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criminalamnesia · 2 months
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ok this is the end of the little tolerate it series— BUT I’m writing two different endings!! so here’s ending 1 :)
part one here and part two here
ending version 2 here
when he saw you that day on the street and tried to stop you, you had kept walking. hadn’t even turned your head, as if you knew it was him speaking.
of course you’d known it was him. he couldn’t blame you for ignoring him, honestly— he had been awful to you. he fully recognized that now, after years of being alone and mandated therapy and an honorable discharge.
he recognized how he let the one good thing in his life slip through his fingers, all because he was too damn wrapped up in himself. but he had a right to be.
he had a right to not want to celebrate coming home. had a right to want peace and quiet once escaping from the sounds of war and death. he just should’ve communicated that with you instead of pulling away.
he’s grown. he understands now. and he knows you don’t owe him anything— hell, he wouldn’t be surprised if you slapped him across the face for this, but he needed to try.
he knew it was selfish of him. you’d moved on, surely. years had passed and you’d grown. he’s sure that naivety he once found charming is long gone, most likely from his doing.
he takes a deep breath, fist raised to knock on the door to your house. it’s small and quaint. something he definitely could’ve seen you picking out when the two of you had still been together. maybe not all of you had changed.
he’d gotten the address through Laswell as a parting gift. and he didn’t know why it was the one thing that came to mind— but it was, and now he’s here. standing on your porch with his fist in the air like a fucking creep.
he pushes out an exhale and knocks. all is silent inside the house, and he knocks again, the second one easier than the first.
“coming!” he hears you call from inside. he steels himself. readies himself for attack, for battle. it was something he couldn’t quite shake, even if he’d been retired for a year now. those instincts really never leave you.
the door swings open, and the smile you were sporting instantly drops.
“what are you doing here?” there’s venom in your tone. he doesn’t shy away.
“love—” he begins, but you scoff and start to shut the door.
“actually, I don’t want to know. get off my porch before I call the cops—”
before the door can click shut, he reaches a hand out and blocks you from fully shutting it. you look down at his hand, bewildered.
“move your hand.” you speak through gritted teeth. he stands his ground.
“love,” he starts again, pushing the words out quickly to avoid getting cut off again. “y’don’t owe me anythin’ and I know that. but can I at least apologize? please?”
you stare at him. he keeps his hand in the door, watching your face intently. he can’t tell what’s going on behind your eyes.
you take a beat. two. three. then you shut your eyes tightly as you inhale, open them as you release the breath, and open the door wider.
“you’ve got five minutes to speak your piece, and I hope you know I’m doing this for you, not me. I got over you a long time ago, and because I see myself as a halfway decent person, I’m going to let you do this. then you can leave and never come back. understand?”
he gives a small nod. “understood.”
you step aside and he enters your house, eyes already scanning his surroundings. it’s cute and airy, comfortable and full of you.
pictures of you and friends on the walls. lamps that look a hundred years old on end tables. big windows letting the sun shine in and onto a plethora of plants. colorful artwork and pillows and fabrics. it’s a house full of you, of life, and he finds himself envying it.
he doesn’t know why. maybe because it’s something so normal, and something he’s never experienced. he didn’t get that before he left home, and he certainly didn’t get it in the military. he still doesn’t have it now. he’s still struggling to figure out who he is without a gun in his hand.
“nice place,” he says, and he means it.
you roll your eyes as you walk towards the blue, comfortable looking couch situated to the right. he follows dutifully.
you gesture towards the couch, and he takes the hint. he sits down, sinking into the cushion, and watches as you move to stand across from him. he knows you’re putting distance between the two of you. he doesn’t blame you.
you were never the problem.
he was.
“five minutes, starting now. best believe I’m timing your ass,” you mutter out, pulling your phone from your pocket and tapping the screen. setting a timer, most likely.
best to get on with it, then.
“I owe you an apology, and I ‘ave since y’left. before tha’, actually. I was an ass, and I know tha’ now. you had every right to leave, and you have every right to hate me—”
you gave a mirthless, hollow laugh and crossed your arms over your chest. you were putting up your walls, protecting yourself.
“you put me in therapy, did you know that? years of it. broke me down and crushed me into tiny pieces. made me think I was the problem, that I deserved to be treated that way. ruined my trust and my confidence.”
your tone was bitter. your nails dug into the skin of your arms.
“you were never the problem,” he says, his words firm. he stand then, hands hanging loosely at his sides. “I was. I know tha’ now. I pulled away when I should’ve communicated, or hell— broke things off sooner.”
“so that’s why you’re here then? to tell me you wished you would’ve broken up with me before I broke up with you?”
god, that was not what he meant, and he struggled to find the way to put his thoughts into words.
“no, f’course not, love. I’m tryin’ to say I strung y’along, made things worse, and—”
“and what?” you interrupted.
“an’ im sorry, love. I know it probably doesn’t mean anythin’ anymore. but i am. deeply.”
you didn’t speak for a minute. your eyes studied his face. he knew you were probably taking in the obvious signs of age, of battles he came back from when you were no longer there.
“you going on a suicide mission? is that why you’re here? making amends before you die so you can face the afterlife with a clear conscience?”
he shook his head, taking a small step forward. “no. I— I was discharged. a bit ago, actually.”
“congrats,” you deadpanned.
“tha’s not tha’ point,” he sighed. “they made me go to therapy for a while. unpack all tha’ shit they put me through. and the shrink brought up you once, and it got me thinkin’—”
“so you’re here because your shrink told you to say sorry?”
“bloody hell, love, let me finish,” exasperation was clear in his tone, but he tried to reel it in. he reminded himself that you didn’t owe him shit. you could kick him out right now. he was here because of your allowance, and the second you stopped tolerating him, he’d be back on the porch.
you raised your eyebrows but kept your mouth clamped shut.
“I was an ass when I was with you, and tha’s on me, not you. I was dealin’ with my own shit, and havin’ you celebrate me and boastin’ about my bravery and shit— it didn’t— I couldn’t stand it. you don’t understand, love, and you never will— and tha’s not your fault. s’mine, and I’m still comin’ to terms with all tha’ shit. and I should’ve communicated tha’ with you instead of pullin’ away.”
silence filled the air between the two of you. he could hear the tick of a clock nearby. two ticks. three ticks. four. five.
“what do you want from me, then?” you spoke, and your voice was soft. he could hear the tremble in it— that old you slipping back in, and god he wanted to hold you.
he remembered loving you. he still knew what that felt like, even if was so long ago. and that love was creeping back in, that need to protect you coming back like a tidal wave.
“nothin’.” he said.
“nothing.” you repeated. he nodded.
the timer on your phone went off. five minutes, on the dot.
you clicked it off and looked at him. he was already moving towards the door.
“wait—” you called out to him, and as he turned back to face you, he could tell you hadn’t meant to. it had slipped out subconsciously, and he could see you fighting yourself on what your next words would be.
“I— I don’t forgive you,” you told him. “I don’t know if I ever will. but I— you don’t deserve to be alone. not after all you’ve done.”
he looked at you, the fingers of his hands twitching as he waited for you to speak again.
you took a deep breath and turned your attention to your feet. “I’m here. if you need someone to talk to about whatever. um— I—”
“it’s alrigh’, love. y’dont have to say anythin’ you don’t mean.”
you shook your head. “I do mean it. I admired you when we were together, y’know? you were everything to me— and that’s not something that ever fully goes away. I kinda hate you for everything you did,” you gave a small laugh. “but I don’t want you to suffer, okay? maybe we can— can get coffee or something next week. yeah?”
your eyes were glassy. he resisted the urge to reach for you. he was a protector, it was in his nature. he’d been too wound up in himself back then to realize that the trait he’d showcased on the battlefield should’ve applied to his home life, too. applied to his relationship. to you.
“yeah.” he nodded, his voice soft. he gave you a small smile. “tha’ would be nice.”
you nodded. he looked at you for a moment longer, taking in everything that had changed. but there was still the hint of that naive, youthful you, and that made him smile a little wider.
he turned and walked out the door.
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author’s note:
muahahahaha ambiguous ending. do they get back together?? no?? do they ever get coffee?? it’s up to you!
this is ending one, keep a look out for ending 2 :)
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norrisleclercf1 · 3 months
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Would you be open to writing a mash up of streetracer!lando and mafia!lando? Maybe something where they met when he was street racing and he’s tried to keep her out of the mafia but she’s getting suspicious and he doesn’t want to lose her?? I love all your work!!
A/N: I know you sent this such a long time ago and I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it
Lando knew it was dangerous, keeping this 3rd side of him hidden. You never questioned how he or the boys had the money to own these cars, go to university without working. You had questions but you couldn't ask them.
You both started dating after you caught him running from the cops with Max and Carlos in the back of his car, but ever since then you've fallen more for each other with each passing day.
You knew something else was going on, with him having 2 phones, sometimes leaving in the middle of the night even after he's street raced. Something wasn't right, and the worst thought that came to your mind was that he was cheating.
Walking up to the house you knock, feeling sick to your stomach with the idea that the love of your life was cheating on you. "Is he cheating on me?" You blurt, not even caring who answered the door. "Well good morning to you too." Looking up you see Carlos there, shirtless and holding his tooth brush.
Moving you shove past him as he closes the door and goes back to brushing his teeth. "Where's Lando?" Carlos freezes, eyes going wide before narrowing slightly. "He's out," "At 8am in the morning? Please Carlos, we both know he sleeps in late after being out racing all night." You scuff at the insult of Carlos lying to you.
Carlos spits into the kitchen sink and turns around. "Y/n, really he's out." Carlos groans running a hand through his hair. "So, I can go into his room." You point down the hall and move towards it and hear Carlos growl as you rush to Lando's room and throw the door open. You freeze seeing Lando in the bedroom.
Counting cash
A lot of cash
With a gun
A shit ton of cash and a gun
"Lando?" Lando looks up, eyes growing wide filled with fear and shock. "Y/n, I can," "No," You slam the door close and move past Carlos and rush out of the house and running back to your home.
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"Y/n! Baby, please open the door!" Lando knocked on the door, has been for the past hour. "Y/n, please." Lando's voice breaks as he tries to get you to come to the door and talk to him.
"Y/n, it's true okay, it's all true. Max, he, fuck he runs this buisness and yeah maybe it's called the Mafia! But, but I was trying protect you. All I do is to protect you, don't, don't end this without facing me." He pleads, and you can hear the tears clogging his throat.
Moving you throw the door open, both your faces marked with blotchy skin and tear stained eyes. "I thought you were cheating on me, and a part of me is relieved but another part wishes you were cheating on me." You snap and Lando sniffles and wipes his eyes.
"My world is dangerous and hard. If people found out, the wrong people would be after you and I can't live with myself if that happened." Lando whispers, furiously wiping his tears.
"I need you to leave, please leave." You try to close the door but he stops it with his foot. "You are the love of my life, I'm not letting you go that easily. I'm coming back, Y/n. And I'll always come back, just know I'll be here for you. I'll, I love you." You swallow and close the door as you slide down it, the both of you crying.
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willownwisp · 2 months
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ree's leon valentine's day advent <3
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hi everyone. <3 as the leon kennedy fluff truther, i'm making an advent for valentine's day because pookie deserves so much love! everyday, i'll be posting a fic ranging from nsfw/sfw fluff for babu leon, i'll be putting out the scenarios and snippets below if y'all are interested. author's note: i've been meaning to put this out like a week ago when i finally figured out the problem w my account as to why tumblr wasn't letting me reply to comments :( but sadly, college got me so head empty. anyway, i've already got 2 days worth of fics already finished so i hope y'all can give me a read. <3
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FEBRUARY 8 𖹭 nice legs, daisy dukes. (vendetta!leon x fem!reader) Leon feels like a creep, fuck that. He definitely looks like a creep. Thirty-six year old in all of his 5'11 glory standing outside his girlfriend's college leant against his Ducati like a dick, carrying a box of those, instagrammable pastries you always like to look at. It doesn't hurt to be sweet. Not when you walk — run, at the sight of him in your preppy mini dress, highlighting those long, long legs. Nothing is sweeter, especially when it's wrapped around him.
FEBRUARY 9 𖹭 starry skies, blue eyes. (re4r!leon x fem!reader) Stars dot stygian skies, the night is young, the moon is high. Leon's heart soars with your every laughter. The way your eyes close and your nose scrunches. God he was so in love with you, he could forgive the fact that the tent should have been up hours ago before night. You swear you remember your knots from your wide-eyed Girl Scout days, and he swears these silly moments with you are what makes life bearable.
FEBRUARY 10 𖹭 cold woes. (re4r!leon x fem!reader) Leon S. Kennedy. The apple of his instructors' eyes (and yours), he's a top graduate in the Police Academy for fuck's sake. He's decimated hordes of zombies in his first day as a rookie cop. Endured military training in the middle of nowhere, he's saved the President's daughter. He doesn't get sick. Only that he does catch a cold at the expense of prioritizing you, his clumsy girlfriend, who forgot to wear a jacket on a camping trip, offering his warm clothes to you. He doesn't regret it, he likes taking care of you, but there's something adorable about your sheepish apologies as you wait on him. He could get used to being babied. FEBRUARY 11 𖹭 love on me. (di!leon x fem!reader) As much as Leon loves the sun, the beaches, the tropics. Oh what he would give to become a beach bum in his next life instead of being smacked by bioweapons day in, night out, and being a good bitch to good ol' U.S of A. Unfortunately, after the events of Alcatraz, maybe he's had enough of the sea for now. He gives himself a pat on the back, takes out a chunk of his savings to go to Japan because you've been eyeing it. You said you were interested in the food, culture, and sights. So why in the world were you dragging him to a love hotel? FEBRUARY 12 𖹭 fill up your cup. (re6!leon x fem!reader) He feels himself spiraling recently, turning to the bottle because a glass is never troubled by his woes. He breaks them of course, can't help it, seems like his life is doomed to him breaking in the end. Fragments of glass scatters on the floor, vodka spills on the floor splashes it around like his grief because his body can only take so much. You arrive as he tries to pick them up, attempts to pick himself up. You whisper assurance, he doesn't deserve it. The way you look at him ardently, the gentleness that is your existence. You empty out his pain, and fill it with love. FEBRUARY 13 𖹭 the thrill, the love. (damnation!leon x fem!reader) He wills his old Yamaha to go faster. Your dainty arms clinging to him, the softness of your touch as his speed breaks the sound barrier. What started as mere curiosity turns into rituals. Secrets that only the both of you know. He knocks on your door at midnight, drives you around town. He scolds you every time your arm breaks free, throwing them to the wind. You don't care, you love the thrill, you love him. Leon admits that there is something alluring to the thrill of the chase. Perhaps that's why he's spent his years chasing Ada, but with you it was different. FEBRUARY 14 𖹭 kiss it better. (di!leon x fem!reader) Leon is a man full of stories, his pain, his peace, his fears, his needs. There is more to him than just being a formidable weapon against bioterrorism. He never was a weapon, just a flesh and blood human, and in his mortality there are scars. Deep within him, and littered in his skin. You kiss the faded slash on his hand, he tells you how he'd got it from when Ashley Graham had tried to stab him under the influence of the plaga. You kiss it again, and what he doesn't tell you is the wave of warmth that washes his entire being, it tugs on his very soul. You kiss the scars because it's there, because it's him, and in his reverie, he thinks you truly are his person.
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covetyou · 4 months
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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: ball fucking, ball sucking, balls, wall to wall all ball, BIV (ball in vagina), sex toys (the balldo [link to website] is real and it has haunted my dreams for 6 months - pic in this ask), there's some PIV too I guess. word count: too many and they're all balls 4.4k summary: Santa Joel fucks you with his balls. That's it.
A/N: I am NOT sorry. Not now, not ever. And, yes, I watched the instructional video on how to put it on, purely for Research Purposes. We don't talk about how long I've spent thinking about balls.
Happy Ball-idays, don't say I never got you anythin' nice.
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Santa Joel-y, slip your ballsack right into me, oh gee.
I've been a fuckin' good girl,
Santa Joel-y, so stuff 'em up my chimney tonight.
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It was your first Christmas in Texas and your first Christmas in a place that felt unseasonably warm for the time of year. That's what you tell yourself every night as you strip off completely before slinking into bed, at least.
Except, this night is different.
It's Christmas Eve.
And someone is in your house. You're sure of it.
A click of a button and you're on your feet, creeping to your bedroom door to listen out for the intruder. You almost didn't hear it, too preoccupied to be on the lookout for burglars on Christmas Eve.
There's a tell tale rustle, the stomp of feet. Whoever it is, they're not even trying to be quiet. You'd respect the brazenness of it all if someone hadn't broken into your damn house. You toy with calling the cops, maybe a neighbor, but you know it'll be too late by the time anyone gets here to do anything, so you make the stupid decision to head downstairs and confront the intruder alone.
Wrapping your flimsy bath robe around yourself, you grab the nearest makeshift weapon you can find (a broken umbrella you still hadn't thrown away) and click the door open, slinking out into the hallway and down the stairs.
If he hears you before you get down the stairs, he doesn't let on. But there, right in front of your Christmas tree is the unmistakable figure of a man. A big man. He's tall, and broad, and his silhouette is wrapped in something fluffy, making it look like there's a giant teddy bear standing in your living room.
You flick the light on, startling him, making him drop a heavy bag undoubtedly filled with your things onto the floor with a heavy thud.
"Oh, shit."
A single ornament rolls out of the bag and across the floor. You both stand frozen and silent, watching it move until it knocks against your bare toes. Only when it's stopped do you drag your eyes back up to look at the man who broke into your house.
Your umbrella clatters to the floor.
"What the...?"
The man before you is dressed as Santa, hat and all.
Only this man was not as old as you would expect for someone claiming to be Santa Claus. His beard is patchy, the scruff around his chin only speckled with gray. He has lines around his eyes, crinkled divots in his skin from so many years of laughter. The red coat pulled around his form is unbelted, falling open at the middle to reveal a white vest and the soft swell of his belly.
"What the fuck are you doin' in my house?" you yell.
"Shh, quit your fuckin' hollerin'."
He takes a step toward you and you back into the wall, trying to keep your distance from the very Texan man who had broken into your house dressed as Santa on Christmas Eve.
And that's when you see behind him, to the glittering lights of your Christmas tree, and the branches covered in ornaments. Ornaments that did not belong to you. You'd bought the thing on sale at the grocery store just a week ago. When you put it up and plugged it in, grateful for the existence of pre-lit trees, you settled on the fact you wouldn't decorate it this year. Even so, it was beautiful as it was, and you enjoyed the soft glow of the lights in the evenings as you wound down after work. Now, that soft glow was accompanied by the twinkling reflections of the many ornaments hanging on it.
"Did you... did you decorate my tree?"
He looks at you like you're mad, and maybe you are. Maybe you came so hard on your vibrator upstairs that you passed out, and this is all a dream. A very vivid dream where you can smell the warm oaky scent of the man in front of you and feel the heat of him as he crowds you against the wall.
"What else do you think I've been doin'?" he says, as if it should be entirely obvious that he's been here decorating your tree all along.
"I don't know, maybe stealing my shit?"
He, once again, looks at you like you're stupid and gestures to his suit, red and velvety, draped around his body. It looks good on him, and does nothing to help the thick syrupy feeling still coursing through your veins. Having a man like him break into your house felt like one of lifes great injustices, but having him break in when you were mid-jerk off was purely inhumane. Other than point to the door and tell him to get out, there was nothing you could do but gape at him and hope he didn't notice you curl your toes as he looked at you.
He takes a step closer, heavy boot falling with a thud in front of you, and shrugs. "If you don't want it, I'll take it back."
Up this close, the smell of him goes straight to your head, your body seemingly ready and rearing to go at the slightest hint of something masculine in your presence. Your tongue suddenly feels too big and clumsy so, not trusting a single word that would come out of your mouth, you shake your head. You would actually, really, very much like the decorations to stay and the man who put them there.
Texas always felt hot to you, but something about this room was now super heating. You're keenly aware of the stickiness pooling between your thighs, and even more aware of the visible sheen of sweat on your head and the warmth in your cheeks. If he looked closely, he'd even be able to see glistening on your fingers, making you look glitter coated in the twinkle of the Christmas lights. You shift, trying to mask the buzzing in your veins at his eyes as they drag down your body.
You hadn't noticed the silky tie of your robe slowly loosen as you wiggled and fidgeted. You were too warm to notice when the fabric parted, gaping over your chest and giving him a perfect view of your tits. You were too busy staring into his deep brown eyes to notice him raise his hand.
You did, however, feel the moment his finger stroked a slow trail down the swell of your breast, puckering your nipple and making a shudder run through your spine.
"You're all unwrapped, darlin'," he whispers, just as you remember to breathe again. "S'gettin' a bit warm in here, huh?"
He absentmindedly discards his hat as his finger traces down your body, flicking the light back off behind you once his hat hits the floor. You know where he, and this, is heading, and you're not keen to stop it any time soon.
When his fingers stroke across your mound, you gasp. Your vibrator had made you sensitive, but you'd never had chance to finish the job, and now here he was threatening you with a good time. He cups you, completely engulfing your pussy in his broad hand, and slides it between your legs.
By now it's no secret you're already wet, your upper thighs already sticky with it. His fingers slide through with ease, the quirk of his eyebrow visible now his hat has been thrown to the side.
"Here I was thinkin' you were on the nice list. But this little thing right here tells me you're naughty as they come, darlin'. What you been doin' to yourself all alone up there in the dark?"
You're staring at him opened mouthed as he works is thick fingers over you, dragging slick over your already sensitive clit. You'd been moments away from coming when the noise from downstairs pulled you out of it, and now here he was working you back up and quickly.
"It's my house," you stutter. "Can do what I want." And right now you want to collapse into a heap on the floor with his fingers between your legs.
"That you can. You wanna go back up there and finish yourself off?"
Logically, you know your pre-orgasm desperation is clouding your judgement, that you should take him up on his offer to leave and put a stop to this, but there's something too enticing about him. You don't want to stop.
"Or do you maybe want a hand with your... Little problem?"
"Yeah," you're nodding, eyes so heavy now you want them to snap shut, but you can't resist looking at him in the glow of your Christmas lights. Red really suits him, and you swear you can see his cheeks get rosy in the dim lighting.
"S'good. Got some little problems here myself. But, seein' as you're already halfway there, seems only fair to get me to your level before we start anythin', don't you think?"
Biting your lip, you nod, taking a step closer to him. Tentatively, you reach out a hand and caress the front of his pants. They feel velvety soft, and you have no fucking clue how he doesn't look as sweaty as you feel.
"That's right. You feel that?"
You feel something grow beneath your palm. Big, thick, and heavy. You look down in stunned silence, seeing only the odd shadows cast by the Christmas tree lights sparkling over the front of his pants.
"Get on your knees and close your eyes."
