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John Price x Virgin!Reader

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Warnings: smut with some plot? She/they pronouns/fem!reader, no protection (Use protection nasties.) P in V sex mentions breeding, virginity taken, couch sex, slight overstimulation, no use of Y/N, Reader is 20-25.

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You're sitting on prices lap in a passionate kiss on the couch of your shared home, both of you have been dating for a while first meeting each other when he picked you to be on task force 141, working by his side slowly gaining feelings for him you wouldn't ever say it or even pay attention to it, that was til he had asked you out on a date. You never told him that you were a virgin, you found it a bit embarrassing that you're in your early 20's and haven't lost your virginity yet, you didn't know how he would respond. He's always respected you and made sure you were ok with everything he did making sure he didn't take lingering touches too far or passionate kisses more than that, he didn't mind that you weren't ready as long as you are comfortable is all that mattered the most to him.

You pull away from the kiss trailing your hands on his chest a bit nervous you wanted to tell him but didn't exactly know how. Price caught up on your nervousness holding your hand with one of his as his other hand remains on your waist rubbing soft circles while stealing a soft kiss from your hand.

"What's on your mind dove?" Price asks, as he continues rubbing soft circles on your waist trailing down to your hips

"If you want me to stop I will, hun" Price says reassuringly as he steals a kiss from your forehead.

"No, I want you to continue. I've just never done this before…" you softly mumble the last part feeling even more embarrassed. He smiles softly kissing your red cheek.

"We can always take it slow, love. As long as you're ok with it." He says, slowly putting both hands on your hips.

"I'm ok with it" you reply, trailing your hands on his chest again.

"Atta girl" he says as he presses his lips against yours slowly trailing his hands on to your ass, as he presses kisses to your neck and collarbone leaving variations of deep purple and red marks on your skin.

His hands leave your ass and reach up to the bottom of your shirt, lifting it up and tossing it aside to be forgotten about. Price leaves soft kisses to the top of your breasts before ripping your bra off to leave more pretty red and purple marks on your body. Softly massaging your breasts he puts one of your left nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking it loving how red your face is, staring into your eyes admiring the bite marks in his provisual vision. He stops sucking your left nipple and caresses it with his big hands rolling your nipple between his pointer fight and his thumb making you bite back some moans and whimpers.

"No one's around, dove, I wanna hear you make those pretty noises, my love…" Price whispers into your neck kissing it and softly biting it making sure he doesn't hurt you, making you whimper a bit when he leaves another red mark on your skin. Hearing you whimper made it more tempting to just fuck you right then, of course he wanted to take it slow for you making sure you remember how much pleasure you got from him. He knew he had to fight back the urge to fuck your pretty little brains out and breeding you till all you can think is how good his cock makes you feel. His self control was strong, the only weakness he had was you, you always have been. Small stolen kisses turned into heated make out sessions, you always could make him fold so easily even just your presence in the room or you taking care of him after missions or just long days of paperwork. Pulling you back into a passionate kiss as he slowly lays you on the couch making sure your lips stay connected to his. You both break away for air as Price puts on a show taking his shirt showing off his abs, the scars on his abdomen and the hair on his chest while rubbing circles on your waist with his thumb “Do I have consent lovie?” He whispers into your ear.

You simply nod, as your heart starts racing faster "I need words hun." He simply states.

"Yes.. you have my consent john.." you say just above a whisper. He slowly pulls your pants and underwear down, tossing it to the other side of the room to be forgotten about along with your shirt and bra. He starts kissing and biting your inner thighs making sure it matches with your chest he looks up at you once more

"What's the safe word, dove?" Price asks

"Asteroid" you simply reply softly

Price kisses your clit before he starts to give it a few kitten licks earning a few whimper and whines from you as you start closing your thighs a bit. Price wraps his hands around your thighs so he can continue his meal although he wouldn’t mind having your thighs squeezing his head, he’d love for you to do it he'd even encourage it, he’d die a happy man being suffocated by your thighs but right now he just wants to see your face how good he can make you feel by just his mouth. He soon enough attaches his lips to your swollen clit sucking harshly to bring you closer to your first orgasm of the night. Price softly rubs small circles on your thighs as you come down from your high

"Good girl" Price mutters the praise soothingly as he scratches your thigh with his beard before pulling away from your heat, leaning up to kiss you again as you take rushed breaths to come back from your high.

"You alright, Lovie?" Price asks gently before kissing your bruised neck again massaging your waist with his big hands

"Yeah…" you quietly respond trying to slow your breathing down

"You're such a good girl, aren't you sweetheart?" Price softly whispers into your ear

"Only for you" you breath out

Price chuckles as he pulls you into another deep kiss slipping his tongue into your mouth claiming his dominance once again. After a few moments price pulls away

"Are you absolutely sure, hun?" Price asks once again while lining up to your heat

“Positive.” You confirm once again reassuring your boyfriend that you wanted this, Price kisses your cheek before slowly entering his tip into your warmth making you moan softly.

“Good girl..” Price praises again moving his hand to hold yours as he slowly pushes himself more into you, by the time he was halfway inside of you you squeezed his hand starting to get a bit overwhelmed from the stretch of your walls. Price immediately notices and stops moving so you can adjust to his size “Good girl, so good for me, honey…” Price coos into your ear kissing the side of your face he continues holding your hand reassuring that you're doing good for him “Can I move again hun?” Price asks again.

“Y-Yeah please move baby…” you whine out almost begging for him to move again Price starts moving the rest of himself inside of you, once he's fully in your heat he stays still once again making you can adjust to his length “Tell me when to start moving doll face” after a few minutes of peppering your face and neck with kisses you move your hips trying to get some form of friction between you two "John please move…" You whine out needy, John chuckles kissing your neck once again moving out slowly and back inside your warmth again keeping the slow pace for a few thrusts before going faster "Just tell me when to go faster Lovie'' Price says kissing your jaw keeping the same pace so you get used to how big his size is, after a few seconds he grunts into your neck feeling you clench around him making him buckle hips slightly, you clench around him again hearing a low groan in your ear from the man above “Please move faster, John…” You whine into his ear bucking your hips into his. Price chuckles moving his hips into yours faster making sure he goes deeper into you “This good, baby?” Price asks moving one of his hands to caress your face “Y-Yeah amazing, John” you whimper as he hits that one area of bundle of nerves inside you, Price notices immediately moving his lower half to aim at your sweet spot trying to make you come to your second orgasm for the night. You wrap your legs around his waist starting to get lost in the pleasure "Fucking shit, you feel so good, my love" he groans into your neck quickening his pace a bit, feeling the familiar warmth in his lower abdomen bucking his hips into yours throwing himself a bit off pattern. Price moves the hand caressing your face down your neck then your breasts, slowly stopping at your abdomen feeling himself rutting into you making him groan before moving his hand down to your clit rubbing and pinching it lightly to get you to your second orgasm of the night "C'mon, baby cum for me. Cum all over my cock, wanna feel you, baby" He mutters in your ear as he softly bites your earlobe quickening his pace and making sure this is the best orgasm you've ever had. "Oh fuck- John!" you whine arching your back whimpering his name as if his name was a prayer as you squeezed his cock releasing your second and final orgasm of the night "Squeezing me so fucking tight, honey" he pants against your ear "Where do you want me to cum, doll?" He asks on the verge of his release.

"Inside me please, I need to feel you." You whine starting to feel overstimulated bucking your hips once again. As soon as those words left your lips he buried himself in you as deep as he could letting the coil in his stomach snap, cumming inside of you trying to keep his cum safe inside of you as groans your name under his breath.

Price stays like that for a minute before pulling out slowly not wanting any to spill out "Good girl, took me so fucking well, didn’t you, love?" He says as he caresses your face, kissing your cheeks "Let's get you cleaned up." He says before picking you up bridal style carrying you to the shared bathroom placing you on the toilet seat kissing your lips softly "So proud of you, my precious girl" He says before leaving a quick peck on your lips turning back to the bathtub starting to run the water. "I'll be back in a minute, ok?" He says before leaving the bathroom door.

You hum exhausted as you lean against the back of the toilet seat waiting for him to return. Price leaves the bathroom changing the sheets and putting your favourite pyjama set on the bed before going down stairs getting you a snack and water.

"Love, I'm back." He says, giving you the glass of water and snack "Don't want my pretty girl passing out on me" he chuckles, kissing your forehead before going to the bathtub making sure the water is warm enough, turning off the taps. Price picks you up bridal style once again placing you in the bathtub sitting next to you on the floor "John, get in with me please" you say caressing the side of your boyfriend's face.

"How could I ever say no to such a perfect girl like you, love?" He chuckles getting in behind you kissing the back of your neck pulling your body closer to his "So proud of you, baby. I love you so much" Price murmurs in your neck scratching you with his beard probably leaving you beard burn for the morning to deal with.

"I love you too, John," you say smiling, moving your hands up and down his arms that are wrapped around you massaging them softly.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 8 months

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Hii, since you asked for some Sam requests, I throught about this.

What about something where reader (female if possible) is a werewolf and it's like full moon, and she's super insecure because she doesn't want to hurt him but he stays with her during the transformation? And it's just super fluffy before and after? Also, It would be great if It was season 1 Sam :3

Thank you in advance, don't worry if you can't or don't want to do this request^^

Have a good day/night <3

.⋆｡Beneath The Moonlight｡⋆.

Sam Winchester x werewolf!plus size reader

You have a deadly secret that you’ve been keeping for almost 12 years but when Sam Winchester blows back into your life, he proves to you that it’s ok to need someone else to help with the burden

Warnings: angst, self-loathing, fear, brief references to a werewolf’s diet, self-harm in the form of using silver against herself, fluff, almost confession, I made her a little more of a traditional werewolf cause I can, brief mention of dead parents, Dean really wants to be Sammy’s wingman

WC: 1.3k

Minors DNI

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Your eyes darted to the clock above the kitchen sink as you sliced off yet another piece of pie for the ravenous hunter in your living room. There was just about an hour left till sunset- only an hour until the full moon would breach the horizon and you would be swallowed up by the monster that lived in your chest.

Even now, you could feel her flexing her claws and pushing against the walls of your mind. She wanted out and she would do anything to be free.

You squeezed your eyes shut, forcing back the sting of tears as you took a deep breath and left the solitude of your small kitchen.

Sam and Dean, the sons of the man that saved you from a werewolf pack 12 years ago. John made it a habit to check in on you every once in a while but after he went missing, Dean decided that he should take on that responsibility. So as you were preparing to weather out another full moon chained up in the basement beneath your isolated farmhouse, the younger two Winchesters appeared on your doorstep, inviting themselves in.

You knew you had to get them out, no one knew your secret and if they found out, you were sure that a silver bullet to the heart was in your future.

“It’s gettin kinda late don’t you think?” You desperately tried to keep your voice level but the flash of hazel told you that you weren’t doing a very good job. You handed Dean his third slice of pie while vehemently ignoring Sam’s gaze.

He had always known how to read your body language, even when you were both 10. “I thought you liked having us here sweetheart.” Dean attempted to croon but instead spat pie chucks across your coffee table. You shot him a look and he sheepishly wiped it up with his shirt sleeve

“I’ve got jobs I have to do early tomorrow and if you haven’t noticed, I don’t exactly have the space to house two hunters.” Dean paused mid-bite and cleared his throat before a devious smirk grew over his lips.

“Well I guess not but you certainly have room for one.” Before you could comprehend what the older boy was implying, he had wolfed down the rest of his pie and sprung up from the couch with a speed you thought he could never possess, and ran out the front door while yelling behind him. “Have a good night!”

The roar of the Impala’s engine carried over the quiet fields surrounding your house before Sam was even halfway down the hall. Your hands trembled as he walked back into the room, an embarrassed smile on his face. “I’m sorry about him. I can call a taxi or just walk back to town if you really want me gone.”

You shook your head. “It’s fine Sam. Let me clean up and I’ll set up the bed for you.” Your throat was tight with anxiety as you felt the beast inside you grin. He’ll make a good snack, you could hear her say.

“I couldn’t take your bed.” He started but you waved him off with what you hoped was a comforting smile and not a grimace.

“You’re too tall to fit on the couch and I won’t accidentally wake you up in the morning if you’re in my room.” Sam’s footsteps followed you into the kitchen. “Go on, I’ll only be a couple minutes. There should be some extra soap in the hall closet if you want a shower.”

You chanced a look back at your friend and caught the briefest glimpse of a soft look on his face. “Thank you.” He silently turned and left, presumably to make use of your small shower, and you breathed a sigh of relief.

If he was in your bedroom, he wouldn’t hear your screams as you turned.

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Pain blazed through your veins like a drug, slowly ripping you apart only to stitch you back together and do it all over again. She hated that you had tied yourself up like a dog- a silver infused iron chain wrapped around your neck and bolted to the reinforced concrete floor, the muzzle that kept her from howling bound tightly to your face and the handcuffs around your wrist that prevented you from moving lest the pure silver burn through your skin.

You eased yourself back against the far wall of the basement and turned your head to look out the lone window in the room. It was small and protected by iron bars but it allowed the warm summer breeze to wash over you, granting you a brief reprieve from the agony you were in.

As the weak moonlight finally brushed over you, your senses sharpened. You could smell the leftovers in your fridge and the scent of soap, you could see the small bugs that flew past the window and the small particles of dust that floated through the dark air. You could hear footsteps-

The basement door creaked open and you whimpered, the sound too grating on your sensitive ears. “Leave!” You snarled, your voice deeper and more dangerous as the wolf slowly consumed your mind. The footsteps continued.

Sam appeared at the bottom of the stairs, dressed only in his jeans and a t-shirt. He smelt like you with a mixture of his natural musk that you could only detect when he hugged you. His eyes were downturned and shining with tears.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” The laugh bubbled up from your chest before you could stop it. It was broken and sounded more like a hyena’s cackle than any sound a human could make.

“I only know hunters, what would happen if I told them I need to eat hearts to live?” Sam flinched but didn’t look scared, he almost looked… sheepish.

“Guess you’re right.” He stepped closer to you, his tall body now illuminated by the pale moonlight. “What I meant to say was, why didn’t you tell me?”

Silence washed over the both of you and your eyes dropped down. The shadows around you were steadily getting shorter, closing you into the far corner of the basement in a vain attempt to keep your wolf at bay.

“You left, like you were meant to. I’m meant to be alone.” You were struggling to speak as your mind slipped into a more primitive state. “Alone- can’t hurt anyone.”

Your ribs cracked and Sam stepped forward. Another wave of his scent washed over you making your chest rumble with a pleased sound. “I would’ve stayed, for you.”

Warmth bloomed across your face even as your back collided with the cool brick wall. “I would’ve taken care of you.” He slowly dropped to his knees only an arm’s length away from you, the moonlight following behind him.

Suddenly you were both ten years old again and grappling with the concept that the monsters in your nightmares were real. But yet again, there was the hazel-eyed son of a hunter telling you that everything was going to be ok and that even if no one else was, he would be there for you, no matter what.

A large, warm hand cupped your full cheek, his thumb brushing over your soft skin. “Sh-sh-should be scared.” You growled but nuzzled into his touch anyway, desperate for the first piece of physical affection you had felt since your parents died. He smiled and took the chance to place his other hand beneath where the collar rested across your neck.

“I could never be scared of you.” Your eyes sparkled with tears which he quickly wiped away as soon as they fell. “And you don’t need to be scared of hurting me or anyone else for that matter. I’ll protect you.”

The moon bathed both of you in a serene light for only a moment before your vision began to blur and your body trembled under the strain of your transformation. “I won’t leave you behind, never again.” But it sounded more like ‘I love you’.

And as you finally surrendered to the monster within you, Sam’s face was the last thing you saw and for the first time since you had been condemned to this life, you knew peace.

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aghostwrites · 6 months

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Doll

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Warnings: orgasm (male and female) oral (male and female), face sitting, dominant female, praise kink, mentions of trauma, helplessness, smut, NSFW, penetration, female empowerment, overstimulation, begging, she/her pronouns, he/him pronouns

paring: Captain Price x F!reader

word count: 8k

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extras: this is the longest fic we have written, please let us know what you think.

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Price lets his body weight rest against your back while his hands pin yours above your head. You wiggle to get free and he growls low in your ear. You thrust your hips into his working to get a knee under you so you can tip him over and escape. No luck. You tap the mat three times and Price removes himself from you. You turn over so you are lying on your back panting hard.

“You’re fighting like a man, stop it.” Price orders you, walking over to the edge of the sparring mat and picking up two towels and a bottle of water. “You are not built like us. Use that to your advantage.” He says while tossing a towel onto your still-collapsed body. You grunt and sit up wiping the sweat from your brow with the towel. He hands you the water and you take it nodding in thanks before downing half the contents.

“I have been fighting this way for half my life. It worked for me then, it should still work for me now. I don’t need special treatment or training, I’m a soldier like you.” You say when you have gained some of your breath back. You have spent the last few years working your way up the ranks in the British army to get to where you are. The newest member of the 141 Task Force, specifically requested by Captain John Price himself.

“No, it won’t,” Price growles. You glare at him and he glares back. “I’m trying to keep you from getting killed, Sergeant. The men you fought before now weren’t trying to actively kill you, these men will.” You scoff.

“You have read my file, you know that is a fucking lie.” Your eyes cast down looking at a sweat stain on the mat trying to distract yourself from the memory. Price sighs and comes to sit next to you on the mat.

“I hate to say it Sergeant, but that experience will be every day on the field. Tell me now if you can’t do this and I’ll transfer you back to your old squadron.” He says, sounding defeated. You whip your head up to meet his eyes, the shock quickly turns to rage.

“You do anything of the sort and I will make your life a living hell, Captain.” You growl out. Your old squadron is where you had the most difficulties. Men you thought to be not only your teammates but friends betrayed you. They wanted to knock you down a peg after you finally outranked them. They attacked a superior officer and were dishonorably discharged. You ended up with four weeks in intensive care. That is why Price ordered special combat training with him every morning before the briefings.

“That’s the spirit, lass. Come on, one last round.” Price grins and stands helping you up as well with an outstretched hand. You finish off the water before tossing the empty bottle and the towel back into the corner. You both get into a defensive stance, arms up and hands guarding your face. Your fists are clenched ready to throw the first punch but Price steps out of his stance, walks over to you, and grabs one of your hands.

He is gentle as he pries your hand out of a fist, his calloused fingers dragging across your skin as he holds your hand in an open palm. His hand doesn't leave yours as you stare up at him.

“Try this. Instead of immediately going into offensive, work with a loose defensive stance. Tire your enemy and misdirect their hits instead of blocking with your arms. Once you have them off-balance use your size to slip under them and take them down.” He says his deep blue eyes boring into you. You nod and suddenly the heat of his body is gone. He is back to his starting spot hands raised with closed fists. You shake your hands out then jump back into your stance this time with open palms.

He rushes forward and punches toward your chest. You instinctually block letting his arm hit you, definitely leaving a bruise before you remember you are supposed to be misdirecting. You move your arm so his hit slides off and he stumbles forward more than he was planning for. You duck under his arm and kick his knee. Price bucks backward but doesn’t fall.

“That’s it.” He praises raising to his full height again and facing you. “Keep that up, lass.” He brings his leg up and aims for your stomach. Redirect you remind yourself. So when you feel his foot barely press against your stomach you swipe your hand down and away from your body. His leg lands giving you an opening to his head or shoulder. You puch his face causing Price to stagger backwards. You take the second opening and dive for his legs, grabbing them both in your arms and pulling them together as you push forward. Price grabs your shirt when you bring him down to the mat with you causing it to rise and slip up over your head.

You let the fabric slide over your head, his hands now tangled in your shirt. With one arm you wrap around his and pull both his arms tight to your body, with the other you slip it out of the sleeve of your shirt and press your forearm to Price’s throat briefly cutting off his air. Your faces are inches apart and you are practically straddling him. Price lets his head fall back and taps your side three times. You jump off of him letting the shirt fall away completely so you are only in your sports bra and PT shorts.

“Fuck,” You groan and sit on the mat your energy completely drained. Price sits up to detangle himself from your shirt. He is grinning from ear to ear, the expression exposing the crow's feet around his eyes.

“Two weeks and you finally beat me. Nice job.” He tosses your shirt back to you. You catch it but fall backwards arms above your head and close your eyes in silent victory. When you open your eyes Price is standing over you his hand out to help you up again. You take it and he pulls you to his chest then quickly lets go. You wish he hadn’t, his body heat feels so nice against your cold sweat-dampened skin.

“Good work today, Sergeant. Hit the showers and be in the debriefing room in fifteen.” He says stepping off the mat and leaving you in the quiet training room to stew in your thoughts. You groan and fall back to the mat, you are used to guys taking it easy on you, Price doesn't do that. Instead, he treats you like a soldier, and you respect him for that. Except, these early morning private sparing sessions have got your head spinning. You know it’s wrong, it’s so wrong. He is your superior, yet.

“Fuck me,” You tell the room. You have developed a crush on your Captain. Not that it’s hard, it seems like everyone in the 141 except you is drop-dead gorgeous or has a voice that sends shivers down your spine. Out of the four men you now work with, why has your mind continuously wandered to Price and how he treats you? Soap is a non-stop flirt, Gaz is the closest to your age, and you are frankly scared shitless of Ghost but fuck if his voice isn’t sexy. Price, Price showers you with praise, something you are not used to. Could that be the factor for your attraction to him? It has to be, right?

You finally stand and head to the women's changing room to shower and prepare for the day. The hot water feels like heaven against your soar muscles and bruising skin, and still, you think of Price when he gently took your hand and ran his calloused fingers over your knuckles. How would his hands feel on other parts of your body? You turn the water to cold to help calm you down and quickly finish your shower. You dress faster than you showered and head to the briefing room. This will be your first mission with the 141, you need to have your head on straight.

“Well hello, Beautiful.” Soap calls when you open the door. You sigh and take a seat as far from him as you can.

“Price is running late.” Ghost says looking at the clock and then at you as if it is your fault. You hold up your hands.

“He left before I did,” You say. Price enters not long after looking refreshed and serious. He hits the lights and grabs a remote to turn on the projector.

“This is our target.” He clicks the remote and a face pops up on the screen. He then jumps right into describing how the mission will go and what everyone's jobs are. Since this is your first mission you will be out of the main fighting, instead you will be providing support as sniper recon. You preen, sniper is your favorite job since you are so good at it. Soap said you might be better than Ghost, which caused the masked man to glare at his field partner and growl. Gaz will be with Price securing the target while Soap and Ghost clear the way for evac.

“Wheels out at 1300.” Price dismisses everyone. You get up to leave but he calls you back.

“Yes, Sir.” You say standing at parade rest, feet apart and hands behind your back. You can and have stood in this position for almost 24 hours as punishment at your first base so this pose comes naturally and comfortably.

“Need a call sign for you.” He says. You are surprised, normally call signs are things you are given by your team or a nickname that sticks for whatever reason. You didn’t think Price would allow you to pick your call sign so you have nothing to offer him.

“I’m sorry sir, I don’t have one.” You admit sheepishly. He looks at you, his gaze softening.

“It’s alright, do you have a nickname? Something from your early training days or from back home.” Yes, a word that has haunted you for years. A word that has been used as an insult and catcall since you started in the army. Your hands clenched into fists behind your back.

“Come on, doll. Just one more and you can be done.” Your First Sergeant mutters next to your ear as he leans down next to you a heavy hand on the small of your back pressing you down as you try and finish your final push-up. One more and you are finished with Physical training for the day. Most of your battalion have left after finishing their PT for the day, but a few members remain. Their smiles are sinister watching your First Sergeant mock you.

“Over here, doll. I have a nice warm seat for you.” One of your teammates shouts over the room patting his lap. There are no other free seats so you opt to stand in the back but he grabs your arm as you pass. He tries to pull you into his lap but you twist out of his grip. “Come on, doll. Don’t be mean. I’m only trying to make you feel like part of the guys.”

You stand in the rain in full-field gear. You zone out trying to make it through this hellish drill. Your drill instructor steps close his face inches from yours as he starts to scream at you. “What the fuck is that look on your face, Private? You are a soldier, not a doll. Act like it.”

“That’s it doll, cry for us.” Your teammate says looking down at your beaten body. Five other members of your team, men you considered friends until that moment, are laughing with him. “Think you're a big shot now. Well, let me tell you something.” He kicks you in the stomach causing you to cry out in pain. You black out before you can hear what he is going to say.

“No, Sir. I don’t have one.” You tell Price. He looks at you as if he could see the memories playing like a movie through your eyes. He places a hand on your shoulder and squeezes giving you a reassuring touch.

“That’s alright. We’ll figure something out for this mission but let me know if you think of something.�� He says then motions for you to exit the room ahead of him. You quickly walk to your barracks room to get ready for the mission.

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Packing doesn’t take long, so you spend the rest of your time sitting in your bed reading a book. The book has been on your ‘To Read’ list for a while now but isn’t interesting. Your mind keeps thinking about Price asking you about a call sign. Even the men of the 141 have all called you “Doll” at one point in time, they quickly stopped once they noticed how angry you got towards them shortly after hearing the pet name. You could make up your own name and be happy with it, no one would ever call you Doll again because you would be respected. Have a name that people will respect instead of constantly calling you pet names that do nothing but make your skin crawl.

So, why do you keep thinking about that name? When you try to think about something else, your mind shifts to thinking about Price that morning holding your hand. You are getting frustrated with your head and the book does nothing to distract you like it should.

The book is a remake of Beauty and the Beast, Stockholm syndrome, and taboo love with a monster. You wonder what kind of beast Price would be if you lived in a fantasy world. With how much he smokes you immediately picture him as a dragon, his horde the soldiers he takes care of. Including you.

You snap the book closed and jump off the bed. Restless you pace the small room until you find yourself in the private bathroom staring at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes are glassy and your face resting. You can see it when you look like that, the reason everyone calls you doll. You look like painted porcelain, if only everyone could see the cracks you hide.

A knock at your door pulls you from your reflection.

“Hey, Captain is calling everyone to the mess hall,” Gaz says through your door. You open it to see him raising his hand to knock again. “Sorry, I wasn't sure if you were asleep or not. No one has seen you all morning.”

“Reading,” You tell him walking out of your room and down the hall Gaz following next to you.

“What book?” He tried to make small talk. You tell him the name of the book but stay silent.

“Is it any good?”

“No,” You say. You don’t mean to sound harsh, but your brain has been your worst enemy today and it has not left you in a good mood. Gaz is a part of your team now, you can trust him.

‘But you did that before and look where you ended up.’ A voice in the back of your head whispers. You shake your head and enter the mess hall with Gaz at your back to see Soap and Ghost sitting next to each other at a table and Price standing in front of them one boot propped on a seat. Price grins when he sees the two of you enter.

“Glad you decided to join us, Luv.” He says motioning to a seat for you to sit in, Gaz takes the seat next to you and Price finally sits as well on the other side of Soap.

“What’s up, Captain? Change of plans to the mission?” You ask, looking around at the men. You know these are good men, respectable men. Price is a protector and he would never let anything happen to them, which means he would not let them do anything to you either. Yet, that voice in the back of your head starts to scream. You are surrounded by men you don’t know and can’t trust. You want to run or sit far away from them.

“Nothing of the sort, lass. You are still green with the 141, so we,” he gestures to the rest of the team. “Want to share some stories with you. It’s smart for a team to have a foundation before they go into the field together.” You nod agreeing with his statement but still uncomfortable with the idea of sharing parts of your life with these men. Price knows the most about you since he read your file, but the rest of the team knows next to nothing about you except what they have seen for themselves.

“Ok, I’ll go first,” Soap says and jumps immediately into a funny story about introducing Ghost to a battalion in Mexico. Ghost was polite enough to play along and delivered his line with enough prompting from Soap.

“I nearly told them his first name but this big yin stops me mid-sentence and says,” He motions for Ghost to say the line giving the masked man the biggest puppy dog eyes ever.

“That’ll do,” Ghost says grumpy and irritated. The men laugh, except Ghost of course. You smile, playing along with the cheerful atmosphere surrounding you, but you are still on edge. You are surrounded by men. The way to the exit is blocked by men. Men sit so close to you that if they shift an inch one of them could touch you. Someone else starts talking but you keep the strained smile on your lips trying to not bring attention to yourself.

Someone says your name, but you are too locked in your thoughts to notice. All you can think of is the last time you were surrounded by so many strong men, taller and faster than you. You can practically feel the cracking of bones and the splitting of skin. Your heart is racing but your eyes focus on the floor, seeing it tinted red with your blood.

“Hey, you ok Doll?” Soap asks, placing a hand across the table and touching your arm. Your focus shifts to him. His touch. His words. In an instant, you flip your hand around and grab his arm pulling him towards you across the table. You stand from your seat and grab Soap's hair, you pull his face away from the table and then slam it back down. Your eyes are blown out wide searching for the next to move.

Ghost.

He lunges across the table and grabs your arms trying to make you release his field partner. You let Soap go and switch to defending yourself against the tallest and deadliest member in the room. Your chest is aching with the effort of keeping your breath, your heart nearly beating through your ribs.

The room is dark, only a sliver of light bleeds through the crack in the door frame and your friends surround you but they are not your friends anymore. Someone grabs your shoulders and a fist connects with your stomach. Your dinner threatens to come back up, staining the floor more than your blood does. Another punch, this time to your skull, ears ringing.

