wall so easily.

He feels to natural between my legs, and I can’t help but heat up at how he holds me up with ease. His hips begin to grind into me, as best as he can with our position against a wall, making it hard to for me to breathe. “Nicholas” I whine, grabbing his face in my hands and pushing it away from mine, “take me to bed.”

He complies easily, strutting to the bed without ever letting me down, and then pushing me deep into the mattress as he crawls atop of me, going straight back to work on my mouth. His hands go up my shirt, grabbing and groping as our bodies melt together. “Take it off” he demands as he tugs at the hem of my shirt.

His mouth is on my chest as soon as the shirt is gone, working his way down from my ribs to my hips. He looks up as his mouth his the hem of my shorts, a silent beg for permission. I lift my hips, nodding to let him know I’m okay with this. I want this. As soon as they’re off I push him down on the bed, pulling his jeans off as he watches with glassy eyes.

“Come here” he says lazily as he gently pulls me to sit on his lap. His hands slowly graze up and down my thighs as he stares at me. The moment is softer than the rest of the night has been. Though the tension is still ripping at my composure, there for a second all I can do it just stare, admiring the boy I’ve got locked away. All to my self. “You’re gorgeous you know.” His hands move from my thighs to my back and he swiftly throws my bra to the floor. “Absolutely stunning.”

And then the moment of softness is gone as he playfully leans down and bites a nipple before sucking hard. Harsh kisses and bites are left all over my chest and all I can do is tug at his hair, completely at his mercy.

He grabs the back of my neck as he pulls my face down to his, and he forcibly wraps my arms around his neck. The room grows thick and hot and this time I’m the one grinding down onto him. He lets out a loud groan as I do, but then holds my hips hard to control the pace of my hips as we go. Pulling, and pushing, and groping, all to bring ourselves impossibly closer to one another.

“God you’re so hot” he whines into my mouth.

“Then do something about it” I smirk back at the boy, finally vulnerable to me, as I roll off his lap and onto my back. I spread my knees far apart, laying only in my underwear as I watch him.

His eyes grow darker than before as he stares, taking in the new and exciting opportunities. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, his hands go to my knees and pushed them further apart as he kissed from one knee up to my inner thigh, stopping before he got to where I craved him most.

“Nick” I pout down at him “do something”

“And what would you like me to do?” He batts his eyes at me, trailing his hands softly up and down my legs as he waits.

“This?” He asks as he kisses my thigh, leaving a small mark near my hip.

“No.” I cry out, the anticipation and the heat really starting to get to me as I lace my hands into his hair and tug, hoping it’d be enough.

“Babe, I can’t help you if you can’t tell me what you want” he teases as he toys with the waist band of my underwear. His smile is devilishly handsome as he teases, knowing he has the upper hand.

“I want your mouth.” I sigh, rolling my eyes at the cheeky bastard, “and your fingers” I add as more of an afterthought. My face is flush and I bite my own shoulder in embarrassment.

“Oh come on y/n you’ve been at me all night, don’t shy away now” he teases, pressing a hot kiss into my core. He teases, slowly, kissing and toying with my underwear before finally pulling them off. He maintains eye contact as he licks a stripe up my cunt, moaning into it for affect. “You taste So good.”

His tongue circles my clit a couple times before he adds fingers to the mix, building a slow but hard pace as he works me up.

“Nick nick nick fuCK.” I moan as I start to get close to release, and then he stops. All at once he climbs up my body, locking his lips to mine and shoving me deeper into the mattress while he positions himself above me. “Fuck me nick. Please fuck me” I resort to begging, not wanting to wait.

“Babe I need a condom” he panics after not finding one in his wallet, slamming the bedside drawers open and closed but finding nothing.

“Hey!” I yell, grabbing his face in my hands to calm him down, “if you’re clean then we’re okay. I’m on the pill”

With that, all inhibitions fly out the window (where they belong). His underwear are thrown off in a hurry as he lines himself up and slams in. “Shit sorry. Sorry” he slows, apologizing for his over zealousness.

“Don’t.” I moan, “just move nick.” And with those words of encouragement, he can’t contain himself any longer. The thrusts are deep and hard as he slams in and out. I bite into his shoulder and grip his hair to keep from making too much noise and things get absolutely feral.

“You are so fucking hot,” he grunts out as he slams into me, grabbing onto the headboard for support.

I rake my hands down his back and bite his earlobe as the heat builds and builds. “I’m so close nick, so close.”

My whines send him over the edge and he drops a hand to my clit to push me over with him. The pleasure is blinding as we collapse together. He drops all of his weight onto me, kissing the spots left on my neck in tired silence.

“That was amazing” he smiles, rolling over onto his back. He grabs my wrist and pulls me over to cuddle him, and then traces shapes into my back as we lay in silence.

“Nick... this isn’t my bed” I laugh into his side, “we can’t stay here”

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A hunter’s life Part 2 - Roman Reigns x Reader

Note: This story takes place in a Supernatural AU. No mentions of the SPN characters however, but Roman and the Reader are both hunters, trying to solve a case.