You obey, wanting very much to stay on the nice list now that you know exactly what you want for Christmas. His belt jingles as he undoes the buckle, pulling it from his waist and discarding it on top of his bag. He can't resist giving his dick a quick squeeze over the fabric of his pants at the sight of your bare chest heaving in the twinkling light, before unzipping them and letting them fall down to his ankles. The fabric is so loose he can step out of them, easily tugging his booted feet from the legs.
It doesn't go unnoticed that you spend the entire time eyes closed, listening attentively, and gently rocking your hips, discreetly humping the air in a desperate attempt to find any kind of relief.
"Tsk, got an impatient one on our hands."
The same hand he'd been stroking your pussy with wraps around his cock, slowly dragging his sticky fingers up and down his rapidly hardening length. He wishes he'd told you to strip, or left the light on so he could see you more clearly, but something about your skin under the sparkling lights and the shadows cast between your legs is making him harder more quickly than ever. When his dick twitches in his hand at your deep sigh, he finally stops staring and speaks.
"Open your eyes."
You snap them open, eager to see what he has for you, and your eyes immediately turn the size of dinner plates.
His cock gorgeous, and even in the grip of his large hand it looks big. He's long, thick with a slight upward curve and a smattering of salt and pepper hair at the base. You're fairly certain he trims it, keeping it well groomed and flush to his skin, making his cock appear even larger as it juts out infront of him.
But, despite the gloriousness of this mans cock, what you can't get over are his balls. They're heavy, and full, and getting tighter and tighter as his cock hardens under your gaze. You flick your eyes up to his face and he has a knowing smirk pulling at his lips.
"Fuck," you say as you look back down at it, at them, and let out a shaky breath.
His whole body shakes with a laugh, jingling his bells, as you take in his length. Hand never leaving his cock, his gentle strokes become firmer, and he's guiding the tip toward your face a moment later.
"What should I call you?" you ask, realizing you don't even know his name yet, just as his tip touches to your lips. Exhilarating as it was to fuck a man who had broke into your house, you still wanted to know his name, and not even to press charges - you wanted to know what to scream when you came.
"Santa works just fine."
Pulling back, you scoff, "You want me to call you Santa Claus?"
"Fuck no! Do I look like a Claus to you? S'Joel."
"Santa Joel?"
"Fuck yeah darlin', now open up."
You stick out your tongue, waiting for his cock to slide along the spit slicked muscle. He drags his tip across it, letting you lick at his head before you capture his cock in your mouth, sucking it in and flicking your tongue lightly on his frenulum. The salty sweet taste of him makes you crave more, so you draw him further into your mouth, sliding up and down his cock as he stares down at you with an open mouth.
Dragging your hands up his bare thighs, you grab the base of his cock with one, steadying him as you suck. You tickle the other across his balls, looking up at him as he pulls in a sharp breath, before grabbing them and massaging them. His balls feel entirely smooth to the touch, and you have an irresistible urge to put them in your mouth.
Dragging your lips back from his cock, you lick broadly up the length of it again and again until you're dragging your tongue across his ballsack, slowly trailing up his cock to his tip, watching him all the while. Then you kiss his balls, humming in satisfaction as you finally press your lips to the soft skin.
The sight of you on your knees, making out with his balls is sending him stupid, and all he can do is stare down at you with a look of deep concentration on his face. If he's not careful, he's going to blow his load early, coming in your hand before he even gets to fuck you.
He watches you lightly drag your teeth over his delicate ball skin. He swears he sees your eyes flicker with something deserving of the naughty list when you hear his intake of breath, but he's too preoccupied by your tongue lathing across them to take much notice. You take it in turns with them, sucking each ball into your mouth as you slowly pump his cock in your fist, before releasing and working on the other. By the time you've had enough, his cock is dripping, smearing pre-cum over your hand as you jerk him.
Licking the drippy mess off of your hand, you look up at him, savouring the taste of his cum in your mouth.
"Please tell me you want to fuck me," you say, biting down on your swollen lips. You don't know what you'll do if he says no now, you know going back upstairs to your vibrator just won't cut it, even if you now have the fantasy of kissing Santa's balls to get off to.
"You kiddin' me, darlin'? Get up here."
Relief and desperation wash through you, and you climb off your aching knees, letting your robe fall from your arms.
"Couch?" you say, keeping a firm grip on his cock as you stroke up his chest. He pulls you toward him, holding the back of your neck as he kisses you, tasting his cum and balls on your tongue. His lips are impossibly soft, just like his balls, a stark contrast to the scratch of his beard.
Moving to the couch, you bend over, wiggling your bare ass for him. He chuckles, stepping closer to you and marvelling at the lights dancing over your jiggling backside. He shucks off his own coat now, leaving him in just his vest and boots, and hones in on the peek of your pussy from between your legs.
Sliding his length up and down your slit he groans, gripping your hip in his massive hand just as he notches at your entrance.
"Well, shit, that's nice," he says, sliding his tip into you.
You're inclined to agree - it had been a long time since anyone other than yourself had fucked you, and the red hot feeling of his hard cock in you felt better than you remembered. He rocks his hips a little, drenching his cock in you bit by bit until he's fully sheathed inside your eager pussy. The solid beat of your heart throbs through your veins and straight to your core, making you clench around him as he begins to fuck you.
"You're gonna yank my dick clean off if you keep that up."
"Can't help it," you moan, "Feels so good." You let your eyes close, succumbing to the slow, steady, pleasure building in you.
Snapping his hips more firmly, he bottoms out in you over and over, pushing deep inside you with each thrust. You can feel his wet balls slap against you, rhythmically whacking into your clit, but it's not enough. You're so desperate to come you lick your fingers and reach between your legs, swiping your digits over your clit. His balls instead slap against your fingers and you can't resist trying to stroke them again.
The noises you're making are going straight to Joel's dick, and he knows he's going to blow his snowy load way before he's ready if you don't stop, so he pulls away from you. You protest as his cock slides out of you, leaving you empty and still desperate to come.
"Got a present for you, darlin'," he pants from behind you.
"The ornaments?"
"Yeah. Got some real pretty baubles for you, darlin'. You'll like 'em. I promise."
He goes to his bag, long forgotten on the floor, and bends over it. You watch his soft ass and the swing of his dick and balls as he rummages around inside the sack, pulling out two things before standing up. When he doesn't immediately turn back around, clearly playing with his own cock, you start to worry that you're not satisfying him. But then he rounds on you and you see his cock and balls glisten wetly in the twinkling Christmas lights just as he throws a bottle at you. Lube.
Catching him opening another box, you gasp and draw your hand to your chest in mock shock.
"Is that not my present to open?" you say coyly, now trickling lube over your own pussy. You don't need it, but whatever he has in mind clearly calls for it.
"Good things come to those who wait, darlin'."
"I'm still waiting for the coming part."
He shoots you a admonishing look and you raise your hands in surrender, before snaking one back down to keep rubbing at your clit. You're about to go mad if you don't come soon, your clit is so sensitive, a firm nub between your legs now, and your pussy so puffy from so much stimulation. It's a wonder you have any blood left in your brain at all.
The object in the box is revealed, and you can do nothing but gape at it as Santa Joel proudly holds it up with a hand on his hip.
It looks like a torpedo cockring hybrid, and you have no fucking clue what it is.
"Get yourself comfy, gotta strap myself in."
Laying back on your couch - for all its flaws, an armless couch certainly had its benefits - you spread your legs and watch him with curiousity. You still can't work out what it is.
"What is -"
And then he stretches the silicone underneath his balls, pushing each ball into the cage with his thumbs before letting go. Oh.
Oh. "Oh."
You sit in stunned silence. He's turned his balls into a dick or, more accurately, a dildo. With the length of it and the girth of his balls, you can only imagine what it's going to feel like.
"If you don't fuck me with that in the next two seconds I'm gonna scream."
With the contraption strapped around his balls, pulling them down and taught, crouches over you, pushing your legs back so your pussy is pointing skyward like a sloppy wet landing pad for his balls.
He dunks the tip of the dildo into your pussy. It's cold and unfamiliar, not like the velvety warmth of his dick that stands straight ahead of you, taunting you with its glistening tip. If you could fold yourself in a pretzel you would, just to suck the head of his cock back into your mouth.
He pushes down, squatting over you with bare legs, sheathing the entire dildo into you. Another push and you feel the swell of his balls as they pop past your entrance and nestle themselves inside of you.
You gasp. The feeling is wholly unfamiliar, but still you feel yourself soaking him, slicking up his balls as they sit in your pussy.
"That hurtin'?"
"No. No, it's just I- I've never had someone's balls in me before."
"A first ball fuckin' for this little pussy," he says affectionately, stroking a thumb over your lips as they wrap themselves around his balls. His cock is protruding out of you now, like you're wearing a life like strap, and you really wish you could reach to taste where his tip threatens to drip onto you. Suddenly you understand the boys back in highschool and their failed attempts to suck their own dicks.
"They feel so big inside," you moan as he begins to gently shift above you. He pops out of you once, and pushes back in, and you throw your head back onto the soft sofa woth a moan. You have never felt anything like this. "Joel, please don't stop. Please keep fucking me with your balls."
"You got it darlin'," his voice is soft, in awe of you as you take his balls and the toy deep inside you. You feel incredible, and the wet slip of your walls on his ball skin shoots straight down his dick, and for a moment he thinks he's accidentally came too early. A quick look from your face, contorting with the fullness in your pussy, down to where his dick sticks outward, tells him otherwise. Thank fuck. He knows he has to get you off quickly. You were soaking his dick not too long ago, and before that his fingers, and before that your own sheets upstairs. You were ready, and he was nothing if not a giving man.
His thumb finds your clit, slippery from lube and your own slick, and he circles it, applying a firm pressure as he moves.
"Oh my god, that's it," you plead, opening your eyes to look at where he plays with you, balls still sunk deep.
You spur him on, rocking your hips as much as you can with your legs back, fucking yourself on his balls as he strokes your clit. You feel your pussy tense, little spasms warning you of what's to come, and you hold on tight to your own legs.
"That's it darlin'. Come on my balls. Squeeze 'em."
"F-fuuuck."
The swipe of his thumb sends you over, and you come hard on his balls with your head back and eyes squeezed shut. Your legs shake and you know he can feel how you twitch and spasm around his balls, drenching them as he dunks them in you, shallowly thrusting them as you tighten and grip him hard.
He's holding your legs back for you, looking you in the eye as he bends forward over your limp body when you open your eyes. The feral look on his face tells you he hasn't come yet, and you're desperate to see when he does.
"You been so nice I'm gonna give you an extra present. You ready?"
"Please Santa Joel, I've been so good this year," you say with a soft smirk.
He soon wipes the smirk off your face when he fucks down into you harder, practically bouncing off your ass as he slots his swollen balls into your pussy. They feel so big and heavy inside you, and even strapped down and pulled tight by the toy, you feel his balls tighten and try to draw up closer to his cock as he gets closer to coming.
"Come on me. Please. Come on me," you beg, staring between his cock and his face. Pre-cum had been steadily dripping onto you, splattering your belly, but you were hungry for more.
His fingers grip around his flushed head, stroking easily over the slicked surface. Pushing his balls deep, he bounces gently, loving the feel of his sensitive ball skin inside of your soaked hole.
"Here it comes, darlin'. Oh shit."
"Yeah, come on me. Come all over me Joel."
"Shit. Fuck."
You watch his slit as it seems to wink at you before ropes of come spurt out of the tip, shooting across your chest and neck, spattering your face and even your hair with his cum.
"Yes, yes, thank you," your eyes have snapped shut. You can feel the warm trickle of cum by your eyebrow, and you're not keen to feel the sting of semen in your eye.
For a little while he looks at you, fucked out by his balls and laying boneless on your couch. With a soft pop he pulls out of you, leaving you feeling empty without his balls in you. Your legs flop down and you listen to his deep breaths.
"Nothin' like a ballgasm," he pants.
Nothing like being ballfucked, you think, but the words are heavy in your mouth and you do nothing but moan, mumbling some nonsense.
"Mm... balls. They... mm. Yeah. Good."
"Too fucked out, huh?" he laughs, before swiping the cum from near your eye. "Make a Christmas wish," and he slips the finger into your waiting mouth.
He slides his finger from your mouth and you murmur a thank you as you make your wish, sighing and letting yourself relax completely for a moment.
When you tentatively open your eyes, wary of any errant drops of cum, he's gone, disappeared as soon as he'd arrived. You didn't hear the door, the window, anything. You certainly didn't hear him get dressed.
Feeling stupid, and like maybe it was all just a dream, you rush to the window. You don't expect to see anything, the man feeling too magical to have been real. But, there he is, walking down the street bare assed, his pants slung over his shoulder and his balls still swinging strapped into the toy.
No, you don't think you'll be forgetting your first Christmas in Texas any time soon at all.
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I have an idea for Xavier, some angst followed by fluff (my favourite genre)
So you know how Xavier can draw and bring his art to life. I like to imagine reader has a similar power, anything she writes comes to life. Xavier and her work together, this like cute power couple who make accompaniments to each others work and its sweet and lovely.
Until when all this hyde business comes along and everyones on edge, she sees xavier getting closer with Wednesday and shes like 'you know what, no, I trust you.' And they do trust each other.
But she comes back to see all her work, all her writing completely torn up, shredded, thrown across the room. Shes distraught. Wednesday and enid hear her crying and they're like, what the fuck happened, enid is comforting, wednesday is like 'I'll make this persons death slow' in her unique comforting way.
However, someone framed Xavier! And after she sees the scissors used to tear some of the paper or maybe a piece of incriminating evidence on xavier, her upset brain puts two and two together. Hes screaming and crying he doesnt understand, sort of picture a more upset Billy in the scene in scream where sidney calls the cops on him
Enid is pissed and ajax is too, and wednesday, they're all super protective and ajax gets to angry he near punches Xavier when hes determined to see her.
Of course we need a resolve so maybe Wednesday finds out that thornhill needed the two of them out of the way, she was sick of them parading around and bearing discovering her evilness.
I just need Xavier fluff to angst with some helpful friends
ok, this took so long but I did it! this is a bit bad.
I DON'T GET IT
pairings: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!reader summary: ^^^^ warnings: swearing.
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"go away" you sobbed as you heard a knock on your door. you were in a fetal position, curled up on your floor, looking at all the paper with your writing torn all over the floor.
but the door opened anyway.
-2 weeks ago-
"this is wednesday" Xavier said with a smile, motioning to the girl next to him with a big smile on his face
"Hi, I'm Y/n" you greeted
"ok, so me and Wednesday have something to do. bye babe" he said before dragging her away
you sighed and turned to go to your dorm.
-
you saw them everywhere together, in the halls, in the quad and in class. they were always together
"I bet it's nothing, he wouldn't do anything" Yoko shrugged
And it was true, he wouldn't do anything to hurt you, especially with another girl.
you trusted them, Xavier wouldn't do anything, and Wednesday didn't even seem interested in him. but that didn't stop you from getting Jealous, there was barely a time that Xavier even talked to you that week.
all you wanted was for your boyfriend to come see you. so you didn't really hesitate to write what you wanted.
'I wish Xavier would spend time more time with me' you wrote.
5 minutes later there was a knock on your door, you stood up from your chair to open the door
"Hey, sweetheart" Xavier smiled down at you
"Hi, Xav" you beamed
"can I come in?" he asked, you stepped aside and let him in.
you guys ended up talking for hours.
you were happy about seeing him again, upset that it needed your writing to make it happen.
-A week ago-
you had gotten closer to Wednesday, her gaining your full trust and becoming friends.
Xavier begun hanging out with you more and you happy about that. but then the Monster started putting people on edge and paranoid
-
you sat next to Xavier in Thornhills class. he moved closer and gave his notebook to you, letting you pick a drawing.
you flipped to a page, seeing a drawing of butterfly. you smiled down at it and pushed the book closer to him, he hovered his hand over the page, making it fly of the page.
it circled around your head. you turned your head as it flew around you with a grin on your face
you giggled as it landed on the table you sat at.
"this isn't the time for your animations, Mister Thorpe" Thornhill stated
"sorry" he apologised, bringing the butterfly back to the page. he sighed as he looked at you with a soft sad smile.
you had an idea and opened your book, writing down what you wanted.
after a minute, Thornhill's vase with a plant in it fell off her table and smashed on the floor, glass and water spilling.
you rubbed it off your page, getting rid of any evidence that you were the reason for it.
Xavier laughed under his breath and smiled at you sneakily.
-an hour ago-
you had gone back to your room. you had no classes today and you wanted to clean yourself to find your writing ripped up and thrown all over the floor.
-now-
"what happened?!" Enid cried
"I don't know! I came in here and found it like this" you sobbed, pausing to sniffle
"do you know who it was?" Enid asked
before you spoke, Wednesday stopped you
"Xavier. his ring is on the floor" she states, picking it up and examining it
"I know, I noticed that" you said wobbly
the pieces of paper had claw marks, traced with lead pencils
"not to mention this" wednesday said, lifting another piece of paper, showing the drawing of the butterfly from a week prior.
"I know, I just don't get why he would do this" you sniffled
"don't worry, his death with be painful and slow" she smirked
"what?" you choked on your tears
"nothing" her deadpan expression scared you
"it will be ok, I promise" Enid comforted, sitting down beside you and wrapping her arms around you
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"Enid told me what happened, are you ok?" Ajax panted as he ran into your room
"No" you shook your head, more tears falling down you your face
"hey, hey, hey. it's ok, it's going to be ok. Xavier is fucking asshole you don't need him" he pressed, coming to your side and comforting you. he looked really mad
"just stay with us for a while" Enid cooed
"you don't need him" Wednesday said
-----
it had been an hour and they were still all there by your side. you had grown tired and started falling asleep on Enid shoulder
there was a rushed knock on the door.
"Y/n! let me in! I need to talk to you" Xavier yelled frantically through the door, all three of your friends looked at each other, angry looks on their faces. Ajax got up from his position to go to the door
"just hear me out!" Xavier yelled before the door flew open
"the only thing we want to hear is you leaving" Ajax said
"where's Y/n?" Xavier asked anxiously
"doesn't matter. she's not talking to you, now leave" Ajax demanded
"No, you don't understand-"
"-leave before I stone you, Xavier. don't make me repeat myself"
"I didn't-" Xavier had tears forming in his eyes
"there is evidence that it was you" Wednesday said, standing beside Ajax
"it wasn't me! I swear. believe me!" Xavier pleaded
"you're going to wake her up" Enid called
"I don't care, she needs to know it wasn't me"
"Xavier, leave" Ajax said through gritted teeth
"please" he begged, he began crying
"is that Xavier?" you whispered to Enid
"they're getting rid of him, don't worry" Enid smiled softly
"Y/n!" Xavier yelled out to you. looking over Wednesday's and Ajax's heads to see you
"let me see her!" he said to Ajax
"she doesn't want to see you" Wednesday replied bluntly
"you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt her" Xavier cried
"Xavier, fucking leave right now" Ajax yelled at him
Xavier pushed past your two friends, entering your room, seeing your tear stained face as you sat on the floor
"baby, you know I would never do this to you" he said carefully
"there's evidence" Enid rolled her eyes
"what evidence, there's no way that I did this!" Xavier screamed before looking in your redshot eyes "you should know I would never do this, I love you"
"then why was your ring and drawing found on the floor" Wednesday questioned, holding the two in her hands
"No, I lost that ring 2 days ago! that drawing is in my notebook" Xavier cried
"show us then" Ajax shrugged simply
Xavier pulled out his notebook from his bag, flipping through the pages, he noticed it was missing
"what? is it not there?" Wednesday asked smugly
"No! no, it was in here! I don't rip my drawing out!" Xavier ran a hand through his hair
"or is that just a cover up?" Enid said
"you guys aren't even letting Y/n speak!" Xavier looked at you, breathing heavily as he started crying "what do you think, what do you want?"
"I want you to leave" You murmured. Xavier barely heard what you said, But Ajax heard clear as day as he stood behind him
"What?" Xavier said under his breath
"it's time for you to leave" Ajax glared at him, grabbing Xavier arm and pulling him to the door
"No! don't fucking touch me! you seriously think I did this, you're my bestfriend!?" he screamed
Enid stood up and stood in front of the tall boy "leave, none of us want you here, asshole" she spat, pushing his back. Xavier didn't exactly stumble back, but he moved his foot back at he shifted
"I'm not fucking leaving, I didn't do it!" Xavier shouted
"hey!" Ajax yelled in his face "leave before I fucking stone you"
"what the hell is wrong with you!" Xavier scoffed
Ajax punched Xavier in the face before shoving him out the door and slamming it in his face
"I think that hurt me more than it hurt him" He winced, shaking his hands.
"I'm sorry you felt the need to do that" you apologised softly
"I would do it again" he said, hugging you
-----
a week after the incident. Wednesday thought that something about it felt odd. So she investigated it further as she helped with the hyde situation.
soon after that she found the claw in Xavier's shed. so she knew that is was him.
But once the information that it was it was Tyler with the Help of Thornhill came to her attention. she felt stupid.
"so, you're saying it wasn't Xavier?" you asked, confused
"that's what I'm saying, yes. I did some further digging and found Xavier's missing ring underneath his bed while I still had the one found on your floor" she explained
"I don't know why we would even believe it was him. why would he leave one of his drawings on your floor? that's just stupid. he wouldn't just rip it out for you to know it was him who 'did' it. besides, he does love you" she finished
"Xavier's going to hate me!" you cried
"he doesn't. I saw him before I came here" she stated
"so should I go see him?" you questioned nervously
"I don't know why you're still here"
you started running to his dorm room to apologise
before you knocked on his door, it opened. revealing a nervous Xavier with a black eye
"I'm so sorry" you sighed
"I'm sorry that happened to you" he replied. you slowly wrapped your arms around his tall figure.
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╰─▸ ❝ ‘𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚’ ❞ ──── 𝐟𝐭. 𝐭. 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢.
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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “what did you just call me?” he asks, suddenly feeling the slightest bit paranoid, “don’t you fucking ignore me — what the fuck did you just call me?!”
𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: my hero academia | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: touya todoroki/gn!reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 1.57k.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gn!reader, quirkless au, plug dabi, drugs, mentions of dealing, drug dealer dabi, previously established relationship, said relationship prob at least a lil bit toxic but hey it’s dabi so who cares, weed, cocaine mentions, suicide mentions, angst w a happy ending.
— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!
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“you need to be more careful.”
the words, simple as they are, bring dabi’s hand to a stop as he lifts it and the blunt between his index and middle finger to his lips as he sat lazily on the dingy couch he favored within your shitty apartment. you were at the kitchen counter, doing something or other as he put together the flower in a pretty line before wrapping, and you weren’t looking at him. dabi waits expectantly, unsure where you were going with this topic of conversation. he takes a deep breath and rolls his eyes when you remain silent; of course you were about to start nagging him again. at this point it was your second nature. god, sometimes the way you worried for him was so fucking annoying — it was always ‘be careful, touya!’ and ‘where’s all this blood from, touya?!’ and ‘you doing this is scary, touya!’, and that shit got real fucking old the first three times. where he was and what he did was none of your fucking business; he hated it enough that shigaraki had found out about you a while back on accident and now liked to ask about you to try and fuck with his head. you being so fucking nosy all the damn time never fucking helped his nerves.