“Stop,” A gruff deep authoritative voice shouts. The hands release you causing you to collapse to the ground. The pain stops but the sounds continue. You can hear the pounding of fists against flesh, of bones breaking, and your gaged screams. The voice says your name, the aggressive authoritarian tone gone, replaced with gentleness unnatural for the event you are suffering through.

“Come back to us Sergeant, you are safe.” He says. It is a man. But not the men who beat and nearly killed you, a different man. You associate his voice with gentle corrections and praise. Warm calloused hands caressing yours as they relax your hands, their touch lingering longer than necessary.

“Deep breaths Luv, we got you.” The room is still dark, your body still aches, and your chest still pounds but the men are gone. Replaced with absolute blackness. You are aware of what you just did, and how you reacted to a simple word and gesture. You attacked a teammate, and the rest of the group protected him. Protected him from you.

“Oh, god,” You breath, you have turned into your attackers. After this, you will be discharged and forced into civilian life. With no protection, your attackers can find you and finish what they started. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You sob. You feel bad for what you did to soap, you truly do. It was a reflex caused by trauma, they can’t blame you for that but they will. You know they will.

“Easy luv. No one is upset with you. You are safe.” the voice pulls you back to the surface again. Not enough for you to surface but enough to make it easier to breathe.

“Hey, it’s alright lass. I’m fine.” Soap. his voice cuts clear through the darkness pulling you out of your thoughts. You squint at the bright light as you open your eyes and see the 141 sitting on the floor around you giving you the space you need to breathe. All of the except Price, he kneels in front of you, his hands hovering around your shoulders afraid to touch you in case it would send you spiraling again but close enough so he is there to catch you if you faint.

“There you are, Luv. How you feeling?” Price asks. You shake your head not trusting your voice at the moment. Your chest is aching from how fast your heart is racing and your throat feels raw. “Can you walk?” He asks next. You tense your legs feeling the muscles, and you should be able to stand and walk for a bit. You nod. Price adjusts so he can pull you up and offer you his hand. Fingers shaking you place your hand in his and he pulls you to your feet. You look down at Soap, his nose is bloody and Ghost is hovering over his form but otherwise, he seems unharmed. Nothing permanent at least. You will need to apologize to him once you have calmed down.

“Come on then Luv, I’ll walk you to your room.” He keeps an arm out for you to grab if you need it. You stand on your own two feet and take a few steps before wrapping your arm around his when you feel your knees start to buckle. “Everyone back to their barracks, get some rest, and be ready for the mission in 4 hours.” Price orders. The other three men in the room stand, watching as you and the captain walk out of the room.

Walking back to your barrack is quick, you make it quicker by picking up the pace before your legs give out. Price keeps up and even reaches the door before you, having it open so you can stroll in and collapse in a chair in the corner of the room. He steps in turning the lights on before he closes the door behind him. He kneels between your shaking legs and looks you in the eyes.

“Are you still good for the mission or should I pull you?” he asks. Your eyes widen and you shake your head.

“I’m good. I can do this.” You argue. He stares into your eyes searching for any hits that something is off. So much is off, so much is wrong but nothing that involves this mission or the 141. Everything is from your past, your problem. If there is one thing you are the best at, it is shoving your problems away until you can deal with them in a safe environment.

“Okay,” He says, nodding at your words. “Get some rest, take care of what you need to do before the mission. If you need me you know where to find me. Promise me you will come to me if you need help.” It sounds like an offer but by the look in his eyes you know it is an order. You nod. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I will. If I need help I’ll come find you. I promise.” You say just to get Price to go away but when you finish you realize that you mean it too. You have always been independent, and would rather fix your problems yourself instead of asking for help, but Price feels different. You feel safe with him like you could truly be yourself around him, show him a side of you no one has ever seen before. Price smiles at you and your face heats up. You look down at the space between you, finding a loose thread on the seam of your pants.

“Get some rest,” He says again, he slowly reaches his hand into your view so you can pull away if you need, and pats your knee before standing. You raise your head watching him leave. When his hand touches the nob you call him back.

“Wait,” You say, he turns to look at you slumped in your chair as you admit for the first time that you need help. “Can you stay for a bit? I don’t know what to do,” you admit. Price nods and motions for you to move to the bed so he can sit next to you. You sit and feel the dip in the mattress as he joins you. You look at the floor and then back at the string on your pants.

“What do you need, Luv?” Price asks.

“To talk, I guess. I don’t know what I need. I’ve never asked for help if I’m being honest.” you tell him. He chuckles and holds out his hand for you to take. You place your hand in his and feel the warm calloused fingers engulf yours.

“That’s alright. How about you tell me what set you off? We can work from there.” He says giving your hand a gentle squeeze. You take a deep breath then let it out in a shaky sigh.

“I wasn’t entirely honest with you after the briefing. I have a nickname, ever since I grew into my body men have called me ‘Doll’. The men who,” You hesitate to continue as the memories flood your head again. You squeeze Price’s hand cementing you in the here and now. “The men who attacked me, I thought they were my friends. Throughout the whole event, they referred to me as ‘Doll’. It was derogatory and an insult. Claiming I was weak and shatterable like porcelain. Being in a room with men of similar build and attitude to them, with no immediate way of escape. It had me on edge, I felt trapped then Soap grabbed me, called me Doll, and I was back in that room again.” You tell Price as tears slowly run down your cheeks. You start to wipe them away but there are too many and your face burns. You let them run.

“I’m sorry,” Price says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders slowly. You huddle close to him feeling the warmth radiating off his body. He tucks you closer to his side. “I put you in that situation without thinking. I should have considered your past and planned better. I’m so sorry, Luv.” You shake your head at his apology.

“Normally I'm fine. I can be in the canteen during meals and not have a problem. I think today was different because I kept thinking about my call sign.” Price looks at you confused.

“I want to move past what happened to me. I nearly died, so what? There is always the possibility of death in this line of work.” You ball your hands into fists. Price starts to draw circles over your shoulder making you shiver. Anger starts to take over your mind, “You know what I want, Price? I want men to fear me, respect me, and give me space when I walk into the room. I want men to look at me and have shivers go down their spines. I want them to stay away because they know I’m not to be fucked with. I never again want a man to think that he has nothing to fear if he approaches me.” you take a quick breath and let the anger settle in your heart. “Men look at me and see a fragile doll that can shatter with one touch. They look at me and see a porcelain face without chips in my paint. Men see a doll that doesn’t belong in the military but in a kitchen. I no longer want to be fragile, Price. I want my paint to chip, the porcelain to crack, my clothes in rags. I want to be lethal. I want to be the doll that people are afraid to sleep with at night.”

Price slowly releases your shoulders and kneels, looking straight into your eyes. “Then be that, be terrifying. Never let your gaze falter, stare until you have the world bowing to you. Be a symbol, let your face crack and your smile fade, and be filled with the desire to own the room. Let yourself be ready for war”. He pauses, “Never back down and never stop until every man knows that your porcelain does not crack from fear but from strength. You are no longer made from weakness, you are a storm that doesn��t relent until everything is shattered, rebuilt in your image.”

“Price,” You whisper, licking your lips. You can’t help the rush you feel as your eyes lower to his lips. “Will you,” You pause, not sure how to share your feelings. You want to kiss him, want him to kiss you. He makes you feel safe and strong, and you want him to make you feel loved. “Can I,” You try again but falter before you can get the word out. You are unsure how he feels about you, so asking him to kiss you would be inappropriate. Not to mention he is your superior, a relationship between you two could never work out. Instead, you take a deep breath and let your eyes glaze over.

“Call me Doll.” You tell him. You feel powerful instead of dread and fear filling your chest at the word. Price has helped you become the nightmare that will terrify your enemies, just like you have always wanted to be.

“You got it, Doll.” Price looks like he wants to say something else, like he wants to say something more but he holds back. A small part of you shudders at your new call sign, but the rest of you is electrified. You are ready to be the thing that goes bump in the night, the terrifying Doll that haunts men's dreams.

“Thank you, Price. For everything.” You say. Price nods then stands placing his hands on his knees to push himself up. You follow his face as he now towers above you.

“Need anything else?” He asks. You shake your head but then nod. Unsure if it is appropriate to ask but the worst thing he can say is ‘no’.

“Would you like to stay?” You ask gesturing to the chair and then around the room. “If you are done packing and whatnot,” You start to stutter over your words at how one could take your words. “I mean if you have nothing else to do, it would be nice to just sit and read, or talk.” Price puts you out of your misery by placing his hand on your shoulder. You look up at him again, you glance at his pants as you raise your eyes to meet his.

“I would like that,” He says, then walks over to the small pile of books you have on a dresser and picks up a random book before walking back to the chair. He lets out a huff of air as he sits then rests a foot over his knee and begins to read his book. You watch him for a moment, admiring his relaxed posture. He is so handsome when he doesn’t have the world on his shoulders, he almost looks younger. You clear your throat and grab the book you had been reading before from your nightstand and open it to the part you had been reading before Gaz interrupted you and continued reading.

To your horror, this is the part in the book where things start to get steamy between the main characters. So there you are, reading smut, while your captain that you admire sits a few feet away reading a book of his own, his crotch in clear view now that you think about it.

The next few hours are going to be long and torturous.

……

The mission. What to say about the mission? Well for starters it was a success, you watched the team as they made their entrance into the compound and covered their ass while inside. Ghost and Soap make the arrest instead of Price and Gaz because the fucker ran. To finish it all off you kept their exit clear and covered their rear as they left the compound and made their way to exfile where you would all rendezvous back up.

Even the rain that pelted against your back didn’t stall the mission at all. It provided you with more coverage than you needed and made your exit quite fun as you slid down a muddy hill to reach a bunch of trees.

That's where things took a turn, however. Lightning had been striking the areas around you in the far distance as you landed in the gathering of trees, rifle pointed up into the sky to prevent you from tripping over the muzzle. You took one step away from the trees and that's when you were hit.

Your scream rang through the coms and the forest alerting everyone in the area of your location, friend and foe alike. All you remember is a blinding flash of white and then electrifying pain coursing through your body heating it until your fingers felt on fire.

That was three weeks ago. The lightning strike knocked you on your ass but in honesty, you were lucky. You suffered some nerve damage to your left arm and fingers but you got away without any neural damage. It is a miracle. You still have to go to physical therapy to build strength in your arm and fingers but recovery is fast approaching. Captain Price had backed off for the first week, doing everything but ignoring you to your face. It only stopped when you barged into his office one morning and demanded he spar with you, after the long talk you both had while trading fists you have gone back to your normal. Well almost.

Price sits in your room with a book in his hands and a foot propped on his knee as he leans back relaxing in the chair. You sit on your bed, back to the footboard so you can sneakily peek over at Price while he reads. You have moved on to a different series of books but Price is now reading the book you were before you left on the mission. You watch his face deciphering his emotions by the twitch in his brow or the way his breathing alters. You want to know what he thinks of the book but you also want to know when he gets to that part.

The part where the two main characters finally give in to their sexual desires. You see Price shift a little bit, pulling on the tight part of his pants. You can’t help but smile over this action, knowing that he did indeed get to the smutty part of the book. Price’s cheeks start to turn red.

“These are the types of books you read, Doll? I would never have pegged you for a person who has this much interest in this type of reading material.” Price says holding the book up. Your cheeks flush red but you also feel a rush of adrenaline hearing your call sign in his gruff voice.

You can’t help the quick remark that comes out of your mouth, “Well no one here wants to play out my fantasies so I might as well read them, unless you know anyone that's willing to enlighten me.” You smirk. Price's eyes dilate at your words.

“Cheeky,” Price says, his smirk turning into a full grin as he tosses his book onto your nightstand and makes his way over to you. You close your book and place it on the bed next to you watching the man you fancy move towards you slowly. You watch his hands dangling down his hips as they clench and unclench. Watch his shoulders straighten as the tension builds in his body. Watch his eyes roam over your clothed body imagining what it would look like bare against the sheets.

He reaches the side of your bed and leans over so his hands are gripping the footrest next to your shoulders. His face is so close to yours that you are breathing in his air. “What kind of fantasies do you have, Doll?” He says leaning forward to whisper the words against your ear. This is wrong but you don’t care anymore. You nearly died twice, you are not going to waste this third chance at life.

“The kind that involves a bit of rope, a dash of leather, and a whole dollop of begging.” You say into his lips. You see the shiver rack his body as he imagines your words, not the way you mean them though. He begins to run a hand up your leg scratching at the cloth covering the skin he is desperate to feel.

“I think we can make your wish come true.” Price says finally leaning in and capturing your lips in a fiery kiss. You feel like you are being struck by lightning for a second time but instead of pain, you feel pleasure. His lips are rough and tase of beeswax, but when he deepens the kiss by shoving his tongue into your mouth you moan at his taste. Rich and smokey just like his cigars and an undercurrent that is solely him, solely Price and you love it.

“Undress me,” You say into his lips. Price backs out of the kiss, his breath sporadic. He kisses your jaw working your belt and pulling your shirt from where it is tucked into your pants. He pulls the shirt over your head leaving you exposed in your bra. Price then dives for your stomach peppering it in kisses as he works your pants and panties down your hips and off your legs. The ends of your pants get caught on your feet so Price has to pull away to free you from your clothing. You laugh at his struggle and roll onto your stomach as he tosses the pants onto the ground.

“Get on your hands and knees' ' he demands, lust filling his eyes. You do as he says, turning and giving Price the perfect view of your ass. He lays down so he is under you, and spreads your thighs, now giving him the perfect view of your pussy. He lets out a low groan before he attaches his lips to your clit, sucking at an agonizingly low pace. You can’t help but grind your hips on his mouth, silently begging him to go faster. You sit up, putting all your body weight onto his face. This won’t do, you want to make Price beg. You begin to ride his face, moaning out his name. Price slowly reaches a hand up, cupping your breasts and pinching your nipples, causing your back to arch.

“Enough,” You growl and carefully get off his face. “Captain, tonight, I’m in charge of what goes on in my room and I’m going to ride you until you’re begging for release.” He looks up at you from between your legs, he cautiously nods his head allowing you to take over and use him like a toy.

“Good boy,” you say as you recenter yourself over Price’s face. He grabs hold of your legs but you smack his hands away, he then clenches his hands into the sheets under him. You sit on your Captain's face and you ride him. Your hips begin to move at a fast pace, and Price’s fingers cup your ass in a way that you knew would leave marks. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was claiming Price’s face. You feel your high and you chase it, moving faster and faster until finally, the release comes, spilling all over your Captain's face.

“I’m so proud of you”, you coo to Price, “You’ve been so good, let me show you what happens when you obey.” You slide off his face and kiss down his chest, leaving little love bites as you move further down. Finally, you make your way to his pants and make quick work of the zipper so you see his cock and grasp it. Price moans at the touch of your fingers. “Now Captain, I have control over you, you will not come unless I allow you. You will not move, you will not resist, I will set the pace and you will like it, understood?” You say with a smirk.

“Yes, Doll,” he sighs. You begin to move your hand up and down his shaft, making little circles around his tip with your thumb. The sounds coming out of your Capitan makes your clit throb. You wanted his pleasure and you wanted him to know that only you could make it happen, as long as he listened. You set the pace and watch Price struggle. He tries to thrust his hips to match your movements resulting in you stopping. “Captain, what did I say? You will not move, you will not resist.” You let out a satisfied sigh “And if you move again I’ll have no choice but to stop, understand?”

“Yes, doll,” Price replies, his eyes longing for your continued touch. You continue where you left off, you can’t help but smile. Price is biting his lip, eyes rolling, enjoying your movements. You give him a few more low strokes before picking up your pace. Little moans escaped Price’s lips. You can feel his release coming as his cock begins to throb. This is exactly what you wanted. You quickly move your hand and replace it with your mouth, molding your cheeks to his size and suck. Price doesn’t last long like this before he comes into your mouth. He is such a good boy. You lift your lips off of him, opening your mouth, showing Price his mess before swallowing.

“Now Captain, are you ready? I was thinking of riding you until you are screaming my name, how does that sound?” You coo. Price gives a quick nod, his cock already back at attention. Your excitement pools down your legs, and you feel nothing but joy and lust.

You adjust your position until you have centered yourself over his shaft reading yourself for the blissful stretching of your cunt. You give his cock a few last-minute pumps before sliding down slowly. Price lets out a long hiss as his hands grasp your hips, his nails leaving crescent marks on your skin. You relish in the feeling of having Price’s cock inside you as he stretches you out and fills every inch you give him. The heat of him warming your whole body.

Once you have adjusted to the feeling you begin to slowly rock your hips giving Price as little stimulation as you can while giving yourself all the pleasure in the world. As you rock he begins to growl at how unsatisfied he is. You run your hands along his chest letting your nails gently scratch his skin. His moan is loud and mouthwatering.

“Use your words.” You tell him, rocking faster not letting your lips leave his pelvis.

“Please,” He begs. Your whole body shivers at the desperation dripping from his lips. You have complete control over this man and he couldn’t be happier.

“Please what, Captain? Be specific.” You halt your rocking to torment the man underneath you. His grip on your hips tightens wanting to force your hips to move again but he knows better. He relaxes his hold on you and takes a few deep breaths.

“Please Doll, more. Make me cum.” He begs. You lean forward and place a deep kiss against his lips. He licks your lips wanting to taste his release mixed with your mouth, you grant his wish. His moan turns into a gasp as you almost raise completely off Price’s cock then slam back down. Your speed is brutal as the sound of slapping skin fills the room along with his moans. You break the kiss to look down at your new toy, his eyes are rolling into the back of his head.

“I’m going to milk you dry,” You tell Price. He looks at you, something in your eyes must have pleased him greatly because he releases his climax deep into your pussy. Your moan fills the air as you feel the warmth coat your walls and fill the spaces inside you Price's dick hadn’t managed to reach. You turn your moan into a sound of disappointment while you lock eyes with your captain.

“Captain, did I give you permission to cum?” You ask him still moving your body along his cock. He shakes his head breathing heavily. “This time, you may only cum when I say you can.”

“Yes, Doll.” He breaths. You grab his wrists and pull his hands away from your body.

“You are forbidden from touching me. Keep your hands above your head until I say otherwise.” He is slower to stand at attention than last time but as you order Price around you can feel him harden. He raises his hands above his head and curls his hands into the sheets to stop himself from touching your damp skin.

While last time you were hard and fast this time you take your time letting Price feel every flutter of your cunt as you rise and fall on his cock. You meticulously clench your walls around his erect shaft and watch as it causes the man below you to unravel into a babbling mess. When you feel his cock twitch, you pause your hips until Price crashes back to earth. After the third time of denying his release Price nearly has tears in his eyes as he begs you.

“Please Doll, Ma’am, may I cum?” He asks like such a polite little toy. You cup his face in your palm rubbing your thumb through his beard. He leans into your touch.

“Make me cum, use your hands. If you do a good job I'll give you your reward, if you disappoint me, this ends immediately. Understood?” Price quickly nods as his hands back your body, one hand going between your legs and the other grasping at your breasts. His thumb makes quick work of your clit rubbing quick circles along the sensitive bundle of nerves. You clench around him as he works your clit and breasts building your climax. You can feel him begin to twitch and throb against your walls, you both drawing close to your release.

“Cum with me,” You tell him.

“Yes Ma’am,” He responds. Hearing him refer to you like a superior pushes you over the edge, making you shudder. Price didn’t hold on much longer and released himself inside of you, both of you coming together.

….

You don’t remember falling asleep after the wild night you and Price had. You quickly take in your surroundings, Price asleep on your chest, your arms wrapped around his body. You smile to yourself, the captain of the 141 is nestled into you like you're his safe haven, maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if you were. You didn’t want to admit that you were falling in love with Captain Price.

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drowning ; unhealthy dynamics, descriptions of violence, s/h mentions slight stockholm syndrome, menetions of kidnapping, fluff, no smut - strangely soft moments and recalling memories of being taken in by amanda and john [ romance ]

quiet morning ; fluff, sleeping with socks, sleepy morning, buffmanda, pervymanda, straddling, teasing - amanda insists you both sleep in. [ suggestive ]

choice ; stroke mentions/slight descriptions, surgery mentions, panic attacks, grounding, hand holding, fluff, "i hate everyone but you" trope - after john has a stroke, you find yourself slightly split between two sides of the same coin. [ angst / romance ]

territory ; apprentice!reader, jealousy, amanda being a guard dog, anatomical terms for vagina, degradation, dubcon if u squint, biting, sadistmanda - amanda catches you and mark going over your lastet work. [ smut ]

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: mark hoffman x reader

worthy test ; dead dove, detective!reader, kidnapping, smut, gender neutral anatomy, gags, rough sex, slapping, needles, drugging, unhealthy dynamics, dom/sub dynamics, size difference kink, age difference, creampie, big ol man tiddies YEEHAWW!! - you and your team of investigators have been after jigsaw's apprentice for months, yet waking up bound to a chair makes way for suprises more sinister than you could have imagined [ smut ]

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; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: homelander x reader

compliance ; sublander, bloodplay, knifeplay, handcuffs, dom/sub dynamic, consent, communication, prior planning, oral sex - getting homelander in a vulnerable position where you put him in cuffs he's not allowed to break. [ smut ]

supernova ; depowered!homelander, homelander reffered to as john, angst with a fluffy ending, domestic sweetness, anxiety attack, eating difficulties - john feels lost after losing his powers despite settling into a "normal" life with you. [ angst / romance ]

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: soldier boy x reader

negotiations ; dubcon, forced orgasms, slight daddy kink, glove kink if you squint, size kink, southern charm, drug use, wall sex, no pronouns used for reader but afab anatomy is repeatedly mentioned - upon joining The Boys to take down Homelander with the help of Soldier Boy, you come to realize he's much more of a hard bargain than you anticipated. [ smut / slight romance ]

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: frenchie x reader

people will talk ; weed smoking, alcohol references, fluff, intoxication, cozy fic, - late night meetings between you, frenchie and a joint [ fluff ]

✩°｡⋆ Unexpected

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ thomas shelby x reader fic [ smut - specified anatomy ]

summary ; the shelby's and your family have worked together for quite some time. when your mother made a bold move against the lead shelby brother, you took to going to apologize personally.

tags / warnings ; intoxication, spanking, grinding, pleasure denial, thomas shelby being a bitch, smoking, masturbation, facial, cumplay if u squint, explicit consent, power imbalance

i. evening ,, ii. morning

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theboysfanfic · 2 years

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Patience, Baby 'club fic'

Pairing: Homelander x Female reader

Warnings: 18+ only. Sex. Smut. PDA. Minors/under 18s do NOT interact. Light spoilers for S3 episode 2.

Words: 3.5k

SUMMARY: After Homelander’s fake birthday doesn't go how he wanted, his ego is feeling super damaged and you want to make him feel better, but he has his own plans for you. A night out at a club with him proves dangerous in some ways.

Notes: The first of my fics inspired very much by season three of The Boys. Yay! Announcement post for this fic HERE, where I mentioned I was inspired to use my HC of dancing with Homelander.

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‘John come here!’

He disappears backstage. I find him sulking, stroke his hair like he likes, gliding over his shoulders and gently back to his hair. I place both hands on his face, over his cheeks and pet upwards towards his hair line and run my hands over his locks. He rests against the backstage wall as I pet him, over and over. He responds with his chin in the air, clenching his teeth. His breathing uneasy, his head falling back onto the wall. I caress the front of his neck and under his jaw as he's looking up. He moves under my touch, ever so slightly, head side to side, meeting my gaze at times, eyes filled with worry and anxiety.

‘Baby, talk to me please. I know, you're mad. But talk to me.’ I say.

His eyes fill with pink, but he doesn't speak for a while longer, just looks at me with his giant eyes. Lips twitching.

He exhales, grabbing my wrists in both hands. I can't move and he spills his anger.

‘Can you believe that bitch. Refusing to sing, it was a simple request. She can sing for Noir but not for me!? And on my birthday!’ he growls and looks to the floor. When he raises his eyes to mine again they are red. Up close to him like this when he has his heat vision turned on, its a different feeling, like molten lava about to pour out over me, like he's not looking where he's pouring his feelings.

‘Baby breathe!’ I coach him, but I have no hands to pet him with. ‘Let go John, baby let go.’ my voice is a little more frantic and agitated than I want to let on. He realises he is still holding me, his eyes widen and he lets go. With his hand on his hip he paces up and down the hallway, leaning his head on his forearm, his eyes clenched. He's trying to take deep breaths but his teeth are grinding as I come up close. I push his hair out of the way and kiss his cheek. He blinks and recollects himself, turning to me, with a forearm still leaning on the wall.

‘Look, let's get out if here. It's done now, let's go home, I'll make you feel better.’ I flirt. Sliding my hands down his abs, over his belt giving him a hug from behind, before he spins round to press his forehead to mine and take me by surprise with open mouthed kiss. I manage to break away from his lips. ‘I don't want this to affect you anymore than it should, its OK if it does, but I don’t wanna see you like this.’

His voice changes to husky, sexy, slow. ‘But do you wanna see me like this?’ He pushes me against the opposite wall, his hands pushing over my chest, gliding down to my hips.

‘Always!’ I say.

‘I know where we can go.’ He stares at me from under his brow. Licking his lips.

He grabs my hand. ‘Let's go!’

‘Ashley, I want publicity for tonight.’ he takes her aside before dragging me out of Vought tower. ‘Where to?’ She asks. He leans in to her before we walk away.

‘Where?’

He dismisses me, changing the subject. ‘Now babe, I need to take you home, I want to show you off so wear something you usually wear, make it count.’

‘You don't need to ask me twice, I love a night out with my boy, I dress up for you as much as I do for me, you know that, but,' I draw close to his ear, 'Don't you wanna stay in tonight?’

‘Not tonight.’

‘Oh, but I want you to myself tonight. It is, your birthday.’ I pout and purr in his ear.

‘Don't worry you'll have me to yourself later.’ He says.

‘Ok, so where to?’

‘I'll carry you.’ He says.

I smile and pour myself into his arms. He lifts me and flies us away.

The neon lights and bass is booming from the alley side entrance. I spot a Supeporn dot com sticker and sexy Homelander illustrations in the flyers.

‘John no way!’ I protest as he leads me past the bouncers and into the club, with a hand on the small of my back, keeping very close to me. They let us through without question, past the line of club goers who hoot and yell out ‘Homelander’ and wolf whistle at the two of us.

‘Baby why did you take us here?’

‘Come on it'll be fun!’ He says, turning to me with a smile plastered across his face. His eyes look disconnected. I squeeze his bicep as we walk, my arm looped around his. I take comfort in his stature and build, his cape swinging behind both of us. When I can't see John's eyes, I worry. And now he's hiding them behind a veneer of Homelander. But the scary thing is that he's putting on the appearance for me too.

‘I love you.’ I whisper to him. ‘It’s OK.’

He doesn't skip a beat and continues walking through the crowd, his fans. Our fans now. Someone shouts, ‘Is your girl here to display your goods for us? Are we gonna have a show?’ Then a wolf whistle from a female group sitting up in a booth, all clinking glasses and looking out. When we get further in, I notice some of them are holding red and white striped...

‘Oh my God, baby is this a sex worker hangout, a party? That porn site runs these, I've heard of them but... I cling to his shoulders and throw my face in to his neck, cradled by his collar and his warmth. Although his veneer is colder than John. He doesn't ask me if I want a drink, just pushes me to the dance floor. I put a palm up to his chest.

‘Stop, John. I want a drink.’

He rolls his eyes in a cute way, his hair bouncing as he looks back at me, caving to my resistance to him and we go to an empty booth barricaded with ropes. Homelander doesn't think twice about going past security, they let us in as soon as they see us coming. There are beaded blinds over the entrance and this one is more private than the others. Champagne glasses sit next to an ice bucket of Moet. Supeporn stickers scattered everywhere. I pick one up flipping it. This one is the Deep, a dolphin instead of a rampant rabbit. I turn to him. I pick up another one while he pours me champagne. And then there’s this.

‘Homelander, he's 7 inches of home grown American hero. Our most popular best selling toy to date. Take Homelander to bed!’ I read the copy on the flyer out loud. ‘I’m surprised Vought doesn't make these.’ I say.

‘How do you know they don't? He says.

‘Wow. And they made you right. Did they? I need to see one of these.’

He looks pleased with himself. His jaw jutting for everyone to admire, including me. I attempt to leave the booth alone, but he doesn't let me. An arm blocking me, pulling me towards him.

‘Not so fast.’ he leans down to slow talk in my ears. ‘You’re not going without me.’ He breathes down my neck. I weave my hand into his and we walk out through the cascade of beads circling the round booth.

‘Only with me.’ He says through his smile as he walks beside me, pressed into my shoulder.

‘So did they make your toy right?’ I ask.

He doesn’t respond. Just looks at me from the corner of his eye, smirking to himself. At the bar they have stacks of the things, boxed up pretty. There's one for each of the Seven. Someone eyes me as I'm looking through them.

‘You're Homelander’s chick? Are you gonna tell us if he’s true to size?’

‘I can tell you he's not red and white and stripy.’ I say. I pick up the Homelander box and turn around. He catches me in his arms. The box bumping him in the chest.

‘OK if this is you showing off, I'm gonna open this right here.’