Summary: Roman and you are both hunters, going after all kinds of Supernatural creatures. One of your cases leads you into a quiet, little town where three young women had already been kidnaped. As you figure out that it is a dragon you are after, things take a twist as not only other women’s lives are in danger but your own is at stake as well, since it’s virgin flesh the dragon is craving for. And no matter how much Roman seems to dislike you, he is not willing to let that danger threaten you anymore. The problem is… You are not quite sure if you want exactly him to help you so you would be safe again - as this would mean telling him about your personal secret .

Warnings: Supernatural AU, Virgin! Reader (if that’s accounted as a warning)

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

Read Part 1 here

Tag List: @iwritewwe @alexisbagans143 @trixdeee @rollins-princess214 @scuzmunkie @calwitch

After a short walk you entered the only bar in town, which was absolutely crowded due to the festival that would take place within the next days. You decided that you would spent as little time with him as you had to, so you ordered a beer, grabbed the glass and before he could react you told him that you would make your way through the bar, trying to gather some news. Just as you wanted to leave, he grabbed your wrist – but contrary to the scene in the car it wasn’t in anger this time, it actually felt quite gentle. You shot him a questioning look and just as you wanted to ask what he wanted, he said: “I will stick around here, trying to speak to the bar owner as well as some of the regular guests. Maybe they will know more. Be careful who you are talking to, promise me that.” You crooked an eyebrow as you were escaping his grip, saying: “As I already said, I know how to do my job. See you around.” Shortly after you vanished into the bulk.

Approximately one hour had passed and you haven’t exactly learned a lot new things that you hadn’t known before. Most of the people knew the teenagers as polite young women, no they had no problems, yes they got on well with their parents, no they had no reason to just run away. It didn’t matter whom you were asking it was always the same answer you got and it was absolutely frustrating having the feeling of not moving on. You sighed to yourself as you decided that it wouldn’t be of much more success staying even longer, so you – although you really didn’t want to – decided to search for Roman. Maybe he had more luck with the people he was talking to. It didn’t take long until you found him, as he was staying at the bar just like he had promised.

When you moved closer, your mood dropped bit by bit with every step you were taking. No matter what he was doing, it certainly didn’t account as working. He was flirting his way into the heart of a beautiful blonde woman. It was not like you cared, but you’d rather preferred not having to share your bed with another person. As you reached him, you didn’t even care whether you sounded impolite or not as you were stating: “Contrary to you I haven’t figured out much. Just the things we already know.” With that you placed your empty glass at the bar counter, not paying much attention to him otherwise, as you turned around to head for the door. You were stopped in your tracks by him asking: “Where are you going?” As you looked around, you saw that the blonde was clinging to his neck while he was shooting you a questioning look. You crooked an eyebrow as you replied: “If I don’t need permission, then back to the motel since I’m tired as fuck. Oh and don’t worry I find the way on my own. Just do me a favor… If you choose to bone her later tonight – and we both know that you will – have at least the decency to go somewhere else because I really would like to catch up on some sleep and I’m not keen of hearing you moan and grunt next to me.” With that you left the bar, making Roman curse out loud before he charmingly but forcefully got rid off the blonde, tossed some dollars on the counter and left the bar as well. It took him some time to figure out your silhouette. With a short sprint he caught up with you, spinning you around, wanting to know: “What the hell was that?”

“What exactly was what?”, you asked innocently, looking up at him with big eyes, trying to hide your anger. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. Your whole appearance back in there.” You could see that he was fuming as you replied: “I have no idea what you are talking about. I told you that I would head back to the motel and that I haven’t found out anything. What you’re doing is neither any of my business nor my concern. You should probably head back, there might someone be waiting for you.” With that you tried to get away from him but he only put more force in his grip instead. “Don’t walk away from me like that.”, he hissed, stopping you in your tracks. Just as you were about to fire back, you heard another deep voice heading into your direction, that said: “I think you should let go off the young lady.”

Both, you and Roman were looking up as a man around Roman’s age was coming closer to you. He was not as tall and not as muscled as Roman but he was nevertheless a huge guy with short brown hair, piercing blue eyes and a danger that was surrounding him although he tried to hide it behind a huge smile. Roman gave you a puzzled look as you shrugged your shoulders. “It’s okay man, I’m not harming her. She’s a good friend.”, Roman said only to be taken by surprise as the guy was coming even nearer, saying with a danger in his voice: “It doesn’t really look like that. If I were you, I would let her go.” You didn’t know why but his presence scared you, making you take a step back, quietly voicing: “I think we should go, something doesn’t seem right.” Roman must have sensed it as well as he slightly nodded. Just as you wanted to turn round, you felt the stranger’s presence right next to you as he captured you with his gaze, wanting to know: “You’re really sure about that? I could bring you home safe, you know?”