“what?” he finally asks, voice low and smooth as he rolled from what he’d taken earlier without your knowledge; you were fine with the weed, and you tolerated the coke, but god you hated the fucking pills and you never failed to let him know it. he’d promised months ago that you’d never see him taking another one, and dabi guessed you’d assumed it meant he wouldn’t fake any at all — but he’d meant what he’d said, and he’d not let you catch him popping yet. 
“i said you need to be more careful!” you hiss, slamming your hand down on the counter, and he fights the urge to jump in surprise; calm persona aside, the past never dies, and his was no exception. “do you know who knocked on my fucking door this afternoon?”
“no, but i bet you’ll tell me,” dabi mutters, bringing the blunt to his lips like he’d intended and snagging his lighter from his pocket. as he lights it and takes a deep, long drag, he practically hears the rage fill you as you spin around to face him. 
“the fucking cops were here, dabi, and they were asking about you.” your voice, more venomous than he’s ever heard it, makes him cough as the smoke goes down wrong, and little trails of it rise from his mouth as he turns to you in shock — not over the little reveal of the police being after him ( as that was nothing new ), but over something else.
“what did you just call me?” he asks, suddenly feeling the slightest bit paranoid; he was already fucking anxious all the damn time, it was why he took so much shit, but this was looking to turn into a bad trip with the bomb you’d just dropped on him. you don’t answer, instead sighing and holding your face with one hand in a mixture of annoyance and resignation. he stands, his figure slightly wobbly, and with a shaky voice questions again, “don’t you fucking ignore me — what the fuck did you just call me?”
“i called you dabi,” you snap, looking up at him again, “what the fuck else do you expect?! you’re in this bullshit with shigaraki so fucking deep that you’ve brought the fucking cops here of all places. maybe now you’ll fucking take this shit seriously — i’m done, dabi.” you turn away, crossing your arms and glaring out the window. 
dabi staggers a little as he begins walking towards you, panic filling his lungs like water in a drowning man’s. you couldn’t leave him, not after all the shit the two of you had been through together! he’d dropped the other bitches he was seeing just so he could focus on you, shared his private stash with you, had learned your favorite meals and what snacks were your favorite. he’d given you a key to his apartment and had let you sleep there with him, had slept over at your place, had cooked for you ( burnt it all to ash accidentally, but he’d always known he was dogshit in the kitchen ). he’d told you things he’d never told anyone, not even that fucker takami who seemed hellbent on being some sort of buddy ( and who he’d begrudgingly started hanging out with every other weekend when you told him to go have fun with friends rather than spend all his free time alone or with you and had insisted he start with that blond dumbass of all people ) — hell, he’d finally walked out on his folks when you’d told him enough was enough and that the way their treatment of him wasn’t okay after he’d broken down in fromt of you, had told you everything. touya needed you like he needed fucking air, you weren’t allowed to fucking leave him! it’d kill him — no, he’d fucking kill himself.
he presses his front to your back, throwing his arms around you. the smell of weed drifts slightly through the air as he lets the discarded blunt burn away on its own in the ashtray on the table, ignoring the high he’d been chasing in favor of clinging to you like a lost child. 
you were good to him. he actually loved you. and now he was scared. 
“you’re not leaving me, right baby?” he asks, his mouth dry ( and not from the weed ). “you’re gonna stay with me?” his hands shake where they press against you, and he’s dead sure that you feel it, but you don’t mention it; he’s grateful for it. 
you’re quiet for a long time, longer than he’s comfortable with, and he grows antsier by the second as the silence fills the room. “i don’t know yet,” you finally mutter, and his heart plummets. a fresh wave of panic fills him, unused to the way you were acting. you were always so good, so kind to him — and yeah, at first it had started as a way for you to get flower and little amounts of powder ( after he introduced you to it during a party one of your friends was hosting that he was invited to so he could supply ), but now? hell, he was the one getting loaded these days. as far as dabi knew you’d been clean for months. 
yeah. as far as he knew. 
“what does — what does that mean?” he asks quietly, swallowing hard and blinking a little to push away the sting in his eyes. he hated how attached he’d gotten to you, hated how much he cared now; at first all your handsome smiles and playful winks got you was him inside you and a discount on the merchandise, but now? now your were in his heart, you were in his head — hell, sometikes it felt as if you’d ripped his body open and crawled inside, making yourself at home in him in a way no one else ever had or would. 
“it means… god, dabi, i don’t know,” you reply, pulling away from him ever so slightly, “it probably means this is it — for us, at least. i can’t take this anymore.” a whine builds up in his throat and he draws you close again, pressing his face into your neck to hide the way his eyes stung from you.
“don’t say that,” he whispers, his fingers digging into your skin desperately. “please, for the love of god, say anything but that — yell at me, scream and throw things, hit me even, but don’t say that. don’t say that we’re over.”
“aren’t we?” you ask tiredly. “dabi, you never listen to me—“
“touya,” he murmurs, lifting his face to gently nuzzle his nose against your jaw. “please. touya.”
you sigh. “dabi. you don’t listen. time and time again i’ve begged for you to please just make sure you aren’t followed by cops because i don’t want the dirty fucks near my home, much less speaking to me — i don’t ask you to change who you are, i just want you to use your fucking brain sometimes and maybe think about how your actions are going to affect people other than yourself.”
“i know,” he replies quietly, shuffling impossibly closer to you. “i’ll do better. just please — don’t start talking about us not being an ‘us’ anymore. i’m yours, i always have been, won’t ever be anyone else’s.”
“i know,” you mirror, finally pressing back into him. “touya…”
yes, he thinks, letting his eyes close in relief. yes. that’s me. 
“please.” is all you say, and he nods against you. 
“i understand,” he says, and the two of you relax into each others’ grip. the charged atmosphere dissolves, and in the back of his mind dabi registers that his roll is fucked up and that the blunt is likely ash now, but he can’t being himself to care. “do you want to order in and eat in bed watching tv tonight?” he offers quietly, and he can practically hear you smile. 
“promise not to fall asleep halfway through like some old fucking geezer?” you ask teasingly, and he laughs against you. 
“can’t make any promises, doll, but i’ll try.”
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We meet again, darling pt.4 (detective Abby Anderson x criminal reader)
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Synopsis: Abby Anderson is a skilled detective that's never let a criminal escape her grasp, until you. You've infiltrated every part of her life and she still can't get you. As she grows more and more intrigued by you she finds herself descending further into darkness until there's no way back. She takes your hand and follows you as if your presence is the only thing giving her life knowing that you are the most dangerous thing for her. Her life will never be hers again and she will stop at nothing to keep following you down your path of corruption.
Smut... kinda, MDNI please xxxx
Abby jolts awake at the sound of her phone ringing. She had struggled to fall asleep earlier that night just like she had most nights since Dan. His face haunted her sleep. Sometimes it was memories from her childhood where he looked happy and carefree as they did when they were kids but sometimes his face was pale and sweaty and twisted up in pain, both physical and emotional. No matter what the dream was it always ended the same: Abby stabbing him and him choking on his own blood while he asked why? How could she do this? Every night she'd wake up in a cold sweat, hyperventilating with tears threatening to spill over her cheeks. But tonight, she didn't. She woke because her phone rang. Because you rang.
Abby looks at the number only to see its unknown and she sighs already knowing who it is.
"Do you know what time it is?" Her voice was groggy and deep from sleep and your breath hitched at the sound of her disgruntled words.
"No, isn't it 2pm?"
Abby can practically hear the grin through the phone and she sighs even harder this time.
"You're not funny."
"Yes I am don't lie, that's a sin"
"Your whole life is a sin."
"Jeez someone's grumpy."
"You wake me up at.." Abby takes the phone from her ear to look at the time. "THREE AM?? Have you lost your mind?"
"Yes, years ago."
"Do you enjoy being the biggest pain in my ass? Is that why you called... at 3am?
"Yes and kind of. I'm calling because I've got everything set up for you to start your part of the plan, I think we should give it a name I was thinking: Mission take over, what do you think?" Abby rolls her eyes and lays back down with the phone still at her ear.
"No, that's awful. What about.... Mission call me at 3am again and I'll kick your ass?"
"I'd like to see you try. You don't have a good track record."
"Hanging up now."
"Wait a minute, we're going to dinner tonight. Be ready 8pm sharp and dress nice."
"Anyone ever told you you're bossy?"
"Everyday of my life. It's part of my charm. Okay that was all I wanted to tell you so get some rest sleeping beauty."
"You called me at 3am to tell me we're going to dinner?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"I really don't like you."
"Aw yes you do. Goodnight sunshine!" You do a loud kiss through the phone and hear her sigh before she hangs up. You giggle and put your phone down as there's a knock at your office door.
"Come in."
Richter walks in with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He sits quietly and pours you both a glass.
"What's got you up at these hours?" You look at him with an unamused look.
"When am I not? And I could say the same for you."
"Fair point. I'm actually just about to head back to mine but I thought you'd want to know that Eddie rang."
You sigh and rub your forehead knowing that is never good.
"What now?"
"Cops bagged Marlow, apparently they've offered him a deal to talk."
"They always do. Do you think he will?"
"No I don't think he will, but..."
"Oh there's always a but."
"Eddie's worried, there's been more arrests recently, not all of them get charged but he's worried they're getting closer. We've went under the radar for so long now, is our luck running out?"
"It's not luck Johnny for fuck's sake. We're smart and we're careful. This. This is a rat. Come on I'll walk you out, I need to pay someone a visit."
Richter gives you a strange look but shrugs and starts walking as you follow him out.
Abby jolts awake for the second time tonight as she feels herself being shaken.
"AH WHAT THE FUCK!"
"Sorry, sorry. It's just me."
"You are fucking insane, how and why are you in my apartment at 4 in the fucking morning?"
"You have crap security we've been over this" You begin to pace at the foot of her bed. "I need a favour."
"A favour? You really think you're in a place to be asking for favours right now."
"Hey, when I came in it looked like you were having a really bad dream so er your welcome for waking you up from that. Please just listen to me this is serious." You stop and look her dead in the eyes as you say this and for the first time you notice she's not wearing anything on her top half. You can see the protrusion of her collarbones and the definition of her muscles and you don't even realise you've been ogling her until you meet her unimpressed eyes. Although she's gracious enough to not mention it, you gulp as you know you've been caught.
"Right. Well, um, I think there's a rat. Lower down of course but clearly high up enough to know a good amount about the structure of my business. More of my men have been getting arrested and some of them are getting charged. I need you to find out who the rat is so I can deal with them. Abby this is so important, I need you to find out today or this could fuck up mission: take over."
"Are you actually going to start calling it that?"
"Abby!"
"Jeez. Sorry, I will find out what's going on today."
"Oh thank god." You sit down on the bed next to her and put a hand on her strong thigh and squeeze. "Thank you, sorry for scaring the shit out of you... and waking you up... twice." You smile at her and she smiles back.
"It's okay I guess, only you could get away with this shit."
"Oh yeah?" You tilt your head and smirk at her. "Am I special?" You lean in close so your faces are centimetres apart. Abby brings a hand to your cheek and pulls you closer so your noses are practically touching. She leans in until your lips are touching.
"Yeah. You are." She lunges forward and presses her lips to yours in a hungry and desperate kiss. The shock you feel at her actions immediately subsides as want takes over. You feel her tongue licking at your lower lip, begging to be let in. You can't help but feel the need to tease so you go to pull away until her other hand finds its place on the back of your head keeping you firmly in place. She bites down on your lower lip and as you gasp she takes this as her opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth. You feel completely out of control as you moan into her mouth. She pulls away for a second to raise her eyebrows at the noise you let out.
"Shut. Up." You grab her face and immediately start kissing her. Harder and more passionately this time. You straddle her hips and her hands immediately find their places on your hips squeezing so hard you expect bruises to form. You pull away from her lips and start kissing down her jaw and neck. You hear Abby almost growl and you feel her strong hands pull you away from her. You frown until you notice her hands pulling at your t-shirt. You help her by lifting your arms up and she throws the t-shirt somewhere on the floor of her room. You realise you didn't have a bra on when you see her eyeing your boobs hungrily. She looks up at you and down at them again. She grabs them and squishes them together and then kisses each nipple, she looks up with her face still resting on your chest and the sight is enough to make you cum right there and then. She gets a mischievous grin on her face.
"You have a great rack."
"Oh you just had to ruin the moment." You say giggling as you push her face away from you. She grabs you and pulls you down with her so you're laying on top of her.
"Hey I mean it."
"I will get up and leave right now." She wraps her arms tightly around your waist so there is absolutely no space between you two. "No you won't."
"Oh whatever." You go back to kissing her and her hands go back to your hips as she starts rocking you atop her. You groan into her mouth and you feel her smile into the kiss. She flips you both over and starts kissing down your neck and your chest until she reaches your left nipple. She sucks it into her mouth while making dead eye contact with you. You gasp as she pinches the right nipple and immediately swaps her ministrations. Once she's paid both nipples sufficient attention she kisses down your stomach and licks a strip back up and finishes it off with a kiss between your breasts. She shuffles down the bed and wraps her fingers round the band of your bottoms.
"Can I take these off?"
"Obviously."
She rips them down and throws them also onto the floor. She goes to kiss the hem of your underwear but stops when you thread your fingers through her soft hair.
"Wait. Come here."
"Yes boss." You giggle as she crawls back up toward your face and pull her into a messy kiss. You palm her perky breasts and roll her pink nipples between your fingers, she hisses.
"Aw is someone sensitive?" You pout at her and she smirks at you as she grabs your cheeks and squishes them together as she presses a chaste kiss to your lips.
"You are so much cuter when you don't talk." She squishes your cheeks with each word she says and then leans down and bites at your neck hard enough you're sure there will be a bite mark.
"I hate you so much." She looks at you with raised eyebrows as she places a hand over your mouth firmly.
"No you don't." She moves back down your body and takes the hem of your underwear between her teeth as she slides the underwear down your thighs, You instinctively clamp your legs shut as you're exposed in front of her but she grabs one of your thighs and pushes it down flush to the bed.
"uh uh uh, come on darling, no hiding now." She echoes your words from your conversation on the balcony with a wicked grin on her face. You roll your eyes and groan into her hand. She peppers kisses and leaves bruises all over your thighs until your bite her hand.
"Oh someone's impatient aren't they?" She leans down and licks a stripe from your hole to your clit moaning as she tastes you on her tongue. She sucks your clit into her mouth for a second and then presses a quick kiss to it before she crawls back up to be face to face with you. She grabs your neck, gentler than the other times she's choked you, her intentions different this time and kisses you hungrily so you can taste yourself on her tongue. You both kiss until you have to pull away to gasp for breath and she sits up giving you the most hot look you've ever seen as she wipes her mouth with her thumb. She leans back down and presses her thumb over your lips and you happily take it into your mouth and suck. She moans as she feels your tongue swirling around her thumb and sucking, hard. She pulls it out with a pop and smears the spit over your lips and chin. She bites her lip and flashes a devilish grin before she begins to get up and pull her top off the ground as she puts it on over her head.
"What are you doing?"
"That's what you get for waking me up in the middle of the night... twice." She goes to walk out the room but turns back and looks at you. "And for shooting me." As she walks out of the room you throw your head back in frustration and begin trailing your hand down your body to your heat. Abby appears back in the doorway with two bottles of water and an unimpressed look on her face. She pulls you by your foot to the end of the bed and brings her face inches to yours.
"Don't even think about it."
She drops a bottle of water onto the bed for you and you throw yourself back in frustration as you hear Abby laugh as she walks away.
"Fucker."
psa: sorry sorry i had to do it, going back and editing these now i've decided to actually post has been fun. Hope you enjoyed whoever has made it this far and more action is coming i promise, in more ways than one... ;). New chapters coming soon because i love this story and Abby is perf <3 okay byeeee
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Hype Train!
F!Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC
Part 4~
His Info: 📹✨
Part: 1 2 3 4 5
!!!MINORS DNI!!!
CW: WHOLE PART IS NSFW, !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, pet names not from ML (doll, ), SA!! NOT BY ML, assaults, NON CON NOT BY ML, Murder, gore, possibly angsty?, fingering, p in v, pet names (pretty, good girl, pretty girl, ) creampie, praise, lots of consent checks! long azz smut, probably my favorite work so far…👉👈
“Thank you all for coming again!!! I had so much fun tonight! we’re gonna stream again tomorrow and if not then the next day I promise!!! See y’all later and shower this next person with love!!!” You type out a raid message for everyone to copy, and click raid now.
You sigh as you take off your headset.
At least you feel tired enough to sleep now.
*loud knocking*
“C’mon!!! Seriously??” You know who it is before you even answer.
“Hello, Jared.” your voice is deadpanned and your expression unimpressed.
Although… You haven’t had a good fuck in a while…
Not that Jared is a “good” fuck. He’s at least got the equipment for the job.
“Doll, you know, I’ve been thinking about you again, just let me in to explain,” He says seriously and tries to push past you to inside your apartment.
You immediately block his path. “Excuse you. I don’t care what you’re thinking about. And I was gonna let you in, but now that you just tried to barge your way in, I’ve changed my mind. Get out of here.” You slam the door hard toward the frame.
His hand comes up, “Listen to me, bitch. I said I was thinking about you. Listen to my explanation.” He demands, his foot in the way of the blue painted wood.
Your heart races… No. Not this again.
You didn’t even notice at first the smell of it on his breath.
He’s been drinking.
You aren’t surprised or disappointed.
You are however, afraid.
“N-no… I-I don’t have to listen to you. Not now, not ever.” you remain firm. “Leave, o-or I’ll… Call the cops.”
“Hah. Like that’ll save you, doll.” He pushes the door open and throws you against a wall.
Your skull hits it with a loud *THUD*
shit, shit, shit, SHIT!
what do you do?!
Your cat runs and hides under the bed in the other room.
Thank goodness, at least Opal won’t get hurt by this maniac.
You struggle and put up as much of a fight as possible, but he over powers your every attemp.
You eventually just stop.
You turn your face, he pulls you back.
You squeeze your lips shut, he slams your head back so you gasp and let his tongue violate you.
He strips you, and throws your body, stomach down, onto the couch.
You try and crawl away, and he just pulls you back.
“No! PLEASE!!!!!” You cry out, your voice not even sounding like your own anymore.
Flashbacks to your time in the pit resurface again, forcing their way into your head while he forces his way into your body.
You cry and plead, he just punches and bites you where ever he can.
All you can do is cry now.
“Bite the pillow, bitch!” he yells into your ear.
You wake maybe thirty minutes later with his weight on top of you.
You manage to roll out while he’s in his drunken coma.
You hope while you’re at work he just… leaves…
He usually does.
The shower you take doesn’t help you feel any cleaner.
Tears don’t even threaten your numb body anymore. You’re embraced once more by the hollow feeling you’ve gotten accustomed to.
Do you even remember feeling safe only a day ago?
It feels like it was simply a dream at this point.
Jasper opens the unlocked door you left and sees the naked man on your couch.
His pupils once again blown with a familiar rage.
He drops his bag loudly onto the ground.
The man sits up, covering his exposed lower half “Who the fuck are you? You, freak! Get out!” He yells.
Jasper reaches into his pocket, pulling out a syringe.
“W-what the fuck man, what is that?!”
Jasper steps forward, and Jared jumps up to meet him.
“Get away! Freak! I’m warning you!” Jared lunges, knocking the syringe from his hands
Jasper then kicks his legs out from under him.
He falls to his knees, seeing the syringe near the coffee table, he reaches for it.
Jasper stomps down onto his veiny hand, breaking bones.
He screams, “WHAT THE FUCK?! Who the HELL do you think you-”
His sentence is cut off as Jasper crunches his hand, grinding it under his boot. “AHHHHH!!! OOWWW F-FUCK!!”
He grasps his scalp with fist fulls of sandy blonde hair next, and hovers it up over the corner of the coffee table.
Jared tries to pry the black boot off of his hand, as his eyes widen in fear looking at the metal edges.
“What the FUCK man!!!! This isn’t a joke! STOP!!”
Jasper smiles grimly, leaning down closer to him, “Oh, you want ME to stop? What about Y/N? Didn’t she ask you that?” he hums sinisterly.
“Th-That’s different! chicks always say-” he’s cut off again.
“Say what? Say No?” He barks out a cruel and unforgiving laugh.
He’s tired of this animals voice.
“Bite the metal, bitch.” He slams his face repeatedly into the corner of the table.
He gurgles and coughs, as his face swiftly becomes a bloodied, unrecognizable pulp.
You sigh. Climbing the stairs grudgingly.
You threw up at work again and they forced you to go home.
You’re so emotionally stressed, your body has started to try and rid you of it physically again.
You hear something strange, but you can’t yet tell what it is. You’re too worried how your gonna pay for next months “protection” and make the rent on time…
Your door isn’t locked still. No point, you thought.
Jared leaves it unlocked after he leaves anyway.
At least he doesn’t have a key.
The noises are coming from inside your appartment though… Is he… Hurting Opal??? You burst through the door, “Jare-” Your eyes widen, as you study the unknown man hovering over a bloodied Jared…
You go to scream, and Jasper rushes at you covering your mouth with his hand.
“Wait! Y/N!”
You’re trembling, but you recognize him by his voice now.
He removes his hand, and you speak quietly, “Jasper?”
You slowly close the door behind you…
“W-what is…” You don’t need to finish that, you know what’s happening.
“Wait! Y/N, I’m not… uhg… I didn’t think you’d be back so soon,” he doesn’t move anymore toward you, he just looks over the body.
He’s not attacking you.
Your brow furrows, maybe you don’t know…?
“What are… You doing? why? I’m so…” confused, but you can’t speak anymore, before tears start falling again.
Jasper wraps his arms around your shaking form, in a loving embrace, not like one of someone that wants more.
You squeeze back… You don’t know why, or how, but you know he doesn’t mean you harm.
“Jasper, whatever you’re doing, please stop… You’re.. Going to get into so much trouble for… This, a-and I’m not worth the trouble…” You shakily push through the tears.
He holds you tighter. “You are, Y/N, you are.”
“You don’t understand, I’m in a lot of deep shit right now… People are… after me. People are using me. People are-”
He kisses you.
Nobody’s ever tried to protect you before.
How did he even get here?
Maybe one of the questions you should be worried about…
How did he know where you are? Is another.
But your too overcome with emotion to think any rational thoughts right now.
Your arms travel upward, twisting around Jasper’s neck.