The ceramic penis is glossy in the strobe lights as I raise it out of the box. It has a golden Eagle base. Ridiculous. I hold to up in John’s eye line. But it’s Homelander looking back at me, his eyes looking mischievous and shiny.

‘So is it what you hoped it would be?’ He says.

‘Well I need to test this out don't you think? How will I know if it compares to the real thing.’ He breaks contact with my hand as I stretch his arm to the limit, making a break for the ladies room.

‘Oh you really need that if you have him? So lucky.’ A female voice tells me as I shuffle through the crowd. I roll my eyes at the audacity. As I'm about to go into the ladies, in the lobby leading into it, the lights are hot pink. Fake palms lining the loungers, the neon flooding everything, making it almost dark and seedy. Homelander grabs me, turning me back and out.

‘Don't you dare go in there, and you're not putting that anywhere near you. Why use that if you have me, now?’

‘I’m consumer testing. Gotta let the manufacturer know if they made a quality Homelander product.’ I move closer to him. ‘If it’s as pleasurable as the real thing.’ I grip the toy in both hands, leaning into his chest. He pulls me into the centre of the dancefloor. It’s pulsing with dark wave. It's a a sexy beat ''...it's clear that you are guilty of murder. And yet he says in all of his conversations with you, he never heard you express remorse. Have you never felt it? And as I just said it's clear that, you. Are. Guilty.''

‘You don't need this.’ he tells me and snatches the dildo out of my hands. ‘Homelander incoming’ he shouts and throws it in the air. He takes my right hand and rests it on his crotch. He pulls me close, flush to him grinding on me to the music. He's pushing his hips into my hand. And from the corner of my eye I see a circle forming around us, the dancefloor clearing out to give us space and to watch us. I can't say I'm not enjoying this, of course I am, we haven't had a night out like this. But his veil is up and I know what he's doing. This is classic Homelander seeking attention. He just wanted to be seen on his birthday, and they won't give him that. As the beat progresses, he gets harder under my hand. I pull him closer by the neck and lean in, ‘Baby why don't go somewhere private?’

‘I want you to play with me.’ He says with half lidded eyes. His jaw tightening each time my hands sweeps his pants.

‘I will baby, let me give you all the attention you deserve.’ He takes my hand and pushes it under his belt, into his pants. I feel his bare erection, warm and hard.

‘John, you can carry me and we can fly together. And I can give you everything you want, at home.’

His eyes turn red and he says, ‘Give it to me now, here. I want you to.’

‘John not here.’

His eyes flash and he lifts us up above the crowd. His lip is sexy and snarled, he's growling at me. ‘I want you to finish me, here and now what a better place, they all want me and they want to be you. My queen will show them what they are missing.’

‘John we're not giving them a show! Not like this, but let's compromise,’ I lick his top lip. ‘I told you I love you, and there's nothing that can take that away from you. Not Vought, not Starlight. There's nothing they can do to bring me to love you less. Whatever they try there's no way they can reduce you to a version I will hate. Cause I know you care about me. I will love you more than they hate you. And because of that I'm stronger than them. Whatever you feel. And I want you to know it’s OK to feel it.’

His eyes go wide but he's gritting his teeth in defiance, from the day’s events, from his birthday being ruined. But he's listening to me with his eyes raised to mine. His face tilted in an inquiring look, mouth resting and looking like he's gonna punch someone, but he's leaning in to me, rolling his eyes up to look at me.

‘I want you now.’ He growls the words. ��For all your teasing you're super sure I won't make you, he sides left and right around my face, breathing over my cheeks, heavily, his breathing is interrupted and he is agitated. ‘Be patient, baby.’

‘I'm not ok with us pretty much fucking in public, but I get it, I know why you want this. And I will never fuck you over John, I will however,’ I wrap my arms around his neck, kiss the base of his neck and gently lap at his skin. I continue to whisper to him, ‘I will give them a show,’ I gesture to the crowd, ‘but when we leave here, you know I would fuck you better than Vought can, I am willing to do whatever you want for my birthday boy.’ I throw him a smile and plant my face on his. The kiss is slow and precise. Very slow. I lick his tongue and he laps back. I break momentarily and the way he is looking at me. Divine. He licks his lip and his eyes are the kind of self important look he gives when he’s accomplished something untoward, a self satisfied kind of look, but impossibly sexy. He floats us down from the ceiling and we are met with cheers and shouts. I don't hesitate to bring back our kiss for everyone to see. I kiss John so slow and passionately deep that he almost trembling under my touch. No one exists, just me and him and my body charged from his touch, his lips and his tongue. I move to the music, as close to him as I can, I whisper things in his ear.

‘I want you to lick my pussy as slow and thorough as I'm kissing you now. And I gonna suck your dick just as good. I need you undressed and naked, I want you to be completely relaxed, I don't want you to think about anything, just that I wanna worship you. But as much as I wanna ride your dick, I'm gonna take one of those 7 inch true to size Homelander toys and you're gonna watch me use it. And I want you to jerk off with me, do you understand John? And then, John, I need you to take me out on your balcony, and I want and I need you to fuck me while I'm on my hands and knees.’

John has never flown me out of anywhere as fast.

At his apartment he circles me round the dining table, a smug pull to his lips, as he sheds his suit bit by bit. First his Cape un-clicks, he folds it neatly over a chair. He tugs as his collar eyes firmly on mine. He's across the table and he's teasing. Revealing his neck then his collar bone as he unwraps the lapels on his torso. I feel myself drooling, he hears my heart rate rise and snaps his eyes to mine as I struggle against the barrier between us. Waiting, wanting to get past the table, to catch up to him.

‘Are you patient now.’ He leans on the back of a dining chair, tapping his fingers on the edges. He spins it, pointing, ‘Come here.’

I am silent, gazing at him wide eyed, from across the opposite side, the small distance too much for me to take.

‘Come here and tell me everything again. Everything you want to do. Or better yet do it.’

‘Oh I want everything -'

‘Then do it.’

‘How? You're way over there and I need you so much.’ I tease.

‘Climb.’

I drag my knees up and along the polished surface. He's watching and waiting. I stop. His reaction , the tiny chin lift, his cheek twitching, it’s so worth it.

‘I thought I told you, to climb.’

‘You did but, why haven't you taken off your pants. I want your beautiful dick on display. It’s on show everywhere, but it’s just for me. Right?’

‘They all fucking love me.’ His voice slow.

‘I fucking love you!’

‘So sit down!’ he says. The anger in his voice makes me feel things. He takes off the rest of his suit.

‘Why don't you wait for me, I’ll be right back.’

He comes to look for me when I don't come back. I’m leaning back, legs up on the sofa, gliding stars and stripes between my legs. He walks in with his eyes red, he's sensed I’m here up to no good. He’s naked now.

‘Were you lying to me? He says.

‘No. Not lying.’

He pushes against the back of my hand, knocking Homelander Tm inside. I gasp and he lifts me carrying me, placing me opposite him, propping my legs up on the edge of the sofa while he sits between them and leans back. In between the gliding of his replica in my hand, over the surface at first, I hum ‘Homelander’ squirming where I sit as he holds onto my legs for control.

‘Tell me again he says. Tell me you love me. You're the fucking best, they don't fucking love you like I do.'

I hear he's gripping himself, and I see his head thrown back on the sofa, his blonde hair disheveled.

‘Tell me.’ He growls through his teeth.

‘I fucking love you! I sing it to him, losing control.

‘Who do you Fucking love?’ He forces the words out. His hair shaking as his hand is touching himself.

‘John! I love you, John!’ I pant. Blue tip now invisible on Homelnader Tm. His breathing is laboured and he stops himself from overflowing.

‘So if you fucking love me so much, you're gonna let me do whatever I want.’ He's dripping clear, as he tears himself from the chair and perching on his knees he tells me, ‘You'll love the real Homelander even more.’ He grabs my wrist, stopping my motions, stopping the glide, and revealing the blue tip again. He throws it to the side, smashing pieces on the floor. Lowering himself between my knees, between my thighs to lap over my clit. I wrap my hand around the back of his head, but don't guide him. He knows what he's doing and he's sending me into a blissful spiral. I tell him with my eyes closed, almost in a trance like state.

‘Homie I need to...when will you let me suck your -‘ He slows down like I asked him. Slows down to an excruciating pace. ‘Oh please, Homie.’

He holds me there, slowly driving me mad until he stops. From the floor, crouched down on his knees, he says. ‘We're gonna go out on the balcony on this hot summer’s night and you're going to suck my cock. Then when I tell you to get on your hands and knees you'll do it.’ I hear his voice, commanding, sexy. I don't argue with him. But he wants a response.

‘Do you understand? He prompts.

‘Baby, I understand!’

In the balmy summer breeze his hair sweeps and flies, the outdoor spotlights highlight his every muscle and cast shadows that add some ambience and mystery. I kneel down in front of him and gaze up at his face, and never take my eyes from his as I indulge in him like a popsicle. Delighting in his facial expressions, his jolts and shakes, tracing the trail to his cock and squeezing his butt. But he tells me to stop.

‘Turn around. I want you now. I want to fuck you.’

‘I don't need to be told twice baby.’ I crawl in front of him, so wet he doesn't have much resistance, and he feels a million times better than Homelander Tm. ‘Homelander…’ I drag the syllables, my voice no longer restrained or normal. It’s sultry and breathy. ‘Homelander, you feel so good.’

‘So you know what stars and stripes are like now. But you won't pass me up anymore, will you? And if I tell you to use it you will, but never without me, never without me seeing you.’ He grips my waist and I'm almost screaming. ‘And then I'm gonna get you to scream my name from the rooftops.’ I can hear his gleaming smile. And I do, I scream his name.

‘Oh John!’ It’s ‘John’ over and over, then I scream ‘Homelander’ and I'm louder than I've ever been. Certain he's satisfied with showing me off for the night.

#homelander x reader #homelander fanfic #homelander smut #the boys fanfic #homelander

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peakyscillian · 1 year

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Family Ties | Modern!Tommy Series

Summary: The Shelby’s will do anything for family. Warnings: ✨SPOILERS✨ Smut, 18+ Minors DNI, Mature themes, use of the word ‘Whore/Slut’ , mentions of unconsenual sex. Mentions of miscarriage proceed with caution Part: 15 Pairing: Modern!Tommy x Fem!Reader Requested: No Notes: If you read a series/story and you like it or even love it, please comment, like & reblog so writers know they’re getting the interaction they deserve! It means so much to see someone reblog your work! I also want to thank everyone who has shown me so much love on my work!!

Family Ties | Part Fifteen

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Part Fifteen.

Tommy made his way into the abandoned warehouse, your voice telling him to be ‘bloody careful this time’ ringing in his ears as he strides through the corridors, he stops outside the door at the furthest end of the warehouse, he can hear Arthur inside.

Checking his gun is sat in his holster before he pushes his way in, Arthur is sat in front of the man who’s tied to the chair, the busted lip and black eye a sign his older brother has had a good go at him before Tommy arrived.

“Brother, we fucking got him” He states, Tommy nods because well, yes he could see that, Arthur stood from the chair, landing another blow to Sam's stomach making him cry out in agony.

Sam looked up at Tommy, he went to speak, but Tommy was in his face, “Think you can go around controlling all those vulnerable women eh?, make their lives hell and get away with it?” he sneered.

Sam smirked “They all fucking deserve it, especially Y/N, she fucking loved every minute being a whore needed putting in her place” he laughed, Tommy’s fist connected with his face “keep her name out of your fucking mouth” he shouted.

Sam was laughing, could see how he was winding Tommy up “Nice fucking cunt eh?” he taunted, Tommy immediately had the gun pressed against Sam’s forehead, eyes locked on the man who had caused his wife so much pain.

“Enough!” he bellowed, watching with a smirk as Sam went to open his mouth, without giving him a chance to say anything degrading about you again, he pulled the trigger.

“Fucking hell, Tom” Arthur chuckled, as Sam’s body slumped forward on the chair, “he didn’t deserve to fucking say her name again” Tommy pushed the gun back in his holster.

“Call Johnny Dogs he’s waiting to clear up, I need to call John and Finn, let them know to get things underway at Daytona’s” Tommy looked at Arthur, “Get home to Y/N, I can deal with them, Johnny Dogs knows his orders” Arthur patted Tommy on the back, “Get back and tell her the good news eh?” he smiled.

Tommy nodded “Thanks Brother” he took one last look at Sam, finally gone, he couldn’t wait to tell you, to see your face when you found out he wouldn’t be hurting another young women again.

You greeted Tommy a few hours later, throwing yourself into him not caring about the blood on his clothes and face, “He’s gone darling” he hummed, pulling back to get a good look at you “Fucking free of him finally, eh?” he smiled cupping at your face, you bit at your lip trying to hold back the tears.

“Really?” you were shocked, finally, you felt the weight lift from your shoulders “Really Darling, got what he deserved” he pulled your face towards his, lips pressing against yours.

Tommy woke up to the sound of you muffled behind the closed door of the en-suite, the soft heart wrenching sobs, he was out of bed in a flash, heart pounding as he twisted the doorknob.

“Y/N, love unlock the door” he gave it a gentle tap, voice soft, “please” he added as an afterthought. Letting out a breath as the click of the lock indicated he could go in, his gaze skimmed over you, the red of your eyes, the red on the tiles “I think I'm losing the baby” you choked out a sob.

Tommy gathered you into his arms, hand stroked over the back of your head as he soothed you “let's get you cleaned up, eh?” He hummed, moving you to sit on the edge of the bath, he could see the red streams on your legs as you doubled over with another pain.

“He’s fucking dead and he’s still won” you hiccuped, would this ever end? You wouldn’t ever be free of him. Tommy knelt on the floor in front of you, hands stroking against the skin of your thighs “He hasn’t won, I won’t fucking let him” he sighed.

He called for Polly, someone just to come over because fuck, he didn’t have a clue what to do in this situation.

Polly had got you cleaned up and into bed, a calm presence in the madness, she found Tommy in the bathroom making an attempt to clean up, hands shaking as he wrung out the cloth “Thomas, leave it” Polly spoke softly.

“She can’t come back in here to this, Pol, why her eh?” he was trying to stay calm, didn’t want to make you upset, “She doesn’t fucking deserve this, we don’t deserve this” Polly took his hands “He’s gone, you sorted it, you’ve kept her safe” she spoke trying to get him to see sense.

“But he’s won hasn’t he?” Tommy gestured to the mess of the bathroom, Polly shook her head “No he hasn’t because you’ve still got each other, you found each other and you saved her” Polly reassured him.

“Tom” your soft voice came from the doorway, stepping into the bathroom you kept your eyes on your husband, “I’m so sorry” you whispered, Tommy pulled you into him “You have nothing to apologise for” he guided you out of the bathroom.

He helped you into bed, letting you curl into his body holding onto him. “I’m going back on the pill, I don’t want to go through this again” you confirmed, you really couldn’t go through this pain.

Tommy pushed his fingers through your hair, “Baby, you don’t have to worry about that right now, eh? Get some sleep, please?” he urged, looking up as Polly came back into the room.

“Call me if you need anything, I’ll be back tomorrow” she smiled, you looked up at her “Thank you Pol, I’ll come see you out” you went to move from the bed. Polly frowned, “You will not, I’m capable of getting out of the door myself, get some rest” she ordered, you nodded knowing not to ignore her orders.

Polly turned before she left the room, “I don't want to see you working for the rest of this week, that's both of you” she didn’t give either of you a chance to answer, before she left the room.

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maybankxw · 2 years

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ummmm… jj x kook! reader enemies to lovers? hehe 🙏🏽

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pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead! [violence!!; an assault attempt; panic attack; mentions of blood; alcohol; bickering; unprotected sex; oral, female receiving;] minors dni!!!

summary: jj and the girl going all their way from hating each other to somewhat lovers

word count: 8.2k

a/n: thanks for requesting! if you’re sensitive to any topics mentioned in warnings I do NOT recommend reading! all the violence and assaults come from side characters, not jj! the meaning behind him calling her princess - he thinks she’s a spoiled kook girl. it’s the shortest version of enemies to lovers, tried my best! enjoy!

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“So, now that I introduced you to each other, I hope we can all be friends?” Sarah grinned widely, throwing her arms up in the air, excitement written all over her face. She got with Pogues months ago, assuring me they’re fun to be around. The were, except for one particular guy.

“We have enough in our crew already,” the blond boy retorted, indignation radiating off of him as he eyed me up and down, clenching his jaws in disgust. I noticed his gaze lingering on my lips a little longer than it should, “I don’t think you’ll fit in,” he shook his head, his lips pursed, a frown creased his brow.

“Oh I will, thank you for your concern,” I faked a smile, keeping my tone friendly. I wouldn’t let a guy I barely even knew pressure me down, “Besides, you’re the only one who doesn’t want me here, so,” I glared at everyone, they kept silent but their faces were relaxed, smiles curling in the corners of their mouths, like they enjoyed us bickering, “It’s only your problem, I guess, you’ll have to learn to live with that, pretend I’m not here,” I rolled my eyes, giving him another exaggerated smile, satisfied with myself.

“What’s wrong princess? Not the cottage of your dreams?” Blue Eyes mocked me as we came close to the Chateau. He was walking behind me, carrying a huge backpack, the others were already inside, so no one could hear us, at least I hoped so.

“Why do you have to be such an asshole all the time?” I looked over my shoulder at him, “Can’t you just pretend I’m not here?”

He laughed under his breath, shortening the distance between us. His face gleamed in sunlight, his hair, blown by the wind, fell messy over his forehead, he was cute, attractive I would say, but his attitude shaded all of it. Jerk. That’s who he was to me. I shook my head, when I caught myself staring, our eyes locked for a moment, but I brushed him off, getting inside.

I knocked on the door of John B’s house, waiting for him to open.

“You,” my face dropped to aversion as I rolled my eyes, when I saw JJ leaning against the doorframe, “Move away.”

I took a step forward, but his huge body hold the whole entrance, giving me no chance of getting past him without actually touching him. The thought of touching him caused an ick. The intensity of my stare should have startled him, except it didn’t. He stood still. “If you think you’re being funny, you’re not. Let me in.”

“No, why would I?” he scoffed, his arms stretched above his head grabbing the doorframe.

“Get the hell out of my way, you jerk,” I shoved him into his chest. He didn’t expect that, or he did and just gave in to me, because he stepped back, giving me space for walking further. A nasty grin flicked on his face as I walked past him, exasperating me, I wanted to slap it off.

The sky lit up by the stars, bonfire warmed my cold palms, everyone laughed and sipped their drinks. A random guy sat next to me, flirting, his arm wrapped around my shoulder. I wasn’t really in the mood for partying and neither was Blue Eyes. He leaned against the tree next to Pope and John B. They talked about something, but he wasn’t paying attention, his gaze was fixed on mine. I regarded him, raising my eyebrows, mouthing “What?”

“He’s not good for you,” he mouthed back.

Now I frowned, tilting my head to look at the guy, who kept speaking nonsense. I couldn’t even catch up, he was talking a lot, “Hey,” I interrupted, “I need to go.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” “What?” a laugh escaped me, I felt him gripping my thigh, his calloused palm tightened on my bare skin. I wore small white summer dress, which stopped at mid thigh, revealing a little too much, “Let me go.” “Don’t act all innocent, I know why you’re here, whores like you only come to the parties for one thing, I can give you that.”

I jerked my leg, clenching my fists, ready to step on his foot and run. A familiar voice interrupted us, “Is there a problem?”

“No problem here,” the guy loosened his grip just a bit, so it wouldn’t look like he held me captive.

“It doesn’t look like that to me, let go of her,” Blue Eyes commanded, his palm fell on my shoulder and I winced at the contact, feeling the warmth of his body spreading through mine. He never touched me before. I wasn’t sure who startled me more at that moment.

“I said we’re fine here, you can go,” the other guy replied louder. I remained silent, wondering why did JJ even come here to rescue me, it’s not like he cared anyways.

“Get up,” he told me, his tone serious, his body as tensed as mine. Just when I was about to stand up, the never stopping talking guy snatched me, holding me by my hip and the back of my neck. Nausea and anger rolled through me, JJ’s eyes met mine, I couldn’t let him see me weak. A wave of bravery washed over me and I pushed my elbow into the guy’s stomach, my foot hit him in the balls and I wiggled free. That’s when JJ caught me, his strong arms held me tight and safe, my face buried into his shoulder. Time slowed. People watched, I didn’t care. It scared me, how good it felt.

He pulled away just a bit, pale blue eyes found mine again, “Are you okay?”

I sobered up, “Let me go,” I pushed him off of me, looking for my bag, my mind clouded with the past events, the loathing feeling of the flirting guy’s touch made me shiver and scrunch my nose. It felt like someone invaded my privacy.

I turned my head at the sound of someone wriggling and moaning in pain, Maybank smashed a fist across the guy’s face, then beat him with his heavy boots, mumbling something I couldn’t hear. When he finished beating the shit out of the flirting guy, he found me.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I said quietly.

“Do what?”

“Protect me? Stand up for me, you know.”

“I didn’t. I called out a bastard for being one,” he took a sip form his plastic red cup, crumpling it in his hands.

“I love cooking together,” Kie babbled, dicing tomatoes, while Sarah washed the rest of the vegetables and I chopped potatoes. It was crew’s night at the Chateau, guys were getting us booze and cleaning up the living room, while we made meals for the night.

“Do you think potatoes will do?” I asked, adding all the seasonings needed, checking if the oven heated up already, “We have three hungry men back there,” I chuckled, spreading vegetables on a baking sheet, pushing it inside the oven.

“They’re JJ’s favourite,” Kiara announced and I felt a weird flicker of heat in my chest. Hell no, there’s no way I’m going to let this guy cross my mind for even a second ever again. I tucked any thoughts of him into the deepest corner of my mind, pretending he wasn’t in the next room with the rest of our friends.

The evening was fun, we watched a horror movie, potatoes tasted delicious, Blue Eyes even made a comment about it.

“Can you ladies make these more often?”

“She made them,” Sarah pointed at me, “We almost did no work here,” she snuggled closer to John B. I noticed Kiara’s head resting on Pope’s shoulder and it made my stomach twist. I was happy to see them happy, but the jealousy won over making me hate myself. I was brought back to reality when I heard Blue Eyes speaking to me.

“Are they poisoned?” JJ rasped, his voice so gravely it could seduce me, if only it wasn’t for him.

“Only the ones you eat,” I rolled my eyes, washing down the rest of the beer remaining in my bottle, feeling myself getting tipsy, “You know, there’s a spice, which becomes so poisonous it can kill. It only happens when it mixes with the DNA of an asshole like you.”

“Woah,” everyone gasped, holding back their laughs, watching our fight with curiosity. Like it was for their fucking entreatment.

“You’re getting too comfortable, princess,” he spared me an irritated glance, his fist clenched around the bottle as if he was going to break it.

“What are you going to do about it?” “You don’t wanna know that.” His voice was sharp, he was getting angry and so was I. Anger was good, anger prevented me from dwelling on the truths behind his words.

I loved bickering with him, playing this game over and over again, it was like a sip of fresh air, I forgot the world. I even forgot we were still surrounded by our friends and the conversation wasn’t private. My cheeks flushed and I felt a tiny flame of warmth spreading low in my stomach, I blamed it on the alcohol.

Everyone just returned their attention to the movie, an awkward silence stretched out and I didn’t have any strength in me to lighten up the mood so I let it consume us and focus on the screen — the guy with a hummer, who crashed people one by one.

“We guys should go on a trip,” I eventually spoke up, “Road trip, cheap motel and disgusting food, fun life.”

“I actually think we should,” John B supported, squeezing Sarah thigh, looking at her with raised eyebrow and a smirk.

“Yeah,” Pope smiled, nodding his head, “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.”

Soft warm wind caressed my cheeks, windows down, John B at the steering wheel, driving, catching all the bumps on the road.

Him and the girls sprawled in the front of the van, getting a decent view of our surroundings, while I had to stay with Pope and Blue Eyes in the back. It was getting too hot, I had to take my shirt off, my red swimsuit top too bright, caught all the attention. I saw a muscle pulsing in JJ’s jaw, he took his cap off, smoothed his hair back and put it back on again, his eyes darted to my cleavage, but quickly returned to my face. He breathed out, I heard it was uneven, while Pope tried to tell him something about the boat they were chasing a few days ago.

“We need three rooms,” Sarah told the receptionist of a shitty motel we stopped in.

“Four,” I yelled from behind, “There’s no way I’m sharing a room with him,” my head swivelled in JJ’s direction, but Sarah brushed me off.

We got three keys. Not enough money to rent four rooms, that’s what John B told me.

We climbed up the stairs, couples took their places and I was left with my worst enemy, at least the beds were supposed to be separate. That’s what I was praying for, but life decided to play a fucking joke on me, because the beds weren’t separate, there was only one, big and soft, as soft as the side road motel allowed it to be.

“No fucking way,” I gritted, noticing a tiny armchair that stood in the corner of the room, I took that one, “I’m sleeping in the armchair.” JJ didn’t bother to say anything, he just acted like I wasn’t even there, laying down on the dark comforter, closing his eyes.

It was beyond uncomfortable, my sleep was the lightest and I kept tossing and pulling the blanket, managing to fall asleep for only an hour or so. My back hurt and I moaned in pain, half asleep.

Brawny arms wrapped around me, holding me beneath my shoulders and the back of my knees, footsteps slow and deliberate like he didn’t want to jostle me a lot. I tried so hard to force my eyes open and resist, but it felt so good. His touch was so warm, gentle and soothing, enticement of his strong body and a faint male scent made me relax on him, lulling me to sleep, “Please don’t wake up,” his whisper lingered over my ear and I sank into the mattress. He lowered me down. Fingers brushed my hair off my face as he tucked a strand behind my ear and I drifted off.

In the morning I was the only person in the room, the blanket tucked underneath my feet, no sign of the blond boy whatsoever.

The second day of our trip had been so much fun, me and the girls found turtle eggs on the shore, we surfed, roasted marshmallows and made up stupid songs. We even got a chance to catch a party there, it was full of grown ups, and by grown ups I mean literal grannies and grandads, but we decided to stay anyways. We took shots, it was sweet, with a tiny bit of alcohol in them. We took a lot. I danced with a man called Robert, Kiara and Sarah took John and Richard, guys had a pleasure to share a dance with Linda, Anthea and Maria. Nice people. We were tipsy and happy, smiles wide, never leaving our faces. We lost a track of time, it was around two in the morning, when we finally decided we have had enough.

I had to share a room with Blue Eyes again, at least this time our beds were separated and I blew out a breath of relief. Relief didn’t last long. Still euphoric from our crazy night I grabbed my phone, Maybank was showering, I focused on the vague thud of water running in the bathroom, my mind darted to the times we were on the beach and I saw a vivid picture of his solid body, strong and beautiful. I caught myself smiling, fuck the alcohol, it did crazy things to me. The message popped up on the screen, distracting me from my thoughts, it was from my mom, a voice mail. I wished I didn’t listen to this. A full-blown panic attack crashed over me, I slid down the wall, shaking, tears streaming down my face, my phone fell on the floor with a loud smack, I thought I broke it. My head was spinning and I couldn’t comprehend where I was located, nausea crawled up my throat and I sobbed, loud, tightening my arms around my knees, my breaths hitched, I felt like I was dying.

The message said: We don’t want you home anymore, you can get your stuff on Tuesday.

I felt someone drop down next to me, it was JJ, but I was too out of this reality to recognise him that easily. A faint voice asked, “What happened?” I couldn’t speak, I could only sob, suffocating. Warm palms captured my face, “Look at me, please look at me!”

I did, somehow I managed to fix my gaze on his, I saw worry, or maybe it was fear, “Do you hear me? Take a deep breath in,” he said softly, his fingers caressed my cheeks and wiped my tears away. I took a breath in as he asked. “Good, now out, do it slow.”

He breathed with me, strong palm closed at the back of my neck and he massaged a spot, which slowly released me from nausea and dizziness. He dragged me up to stand on my feet, “Come here,” he murmured, pushing me into his embrace, I cried, my voice muffled by his shirt, my trembling slowing down while I tried to return to my normal consciousness, “You’re okay, I promise you’re okay, I’m here, I’m holding you.” I tightened my grip on his waist as he rubbed my back, his low whisper soothed my ear, “I’m right here.”

Minutes passed, we stood twined, breathing in unison, his heartbeat matching mine, “Do you want to lay down?” I gave him a slight nod and he laid me on the bed, pulling a blanket over me, “Don’t leave,” I mumbled, my voice quiet and exhausted, “Please,” weakly, I patted the mattress next to me and he climbed in, pushing me into his chest, fingers brushed my hair, his lips left a kiss on my forehead. I didn’t know what we were doing, but I needed the comfort and he gave it to me. I needed his comfort.

I woke up with an arm draped over my waist, heavy male arm. The faint odor of ocean scented shower gel hit my senses and I scrunched, cuddling closer. A solid body molded against mine and I heard a drowsy rumble, palm flattened on my stomach, tightening its grip, flickering a flame of heat in the pit of my stomach. Hell, that felt good.

Memories from last night flashed through my mind, the party, the voice mail, me sliding down the wall, sobbing, completely out of my mind, JJ. JJ Maybank.

“Oh my god!” I threw him off, scrambling out of the bed, leaping up on my toes, snatching the blanket off of him and wrapping it around my body, trying to avoid looking at his butt. He wore tight charcoal grey boxers.