“Thank you but I’m good”, you answered as you noticed the fine change. His nostrils were slightly beaming as if he was inhaling your scent, his whole body stiffened and you could see the change in his eyes, that suddenly looked less human but more reptile like. And suddenly you remembered everything the data base was saying about dragons. When he wanted to reach out to you, you took a step back with Roman sensing your fear, hence why he stepped between you and the stranger, staring down at him, saying: “You should head home now, uce. I can assure you that I won’t do anything to her.” But instead of leaving he took a further step towards you and Roman, hissing: “You have something that I want, man. And I promise you that I will get that something.” With that his eyes flashed completely as he was focusing on you. You didn’t care anymore as you grabbed Roman’s arm and started running, dragging him behind you. It felt like an eternity before you opened the door, stepped into the room and locked the door behind you. You were rushing to the window only to see a huge shadow in the street light, hearing a terrible noise before it vanished in the distance. You and Roman were both panting from running this fast. As he had calmed down, he asked: “What the hell was that?” You tried to calm down, still taken by fear as you mumbled: “The thing we were looking for.”

“Say that again. The only result the data base came up with was a fucking dragon. Do you really want to tell me now that we were standing face to face with a dragon?”, Roman asked in disbelief as you were nodding your head as an answer. He stayed quiet for a couple of seconds before he came to a conclusion: “Whatever that thing was, it can’t be a dragon.” You looked at him in confusion as you wanted to know: “How can you be so sure about that?” Roman was getting rid off his jacket and his shoes before he dropped down on his side of the bed, explaining: “He said he wanted something I have and he was clearly talking about you.”

“And?”, you questioned until it hit you with full force. Dragons were feeding on virgins. He sensed it, that’s why he was drawn to you. You cursed under your breath as Roman certainly was the last person you wanted to share that little secret with. As he answered: “Well haven’t you said that they feed on virgin flesh and on virgin flesh only? Having you as its target basically rules out that, whatever that thing was, was indeed a dragon.” You blushed heavily. You didn’t want to but it just happened, making you feel absolutely vulnerable.

As Roman noticed your reaction he immediately got up, eyeing you from head to toe as you answered: “I know damn well what I have said. It’s a dragon we’re dealing with and neither you nor anyone else will change that fact.” You wanted to be anything else but here in that moment as Roman wanted to know partly amused, partly shocked: “Wait… Do you really want to make me believe that you are still a virgin?” You were frustrated with yourself and annoyed with him as you answered: “I don’t want to make you believe anything. It’s a fact and I don’t care whether you find that amusing or not. And instead of making fun of me, you should rather help me to figure out how to kill that dragon.”

“I’m not making fun of you. And I know that it is actually none of my business. But why? I mean you’re missing out on quite some nice things, you know?”, he blatanly wanted to know from you. You were getting really pissed as he dared you to ask about such a sensitive topic for you: “I have my reasons okay? And before I end up with a jackass like you I rather have it that way for quite some more time.”, you hissed. Did you imagine it or did he look quite hurt as soon as you said that? Whatever it was, it vanished as fast as it came. "Good luck in finding someone that is willing to deal with you. And if I were you I wouldn't wait too long to act on it." , he shot at you, grabbing a beer from the mini bar, opening it and taking a deep sip of it. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?", you groaned, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "That means that you are a potential bait as long as you haven't been fucked at least once.", he shrugged with you flinching automatically as you could hear how hostile his voice sounded. "Wow you're a real classy one, aren't you?", you mumbled. He took a deep breath before adding: "Seriously Y/N I don't care how you name it, having sex, making love, fucking, boning, screwing. Name it as you please. Fact is as long as you haven't crossed that line you can't go out there in order to hunt." You looked at him as if he had slapped you right across the face as you wanted to know: "Excuse me? What in the blue hell does that mean I can't go out there. I'm a virgin not close to dying."

"You seem to have forgotten that the latter actually is the case. But I will repeat it for you, so maybe even you will understand it. You not having had sex until now automatically makes you a victim to that creature out there. And I sure as hell won't let you out there as long as that hasn't changed. God knows how many potential victims are living in that town but you being one of them won't happen, not under my watch. Take care of it and you can continue that case. And if you don't listen to me, I will have to inform your father, I'm sorry."

"You wouldn't do that. I know that you hate me just like I hate you, but you wouldn't dare to do that.", you spat out with Roman firing back: "Of course I would, why shouldn't I? You getting in trouble with your dad is the least of my concerns." You looked at him in disbelief before you answered: "Wow you're really a full grown asshole. How about you go and fuck yourself?!" He leered at you, answering with a sly smirk: "That's actually something you should live by Y/N." You couldn't believe what you just heard hence why you stormed passed him, grabbing your shorts and your top before you vanished into the bathroom, slamming the door behind you and yelling: "You're a fucking asshole I hope you know that. Do me a favor and vanish into thin air."

As soon as he heard the water running, Roman sat down on the bed, sipping on his beer, thinking about what he was supposed to do. He couldn't risk letting you go out there, not with this threat around, and yet he wanted to punch a hole in the wall when he thought about this whole situation. If he was honest to himself he felt a nagging feeling since he had suggested that you should go and take care of your issue. The sole thought that someone in this town should touch you made him furious. He had no idea what was going on with him, given that he couldn't stand you and you made it more than obvious that you couldn't stand him either. "Fuck it.", he groaned as he was taking another sip from his beer, waiting for you to be done, so he could take a shower as well. He groaned out in frustration as his thoughts suddenly went on their own journey as he was picturing your body under the shower while the warm water gently caressed your skin.