He picks you up by your sides, your legs hook around his waist.
He carries you to your bedroom, and lays you gently on the bed.
You’re still crying, and you continue to embrace him.
His hands wander down to your crotch, he pulls away to look into your eyes, “May I?”
Through blurry eyes you nod, and push forward to kiss him again, harder than he did.
His lips push back into yours, he sighs through his nose.
His fingers hook under your panties and pull them down your legs.
You help kick them off.
He finds your slit and slowly strokes up and down, covering his fingers in your slick.
You moan into him, nothing has ever felt this good, and he hasn’t even started.
You might come already…
Your legs snap shut, locking his hand in place.
He pulls his face back again, studying yours, “It’s okay, just relax, and let it out, pretty…” he coos, his face burying into your neck now.
You shiver, feeling his tongue and his hot breath against your skin.
He smells so nice.
like fresh air.
You slowly try and relax your legs, opening just enough for him to move again.
He tweaks your sensitive bud.
“Mmmm!” You bite your lips hard, your brows so tight together your face almost hurts. You’re holding your breath too and you don’t even notice until your lungs burn.
“shhh. Shhhh, it’s okay. It’s okay,” he shushes you sweetly. “You’ll be okay. let it all out, f’me”
“J-Jas-perrr…” Your body quakes with your first orgasm.
Nobody’s ever made you come before. It’s almost painful it feels so good.
Your legs snap shut again, and he chuckles quietly. “There, there, Y/N, you did so good, you’re such a good girl,” you feel his smile against your neck. “Can i have my hand back though? I need to do this for you, I wont be able to fit, and I don’t want to hurt you,”
You relax as much as you can, straining yourself as you do. He waits patiently, smiling as you try. you manage to open wider for him than last time, your body still shaking.
From the orgasm yes, and also from fear.
Not from fear of him…
You’re just…
Afraid.
You feel so safe right now, you actually feel fear. You’re terrified. and you don’t know exactly what of.
Maybe you’re afraid of letting your guard down for the first time.
Tears are streaming down your face more rapidly now.
You choke out sobs, “Jas-per… Jas…p-per…”
“Shhhh shhhh, it’s okay, i promise, it’ll be okay, pretty, pretty girl.” His thumb oh so gently circles your clit, barely touching you, he can tell how sensitive you are and doesn’t want to overwhelm you.
He kisses your neck, and dips a finger into your quivering hole. You fight the urge to once again, snap your legs shut, instead trying to spread wider.
“That’s it, you’re doin’ so good f’me,” he kisses you again, even more gently than the last time. “I’m so proud of you,”
You’re biting your lips harder, as more and more tears and sobs leave your body.
He very slowly dips another finger in.
Even after last night the stretch is hard to take at first.
You draw blood from your lips, and his other hand leaves your body to find your mouth, “here, bite me ‘nstead, pretty. I don’t wanna see you hurting’.”
You clench your teeth before you give in, you don’t want to hurt him either, so you instead use your hand to angle his fingers to your lips… You start to suck gently.
“haaaaa” he sighs so contently into your neck, the air tickles and you smile around him. You actually smile!
“I’m so, so proud of you, you’re doing so well,” his voice never raising more than a soft whisper.
Your hair is soaked with your tears now, and your wetting the pillow.
“hmmm” you hum, sucking and licking his fingers.
His other ones remain occupied gently scissoring your open.
Your body shakes as you come again.
“mm-mmmm!”
“That’s it, that’s a good girl, come f’me again, pretty,”
You open wider still, his thumb pulls away so you can come down without over stimulating you, while his fingers continue to work you’re tender quim.
Your brows peak and you squeeze your eyes shut.
He pulls completely away from you, and licks the fingers that where just inside you.
“Here” he says softly, “lemme help you, one second, pretty,” he rips the bottom of his shirt, pulling around his torso.
The sound scares you a little, but you trust him.
“May I?” he hovers it in front of your face looking deep into your eyes for your permission again.
And again, you nod, a little more eagerly this time.
He gently ties the black fabric around your eyes, careful not to pull your hair, or get it stuck in the knot.
You strangely feel more comfortable and your legs relax more easily now.
Your eyes also relax, and you sigh out, You breathe better surprisingly.
“I’m going t’ touch you again, okay?” He waits for you to nod before running just the tips of his fingers all the way up your legs.
They slowly caress you going up to the hem of your shirt, and you feel them tug gently. “m‘kay, pretty, I’m gonna take this off of you too, will you let me see you?”
You ferociously nod this time, trying not to but your lip, remembering before.
“so precious, thank you, pretty…” He slides the fabric slowly up, his fingertips still brushing against your soft skin.
He takes it off of you without touching the blindfold.
You still have a bra, and a skirt on. “W-wait!” you speak up, and he halts completely, a little surprised, but not at all upset.
You sit up so that you can reach behind you and unhook the bra. You cover yourself as you remove it, and your face heats up as it sets in that you’re willingly exposing yourself to someone.
“You’re wonderful,” he whispers awestruck, “So very wonderful. Will you let me look at you?”
Slowly you nod your head, and slowly you remove one hand, then the second. Your fists are clutched so tightly your knuckles have turned white. You turn your head, embarrassed.
“It’s okay, c’mere,” he gently takes your chin into his hand and turns your face back to him, his lips capture yours.
The love he feels pours freely into your soul.
One hand now cups your bare breast, and massages you tenderly.
“mm,” quiet moans leave your body for his.
He continues to kiss you and fondle your skin, his fingers move further up and stop to pinch your nipple.
“Mmm!” you’re surprised by the feeling but it’s so good… Your core heats up to extreme levels.
You rub your legs together this time for more friction, rather than to hide.
He pulls back with a smile. “You’re so perfect.” he says breathily, enraptured by you.
The hand under your chin moves back down ghosting over your body so you know at all times where it’s at.
“Haaaa” Your body twitches as he moves over some spots. “mM!”
“shhhhh, shhhhh, it’s gonna be alright. I’m gonna make everything all alright.” his already soft voice gets even softer with every one of his guarantees.
“O-mmm!-kay” you breathe out effortlessly, finding your voice, and still feeling the pleasure building in your core.
His fingers split into a “v” as they encase your clit and push down, then close slowly as they slide back up with the same force.
Your hips buck up, “Ahh!! mmmm! oh no! no…” you whine.
His smile softens, “do you want me to stop?”
“No! P-please… D-don’t…” you shake your head and grab his arm with both hands.
He dips back inside of you before dragging them all the way back up and he repeats this until you climax again.
You shudder out a sigh, “Th-thank youu…” You whimper.
“Thank you, pretty, you’re givin’ me s’much”
He repositions you both so that your legs fall on either side of him.
You feel him lift your thighs and press them not too uncomfortably closer to your body.
“I’m going to enter you now, is that okay?”
You nod vigorously, “Mmhm! p-please…” You cover your lips with your hands, he lets you, smiling as he admires your every move.
You feel his hot, spongey tip press against your hole. You brace. then he slides it up your slit, before he taps it to your clit. You jump a little and smile back while biting your lip gently this time.
“Good, you’re doin’ s’good f’me” his hips roll, sliding his burning cock up and down your folds.
Your hole twitches around nothing as you come again, as you do he guides the tip into you with an almost *pop*
You inhale while he exhales, both moaning at the sudden sensation.
You squeeze him as your pussy twitches involuntarily. He holds himself there, and presses his hand to your stomach, resting his thumb over your clit.
As you come down he rubs in circles, he slides in at the same time, letting you adjust to his size as he goes.
He bottoms out and you feel fuller than you ever have in your life. “Such a good, good girl.” his voice is a little more strained now, he’s feeling the pleasure just like you are.
His tip kisses your womb.
Gently he pulls out a little bit, before pushing back in, kissing your womb again.
“I’m-gonna cum inside you. Do you want that?” he circles your clit at an even pace.
“Mhm!”
“Use.. Your words, pretty,” he sighs blissfully.
“P-please, Jasper! Cum inside me!” You’ve never wanted anyone to until today. And you want it right now more than anything else in the world.
“Of course, I’ll—fill you up, pretty” He leans down over you and grabs the headboard for more stability.
You feel that he’s closer to you and you reach up blindly to hold him as best you can.
He starts a steady and easy pace to follow, you meet every thrust with your hips.
Every time he enters the pressure against your insides turns hotter and hotter, spinning a coil inside you so tightly you see stars.
He speeds up when he feels you can handle it, and slows down when you get too high.
His dick twitches inside of you and he presses the hardest he has into you yet, you come more powerfully than all the times leading up to this and you cry out his name, “Jasper! oh! oh my, Jasper! Jasper!”
He continues to thrust in a couple more times until you feel his body shudder and your womb is filled to the brim.
“Jas-per! Jas-!” His lips crash against yours he holds the headboard with both hands now, regaining his senses while he remains inside you.
“I love you, Y/N”
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a lots gonna change pt.16
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Summary: Married life isn’t great, infidelity ensues, and things change.
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As soon as the ER’S automatic doors whooshed open, you were racing to the front desk. You’d left Lila at home with Abby, who insisted she’d be okay to take care of the child. Honestly you were surprised you hadn’t been pulled over with the speed you were driving, you’re sure you probably ran at least two red lights in the process of getting to the hospital. You stopped at the front desk, a blonde woman with a bob sitting behind the glass screen, typing away at her keyboard. You were still trying to catch your breath, when she finally noticed your presence.
“Hi, are you a vision, or patient?” She asks, looking up at you.
“I’m a visitor, I’m here to see Ellie Williams, she was brought in 3 hours ago.” Your voice breaks and you nervously tap your fingers against the wooded barrier that separated you from her.
“I see, and what is your relationship to the patient?” She reaches into a drawer and pulls out a sheet of stickers.
“She’s my wife, can I see her, please?” Your heart is beating out of your chest and you watch as she takes a fluorescent green sticker with the word “Visitor” printed in bold writing. She hands it to you and immediately, you stick it to your shirt. Your feet are tapping against the tile, as she types into her computer and then finally turns back to face you.
“Room 123, down the hall on your left.”
You immediately speed down the hall and find the room, you don’t bother knocking and instead rush into the room. It was bleak, a single bed where your ex lay unconscious, two armchairs, one in which Joel was sat with his head in his hands and an array of medical equipment stored in boxes. Joel is started when he notices your presence, immediately coming over to you.
“What happened?” He wraps his arms around you as tears fall freely from your eyes, but no words leave the mans mouth. He just holds you tightly, afraid you’d disappear.
“Joel?” You slowly remove yourself from the hug, looking into his eyes, searching for answers.
“She was stabbed, her neighbour heard commotion, saw the front door open and immediately called the cops. They said if she hadn’t called when she did we could’ve lost her completely.”
You feel a wave of nausea hit you, you could’ve lost her. You didn’t know why but immediately you felt like somehow this was your fault. Like in some way you had something to do with this. You were so focused on finding a way to blame yourself that you hadn’t even registered or asked who had done it.
“Who, who did this to her?” You ask urgently, and you see Joel hesitate, his eyes looking away from yours as he shifts uncomfortably.
Before you can pester the information out of him, a knock sounds from the door and you’re met with two police officers.
“Are you Y/N, the ex-wife?” The male officer asks, a notebook in his hand and a phone in the other. You nod hesitantly, afraid of what they might want from you.
“Do you mind coming with us? We’d like to speak to you about the events of tonight.” The female officer now says, and you feel Joel’s hand on your shoulder. You turn to see him nod and you mumble a quiet “Yes” Before following the officers outside into an empty office down the hall.
“Have a seat, this shouldn’t take too long” The male officer sits down across from you, the female sitting besides him, and you take a seat in the patient chair.
“Alright Y/N, I’m officer Wallis, and this is officer James, you’re not in trouble we just need your help to help further our investigation.” The female officer says to you, and once again you nod. Your eyes are still spilling tears, and all you can see is the image of Ellie laying in that bed unconscious.
“I assume you were told that you ex-wife was stabbed tonight?” Officer James asks as he looks up at you, pen in his hands as he writes notes in the book he’d brought with him.
“Yes.” You say, knowing that was the extent of what Joel told you had happened.
“Alright, are you familiar with a Miss Amelia Mitchell?” Officer Wallis asks, as she opens a thick off-white envelope.
It doesn’t register to you at first, Amelia Mitchell? You’d never heard, nor met an Amelia Mitchell.
“Um, no. I’m not familiar with that name officer.” Officer Wallis nods, then reaches into the envelope, pulling out a stack of photos. She picks one out, turning it towards you and immediately your heart rate speeds up. Amelia Mitchell. It was Amelia, the Amelia that Ellie had an affair with. How was she relevant to this situation? It had been 2 years since the affair and the separation, why all of a sudden were you being asked about her.
“Based on your reaction, I’m assuming you’re familiar with this person?”
“Yes, my wife had an affair with her, but that was two years ago” Your mind is racing, all you want is answers, and no-one seems to be giving them to you.
“Ex-wife” The male officer corrects you, and you’re too stressed out to register that you had even made that mistake.
“What does this have to do with anything? I would like to be with Ellie right now, so can we speed this up?” You were growing annoyed, and the officer correcting you on the status of you and Ellies relationship didn’t nothing to aid the annoyance.
“Amelia was responsible for the stabbing of your ex-wife, she had plans of coming after you and your daughter next” Your ears being to ring, your throat going unreasonably dry and your eyes suddenly droop.
“Y/N?” Officer Wallis calls out to you, your mind in a far off place.
“Y/N?” You’re broken out of your trance when officer James snaps his fingers together, trying to grab your attention.
“Where is she?” The words make their way out of your mouth without hesitancy.
“She’s currently detained, no harm will come to your family I can assure you that.” You can see the empathy in her smile, as she says this and you nod hesitantly.
“How did you know, that she wanted to hurt…” You can’t even bring yourself to complete the sentence, the thought of you baby being hurt making you want to retch.
“We caught her at a motel near Ms. Williams home. She had a book full of plans she had premeditated, but that’s now in evidence.” You nod at officer James’ words, however the fear still lingers. Ellie was hurt, and if Amelia hadn’t been caught tonight Lila could’ve been next. You didn’t care for yourself, but if your daughter had anything happened to her, you weren’t sure you’d cope.
“We can assure you that no further harm will come to you, Ms. Williams or your daughter. Amelia will be behind bars for a long time.”
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Joel knew you were frightened, on top of that the both of you were exhausted. It was nearing 4am and Ellie still hadn’t woken up. The doctor assured the two of you that she wasn’t in a coma, but that the anaesthetics she had been under were strong, given the procedure to remove the knife required she stay rested post surgery. You had told Joel all about the Amelia situation, about how she had planned to hurt you and Lila. The two of you had broken down in another puddle of tears, for the second time today. All you wanted was for Ellie to be okay, you wanted to hold her, tell her everything would be alright. You couldn’t believe that after two years that psycho would still feel the need to get revenge against your family. As if she hadn’t already done enough damage.
All too soon thoughts of Amelia leave your mind, as your eyes begin to droop, sleep finally beginning to take over your body. Slouched in the laughably small hospital chair, with Joel beside you, you lean on your shoulder with your eyes closed. You’re however alarmed by a faint voice calling out to you, causing you to open your eyes suddenly. You were startled to see Ellie trying to sit up, and immediately you scrambled towards her.
“Joel, go get the nurse” He jumps from his chair, exiting the room in search for the nurse.
You hear the door shut and turn to a groggy and confused Ellie, your hands smoothening her short hair as you carefully sit on the bed with her. Tears once again fall from your eyes, she was okay and she was here with you. Her face softened when she saw you were crying and she took your hand in hers, holding them tightly, as if you would disappear if she let go.
“I’m alive, and you’re here.”
“Ofcourse I’m here, I’ll always be here for you El’s”
“I thought I was going to die, I though I’d never see you or Lila again” Her voice is groggy as she makes the confession, a lone tear leaving her left eye as she looks at you.
“Shhh, don’t think about that, I’m here with you now, I’m not going anywhere.” You place a gentle kiss on her warm forehead, and she holds onto you with both arms. You’re both interrupted by the sound of the door opening, Joel and the nurse entering in haste.
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It had been three days since the stabbing, and you were finally bringing Ellie home. Lila had spent the past three days at Dina’s, as you didn’t want to put all that responsibility on Abby. You’d go to Dina and Jesse’s for 4 hours of the day, to shower, eat and put Lila to bed and then you were back at the hospital. Your little girl was understanding of the situation, but didn’t know the real reason as to why Momma was in the hospital.
Both you, Joel and Ellie had agreed it was best you’d told her that Ellie had appendicitis, and had to have her appendix removed, as she was far too young to know the truth. When the doctors had told you that Ellies recovery would recover lots of attention and care specifically when sleeping as she was at risk of concussion due to hitting her head, you insisted she stay with you. A part of you also didn’t feel comfortable being without her. After almost loosing her, you couldn’t bare the thought of leaving her to recover on her own.
“Alright Els, Joel’s gonna bring you downstairs and I’ll meet you in the car” You say, as you stand from the hospital bed. She nods, and then smiles fondly.
“I can’t wait to see her, I miss her so much.” You smile, knowing she hadn’t seen Lila in over a week, they had facetious but it wasn’t the same and you knew it. All the two of them would ask about was each other.
“She can’t wait to see you either, she’s been pestering D and J all day.” You grab the duffel bag that had a few of Ellies clothes you had brought over and then place a kiss on her cheek, proceeding to make your way to the door.
The car ride home was short, and as you pulled into the driveway you spotted two cars, Dina’s and Abbys. You knew Dina, Jesse, JJ and Lila were at the house waiting, but Abby hadn’t told you she was coming. You let out a sigh, hoping things would go smoothly and put the car into park. You exited the car, Joel doing the same but instead of heading to the door he assisted Ellie in getting out of the vehicle and then walked her to the door.
“Momma!” You heard Lila’s loud squeal as she came running full speed towards Ellie, crashing into her legs and enveloping her in a hug.
“Careful Lila, you damn near knocked your Momma over, remember what we said, we gotta be gentle.” Joel hisses at the girl and all she does is smile brightly, looking up at Ellie. The pure adoration in her eyes, making both you and her other mother melt.
“It’s fine Joel” Ellie laughs as she ruffles Lila’s hair, usually she’d crouch down but in her condition that was a no go. “I missed you so much baby.” She smiles as she stroked Lilas cheeks, too occupied with her daughter she misses the entrance of Jesse, Dina and JJ who had all appeared in the walkway. You leave them to make their greeting with Ellie and enter the living room to find it empty, you wander into the kitchen and lo and behold, was Abby.
“Hey.” You breathe out, she seemed to be cooking something. A wooden spoon in her hand and a tea towel slung over her shoulder. She immediately came over to you, enveloping you in a hug and then planting hungry kisses on your neck.
“I missed you.” She breathed, her strong arms holding on to your frame as her head rested in the crook of your neck, leaving kissed there.
“Missed you too” You smile, but removing her head from your neck, the kisses becoming too passionate for your liking, especially considering the large group of people who were over at the moment.
“What was that for?” She pouts.
“Not right now Abs.” You stroke her cheek and smile, leaving her to jokingly grunt before returning to the food.
“I’m making chicken noodle soup, was going to bring it to the hospital but I found Dina, Jesse and the kids here and they told me Ellie was coming home today.” She turns the stove off and then places the lid on top of the cooking pot.
“Thats very thoughtful, and yeah Ellie’s going to be staying with us”
“I see, how long?” Her eyes refuse to meet yours and you can tell she’s growing upset.
“I’m not sure, it depends on how her recovery goes” She rolls her eyes and you immediately grow defensive.
“Abby, really? She had no one else, she needs her family right now.” You cross your arms, not wanting to start a fight right now, but yet you needed to address her concern.
“Joel’s her family, she can’t stay with him?” She comes closer to you, and you take a step back. She immediately goes red at your actions.
“We’re her family too, Lila and I will always be her family and you’d do right to remember that.”
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bwabys-scenarios · 5 months
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Fixer Upper
Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader
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warning: mentions of vomiting, characters sick, Kurapika keeps trying to cop a feel while he’s sick and feverish, mentions of child abuse/neglect, Killua has abandonment issues
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(Name) was woken up at 3 am the next night by a knock on her door. She blinked awake slowly, wobbling over to the door before opening it.
Gon stood behind it, looking a little pale, with flushed cheeks. “(Name)… I threw up…”
(Name) took a moment to stare at him, taking a deep breath before sighing. “Come here baby, I’ll get you some medicine.”
Gon sat on her bed as she fished through her cabinet for some medicine, but he came rushing into her bathroom to throw up into the toilet again before she could find it.
“Oh, Gon…”
She patted his back as he hurled, cooing softly. “That’s it sweetheart, get it all up. I’m here.”
When he was done, she gently wiped his face before guiding him back to her bed. “Lay down… shit, you’re burning up!”
(Name) rubbed his back before standing back up. ‘Shit… I hope this is just some food poisoning and not anything contagious.’
It didn’t take long for Killua and Kurapika to arrive as well, both looking tired and confused.
“What’s wrong with Gon? He ran out of our room a minute ago…” Killua asked, concern evident in his tired eyes.
“Yeah, I heard him throwing up in the downstairs bathroom.” Kurapika said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
(Name) sighed softly, comforting Gon as he held his stomach. “I’m not sure, I would call Leorio to come check on him, but after he helped me drop off my van yesterday, he had to leave for a medical conference hosted by his college. He’ll be busy for the next few days.”
Killua sat down next to (Name) patting Gon’s back tenderly. “You’re gonna be okay, I’m here.”
Kurapika yawned. “I’m going back to bed, come get me if something else happens.”
The blonde left, walking downstairs. “Killua, you should get to bed too. I’ll take care of Gon, you get some rest.”
Killua looked like he didn’t want to leave, gently brushing some of Gon’s hair back. “I’ll be okay, Killua. (Name) will take care of me…”
Killua swallowed, glancing at (Name) before getting up and leaving. “Goodnight…”
(Name) took care of Gon through the night, barely getting any sleep. Near dawn, Gon settled down enough for her to pass out next to him, only to be awakened two hours later by the sound of someone throwing up.
“Gon, baby, do you need me to come hold your hair-“
But Gon was still lying next to her in bed, face flushed with fever.
“No…”
She jumped up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she sprinted down the stairs. In the hallway, Killua said in a crumpled heap, vomit covering the floor. “Oh, Killua…”
He looked up weakly, looking absolutely miserable. “I tried to get to the bathroom…”
Her heart broke, he looked embarrassed and was attempting to stand and clean up his mess. “No, no sweetheart it’s okay. Shh…”
She gently picked him up, carrying the teen to the living room and laying him down on the couch. She grabbed a bucket and put a trash bag in it, setting it beside him before covering him in a blanket. “Rest sweetheart, if you can’t make it to the bathroom, there’s a bucket right there okay?”