“Jesus,” he growled, “It’s too early for yelling, princess.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Why? That drives you mad? Then I have to make it a routine.”

“You do that, I’ll kill you in your sleep.”

He flipped to the side, his shirt rode up, revealing his toned abdomen and I visibly swallowed, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“Like what you see?” he raised an eyebrow at me, grinning like an idiot. I wanted to slap the satisfied smirk off of his face.

“Stop it,” I hesitated for a moment, gathering myself together, “Can you—“ I licked my dry lips avoiding his gaze, suddenly feeling vulnerable, “Can we keep what happened last night between us?”

His jaws clenched and his tone hardened, “Of course.”

It felt like he wanted to keep going, to ask more, but he didn’t and I was thankful for that.

“Truth or dare,” a girl from the crowd suggested, “Everyone playing?”

Our crew accepted that, a few people from the party joined us, so did Logan, the guy who’s been giving me an eye for months.

Rounds passed, it was Angela’s turn, the blonde girl, tall and skinny, her features so cute I wanted to throw up, she picked Blue Eyes.

“JJ,” a smile stretched on her glossy lips, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

She pouted, obviously wanting him to pick dare, “Do you fantasise about someone, from the people sitting here, before bed?”

I knew she meant herself, I snorted, catching all the attention, except for JJ’s.

“I do. Your turn,” he bent his head to look at me, “Truth of dare, princess?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss someone in this circle for fifteen seconds.”

I smirked, keeping my gaze on him.

I shifted closer and leaned in, parting my lips, the tension thick in the air as I inched closer to his face. Everyone watched us, it satisfied me. I wanted to put on a show.

Abruptly, my head swerved to the boy in front of me, Logan, and I crashed my lips against his. It startled him, but eventually he responded to the kiss. I let it linger for fifteen seconds and then I backed away, sprawling in my seat, “Hope you didn’t mind,” I winked at Logan, watching him smile awkwardly, feeling JJ’s eyes burning holes in me, irritation spilling out of him, I could sense it.

“Pope,” I continued the game as if nothing happened, pushing my desire to look at JJ aside, my heart pounding in my chest. I hated this new response of my body to his. As the game went on I felt his thigh brush mine, his fingers grazed my arm unintentionally, we caught each other’s stares a few times.

“Logan? Seriously? This guy will never give you what you need,” JJ caught me alone. Everyone left already, but I wasn’t in no particular hurry, I assumed he didn’t want to go home either.

“You again,” I gritted, he smirked, “What do you know about me? What do I need?” I tipped my chin up, watching him looming over me. “You need someone to bend you over and fuck that attitude out of you,” his gravely voice made me tense, I could sense the smell of his perfume, “You think Logan is capable of that?”

“Are you?” “In your dreams, princess.”

“See you tomorrow,” Sarah smiled at me, “Text us when you get home!” Kiara yelled as the four of them disappeared in the distance.

I exhaled, swallowing my tears back. Home. I haven’t told them anything about the night in the motel, Blue Eyes kept a secret as promised.

Footsteps approached me from behind, “You going?”

I turned back, JJ stood in front of me with his hands in his pockets, his shirt waving in the wind, cap visor turned back.

“Why aren’t you with them?”

“I don’t want to third wheel.”

A chuckle slipped out of my mouth and I felt the heat creeping up my cheeks.

“I’ll walk you.”

“No thanks.”

“I wasn’t asking. Besides John B and Sarah will kill me if I don’t, so you don’t have a choice.”

“I’d rather let them kill you.”

“No happening.”

I closed my eyes, trying deep breathing again. ‘Do not show weakness’ my mind told me.

“Are you okay?” his voice turned wary, his huge palm landed on my shoulder, weighing me down and waking me up. It almost seemed like he cared, except I knew he hated me as much as I hated him.

“I need to sit,” I muttered, holding onto his arm for support, slowly sitting down on the sand. He dropped to his haunches, studying my face, “Look at me.”

“I’m okay.”

“There’s no way I’m letting you walk home alone.”

“I don’t have home anymore.”

“What?”

I regarded him, tears stinging at the back of my eyes, my bottom lip quivering, which I desperately bit onto to prevent myself from crying. Not again, not in front of him.

“Get up. Let’s go, it’s getting colder.”

I was so tired of everything, exhausted, I just followed him, not giving a single fuck about what was gonna happen.

We walked in silence, side by side. I wanted to cling to his arm, I wanted comfort, but he wasn’t the one to give it to me. We weren’t in the motel room anymore. He was the person I despised the most, since day one, yet, there I was, walking with him god only knew where.

The silence was getting too heavy and I determined to be the one to break it. Like always. It was right when we stopped at the porch of a small one story building, “What’s this?” “My house.”

I brought up short, my shoulders stiff, my eyes narrowed, “Your house?”

“Do you have a better option?” “I can’t stay at your place, that’s crazy!” He was a few steps away from me, anger coiled in him as he came closer, his tall frame towered over me, intimidating, making me feel tiny, his jaws gritted together, “Oh sorry, princess,” he snickered, “I didn’t bring you to a huge golden castle, with ponies and rainbows, is that what you expected? You want to sleep outside in the cold? Do it, whatever the fuck you want, I don’t care.”

His arms trapped me, a tree hit my back, when I took a step back, trying to escape inevitable.

“You—,” my pathetic whisper split the hot air between us, and I felt a tear running down my cheek, then I came back to my senses, finding my voice, wiping it off with my fingers, “You don’t have a fucking right to talk to me like that,” I shoved him into his chest, he didn’t budge, disappointment washed over me at him and myself, my parents, my life, “Did I do something to you that I am unaware of? It’s not my fault I was born there and you weren’t, I didn’t fucking choose it,” my fists collided with his chest again, he kept standing still, snatching my wrists, his gaze darkened with rage contrasting with his touch, which was too gentle for our fighting, “Stop being jealous of the life you have never experienced, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows as it seems to you,” I raised my voice, “It’s not my money JJ, its my parents’, they don’t even want me home anymore, I’m just as broke as—“ I stopped, my hands dropped to my sides, I bit my lip, tears streamed down my face and my stomach churned, “Why are you helping me anyways, didn’t you just say you don’t care?” I caught a glimpse of something what looked a lot like guilt in his eyes, they weren’t dark anymore. “You don’t have to do it because John B told you so, I’m not going to run to him complaining,“ I licked my dry lips and noticed his eyes darting to my mouth, puffed and red from crying, his chest heaved and so did mine, his close presence made it hard to breathe and the words just stuck in my throat, “What did I do that you detest me that much?” the words were quiet. Hurt crossed my face and stung my eyes.

His head dropped down and his shoulders shook with laughter, not a mocking one, delusional, “You don’t know anything about me,” he gripped my wrists tighter, like he was scared to let go of me, “About my family,” I felt his body stiffen, “You’re the one to talk, keeping secrets from your friends? Did you tell them about your family? No? Of course you didn’t. Because it embarrasses you. Acting all tough, huh? You’re all ‘nothing can ever hurt me and I’ll bite you back if you say a word to me’ but it’s all just an act and you’re just a scared little girl.”

I slapped his cheek, red coloured his skin and he run a palm across his face soothingly.

It was about months of insults, arguments and frustration in our lives, “You don’t know anything about me either.”

“I know more than you think I do.”

I held my breath, silence stretched out, he was so close I could feel his warm breathing on my cheek. We were alone in the dark, two shades on the wall, highlighted by a single lantern standing a few feet away from us.

“You know what,” I laughed, it was an exasperated laugh, “Fuck you, JJ.” “In your dreams.”

“You’re the last person in the world to show up in my dreams, Maybank.”

“Is that so?” He moved closer, his whisper ghosted my lips and his head was bent so he could have a proper look of my face, heavy palm grabbed the back of my neck, holding me captive. I stared up at him, my palms were clammy and my lips parted. He shifted his hips, hard bulge brushed my lower abdomen, eliciting a moan, which I desperately tried to suppress. My knees gave in. He grinned, satisfied with my response, “Is that so, princess?” he repeated, eyes darting between my eyes and my lips. My stomach burned with desire, but I wasn’t going to make any move. Enemies. That’s where we stood, from the day one.

As if he sensed it, he took a step back, taking an audible breath in, then out, my body suddenly cold, like there’s something missing. “Come on,” he fished out the keys, “My dad is home,” he turned back to look at me, “If you hear any noise don’t be scared, but I don’t want him to see you. Stay in my room.”

Strong smell of alcohol hit my senses, when I stepped over the threshold. The house was dark and I heard his dad snoring, I tried to look around and get used to the dark, but JJ yanked my my arm, pushing me through the door, slamming it shut from behind. Click. A dim light stretched over us, his bedside lamp casted a shallow glow, “You sleep on the bed, I’ll take the floor.” He wasn’t himself, pacing across the room, taking his cap off and slicking his hair back, I frowned, hesitating, “JJ?” He didn’t spare me a glance. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. The bathroom is there,” he pointed at the white wooden door, which looked old, “Do you need anything else?” “Could you maybe,” I licked my lips, swallowing hard, “Could you lend me a shirt?” He only gave me a nod in agreement. Drawer opened, he grabbed white shirt, with a tiny pocket on the left, “This okay?” “Yeah,” I whispered, taking it from him and walking to the bathroom, feeling the unbearable tension in the room and it wasn’t the same as outside. It was heavier, uncertainty filled the room, I almost felt unwelcome.

When I came back, I saw him changing the sheets for me, “You didn’t have to—“ I crossed my legs and hugged my elbows, his head swivelled back, blue eyes skimmed my legs and my thighs, my face and my messy hair. Me in his shirt. It didn’t feel odd. It should have. I tried for a faint smile, but he kept playing the silent game.

“I don’t want you to sleep on the floor,” I sat on the edge of the bed, watching him mushing the pillow.

“Are you trying to get me to sleep with you?” He cracked a grin, but it was an effort.

“No, you jerk,” I slapped his arm playfully, “You can take one side of the bed, I’ll build a wall with pillows between us and everyone is okay.”

“I don’t have that many pillows.”

“Just stay on your side of the bed then.” “This whole damn bed is mine,” he chuckled, taking his shirt over his head, muscles flexed and I bit my tongue, looking away before he caught me, “So I can use whatever side.” I rolled my eyes and crawled over the mattresses, his bed stood against the wall and I used the farthest side, so I won’t accidentally fall down while sleeping. His shirt rode up, baring my ass and I hoped with everything I had that he was watching, I didn’t dare to look. He used the bathroom and joined me in bed, sprawling on his back, hands behind his head, I turned on my side to face the wall, listening to our breathing.

The sound of someone yelling outside woke me up, the room was pitch black and I found myself snuggled to a male chest, my nose almost buried into the warm skin. I let out a drowsy groan, nuzzling his neck. I was so sleepy I didn’t comprehend any actions I’ve made. An arm caught me and pushed me closer by my waist.

I woke up alone, sunlight warmed my skin and I patted back a yawn, exploring the room with my eyes. Pictures hung on the walls, it looked like dead butterflies glued to a sheet of paper, curtains the colour of sand were draped over the window, a closet, a stack of books and papers on the floor, world map stretched on the wall in front of me, there was a table and a chair and hangers on the door, that was shut. I didn’t hear water running, so JJ must have been out of the room.

I grabbed my clothes, pushing his shirt over my head, standing in nothing but my panties, with my back facing the door, that’s when Blue Eyes came in, “Damn, I thought you’d use the bathroom.”

“No need,” I muttered, dragging my shorts up my thighs. Our eyes met, he brought a cup of tea, sat it on the wooden desk and closed the door behind him again, “That’s—“ he pointed at the cup, “Your breakfast. Couldn’t find anything else.”

“Well, it’s something,” I took the cup, taking a sip, thankful for some warm liquid for my stomach, “Listen—“ I dropped down on the bed again, looking at the floor, fiddling with a teabag label, “Is there any chance I could stay here tonight? Only one more night.”

“Okay.”

The day wasn’t anything special, we spent most of the time outside, talking, swimming and bathing in sunlight. Kie and Sarah left early and I stayed with the guys, referring to ‘someone has to look after them’. I made them meal and we had a cute dinner, just the four of us. I found my forgotten plain black dress at the Chateau and changed, grateful for some fresh clothes.

I doodled dreamily in an old notebook, resting on the couch in John B’s house, while the boys tried to fix a bike, too caught up in spares and mechanisms. I heard footsteps coming in my direction, my head shot up and I saw Maybank walking toward me, “Take the keys,” he stretched a fist out to me, “I’ll be there later,” he propped them in my palm and leaned closer, “Listen carefully, twist the lock to the left twice, when you enter go straight to my room and stay there, wait for me.”

His tone was sharp and serious, a shiver ran through me, “Okay,” I shoved the notepad aside, not asking any further questions.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” I leaned against the doorframe, putting my shoes on, “Good luck with—“ I pointed at the pile of metal in front of me, “This.” “Do you want us to walk you?” “No, it’s not too late, I’ll be fine, you have fun,” I turned on my heels and shoed to JJ’s house, feeling his gaze lingering on me as I walked.

I did as he said. The room stood brighter today, the sun already sat down, but the skies were still peach orange, lighting the insides of the house. When I came in, I stopped cold, JJ’s dad sat on the couch in the darker corner, drinking, he noticed me too.

“Who the fuck are you?”

I swallowed thickly, clutching the keys in my hand, “I’m uh—“ I saw him standing and my stomach twisted in fear, “I’m JJ’s friend,” I replied firmly.

“Well he is not home.”

“I know.”

He was closer, my spine hit the wall, I could smell the reek of alcohol and smoke. My breath caught, when he pressed an arm towards my throat, “What did you come here for then? Are you a fucking thief?” He pressed me harder, rage in his eyes, his free arm braced over the wall.

“Let go of me,” I rasped, trying to shove his arm away, but he was seriously built, twice as big as me and strong, too strong. I felt dizzy, my fists and jaws clenched, I tried to push him with my leg, but he caught it.

“Let go of her.”

The door squeaked, a shadow appeared and jerked a man away from me. My knees bent and I slid down the wall, coughing, “Get in the room! Now,” JJ’s yell was muffled in my ears, but I gathered myself together and pawed for the door handle, hiding myself inside.

His room looked the same as it did this morning, shirt neatly folded next to the pillow I slept on, except it wasn’t calm and peaceful anymore. I heard painful grunts and bodies hitting the furniture. My body tensed, I was scared. He was alone out there and his dad was fucking mental.

Minutes passed, the noise faded and the door opened. Blue Eyes walked in, shutting the door and clicking the lock.

I leapt up to my feet, my gaze moved to the wound on his lip, he lost his hat and his hair was a total mess, knuckles busted.

“What did I tell you?” his eyes locked with mine as he shortened the distance between us, his voice rough and persistent, “What did I tell you?” he repeated louder this time, breathing hard, he was a step away from me, I suddenly felt small. Involuntary I reached for his cheek, slight stubble prickled my skin as I rubbed a soothing line under his wounded lip, he seized my wrist, his other arm yanked me close, “Fuck, why do you have to be so stubborn all the time?” And then, I tasted his lips on mine.

It was rough and explosive, like every damn fight we have ever had. His palm closed at the back of my neck, guiding my head, holding me close.

“You’re supposed to hate me,” I rasped, too caught up in sensation of his insistent mouth. My hands clutched his shirt while I stared at him.

“I do,” his lips crushed with mine again, his tongue exploring my mouth. The kiss deepened, his teeth sharp and hungry, closed on my bottom lip and I pressed him further into me, biting him back in response. He hissed, I smiled, satisfied.

He smelled like mint and salty ocean air. I hated how much I loved it, how right it felt to kiss him. A moan escaped me, when he shifted his hips, hard bulge brushed my stomach and my knees gave in. Just like yesterday, when we were outside.

“If I touch you right—“ his hand skimmed the back of my thigh, fingers grazed the hem of my panties veering to my stomach, “There,” thumb traveled lower, his touch left a liquid fire on its way, and as abruptly as he began, he snatched his hand away, “Am I gonna find you wet?”

I held my breath, gripping his shirt in my palms, “You, jerk.”

“One day, this mouth of yours is gonna get you into trouble.”

He pushed my dress over my head, leaving me in my panties. I did the same with his shirt, his shorts followed. His necklace hung over his neck, mesmerising, it did add something to the way he looked. His boxers were tight and tailored and I could tell I wasn’t the only one who was turned on.

He grabbed me by my waist, walking us to the bed, our lips locked in another lustful kiss. My head went dizzy, the events happening minutes ago in the living room dissipated and it was just me and him, us on his bed, naked, full of desire, hate and pain mixed together, molded into a perfect ball of emotion.

JJ leaned against the backrest, I stood by the edge of the bed, watching him with half lidded eyes, his gaze ran across my body, he licked his lips, arms stretched out and caught me, swivelling over his knees, making me straddle his lap, we were close again.

“We shouldn’t do this,” I whispered into his mouth, shifting my hips, wrenching a low growl from the back of his throat, his grip on me tightened, squeezing my ass, my clit brushed his cock and I took a sharp inhale.

“I know.”

He dropped another kiss on my lips, his mouth skewed to my chin, my throat, forcing me to bend my head back, my lips parted, my arms held onto his shoulders for support, while I pushed my hips back and forth.

He chuckled, his laugh rumbled through my body, “Can’t get enough of me, can you?” he teased the spot below my ear, making me indulge. Fingers roamed my spine, sending shivers all over my skin.

“Shut up,” I said breathless, ruffling his hair, wanting more of what he could give me. My eyes went wide at the unexpected jolt of pleasure, his thumb pressed my clit, lips still devouring my neck. I was sure by the time we finally let go of each other I might be having hickeys. Spoiler alert: I did have them.

“Make me.” That bastard. I rolled onto one side, taking my panties off, throwing them onto the bedside lamp, his eyes followed the movement, he could read the eagerness on my face. I expected him to laugh, he didn’t. Instead, he pinned me down, looming over me, holding me hostage by my wrist, parting my legs with his knee. His eyes turned molten, “It’s a good way to shut me up,” he murmured, “But you—” he grinned mockingly “You will be screaming.”

My eyes narrowed, he crawled lower, his warm breath met the skin of my stomach, “My dad is behind that door,” his head jerked towards the entrance, heavy palms pushed my legs further apart and I felt the wet touch of his tongue on my cunt. I slapped my mouth, trying to shut myself, which didn’t help much, a loud cry invaded the room and I felt him smiling. He licked me rough, lips wrapped around my skin sucking leisurely, avoiding the spot where I needed him the most, “Oh fuck you,” I reached for his hair, tugging the ashy blond strands upward while his tongue delved deeper, flicking faster, “Oh, you will.”

I bit my lip so hard, I could sense coppery taste, he grabbed my ass and dragged me closer, I felt his nose brush my stomach, his eyes burned into mine with an intensity that made my blood boil, pleasure swirled through me, my hips thrusted up, he held me down, sucking my clit relentlessly. I squirmed and whimpered, wanting him to stop and never stop, “JJ—“

He growled, sending vibrations through my core, making me come harder. When he thought I’ve had enough, he let go of me, wiping his mouth with the back of his palm, the movement more sexual than it should be. He propped himself up on his elbows facing me, “Have you been fantasising about this? About me eating you out? Because I sure as hell have and I have to tell you, baby,” his hand reached down, finger slid inside me and I gasped, our eyes fixed on each other, “My fantasies are nothing compared to this,” another finger joined in, stretching me out. He curled them, eliciting a cry from me, “Now come again, so I can watch.”

He pulled in and out, thumb joined to rub my clit and I clenched, “Come on, princess,” his other hand came to play with my breast, “Show me how much you hate me,” he caught my nipple between the rough pads of his fingers and pinched it, hard, “Let it all out,” his fingers worked magic on me, bringing me closer to another release, “You remember when you came out of the bathroom in my shirt yesterday? When you flaunted your ass in front of me? I wanted to spank you so fucking hard for tempting me,” he rubbed my clit mercilessly, a thin layer of sweat covered his forehead. It was hard for him to hold back too.

I clung to his neck, feeling the knot in my stomach unraveling, my lips collapsed with his and I came. He swallowed all of my cries, my wetness coated his fingers and he retrieved them, dragging them down my inner thigh.

“Fuck, I hate you so much” I hissed, my heels caressed his calves, as I stared into the blue ocean of his eyes, that darkened with desire even more than before. Our bodies were highlighted by the dim glow, his chest rose up and down repeatedly, so did mine.

“But you can’t resist me,” he inched closer and kissed me more. Fuck, we kissed a lot, and each one of them left me breathless.

“Neither can you,” I bit his lip, earning a low sound from him, my fingers gripped the waistband of his underwear and I pushed them down, his cock jutted straight up, so hard, it looked painful. I stroked it deliberately, making him groan. He pinned my wrists again, pressing himself against me, teasing me back, making me whimper. We loved to torment each other, before — with insults, right now — by teasing.

“Get on all fours.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“You can do that or I’ll bend you myself.”

I smiled and waited, daring him to try, “Do it.” He did, oh god, he did. He moved swiftly, flipping me onto my stomach and lifting me halfway up, his elbow met my back and he made me arch like a damn cat, my ass up, my head low on the mattress, cheek pressed against the pillow. He locked my wrists together behind my back, his free hand slipped between my legs and circled my clit, wrenching a gasp from me, “What was that you were saying?” Fingers brushed my slit, his cock, hot and hard pressed my ass cheek, his body caging mine, “You’re fucking soaking,” thumb pushed inside me halfway, “You want something, you ask nicely.” He wanted me to beg.

The teasing became unbearable, but I wasn’t gong to give in that easily, “I won’t beg you, Maybank.”

He chuckled, his hand left my cunt, instead the tip of his cock nudged it, stroking, pushing in just an inch, then out, “Beg me, princess, beg me to fuck you.”

“No,” I yanked my wrists with no success, clenching my fists as I tried to grind back, but he backed away.

Fuck him and me and the whole damn situation.

He released my wrists, palm closed on my throat and he tugged me, his breath was in my ear, lips brushed the sensitive spot, which made me shudder, “You have to make everything difficult, don’t you?”

Hips flexed and he thrusted into me in one hard push. I was so wet I barely felt the friction, but he filled me so perfectly I moaned, loud, so fucking loud I thought people on the other coast heard me. He fucked me sharp and rough, and deep, so deep I could feel him in my stomach. He held me by my hip, his other hand came to play with my breasts. My nipples were tight and aching for attention, he pinched one and I buried my face into the pillow, biting down on it to prevent from screaming.

“Silent now? You always have so much to say, what happened?” I lifted my head up, looking over my shoulder, “I fucking hate you.”

“I’m counting on it.”

His next thrust was savage, pure emotion, his thumb found my clit and pressed it, sending a burst of pleasure, “Come on now,” he flipped me onto my back, diving down, whispering into my ear, “Beg me to make you come.”

I clenched and he growled, bending my knees and propping my legs over his shoulders, his eyes moved to my parted lips and back to my eyes, he slid into me again, so slow I wanted to strangle him. When I didn’t give in, he eased his thrusts and I cried in protest, scraping my nails down his arms. I tried to roll my hips, but he pulled away, “Ugh,” I groaned in frustration, cupping his chin, “I need you to fuck me, JJ. Make me come,” I bucked my hips, teasing his abdomen with the lightest touch of my fingers, “Please,” I whispered, “Please,” I kissed him and he started fucking me with full force again. “See, it wasn’t that hard, was it?” I sobbed, my legs wrapped around his huge body, my heels dug into his lower back, while he kept pounding, “You feel so fucking good,” he rasped and I clenched again, feeling my high approaching, “Taking my cock so well,” he rubbed my clit in steady circles and I buried my face into his shoulder, biting the marble skin, getting drunk on his dirty words.

“If only I knew, I would have taken you here the first day I met you,” he fucked me and fucked me, until there was nothing left from both of us.

Face in the crook of his neck and I shook in my silent release. His cock jerked, my ripples didn’t stop spurring him to come. He spilled inside me, hot thick cum filled me in. My spine arched off the bed, my chest met his chest and my nails scratch a path down his back. It was our first time fucking but he was so addictive, we have just finished but I already craved more.

He pulled out, lifting his weight off of my body, rolling to the side, and I eased my knees together, trying to get back to my stable consciousness.

The realisation hit me, I just fucked JJ Maybank — my enemy, a crew friend, a jerk who threw the most stupid insults at me.

“Oh my god,” I hid my face in my arms in case the embarrassment bloomed on my cheeks, “What have we done?”

“We fucked,” he concluded, flipping me onto the other side so I could face him, fingers pushed a strand of hair behind my ear and we stared at each other in silence.

“Your lip looks bad,” I said, the silence that stretched wasn’t awkward, but I decided to cut it anyways.

“It’s nothing that hasn’t happened before,” he pulled my closer by my hip, our legs tangled together. The tips of my fingers drew patterns on his chest, my eyes half closed, studied the movements I made.

“I didn’t know.”

“I didn’t want you to.”

“I see the asshole is back,” I looked up at him, a lazy smile curled oh his lips.

“He never left.”

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afraid of me - rafe cameron

part one part two

word count: 6k

summary: you drunkenly confront rafe at the bonfire to tell him how you really feel. the next day he confronts you to do the same.

warnings: angst, underage drinking, mentions insecurity, smut MINORS DNI, unprotected sex (cover it up yall), oral- female receiving, multiple orgasm, unedited

note: sorry this took so long! work and school have been kicking my ass, but i hope you guys like it :) this is going to be the last part in this little series but feel free to request more stuff

tags: @laneybobeczko-g

The bonfire had been in full swing for a couple of hours now. Mixes of spilled alcohol, discarded food, and vomit floated through the salty air, but most were too far gone for it to bother them. The moon was hidden by the clouds tonight, which didn’t matter much as the string lights and giant fire were more than enough to keep the occupied areas well lit. It did kind of worsen your mood, though. Staring at the moonlit ocean always calmed your nerves, brought you a sense of inner peace that could only be found as your toes dug into the sand and your eyes focused on the waves as they crawled to shore.

You were sitting in front of the fire, wedged in between Sarah’s legs as she massaged your scalp with one hand, the other was being used as she animatedly told a story. Your head leaned against her pelvis, eyes closed in peaceful bliss, mouth taking small sips of whatever alcohol was in your almost empty cup. Despite the comfort Sarah’s touch brought you, that did nothing to ease the pit in your stomach that only grew the longer you felt Rafe’s eyes on you. You knew your words cut into him, and you wanted to run into his arms and take it back. Tell him you didn’t mean it and beg him to give you chance, but you were too proud for that. You were, after all, a Thornton, and you were known for your arrogance at times.

“Y/N, do you want more to drink,” Pope brought you out of your stupor, waving a hand in front of your face.

Your glossy eyes barely peeked open, cheeks flaring a bright pink from all the alcohol in your system. “I don’t think she needs anymore,” Sarah spoke, her eyes floating down to you.

“Actually,” You started, your intoxication proving itself in your voice, “I would like more to drink. Thank you, Popey!”

You ignored Sarah’s frustrated sigh, thrusting your hand out for Pope so he could grab your cup. Pope ignored Sarah’s burning stare as he took the empty cup from your hand. You gave him a lopsided smile and an overenthusiastic wave as he walked to the undeclared drink station.

“Honey, I think you’ve had enough for tonight, yeah?” Sarah could tell you were drinking with a purpose tonight. A part of her felt responsibility for your toppling sanity as she was the one who all but forced you to come to the bonfire, but another part of her knew you needed a night to forget whatever her brother did to you. She was still unaware of the situation; all she knew was that it was bad enough to put you down for two days straight.

“Mm, just wanna forget so I feel better,” You mumbled, head rolling into her thigh.

“Just let the girl get absolutely fucked,” JJ laughed as his beer sloshed out of its can. “It’s not like we aren’t going to be there to take care of her hungover ass in the morning.”

Sarah blew out a puff of air, giving up on trying to convince you to stop for the night. She knew that it would ultimately drive you away and she wouldn’t be there to take care of you like you always had done for her. She shared a defeated look with John B, who just squeezed her thigh in understanding.

Pope came back a few moments later, beer cans shoved into his pockets and red cups filled to the brim with liquid in his hands. He handed you your drink first, and you wasted no time in sitting up all the way so you could throw back as much as you could. The way the alcohol burned your throat made you squeeze your eyes shut, but the feeling was gone as soon as it came.

The group fell back into conversation with their new drinks, talking about whatever came to JJ’s sporadic mind. Your head was still a little too fuzzy from how fast you drank whatever Pope brought you, so you opted to let your eyes wander over the crowds of drunk teenagers. Several people were coupled off, not caring who watched as they latched onto their partner in what was more than likely a drunken hookup that will be long forgotten in the morning. Others were grouped up with their friends, laughing and talking about God knows what. You kept jumping from person to person until your eyes met his. He was standing off to the side of everyone else, not really paying any attention to the two boys next to him. His eyes were only focused on you.

Rafe had watched you most of the night, not caring how creepy it was or how Topper kept threatening to beat his ass a second time if he didn’t leave you alone. He watched as you tossed back drink after drink and his concern for you grew with each cup. He knew that you were in good hands with his sister, but that didn’t stop him from thinking of any bad thing that could happen to you if you were to wander off by yourself. Rafe has always had a sense of protection over you with you being his best friends sister, but that had only grown with the last couple of days.