"What the fuck?", he mumbled, before he decided that he had to occupy himself and his thoughts by taking his laptop. He began browsing for those swords that you had mentioned, finding the supposed location of one. He made a few calls, knowing that part of his family was working in that area and told them about this extraordinary case he was working on, making them promise that they would try to locate the sword. As he ended the phone call, the bathroom door opened and you came out dressed in some shorts and your favorite top with your hair tied up. Roman didn't care that you might notice that he was eyeing you from head to toe, thinking about how he should apologize. He knew that he had went too far with what he had said but he was absolutely terrible when it came to apologizing. And you made sure that you wouldn't give him the opportunity as you were completely ignoring him when you went over to your side of the bed, crawling under the sheets, making sure that you would turn your back to him. Roman nevertheless tried his luck by saying: "Y/N?" but as he realized that you were not willing to listen to him, he just sighed and headed to the bathroom himself.

You were silently crying, whether it was because you were furious or because you were hurt, you couldn't even tell. You really asked yourself what you had done that you had to deal with such a mean bastard. All you wanted to do was what you were born for. You knew that this wasn't always easy but you also knew that you could handle it on your own. And you sure as hell wouldn't stay in the motel just because that nasty piece of work told you to do so. He could go and screw himself if it was you that had to decide. You were trapped in your thoughts, not realizing that the shower had stopped running in the meantime with the bathroom door opening shortly after. You whipped away your tears as fast as possible before you kept staring in front of you. You noticed that Roman slowly came into your sight causing you to take a deep breath. He was wearing nothing more than sweat pants while his upper body showed not only his defined muscles but also his tattoo that covered his right chest also while he had his hair open, obviously still wet, falling over his shoulders and his back. You hated to admit it but he indeed was absolutely stunning. It was a pity that his beautiful appearance had to go hand in hand with his ugly character. You were still ignoring him, when you heard his deep voice stating: "I'm sorry Y/N, I want you to know that." Obviously he was waiting for your response but you just slipped deeper under your sheets as you mumbled: "How about you save your breath? It's not as if I care anyway."

"Of course not, I mean, why should you right?", he asked before making his way over to his side, slipping under the sheets with as most distance to you as somehow possible. You sighed to yourself before you were falling into an anxious dream, seeing the dragon's face again and again.

The next days haven't exactly been better. You and Roman were barely speaking, ignoring each other most of the time and while he was out investigating he made sure that you would stay in the safety of the motel room. You had no idea why you were actually listening to him since you despised everything he said and everything he stayed for. But deep down inside you had to admit that you were scared that the dragon could indeed hold you hostage. And with each passing day you grew more and more impatient and frustrated. As much as you hated to admit it, he was right. You had to act on it, sooner or later. The problem just was, that you wouldn't have the chance to get to know someone as long as you were trapped in your motel room in that forsaken town. The last days had been rather quiet. No other woman got abducted and no matter how much Roman searched he couldn't find the dragon, causing him to turn moodier and moodier as time went by without a visible result.

It was the start of the festival and Roman decided that he would investigate there, making sure that the dragon would not re-appear. Once again you were forced to stay back. While you were arguing in the past you didn't even care anymore, mostly because you had a plan. If he thought you would stay back, fine, he should. But since he could kiss your ass anyway, you decided that you would act on your own rules and principles. This was your job, it was your life and you sure as hell wouldn't stay back while a monster was terrorizing this town, just because he said so.

As soon as he was gone, you made your way outside, making sure that there was no threat waiting for you. There were a lot of people on the streets today that wanted to celebrate for the next few hours and you thought that it was pretty safe to go out there. The weapon, you were carrying, helped you in feeling save. You vanished into the bulk, trying to become one with them, nevertheless always keeping an open eye, so you wouldn't accidentally crash into the guy you wanted to see least at the moment- and you were not thinking about the dragon. The whole mass was heading into the woods where you could hear music already. Once you reached the forest glade, where the festival would be taking place, you bought a drink, peeking through the crowd. Everything seemed to be quiet, no threat was visible. As you let your eyes wonder, you noticed that there were quite some attractive guys standing around. Not that you would have grabbed one of those and asked them to do you behind the next best tree, but at least they looked charming enough that you wouldn't have minded starting a conversation with some of them.

You had no idea how much time had passed but you eventually decided to head back to the motel room. All of the guys you had talked to, had turned out to be jerks and there was no sign of any supernatural being. So there was nothing that you could do anyway and you didn't feel like staying in this crowded place anymore.