He nodded, eyes fluttering closed as he panted softly. (Name) placed her hand on his forehead, her eyebrows knitting together in concern. ‘He has a fever too. Well, this confirms it, whatever Gon has is contagious.’
(Name) made quick work of cleaning up the throw up in the hallway, hearing a door open near her and someone yawn. “(Name)? What are y-“
He spotted what she was cleaning up and made a face. “Did Gon walk downstairs just to throw up on the floor?”
(Name) held back a snicker, giving him a look. “No, Killua is sick too. Speaking of Gon, do you think you can carry him downstairs? It’ll be easier to take care of them both if they’re in the same spot.”
Kurapika nodded. “I’ll put some coffee on too.”
(Name) sighed in relief, giving him a grateful smile. “Thank you.”
(Name) placed an air mattress on the floor, finishing blowing it up just in time for Kurapika to come in carrying Gon. “He’s burning up.”
(Name) nodded. “Yeah, it’s about time for his next round of medicine.”
Kurapika watched as she quickly gave the both of them medication, before sitting down at the kitchen table to sip her coffee. From the bags under her eyes and her messy hair he could tell she barely slept.
“(Name)… do you need some help? Taking care of two kids won’t be easy.”
She nodded, rubbing her temple. “Yes, that would make things a hell of a lot easier on me.”
The blonde followed her to the kitchen, watching as she began taking out vegetables. “You can cut these up while I put some chicken on to boil. After that I’ll need to check their temperature again.”
The sound of one of them throwing up again had her rushing out of the kitchen. Kurapika winced. ‘How is she able to deal with that? I can’t even look at vomit without getting sick.’
He sat at the kitchen table cutting up vegetables, glancing up when she walked back in. “Killua is still throwing up, and can’t keep his medicine down. I’m hoping if I get his fever to go down he’ll be able to take some medicine, so I’ll need to cool him off…”
She got a rag wet, squeezing out the excess water before returning to place it on his forehead. “Mom… mom please don’t go…”
Killua grabbed her arm, his face flushed with fever. She sighed, gently pushing back his hair. “I’m so sorry, Killua, but I have to cook and take care of Gon too. I promise when I’m done I’ll come and sit with you, okay?”
He nodded slowly, letting her sleeve go. (Name) gave him a soft smile before she returned to the kitchen to wash her hands. “Kurapika, could you go watch over them while I cook? Just come get me if they start throwing up or if they need me.”
(Name) continued cooking, pulling on her frilly pink apron. It only took five minutes for Kurapika to walk back in, looking defeated.
“Kurapika? Do they need something?”
He shook his head, collapsing into a chair. “Killua started crying as soon as I showed my face. He said he already felt sick enough without having me ‘stinking up the place’.”
He used air quotes on the last part, giving (Name) an annoyed look. “Even when he’s sick he’s such a-“
“Kurapika.”
She wielded a wooden spoon, shaking it at him. “He’s sick, I promise he doesn’t actually hate you.”
She turned back to the stove, frowning. “Probably.”
Kurapika scoffed, crossing one leg over the other. “Even you can’t say for sure if he hates me. What have I don’t that’s so bad he can’t even let me take care of him?”
The silence that filled the kitchen was deafening.
‘Oh. That, I did that.’
Kurapika rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, remembering all the things he’s said and done. “(Name), I…”
She held up her hand, glancing back at him with a soft smile. “Please, I don’t want to think about that right now. I have enough on my mind.”
He looked at his lap, clutching the fabric of his sweatpants. Kurapika hated that he couldn’t just apologize and move on.
He held onto his anger, it was the only thing that kept him warm at night during those two years he spent apart from her. If it faded away and she didn’t want him, what would he have left? He’d spent half his life in a blinding rage, stuck in the past. Kurapika didn’t know anything else.
So he stayed quiet, helping her prepare the chicken noodle soup and hand out medicine. Kurapika at least wanted to be somewhat useful to her, after taking advantage of her love and kindness over and over again.
Kurapika spent the next few hours hovering around her, jumping up to do whatever she asked of him. Unfortunately, Kurapika hadn’t taken care of someone sick since he was young. Pairo was the last person he’d tended to in such a way, and that had been nearly a decade ago.
He attempted to carry their soup to them, only to spill it. “It’s okay, Kurapika, I can just make them some more. Just clean it up for me!”
She came back after feeding them to see him sulking in his seat, his shirt covered in soup. “… Kurapika? What happened?”
“… I fell in the soup.”
“What?”
She tried not to laugh, but he was looking up at her, his shirt covered in soup, looking distraught.
“Haha, go change, silly.”
She pulled him up, patting his back reassuringly. “Okay… I’ll be right back.”
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(Name) collapsed onto the air mattress her and Kurapika would be sharing, the blonde rubbing soothing circles into her back. “You should rest, (Name). If they make some sound, you’ll hear them.”
She whines a little, groaning into her pillow. “Ugh… you’re right but just thinking of them getting sick and not having me with them makes me anxious. Killua gets… he gets scared when I’m gone for too long.”
Kurapika raised an eyebrow. “Scared? Why would Killua be scared if you’re gone for too long?”
She was hiding something from him, and it was beginning to frustrate him. “What are you hiding from me, (Name)? Something happened to have Killua act like this. He has nightmares, he can’t be away from you too long… what happened?”
She couldn’t look at him, pulling the blanket they shared up to her chin. “… it’s too much for you. You don’t want to know.”
Kurapika scoffed, causing her to blink and look at him. “Oh please, you think anything you been through is worse than what I’ve dealt with?”
When she didn’t answer and instead scooted away from him, he stopped, attempting to place a hand on his shoulder. “Wait, (Name), I didn’t mean it like th-“
She pushed his hand off of his shoulder, facing away from him. “… just go to sleep, Kurapika.”
Kurapika didn’t push any further, cursing himself for being stupid. But a part of him really believed what he said. What could she have gone through that he wouldn’t be able to handle hearing?
If only he knew.
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(Name) fell asleep angry, and hurt. ‘How could he say that? He doesn’t even know what happened, the pain we went through…’
But when she woke up a few hours later, hearing the man behind her groaning in pain, her anger faded away into worry. “Kurapika?”
She attempted to turn around to look at him, but was kept still by his arms wrapping around her waist. She kept still, gently grasping his hand. “Are you okay?”
His hand was hot and clammy, his breath warm against her neck. He was panting, and just from the sound of his breathing alone he could hear he was congested.
(Name) attempted to get up, but the blonde whined, pulling her closer. “No… don’t leave… I’m sorry for… for earlier…”
She was trying to get up to get him some medicine before he got any worse, having forgotten his harsh words from before. “Kurapika…”
He nuzzled his head into her shoulder, panting softly. “Please… just… just want you to stay with me…”
She wanted to wiggle away, to scold him, but couldn’t. His hands were trembling, his tone desperate and needy. Kurapika needed her in this moment, and she wouldn’t deny him human kindness and comfort.
“Shh, it’s okay. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.”
This caused the blonde to relax, his grip loosening slightly. She reached her hand back to caress his cheek. “Go back to sleep, Kurapika. You’re going ti need it.”
As if he was a child being commanded to sleepy by his mother, the usually defiant Kurapika settled back down, falling asleep against her.
(Name) waited for him to fall into a deep sleep before she wiggled out of his grasp and stood up to check on the others. Both of them were still sound asleep, so she simply replaced the rags on their foreheads with fresh, cool ones to keep their fevers down before grabbing some medicine for Kurapika.
His face was flushed, his eyebrows furrowed as he searched for (Name) in his sleep. She held onto his hand, the blonde relaxing once she did. “Kurapika, sweetheart, wake up.”
He did, looking absolutely miserable. She helped him sit up, letting the blonde lean against her shoulder as she gave him his medicine.
She turned, about to leave to put the medicine up. “You’re doing good, Pika. Now just lay back d-“
Before she could finish, the blonde pulled her into his arms by her hips. She squeaked, feeling him nuzzle into her neck, leaving little kisses on her sensitive skin.
“H-hey, stop th-“
She gasped when his hand travelled down, playing with waistband of her panties. His breath was hot against her neck, and she could feel his hard on pressing against her ass.
“Made me… made me feel good in the van. Wanna… return the favor…”
She wiggled in his grasp, face burning hot. “K-Kurapika, you don’t have to do that, you’re sick, you’re not thinking str-“
The feeling of his warm fingers sliding into her panties made her whine, and she knew if she couldn’t reason with him, she’d have to take drastic measures.
“Sorry, Pika!”
She grabbed his arm and used her nen to speed up his cells, making his grip loosen as he lost consciousness due to the stamina his body would need to catch up.
(Name) sighed in relief, wiggling out of his arms and deciding to sleep on the floor instead.
But she couldn’t help the warmth pooling between her legs, the woman biting her lip as she slipped her hand downwards. ‘He… he was so close to touching me…’
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(Name) woke up to the sound of someone shuffling past her to the bathroom. She looked up to see Gon, his face pale and eyes sleepy.
‘At least he’s able to walk.’ she thought, sitting up and stretching. (Name) glanced down at Kurapika, who was panting and sweating in his sleep.
“Shit, Kurapika? Are you okay?”
When he didn’t answer, she sprinted to the kitchen to get a cool, wet rag. She placed it on his forward, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face.
It took a few minutes, but when he cooled down enough, he looked up at her with blurry eyes.
“Hahh… you’re like… an angel…”
She blinked, her own cheeks beginning to heat up. “H-huh? Angel?”
He reached his hand up to cup her cheek, smiling fondly. “So pretty… my angel, my own angel…”
His words were making her head feel fuzzy, and she couldn’t help but look down at him, here eyes soft. “Mhm, I’m your angel, Kurapika. I’m here to take care of you.”
She caressed his cheek, helping to soothe him back to sleep. After that, she glanced over to see Killua watching her with a pout.
“You said you’d come sit with me…”
She tried not to laugh at his grumpy expression, standing up. “You’re right, I did. Make some room.”
(Name) sat down on the couch, turning the TV back on and letting killua lay his head in her lap. She played with his hair, watching as Gon walked back in. He took one look at the two before climbing onto the couch and laying next to Killua.
She wanted to squeal, the looked so cute cuddling together, their heads resting on her lap. After making sure they were sound asleep, (Name) took a quick picture of the two. ‘This is going on our Christmas card..’
(Name) only got up when their heads got too heavy, gently pushing them off before getting up to get their next round of medicine and food.
Killua and Gon munched on a banana each as (Name) spoon fed Kurapika some chicken noodle soup. Thankfully Kurapika hadn’t been throwing up, she had caught his sickness just in time to prevent him from getting to Gon and Killua’s stage.
“This is good… you made it?” Kurapika asked, still clinging to her.
“I did, and you helped me, remember?” she asked, gently wiping soup soup from his chin with a napkin. He looked at her with those hazy, half lidded eyes.
“Mmm… don’t think I did…”
He munched on some bread she served with the soup, leaning on her shoulder. Kurapika had been extremely clingy the past day, finding any opportunity to muzzle into her, his hands roaming downwards until they reached the waistband of her pants.
(Name) had to smack his hand, giving him a stern look. “No, Kurapika. No touching, now lay back down.”
He whined a little, pouting at her before turning around with a huff and covering his head with his blanket. Kurapika’s sock covered feet poked out, and (Name) could only snicker. ‘What a brat.’
As she got everyone ready for bed, (Name) realized she was starting to feel… tired. She looked over to the others, Gon and Killua shivering from fevers and Kurapika mumbling in his sleep about angels.
‘I hope I’m not sick too, who will take care of them?’
(Name) sighed, lying own on her makeshift pallet. “Goodnight, boys…”
In the middle of the night, (Name) woke with a start, jumping up and running to the bathroom. She barely had time to fall in front of the toilet before she was throwing up, moaning miserably.
“(Name)..?”
Kurapika stumbled to the bathroom, looking concerned. His face was still flushed with fever, but he sat behind her and pulled her hair back as she continued. “It’s okay…”
He patted her back, trying to be as soothing as his fever riddled brain could let him.
When she was done, she stood up and walked with shaky legs to the sink, rinsing out her mouth and washing off her face. “Shit…”
Kurapika say ok the floor, watching her as she pulled out her phone. She scrolled through her contacts, holding her stomach.
“(Name)? Sunshine, is something wrong?”
(Name) sighed, pushing back her hair from her sweaty forehead. “Leorio, when will you be back? The other three were sick and I was taking care of them, but now I’m sick too.”
“You’re sick? What are your symptoms?”
As (Name) listed out her symptoms, Kurapika couldn’t help but feel like it was her fault he was sick. He’d been clinging to her like a child, insisting she hold him.
But Kurapika hadn’t had someone to take care of him when he was sick for a while. After losing his clan at the age of twelve, he’d been taking care of himself since. There were days he’d sit in a tent, shivering from his fever and the cold as a thunderstorm raged outside, having no one but himself.
So when (Name) began taking care of him so tenderly, he leaned into it. His tired, feverish mind couldn’t help but want her comfort, it was as if the child inside him needed to be taken care of even more than his sickness.
“I can be home by tomorrow. Can you handle it until then?”
(Name) sighed into the phone, rubbing her forehead. “Yeah, yeah I can do it. Good thing I prepared s-“
She groaned, handing her phone to Kurapika as she began to vomit into the toilet again.
“(Name)? (Name) what’s going on?! Are you okay?”
Kurapika held the phone up to his ear, his words slightly slurred from the fever. “She’s throwing up, Leorio. What… what can I do to help her?”
Leorio sighed. “Just be there for her. Hold back her hair and help her lay back down. I’ve got to go, please… make sure she doesn’t overwork herself.”
The phone call ended, Kurapika moving to hold back her hair.
——————
“(Name)…”
Killua looked to the person he considered his mom, watching as she stumbled out of the kitchen, carrying medicine and food. “Mom, you shouldn’t be walking right now. You’re sick too.”
She sat down next to him and Gon, offering them some medicine. They took it, only because they didn’t want her stressing over it.
“I’m fine, Killua. If I don’t take care of us, then no one will. Leorio will be here by tomorrow, I can tough it out until then.”
She tried to smile to relieve his worries, but it didn’t seem to be working. Killua held onto her arm, his lip quivering. “Mom… please. I don’t… I don’t want to be a burden to you.”
Her eyes widened when tears started to fall down his cheeks. Gon, who had been silently watching moved closer to hug him, (Name) pulling them both into her arms. “Oh, killua baby, what’s gotten into you? You’ve never been a…”
He’d fallen asleep before she could say anything else, sniffling in his sleep. Gon gave her a look of concern, frowning. “He… he’s right, you should also rest. I… I…”
Gon started to cry too, and now she was having to tuck Killua in while Gon cried into her shoulder. ‘My poor babies…’
Kurapika watched this from his air mattress, clutching his pillow tight. ‘She’s trying so hard… I… I don’t want her to get any worse…’
And now he was crying too, (Name) spotting him. “K-Kurapika, you too? Why is everyone so sad?”
She sat on the floor so she could pat both of their heads, stretching her arms to reach them.
After they also fell asleep, she took some medicine for herself, eating a bit of a banana to put something on her stomach.
Memories of being a child flashed in her mind, specifically ones involving her and and brothers.
“Pepper, Mint, are you okay?”
(Name), then only 8 years old, stared down at her 4 year old twin brothers, who were crying with flushed cheeks. “Mama… mama…”
She sighed, pulling them close to her, kissing both of their heads. Her little brothers had called her mama ever since they learned how to speak.
(Name)’s mother wanted nothing to do with raising them after all, only providing the absolute bare needs. She did everything else. Dressing them, feeding them, taking care of them when they were sick, these were all things she had to do from a young age.
“What’s wrong? Are you tired?”
Mint shook his head, pointing to the bathroom. When she investigated, (Name) realized he had gotten sick and threw up. And she knew that if one of them were sick, the other was too, or would be soon enough.
She sighed, flushing the toilet and getting them to bed. “I’ll get you some medicine from Mom’s room. Just be good, okay? No crying and being loud, or Daddy will be mad.”
The twins nodded, curling up under (Name)’s comforter.
Going to their mothers room was never easy. The smell of cigarettes smoke and the lingering odor it left behind was enough to make anyone gag, especially a young child with asthma like (Name).
She held her shirt over her nose, tiptoeing to the bathroom, trying to be quiet.
“The hell are you sneaking around for?”
(Name) froze, a shiver running up her spine as she heard her mother sit up in bed. It was the middle of the night, and she was hoping she’d be knocked out well enough that (Name) wouldn’t have to worry.
“S-sorry mom, the twins are sick and I was getting them some medicine so I wouldn’t have to bother you.”
The woman scoffed, lighting up a a cigarette and taking a drag. “You’ve already bothered me plenty, you little pest. Get the medicine and get out of here, before your father wakes up and makes all of us deal with his bullshit.”
She nodded and quickly walked into the bathroom, grabbing the proper medicine then tiptoeing away. Her mother didn’t spare her a second glance, no thank you either. It’s not like (Name) was expecting it, her mother never thanked her for anything, but it would have been nice.
“Hey, wait a second (Name).”
The girl stopped, feeling a small stirring of hope in her chest as she turned to face her mother. “Yes, mom?”
The woman coughed into her fist, spitting into the trash next to her. “If you use up all that medicine, I’m taking it out of your lunch money for school. Not like you need the lunch anyways, god damn pig.”
(Name) quickly turned away before her mother could see the tears prickling in the corners of her eyes, nodding. “Yes ma’am. Goodnight.”
She closed the door behind her, moving as fast and as quietly as she could back to her room. The night would be spent staying awake and taking care of her sick brothers, with no help from her parents. She would still be forced to go to school the next day, being separated from them.
(Name) shuddered at the memory, tears rolling down her cheeks. ‘I miss them… I miss them so much…’
She hadn’t seen her brothers in nearly four years now, and from the one letter she got from them, it seemed they didn’t want to see her. They claimed she abandoned them, and she was sure her parents had something to do with it.
After all, (Name)’s only use to them had been as a future trophy wife to a rich man. When she didn’t fulfill that goal, they sent her to college so she would at least get a medical license to “take care of her parents” in the future. They claimed she owed them, that they clothed and fed her.
But they never loved (Name). The only reason they began treating her brothers better by their tenth birthday was because they would be carrying on the family legacy, going out and making money. (Name) wasn’t allowed to have the same dreams her brothers got to, but she was happy for them nonetheless. She loved them with all her heart, more like a mother than a sister.
When she dropped out of school because she couldn’t afford to take care of herself, her parents had cut her off, and because her little brothers were minors, that meant she couldn’t see them anymore either. It broke her heart, and her mother knew it did. She was a vengeful, evil woman that likes to make (Name) suffer. It made her feel better about herself to put (Name) down.
She sighed softly, sniffling as she brought her knees to her chest. In this moment (Name) felt so alone, everyone else asleep as she sat, plagued by her past.
Before she could stop, she began to cry. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, falling into her laps as her soft cries turned into a violent, loud sob.
(Name) wanted to be taken care of too! She wanted someone to kiss her forehead, to tuck her in and tell her everything would be okay. Was it too much to ask for, to be loved and cared for as thoroughly as she did for others? (Name) never asked for much, but her sickness was making her want to scream and throw a tantrum. She wanted to comforted!
A hand on her shoulder made her stop, her sobs dying down into sniffles. She looked over her shoulder to see Kurapika sitting behind her. “(Name)? Why are you crying?”
She couldn’t help it. Her lip quivered, and she quickly turned around to bury her face in his chest. “My tummy hurts, I don’t feel g-good!”
Kurapika, who was also still sick, nodded, using his clammy palm to smooth out her hair. “I know… I know, (Name)…”
She cried and cried, covering his shirt and snot and tears before she began to tire herself out. (Name) sniffled one last time before she pulled away to wipe away her tears.
If she was being honest with herself, she was expecting to look up and see Kurapika glaring down at her with a disgusted or annoyed look.
But he wasn’t. Kurapika looked worried, his face still flushed with fever, scrunched up in concern as he gently cupped her cheek. “You tired?”
She nodded, and he patted the air mattress next to them. “Come on, let’s take a nap.”
The two climbed in, and Kurapika held her as she slept, giving her the comfort she had been so desperately craving.
When she woke up the next morning, it was to the sound of her front door opening. “Oh, sunshine…”
(Name) felt someone’s hand touch her sweaty forehand. “You’re burning up…”
She looked up weakly to see Leorio wearing gloves and a face mask, his brows knit together in concern as he crouched down next to her.
“Leorio���”
She began to cry again, the man’s eyes widening when he spotted the tears falling down her cheeks. “I tried so hard… I…”
He patted her head, sighing softly. “You did, (Name). You took care of them to your best ability, and now it’s my turn. You just go back to sleep, okay? I’ll take care of you.”
She nodded, turning back to face Kurapika, who was holding onto her hand in his sleep, their fingers interlocked. (Name) snuggled into his chest, hearing him make some quiet noises of contentment before he wrapped his arms around her.
———————
The day was spent with the sick members of the group being taken care of by Leorio, and by the next day they were all better. (Name) was the only one with a fever, sleeping it off in her room as the others chatted downstairs.
Killua kept glancing at the stairs as Leorio cleaned up the living room. “Is she going to be okay?”
Leorio nodded, packing up the air mattress. “Yeah, she should be better by tonight. Kurapika, you’re leaving the day after tomorrow, yeah?”
“… yes.”
Kurapika was folding up the blankets they had used after washing them to get rid of any lingering germs. Killua didn’t seem to happy about this, leaning back on the couch as Gon napped next to him.
“You’re leaving? And do you actually plan on coming back?”
Kurapika was quiet for a moment. This is something he’d been thinking about for the past few days. Did he really have it in him to come back, knowing there was always the possibility he’d eventually have to leave for good?
“… I’m not sure yet.”
Killua rolled his eyes, crossing on leg over the other. “Yeah, well if you’re not coming back, don’t be a coward and tell her this time. I don’t want her wasting her energy on someone who’s so quick to abandon her.”
Kurapika’s frown deepened. He quickly walked away to put up the extra blankets in the spare closet.
Leorio didn’t move to stop either of them from arguing, simply sighing before standing up. Kurapika walked back in a few minutes later, the blankets gone from his arms. He looked calmer, giving Leorio a shy smile.
“So, you said you wanted to talk to us about something?”
Leorio stretched, giving the blonde a smile back. “Yeah. Killua, wake up Gon. We have some planning to do.”
(Name) woke up at around dinner time, feeling a lot better. She walked down the stairs, rubbing at her sleepy eyes.
“Guys? What are w-“
Killua and Gon hugged her, Killua giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Mom, are you feeling better?”
She laughed, pulling them both into arms. “Yeah, I’m feeling a lot better.”
They grinned, pulling back as she rubbed her eyes again. “Where are the other two?”
“They went to go get some dinner.” Gon answered, walking over to the table and picking up two pills. “Leorio told us to give you these if you woke up while he was gone. It’s your last dose!”