“Hey, Kelce and I are gonna go play pong, you coming,” Topper’s voice brought him out his trance. “Also, stop fucking staring at my sister dude, I’m serious. I will kick your ass again.”

Rafe rolled his eyes before saying, “Nah, I think I’ll just stay over here. Not really in the mood to do anything else.”

Topper’s eyes narrowed at his friend, going back and forth between staying with him to make sure you were left alone or going to get drunk. He chose the latter, not saying anything to Rafe as he and Kelce walked to the table where a group of girls were already playing.

You watched as your brother walked away, and that was when you decided to do something you definitely should not do. The others had left you leaning against the log as they stood a couple of feet away, wading through the water. Lucky for you, that made it easy for you to sneak away unnoticed. You placed your palms on the log behind you and pulled yourself up into a standing position, but not without stumbling a couple of steps first. You quickly regained your balance and spared a glance at your occupied friends before finally making a break for it.

Your nerves grew with each step you took, but the alcohol coursing through you was more than enough to suppress the feeling that would deter you. You mumbled quick ‘excuse me’s as you pushed your way through everyone, ignoring all the rude comments you got along the way. It didn’t take long before you were tripping over your own feet in front of the boy you wished had his arms wrapped around you.

“Y/N,” Rafe called out as he quickly made his way over to you, catching you before you fell. “What are you doing?”

You could now see the bruised cheek and split lip that was still healing, and a part of you ached knowing you were the reason he was sporting those injuries. However, your sympathy was short lived.

“You know what, Rafe Cameron,” You started out. Rafe knew he was in for out now, judging by the way you said his name and how far gone you were. He knew you had no filter when it came to drunk you, so all he could do was brace himself for what was about to happen.

“I have had this dumbass crush on you since I was eleven years old. Eleven! I’m sure you can do the math on how many years it’s been. Anyways, even back then I heard about how mean you were to girls in middle school, and it only got worse once we were in high school. I just always heard all of these awful things people were saying about you, yet I always found myself defending you. No matter what they had said you did, my stupid ass defended you and everything you did!”

A crowd was beginning to form around the two of you, everyone anxious to see what Rafe Cameron had done to you to make you act like this. To everyone, you were Topper’s sweet, innocent sister who had never done anything wrong. They were all feigning to know how you got mixed up with the island asshole. He didn’t take his eyes off of you though, watching as every emotion he could think of swirled in your eyes.

“I have always held out this hope for you. That maybe, just maybe, Rafe Cameron was not as bad of a guy as everyone made him out to be. I was naïve enough to still harbor this stupid crush on you because I was blind to how you treated girls. I was up until two days ago, right Rafe? You remember that? When you fucked me in a closet at the Island Club and then threw me away like you did to everyone else? Honestly, I think a part of me was more upset about being wrong about you than I was about you not wanting to actually be with me. Deep down, I always knew I would never be more than Topper’s sister to you, but I still held onto the sliver of hope I had. After years of defending your actions to everyone I knew, I was slapped in the face with reality.”

Those watching your outburst were whispering to those around them, waiting for something else to happen. You did nothing to hold back the tears that were falling rapidly down your cheeks. You wanted him to see how much he had hurt you.

Rafe was struggling to hold back his own tears, not wanting to cry in front of everyone he knew. “I’m sorry, Y/N. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you,” He managed to get out without his voice cracking. Rafe Cameron was too tough to hurt in front of people and nothing would change that.

“That’s all you do, Rafe. All you do is hurt people.”

You wanted to say more, but you were cut off by Kiara yelling your name. “Oh my god,” She breathed out once she broke through the crowd, hands on her knees in exhaustion. They probably noticed you had disappeared and began running around to find you. “What the hell, dude. Why didn’t you tell anyone where you were going?”

Her eyes bounced between you and Rafe, and it didn’t take much to figure out something had happened. The look in his eyes, the tears running down your face, and the large crowd kind of gave it away.

“Sorry, just had something I needed to do,” You turned away from him as you wiped at your stained cheeks. “Can someone take me home? I don’t want to be here anymore.”

Kiara’s heart ached as she watched her friend attempt to mask her emotions. “Of course. We were all about to leave anyways.”

She wrapped an arm around your shoulders and began leading you away from everyone, but not before giving Rafe the coldest look her slightly tipsy self could give.

Once you found your friends again, you all loaded up in John B’s van after Sarah scolded you for leaving without saying anything to anyone. Though, she instantly felt bad whenever you started crying and fell into her grasp. Kiara explained to everyone what she saw, but she had no details of what actually happened. JJ was quick to jump on the idea of kicking Rafe’s ass, but the idea was quickly shut down by Kiara who said fighting never fixes anything. After that, everyone fell into silence, your quiet sniffles being the only sound heard as John B drove to The Chateau.

The sun filtered through the threadbare curtains hung along the large windows in John B’s living room as you began to slowly regain consciousness. Kiara’s overly warm body was pressed into your back, nearly shoving you off of already too small pull-out bed. You rolled onto your back as best as you could with the sleeping girl beside you and began to open your eyes, but quickly squeezed them shut once the bright sunlight burned into your retinas. However, the smell of bacon hit your nose and you were pushing yourself up and out of bed in an instant. You stumbled your way into the kitchen to see Pope standing near the stove with John B and Sarah near the fridge.

“Hey, honey,” Sarah smiled, “How you feeling this morning?”

Images of you doubled over in the van, hunched over the porch railing, and gripping the grimy toilet all flashed through your mind at once. You grimaced your memories replayed the night. “I think the seven times I threw you up last night really helped so I’m doing fine. Better once I get to eat and drink some water.”

“Well, you look like shit,” Pope pointed out, pointing at you with the greasy tongs.

You rolled your eyes before walking over to the plate of presumably Eggo waffles and picked one up, quickly shoving it your mouth. After Sarah handed you the bottle of Advil and forced you to take some, you fell into conversation with them as you munched on breakfast. They began talking about the events of last night, purposefully avoiding bringing up when you wandered off to confront Rafe. You were thankful for that, though, because you had no trouble remembering that. Although, you didn’t have time to go through the entire scene in your head as the sound of a door shutting distracted you.

“Who’s here,” You asked, pieces of bacon stuck to the corner of your mouth.

“I don’t kn-.”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doin’ here,” JJ suddenly shouted over Sarah’s much quieter voice.

The four of you shared a knowing look before quickly rushing outside to see who he was yelling at. Kiara was finally beginning to stir as you all piled out of the front door and onto the porch. JJ was standing by the hammock, which he probably slept in, as he yelled at Rafe who stood near his truck. You hid between Pope and John B, attempting to hide yourself from the last person you wanted to see.

“Look,” Rafe started as he glanced between JJ and the group on the porch as if he was looking for you, “I just, I just want to talk to her okay, see if she’s even alive. Topper said he hasn’t seen her heard from her since last night.”

“Then why isn’t he here then, huh,” JJ interrogated, taking a couple of steps towards Rafe.

You could tell how annoyed Rafe was already getting with the younger boy. He has always been impatient and short tempered, and JJ has always had no problem standing in the way of someone he cared about. Both boys were itching for the other to say something that could cause a fight.

“He’s got other things to do. Now, is she here or not?”

Three sets of eyes were on you as if they were asking if you were going to reveal yourself or if they needed to continue to hide you. You bounced back and forth between ideas as JJ continued arguing with the overtly frustrated Cameron. You didn’t regret what you had said to him, but you do regret doing it in such a public way, and a part of you was embarrassed. However, you knew that you were going to have to face this eventually, so you may as well get it over with.

You took a deep breath before stepping around your friends. “What do you want, Rafe?”

His head shot away from JJ and over to you almost instantly, his eyes softening when they met yours. Rafe was sporting a fresh cut on his upper eyebrow, which wasn’t surprising considering you outed your hookup with him to the entire party. You should have expected word would have gotten back to Topper and he would be more than angry.

“Can we talk? Please,” He pleaded, once again ignoring the stares of those around him. He was only focused on you.

“She doesn’t want to see you, dude. Leave it alone,” JJ interjected.

“J, it’s fine. I can handle it,” You tossed him a sweet smile that made Rafe slightly jealous. He hadn’t seen your smile in far too long and he hated it. “Let me grab my shoes.”

Rafe drove down the mostly dirt road in silence, knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. Both of you weren’t sure what to say to the other, yet Rafe was more scared that he was going to screw up his chance to talk to you before he even got to his house. You kept glancing at him, watching as he nervously licked his lips and adjusted himself in his seat every thirty seconds.

He eventually pulled into his empty driveway, mumbling something about Ward and Rose being out for the weekend, and parked a little ways from the large front doors. He quickly turned the engine off before jumping out of the truck and rushing over to the passenger side, opening the door before you even had the chance to touch the handle. You weakly smiled as you let him help you out, gripping his arm when you nearly lost your footing.

“Um, thanks,” You muttered as you dropped your hand and straightened yourself up. “Let’s go inside, I guess.”

You followed him inside and up the stairs into his room, which was surprisingly clean and well put together. You pretended to not notice as he shoved a pair of stray boxers into a random drawer before awkwardly standing in his spot. You nervously glanced around, fingers twiddling with each other while you waited to see if he was going to make the first move.

“Can we sit,” Rafe sheepishly asked, earning your full attention.

You simply nodded before following him to his bed and taking a seat next to him. Your thighs bumped against each other’s, and you had to suppress the feeling that shot throughout your body. No matter how much you wanted to hate him, a part of you still harbored those feelings you worked hard to ignore.

“Okay,” He sighed, leg bouncing in anticipation as he searched for the right words. “Okay. Look, Y/N, please know that I truly never wanted to hurt you.”

“I do-,” You began, but you were cut off by his hand coming up and covering your mouth.

“Shut up. Let me talk this time,” He demanded, staring into your wide eyes. “I’m going to let go, but you have to let me explain, okay? Alright. I know you think that I used you, and I know I didn’t exactly make it seem any different. But you were right last night. All I do is hurt people.”

You opened your mouth to protest him, but this time he cut you off with a sharp look. You swiftly closed your mouth and nodded for him to continue, subtly placing your hand on his still bouncing leg in attempt to calm him down.

“I do hurt people, which is why I told you to leave the other day because I knew if I had asked you to stay it would’ve ended up much worse. My entire life my dad has talked down to me, reminding me every chance he got that I was a fuck up. That I could never do anything right, and I don’t exactly disagree with him. I’ve been put in too many situations that prove him right and I was afraid of what I would do to you if I let myself be with you. I was afraid that I would ruin you like I do everything else. I was afraid of me.”

You heart ached for the broken boy as he opened up to you. You knew Ward was hard on Rafe and constantly put him down, but you never knew how it affected him. You let your eyes fall on him, searching his face for any trace of a lie. However, all you saw was desperation and anxiety in his intoxicatingly blue eyes. You could tell he wanted to say more, but he was waiting to see how you reacted to his confession. You squeezed his thigh in encouragement, too scared to use your own voice.

“For years,” He started again, looking away from you, “I did see you as only Topper’s sister, but that all changed my sophomore year. I saw you talking to Shawn with this giant smile on your face and I got angrier than I had ever been, and I didn’t know why. I didn’t until a week later, when Sarah told me he asked you to homecoming. I swear I saw red when she told me that. It took me a while to realize that it made me so mad because I wanted to be in his position. I wanted to be the one you flirted with. The one who took you to homecoming. The one who made you smile, but I knew I couldn’t. Topper always made it clear you were off limits, and he didn’t want it to potentially ruin our friendship. Obviously he didn’t feel the same way when the roles were switched.”

You both let out a light laugh because of your brothers hypocrisy before he continued.

“Instead, I looked for you in other girls. I know that’s awful of me and it doesn’t exactly help my case, but it’s true. Every girl I have ever been with reminded me of you in some sort of way. The way the looked. The way they laughed. Anything. I did everything I could to stay away from you, but then you called me pretty that day and I knew I had to have you then. I knew that staying away was pointless, but when it came down to it, I acted in fear. For that, I’m sorry. I know I can’t take back the pain I caused you, but I’m going to try and fix it. I will do anything I can to show you that I want all of you. I even talked to Topper about it.”

“You talked to my brother,” You asked in disbelief, earning an embarrassed smile from him.

“Yeah, I did. I told him how I felt about you and why I did what I did. He didn’t exactly give me his blessing. He actually told me it made him want to kick my ass a third time, but he did say it was up to you. If it was what you wanted he was okay with it.”

It wasn’t until Rafe gently nudged you with his knee that you knew he was waiting on you to tell him what you wanted. Truth be told, now you weren’t sure. You wanted to believe him, and for the most part you did, but it wasn’t that easy. The perfect image you had of him was long gone and you had finally opened your eyes to how things truly were. However, despite what he put you through and what you’ve now realized, you would always fall right into his lap when he called.

“It’s not going to be easy, Rafe,” You breathed out, taking your hand off his thigh to clasp your hands together. “The entire time I’ve known you, up until a few days ago, I was so infatuated with you and everything you did. You could do nothing wrong, but Rafe you made me feel like I was just another girl to you.”

“I know that,” He cut you off, jumping off the bed and getting on his knees in front of you, “I know I did that, and I can never take that back, but I promise you I will do everything to make it up to you. I will do whatever you want for as long as you’ll let me.”

He grabbed your shaking hands in his own and gently squeezed them. You locked eyes with him and, in that moment, every part of you ached to be with him. To touch him. To kiss him, so you did. You grabbed the back of Rafe’s neck and pulled him up towards you, meeting his lips with your own. Rafe reacted almost instantly, moving one of his hands to the bed in order to steady himself, and the other to your cheek. Neither of you made a move to further the kiss. Rafe too hesitant to push you too far, and you suddenly too nervous to let him see you in such a vulnerable position. He’s seen you in a bathing suit too many times to count, but this was different now. The confidence you possessed the first time things happened between him was long forgotten, now replaced with massive amounts of insecurity. Especially considering your clothes remained on for the most part.

Rafe hesitantly pulled his lips off yours but left his hand on your cheek. “Hey, we don’t have to anything you don’t want to do, you know that right?”

“I know. It’s just- I don’t know,” You sighed, dropping his gaze to look at your lap. “I don’t want you to be disappointed.”

Rafe looked at you in shock with your confession. He quickly straightened up and wedged himself in between your legs, now taking your face in both of his hands. “Y/N, I could never be disappointed by you. I don’t think you understand how attracted I am to you. Can I show you?”

Your widened eyes darted back up to his and all you saw in them was complete adoration with a mix of desire. Your insecurities internally battled with the part of you that wholeheartedly trusted Rafe for a few seconds, eventually letting your head fall into a nod. With your approval, he wasted no time, moving to grab the back of your thighs in order to guide you backwards to the top of his bed.

“Do you trust me,” He quietly asked as he now hovered over you.

“More than anything.”

Before you even had time to breath, Rafe’s soft lips were on yours in a kiss like you’ve never experienced. You tangled your hands in his long hair as your lips moved against his with desperation and fervor, your body aching to be closer to him. He pulled away, eliciting a disappointed whine that quickly turned into a breathy moan when he attached his lips to your neck. He began biting and sucking on your soft skin, his hands slowly pulling your shirt up. You wanted nothing more than to stop him from revealing your skin underneath, but you suppressed the need to do so and let him throw your shirt off to the side.

Your arms instinctively came up to cover your chest, but Rafe was quick to interject. “Don’t cover yourself up. You never have to do that around me. You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

A tinge of pink crawled across your cheeks at his words, but, nonetheless, you let him unhook your bra and toss it with your shirt. Rafe pulled back to admire your naked breasts as he swiped his tongue across his lips. He once again looked at you for doubt, and when he found none, he went back to work. He left wet kisses across your clavicle, slowly making his way to your hardened nipple. His mouth closed around it and you threw your head back in pleasure as he swirled his tongue, his other hand kneading the breast his mouth wasn’t attached to.

“You know,” You gasped as he lightly bit down, “I still think you’re really fucking pretty.”

Your words encouraged Rafe to move down, leaving sloppy kisses down your naval as he pulled down your shorts and your desperation for him only grew. His fingers ghosted over the inner part of your thighs, sending a shiver throughout your entire body. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties, glancing up at you to ask for your permission yet again. He took your clenched fists and closed eyes as a yes.

“Are you ready, baby,” He asked, tossing your last piece of clothing somewhere in his room as his eyes stayed on you.

“For you? Always.”

A devious smirk formed on his face before he began leaving delicate kisses along your inner thighs, much like he did back in the closet. You bucked your hips towards him, wanting nothing more than for him to fulfil your burning needs, but he pushed your hips down to keep you in place.

You felt his stupid smirk on your skin before he said, “Be patient, baby. I’d like to take my time and savor every moment I get with you.”

You didn’t get a chance to respond before his lips found the aching bundle of nerves that desperately needed the attention. You let out a slew of curse words followed by moans and whimpers as he worked his mouth against you. You moved your legs so the were placed on his shoulders, giving him something easier to hold on to so he could focus on your center.

“Oh my god,” You cried out when he plunged his two middle fingers inside of you.

Rafe curled his fingers and you squirmed with pleasure, making the Godly man in between your legs forcefully push your body into his bed to keep you still. You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening, ready to release itself at any moment and Rafe knew that, but he kept his movements going. In fact, they were a lot more aggressive in order to push you over the edge, and it did. Your orgasm shot throughout every inch of your body as you let out a noise you didn’t even know you were able to make.

He pulled back, evidence of your orgasm all across his mouth and chin. “Damn, baby, I didn’t know you had that in you,” He chuckled, wiping his mouth of with the back of hand, “But I hope you don’t think that we’re done now.”

You panted, propping yourself up on your elbows as you watched Rafe rid himself of his clothes. You couldn’t help but admire how his muscles flexed with each movement; the actions only fueling the fire inside of you. His cock sprang free from his boxers, and you swore a little bit of drool slipped from your mouth at the sight.

“Like what you see, angel,” Rafe’s voice dripped with an annoying amount of arrogance.

“Of course, pretty boy, so why don’t you come here?”

He climbed back on the bed, hovering over your naked body once again. His blue eyes danced over your face, a loving smile forming on his face as he did so. His ringed finger traced the features of your face, as if he was trying to remember every curve.

“Do you want me to, uh, do what you did,” You shyly asked, now avoiding eye contact with him.

“No, I’m okay. This is all about you,” He spoke with a tone you’ve never heard before.

Rafe met you in another searing kiss, slowly moving your lips together. All of his emotions were practically radiating off him and into the kiss, and you were sure yours were doing the same. His body was pushing into yours with passion as his hard length pressing against your leg. You opened your legs and threw your left leg over his bottom half, wordlessly telling him that you were ready for him despite your previous orgasm still running through your system.

He took the hint rather quickly and slowly pushed himself inside you, giving you time to adjust to his large size. Your head fell back in pure bliss, breaking away from the kiss to let out a light moan. Rafe slowly started moving in and out until you were fully adjusted to him. Then, Rafe’s thrust were slow and deep, hitting you in just the right spot with each one.

“Rafe,” You managed, “As much as I like the sensual part of this, for the love of God, move faster.”

“Whatever you say, angel,” He chuckled.

He did exactly what you asked, hitting you deeper and at a much faster pace. Your eyes were squeezed shut in ecstasy as Rafe buried his head in your neck, gently sucking on it in between his own breathy moans. The sound of your moans and curse words fueled his desire and encouraged him to go faster, which only made you louder.

“You’re mine, you know that right,” Rafe spoke into your neck. All you could manage was a weak nod as he pounded into you. “I need you to say it out loud. Please.”

“I’m yours, Rafe. Only yours,” You barely got out as you neared your second orgasm of the night.

He could tell you were close, but not as close as he was, so he brought his free and to rub circles on your clit to push you further. Your moans turned into cries as he gave your sensitive nub more attention. His thrusts became sloppier, but his fingers moved faster in order to push you to come with him. You let out a loud cry as your vision became white and your ears rang; Rafe’s movements ceasing as he shot his loud into you and left open mouthed kisses on your neck.

Rafe stayed inside you as you both came down from the high of your orgasms, his hot breath tickling your neck.

“Rafe,” You whispered, bringing your hand up to the nape of his neck, “I need you to get up. You’re crushing my sternum.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” He quickly shot off of you and gave you a worried look.

“Yeah, I’m okay. It wasn’t too bad,” You weakly smiled at him, itching to grab his blanket and cover up your naked body.

Rafe noticed your need to cover up, so, despite him not finding it necessary, he moved to find you one of his shirts. You watched as he pulled open a drawer, and you didn’t even try and hide the fact that you were staring at his butt. Before you could realize what was happening, a shirt was being thrown at your face.

“Stop staring at my ass,” He joked as he pulled a pair of clean boxers on. “Anyways, um, where do we go from here?”

You slipped his shirt on, ignoring the need to tell him that you brought your own shirt with you. You looked at Rafe and could fell the anxiety radiating off of him, exactly how he was whenever you first got here.

“I thought that was a pretty solid answer,” You gestured to his bed, “But, I do want to be with you, Rafe. I always have.”

He broke out into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on him, and he lunged back onto his bed next to you. He didn’t want to crush you again, so he pulled you on top of him and squeezed you in excitement. You let a string of giggles as he held onto like you were going to disappear.

“I don’t think you know how long I’ve wanted to hear you say those words,” He said, and you could hear the smile in his voice. It made you happy knowing that you were the reason Rafe was the happiest you’ve ever seen him, and you hoped that you were able to give him the same feeling.

“Now all we have to do is tell Topper.”

im sorry it got kinda sloppy towards the end, im just super bad with endings lol i hope you guys liked it though! dont forget to request more stuff. love u guys

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Whiplash Pt. 2

Based on THIS REQUEST

PART ONE

AN: (MINORS DNI) This is probably gonna be the final part, I'm not super feeling this series anymore in all honesty so I'm gonna leave it as a mini series so we can get that resolution. I may come back to it later but for now I am happy with this ending. This could honestly be a standalone but the first part is linked above. Thank you for being so patient with me while I got this out, last weekend was stressful but this weekend is so much better. You may need a fan for the last half of this. ♡

PAIRING: stucky x reader, john walker x reader briefly

Word Count: 2.4k

WARNINGS: John Walker is the ex because absolutely no one likes him and we all know this man radiates tiny pp energy and would be the worst in bed, fighting, minor angst, mostly fluff and smut, unprotected sex (wrap your wang before you bang), threesome, overstimulation, squirting, HELLA praise kink, pet names (baby, peach, good girl), brief mentions of dub-con/non-con with ex, unbeta'ed (all mistakes are my own)

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The memories of that night were burnt in the back of your eyes. Seeing your ex, John, for the first time in 6 months and he still had so much power over you.

The second you opened the door, tears sprung to your eyes as a barely audible 'w-what are you doing here?' escaped your mouth before he was walking in, clearly not noticing Bucky and Steve walking over with fury in their eyes.

"You need to leave before this gets messy." Steve and Bucky were easily twice his size, not so much in height but in pure muscle.

"Oh, so you're moved out and fucking both of your roommates. A whore like you would do that, huh?" John

You backed behind Bucky as Steve took the lead. "Listen, I don't care who you think you are but you don't just get to come back around after how you treated her. Let alone call her something she most certainly is not seeing as you're the one that cheated on her with how many women?"

"You may look all big but I doubt you even know how to fight. Useless muscle if you ask me." Little did he know that both incredibly skilled in combat, especially hand-to-hand combat. And that's all it took for Bucky to leap forward and land a bone breaking punch to John's jaw, almost knocking him out cold. This had him backing out the door, learning his place.

"And don't even think about coming back here because next time you'll have to be dragged out," The tone of Bucky's voice was firm and aggressive but only until John walked out of the building before he joined Steve in comforting you.

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It had been three hours since John tried to pry himself into your life again. You were still trembling even though you were in the arms of the two people you trusted most. The idea that John could just show up again out of nowhere terrified you more than anything. You were well protected by Steve and Bucky but just having John in the same room, no, same building as you brought on heart shattering fear and anxiety.

You had all migrated to your room, the three of you barely fitting on your queen size mattress. It really showed off how much bigger they were compared to other guys, especially compared to you. Both of them were easily at least a foot taller than you. Their biceps easily closer to the size of one of your thighs than your arms.

Around you, they were gentle giants. That was until they needed to protect you. And they would, with their whole being. They just wanted to show you how much they valued you, how much you lit up their lives. They wanted you to know that it wasn't one sided. The two of them were pampering you in kisses and praise, gentle caresses, doing everything they could to make you feel safe and loved.

Eventually your breathing and heart rate had calmed, turning on your back so you could look at the two men. Their overwhelming appreciation towards you made you want to show your appreciation for them but you were mustering up the courage. You hadn't been intimate with anyone, let alone with yourself since before you moved in. Any experience with John had been too rough, basically forced from you but you didn't know any better.

This one moment with Bucky and Steve, everything felt different. They asked if they could play with your hair, caress your face in their hands, or even to soothingly rub your back. Every touch required you to tell them yes. If it made you even the slightest bit uncomfortable, they would stop and move back to something else you had already agreed to, which only made your core dampen more than it already was.

Fighting the nerves, you kissed them both with nothing but love and passion, hinting for something more. It took them a minute to take the hint but when they did, their actions only got softer.

"Are you sure? You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with." Steve whispered. His and Bucky's eyes had darkened, pupils blown out. This only made you want them more.

You nodded at them both even though you knew they wanted a verbal answer. You gulp before mustering up a soft, "Yes, I want this. Want you. Both of you."

Slowly, you sat up, starting to tug at the hem of your oversized shirt before you felt one metal and one flesh hand move your hands away, removing your shirt for you.

"This is about you, peach. Don't worry about us. We want you to feel good." Bucky whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine but in the best way possible.

Steve was behind you, rubbing circles into your back as Bucky trailed kissed down your jaw and neck. You leaned back against Steve's chest as Bucky's kisses went lower to your chest. "Can we take this off?" Looping his flesh fingers under the strap of your bra.

"Please…" You breathed out your answer, feeling Steve's hand loop under you to unclasp the article of clothing. You gasped at the cold sensation of Bucky's metal hand brushing over your hot skin and he chuckled softly. "You're so fucking beautiful, you know that? Isn't she, Steve?" You leaned back once more only to gasp again at the light flick that Bucky gave to your nipple. "Absolutely gorgeous." Steve hummed his answer, you could feel his length growing underneath you.

The moment you felt Bucky's mouth over your chest left your mouth agape, your back arching at his touch. His mouth didn't linger long as it started moving lower and lower until he was in between your thighs, kissing over your biker shorts but not over where you wanted him the most.

Out of instinct, you reach down to pull off your remaining clothing but Bucky just shakes his head and replaces your hands with his. This time it's him gasping at how absolutely dripping you are. "Oh you poor baby, probably haven't had someone focused on your pleasure in so long."

Steve's hands moved up to tease your chest, massaging and caressing everything he could reach before pulling his shirt off with you still on top of him. Bucky did the same before placing your thighs over his shoulders, looking for any sign of you being uncomfortable but only saw your eyes shut in pleasure.

Dipping his head down, he licked a broad stripe up your dripping cunt, not even giving you time to be shocked as he got to work. Your sounds were only making him work harder as you took his hands in yours at your side.

John only went down on you once and that was after begging him because it was 'only fair' seeing as you had always done it for him. Steve and Bucky didn't even ask, didn't want you to because unlike John, they cared more about your pleasure than their own.

"Such a good girl," Steve mumbled in your ear before leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck. This only fueled your needs.

"More, Bucky. Please…" You had let go of one of his metal hand only to tangle your fingers in his hair, pushing him even further into your core. He was groaning against you at your neediness, which sent vibrations throughout your entire body.

You were about to beg again but before the words could even come out, you felt two cold fingers at your entrance before they slowly slid in and bumping into your g-spot, which wasn't something you had ever experienced before.

"B-Bucky… oh my god! What was that?" You were a blubbering mess at this new found sensation.

Looking up at you and only moving his mouth away to say, "You can't tell me no one has ever?-" His fingers were curling up at an agonizing pace, your hips bucking on his hand was the only response he needed before he started moving at a faster pace. You were almost at your peak, legs trembling, as he put his mouth back on you and sucked your bundle of nerves into his mouth.

You had never felt this much pleasure before in your life. Only a few more strokes of his hand left and you felt like you had exploded, seeing stars. The sounds you were making and your grip on Bucky's hair had him groaning against you, only heightening your peak and making it more intense. Bucky wasn't done yet though, he was going to drag out your high until you couldn't take anymore, Steve nearly forgotten behind you.

Any words you tried to make were incoherent as Bucky finally slowed down and kissed back up your body. "Such a good girl for us, aren't you, baby?" Chuckling at how you could only nod as a response. The two men would have been happy with at that but you were already sitting up and turning around to give Steve attention, which took them both by surprise.

You were a shy person in general let alone during a situation like this but your orgasm only gave you more confidence. Bucky laid down as you crawled up and straddled Steve. As much as he would love to watch you ride him, you were spent. You looked it to. With a swift motion, you were back on your back, legs spread again as Steve pulled down his pants and his briefs, Bucky following behind shortly.

You knew both of them were packing at the one too many times you had walked in on one of them getting out of the shower so you weren't that surprised to see how big they were in the moment. "I would love to taste you but I can't wait any longer, needa be inside you. Is that alright?" Steve accepted your whimper of a yes and draped his body over yours, giving you a tender kiss before reaching down and running a finger in between your folds and lining himself up to your entrance.