As you were heading back through the forest, with the sun setting already, you couldn't help but feel stalked. You didn't know why but you suddenly started walking faster. The birds, that had chirped before, had turned silent and you felt as if you were being chased. You immediately cursed yourself for not having stayed back at the motel. Suddenly you were stopped in your track by someone you knew right away. "Well look at you. Have you forgotten to take your knight in shining armour with you today? I have told you that you would be mine.", the dragon in his human form hummed as he was standing in your way, coming closer and closer. Your mind was racing but if you were honest to yourself, you had no idea what you should do. "Just stay away from me you fucking monster.", you threatened, more confidence in your voice than you were actually feeling. You heard a horrible laugh that sounded so much less humanly than it was supposed to. Suddenly the dragon was standing right in front of you, his eyes already transformed, his hot breath close to your face as he hissed: "What do you want to do against it? I have said it before and I will say it again. I want you and I will take you. I can already smell that you will be extraordinarily delicious. I will take my time to feed on you, I can promise you that." You tried to escape by heading into the direction, where you came from, but in exactly that moment the dragon was reaching out to you, throwing you against the next best tree, taking your breath away. In that moment you knew that you were completely fucked. You had nowhere to escape and as much as you hated to admit it, you were absolutely in no condition to fight against a dragon, especially since all sources claimed that they could be just defeated with a special sword. You nevertheless hoped that you made your family somehow proud if it really was ending like that. The dragon was coming nearer again, grabbing your throat and lifting you to your feet as he was pressing you against the tree, inhaling your scent, his whole appearance slowly shifting.

Just as you thought that all hope was gone and that you were about to pass out since you could barely breathe, fresh air was floating into your lungs as the grip around your neck loosened. "Get the fuck away from her.", you heard a familiar voice and you knew instantly that it was Roman attacking the dragon. The creature must have been taken by surprise since the next thing you realized, was, that you were lifted back up to your feet and then began to run after Roman has told to do you so. The dragon was close behind you but somehow you managed to make it into the safety of the motel room just in time.

As you entered it, Roman was slamming the door behind you, before he turned round, towering over you, his expression showing wild fury. "What the fucking hell were you doing out there?", he screamed at you as you tried to process everything that had just happened. "I was working", you tried to explain only to be yelled at once again as he said: "Oh you were working out there? Sure why not? It's not like you're a potential victim and it's not like I have told you to stay here for your own safety. What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"Stop yelling at me for fuck's sake. You have absolutely no right to do so.", you yelled back at him, causing him to take a step closer invading your personal space. Anger spoke out of every word as he said: "I have no right to yell at you? Well guess what smartass, I wouldn't have to if you would do what you were told. I actually thought I had a hunting partner. Turns out I'm having a stupid toddler by my side." You couldn't help it, you were absolutely furious hence why you slapped him right across his face, shooting him a deathly glare. "Don't you ever ever dare to insult me like that again. I might have made a mistake yes. But that doesn't give you the right to lessen my ability as a hunter", you spat out as you were looking at him furiously. He was touching his jaw, moving it to make sure that everything was where it was supposed to be. You could see that he was absolutely mad by now, but you simply didn't care. "If you dare to slap me again, I swear to god that I will immediately toss you out and right into the dragon's arms.", he shot at you with you firing back: "Awesome, why don't you go ahead and do it right now?" You could see that he was trying to regain control over his actions as he shoved you out of the way, heading for the window to make sure that the dragon was indeed gone, before he closed the curtains, grabbing a bottle of water.

As he was opening it, he glanced at you and with a deadly silent voice he said: "I probably should do exactly that. You want to do your job? Perfect, do it. But do us both a favor and make sure first that you're not his number one target because I'm so done with saving your damn butt again and again."

"No one asked you to do so. It is my butt and it sure as hell doesn't need saving. If I die out there, then at least I’ll die doing what I love. And I don't need you or anyone else to tell me what to do and what not to do.", you got out with Roman interrupting you immediately as he moved back over to you to tower in front of you, staring you to the ground as he answered angrily: "As long as you are riding shotgun with me, it is my problem. Because it would be me that would have to tell your family about your passing, whether you want to understand that or not, you egoistical little brat. You have the urge to risk your life while hunting? Fine all of us do to a certain degree. But going out there in your condition is plain suicide."

"What the fuck does that mean in my condition?"

"You know exactly what it means. You still being a virgin wanting to fight a dragon. That's suicide. If that's your goal you could have it less painful. If you want to fight it, fine. But handle the damn issue with your virginity first. It's not like it is too hard. I'm pretty sure you will find a guy that is desperate enough to get fucked and therefore will take care of your issue.", he groaned causing your anger to boil once again as you were hissing at his face: "Why? Are you fucking volunteering? Because you're basically the only desperate guy around here." You didn't know what you had expected but it definitely wasn't what was about to come.

Before you could think twice, Roman was pulling you closer while saying through gritted teeth: "You know what? Maybe that's exactly what I should do." And with that he was crashing his lips on yours, taking your breath away. You had no idea what you should do but pushing him away seemed to be the least acceptable option. So instead you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him even closer, kissing him back without thinking about it twice. As his tongue was gliding over your lower lip you didn't have to be asked twice to open your mouth, so he could slip his tongue into it, kissing you passionately. As much as you wanted to hate him right now, you couldn't. This right here felt incredibly right.