She nodded, taking the pills with a glass of juice. “Ahh, thank you Gon, Killua.”
She placed her empty glass in the sink, about to start doing the dishes but was stopped by Killua. “Wait, no mom. Leorio said you can’t do any cleaning. The most you should be doing tonight is walking around to stretch your legs.”
She huffed, put relented, dropping her rag in the sink and shuffling towards the couch in her bunny slippers. “Alright, alright. I hope there’s something good on Netflix to watch…”
Right before she was about to sit down, the front door opened, revealing Leorio and Kurapika, who had takeout bags in their hands. “(Name), you’re awake!”
Kurapika placed his bags on the table before jogging towards her, taking her hands and smiling. She immediately remembered the way he’d tried to slip his hand into her panties multiple times, her face heating up.
“U-Um, Kurapika… do you remember anything from when you were sick?”
He tilted his head, recognizing the flustered look on her face. “Not much, just that… you were my guardian angel the whole time.”
He blushed, squeezing her hand with a sweet smile on his face. ‘He doesn’t remember…’
“Why do you ask, (Name)? Did something happen?”
She looked away, her face growing hotter by the second. “… nope, nothing at all.”
Kurapika didn’t believe this for a second, his heart beginning to thump against his chest. “Did I do something? Did… did I say something stupid?”
“Um, anyways!”
(Name) moved past him, going to get her takeout food. Leorio, who she had told what happened whne they were alone a few hours ago, have Kurapika a look.
“I’ll tell you later.” Leorio whispered into Kurapika’s ear.
After dinner, Leorio met the blonde in his room, leaning against the wall as Kurapika fidgeted with his comforter. “So? What… what happened?”
Leorio made a face. “Are you sure you want to know, Kurapika?”
Kurapika turned pale, a nervous sweat beginning to bead at his forehead. “… is it that bad?”
“It’s pretty bad.”
Kurapika hissed through his teeth, rubbing his temple. “Okay, just rip the bandaid off. Tell me.”
Leorio moved to sit on the bed, giving him a reassuring pat to his shoulder. “Well, first of all you kept whining and making her cuddle you.”
Kurapika groaned, feeling his cheeks heat up with embarrassment. “You say that as if it’s not the only embarrassing thing I did.”
“… well…”
The blonde looked at him in astonishment.
“You kind of… slipped your hand into her panties.”
“…”
“More than once.”
“Oh my god.”
Now, not only was he embarrassed, but he was rock hard. (Name) must hate him now!
“Did… did I-“
“Don’t worry, she pushed you away before you uh… touched her.”
Kurapika sighed, leaning against his bed. Leorio glanced down at him, raising an eyebrow. “She said you were really intent on making up for… her helping you in the van. Which by the way, she wouldn’t give me any details on. Did she give you a blowjob or something?”
Kurapika hit Leorio with his pillow. “Hey, that’s not any of your business. And… no. We uh… kept all of our clothes on.”
“No… don’t tell me… dry humping? You came in your pants?”
Kurapika’s face burned bright red. “Shut up!”
Leorio sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “God that’s hot. Wish it were me.”
Kurapika stared at him for a minute, before smacking him with his pillow over and over. “Fucking pervert!”
“Ouch! Ouch, hey you have no room to talk! I’m not the one that stole her-“
Kurapika held the pillow over his head, suffocating him. “Perish.”
Leorio wiggles around, smacking Kurapika’s arm. Before anything else could happen, there was a knock on the door. “Kurapika? Leorio?”
It was (Name)’s voice!
Kurapika pulled the pillow off of Leorio’s face, walking towards the door and smiling as if nothing happened. “(Name), are you feeling better?”
She groaned, waving her hand. “Yess, I’m feeling fine. I just wanted to gone and say goodnight.”
(Name) was wearing a fresh pair of pajamas, her hair still wet from her shower. Honestly she smelled amazing, and Kurapika was having trouble concentrating.
“Well… I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She turned to leave, but Kurapika grabbed her wrist. “W-wait!”
He pulled her closer, looking down her with his soft, scarlet eyes. “I… wanted to thank you for taking care of me. I don’t… remember much, but I do know you made me feel…”
‘Loved, safe, taken care of-‘
“Better. You made me feel better.”
There were so many other ways she made him feel, but he couldn’t bring himself to say the more tender, intimate ways. “Pika, I promise it was no trouble, you don’t have to thank me.”
He shook his head, squeezing her hand. “No, I appreciate it. Really.”
He took a deep breath, hyping himself up before he said the next thing.
“When I was sick… when you were there for me when I hurt my head during the hunter exam… you were like my guardian angel.”
She felt her cheeks heat up when he brought her hand up to his lips, giving her knuckles a kiss. “Thank you, angel.”
“A-angel?”
He gave her a smile, one that (Name) couldn’t decide being shy or sly. “Yes, angel. Goodnight.”
Kurapika watched her walk away before closing his bedroom door and sliding against it to the floor, his heart thundering in his chest. He knew his face had to be bright red, and he could hear Leorio laughing at him faintly as the blood rushed to his ears.
“Holy shit, that was smooth. Angel, huh?”
Kurapika glared at the man, but was too flustered, trying to recover from his flirting attempt to do anything other than that.
“Why are you still in here? Go away.”
Leorio rolled his eyes, sitting up and walking towards the door. Before he left, his shoulders became tense, and he looked back at Kurapika with a neutral expression.
“Killua was right about what he said earlier, Kurapika. If you’re going to leave for good, tell (Name). Don’t lead her on then abandon her once she’s finally gotten comfortable with the thought of you sticking around.”
Leorio opened the door, looking forward again. “I don’t think she could take that.”
Kurapika felt his heart slow down, the weight of Leorio’s words sinking in. “… I understand.”
“Good. See you in the morning, Kurapika.”
Kurapika nodded, watching Leorio leave before climbing into bed.
———————
(Name) was feeling completely better by the next morning, waking up and cooking breakfast. Leorio was the first to join her in the kitchen, a soft smile on his face.
“Hey sunshine, you feelin’ better?”
She giggled, looking back at him. “God, how many times do I have to say I’m okay? You all worry too much.”
He huffed, coming up behind her to each around and place a hand on her forehead. “Hmm… no fever. Any symptoms? Vomiting, diarrhea, nausea, chest aches-“
“Leorio, don’t talk about that stuff while I’m cooking, you’ll actually make me sick.”
He chuckled, pulling his hand away and leaning against the counter near her. “Sorry, sorry. We were all pretty worried about you, ya know? Especially Killua and Kurapika. They were both crying when I carried you upstairs for your own private rest time.”
She glanced at him, trying not to laugh. “They cried, really?”
“Well, Killua was also saying things like ‘no mom don’t leave me with Kurapika, I’m sick enough already!’ while Kurapika attempted to cling to your leg.”
She let out a giggle, holding a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god, what brats.”
“You’re telling me!”
They both laughed, Leorio feeling his heart race at her smiling face. He gently tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, his eyes soft.
“You know, since you’re feeling better, I wanted to see if you were up for something fun tonight. Kurapika’s leaving for his mission tomorrow morning, and Gon is going back home to whale island that night.”
(Name) hummed, placing another pancake on the platter next to her before pouring more batter into her skillet. “What did you have planned, Leorio?”
The man scratched the back of his neck. “Haha, how did you know I have something planned?”
“I didn’t, you just told me you did now.”
Leorio blinked, his lips pursing. “Oh, you tricky woman.”
She turned off the stove, turning back to him. “So? What’s your big plans, sweetheart?”
The faintest blush appeared on his cheeks. (Name) didn’t use pet names with him often, but every time she did it made his heart race. “Well… I heard the local corn maze just opened up last weekend.”
She gasped, nearly dropping her spatula, Leorio catching it for her. “Really? Oh, I wanted to go last year but-“
“The crocodile incident, yeah I remember. I heard you can buy tickets online to cut the line, so I bought us some!”
Leorio held up his phone, showing her the digital tickets. She grinned up at him, pulling him into a hug. “Leorio, have I ever told you what a sweetheart you are?”
He laughed, patting her back and planting a kiss on the top of her head. “A few times, yes.”
She looked up at him, smiling brightly. “Oh, I’m so excited now. I’ll have to wear something cute!”
Leorio cupped her cheek, squishing it playfully. “Everything you wear is cute, but you should wear something warm. It’s going to be in the 60s tonight.”
She nodded, pulling away from him. “I should go wake up everyone before breakfast gets cold.”
He felt his smile fade when she glanced to Kurapika’s face, that same shy, flustered look in her eye should would get when around the blonde during the Hunter exam.
“Yeah, you should. I’ll make my plate.”
He watched her go, his gaze turning towards the pancakes.
‘… if he doesn’t treat her right…’
His eyes glanced up, following her figure as she walked towards Kurapika’s room.
‘I’ll be taking her for myself.’
——————
(Name) looked over herself later that night, turning a few times as she tried to decide if the outfit she had on would be what she was wearing that night.
It was a long , wine red, velvet dress, with a black lace trim and a sweetheart neckline. The sleeves were short, so she paired it with a black cardigan that had a white ghost pattern. “Hehe, I look like a modern vampire.”
She spinned, giggling. “It’s perfect!”
‘And it’s Kurapika’s favorite color…’
Her face became hot when she thought this, quickly shaking her head and moving on. ‘N-not like that matters, he’s my friend. I don’t have to impress him.
But the thought of him finding her dress pretty did make a certain spot between her legs wet. Ever since the car incident, she’d been having frequent naughty thoughts about him, and was having trouble thinking of anything else when he was around.
And with him trying to slip his hand into her panties recently, these naughty thoughts were driving her crazy!
‘Ahh, I can’t think of this now, I have to get ready!’
She paired her outfit with a pair of frilly ankle socks and black Mary Janes. With one last look, she began her walk downstairs to join her friends.
Everyone was already ready, waiting for her in the living room. When Kurapika heard her footsteps, he lazily glanced up from the book he’d been reading, only for his jaw to drop.
“(Name), wow… you…”
She smiled, her cheeks warm as he looked at her. Leorio looked up at well, giving her a wink. “Hey, good looking. You ready?”
She giggled, pulling on her backpack. “Yep! Let’s get going!”
Everyone stood, Kurapika’s eyes glued to her. He had to admit, she looked damn good in red. It was hard to look away, especially when the sweetheart neckline exposed a good portion of her cleavage.
“You’re staring, blondie.” Killua said, pinching Kurapika’s arm.
Kurapika helped, finally looking away to glare at the white haired boy. “I did you a favor, you don’t want her finding out you’re a creep, do you?”
He scowled. “I’m not a creep.”
“Uh huh, whatever you say, blondie.”
Before the two could start up a fight, Leorio smacked them both over the head. “Hey, I didn’t do anything!” Kurapika complained, rubbing his temple.
“Yeah, but you were about to. Get in the car, (Name) and Gon are waiting.”
The two grumbled, but climbed into the mom van without another word.
——————
The corn maze took place further out in the country, on a small farm where a fair was held. There were little games, a food truck selling various fair foods, and of course the corn maze.
“So, I’ve been meaning to ask this, but what is a corn maze?”
The groups swiveled their heads to look at Kurapika, who blinked. “What?”
Killua grabbed (Name)’s arm, laughing. “Wait, don’t tell him. It’ll make this even funnier.”
(Name) rolled her eyes. “Killua, that’s mean. A corn maze is a maze you walk through with friends, sometimes full of scare actors that jump out and… well, scare you.”
Kurapika scowled, his blonde brows knitting together in concern. “When it’s fight or flight, I usually choose flight.”
Leorio and (Name) glanced at each other nervously. “Well shit, Kurapika. You sure you want to do this, then? Hitting the workers will get us kicked out.”
Kurapika scoffed, waving his hand dismissively at Leorio. “Oh please, I can handle some teenagers in dollar store masks.”
Gon smiled, patting his friend’s shoulder. “If you get scared, you can hold my hand, Kurapika!”
The blonde couldn’t be mad at Gon, so he only sighed with a small smile. “Thanks, Gon.”
(Name) grabbed Kurapika’s hand, giving him a shy. “I um… can hold your hand too.”
The blonde blushed, quickly turning his head away. “O-oh, that would be appreciated.”
They walked towards the corn maze hand in hand. Leorio showed the woman up front their tickets, and they were able to walk in without waiting in the long line.
“Okay everyone, let’s stick together a-“
Gon and Killua were already running off, hand in hand and laughing. They were too cute, so (Name) could only sigh. “Well, they’re a lost cause. We should try to stick together, though.”
Leorio nodded, taking the lead. “Don’t worry ladies, I’ll protect you.”
(Name) giggled, but Kurapika only narrowed his eyes at the taller man.
They began their walk, the sound of people screaming and soft, horror themed music playing as fog clung to their heels. It was mostly peaceful at first, (Name) and Kurapika sharing flustered looks as they walked with their fingers interlocked.
That was until someone jumped out at (Name), brandishing a fake knife. “AH!”
She screamed, hiding her face in Kurapika’s chest. The blonde tried not to show he’d been scared as well, coughing to hide his fear. “It’s okay, (Name), I’ve got you.”
The man, who seemed to take joy in (Name)’s fear, continued to approach the two. “You scared, little girls? I eat pretty things like you two for brea-“
Leorio raised an eyebrow, staring down at the actor as he slowly looked up. Now, Leorio was intimidating to most with his height alone, but in the dark with his glasses glinting in the faint light, he looked terrifying.
“Back off.”
The man held up his hands and backed away into the darkness, the two sighing in relief. They both hugged Leorio, the tall man blinking in surprise when even Kurapika seemed grateful.
“Leorio, thank you for being so tall and muscular and handsome… and for saving us.”
Kurapika blinked, pulling away from Leorio and glancing at (Name). “Were the first few things necessary?”
Leorio laughed, his face growing red, the man glad his blush could be hidden in the darkness. “Y-yeah sunshine, you didn’t need to say all that.”
She pouted, holding him tighter. “But I meant it! If you weren’t so damn handsome that guy wouldn’t have run away! He must of been intimated by your good looks!”
Neither of them had the heart to tell her the man had run away due to being a behemoth of a man. She didn’t see him as scary, and that was okay. “Yeah yeah, let’s keep moving.”
Now the two stuck close to Leorio, like ducklings following their mother into traffic.
They were scared a few more times, running into dead ends and laughing at the bad decorations before they reached the midway point. “I think we’re getting closer to the end, guys!”
(Name) giggled, spinning around happily, not even noticing that someone snuck up behind her until she bumped into their bare chest.
“Oh? Picking a fight with me, little girl?”
Her wrist was grabbed, the man holding her arm behind her back and laughing maniacally. “H-hey!”
Kurapika and Leorio suddenly became very serious, the latter stepping forward. “Hey, you’re not supposed to touch her.”
The actor rolled his eyes, letting (Name) go and pushing her slightly so she fell onto the ground. “Oh don’t ruin the fun, you bunch of babies.”
She hissed out in pain, revealing a big scrape on her knee. Leorio gasped, kneeling down beside her. “Hey you douchebag, she j- Kurapika?”
The blonde had gone wide eyed, his eyes scarlet behind his gray contacts. “You…”
Kurapika hadn’t even processed (Name)’s pain, his eyes focused on the man’s chest.
There, on his left breast, was a small spider tattoo, with the number 15 on it. When Leorio noticed, his jaw dropped, his arms wrapping around (Name) in an attempt to shield her. “Is he..?”
Kurapika didn’t speak, stepping forward and grabbing the man by his arm, pinning him to the ground and wrenching his arm behind his back.
The actor screamed in pain, trying to wiggle out of Kurapika’s grasp. “Hey, what the hell are you-“
“Do you have any idea what that tattoo means, you scum?”
The man went quiet, shivering. “W-what? It’s a fake tattoo!”
Kurapika sneered, gripping his arm tighter. “I’m well aware. The Phantom Troupe only has 12 members.”
The man began to cry, struggling. “I don’t know what that is, I just saw this fake tattoo in the store and-“
Kurapika growled. “Ignorance won’t save you. That is the mark of a member of the Phantom Troupe, a band of murderous thieves that killed my entire-“
(Name) covered Kurapika’s mouth from behind, whispering into his ear. “Kurapika, shh. You have no idea who could be listening. You’re laying low, remember?”
Kurapika took a moment to calm down before nodding. He let go of the man’s arm, standing up and brushing off his tabard. “Go wash that off, before I rip it off of your skin.”
The actor scurried away, not bothering to pick up his mask that fell. Kurapika’s eyes followed him, only leaning his form when he disappeared from sight. “Kurapika…”
(Name) held onto his hand, squeezing lightly. The blonde didn’t say anything, but he didn’t pull away from her. It was definitely an improvement.
“… let’s keep going. I’m ready to go home.” Kurapika said, pulling (Name) forward by the hand. Leorio gave them a worried look.
Actors seemed to avoid them now, Kurapika’s aura enough to scare them off. Some even pointed shaky fingers towards the correct path, the blonde not sparing them a second glance.
“Wow, Kurapika. I think you might be the scariest thing in this maze.” (Name) said, trying to lighten the mood.
His lip twitched up in a smile, the blonde giving her hand a light squeeze. “I’m only scary when I need to be, angel.”
She felt her face warm up at the pet name. ‘He’s still calling me angel… I thought it was just a little joke.’
Leorio trailed behind them, making sure neither of them tripped and that they got to have their time together.
As they neared the end of the maze, Kurapika’s mood steadily improved. He even laughed when (Name) jumped into his arms after someone spooked her.
“Careful, you stepped on my foot.” he teased, bumping into some of the corn.
Unfortunately, this small bump would be the end of their happy moment.
He felt something fall on his head, the blonde blinking and reaching his hand up to pick up the object.
(Name) knew when the hand she held in hers gripped into hers so tightly she could feel his nails dog into her skin, that something bad had happened.
Everything happened so quickly. Kurapika revealed the object that fell on him, a palm sized plastic spider. The two others blinked, the memory of Kurapika telling them how much he hated spiders popping up in their mind.
Next came the screaming. Kurapika threw the spider as hard as he could, the poor googly eyed thing breaking on the ground. (Name) nearly toppled over when Kurapika launched himself into her, the woman ending up with him in her arms bridal style.
He couldn’t speak. The incident earlier already had his nerves shot, so the spider falling on his was his breaking point. Tears streamed down his cheeks, panic in his scarlet eyes. (Name) let him bury his face in her neck, glancing at Leorio helplessly.
The tall man nodded, leading them both out of the maze, his glare enough to keep anyone else from bothering them. (Name) hurried to the mom van to get Kurapika to a quiet, safe place.
She attempted to set him down, but he wouldn’t unhand her. He clung to her separately, his chest heaving as a panic attack wracked his body.
“Shh, I’m right here Pika.”
She climbed into the backseat with him in his arms, allowing him to cry into her chest as she tried her best to soothe him. She gave him a few minutes before she cupped his cheek. “Come on, let’s breathe together okay?”
She employed the same tactic she used when they were staying at the Zoldyck estate, having him follow her lead until he finally calmed down.
The blonde leaned his forehead against hers, his tears falling onto her cheeks. “(Name)… thank you… th-thank you…”
He smiled, his eyes a little puffy and red from crying. She wiped away his tears, moving her hands to grasp his own. “It’s no problem, really. I-“
They both screamed when a mannequin head pressed against the car window, banging against the glass as someone screamed. This sent Kurapika back into a panic attack, his eyes wide in terror as he began to cry again.
Someone laughing outside could be heard, and (Name) felt her heart sink when she recognized it.
“Killua Zoldyck!? What the fuck??”
The laughter stopped suddenly, the mannequin head falling to the ground as Killua’s face popped up. He looked confused and… scared.
When he spotted Kurapika’s tears and (Name)’s angered face, he realized that he fucked.
“Killua, that was beyond too far! Can’t you see he’s fucking terrified!? Why would you do that?”
Tears ran down her own cheeks, and the look of disappointment and disbelief in her eyes didn’t go unnoticed by Killua. “W-wait mom, I didn’t-“
She held up her hand, shaking her head. “Go find Leorio, I’ll deal with you later.”
He felt tears well up in his own eyes, terror slowly sinking into his chest. Killua didn’t say another word, leaving.
“Shh, shh, it was just Killua. He’s gone now…”
(Name) felt conflicted. She hadn’t meant to yell at Killua, but he’d just done something incredibly cruel. Even if he and Kurapika had some kind of feud going on, it was beyond fucked up to scare him during a panic attack.
Calming him down the second time was much harder, and even after he stopped crying, he clung to her desperately, his hands shaking.
Killua walked back to the fair grounds, his eyes full of tears and his body trembling. (Name) had never yelled like that at him before, never LOOKED at him like that before. ‘She’s gonna… she’s gonna give up on me.’
Leorio and Gon spotted Killua, the two running up to him. “Hey bud, we’ve been looking f… Killua?”
Killua looked up at Leorio, his lip trembling. “Mom… mom is mad at me. I… I didn’t… I didn’t know…”
Leorio, one of the only people besides (Name) and Gon to see him cry sighed and pulled him into a hug, Gon joining. “Hey, bud, it’s alright. Can you tell me what happened?”
Killua explained, stuttering and stumbling over his words. Leorio sighed, patting his back. “And you didn’t know he was upset?”
“N-No! I just saw that they were in the van and wanted to scare them!”
Gon leaned his head against Killua’s shoulder. “I understand why (Name) was angry, but I’m sure if we explain things to her, she’ll understand.”
Killua have a shaky nod, his hand gripping Leorio’s sweater. The tall man pat his head. “Alright boys, let’s go clear things up.”
———————
(Name finally got Kurapika to relax, the blonde now sleeping with his head resting on her shoulder. She only glanced up briefly when Leorio opened the door on her side. “(Name), how is he doing?”
She smiled tiredly, giving a thumbs up. He fell asleep, so I’d say pretty good.”
Leorio nodded, glancing off to the right. “About Killua…”
(Name) pursed her lips. “Did he come to apologize?”
Leorio sighed, pulling Killua into view. “(Name), listen to what he has to say before you say anything else.”
(Name) furrowed her brows, but sighed. “Okay, go on.”
Killua couldn’t meet her eyes, and the sight of tears running down his cheeks made her eyes soften. “M-mom I… I didn’t know what happens to Kurapika. I just wanted to scare you two, I promise I wouldn’t have if I knew how upset he was!”
She nodded, giving him a soft smile. “Okay, okay I believe you kiddo. Sorry for yelling at you earlier.”
Her words didn’t seem to calm him down though, the boy only stiffly nodding before moving to sit in the front seat. Gon glanced at him with a worried look before sliding in next to (Name).
“Uh, I’ll drive since… you’ve got him.”
(Name) nodded, turning her ficus back in Kurapika. He was sleeping soundly, clutching her shirt as they rode home.
Kurapika wouldn’t leave (Name)’s side even when they arrived back at her house, meaning they had to sleep in the same bed together. She ended up crashing with him in his room, thinking it would be more comfortable and familiar for him.