He didn't even need to look up at you for approval, you were already snaking your legs around his hips. "Eager girl, aren't you?" Steve smirked before pressing into you slowly, earning a soft moan from you before rocking his hips slowly as you got used to his size before working up to a faster pace. Both of you moaning and groaning as you raked your nails down his back.

"Fuck, so tight. Don't know how long 'm gonna last." You were already squeezing around, trying to milk him for everything he had.

"F-faster… harder…" You begged and he happily obliged. You didn't care if he didn't last much longer, you knew Bucky wanted a turn and you wanted to give them both a chance at you. "Oh my god, Steve. I'm gonna cum… please." Your begging only made Steve's release come sooner, only letting go when you had reached your peak as well, pulling at his hair as he groaned into your neck before his thrusts slowed to a halt.

You were still catching your breath before the two men swapped places. "Think you can handle one more, peach?" Bucky hovered over, looking for any sign of you wanting to stop. "I sure hope so." You chuckled out of breath still before gasping as Bucky flipped you over onto your stomach and pulling your hips up to meet his, his hands resting at your hips.

"That's a good girl," lining himself up, Bucky groaned at the wetness that was Steve's release mixed with yours as he pushed in. Steve was longer but Bucky was noticeably thicker as he pushed into you. "You weren't kidding, Steve. So. Fucking. Tight." Bucky growled out. Steve reached over to moved your hair out of your face before Bucky started thrusting into you.

"If it's too much, just say and we'll stop and take care of you." Steve reassured you before nodding to Bucky, encouraging him to pick up the pace.

And he did, his thrusts were relentless but were all for your pleasure. Neither of you would last very long but he wanted this one to be the best orgasm of the night. "Steve," Bucky managed, nodding his head to Steve, motioning for him to touch you. The whine you let out when Steve scooted down to rub feverish circles around your clit which was only bringing your third incredibly intense orgasm of the night only moments away.

"Oh god… of fuck fuck FUCK…" amongst another string of curses cam out of both you and Bucky's mouth as you came, covering Bucky's thighs, Steve's hand, and your comforter. It only took that sight and a couple more thrusts as Bucky was filling you to the brim. "Fuck…." He groaned, "Can't say I've ever had that happen before."

You drop to lay flat on your stomach on the bed, clearly oblivious to you squirting all over the two men and your blanket, only humming in response. "Did you know that you could do that, baby? Did you know you could squirt?" Your eyes widened at Steve as he asked, he took that answer as an obvious 'no' and chuckled softly.

You wished you could move but you were so fucked out that your limbs were limp. Steve got up and grabbed a new t-shirt and underwear for you to put on as Bucky eased out of you, causing another whine from you at the sensation. Steve left the room temporarily just to get a warm washcloth and a different blanket for the three of you as the other one was deemed in need of a wash.

The two cleaned and dressed you before laying out the new blanket over you. Bucky laid down first, pulling you to lay on his chest before Steve crawled behind you, spooning you. You were barely conscious but you heard the small I love you's and praises from them about how good you did. You breathed out a small 'love you too' before falling asleep.

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nev3rfound · 3 years

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don't go yet, please : h.z

you shouldn't have followed after your dear friend, but then again, the baron should know better by now that you'll never be too far behind. (1.8k)

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requested: well I had a request from @geekgirlofarchangels for friends to lovers and this is what I came up with as I'm a bitch for zemo rn warnings: mentions of blood, descriptions from tfatws also a brief attempt at german (I'm sorry if it's terrible)

It was one big mistake going along. You should've stayed back in the apartment as Zemo suggested. However, having been friends with the Baron for many years, he should know better by now than assume you'd do as he suggests.

Standing in the warehouse, you were watching Walker carefully. He was becoming twitchy, his patience clearly wearing thin. "It's too quiet." He states, looking over at Bucky who remains silent.

"I could check, but I am preoccupied here." Zemo chimes in, holding up his cuffed wrists, not missing the quiet chuckle from you.

"Tough crowd, Baron." You spare him a glance, noticing how he is already eyeing up the small lock on the cuffs.

"I'm going in," John steps forward, only to be blocked by Bucky.

That was the beginning of the end for things to work out smoothly. Sure, Zemo being handcuffed by Walker was one thing, but you knew Zemo well enough after all these years to know he'd be out of those within minutes. However, Walker himself was becoming a loose cannon, and you know what they say about those.

"It hasn't been ten minutes yet, John. Just sit tight." Bucky comments.

John continues to pace, nearing you and Zemo. "Don't do that, don't patronize me." John spits back, his breathing becoming frantic.

"He knows what he's doing." You speak up, ignoring Zemo muttering your name at the sight of John pausing and turning his attention to you. "Unlike some people."

"You might wanna watch yourself," John seethes, watching Zemo tug on his handcuffs. "and find better people to hang around with, sweetheart." He looks you up and down, forcing a smirk before focusing on the clock.

Stepping backwards, you can feel a hand brush across yours. Without looking, you accept it and squeeze it three times, relieved when he squeezes back.

"I'm goin' in." John marches toward Bucky, only to be pushed back. "This must be easy for you. With all that serum running through your veins." He scoffs. "Barnes, your partner needs backup in there. Do you really want his blood on your hands?"

The question hangs in the air too long, and without needing an answer, John shoves past Bucky with Lemar on his tail.

"Seriously?" You huff, moving toward Bucky and following behind him.

"Y/n," Zemo speaks up, his voice now echoing in the empty room. "you seem to be forgetting my situation." He motions to his cuffed hand.

"Well, Helmut," Slowly you walk toward him, crossing your arms over your chest whilst you try to suppress the grin forming on your lips. "I suppose you'll just have to get yourself out, you're a pro after all." You tease, turning around and leaving him be knowing he'll be right behind you in a matter of minutes.

Echoes of gunfire and voices bounce from the walls as you continue to run through the endless corridors, unsure where you're even heading.

Breathlessly, you find Sam who couldn't look more disappointed. "I was so close getting through to her." He admits, shaking his head. "Walkers lost control, Y/n."

"Where is he?" You ask, but Sam sighs. "I'll find him."

"Y/n," Bucky walks into the room. "I lost her." He states. "There's a dozen of them in there."

"This place is a maze." Sam mutters, taking his eye off you for a moment, just a moment long enough for you to slip out of the room and toward a spiral staircase.

If there's anything Zemo has taught you over the years, always look for a distraction. And for once, it's actually working in your favour.

Your feet guide you toward a large open part of the warehouse, lined with dusted windows.

"Don't," Karli yells, another round of shots being fired from someone whilst you remain out of sight, ducking behind one of the barrels.

Daring to peer around it, you swear to yourself seeing the Baron stood with his gun aimed at the young girl.

"This, this is all," Zemo keeps his gun trained on Karli whilst his attention shifts to the vials of serum beneath his feet. "wrong." He smiles to himself as he stamps on the first bottle, ignoring Karli's cries for him to stop.

"Helmut!" You yell, leaving your hiding spot and head straight toward him.

Before Zemo can finish his mission, his eyes widen at the sound of your voice. "Y/n?" He turns around, only to see the shield enter his peripheral a millisecond too late.

Falling to the ground with a dull thud, your out cold.

Unable to focus on anything else, Zemo rushes to your side. Blood marks your hairline from the impact and he lifts your head up, cradling it in his arms. "My liebling," Zemo mutters, brushing his fingers along the crimson dripping down your cheek. "why must you be so reckless?"

"I learn from the best." You weakly mutter, forcing your eyes to open despite the immense pain coursing through your head.

"What have you done?" Walker emerges from the shadows, a darker look across his eyes that Zemo easily recognises. "You'll pay for this," Zemo seethes, reaching for his gun as his hand shakes, crimson coating his fingertips.

John laughs and steps toward the pair of you, noting you trying to stay awake with little success. "I don't think I will somehow." John states confidently, tearing Zemo's gun from his grip and throws it forcefully against the wall, breaking it into pieces. "Have fun, Zemo." John salutes to the Baron before disappearing back into the shadows, knowing what he has to do.

Taking your hand in his, Zemo squeezes it three times in hope of a response, but you remain limp in his arms. "Come on, Y/n," He whispers, bringing your hand to his lips and presses his lips against your palm. "I can't lose you too."

When Zemo emerges from the building, the world is a different place. A man's body lies beneath the feet of Captain America, blood staining the shield and you lay in Zemo's arms.

"Y/n?" Bucky hits Sams arm forcefully, averting his eyes from the scene in the middle of the square to a dishevelled looking baron cradling your body close to his chest.

"What happened?" Sam demands, now walking alongside Zemo who remains lost in his thoughts, thinking back to all that time you spent visiting him in prison, trying to provide some level of sanity to keep him occupied for the short while you had alone.

"He did." Zemo spits the words, his eyes remaining glued to your face, dried blood coating the left side that is hidden in the fur of his coat, tainting the pure white. "I'm going to kill him once my Y/n is awake." He mutters under his breath, not caring if either men hear his comment.

Once they reach Zemo's apartment, the silence between the trio is deafening.

Zemo takes you straight toward his bedroom, knowing you'd prefer privacy rather than being under the watchful eyes of your other friends.

"Oh, little dove," Pulling the silk sheets over your body, Zemo lowers the glass of scotch onto the bedside table alongside a damp towel to clean your blood.

As he presses the towel along your hairline, his free hand cups your face. He brushes his thumb across your cheek, humming a familiar tune.

"This is a nice way to wake up." You mumble, feeling Zemo tense momentarily whilst you keep your eyes closed. "Are the blinds open?"

"Hold on." Zemo moves away from you, taking the warmth with him causing a shiver to ripple through you.

Hiding you from the daylight and the cold reality of the world, darkness coats the walls. "Thanks." You comment, trying to sit upright only to wince and have your arm bat lightly by Zemo's hand.

"Don't move." Zemo instructs, perching on the edge of the bed, his coat thrown across the chair in the corner of the room, hiding the bloodied fur from your view. "You really are stupid sometimes, schatz."

"You really want to have this conversation, now?" Quick to retort, you glare up at your friend, having not forgotten what you witnessed in that warehouse. "It's all gone, isn't it?"

Zemo's prolonged silence answers your question, and he listens to you hum in response.

"Du bist ein idiot, Helmut." You state in German, not missing the tug on the corner of his lips. "But you're my idiot, nonetheless."

Stretching your arm out, you take a hold of his hand, squeezing it three times. "I thought I'd lost you for a moment in there, Y/n." Zemo painfully admits, knowing you were slipping in and out of consciousness.

"I know," You rub your thumb across his knuckles, his hands were always so soft against yours. "but I promise you, Helmut, I'll never go down without a fight."

"I don't want you to fight, Y/n." Zemo sighs heavily. "I just want you to be safe."

Scoffing lightly, you force yourself upright despite Zemo shifting closer. "You can't control that, Helmut." You remind him, having visited him once or twice with some minor injuries from smaller missions with Sam. "Nothing about us is certain, I mean," Trailing off, you can feel the mere thought of the conversation is causing your head to thump.

"Come," Zemo rises to his feet and walks around the bed. "get some rest. We can talk in the morning."

As Zemo approaches the door, you interrupt him. "Helmut, please, don't go." You whimper, faintly seeing him turn back to face you. "I don't want to be alone if I don't have to."

Smiling sadly to himself, Zemo removes his shoes and slides beneath the covers. Within a matter of seconds, he holds you close in his arms, your head resting against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"I'm not going anywhere, Y/n." Zemo whispers, kissing the top of your head as your eyes close, tears dampening his shirt. "Not when I just got you back."

"You sure about that?" You dare to ask, glancing up to see the faint outline of a sad smile crossing his lips as those dark eyes remain on yours.

"When it comes to you, I'm certain." He mutters, feeling you shift in his arms.

Your breath fans his lips before you softly kiss him. Zemo reacts instantly, his hand moving to cradle your neck as he kisses you back, desperate to not let you go.

Eventually, you both part. "Helmut," You breathe out, only for him to kiss you chastely. "I,"

"Don't say it, Y/n." Zemo hushes, knowing if he heard those three words leave your lips he'll never forgive himself if anything happened to you or him. "Save them for me, okay?"

Nodding in response, you mould back into Zemo, his fingers gliding across your shoulder creating various patterns including love hearts without realising it.

Yet, as you begin to drift off, you hear those three words from him, hoping that one day you can say them in return.

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hiii! im looking for good freinds to lovers fics bc i go through them sooooo fast :/ if you have any good ones pls send them !!!

hii… sorry this took me a whole day but here some Friends to Lovers fics… all the fics I’m recommending are Larry and please be careful with the tags before start reading and leave kudos :)

ABO

♥ Promise Me You Won't Run Away by thinlines @thinlinez | 23k | E

“Does kissing me stop you from having bad thoughts?” Harry asked, voice muffled into the collar of Louis’ dress shirt. Louis chuckled at this. He trailed a hand down Harry’s back, feeling the muscles tensing along with his touch.

“I guess you can say that. You’re a good distraction.”

“Then I will be the best distraction.” Harry answered, pulling back and watched Louis’ lips unashamedly.

“Come distract me, then.”

Or the Prince/ Knight AU in which Harry left Louis, but the omega never once gave up on them.

♥ i don't wanna be your friend, i wanna kiss your neck by crybaby | 19k | E

Harry has been in love with Louis Tomlinson for four years, five months, and thirteen days.

Harry had fallen in love with Louis Tomlinson like how he’d seen in movies, and how he’d read in all the books he’d stolen from Gemma, headfirst and shameless. The only problem was, that in films and books, love was always either returned instantly, or else it took time for unrequited love to lose the first two letters, and since the first option was obviously not true, Harry decided he would wait for the second to become reality. And so Harry waited, three years, eight months, and four days, before his heart had been broken by a gentle rejection and a misplaced blowjob, before Louis and Gemma had packed up and gone to Manchester for university.

(Harry is a hopelessly romantic omega and Louis is his sister's best friend)

♥ picking up the pieces by falsegoodnight @falsegoodnight | 35k | E

“Zayn,” he murmurs, quietly but desperately.

Knowing what to do immediately, Zayn discreetly glances behind them to scan the room. “Walking over,” he says, confirming Louis’ worst fears.

“Maybe he’ll just pass by without stopping,” Louis says, glancing at the tables next to them as if hoping to find some other group of friends Harry had in high school that he could possibly want to talk to.

Eyebrow arched and lips pursed, Zayn has the nerve to look amused. “He’s looking directly at us.”

“Cause a diversion,” Louis rushes through his teeth, panic clawing up his throat. He can’t look Harry in the face again. Not yet, maybe not ever.

Zayn rolls his eyes and grabs his hand, interlocking their fingers. “It’s now or never, dear.”

- Louis returns to his hometown for the first time in ten years for his high school reunion and is faced with memories he’s long since tried to forget.

MPREG

♥ waiting on you by beckywritesthings @beckydoesthings | 21k | M

“Do you want to touch?” Harry asks, taking one of his hands off to tangle with Louis’. His open invitation finally drags Louis’ attention away from his baby and up to his face, blue eyes wobbly with emotions. It’s clear that he’s too taken to really form words, so Harry takes the initiative to press their laced hands against his shirt fabric, warmth from the skin radiating through.

Louis pushes his shirt up to his chest, taking Harry’s hand and pressing it to hold the fabric in place. His hands return to warm skin, palms even more scalding now that there’s nothing in between them. And then, as if that wasn’t enough for Harry’s heart to handle, Louis leans in, pressing his lips right above his belly button.

“Hi, baby,” he says, lips moving across his skin softly. “I’m your… I’m Louis.”

Or Harry is pregnant with a stranger’s baby and Louis doesn’t know. It’s a minor detail that Harry’s both living with Louis and in love with him. No big deal.

♥ you fit me better than my favourite sweater by brightbluelou | 13k | NR

Harry didn't mean to fall in love with his best friend, and he definitely didn't mean to get pregnant. Despite that, it’s probably still the best thing that’s ever happened to him. And after that, well. It just kept getting better.

or; the one where Harry and Louis are friends-with-benefits and Harry unexpectedly gets pregnant. Harry never wants to stop getting pregnant after that, but Louis thinks seven kids is probably enough.

AUS

♥ our matchmaker: the fucking universe by peachloulou | 8k | E |

On your eighteenth birthday, you end up with your soulmates' name tattooed on your body. The universe works in a fairly simple way, so Louis knows Harry is his soulmate. He's got Harry's name tattooed on his ass cheek like a tramp stamp, and Harry's got the name Lou written on the inside of his wrist. Except Harry doesn't know what Louis' soulmates name is because Louis is a romantic fool, and, ever since Harry woke up with the name Lou two years after Louis, he's been a quest to find his own soulmate. Meeting after meeting.

But maybe Louis' wrong, and he and Harry are nothing more than best friends.

Or the one where the universe is annoyingly fucking complicated.

♥ Love Isn't Always on Time by softfonds @softfonds | 45k | E

Falling in love with your best friend sounds like a good idea, until he comes back from a work trip engaged to another man. A Made of Honor AU.

♥ You Might Want to Marry My Husband by Rearviewdreamer | 37k | M

When Harry’s husband dies, he asks one thing of him; to find love and happiness again without him. It’s a request that Harry is happy to disregard, until he meets the one person who is impossible to ignore.

♥ Work of Magic by Bekita @justalarryblog | 34k | NR

"C’mon Liam, are you really going to use this against me now? You know the kind of humans his kind is! You know very well why we hunt them!" Louis said, done with the conversation and walking down the hall.

"No! We hunt people who don’t care about others, and neither Harry nor anyone in his family is like that!” Liam exasperated, following behind. “Louis, it's been two weeks, don’t you wanna know how Harry is? Has this hatred taken over so fast?" Liam inquired, knowing the hit a nerve.

"You know what, Liam? I'm not going to have this conversation with you." Louis said decisively, turning his back to his friend ready to go to his class.

But life is never fair, is it? When he turned around he was face to face with Harry in the middle of the hallway. The two stared at each other. Do I hate him? Louis wondered as he watched Harry's eyes fill with tears and seem to be begging for something. He preferred to ignore the pang in his chest and the urge to comfort the boy in front of him. He lowered his head and continued on his way.

Or the one that Louis is a WitchHunter and Harry is a Witch and they keep it as a secret, but they fall in love.

♥ practice in pencil, seal it in pen by loubellies @loubellies | 16k | E

AU where drunk Harry lifts Louis up after someone says “bottoms up”. Louis blushes at Harry’s antics, flustered that his best friend knew him more than he thought. Friends to lovers with a happy ending pleaseor Harry is in love with Louis but he doesn't know.

♥ plant new seeds by glitterhaz @cloudslou | 44k | TUA

Harry nods, not trusting his words. Slowly, he crawls under the covers of his bed, all too aware that Louis is doing the same, so close to him. Initially, he faces his desk, not looking at Louis, but after a few minutes he gets uncomfortable and turns over. Now, he’s only a foot from Louis’ face, and Louis has turned around too.

He doesn’t think Louis is asleep already, and it's confirmed when Louis’ eyes blink open sleepily. Harry looks at Louis, and Louis looks at him. Really looks.

“Can you see me?” Louis whispers.

Harry doesn’t understand the question, not really, but nods anyway. “Yeah, I see you,”

**Louis works at a lonely community garden, Harry is the upstanding fraternity man who makes it all feels a little less lonely. Over the course of a semester, that is.

♥ Skin New, Hands True, My Hands All Over You by PearlyDewdrops | 44k | E

Harry designs wedding cakes, so of course meeting blissfully happy couples every day is part of his job description. Unfortunately, it's caused Harry to perpetually hope each new day is the one he'll find love, too. That is, until Harry realises everything he's ever wanted is right under his nose in the shape of his best friend, Louis.

But predictably, Harry only comes to this epiphany when Louis starts seeing someone else. And this is not a John Hughes movie as far as Harry is aware. Everyone else is pretty sure, though.

Featuring a heavy dose of pining, copious amounts of alcohol, drunk dialing that results in a situation reminiscent of Rachel Green's, a ginger cat that likes to interrupt intimate moments, and a Halloween party that changes everything.

♥ if it kills me by you_explode | 110k | M

Harry and Louis have worked together in a difficult office environment for six years. They're best friends; Louis is the bright spot of all of Harry's days. But Louis is in love with Harry, and Harry's engaged to someone else. And that's only the beginning.

The Office AU. More or less follows the first five seasons. A lot of pining and misunderstanding the depth of feelings and rejection and angst, until there isn’t.

♥ In This Light by exhilarated | 99k | E

Harry is a wardrobe stylist who likes to live in the moment, and Louis is a popstar who looks dreamy in double breasted jackets. Harry never stood a chance.

♥ smell the sea, feel the sky by lightswoodmagic @lightwoodsmagic | 16k | E

They’d been planning this beach trip for months, stressing around work schedules and engagement parties, trying to find the perfect place to stay in and a time where there wouldn’t be families everywhere but the weather still perfect. Louis had spent what felt like hours researching and planning, dinners with Zayn and his boyfriend at their house that just ended in looking at places and sending them to Niall. He’d been looking forward to it for weeks, getting away from his job and his bullshit neighbours and the noise of the city.

It seemed ridiculous, really, that in all that time, Zayn hadn’t mentioned once that Harry was coming.

Or, Louis doesn't know how he's going to spend a week with the one person he wants and can't have. Harry proves him wrong.

♥ This Shifting Ground by zarah5 | 28k | M

University AU. In which Louis, law student, is the cheeky waiter to Harry’s dates. This is how it starts.

♥ No One Like You by myownspark | 19k | M

Dear Niall,I was glad to have the chance to talk with you again at the AHA conference. Your idea that the Musee D’Orsay Tomlinson painting is in fact not a self-portrait is an intriguing one, and I may have discovered something that will have a bearing on that theory.

Some background: as you may remember, I’ve been researching for a book I’m writing about Harry Styles. I’ve been in communication with Styles’ last living descendant, who is in possession of a trunk that her family believed to have belonged to Styles himself. It held some personal items she presumes to be his, including two unmounted paintings and a small collection of letters.

Upon spending the last few days in Provins studying these items, I believe there to be a connection between Tomlinson and Styles, and I would very much like your opinion.

Are you up for a trip to France?

Sincerely, Liam Payne

Where Liam and Niall are art historians discovering the truth about two nineteenth century painters on opposite sides of an artistic divide.

♥ across city skyline (and straight through my heart) by Halos_Boat @halohamilton | 76k | M

Louis Tomlinson meets Hollywood Heartthrob, Harry Styles when he walks into Louis' little bakery one day.

Immediately, Louis is charmed by him and Louis thinks Harry might feel the same way, given the fact that Harry has visited the bakery everyday since he'd come to town.

Until one day, Harry walks in with a boyfriend under his arm and a smile on his face.

The one where Louis owns a small bakery that's well known in his town and Harry Styles is an actor who comes to town to film a new movie. Louis is endeared by him, but that doesn’t seem to matter since Harry Styles is already taken.

♥ Tired Tired Sea by MediaWhore | 113k | M

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

♥ Here In The Afterglow by fondleeds | 88k | NR

“If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have many friends,” Louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat.

Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis’ stomach shake. “I’ll be your friend.”

- 1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

♥ Nicotine by KrisStylinson | 42k | E

"We're two different types of people, Liam. He likes sex and drugs, I like theater and tea. Trust me, we'd never date." Except they would, they do, and neither of them plans on letting go anytime soon.

"Just because you can get me hard doesn't mean I like you," Louis whispered. The fact was, he didn't like Harry right now, not at all. Not even a bit.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry murmured, his breath fanning over Louis' cock as he spoke. "You done telling me how much you hate me so I can suck you off?"

♥ California Sold by isthatyoularry | 123k | M

Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever.

A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.

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AS YOU WISH | J.JH | TWO

cover by @seostudios

SYNOPSIS. He was a boy, she was a girl— can I make it any more obvious?

But actually, she was a cursed genie of two thousand years who longed to be freed of her gilded cage and he was a modern but lonely boy who hoped to free her. He just didn’t expect to fall in love with her in the process.

GENRE. angst, slow burn, romance, genie!au, reincarnation!au, royal!au, thief!au PAIRING. jeong jaehyun x female genie!reader MINOR CHARACTERS. mark lee, moon taeil, jeong sungchan, lee taeyong, johnny suh WORD COUNT. 2k

WARNINGS. stealing, mentions of cuts and wounds, blood, physical beating, derogatory name calling, a lifetime of pain

ONE: PAST | TWO: INTERLUDE | THREE: PRESENT

You had all the magic in the world at the tips of your fingers but what was the point of it all? None of your spells or incantations as a genie would bring Yuno back to you. Even a genie had their limitations— there were rules and regulations to follow and Rowena made sure you understood them perfectly.

As a genie, you were bound to your lamp unless your master called for you or wished for your freedom. The only other way for you to escape the curse was if Yuno was able to find you, become your last master, and set you free with a lover’s kiss. The situation itself sounded impossible but one could still hope in the good of people. You never wanted to lose hope in the hearts of humans but as time went on, your own heart hardened by witnessing the complete selfishness of others.

The rules you had to relay to your masters were simple. They were given two choices: to have one wish granted with endless possibilities until the end of their lives or have three restrictive wishes granted. As much as you wanted someone to wish you free, they never did, too blinded by their own wants.

Every master who had found you throughout your years picked the option of having one wish granted. With each desire fulfilled, you lost faith in the human race and were completely disgusted at their actions.

You were not able to kill, bring anyone back from the dead, or force anyone to fall in love with another person and yet, your masters found ways to come close to having these wishes granted. Those were the people you remembered most.

One of those masters was named Taeyong. He was a young man, his lithe body filled with ambition. He strived for fame and fortune and refused any other light but the spotlight. He found you in his grandfather’s belongings after his kin passed and kept you to satisfy his selfish needs.

His one wish was to remain the richest bachelor in the world and to never run out of money. Taeyong spent frivolously with you by his side, your powers robbing those with higher numbers then him.

Taeyong remained on top of the world but at the cost of stealing what really belonged to others.

Another master you had met along the way was the handsome Youngho, a businessman who had no time for socializing. He was always nose deep into his work, calling you out at random times to keep him company. He never wished for anything; he just wanted to have someone with him.

Youngho said he liked having you around and he was glad he found you. He described you as a guiding light that kept him on the path and you almost fell for his charms. Your hardening heart softened and you found yourself falling for the lonely businessman with the sharp eyes and kind smile.

“Thank you,” Youngho said one day as you sat beside him, his head curled on your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“For what?” you asked.

“For being there for me when no one else was,” he replied and you felt the flutters in your stomach. It had been centuries since you had last seen your prince but the Yuno-sized hole in your heart was slowly being filled with Youngho.

But just as you let your guard down and your heart grew soft, something happened. Youngho fell in love with another— someone who wasn’t you. The pain you felt was excruciating and you had to grin and bear it as he asked you for an endless supply of the most powerful love potion in the universe.

You had no choice but to give it to Youngho and watch him as he poured the substance into another’s cup every time they started to slip from the man’s grasp. The potion itself did not mimic the feeling of love itself, it simply gave the consumer a case of strong infatuation aimed towards the giver.

It was then you decided to hate humans and their extreme selfishness. The only people you refused to hate were Yuno and Minhyung— but they, much like the love in your heart, were long gone.

Reincarnations, you quickly discovered, were real. You could not count how many times one of your former masters found you in their new lifetime. Seeing Youngho reincarnated did not shock you one bit. He was named Johnny in this life and no matter how many smiles he flashed your way, you refused to reciprocate the action.

All humans are selfish, you repeated the mantra in your head. Do not trust anyone.

You could not fall for his dazzling smile again. You refused to. The only person that belonged in your heart was Prince Yuno.

Similar to his last life, Johnny was a workaholic. He was a businessman with almost no time on his hands but the male still made time for his friends. You heard the voices of his closest colleagues often as Johnny brought you everywhere, your lamp tucked into his bag. He kept you hidden, a secret for only him to enjoy for the rest of his days.

Some of the voices were oddly similar to ones you had heard before and how you wanted to laugh. You heard Taeyong’s voice once; how funny was it that all your former masters met in this life? With a roll of your eyes, you remembered a saying Yuno would often iterate: “You attract what you are.”

Selfish, selfish, selfish. That’s what all humans were.

There was a day Johnny had his other colleagues over for a late night drink. He hid your lamp in plain sight, the object acting as a paperweight on his coffee table as his friends gathered around the living room.

“If you could have one wish granted, what would it be?” Johnny posed the question, taking a sip of his drink. He reiterated the rules you gave him and you scoffed; the man couldn’t decide on what to wish for so he turned to his friends for ideas.

“Fame, naturally,” Taeyong’s reincarnation replied and you chuckled bitterly from inside your cage. He never changed. “I want people to remember my name.”

“Of course you would ask for that, you narcissist,” Johnny laughed, the others chiming in as well. They took turns around the room and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at each request.

Johnny posed the idea of forever staying on top, no matter the means.

“So, let’s say someone takes the number one spot, would you do whatever it takes to snatch it away from them?” A new voice muttered. It sounded awfully familiar and it made your heart lurch forward.

“Yeah,” you heard Johnny reply nonchalantly.

“Even if it led to hurting them?” the deep voice asked again. Tears welled up in your eyes and you couldn’t figure out why.