As you were breaking apart, Roman mumbled: "I thought you would absolutely hate and despise me?" with you saying: "Yes just as you absolutely hate and despise me as well. And if you don't mind you either just shut up and act on your words already or you back out like a coward, but then at least tell me right away, so it will save us a lot of time."

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Continue with Part 3

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Promises We Can’t Keep

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, a bit of cursing( I don’t know if I should tag that) Challenge: Bailey’s Birthday Challnge by @jayankles Prompt: 9x08 - Between a Rock and a Hard Place Word Count: 2.117 A/N: I had no internet and couldn’t wach the episode so this fic is based on the Supernatural Wiki page and transcripts so sorrynotsorry if stuff is not 100% accurate, I kinda had to guess their reactions but I think I did okay. Thanks to Bailey for letting me participate in this awesome challenge. Reminded me a lot of the oldschool fanfiction I used to write (it’s still out there. 50 chapters of absolute horror) Also huge hanks for the bilionth time to @queen-fierfly Enjoy :D

“We hope you enjoyed the tour!” Bonnie smiled brightly “Any questions before we get you guys registered?” The two, humongous –if I said so myself- men looked at each other. The taller one, long hair reaching bellow his ears, grazing his jawline, cleared his throat.

“Uh, yeah, uh, look, um, Ms. Futchko-“Boy, was he awkward.

“Oh please,” Bonnie smiled again “Bonnie will do just fine” Ugh, I hated her.

Who would’ve known I’d have ended up in a church, trying to figure out what the hell was going on in a town where random people disappeared and instead of actually interrogating witnesses, took a friggin tour. The two poor bastards that were supposedly interested in the tour, two mountain-tall men with beautiful eyes, didn’t know what they had coming to them if they became part of that church.

“Bonnie. Okay, uhm, we… we love the church. We do, but… Well, we heard that a few members have gone missing, and, to be honest… that kinda scares us” I held back a snort. ‘Kinda scares us,’ puh-lease, don’t make me laugh. You’re 50 feet tall and more built than the majority of America’s population, who are you kidding dude.

The slightly shorter man, clad in flannel, just like the Tall one who was either his brother or… boyfriend –it would be a shame, really-, shot me a look, eyebrow raised. His bright eyes searched mine for an indication of… something. He didn’t find it. In response, I chewed my mint gum obnoxiously and shrugged in a ‘me? I didn’t say anything.’ manner. He smiled knowingly.

“Let me assure you, with our increased security, ‘Good Faith’, has never been safer.” She tried to be reassuring, but you could see her almost panic that she’d lose us. She reminded me of those horrible infomercials that lasted 10 minutes and made you want to break the tv “And those people who have gone missing, well, they are front and center in our prayers.”

“Amen,” I feigned relief and smiled as hopefully as I could muster. The Short one nodded in agreement.

“What a relief. Now, you must’ve been, uh, close to them” Something smelled fishy with these two.

“Well, we do share the A.P.U. bond.”

“The what now?” I butted in.

“Our chastity group, “Abstinence Purifies Us” “

Oh boy.

“Oh.” The Tall one said “W-wow. You mind if we sit in on that, maybe see if it’s for us?” He asked kindly.

“Oh, I want in too! Sounds like fun.” Everyone glanced at me. I shrunk back a little.

“I’m afraid it’s members only. I’m sorry, it can get pretty personal.” Her lips pursed and her orange curls bounced a little.

“Then count us in”

“Me too” I grinned. This time my grin was partially true. I realized what was up with the two men.

They were hunters.

How did I not realize earlier?! Built, fading scars on every part of skin that saw the light of day, jumpy and wary, scanning the area as if something would jump them any second now. Jeez, I was oblivious.

“Well, I’ll be a squirrel in a skirt, I’ll be back in a jiff with the papers” Bonnie grinned and ran out the office, pulling papers from a large filing cabinet.

“Okay, what’s your deal?” The shorter one turned n his seat to ask me.

“Excuse me?” I feigned shock and hurt.

“Come on, sweetheart, we’re not dumb, drop the act” I ignored the shiver that traveled down my spine when he used the pet-name.

“Fine” I scoffed “we’re all hunters here, and I’m not very happy you’re ruining my investigation by the way, but I’ll let it slide for once and we’ll work together, sound good? Okay” With an eye-roll, I dropped back on my chair not leaving any room for argument. They looked slightly taken back before recomposing themselves.

“Great,” Green-Eyes scoffed.

“I’m Sam” The Tall one offered his hand “That’s my brother, Dean” he motioned with his head to Green-Eyes as I shook his hand. Sam seemed nice, I thought as his huge paw drowned mine. Dean was hot, but something told me he wasn’t particularly excited of me joining them.

“Brothers, huh? I was betting on couple, but what do you know” I shrugged, mirthfully watching Sam and Dean’s eyes widen a fraction “Y/n” I pulled away and sat back down.

“So wait, a chastity group?” Dean decided to ignore my comment.

“Dean, listen, if all the members were in A.P.U., then maybe whatever took them is stalking virgins” Sam’s glance danced from me to his brother.