Through the night, Kurapika would wake up with night terrors, screaming and thrashing before being settled back into sleep by gentle cooing and touches.
In the morning, (Name) had to wake him up so she could drive him to his bus stop, the blonde feeling exhausted, but no longer scared.
He honestly felt embarrassed over his behavior, having to be reassured multiple times that nothing he did would make her think any less of him. “It’s okay, Kurapika. Everyone has their moments, even me.”
The two got ready, Kurapika hesitantly letting her leave to get dressed in her room. Once they were ready, the two left for the bus stop.
Kurapika rode shotgun, glancing at her nervously with his cheeks pink as they approached their destination.
They got out, (Name) helping him with his duffel bag before smiling. “Kurapika, I really enjoyed having you with us. These past two months have been some of the happiest I’ve had in a long time.”
Her soft, sad smile made his heart ache. In that moment, he knew that she assumed he’d be leaving her for good. It hurt, but he didn’t blame her for thinking that way. Hell, he thought that was how this story would end too.
But instead, Kurapika dropped his duffel bag on the ground, stepping forward and cupping her cheeks, his face burning red as he placed his lips on hers, hoping to convey his intense feelings through the kiss.
(Name)’s eyes went so wide she felt like they might bulge out of her skull. This wasn’t acting for a mission, Kurapika didn’t need help getting off so he wouldn’t embarrassed, he was kissing her.
And she couldn’t understand why.
He pulled away, his thumb brushing against her lip as he stared at her with those pretty brown eyes. “(Name)… I promise I’ll be back. Please… please believe me.”
There was no love confession, no passionate embrace, just a promise that he would return.
And that was more than enough for (Name). She nodded, leaning into his touch, sighing softly. “Okay, I believe you, my Pika.”
Kurapika’s breath hitched in his throat, the blonde considering going in for another kiss before his bus pulled up. He cursed it under his breath, picking up his duffle bag and slinging it over his shoulder.
“I’ll see you in a month, (Name).”
She nodded, giving him a brave smile. “I’ll really miss you.”
With that, he boarded his bus, biting his lip as she faded from view. ‘I… I’ll ask her out on a date when I get back. I will.”
Kurapika sat down, a giddy smile on his face as he touched his fingers to his lips. ‘God I love her.’
——————
Even that night after Gon had left for whale island and Leorio went home, (Name) was still on another planet, her face hot and eyes distant. She kept replaying the moment in her head over and over, feeling her heart thump against her ribs harder and harder.
‘He kissed me, he really kissed me…’
She didn’t even notice Killua coming up behind her, his arm trembling as he reached a hand up to tap her shoulder. “Mom?
(Name) jumped, letting out a yelp before holding a hand over her heart. “Holy- oh Killua you scared me!”
He flinched at her slightly raised voice, the woman immediately taking notice. “Killua? Baby is something wrong?”
The young boy looked up at her, the beginnings of tears beading in the corners of his eyes. “Do you… do you ever regret taking me in?”
(Name) felt her heart sink, her hands immediately going to his cheeks to cup them, wiping away his tears. “Oh my… Killua, no, no never. You’re the best thing to come out of everything. Having you here makes everything better. Why would you anything else, sweetheart?”
He shook his head, clinging his fists. “It’s just… I know there’s a lot going on and I don’t always behave-“
“Killua.”
She pulled him into a hug, sinking down onto the floor with him when his knees buckled. He began to sob into her shoulder, holding onto him tightly. “Listen baby, I will never give up on you. This is your home just as much as it is mine. No matter who you choose to be, this will always be somewhere you can come back to, and I will always be here to support and love you every step of the way.”
He clutched her shirt, crying harder. “B-but I’ve killed and hurt people, I’ve gotten you in trouble so many times!”
“Humans are constantly evolving, Killua. To stagnate is a fate worse than death.”
She soothed him, running her fingers through his hair as he sobbed. “But… but you said you were going to ‘deal with me later’.”
She blinked, looking at him. “Yeah, as in ground or talk to you. What did you think I meant- oh.”
(Name) remembered that punishment in the Zoldyck household usually involves torture and emotional neglect. She cursed herself for not thinking, kissing his forehead.
“It’s okay to act like a kid. Most kids get into trouble, I knew that when I decided to take you in. I’m not going to hurt or shun you for doing something any other kid would do. You’re safe here, Killua. My love isn’t conditional.”
He sniffled, looking up at her. “Really? You aren’t… you aren’t going to abandon me?”
She nodded, wiping away his tears. “Never. I would rather die than leave you alone.”
It took a few minutes for him to calm down, and when he did, (Name) picked him up and carried him to the couch. “I’ll order us some takeout and we can watch whatever you want, okay?”
He nodded, curling up under the quilt (Name) made for him years ago.
The two spent the night together, (Name) making sure he knew he wasn’t alone. They ended up passing out on the couch after binging Housewives of York New, popcorn strewn across the floor.
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minisugakoobies · 1 year
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Burning Down | MYG
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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: smut, crack, DadYoongi!AU, BadCop!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: weapons - guns, switching POVs, angst!, allusions to murder, mentions of blood, references to war, allusions to choking, Yoongi is not a good guy (ymmv)
Word Count: 1.8k
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: You're going to finish what you started. But Yoongi won't let you take it all away.
A/N: Everyone thank Yoongi for those recent D-Day concept photos, because they inspired me to write another chapter! I think we're closing in on the end here 👀
Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕
Part 5 💵 Bad Cop Masterlist 💵 Part 6
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The house is dark when you turn into the driveway. Tall trees on either side of the gravel pathway stretch endlessly into the cloudy morning sky, their thick canopies providing the car with cover from the rain that’s just starting to fall. 
Jungkook leans pretty heavily against you as you walk him to the door, and your knock is a little clumsy while you struggle to keep your partner on his feet. A light flickers on in the window, and then the door suddenly wrenches open from the inside. A rather handsome man peers down at where you’re slumped under Jungkook’s arm. 
“Holy shit, what the fuck happened?” 
Seokjin is not an agent. Seokjin is a former combat medic. You’d met years ago on a tour in a foreign land. He’d saved your back and you’d saved his, more than once. The blood you’d shed together had formed an inseparable bond between the two of you that meant more to you than your actual family. Which is why you’re here, in the middle of the night, holding a man who is slowly bleeding out all over his doorstep. 
“For fuck’s sake, come in, I just bought that mat.” Seokjin ushers the two of you inside, glancing around. His house is fairly secluded, the copse of trees bordering the property protecting him from prying eyes, but he’s been in enough battles to know that you can never be too cautious.
He leads you and Jungkook into his living room, ordering you to help your partner onto the couch. He disappears for a moment and returns with a first aid kit - not the kind you’d find at your local pharmacy but one meant for the battlefield. You don’t ask why he has one so readily available. You know what it’s like to be haunted by war; always prepared for the day those ghosts might return.
You also don’t ask why he happens to have a small freezer in his basement where he keeps bags of blood. After he’d retired from the armed forces, Seokjin had gone into private practice. You have no idea just how “private” that means, what type of clientele he might be stitching up, accepting payment under the table instead of involving insurance. Or cops. It might be your place to ask, considering you’re a federal agent, but right now you’re not about to look a gift horse in the mouth - not when Seokjin’s busy saving Jungkook’s life. 
Afterward, as Jungkook sleeps, blood slowly being transfused back into his strong body, Seokjin makes you some tea and he sits in the kitchen as you stand and sip, staring out the window at the rain. 
“Do you want to tell me what happened?” he asks gently, rubbing a hand over the scruff on his chin. You haven’t even apologized for waking him so early. 
“No,” you reply honestly, but then you tell him, as much as you can without compromising your mission. As if it hadn’t already gone to hell anyway. You talk and talk, and soon it’s not the details of the job you’re describing, soon it’s how things between you and Yoongi started, how they progressed, how they ended - in bullets and blood. 
Seokjin is quiet once you run out of words. He drums his long fingers on his placemat, watching the spoon resting there as it bounces from the rhythm. “Well, to be honest, that’s not the worst break-up you’ve ever had,” he drawls after a few seconds. 
“Fuck off,” you snap, but your lips twitch of their own accord. He’s not wrong. “It wasn’t a real relationship. It was all part of the plan.” 
“Is that so?” Seokjin levels you with a sober look. “Then why are you here, wearing a groove into my kitchen floor with your pacing, while your partner drains my last bag of O neg? Was that part of the plan, too?” When you don’t respond, he plows on. “Because it seems to me that you went a little too deep this time. Got a little too entangled. Would you say that’s accurate?” 
“Sir, yes sir,” you chirp sarcastically, saluting him with your middle finger. Seokjin’s eyes crinkle as he laughs, and for one brief second, you’re back in the field, joking with your friend, and not sitting in his house panicking while your mission goes up in flames. But then you hear Jungkook stirring in the other room, and Seokjin’s laughter fades as he rises to check on his patient. 
Seokjin, as always, is right. You’d gone too deep this time. Let yourself believe the lie. As much as you didn’t want to admit that you could be compromised, you knew the truth. You’d fallen for Yoongi, and now you had to clean up the mess you’d made, before anyone else got hurt. 
Even if it meant breaking your own heart.
Seokjin wanders back into the kitchen. “The transfusion is almost complete, but he’s gonna need to rest for a while longer.” 
“Can he - “
“He can stay here, that’s fine.” Seokjin looks so tired. You wonder how you must look. Probably about half dead. “But what are you going to do now? Call for backup?” 
You shake your head and reach into your satchel, pulling out the box from Yoongi’s safe. Inside, as you’d expected, lies a key. 
“No. I’m gonna finish what I’ve started.” Jimin’s face flashes through your mind and your vision goes red. And then Yoongi’s, and your heart pangs, even as you make your vow. “I’m gonna bring him down.” 
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Yoongi hates this. 
He hates hiding. His safe house isn’t nearly as luxurious as his other house or the vacation home he’d just bought on the bay. Most of the rooms here are nearly empty, save for a random couch or table. Except for the one room that is fully stocked with guns and ammunition, along with a small safe stashed with emergency cash. But beyond that, the house is bare. It’s not meant to be a long-term residence, he knows, but he hates it anyway. 
He also hates not having his daughter with him. He’d called Da-som’s friend’s mother at dawn and told her that he had to go out of town for work suddenly and asked if she could look after her for a few days. Not having her by his side fills him with anxious energy, makes him want to claw his skin off. He hopes this won’t take more than a day or two. 
But that. That’s the thing that he hates the most - not knowing. Not knowing where you are, or what your plan is, or how any of this will end. Makes him feel weak. Powerless. Like he used to be. 
Like when Da-som’s mother left him.
He fucking hates feeling powerless. He will not go back. 
From his perch on the table that serves as the sole furniture in this room, Jimin watches him stalk back and forth, like a tiger prowling his cage. He doesn’t say anything to Yoongi, likely not wanting him to bruise his throat again. Jimin’s developed a bit of a squeak when he laughs, and it has not amused him in the slightest. Although Yoongi thinks it’s pretty funny.
The burner phone in Jimin’s pocket buzzes and he flips it open. “Any sign?” 
Yoongi halts in his tracks, waiting.
Jimin sighs. “Fine. Just keep looking.” He tosses his phone on the mahogany surface, merely shaking his head at the older man. 
Yoongi resumes his steps. Where the fuck did you go? You couldn’t have gotten very far in Jungkook’s police cruiser. It never returned to the station, and Yoongi’s goons are sweeping the area under his orders. But even though he has everyone searching for you, you’re nowhere to be found. 
“We’ll find them,” Jimin finally speaks. “It’s just a matter of time.” 
“Time is running out,” Yoongi spits back. The longer you’re gone, the more likely it is that you’ve called in reinforcements. Set a trap in motion. He can’t just sit here and wait for the walls to close in on him. 
He needs to move. 
“Listen, I nailed the kid, so he’s undoubtedly slowing the two of them down. We’ve got guys watching the hospitals, the clinics, every medical center in a 100 mile radius - there’s no way they’ll get past us to get him some help.” Jimin smoothly slides off the table, brushing dust from the sleeves of his button-down shirt. “We just have to be patient.” 
Yoongi immediately pounces forward, pressing Jimin back into the wall behind him. He doesn’t touch the younger man, but holds him in place with the intensity of his stare. 
“No. I’ve been patient. For five fucking years now, I’ve waited to take my place at the top of the chain in this goddamn city. And now that I’m here, I’m not going to fucking hide and wait any longer. YN-” he curses silently at the slip-up, “she isn’t going to take everything from me.”
“What are you saying?” Jimin asks, wincing at Yoongi’s glare. The usual sociopathic gleam in Jimin’s eye is dimmed under the older man’s gaze. He’s terrified right now.
“There’s a key in that safe that she stole. It belongs to another box, where I have kept a very important list. Among other things.” If only he hadn’t kept that safe at his house. If only he hadn’t brought you there. If only you were who you said you were. “I’ve got to get to that list. It’s the only thing that she needs to bring this all down.”
“And you think you can get to it first?” 
“No.” Yoongi laughs, a cold, ugly sound that sends chills down Jimin’s spine. “I’m sure she’ll beat me to it. In fact, I’m counting on it.”
For the first time in hours, Jimin grins. “Okay, so an ambush, then?” 
Yoongi nods.
“You know I’m in. But… everything you just said, how you just got all this power…” Jimin pauses, considering his words very carefully, “are you prepared to lose it all just to beat her?”
“I’d rather lose it all in a blaze of glory than have that bitch steal it from me,” Yoongi retorts, ignoring the stab of pain in his chest when he snarls the word ‘bitch.’ Stop it, you pussy. Stop pretending like she means anything, he berates himself. 
“Blaze of glory? Fuck yeah, let’s go.” Jimin pulls his handgun from his holster and cocks it. 
Yoongi smirks. “Let’s burn.” 
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sourwolf-sterek32 · 1 year
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The Chief’s Daughter
Summary: It had been six years since your father left you behind in New York. However, now that your mother was gone, you had no choice but to drive to Hawkins to find him. That's where you meet Billy Hargrove, who turns your life upside down... literally.
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3.3k
Warnings: language, future chapters will have mentions/descriptions of child abuse (Neil Hargrove is a piece of shit) so if that triggers please don’t read this, look after yourselves first xx
Chapter 1-
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Hawkins, Indiana.
The small country town in the middle of bumfuck nowhere was exactly how you remembered it.
It had been a good 12 years since you were last in this town. You were only five, but you remembered how much you hated this place. You weren't even sure why, there was just something about Hawkins that you never really liked, even at young age.
You'd never come back here if you had a choice, but after your mother passed away and your step-father took off, you were left with no other option.
That was why you were parked out the front of your fathers house and trying to work up the courage to get out your car and knock on the front door.
Music was blasting from your stereo. Metallica's The Four Horseman playing in the background, but you were barely listening to it as you stared at the front door before taking a deep breath and climbing out your 1970 Ford Mustang.
You knocked on the wooden door, but there was no answer. So you knocked again, louder this time and took a step back and waited, but still no answer.
There were spiderwebs covering the door seal and you looked a little closer and took in the dust and dirt covering the window seals. Nobody had been here for a while, that much was certain.
"Can I help you, dear?" An old woman called out, leaning over the neighbouring fence.
"Oh, um... I was just wondering if Jim Hopper was home?" You asked, motioning towards the door.
"He moved out nearly a year ago."
Okay, well that was a problem. Explained the cobwebs though.
"Do you know where he's living now?"
The old lady shook her head, "I think he has a cabin somewhere, but that's all I know."
A cabin? Why would he move out his house to live in a cabin?
"Thanks." You said, nodding at the lady before you climbed back in the Mustang and sped off down the road in the direction of the Police Station, hoping that he was still a cop because otherwise you had no idea how to find him.
The fuel light flicked on barely a mile down the road and you sighed before making a detour to the nearest gas station.
You leant against the side of the Mustang holding the gas pump while you watched the dollars tick up and up causing you to cringe before the roar of another car filled the air.
A bright blue Camaro pulled up beside the other bowser and you stared at the car in appreciation. The drivers side door open and quite possibly the hottest guy you had seen in this shitty town stepped out.
He was wearing a denim jacket and tight jeans, but it was the long blonde hair and sun-kissed skin that took you by surprise. You noted the Californian number plate on the back and wondered if he was just passing through town or on holidays, but who would holiday in a place like Hawkins?
The guy spared a glance over at you as he reached for the other fuel pump and you took a small amount of pride in the fact that the guy did a double take when he saw you standing beside the slick black Mustang.
He whistled, "sure you can handle a car like that, sweetheart?"
"Can you? What's that like a 185-horsepower V8 engine under the hood?" You shot back and nodded at his Camaro causing him to raise his eyebrows in surprise.
"You know your cars."
You nodded as the pump clicked off and you pulled it out, hanging it up before glancing back over at the guy to find him already looking at you with curious blue eyes.
"My name's Billy. Billy Hargrove. And you are?"
"Not interested."
Billy actually chuckled at your response as you closed the fuel cap before climbing into your car and turning the key in the ignition, bringing the Mustang to life with a roar. You could feel Billy watching you as you peeled out the gas station.
It might have been a while since you were last in town, but you seemed to remember the streets fairly well and before you knew it, you were parking in front of the Police Station and walking through the front doors.
"What can I do for you, ma'am?" The woman behind the reception desk asked when you entered.
"Is Jim Hopper in?"
"The Chief's busy at the moment, but I can get one of the other officers if you want?"
Chief? You wondered briefly if that ranking was a step up or down from being a detective in New York City working homicide.  
You shook your head, "I really need to speak with the Chief."
"What's your name? I'll go see if he can spare a few minutes."
"Just tell him it's his daughter." You answered, but you had the feeling that you had just said something wrong by the sudden annoyed expression on the woman's face.
"Whatever game you're playing, it's not funny and the Chief doesn't have time for this."
Whoa, what?
"I don't know what you're talking about, but just tell him his daughter is here and-"
"No. I won't. It might have been a few years since his daughter died, but I will not let you play some kind of twisted joke on him." The woman responded, cutting you off and your eyes widened.
You were taken back at the mention of Sara and found yourself unable to think of a response before the bell on the door jungled from behind you.
"Everything okay here, Flo?"
You turned around just as two Deputies walked through the door noticing the commotion. You eyed their name tags, Callahan and Powell.
"This girl is claiming to the be the Chief's daughter."
They both frowned at you in confusion, "the Chief doesn't have a daughter though." The younger guy said.
You scoffed in disbelief. Of course, your father hadn't told anyone about the daughter that he abandoned back in New York. You should have seen that one coming.
"Hey, Flo, I think there's a problem with the printer- wait, what's going on?"
That familiar voice had you spinning around in an instant and your eyes landed on your father standing in the doorway just as the donut in his hand fell to the floor.
Six years and he still looked exactly the same. He was no longer clean shaven like he had been the last time you saw him, but everything else was exactly the same. But, you knew you weren't the same. You weren't a little girl anymore and your father clearly knew that too because he was looking you up and down in utter shock.
His eyes flashed down to your boots and jeans before landing on your leather jacket for a second before meeting your eyes with an unreadable expression.
For what seemed to be an endless span of time, neither of you could say anything.
You had thought about this moment the entire drive from New York, but you still had no idea what to say to him. What were you meant to say to the man that left you without saying goodbye?
"Y/N."
It was more of a question that any form of greeting, but you simply nodded and shoved your hands in the pocket of your jacket, not knowing what to say.
"You know this girl, Chief?" Officer Powell questioned.
"She... she's my daughter."
"Daughter? I thought your daughter died- Ouch, what was that for?" Officer Callahan questioned glaring at the other Officer who had slapped him.
"He had two daughters. Guess he just forgot about the one he abandoned." You found yourself saying before you could stop yourself.
Hoppers eyes widened at your words and the lady behind the front counter gasped softly before he sighed and rubbed his face with his hands.
"Let's take this into my office."
He turned and walked back down the corridor, so you took that as your indication to follow him and found yourself sitting in one of the chairs while he plonked himself down behind his desk.
You folded your arms across your chest and sat back in the chair waiting for him to say something... to say anything, but he just kept staring at you like he wasn't sure if you were really here or not.
"What-what are you doing here?"
You scoffed, "it's good to see you too, dad."
"That's not what I meant... I mean, what's it been, like, a couple years?"
"Try six years." You mumbled, kicking your feet up on his desk.
He glared at your boots, but didn't tell you to lower them and instead took a drink from his coffee mug that you eyed cautiously.
"That got whiskey in it or coffee?"
"Coffee. I don't drink like that anymore."
You nodded, but didn't say anything else after that causing Hopper to sigh and put the cup down.
"Look, kid-"
"I'm not a kid."
"Just listen. I'm sorry for how... for how I handled everything back in New York. Sara's death messed me up and-" He started to say before you cut him off.
"Don't blame Sara for this."
"I'm not... I'm not blaming her for my own actions, Jesus. I'm just trying to apologise for how everything ended. I could have handled everything a lot better and I'm sorry."
"Understatement of the century." You muttered softly under your breath, but it must have been loud enough for him to hear because he sighed deeply.
"What are you doing here anyway? Hawkins is a little too far from New York for a weekend joy ride, isn't it?"
You frowned, "you... you don't know?"
"Don't know what?"
Shit. How did he not know? Surely someone would have contacted him, right? Wasn't that how it worked when someone died? Their loved ones and family got notified? How could he not know?
"What don't I know, kid?" He repeated, noticing the panic that was no doubt showing on your face.
"Mum... she-she died last week."
Hoppers eyes widened and he leant back in his chair, covering his mouth with his hands. Yep, okay, so nobody told him. Great, that was... that was great.
He didn't say anything for a few minutes as he processed the information before he looked back over at you with sad eyes.
"Kid, I'm so sorry."
"Sorry, I had to be the one to tell you." You replied quietly, staring at your boots with a shrug. "It was a car crash. Idiot didn't give way."
"Shit." He swore under his breath, rubbing his face with his hands before a thought suddenly hit him and he sat up straight. "Wait, who are you living with?"
"That's why I'm here." You answered and the look on Hoppers face was enough to tell you how he felt about that.
You should have known. He didn't want you six years ago and he doesn't want you now. Why did you think it would be any different now? You should have just taken up CPS's offer to join foster care. It wouldn't have been for long, just until you turned 18 and then you'd be free to do whatever you wanted. You should have never come back to Hawkins.
"I knew it was a mistake coming here." You whispered, standing up from the chair and heading towards the door.
"Whoa, whoa, wait, kid. Just hold up a minute." Hopper quickly said, rushing after you and grabbing your arm. "Just give me a minute here, okay? This is a lot of information to process at once."
You looked down at his hand still clutching your arm and he followed your line of sight before he quickly removing it.