“Since killing them isn’t an option, hurting them until they’re on the brink of being ruined, why the hell not?” Johnny pushed. His other friends agreed with him but that one achingly familiar voice openly opposed his companion’s choice.

“Isn’t that a bit harsh? Some people spend years working their way up to the top and I think they deserve to stay up there,” he retaliated.

“Jeffery, isn’t that a bit naive to say in the business world?” Johnny asked, a bit of edge in his voice. “It’s a dog eat dog world out there. You can’t rely on goodness and hard work to get you through everything.”

“But doing that, stepping on the underdog— it isn’t right,” the man named Jeffery said. “They’ll suffer. I don’t know, I just feel like it’s always been my duty to assist those below us and help them thrive.”

Why did Jeffery’s words sound like something you had heard before?

As the men continued their discussion, a memory from long ago came to mind. Yuno’s face during your second meeting came to mind, his handsome features wrinkled as he expressed his disappointment in Rowena’s actions: “What she is doing to the people out here, it isn’t right. They are suffering and I feel as if it is my duty to stop her.”

Bless the stars, you had found him.

Yuno. Your Yuno

The tears began to fall as you sobbed. He was right there with you, in the same room. You closed your eyes and listened for his voice again and placed your hand on the wall of your lamp. You were facing the direction Yuno’s voice was coming from and a smile broke out on your lips. The action of smiling felt weird to experience, seeing as how long it had been since you last grinned this widely.

After how many years of not having him by your side, your prince was finally there with you. If only you could let yourself out of your lamp.

“Hey, what is that?” Jeffery asked.

“What’s what?” Johnny replied, a bit confused.

The conversation shifted as your hand remained on the wall. They were no longer talking about wishes; instead, they were talking about you, or rather, your lamp.

“I’ve never seen that before, John; is it new?” Jeffery pushed. You felt a warmth radiating against the golden walls, a warmth similar to Yuno’s loving touch. This was it, you thought. The reunion you had been waiting for.

It grew hotter and hotter, your heart was about to burst. Electricity was flooding through your veins and a dizzying spell reached your head.

Just a little bit more, my prince. A little bit more, you said to yourself, your hand clasping against your lips as sobs of joy began to escape.

“No!” Johnny shouted. “Don’t touch that!”

Just as quickly that warmth surrounded you, it was snatched away with the same amount of speed. It disappeared, the walls now cold as your lamp shook. The sudden action jolted you across your space, causing you to hit your head on a surface.

“Sorry, John!” Jeffery said, “I was just curious.”

The mood in the room shifted and so did the mood inside your lamp.

“I think you all should go.”

“Wait, just because I tried to touch your thing?” Jeffery fought back. “It can’t be that serious, can it?”

Not liking the sudden shift, the other colleagues obeyed Johnny’s request.

“It is that serious and I think you should leave.”

“No!” you screamed from your cage, now banging on the walls. Johnny felt your actions, the lamp shaking as you continued to hit the surface. “No, no, no, no, no! Please!”

Please, you begged miserably. Using a bit of your magic that would surely cost you a bit of your health, you willed yourself to peek through spout and there he was, still as beautiful as ever.

His name might have been Jeffery in that life but he was still your Yuno. He stood there, looking just as princely as he did in the past. His blazer was draped over his shoulder with a tie loosened around his neck and white sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His eyebrows were furrowed and a frown hid the dimples you loved so much.

Oh, how much you wanted to escape and turn that frown upside down. To kiss the downward curl away like you had back in the days when you were together.

“Go, Jeff,” Johnny’s voice hardened, almost challenging the younger. Jeffery took one more glance at the lamp behind his hand and you caught his eye.

You watched as he did a double take with a look of confusion before a flash of pain took over his face. That expression of discomfort went away as the man shook his head. He dragged a hand over his immaculate face, stealing your one last glance at his beauty from you, as he unwillingly put on his shoes.

“Fuck, fine,” Jeffery said before taking his leave, his back turned from you. You bit on your lip as another sob escaped you.

Don’t go.

Don’t leave me.

Don’t leave me alone again.

He promised to always find you. Why couldn’t he find you this time around?

Yuno was so close yet so far.

How much more of this pain could a genie like you take?

Why was the universe set on keeping you apart?

Why couldn’t you finally have the only thing you wanted?

Why couldn’t your wish come true?

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Tack on a Charles SFW alphabet, 4 lil ol me

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Charles Smith is a hard man to get large amounts of affection out of in public. It's mostly due to his mixed heritage, and he wouldn't want you to be subjected to the backlash of being seen romantically with him--whether you fought against that notion or not. But in private, he would make you little gifts and spend a lot of time with you in nature. Going hunting, giving you beadwork to keep, a lot of little things come with Charles and his form of affection. And all those little things mean so much to him.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Having Charles at your back means you constantly have someone to keep your head on straight. He's a rational man, to put it simply, and he wouldn't want you doing things that would easily put your life at risk. If someone were to come up and insult you, he would be the first to size up and be ready to fight should it come down to it. The friendship would have began pretty one-sided, unless he found you interesting.

If you were a recruited into the Van der Linde gang, he would be a bit distant at first. He would see if you could handle yourself, what you could bring to the circle, and would be willing to speak with you once you have proven yourself to the others. If you were not, you probably ran into him while he was on a hunt. Targeting the same kill, maybe got into a conversation about your horses after you settled the dispute on who the kill belongs to.

Regardless, a friendship with him is one of the ages.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Charles is very used to moving, so having something stationary like cuddles is a little foreign to him. However, he does not reject the idea. Leaning your head on his shoulder or having his arms wrapped around you seems to do the trick, as long as he could feel your presence when it happens. He finds it much more relaxing later down the line, when he realizes that having you there means that there is nothing to worry about.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Settling down for Charles is something that he does not expect to happen. He feels that his history would make it extremely hard, and the fact that he feels the gang isn't a place to raise children. However, once the gang dissolves, having a family isn't quite so impossible anymore. In fact, there's a chance that he was inspired by the work that he did to help John, and would possibly want to take that sort of step himself.

Charles isn't a terrible cook. He knows what he needs to make to survive, and he can make it well. But if you ask him to get technical, he may just be a bit more nervous. Charles also likes to keep his space clean, so he's a pretty deep cleaner--as much as his situation would allow.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He isn't a man to shy away from his problems. If he were to break up with his partner, it's in their face and straight to the point. He'll even clarify why, because he wants to ensure that his partner has some form of closure--it's the least he could do in a chaotic world such as New Austin.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

The idea of commitment isn't what scares Charles, it's the aftermath of once people learn of who he's committed to. People aren't friendly towards him to begin with, and he doesn't want to find out what would happen to the one he holds dear. That being said, marriage is definitely something that is not happening right away. He needs to feel secure, and that isn't very often with him.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Despite his brash and forward nature, Charles is actually quite gentle to those he considers dear. The way he touches, the way he speaks, all of it is dialed down a bit because he wants to take your feelings and comforts into consideration.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Charles does not like hugs from other people aside from his partner. If someone tried to hug him from the gang, he'd stare at them like they were absolutely crazy. He probably wouldn't even return it, unless it was someone like Arthur. But for his partner? He would hug during intimate conversations, and be the one to initiate it.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Charles would not be quick with it. His love is earned, slowly. He has to see you doing things that validate his feelings, that ensure that what he holds for you is true. Charles has to convince himself of a lot of things, and holding those feelings for someone is one of the biggest ones.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Not jealous at all. He takes everything in stride.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are either soft and sweet or hard and passionate, depends on the context. Before a heist, passion is his game. A little alone time? Sweet. He enjoys being kissed on the temple or a little one to his jaw. But he would kiss you anywhere on your face, but the hot spots are on your temple or on top of your head.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Children love Charles. They love his calming energy, and he's very attentive. He'd even teach them a few things that aren't too outlandish, like how to create basic herbal mixes. Maybe teach them how to make bait, but not take them hunting if he deems it to dangerous.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

They're usually spent up early. He's hunting, making himself some arrows. While he's working on the survival aspect for the both of you, you're tending to him. Making him coffee, food, and making sure that he's comfortable since he's always doing something.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

In his tent or around the campfire. Spending time together in solitude, or reluctantly in the company of others, you two are always together come night time.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He unfortunately plays cards close to his chest. Opening up to you will be like pulling teeth, but when he finds it in his heart to trust you, he trusts you in full.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It depends. He has to have some patience in order to deal with the Van der Linde gang to a degree. Anyone can slander him or his name, and he's usually quite unfazed. But should anyone bring your name into things, it's instant.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Charles has a scary good memory. It will catalogue everything. Things you tell him, things he hears in passing. You can count on him to remember something that you don't, if he was there with you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

You both decided to take a trip when the gang rode out to Clemens Point. The canoe that Hosea, Dutch, and Arthur took soon belonged to the two of you. You spent the day just... talking. Listening to the calm waters, and the distant songs that the gang sang as the day went on. Soon, you both were bathed by the night, only to be left underneath a blanket of stars reflecting off the surface of the lake. You both lounged in the canoe, unbothered by the world as you drifted off. The tranquility between the two of you, how connected you felt, is why Charles holds the memory dear.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Charles is very protective of you. The gang wants you to do something stupid for their benefit? Someone is putting you in an uncomfortable situation? He's the first to talk it down. He would appreciate any form of protection, just knowing that you care for him--although he doesn't need it.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Charles likes to say that he doesn't try, because he feels like he doesn't. But there is so much thought into anything that comes out of him, because that's just the kind of man he is.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

His reclusiveness. His first initial distrust would be an attempt to put you at a distance, but you don't fall for it. You've seen it before. His curt responses and careful side stares are something you don't take to heart, either.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not at all, really, but somehow he always looks good. The only thing that he takes special care of is his hair. He makes sure that he has his feathers, accessories, the things that root him to his history that he misses so much.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

There would be a little twinge of him missing you when things begin to spiral, but it would be quickly reinforced by the affirmation that he will see you again. It drives him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Charles has no problem styling the hair of the women in camp. Should anyone come up and ask him, he'd be happy to help. He doesn't like people touching his own, though. He holds it dear.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Charles does not like an overly-passive individual. He needs to be around someone who can stand up for themselves, to an extent. He is patient with them, should they need to learn that skill, but he will not hold out should they have no chance of coming to that. He hates dishonesty. Loyalty is also a huge thing for him, and it's extremely heartbreaking if someone doesn't reciprocate.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

You know the joke people make about being overly-paranoid? Sleeping with a gun under their pillow, or a knife? He's exactly like that. Practically sleeping with one eye open, unless he knows he's perfectly safe.

He's also extremely quiet. You have no idea how, but this man sleeps as quiet as a mouse.

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elphiej · 3 years

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Be My Light - Chapter 4: The Mad Leader

*Genre: Mafia, angst, eventual smut, slow burn

*Warnings: References to violence, minor assault,

Author’s note: First off, I’d like to send a special Thank You to someone who was a huge inspiration to me and to this story. This is the chapter that really started it all and I was inspired by @bangtan-sonyeonddaeng ‘s mafia reaction series. She is a fantastic person and was one of the first people I showed this Be My Light to when I was too scared to post it. She is a beautiful soul and wonderful writer. Thank you for the push.

Another Big thanks to my editor for sticking with me all this time and into the future. And, of course, to all the people who are reading, commenting, and reblogging this. I can’t tell you all how much is means to me. Thank you all and I hope you enjoy this next installment of Be My Light. (P.S. I have a thing for RM in a long trench coat.)

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Chapter 4: The Mad Leader

You stared at the cell phone clutched in your hand, your mind spinning with so many questions. Who were those people? Why did talking to this ‘RM’ make you feel like something bad was coming? With that deep, serious tone, were they just as dangerous as the man with the cane? And what kind of normal person calls themselves ‘RM’? Agust was already on the edge of interesting and odd as it was. Scanning over the still lit screen, you wondered what other names were in the contact list. Other than ‘God of Destruction’, the last few calls you could see without going through the device belonged to ‘Mochi’, ‘My Favorite’, and ‘Worldwide Pain in my Ass’. Based on those names, you couldn’t begin to imagine who was gonna match those names.

It was safe to assume that this RM guy was concerned about the man in the suit trying to finish the job. The hospital had a good security team but you thought it best to talk to Doctor- Henry- to see if more could be done. Your hand paused as it went to put the cell phone back with Agust’s things; if RM or any of the odd named voices tried to contact you for an update, they would most likely call that, instead of trying to navigate the hospital switch board. Figuring it was the best option, you placed the phone safely in your scrub’s pocket as you moved to the bedside for one last check on the patient. Agust hadn’t moved again since right before the phone call and was still as could be. The monitors were all reading normally. There was a blood transfusion line in his arm to help replace what he had lost, along with another IV pushing fluids and medication. You adjusted his arm to make it more comfortable for him once he woke up.

“I’ll be back to check on you as soon as I can,” you said as you fixed his blankets. “Please, try not to do anything until I get back.”

You slipped out of the room and pulled the door shut behind you. There was an anxious feeling that crept back into your gut, the same one you felt when you had first heard the gun shots ring out from the silence of the construction site. Your mind had so many thoughts and scenarios running through it that you felt overwhelmed. Things like, ‘what if the man with the cane and rough voice came here? Would he shoot his way through the floors until he found Agust? Were you really as safe as you hoped?’ The hospital had been under a few threats but nothing had ever come from those except words. It would be best to stay as cautious as possible. You had too many friends and patients to not take your feelings seriously.

As you made your way towards your station, you were surprised to see that Henry was already there leaning over the desk with the phone pressed up against his ear. He pulled a pad of paper from the other side of the desk and started scribbling something down as he nodded and spoke in a low tone to whomever was on the other end. That saves me from having to page him, you mused. Henry did a double take towards you when he noticed you out of the corner of his eye. He beaconed you over with an urgent wave of his hand. The calm yet awkward demeanor from earlier had been replaced with a more serious one. Once you were within an arm’s reach of him, he reassured whomever he was talking to that ‘everything will be taken care of’ and hung up.

“Good,” he said, placing a hand on your shoulder, “I need you to help me.”

“Henry, about that John Doe patient. I was able to talk to someone close to him. I think we may need to alert the security team about- “

“I’ve already talked to them. The hospital is going on alert for any suspicious activity entering the hospital. And we are actually moving the patient to one of the private units upstairs. I just got off the phone with the director and we’ve got everything worked out for you so you’ll be safe,” he said over his shoulder as he started walking down the hall.

“Wait, what does that mean? What do you mean by worked everything out?” You took extra long steps to keep up with his brisk pace.

“The same person who demanded higher security for that patient requested that you be kept with him as his private staff until otherwise. Which means you’ll be in the secure ward with him in case anything happens. It’s gonna be for the best. You were the first one with him and it’s gonna be more comfortable if he doesn’t have to get acclimated to someone else after all this. Don’t worry, we’ve got it worked out with Jax already.”

Henry led you back into Agust’s room and made fast work of disconnecting him from the machines that surrounded him. He pulled the IV bags down and placed them on the bed by the still form. Meanwhile, you were frozen at the end of the bed, feeling dizzy from how fast he seemed to expect you to understand what was happening. This wasn’t the first gang related case you had been assigned to since starting at Mercy, nor was it the first gunshot case; why did this sudden change to the routine make you feel ever more nervous? Never had you moved a patient into a secure wing designed from more severe or quarantined patients before just because someone had requested it. Henry called your name to shake you from your thoughts and motioned you to move to the side of the bed as he unlocked the wheels of the gurney and pushed the bed from the wall. As you helped guide it from the room, you couldn’t help but feel the tension grow.

“So, I am just supposed to stay locked up in some room like a prisoner? And be someone’s private nurse? What about the rest of my patients here? I can’t just leave Amber to tend to them all alone. We are short staffed as it is,” you mentioned as you navigated everyone into the elevator at the end of the hall.

Henry hit a button and the elevator started to move. He leaned close to look you in the face, his eyes filled with seriousness. “Listen, Y/N, I know this is strange but you just have to trust me. I don’t know all the details but someone particularly important has to be involved to make the director so quick to comply with whatever they asked. But no matter what, your safety is my priority, maybe a bit more than my patients. I’m sure the director thinks that too. Whoever it is must just want to make sure this guy has the best care possible. And when he gets here, he’ll probably want to hear from you what happened. And if whatever gang did this does try anything, I don’t want you to worry because no one is going to get to him or you. Only the director, you, and I will have access to this room or know where he is. Apparently, the man the director talked to said he would have a way to get a hold of you and prove his identity to gain access. I know how you are, Y/N, you are a great person. That’s why you’re so good at what you do. But don’t think that you are inconveniencing anyone; Jax has already rearranged everything and made some calls. I really need you to think about yourself now. And what is best is for you is to do what I am asking and not over think this right now.”

Henry was being so sincere that you couldn’t find the voice to make any arguments. You gave him a weak nod and tried to take what he said to heart. As Amber had pointed out before, one of your qualities was that you put others well before yourself. Hence, why you were in this predicament. As the doors opened onto the new floor, you promised him that you would try.

The door opened onto a floor where the more severe, long term patients were kept. This floor could, also, be used for quarantining or the more delicate of patients. At the moment, you knew it had only a few occupants: a coma patient, a patient suffering from extreme burns, and someone from the psych ward that needed more focused attention. To enter this ward, you needed a key card, making this more isolated than your full and frantic floor. Henry commented there was no record that Agust had been moved in any of the files. And if anyone tried to look him up, it would be like he never existed. The person who had called to make all this happen had said he’d contact you and that he and his colleagues were to say they were here to perform community service if asked by anyone else. Apparently, they deemed it as security protection. Henry had you swipe your ID to gain access to the floor and you made your way down the silent hall to the vacant room Henry had staked out for you to stay in. The room was bigger than the one you were used to on your floor. There was a small couch across from where the bed was to go, a private bath off near the entrance, and even a TV in the corner. There was, also, a small recliner near where the head of the gurney was to rest. You imagined you’d be there most of the time. Henry helped you set everything back up in the room and did a quick check on the patient after he was secured in his new residence.

“Hopefully, he’s gonna wake up a bit soon. He’s reacting well to what I’m doing,” Henry commented as he checked Agust’s pupils constrict as he shined his pen light in them. He gave some instructions about his IV and transfusion processes. He gave you a quick run down of the floor in case you needed anything. “Until he wakes up, I guess feel free to do whatever in here. It can be like a mini vacation. You know, if you ignore all the weird stuff happening. You can watch some TV or order some food. The mysterious man said to spare no expense when it came to our patient or you. I promise by Friday this will be all over and we can go out and talk about nicer things. Okay?”

Before you could stop yourself, you felt your cheeks get hot and you turned your eyes to the floor. This was not the best place for this, but you knew Henry did it to only ease the anxiety you were feeling. He was almost too perfect. Henry promised to check in once he had finished his rounds as he left from the room and pulled the door shut behind him. You heard the security lock click into place, knowing it would only open from the inside or if you had an ID card. You allowed yourself to drop into the recliner, allowing everything to wash over you. Paranoia was thick in the air as you tried to make sense of everything. Henry was right; whoever these people were they must just want to talk to you and this was easier than scouting the halls. But the thought did very little to chase the nervousness away. Your hands started to rub together out of tension, squeezing your fingers, cracking your knuckles one by one with your thumbs. You took a few deep breaths as you tried to force yourself out of the impending panic. Your eyes looked over at the bed. You tried to remind yourself that you needed to keep it together and be strong for him. Then your eyes landed on his hand. You remembered when you were hiding behind the counter when the man with the cane was getting closer and closer. And when Agust had reached over and squeezed your hand. In that moment, he gave you reassurance with such a small gesture, not thinking of himself. You remembered how genuine it felt. It’d be nice if you could do that now, you thought with a weak smile.

Instead, you settled for forcing yourself to think of something else. You read through his charts, tapped through some news on your phone, and tried to people watch out the window behind the couch. The afternoon sun had started making its way towards the horizon; how quickly the day had ended up flying by. You had decided against turning on the television for now, thinking how awkward it would be for him to wake up to you watching some trash TV show. You tried walking around the room to get a sense of where you’d be staying for the foreseeable future. But all of that only killed twenty minutes and you were still stir-crazy. There wasn’t much you could do for Agust at the moment, except allow him to rest without you trying to hold his hand or anything else.

Suddenly, there was a buzzing in your pocket; it was Agust’s phone. You were a bit ashamed at how quickly you reached for it. There was a new text message. It was from a new named contact: Sunshine. The preview of the message said, ‘To Miss Nurse’, making your assumption that the people on the other end would have expected you to keep the phone on you correct. And since it was addressed to you, you didn’t feel too bad about opening the phone again. You swiped open the text and tried not to scroll anywhere higher into their previous chats.

- Sunshine: To Miss Nurse. if you see this, please take good care of our Hyung. And if he gives you any trouble, tell him I said to behave. RM should be almost there. He tends to speed.

There were a couple silly emojis next to it that made you smile. Surely, they can’t be bad people if this is how they communicate. They must be close friends. Though, you still wondered how they had gotten the director to do all this. Maybe there was someone else doing all of this? You shook your head and typed a quick message back, so not to have them worry.

- I’ll take good care of him. That’s my job.

You really hoped Agust didn’t mind you messing with his phone. Though, you figured it was better to ask for forgiveness than permission in this scenario. There was no response which made you think that it was all he needed at the time. Gazing at the clock on the phone, you had wasted thirty minutes in the room so far. You thought of your backpack in the locker room a few floors down and some of your things at your stations that you could pass the time with. Since Agust was secure here, you thought it may be a good idea to gather some things to help you waste time until this RM shows up. It was unlikely that Agust was going to wake up yet, and you could be fast so he wouldn’t be alone for long. You slipped the phone back into your pocket and rose from the chair, heading for the door. You cast one more look at the still figure in the bed before dimming the lights and pulled the door shut behind you.

You set off at a brisk pace for the elevator and took it down a few levels to where the staff locker room was kept. You raced in, pulled your bag from your locker, and left before anyone noticed you. You were sure since the director had put the whole hospital on alert that everyone was making rounds to keep eyes everywhere. You hoped grabbing your stuff from your station was just as easy; you weren’t sure about how to explain why you had suddenly deserted your station. Amber wasn’t there but you could hear her and Jax talking loudly from a back room. You wanted to talk to your best friend, to help ease some nerves and have her tell you exactly what you needed to hear. But you didn’t want to wait around or take her away from her new workload. You pulled open the drawer where you kept some personal items, incase of slower work days, and shoved them into your bag. You froze when your fingers hit against something that you knew, instantly, should not be in your bag. Peering into the opening, your eyes locked onto a metallic, black, studded object that you had seen earlier that morning.

The gun Agust had placed in your hand.

How did that get in there? You didn’t remember grabbing it unless it had happened in the chaos of the EMTs and police rushing to assess the situation. Well, if you weren’t already anxious, this just made it worse. Let’s just add this to the ever-growing list of stupid things I’ve done today, you berated yourself. You brought a potentially loaded gun into a hospital. You needed to get back up to the room and get this out of your possession. Maybe when this RM got there, he could take it from you. You pulled the bag shut and slugged it over your shoulder, trying hard not to think about it.

You moved away from the desk and down the hall towards the elevator. But as you stepped into the silent hall with all the doors closed, one was not closed as it had been when you left; the room where Agust had been. And there was someone looking inside. There was a man, tall and stocky, and dressed in a simple navy uniform. He wasn’t a part of the hospital staff and you didn’t think he was there to clean the room with the lights still off. Trying to stay as unnoticed as you could, you took longer strides towards the end. As you passed behind him, you peered beyond him into the pitch blackness of the room to just make out another figure lurking there. He wasn’t dressed in the same way as the man in the door. He was in darker colors that you couldn’t make out and wore what looked like a fedora on his head. What caught your attention as you passed, was the small peek of icy, blue hairs that were just visible on the side. A deep grumble that sounded from the room made your breath catch in your throat, and made you stop in your tracks. It sounded so familiar to the sadistic voice from this morning. The man with the cane had gotten into the hospital?! How, they upped security measures, hadn’t they? Maybe it was your imagination playing with you with all the stress. Not wanting to stick around to figure out if you were right, you tried to get away before they had noticed you.

But, sadly, you weren’t that lucky.

“Excuse me, nurse. Perhaps you can help me.”

You felt your whole body stiffen as the voice was all to clearly the one that had stalked you from beyond the counter. The voice that dripped with crazed malice and venom as he called out for Agust, that had taunted and tried to lure him out. The voice that you were sure would haunt your dreams. It was the man with the cane, though he didn’t have it now. As you turned, he looked nothing like the half-crazed man yelling and destroying things around him. He looked almost normal, save for the fake smile he had plastered across his lips. He was no longer dressed in the light blue suit and fur coat you had caught a glimpse behind the counter, but in a simple dark blazer and trousers. The man who lingered in the doorway had come to stand next to him as they walked up to you, dressed in a police uniform. His uniform cap was pulled low to obscure his face, though you could see bruising and swelling through the shadows. Both of them gave a slight bow to you.

“Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Inspector Taop, this is officer Chen. We are here following up on a patient that was supposed to be brought here. I’ve been looking everywhere, but no one has an answer for me whether he is here or not. And I haven’t seen a single worker on this floor.”

He had never seen you at the scene so you knew he didn’t recognize you, or could see that you didn’t believe anything that was coming out of his mouth. That would help you, you decided. You took a deep breath and tried to hide the fear and nervousness. Just act normal. Try to stall until someone comes around.

“Sorry, officer, we’re a bit understaffed as it is. What can I help you with?”

“I’m looking for a patient that was brought here. Gunshot victim, a young man, brought in this morning?”

“Can you be a bit more specific? We are a hospital. Do you know how many young men we have come in here with some kind of bullet wound? I had six this month.”

You saw the smile slip and irritation rise in those cold eyes. He cleared his throat, trying to hold on to his polite composure. “This one would have come in this morning. There was a shooting downtown. He would have had multiple gunshot wounds. One nurse said he was brought in by ambulance this morning, but then another said that they found no record of him. And the last person I talked to sent me here. Please, this is very important.”

“Can I see your badge, sir?” He looked completely off guard by the question. You, also, seemed confused. It had just jumped out of your mouth before you realized it. But it seemed like the right thing to ask. You continued, “There’s been a threat made to the hospital, you see, and I need to make sure that everything is in order. I would get in trouble if I gave such information about any patient to an imposter.”

You could see the wheels in his head turning. But you didn’t expect him to nod his head, understandingly, and reach into his pocket to hand you a leather, bifold wallet. Was this psycho really a police officer? How could someone so vile be in law enforcement? You thought back to what little memories of your father that you had lingering in the back of your mind and couldn’t begin to imagine him doing anything like what this man had done, no matter how bad of a criminal they were. Before you could think, your body seemed to act on it’s own again and opened the wallet and your eyes started to dance across the metal shield. You weren’t entirely sure what you were looking for at first. Until your eyes caught it and something clicked in your mind. It was a fake, but an exceptionally good fake. Anyone else would have just taken it at face value but something in your mind flashed and screamed that this was a fake like the smile still on the ‘inspector’s’ face. In the reaches of your memory, you remembered running your fingers over your father’s badge, memorizing every detail. And you still did that when you were stressed out; you still had his badge and it was currently in the front pocket of your bag. And you seemed to recall your father teaching you how to identify a real badge from others.

A sudden anger took hold of you that seemed to spur on some brave part of you. You closed the wallet and handed it back to him, keeping your face neutral to hide that you were even more sure of his act. Maybe it was the dishonor to officers like your father, or that he was trying to get to the boy you had risked a lot to save. And your hard work was not going to waste. “I’m sorry officer. But like I said, we have a few patients that could fit your description. None on this floor at all. And if the other nurses said they have no record of him, I’m not sure what I can do for you. Besides that, if we did have a patient come in with multiple gunshot wounds, I imagine that they’d need extensive surgery and wouldn’t be conscious to answer any questions you could have. And with no guardian to act in their place until they are awake to consent to a line of questioning about a traumatic experience, I can’t let you go any further. You should know that, Officer.”

The smile was wiped from the man’s face. The uniformed man’s eyes got wide at your declaration and they shifted towards his leader in panic. Taop, or whatever his real name was, straightened up and took a step towards you. He towered over you and the energy radiating from him would have intimidated you into submission. Just like with your ex. But you needed to protect Agust. In any case, all you needed to do was scream and someone would be alerted. There wasn’t much this asshole could accomplish without being found out. But he continued to advance until he backed you up against the wall. Even still, you never broke eye contact with him.

“I don’t think you understand the situation of this, little girl,” he said, rage tittering on the edge of his voice. “There are some really dangerous people and it would be a shame if you got caught in the crossfires. It’s in your best interest to answer my questions and tell me what I need to know.”

“Then bring a warrant,” you challenged.

His hand collided with the wall next to your head, making you jump. His face was so close to yours now, and there was the crazed man you remembered from this morning. Your heart was in your ears. He, suddenly, took a deep inhale then another before tilting his head to the side. “What a brave little girl. Tell me, where were you this morning? Something tells me you may be exactly who I need to talk to.”

“Hey, back off her!”