“And the Slim guy said he saw fire.—“

“You went to that scumbag too? What a prick” Sam shot me a questioning look “He tried to grope my ass” I rolled my eyes. “so, what are you thinking, dragons?”

Dean hummed

“Shh,” Sam hushed upon seeing the stupidly happy redhead enter the office.

“All righty” Bonnie handed us clipboards and pens “You can just sign here and your purification can begin” She leaned against her desk.

“Purity pledge?” I read questioningly

“It’s a commitment to your virginity”, She said seriously.

“Uhh… About that…” I trailed off

“I don’t think we can really un-ring that bell. You know what I mean?” Eloquent, I thought, giving Bonnie that ‘woops’ look. She looked both at Dean and I quite shocked.

“Oh, I see. Well, if you ask for God’s forgiveness for your sins and make a new vow of chastity, well, then you’ll be born again as a virgin in his eyes” She smiled brightly, having found the solution to our problem.

“So, wait, you just hit the virginity “do-over” button and it’s all good with the man upstairs?” Well, how ‘bout that. All my problems are solved. I laughed inwardly

“It’s not a button.” I have a feeling she doesn’t like me very much “And this isn’t just a piece of paper” She gestured at our clipboards “I mean, this is your clean slate, your chance to be a virgin until marriage” Well that certainly won’t happen soon.

“Well, you had me at ‘clean slate’. Let’s do this” Dean smiled charmingly and we all signed our names at the bottom of the page.

“Congratulations guys. You’re all officially virgins”

“Oh boy” I muttered as Sam and Dean ‘ah’-ed lightly as if sharing and inside joke. Something told me Dean wasn’t gonna hold on to his ‘clean slate’ for long. Something told I wasn’t either. His charming smiles and flirting comments indicated he was no short of a womanizer. Either that or he was just really insecure and tried to cover it up but the way I saw him check out Bonnie’s ass as she walked away and ushered us out of the office, I wouldn’t really count on the latter.

“Oh, by the way,” Bonnie said, making us spin around to face her. “the meeting starts in an hour.”

And so the boys and I killed our time over coffee and a snack in the nearest diner, exchanging stories. Dean would often stare at me for longer than what’s considered normal. And either Sam nudged him, to which when he glanced back at me I’d wink or smile or something of the sorts, or he’d just snap out of it.

I found myself really interested in the Winchesters. These, seemingly completely normal, Titan-heighted men had been through hell and back and then through hell again and they were standing in front of me, entirely sane, two damn heroes that had saved humanity’s asses more times than I could count. Of course in the little time we spent at the diner, they didn’t brag about their achievements. I kinda forced it out of them.

Sixty minutes passed quickly and we found ourselves seated in a circle that reminded me a whole lot of the Hollywood version of group therapy.

I was thinking this while everyone in the room prayed. Apart from me and Dean of course. I was looking up from my lashes, inspecting the space and the girls around me, all mid-twenties maybe early thirties. I wondered what pushed them to want to be part of the virgins-till-marriage club.

I saw Sam nudging Dean and motion for him to pretend to pray. Dean rolled his eyes and then closed them. I did the same, waiting for the cue to open them.

“Amen.” A woman with chin-length wavy blonde hair said, I think her name is Suzy, picking her head up. “Now, does anyone have anything that they would like to share?”

“I wrote a new piece of verse!” another girl got up excitedly “It’s called sex is a racket, and God’s ball is in your court” She grinned and took a deep breath, ready to start talking

“Aand we would love to hear that Tammy- later” Tammy sighed and sat back down, slightly disappointed. “Why don’t we hear from our new friends? Sam, what brought you here to reclaim your virginity?” Sam, rendered a bit speechless and not knowing what to say, subconsciously waved his hands around in that questioning I-don’t-know-what-to-say-or-do-in-this-situation-help motion. His mouth opened in an o shape. He reminded me of a fish a little.

“Uh, well, I guess because every woman I’ve… ever… had relations with, uh… it… hasn’t ended well” poor bastard. Something told me it went past ‘didn’t end well’. Everyone nodded along. Dean chuckled.

“He ain’t lyin’” Sam pursed his lips again and bitch faced Dean. His older brother seemed unphased.

“Thank you for being here, Sam. Stay strong, stay pure” Suzy replied and suddenly the entire circle in sync stated “Stay Strong. Stay Pure” like they were chanting a conjuration.

“How about you, Y/n?” Suzy smiled warmly.

“Uh… I have tough parents. Let’s just say they weren’t really happy when they found out I popped my cherry and well… here I am” I shrugged impassively. “And you, Dean?” I smirked. “Tell us your story”

“Yeah, Dean” Suzy encouraged “Tell us why you came here.” She seemed hungry to hear his voice.

Dean shot a small glare at my triumphant smile, before squaring up his shoulders. “Uh, hard to say, exactly. Yeah. Sex has always felt, I don’t know, good, you know? I mean really, really good.” He looked around, realizing who he was talking to. “Uh… But, uh… Sometimes it just makes you feel bad, you know?” I could see the wheels in his head spinning, trying to find a good, believable enough story. A lie. “You’re drunk, you shuck up.” He smiles “Then it’s the whole morning thing. You know, ‘hey that was fun’ and then ‘adios’, you know? Always the ‘adios’” He looked wistful.

“But you know, when you get down to it, what’s the big deal, right?” Then he turned and stared at me, a small ghost of a smirk forming on his lips. “I mean, sure, there’s the touching and the feeling of each other, my hands everywhere, tracing every inch of her body, the two of us moving together, pressing and pulling…” his bright green eyes were so intense, challenging me to say or do anything. “… grinding” All the women started shifting uncomfortably, toying with their papers, watching him, probably trying not to drop their panties on the floor and beg him to take them right then and there. The asshole knew it but continued anyways. He was trying to get a reaction from me. “Then you hit that sweet spot, and everything just builds and builds until it all just-“ Dean made an explosion noise with his mouth and Tammy’s paper being crunched between her hands echoed in the room. That, along with his brother’s bitchface and my smug look, brought Dean back. He cleared his throat

“Yeah, uh… But the whole thing was a little too, uh, sticky. So, uh, I got my V-card back.” He slapped his leg cheerfully “The End!”

Safe to say I got out of there on wobbly legs.

Sam headed to their room –we found out we were staying in neighboring motels-as Dean offered to “escort me” in mine. I laughed at his face and muttered a mocking ‘sure’ to which he pretended to take offence.

“Hey, I can be a gentleman!” He pouted.

“Key word being ‘can’.” I winked, unlocking my door. “Coming in for… tea?” Tea, Y/n?! Seriously?! Dean practically laughed at my face

“Suuure”

And, predictably, three minutes later I found myself pinned against a wall, racing on who could take his clothes off quicker while kissing. The kisses were messy, full of clashing teeth and laughter and awkward angles but, my God, I didn’t give a single fuck about it.

I won.

“Shoulda known not to wear five hundred layers, Winchester” I grinned, under him, hands tightening in his hair, a moan dying on my lips as he sealed them with his.

“We’ll see if you’ll be throwing any more smartass comments in a minute, sweetheart” The mischievous glint in his eyes sparkled.

“We’ll see if you’ll hold out for even a minute, Dean-o” I arched up to him, lips messily contracting his.

“That a challenge I hear in your voice?” He grinned. I winked

“Only if you prove me wrong”

And holy hell, he did.

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filipeteimuraz · 5 years

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What is ICANN? ICANN is the Internet Corporation for Assigned Names and Numbers. It’s a non-profit that’s responsible for coordinating the unique, specific names and numbers that identify your online presence — also known as domains and IP addresses. ICANN doesn’t own or operate domains and IP addresses; rather, it coordinates with domain registries and domain registrars, and acts as a central repository for IP addresses, to implement universal operating procedures that keep the internet running. It’s not unlike how cities manage naming streets and assigning home addresses: the city doesn’t own your house, but someone has to keep track of what it’s called. ICANN also requires domain registrars to provide accurate contact information for the owner of each domain, and to make that information publicly available through Whois.

Remember to turn on automatic renewal.

In a lot of businesses, auto-renewal is sneaky — a way to charge you for something you never use and forgot you bought in the first place. But when it comes to domain names, we absolutely recommend it. Forgetting to re-up means your site will go down, which happened to automated marketing powerhouse Marketo in 2017. Even worse, if you have a covetable domain name, it might get scooped up. That’s what happened to Google.com back in 2016.

Domain registrars don’t all have access to every domain name.

For the most part, if a name is available, you will probably be able to purchase it through any of the best domain registrars. But some accredited registrars only offer limited top-level domains (TLD). (A TLD is the stuff that comes after the dot.) This is especially common in smaller registrars, or providers that over domain registration as a secondary service, like a web host. (For example, InMotion Hosting, one of our favorite web hosts, can only register .com, .net, .org, .biz, .us, and .info domains.)

That’s because registrar is different than a registry. Registries are who actually hold the TLD and their associated names — for example, VeriSign controls all .com and .net domains while PIR controls all .org and .ngo domains. Registrars manage the reservations of the names provided by the registries, and have to act in accordance with each one they are involved with. Not all registrars work with all registries, which is why some only have access to specific TLDs.

How come some registrars charge more than others for the same domain?

Registrars are middlemen between you, the customer, and domain registries, who hold all the domains. It’s similar to how department stores are the middlemen between shoppers and clothing manufacturers. The registries set their prices — the equivalent of wholesale prices — and registrars add their fees on top. That’s how they make money. A registrar selling a domain for more money than its competitor is just making more money off the sale of the same product. (Some registrars are making headlines for registering domains “at cost,” including Cloudflare, the content delivery network provider. )

Recap: The Best Domain Registrar

You should buy your domain name from a registrar (not a web host) and you should not buy anything else from your domain registrar. You’re here for one thing and one thing only.

There are a number of registrar-only options including Google Domains, Gandi, Hover, and NameSilo — but we recommend Namecheap.

Namecheap has good prices and is the easiest to use. It’s what we use. There are a few upsells, but you can skip them, since the only one you really need is included for free: privacy protection.

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