Both you and the man turned to look down the hall towards the elevator towards the source of the deep voice that had interrupted the line of questioning. The doors of the elevator were opened and from them stepped a young man with platinum white hair. His eyes were haunting and strong, like a dragon woken from his peace. He was exceptionally tall, taking long strides towards the scene. You couldn’t help but let your eyes take in the man who was coming to your rescue. Dressed in a dark trouser and a white buttoned up shirt gave him a classic handsomeness, and a long black coat with a hood drawn up that accentuated his height. As he approached, he slid the hood down and swiped his hand up to push the stray white hairs from his face. If you weren’t terrified, you would have appreciated how handsome he was. You glanced back at the man caging you; his body tensed as the newcomer walked up but his face never showed.

He let out a sigh and a small smile reappeared, but it was not the same he had tried to charm you with. It was one of arrogance. “Ah, Mr. Kim,” the inspector said, not moving from his position, “how nice of you to drop in.”

“You’ve got some nerve,” the handsome newcomer said, his tone low and smooth.

“What for? Being too formal? Do you not like me using your surname? I’m not sure which name you prefer now; you change names so often, it’s hard to keep up after all this time.”

“You’re one to talk. What name are you going by now, officer? Here to investigate a fraud? Or are you here to put yourself into more trouble?”

“Such a negative attitude. Officer Chen and I are here on official business,” the detective flashed his badge at the so named Mr. Kim. “And this nice young lady was willing to help me out with some information. Isn’t that right, Little Girl?”

“It sure doesn’t look that way coming from the elevator. I think you need to take a step back,” Mr. Kim ordered with a strong but suggestive tone that made you question what kind of power someone as young looking as him could possess.

The fake detective made no sign that he was planning on heeding the newcomer’s words to move from your personal space. His eyes shifted from Mr. Kim back to you. His stare bore into you sharper than claws and made your breath catch. You weren’t sure if he was trying to scare you into agreeing with him or just threaten you. But Mr. Kim was having none of that; he gave the older man’s shoulder a hard shove and wedged himself in the space between you to keep you away from the other man. Mr. Kim reached a hand behind him and placed it on your arm, to keep you secure behind him and to give you some reassurance that he was not going to hurt you. You couldn’t help yourself, as you fisted your hands into the back of his coat and peered around his massive frame.

“You always have to play savior, don’t you Rapmon?” The way he had said the name made it seem like he was trying to strike a nerve in Mr. Kim. But the other man gave no sign that he was bothered. “You make it seem like I was doing something unseemly to her. You and your broken boy scouts always turn things difficult. Speaking of, where are the others? Maybe they could answer some questions for me. There’s one in particular I’m interested in seeing. I’m checking up on a victim from a shooting downtown. Just making sure he’s doing alright.”

“You’re really committed to this bit, aren’t you Choi? Oh, sorry- what name are you going by today? It’s so hard to keep track, isn’t that what you said?” Mr. Kim tilted his head to the side, eyes twinkling with a mischievous shine.

“What a nuisance you are. I’m just trying to get information to make sure things go well. Though come to think of it, your boys may not know much. Word was that the victim was all alone. Left all by themselves, bleeding and hurt in such a dangerous situation. What kind of friends would let someone knowingly go into that situation alone? Now, I’d really like to finish my conversation with the little lady, Rapmon.” When Choi, as you figured his name actually was, took a step towards you, Mr. Kim moved the both of you to keep you behind him and further away from the other. “Well, since you seem hellbent on keeping me from doing something so simple, I could always ask you. Though to be honest, your being here may have answered my questions.”

“My being here answers nothing,” Mr. Kim challenged. “Unlike you, I am here to do good for the community. And it’s a good thing I came by when I did. You’re already on thin ice after all the trouble you’ve caused. Imagine what would happen if you caused any problems while on Hallowed Ground. If you were to hurt anyone staying or working here, you would have more than my family looking for you. The rest of the Families would be looking to teach you a lesson. Imagine what most of them will think when they hear about the deceit you pulled this morning. After what I witnessed, you can be sure I’ll have eyes monitoring this place. You will not go against the Accords.”

“Don’t you lecture me about the Accords, you psycho. I’ve been around just as long as they have and lived them. I taught them to you.”

“And yet, you only follow them when they suit you. Just like your leader and his before him. But things are different now. They are gone, and your hold is slipping. I have enough pull now to ensure Accords are followed. And if you want to make a further spectacle of yourself, I’ll gladly show you I’m not that kid anymore that you ordered around. You saw what my boys can do when pushed. Try me.”

Choi started to laugh, eyes shining in disbelief at the younger bossing him around. As you peered around Mr. Kim’s frame, you saw him go to say something to officer Chen, but couldn’t form the word. He raised his hand towards the white-haired man, but let it drop with a growl. Whatever look was set upon the elder made him rethink his next move. He settled for raising his hands in a surrender and jerking his head towards his companion to tell him they were leaving. It surprised you that he was giving up so easily after how he had acted towards you. You weren’t sure what Mr. Kim meant by accords and families, but it was more than obvious that it meant something to them. Glancing up at your protector, his face remained locked in the same stern and serious mask he had when he had appeared. His eyes, perfectly lined and accentuated with makeup that only made him more intriguing, followed the pair as they turned down the hall.

But before they could get too far, Choi stopped. He turned enough to gaze at the two of you over his shoulder, the dark and manic gleam from that morning flashing like a warning sign. He chuckled before his teasing and taunting voice that had called out to Agust filled the hall like glass shattering. “Look at how far our little maniac has come. Really living up to the title of Mad Leader, aren’t you? He thinks he’s so big and strong that he can just order me around and act like a knight in shining armor to the weak. The Mad Leader’s trying so hard to put up a front, to hide who he is, to hide the other side of the looking glass. But lest he forget, I know things he wouldn’t want others to know. And I seem to recall,” Choi turned fully around and took a full stride back towards Mr. Kim, “you had an issue with places like this. You don’t enjoy being here. Are you falling down the rabbit hole? You even have an Alice this time it would seem. So tell me, Mad Leader, are the walls closing in on you yet? Are you feeling anxious?”

You could feel Mr. Kim tense up at the name ‘Mad Leader’ each time Choi said it. He took a deep breath, trying to ground himself. He gave you a polite push away from him before fixing Choi with a glare that made officer Chen startle. You could almost feel the air change as he stepped up to be nose to nose with the thug.

“Since you can’t seem to remember my name, asshole, let me spell it out for you. It’s RM, R to the M. And I’m a motherfucking monster. Keep pushing me. I dare you. You hurt one of my boys. You better pray that he makes it out of all this ok. Or you’ll see just how ‘mad’ I can get.”

Chen seemed to realize that something bad was building as he took hold of his superior and pulled him away from RM, newly identified. Choi kept the taunting smile spread across his lips as he allowed Chen to lead him away. Before he got too far, he looked over at you and gave a nod, “We’ll be in touch, Little Girl.” And then he disappeared from the floor, leaving you in the presence of RM. You can’t say you had expected this person to belong to the voice on the other end of the phone, but it would seem like that was the theme of the day. The tall man took a few deep breaths and ran his hand through his white hair before turning back to you. The serious mask he had worn had slipped away and was more approachable. He straightened his clothes before returning to your side.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” he said, “But he shouldn’t be back. He talks a good game but he knows when he’s out done. Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head. “I can’t believe he got in. The hospital is on lock down.”

“Well, he’s been around a while. He has his ways. Now that he’s gone, I was hoping you could help me. I’m looking for a nurse called Y/N.” You locked eyes with him and gave him a nod of affirmation. He gave you a smile, showing off a pair of dimples in his cheeks that made him much more innocent and sweeter than the man who had gone nose to nose with the monstrous thug. “That’s a coincidence. Nice to meet you. Can you show me where to go?”

“Prove that you’re who you say you are,” you said, taking a step away from him. Despite that you were sure he was the one you had talked to, it seemed like nothing was safe. He looked at you for a moment, before coming to a conclusion. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone before letting his finger glide across the screen. A moment later, Agust phone sounded off in your pocket. He glanced over at you with a bemused look as you pulled the phone out and saw the screen lit up with a notification.

- God of Destruction: It’s me.

“Sorry,” you said, feeling embarrassed by your sudden suspicion, “but after that guy flashed a fake police badge at me, I just wanted to be sure. Thank you for coming and for helping me. Are you Agust’s brother or a friend?”

RM’s eyes narrowed when he heard you say Agust and gave you a strange look. His eyes seemed to dance about you, as if he was trying to figure something out. But as quickly as it appeared, the look disappeared and he smiled again. “We usually call him Suga. Only people who don’t like him call him Agust. I don’t think he’d want you calling him that. Can we go see him now? We’ve been worried about him.” You nodded and motioned him to follow you back to the elevator. As you waited for the doors to reopen, he leaned over and whispered, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Hyung you had his phone.”

“What? Does he have some embarrassing things on here,” you joked.

“Maybe,” came the reply and heard RM chuckle as he allowed you to step into the elevator.

You hit the button for the floor that they moved Agu- Suga to, the doors slid shut, and the lift jolted to a start. As the sound of the mechanisms filled the space, you caught a glimpse of the tall man flinch. It seemed odd, seeing as he had just faced off against the most frightening person you had ever seen. The taunting words he had said to RM before leaving came to mind, about not liking it in a hospital. It wasn’t uncommon for people to have bad experiences related to hospitals, so you tried to brush it off. Once you had made it to the secure floor, you led him down the hall. You explained that the floor was only accessible to a few people and how they had followed the directions as specified to the director. The entire time, RM listened very intently, eyes never leaving you. He was the picture of professionalism and sincerity. You swiped the two of you into the ward, and he held the door open for you as you led him down the hall to the room. As you neared the room, you wondered if you were going to survive the present of two very handsome men. Hopefully, the rest of his friends that you heard over the phone were somewhat average.

As you both entered the room, RM came to a stop in the threshold of the door, his eyes staring at the bed. You could see the worry and panic that you had heard over the phone slip across his face. You reached out and touched his arm. He looked at you with an almost innocent gaze, like he was questioning if it was alright to get closer. You gave him a nod and he was beside his friend in a flash. He looked as if he was debating to reach out to Suga, as if he were made of glass, but settled for taking hold of his hand. RM let out a breath and looked relieved to have finally seen his friend. From your place at the edge of the room, you could see how much one meant to the other and all worries about them being as bad as Choi disappeared.

“Is he going to be ok? What did they do to him,” RM asked, never taking his eyes off his companion.

“Dr. Na took good care of him,” you said, reaching for the file at the end of the bed. “He was shot twice, once in the shoulder and on his left side. The gunshot wound on his side appeared to be at close range and the bullet went through. Thankfully, there wasn’t much damage done. The bullet was lodged in his shoulder, but Dr. Na was able to remove it and mend up some of the damage. We’ll know more when he wakes up, but he should have full range of motion after some rest. He, also, has some bruised ribs and a slight concussion. Along with bruising and defensive wounds pretty much everywhere. He, also, lost a lot of blood. He’s in the middle of a transfusion now. But he is responding well to everything and we believe he should be waking up soon. With enough care, patience, and support, he should make a full recovery in no time. Which is amazing; when I found him, I was worried with how much blood he had lost that he may have had a harder road to recovery.”

RM flicked his eyes over to you. “You found him?”

“They must not have told you. I was on my way to work when I heard the gunshots. I was the first to find him and get him to safety.”

RM looked like he wanted to ask more questions, when a soft groan came from the bed and drew the attention. Suga took in a deep breath and his body shifted as if fighting to wake and identify the voices. After a tense moment, his body relaxed and his eyes opened slightly. From the edge of the bed, you could see the glazed and shiny effects of the medication still trying to hold him in the state of unconsciousness, and realized he may not fully be aware of what is happening. But you were sure the presence of RM had drawn him out enough to give them a sign that he was okay. RM called out to his hyung softly, drawing Suga’s attention as he gazed about the room.

“Hyung, hey, can you hear me?”

Suga’s eyes fully landed on RM. It seemed as if he was fighting his way to recognition before he gave a small, drugged smile back. “Joon,” his voice sounded exhausted and stained.

RM laughed. “Yeah, Hyung, it’s me. You’re gonna be okay. You’re safe.”

“Joonie, I think I’m dead. I saw an angel.”

The whitehaired man reached out and ran his fingers, gently, through his friend’s hair. “No, Hyung, you’re only tired. That bastard messed you up but you’re gonna be alright now. Why don’t you go back to sleep? The boys and I will be here when you wake up.”

“Oh,” Suga said, almost sounding disappointed as the drugs started to drag him back to oblivion, “too bad. It was a pretty angel. Prettier than Jiminie and Hyungie combined. But don’t tell them I said that.” And just as fast as he woke, Suga went silent and still again.

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General #7

Hiiii! Okay, well I bet you thought I forgot about this! Or, more than likely, you forgot you even requested this back in Decemeber. But never fear, my child. I remembered and have been thinking of this fic and what to write for months.

And so I’m so sorry, I’m a total perfectionist and I started and discared like 3 ideas for this before deciding on this oneshot sooo if this sucks, I’m at least comforted by the fact that I accomplished something in writing this itself? That sentence made zero sense but... I’m tired 🤷🏼‍♀️😅.

Prompt : General # 7 :

“Is that blood?”

“Yes but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-”

“You are literally bleeding.”

Anyways, thank you for the prompt and here we go!

Whispers Of Light

I don't know exactly how I got roped into this. How exactly Delly Cartwright, Peeta's best friend—and alright, my friend now too—managed to convince me to help her and Leevy and about three dozen other members of the community with sorting boxes.

Sorting boxes. Organizing contents. Decorating with "found treasures".

The type of activities Prim loved doing with our mother. The type of activities I refused to do after my father died, to punish my mother for her depression.

The type of activities I now kick myself for walking out on, that I'll never be able to take back. I'll never be able to get those moments back with my sister. I'll never know what those hours between her and our mother entailed, because I chose to exclude myself, just so I could hold onto my petty anger for something that was out of all our control.

Maybe that's why I agreed to help Delly and the others with sorting through boxes upon boxes of debrief, of the items that scarcely survived Twelve's bombing almost two years ago. Maybe I only agreed out of guilt, both for never doing this type of endeavor with my sister and for being the direct cause of the bombing itself.

But whatever my reasons were, I agreed to help nonetheless, and I always follow through my promises. If there was one part of me forged in the war, if only one minor aspect of me was amplified in the smoke and haze and blood of revolution, it was the importance of keeping your promises, against all odds.

The dire consequences of a broken promise has long lasting aftereffects, beyond anything either Haymitch or I wish to dwell on.

"Katniss!" Delly calls, holding up an old, half-ripped paper book that is completely void of a front cover. "Look! I think this book is from the old Apothecary Shop!"

I squint at the dusty, decimated item, not entirely convinced. "I don't think so?" I murmur, unable to even decipher the words on the now melted, conjoined pages. "I'm pretty sure my mother kept the only apothecary book in her family?"

Kanon Bagley turns to inspect the battered item in his girlfriend's hands as well. "I don't think this is a medicinal plant book, Dells," he says sheepishly, a small smirk playing on his lips.

She gives him an incredulous look. "What do you mean medicinal?"

I peer up at him too, not comprehending his meaning any more than Delly. "What kind of plants do you think are in here?" I ask, taking the nearly destroyed object myself and flipping through the worn pages again, seeing odd herbs that neither of my parents ever mentioned or had on hand. "These don't look like the poisonous ones my father told me about?"

Kanon bites back a laugh now and I can't help feeling a little perturbed. As kind and soft-spoken as he usually is, I'm foreign to the feeling of him laughing at me. "What?" Delly snaps at him before I even can.

He still chuckles though, in spite of both our nasty glares. "You guys, it's a book of plants that'll get you high."

It takes a full minute for the meaning to dawn on me. Long enough that Leevy and a couple guys I used to go to school with come over to inspect the book as well. Long enough that they confirm Kanon's assessment just as I realize we're talking about plants that'll make you feel akin to how the morphling made me feel while confined for I killing Coin.

While everyone else snickers—and Delly full on chortles—I pass the book back to Kanon, sliding out of the crowd and moving towards a brand new box of savaged items.

It's not that the mention of plant-based drugs is a trigger for me. It's not something I ever truly gave any thought to before, to be honest. My father likely knew of them but it's not like he was about to bestow that kind of knowledge on his eleven-year-old and my mother perhaps felt it was inappropriate to mention.

No, it wasn't the subject in itself that hit a sore spot for me. But like so many times before, it's where the subject led my mind. It's where the topic took me back to.

Snow's Execution Day. The day I chose to kill President Coin instead. Being thrown back into my old tribute room. Getting high on the morphling.

Trying to forget all that I'd lost. Trying to forget my little sister becoming a human torch before my very eyes. My district engulfed in flames. The ambiguous loss of my best friend.

The connection between me and Peeta that I believed then would be permanently severed. That I believed then to be irreparable.

I suppose I believed then I was irreparable too.

And I miss Peeta suddenly, even more than I already did. Because he always knows what to say when my thoughts turn dark, when I'm suddenly triggered out of the happy, every day events and suctioned backwards to a war torn bird with her wings clipped.

But he's not here to talk me down or scare away the ghosts haunting my mind. He's not here to comfort me or even shoot me a supportive glance. No, he's at his very busy business today.

Peeta's bakery—the Mellark Bakery—has only proven to withstand the test of time these past few months. Since someone accidentally burned down the place, with nothing more than a croissant and a fancy Capitol toaster, the rebuilt bakery has been nothing but a success.

And also extremely time-consuming, I grumble internally, as I begin to pull out stuffed toys that once belonged to dead children.

"If any of those are still intact, we can donate them to the community home," Leaf John says as he opens the box across from me.

"And what exactly are we supposed to be use as decorations from these boxes?" I murmur, peering into another cardboard container, full of half-charred papers and cloths.

The general idea of today, as Delly had pitched it to me last week, was to help the community of Twelve finally sort through these boxes, donate what we could to those in need and decorate the new Justice Building with the leftover contents inside.

Somehow though I can't imagine pinning up terrible drawings of plants that'll inebriate you or headless teddy bears is going to bode well with the district.

Delly rolls her eyes in my direction—a whole new kind of response that I never thought I'd be receiving from the girl who skipped through the town square until she was fourteen years old—before nodding towards boxes on top of the ladder. "We're decorating the Justice Building with the surviving photos from those boxes, Katniss."

"Oh." Then why am I sorting these grimy, dirt-covered playthings? Why didn't anyone give me more clear instructions on today?

And why has it taken almost two years for Twelve to get a group of people together to organize the surviving items from the bombing?

I have no idea how Peeta's managed to get two bakeries built in the time it's taken for thirty-eight of us to come to the Justice Building and look through fifty cardboard boxes. And if I'm being honest, I have no idea why I'm even still here helping. I'm clearly not contributing much to the event. There's definitely more than enough volunteers without me.

And, of course, I could be at the bakery right now. Without a doubt, I'd be of more service there than I am here, digging through dusty knickknacks. I could be helping Peeta and Thom and the other part-time employees, exerting more knowledge and authority than I have here.

After all, Peeta did say the bakery was partially mine. In his mind, at least.

The ulterior motive of getting small, fleeting moments with my boyfriend, of basking in the feeling of safety with him beside me, of the occasional stolen kiss or hand squeeze when no one is looking, runs through the back of my mind.

And sways my decision immensely.

I open my mouth to tell Delly and the others that I'm about to head out, that they clearly have it covered here and I'm just in the way, when at the worst possible second, Leevy kindly murmurs, "Katniss, do you mind starting on the box on the ladder? Seeing if any of the pictures are in decent enough shape?"

I hesitate for a long moment, realizing immediately my predicament. It'd be rude to leave right after someone just essentially assigned me a task. I did agree to be here today, to help out with this tedious project. Leaving right now would only come off as rude and inconsiderate.

This is the reason I never did enjoy group assignments in school. The longer I'm here, the more I'm rediscovering this fact about myself. The division of the workload, the bore of the standing around, not knowing if you're doing the right or wrong thing, the lack of total control.

But I still nod after waiting a beat too long and agree with the nicest flare in my tone I can manage.

I'll go through the one box at the top of the ladder and then subtly make my exit afterwards. The image I unintentionally conjured up of Peeta and the bakery is still pulling at me, making me anxious to get back to him, to see him again even though we were together only three hours ago.

Since we officially became a couple a few months back—though Haymitch scoffs at that notion, claiming we've been together since Peeta first started sleeping over in my bed—I've found myself growing far more clingy to him than I ever could have anticipated. I hate when he leaves for the bakery in the mornings now, even as I still revel in the solace I find inside the woods. I look forward to his return home every night. More than even look forward to it, I'm usually at the bakery around the closing hours, helping him clean and inventory, asking him when he's coming home. Maybe looking somewhat unconsciously flirtatious as I say it.

I grab the box sitting on the ladder's top stair and pull it open, easily maintaining my balance one rung down, the same way I maintain my balance on a tree branch while hunting.

Inside pours out a plethora of photographs, mostly of Twelve's now past citizens. Near the top of the pile I see images of Greasy Sae's daughter, Dolly. The mother of her granddaughter. The daughter who died of croup a few years before the war.

Those photos must belong to Sae, I realize. Which means more of her items are probably scattered throughout the boxes here. And despite the fact that I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that she'll tell me not of be impractical, that if she's made it two years without these things she doesn't need them now, I still make a mental note to return her lost items. If nothing else, I make a mental promise to give back to her the photos of her daughter.

I know better than anyone what kind of comfort photographs of the deceased can provide.

As if in line with my thoughts, as if I alone manifested it somehow, the next image that catches my eye is one I entirely do not anticipate.

It's a shiny photo, on the kind of glossy paper my family could never afford. In the image is a blonde man with broad shoulders and a tall build. Wrapped in his embrace stands a petite girl, with long blonde curls and mascara accentuating her already long lashes. The couple both have eyes that match the color of the sky and are dressed up in some of the nicest clothes in all of Twelve. A white dress with lace. A gray suit with a black vest. The pretty girl wears jewelry and lipstick and there's a familiar glint in the male's eyes and I find myself mesmerized.

And I can't pretend I don't see my boyfriend in both of their faces. I can't pretend Peeta isn't the spitting image of both his parents.

He has his mother's smile, I realize with startling assurance. I never saw the witch smile personally, at any point in my life so I suppose I wouldn't know where he got his charming, sweet grin from.

The mannerism looks so out of place on his mother. The kind smile Peeta has, the one that could light up a blackened sky, doesn't bode with the woman in the picture, even on her wedding day. The charming smile doesn't fit with what I know of the woman's character. With what little about her Peeta chooses to share.

But I'm even more surprised to find how much Peeta has come to resemble his father. How much Peeta has grown to favor the now deceased man.

The last time I saw the baker—the original baker, that is. Haidon Mellark—before the Quarter Quell, I resented the fact that Peeta wasn't as tall or as broad as his father. I privately believed if he'd inherited those traits, he'd be even more likely to win the games again and I could worry about him less.

Peeta was always taller than me and was always remarkably strong, after working in the bakery since childhood. But his father was a whole different level. Haidon Mellark, I'd forgotten until now, had a body that could only rival my own father's.

And as it turns out, Peeta did inherit Haidon's physicality. He just also happened to be a late bloomer. Like his mother, I imagine, staring at her tiny frame in the picture.

The change in Peeta's form occurred so gradually I barely even noticed until a couple months ago, when I woke up with my head against his heart and abruptly realized just how broad he had become. Until I couldn't even reach to kiss his jaw on my tip toe. Until he started laughing at me and had to lift me up in order to properly embrace the way I like.

"Katniss?" I hear Delly beckon, trying to bring me back to reality. Trying and failing, that is. I hear her but only in a vague, distant sense. My mind is still stuck on the image in my grasp. Still stuck on the novelty that I managed to find a remembrance for the boy who still at times questions if his memory is full of lies.

"I still cry about my family and somedays I can't even remember their faces."

I never even considered the possibility of finding a token of Peeta's departed family here. It never occurred to me, the potential finds in this box at my fingertips, that I could take home to my boyfriend. I never imagined finding him something to hold onto when the inevitable dark day came again like a storm cloud, full of thunder.

I'm so entranced what this could mean for Peeta, so lost in my own little world, that I'm barely even hanging onto the ladder. I'm definitely not as steady as I should be, standing near the top rung.

And I'm definitely not steady enough to hang on when Delly gives it a rough shake, trying to catch my attention.

The boxes break my fall. Sort of. Kanon and Leaf John had taken the liberty of placing the empty cardboard, already looked through and emptied, beneath the ladder.

Falling headfirst into a large, void box is better than falling plainly onto the filthy, concrete tile floor. But not ideal. Not as helpful as falling into a box of surviving clothes or toys would have been.

Delly apologized profusely for shaking the ladder. She'd even begun to cry when she noticed the blood seeping from my forehead.

Thankfully Kanon was there, as I didn't have the energy to console her much. I don't even know how I managed to cut my head at all, but it stung a fair amount and it provided me the excuse I wanted minutes prior, to escape the group project and head for the bakery.

Even after the fall, my mind still was cemented on the newfound treasure. My first instinct was still to show this memento to Peeta as soon as possible.

Kanon though, like a good friend, insisted on walking me home, despite my many protests that it was unnecessary, that I was just fine, that I could walk home blind if I had to. He insisted, foiling my intention to walk directly to the bakery and not wait for Peeta's return home, which still remained hours away.

Kanon was surprisingly stubborn when he felt strongly about something and I chose to relent, to give in and allow him to accompany me back to what used to be Victor's Village—where he now resided with Delly, inside Peeta's old home—without much fight.

Fighting for your independence and autonomy doesn't exactly present you as rational when there's a bloody gash in your forehead.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Kanon asks as we make out way up my porch.

I look up, maybe a little startled, from Mr. and Mrs. Mellark's wedding photo. "My head?"

"Yeah," he says carefully, looking at the blood like it's a mutt in an arena.

I shrug, doing my best not to indicate how dizzy I actually feel. Either from the fall or the blood still dripping out despite my attempt to plug the wound up with old cotton rags someone sorted into the trash box. "I've had worse."

He chuckles, a little sardonically. "Yeah, so have I."

I thank him for walking me home—for it was as inconvenient as it was sweet—and close the door slowly behind me, before leaning my ear against the wooden frame, waiting. Waiting for him to climb the steps down from my porch and make his way back to the Justice Building. Waiting for him to be far enough out of sight that I can sneak back out without him also trying to accompany me to the bakery.

It's not that I don't appreciate Kanon and Delly and all of my other friends' concerns. It's the fact that I wish to bestow a likely loaded item upon my boyfriend and I really don't need an audience to do it.

It's not the easiest feat, to slyly time it so Kanon won't hear me opening and shutting my front door again. And it's probably not my smartest plan, to walk alone along the rocky cobblestones and the uneven concrete, with a less than level head and body.

But I make it to the back door of the bakery still, just as I knew I would. It takes three times as long, but I make it there nonetheless.

Still clutching the photograph of his parents between my fingers too. Still with the same primary focus on my mind. To give him a token of remembrance, a token of the imperfect family he lost so tragically, that he still greatly missed, even when he can't say their names. Even when he can't conjure up their faces.

"You don't remember your family?"

"Sometimes I do... I'm not so sure other days. My memory isn't exactly top notch, if you know what I mean."

I push open the heavy-weighted back door, using all the energy my body can muster up. To my relief, Thom is already in the back room, sweeping flour off the floor.

"Hi, boss," he greets slyly as I walk in, barely glancing up at me. I shoot him an over-the-top eye roll, though I can't help smirking myself at the stupid nickname, when he beckons Peeta. "Hey, your girl is here!" He yells loudly. Too loudly to be packed with customers at the counter.

I take that to mean the daily rush has come and gone. Which would be very convenient, as it means I can present Peeta with my finding that much faster, without having to worry about his business—or our business, as he teasingly calls it—being held up.

I hear the sound of my boyfriend's quiet laughter from the front. The sound that I akin to my father's singing or my sister's squeal of delight. The last sound still alive that can make my heart do a flip.

But it dies out the second he peaks his blonde head into the back room. The moment his baby blues, the same color as both his parents', meet my silver ones and then trail upwards.

Almost as if remembering the gash in my head, I reach to my forehead, to ensure the makeshift cloth bandage is still in place.

"Katniss?" Peeta says, his eyes looking far more nervous than I anticipated. Which I can only take to mean the red liquid has seeped through the plain fabric. "Is that blood?"

I don't want him to focus too heavily on that fact though. Like I told Kanon, I've had much worse injuries in my life. Me and Peeta both have.

Just look at his prosthetic leg.

"Yes," I reply easily, before moving closer to him, pushing the glossy photograph towards him. "But that doesn't matter right now. What does matter is-"

"You are literally bleeding."

I sigh, feeling slightly perturbed now. "Peeta, look," I insist, thrusting the image of his parents towards him, waiting for it to take anchor.

And it does. It takes a beat longer than I expect, but it happens nonetheless. I watch silently as the image captives him, as the shiny photograph takes him back to a time when this exact location was the only home he'd ever known and this business was run by the two people inside the picture.

He touches the photo, as if to test it's realism, before looking up at me in disbelief. "Where did you find this?"

"The Justice Building today. Inside the boxes, with all the things lost in the bombing."

There's a long pause as Peeta process this. The silence makes me antsy, finding myself abruptly uncertain of what could be going through his mind.

Finally, he whispers softly, "I never thought I'd see this picture again."

And the awed, tender smile that spreads across his face swiftly encompasses me in its warmth.

And I suddenly don't even feel the gash in my head anymore.

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