"My shift finishes in an hour... can you wait until then? I'll take you back my place and get you settled in. I'll enroll you to Hawkins High tomorrow and get all that organised, okay? Shit, I can't believe Diana's dead." He sighed running his fingers through his hair before looking back at you. "Are you okay? Stupid question, I'm sorry-"
"Stop. You don't have to act like you suddenly care about me, okay? Once I turn 18 I will be out of your hair, I promise." You replied before turning and walking out his office before he had a chance to say anything else.
You waited inside your car out the front of the Police Station listening to your Iron Maiden cassette tape before Hopper finally emerged from the building and spotted you in the Mustang and walked over to you.
"Nice car." He noted, glancing over the vehicle before focusing back on you. "Look, there's something I need to tell you before I take you home."
"Okay..." You nodded, waiting for him to continue.
"I, uh, I recently adopted another kid. Her name is Jane and... and she's a little different than most kids. She came from a bad home, okay? So, just take it easy with her, she's a good kid."
If you were being honest, you didn't hear a word he said after that first sentence and before you knew it, you were driving down the road following his Chevy Blazer, but you couldn't stop thinking about it.
Hopper had another daughter? He willingly adopted a girl after he had abandoned you? Why?
You were barely focusing on the road as you drove, too caught up in your own thoughts. What was so wrong with you that he would leave and get another kid? Was he trying to replace you? Was he trying to replace Sara? You didn't know the answer, but it hurt. It really hurt.
Tears started to blur your vision as you drove and you hastily wiped them away.
"Get a hold of yourself, Y/N. This is only temporary. It doesn't matter." You said, taking a deep breath as you followed your father down some backroad through the woods.
It didn't take long before the Chevy pulled up in front of a cabin in the woods and you slowed your car down, parking beside him. You climbed and paused when the front door opened and a little girl stepped out onto the front porch.
Her hair was short and curly and the flannel she was wearing was way to big for her and your heart shattered when you realised that she was about the age that Sara would have been if she was still alive.
"Who-who is that?" The girl asked, pointing at you curiously.
"Alright, kid, uh, this is... this is my daughter, Y/N." Hopper introduced, walking up the stairs of the porch to the young girl who was just staring at you in confusion.
"You didn't tell her about me, did you?" You asked, but you already knew the answer.
"Y/N, this is Jane." Hopper said, ignoring your question as he motioned towards the little girl beside him.
You took a deep breath, reminding yourself that it wasn't Jane's fault that Hopper had tried to replace you. This kid had nothing to do with what happened six years ago, you couldn't blame her for it.
"Nice to meet you, kid." You said, walking up the porch and holding your hand out towards her, but she just started at your hand and tilted her head in confusion before you slowly lowered it. "Okay... I'm going to grab my stuff out the car."
You walked back to the Mustang and grabbed your duffle bag and backpack from the back. Your entire life packed away inside two bags. You walked to the cabin and followed Hopper and Jane inside and looked around.
It was fairly small. The kitchen and lounge just one big open room as you took everything in and spotted a couple doors along the side wall that you were guessing led to the bedrooms and bathroom.
"The door on the right is the spare room. You can put your stuff in there." Hopper called out from the kitchen.
You didn't say anything before you walked across the cabin and opened the door to your new bedroom. There was a single mattress in the middle of the room, a wardrobe along the right wall, but that was it.
It wasn't like your mothers house in New York, not that you expected it to be, but at least he actually had a spare room. You were sort of fearing that you might have to sleep on the couch when you saw how small this cabin was.
Hopper had called out the dinner was on the table an hour later, but you told him that you weren't hungry and simply shut the door to your bedroom, collapsing on top of the bed and staring up at the ceiling.
The television was playing from the main room and you could hear Jane giggling from something Hopper had said which just made your heartache.
You thought of Sara and her bright beautiful smile and contagious laugh. She was such a sweet little kid, she had her whole life ahead of her... you thought of your mother. How strong she had been in the years after Sara's death and Hoppers abandonment. She taught you everything you knew about cars and despite her own pain, she was there for you and now she was gone. They were both gone.
Tears started to burn in the back of yours eyes, but you refused to let them fall as you heard Hopper and Jane move from the kitchen to what you assumed was the couch, their voices now closer.
"No. No. You can't tell Y/N any of that." You heard Hopper say.
"But I thought she was new sister?"
You frowned a little at the girls grammar error in that sentence, but didn't focus on it though because what didn't Hopper want you to know?
"She is. Y/N is your new sister, but she can't know about that other stuff, okay? It's for our own safety."
"Own safety." Jane repeated and Hopper hummed in agreement. "Can I... can I talk to her?"
"Uh, maybe just give her time to settle in. She... she's been through a lot."
"Oh."
Even from here you could hear the slight disappointment in the girls tone before Hopper sighed and added;
"You can try and talk to her. She might... she might be asleep already though, she drove a long way to get here"
A few seconds later there was a gentle knock on your bedroom door and for a moment, you thought about ignoring it and pretending to be asleep like Hopper had said, but that wasn't fair on the kid. She just wanted to talk to you.
With a sigh, you climbed off the bed and opened the door to find the little girl standing their with her hand raised to knock again. You spared a glance over her head to find Hopper watching the two of you from his spot on the couch before you turned your attention back to the girl.
She didn't say anything though and stared up at you with big brown eyes and if you didn't know any better you would have thought she was trying to read your mind.
"Uh, can I help you with something?" You asked in confusion.
"Sad."
"What?"
She raised her hand and pressed her index finger over your chest before repeating the word, "sad. You sad."
"Uhh..." You trailed off as you stared at her, unsure if maybe she could somehow tell you were crying earlier or not before Hopper quickly got up off the couch and grabbed Jane's shoulders pulling her away.
"Perhaps we should let Y/N get some rest. We can talk more in the morning." He said, looking between the two of you.
"Okay. Goodnight." Jane said, smiling as she looked over at you.
"Goodnight, Jane." You replied, mustering up a small smile for her.
"El." She said causing Hoppers body to tense at the word. "My friends call me, El."
"Oh, okay. Goodnight, El."
The girl nodded approvingly before she walked off into her own bedroom leaving you wondering how someone got El out of the name Jane before Hopper started talking.
"I enrolled you into Hawkins High. You're first day is on Monday... if you need anything for school like books or, I don't know, whatever you kids need to study, just let me know and I will pick it up after work tomorrow."
You nodded, but didn't say anything and Hopper smiled softly before he turned and went back to the couch and you closed the bedroom door and collapsed onto the bed again.
Hawkins High.
That was something you were not looking forward to. A new school, new teachers, new classmates... yeah, Monday was going to seriously suck.
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callsign-dexter · 6 months
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Undercover Temptations (18+)
Request: Hi hi 💕 I also want to ask for an imagine ☺️ it may be one with Antonio where he's out on patrol for an undercover mission and he stops your car as you were speeding. As you notice how handsome he is you try to flirt but Antonio keeps his face. Just as he hands you your papers back, you see his number and address. So you end up there and he shows you what happens to nasty girls ? 🙊
Pairings: Antonio Dawson x Reader
Warnings: rough smut, fluff, angst
A/N: @talesofreading and @imagine-all-the-fandoms prepare your ice cubes......
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You were late. So damn late. You were supposed to be at work 30 minutes ago but something had come up and your landlord was knocking at your door and holding you up. You don’t know what you had done but he was yelling at you and when he was done you had to rush to get ready for work and out the door. Sure, your boss would understand but that didn’t make you feel any better. You were never late. When you got to your car and jumped in and started out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell. You were close to 5 minutes to your work and you were booking it, that is until you saw an unmarked cop car with flashing lights behind you. This was bad, so bad. Now you were going to be an hour late and you hated it but you pulled over and waited for the officer to come out. You had already gotten your license and registration out preparing for it to be handed over to him.
You watched him get out and it took you back at how handsome he was. It stirred something in you and boy was something good. He walked up to your car and tapped your window so you rolled it down. “What can I do for you, officer?” He asked as he bent down to your level.
“Do you know how fast you were going?” He asked you and you shook your head.
“No, I was just trying to get to work. My landlord held me up and then-“You said but he stopped you.
“I don’t want to hear your fucking pathetic excuse. You were going 60 in a 50.” He said and the way he spoke to you did something to you. He was handsome and you decided right then and there you wanted him and you were going to have him one way or the other.
“Oh, I’m sorry officer. Can’t you let me off with a warning?” You asked, trying to flirt your way out of this.
“Absolutely not.” He said.
“Oh, come on. A handsome guy like you can surely let someone like me off the hook.” You said smiling and batting your eyes. He walked back to your car and you frowned but not for long since he started to make his way back to you. He didn’t say anything and instead started to write you a ticket and you continued to flirt but nothing was working. He ripped the ticket off the pad and as he went to hand you the ticket you caught sight of a paper that had his name, number, and address and you smirked to yourself. This could play into your favor.  
“You can go the courthouse and pay or you can challenge it. No more speeding.” He said and walked back to his car and sped off. You took out your phone and quickly put his number and address into your phone. Oh, yea you were going to have fun with this.
When you got to work you explained to your boss and as you were expecting she was very understanding. As you were working you were thinking back to Antonio and all the things you wish he would do some nasty things to you and it was turning you on big time. You debated on texting him but you didn’t know what you would say. You didn’t know how to go about until lunch came and you were pretty sure you had soaked your panties. You pulled out your phone and pulled up his number and began to type away.
You: Hey this is Y/N the girl you pulled over this morning.
Antonio Dawson: How did you get this number?
You: I saw it on a paper when you were handing me my ticket and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.
Antonio Dawson: What exactly is that?
You: I imagine how your big hands wrap around my throat as your big cock thrusts in and out of me. I’m already soaked just thinking about it.
Antonio Dawson: Who knew such a pretty girl could be so nasty.
The texting went on for the remainder of the lunch then it was back to work. When you shift ended you were horny and wanted something to be done about it. So, what do you do? Well go to his house of course and get absolutely destroyed by him. You smirked as you got into your car and turned-on maps and plugged his address in and began driving to his place.
 When you arrived to his place his car was already in the driveway the lights were on. You just continued to smirk. You knew you could back out of this now and forget about it but something deep inside you knew you wanted this. So, you got out of the car and walked up to his house and knocked on the door and waited and you continued to have not so pure thoughts about what was hopefully about to go down.
Antonio opened the door and looked at you frowning as you smirked at him “Let me guess you saw my address too.” He said and you nodded and then a smirk came across his face. “Fine. If you want to disobey the law and go to a cop’s house. I’ll show you what happens to bad girls.” He said and grabbed you forcefully and into the house. Once the door was shut, he pushed you up against it and smashed his lips into yours and you moaned. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” He asked and you nodded.
“Yes sir.” You said and he growled sounding almost animalistic. He cupped your sex and stroked you through your jeans and you let out a moan and he attacked the side of your neck and you gave him access. This is exactly what you were hoping for. He pulled away from you and looked you right into your eyes and you did the same and you could see that his pupils were blown. You grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.
“You're gonna be a good girl for me?” He asked and you nodded your head.
“Yes sir. Please fuck me.” You said with a moan and he chuckled deeply.
“I don’t think so at least not yet.” He said and then he was kneeling and unbuttoning your jeans and roughly pushing them down your legs along with your underwear you toed your shoes off and socks. You got fid of your shirt and bra. The cold air hit your nipples and you tried to rub your thighs together to get some friction but he wasn’t allowing you and you whimpered. He cupped you again and smirked “Already wet.” He said.
“I’ve been wet since this morning.” You said and smirked. He gave you one broad thick through your folds but then was coming up and kissing you again. You knew he wasn’t going for your pleasure, far from it. He kissed you and you tasted yourself but you didn’t get to enjoy the kiss because his hand was in your hair and pushing you down to your knees. He was using his other hand to undo his belt and jeans and then you were helping him pull down his jeans and underwear. His throbbing cock came up and hit his stomach and your eyes widened, he was huge and you weren’t sure you could take it. He would destroy you for sure but that is what you wanted.
Antonio grabbed his cock and then brought your head to it and you took him in all the way until you were right next to his pelvic bone. He kept you there and when you were sure he was going to make you pass you he let you up and gasped for air. You didn’t get a chance to catch much air because he was pushing you back down onto his thick length. He started to face fuck you and you loved it. You were glad you didn’t have a gag reflex. You were holding onto his thighs as he faces fucked you. After a few minutes he let up and pulled you up by your hair and kissed you roughly. Just by him being rough that familiar knot was forming.
He made you walk backwards towards his room and when you got there, he practically threw you onto the bed. Oh, you were loving this. You sat up on your elbows and watched him as he stood at the foot of the bed. Your pupils were blown before you even started and probably were covering the color of your eyes as he crawled up form the foot of your bed and right to your wetness. He dove in without much of a warning and began eating you out like there was no tomorrow. His nose hit your clit and you swear you saw stars in your vision. You were close to cumming “Antonio. I’m close.” You warned him as your hands went to his hair pushing him further but just when you were about to cum, he pulled away and you head fell and you whimpered.
“You don’t get to cum yet. Bad girls don’t get to.” He said and you shuddered at his deepened voice. He crawled up to you and you watched him grab his cock and slide it through your folds and pushing right into you without warning. Your head fell back against the pillows and you and he moaned. “You’re so tight.” He said and began to roughly thrust into not really giving you a chance to adjust. You liked the roughness and the slight pain from being stretched in ways no other man had stressed you. The pace was fast and rough. He attacked both of your breasts one had his mouth and the other had his hand and the other hand was on your clit and then he would switch. You were coming close to the edge again and you could tell he was too due to the sloppiness of this thrusts and him moaning more. Your hands were gripping the bed sheets then your hands went to his shoulders and your nails dug into them and hissed. “Cum for me.” He said to you that is exactly what you did and so did he. He painted your walls white and you were in pure bliss. This is what you wanted and you were glad you came to his house.
Antonio pulled out of you once you both came down from your high and collapsed on the other side of you. “I’m glad I got your number and address.” You told him and looked over at him.
“I am too. You caught my eye when I walked up to your window. You don’t know how badly I wanted to bend you over the hood and fuck you right then and there for all the world to see.” He said and you nodded.
“I would’ve been perfectly fine with that.” You said and he chuckled and smirked. He pulled back to the covers and you both got underneath them and you both quickly fell asleep. Yeah, you thought you were definitely glad you came over tonight. You just hoped this would continue.
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 7 months
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For Chrissy
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Summary: Vickie just wanted to make sure the cops were doing their jobs to find her cousin's killer. She didn't expect this to happen. A fanfiction story where Rovickie is the main course. Steddie and Hellcheer are the sides. Warning: It's long.
They say that your brain decides to trust someone in seconds. The first time that Vickie Fisher first talked to Eddie Munson, she was lying face first on the ground, hoping that no one saw her trip over nothing.
"Are you okay?" A voice asked.
"Oh God, please, let me die," Vickie said. "You didn't see that, did you?"
"Unfortunately for you, yes, but I give you points for sticking the landing," the guy said. "And then just staying there."
"I belong to the floor now," Vickie replied.
"Are you too proud to accept help from the town freak?" The man asked.
Vickie looked up and saw Eddie Munson standing above her. He was grinning. There was something in his soft brown eyes, a sparkle of mirth and understanding. He held out his hand for her to take, and she took it.
"Thanks," she said softly as he helped her up.
Vickie smiled at the memory as she pulled into the Wheeler's driveway. She was doing this for Chrissy, and hopefully Eddie because she doubted that a guy like that could harm anyone. She knew that if Chrissy were still alive that she wouldn't believe it either. Vickie took a deep breath and got out of the car. She walked up the front door and knocked. A moment later, a blond woman with big hair answered the door. She assumed that she was the owner of the house: Mrs. Wheeler.
"Hi, my name is Vickie Fisher. I'm Chrissy's cousin and I was told that Chief Powell was here," Vickie said.
"Yes, of course, come in," Mrs. Wheeler said and led her into a sitting room where the Chief was sitting. "Chief Powell, this is Vickie Fisher, and she says she's Chrissy's cousin."
"Laura Cunningham made it clear that they didn't have any other family members," the chief said.
"Of course, she would," Vickie rolled her eyes and handed him a picture. "I came prepared. That's all of us at Thanksgiving. As you can clearly tell Laura is my father's twin sister."
"Why would she lie to us?" a scrawny look cop asked.
"Maybe to cover up the fact that she's been abusing her daughter," Vickie scowled. "We tried to get Chrissy to live with us a couple of years ago, Laura got mad and cut us off. Laura was determined to control every aspect of her life including what she wore and what she ate. She even told her who to date. I can guarantee that Chrissy never wanted to date Jason. She only did it to make her mother happy. On the night of the basketball game, she broke up with Jason because she told me she found someone she actually liked. I know Jason was angry with her and I know he saw her get into Eddie Munson's van. If you search the Cunningham's house, you'll find that there are locks on the fridge and under a lose floorboard under a rug there's a diary where Chrissy documented everything. Eddie Munson shouldn't be your only suspect. Chrissy never liked Jason. In fact, she always told me that she was scared of him, and her diary will prove that."
She was rambling and breathing heavily, on the verge of a panic attack. She hadn't realized that she had been crying until Mrs. Wheeler handed her a tissue.
"Why did you wait so long to come forward?" the scrawny looking guy asked.
"Because Jason scares me too," Vickie said meekly. "And so does Laura."
They questioned her some more and then allowed her to go. As Vickie was walking to her car, she noticed four kids sneaking out of the house. One of them, a younger girl with cute braids slashed the tires and then they all drove off on their bikes. Vickie waited a minute before following them. She had a feeling that these were the people to talk to. Of course, they quickly realized that she was following them and stopped their bikes. A curly haired boy with a hat banged on her window. She rolled it down with a sheepish grin.
"Who the hell are you and why are you following us?" Dustin asked. "Do you work for them?"
"Uh. . .I just want to know what happened to my cousin," Vickie said blushing.
"Your cousin?" he asked.
"Chrissy," she said softly and showed him the picture. "Look, why don't you get in and I'll bring you to wherever you have to go? I'm going to follow you anyway and you can't out bike a car."
"Are you sure that you want to know?" he asked.
"Are we sure that we want to get into a stranger's car?" Erica asked.
"She's more than my cousin, she's like my sister. We grew up together. I have to know," Vickie said.
"I guess we're ignoring Erica," she sighed.
They abandoned their bikes and climbed into the car. She quickly drove off.
"Where to?" she asked.
"Forest Hills trailer park," he said. "By the way, I'm Dustin Henderson, that's Lucas Sinclair, his sister Erica, and Max Mayfield."
"I wish I could say that it's nice to meet you but I kind of wish it was under better circumstances," she sniffed. "Tell me."
"There's a monster that we call Vecna, he comes from the Upside Down, another dimension that lives underneath Hawkins. We've been fighting it since '83. He cursed Chrissy, Fred Benson, Patrick McKinney, and Max. He's been haunting their dreams, targeting their traumas then he killed them to open gates into our world," Dustin said.
"She's been having nightmares," Vickie realized. "She told me and I. . . I didn't think they were anything else."
"You believe us?" Max asked.
"Something strange has been going on in Hawkins for a long time now," Vickie said. "Besides, I've always been open minded."
"Wait, you implied that you know Eddie?" Lucas asked.
"Enough to know that Eddie isn't a serial killer," she replied.
"Wait, are you - are you in love with Eddie?" Dustin asked and she burst into laughter.
"No, absolutely not. I'm enamored with someone else," Vickie said. "And the name of that person is very much classified."
"Aw but we told you about our deep dark secret," Dustin grinned.
"Good point, but still no," Vickie said.
"Alright, I won't push it," Dustin said and paused. "You should know that the gate we're going to is where Chrissy died. We need to get to it in order to save Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, and Eddie. They accidentally got stuck in the Upside Down."
"Wait, we're going there to rescue people and Robin's one of them?" Vickie asked.
"You know Robin - ah!"
Vickie stepped on the gas, flooring it. They got to Eddie's trailer pretty quickly. Dustin got out of the car, clutching his stomach.
"I think I might puke," Dustin said.
"Don't be such a baby," Erica said.
"That was awesome," Lucas said.
They walked into the trailer and stared at the dark, oozing gate on the ceiling where Chrissy died. The sight of it made Vickie sick to her stomach.
"Shouldn't there be an opening?" Vickie asked.
"It looks like we're going to have to make one," Max said.
Vickie grabbed a broom and started tearing at the flimsy look material spread across the gate. It was disgusting. Finally, she managed to tear through. Vickie was looking up at Robin, Steve Harrington, and Eddie Munson.
"Vickie?" Robin asked.
"Robin?! Are you okay?!" Vickie asked.
Robin blushed and she caught Steve smirking at her. . . almost as if he knew something. Vickie blushed.
"How? Why?" Robin asked.
"Ask questions later. Let's get through the gate," Steve said.
It was Dustin who figured out how to get them through. He tied sheets together and tossed them through the gate. They grabbed Eddie's mattress and tossed it under the gate for them to fall onto. Robin was the first one through. Vickie grinned and helped her up. She hugged her tightly before pulling back.
"Hi," Vickie said.
"Hi," Robin said.
"Holy shit, that was fun!" Eddie exclaimed.
Vickie blushed and pulled away from Robin at the same that Robin pulled away from her. Of course, Dustin had to give her a look of realization in that moment which he quickly looked up at the ceiling when he did so.
"Nancy!" they heard Steve scream.
Nancy had been cursed like the others, and everyone was running around to find any music that could wake her up. Turns out that they didn't need it because, for some reason, he let her go. They scrambled across the way towards Max's trailer and into the living room as they waited for Nancy to start speaking. They waited until the early hours of the morning. Embarrassingly, Vickie had nodded off on Robin's shoulder briefly.
Nancy started talking about Vecna's plan to bring the Upside Down into Hawkins, how he showed her his plan to kill Nancy's family and everyone else. She spoke about how he showed her that he was Dr. Brenner's first experiment, that he had tricked El, a girl friend of theirs that had powers and who had helped them out many times before this. Vickie tried to wrap her head around all of this, but it was making her brain all foggy. Suddenly, she felt someone discreetly take her hand, and she found that Robin's hand was on hers. Well, that wasn't making her head any less foggy, but it was a different sort of foggy. It was a nice foggy.
"You looked a little pale," Robin whispered.
Vickie smiled and laced her fingers with Robin's, squeezing her hand tightly.
"Oh, that's just my face," Vickie whispered. "Don't you know that I'm a redhead?"
Robin covered her laugh with a cough. That's when Nancy announced that they need to go back into the Upside Down to kill Vecna. Vickie was against it as much as Eddie was. It sounded like a stupid plan.
"Not that we have don't have any other options but isn't that like sending in a five-pound yorkie to fight a grizzly bear?" Vickie asked.
"It's exactly like that, that is an excellent analogy, Vickie," Eddie said.
"Who are you?" Nancy asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Okay, that was a little rude, but I'll let that pass since everyone is a bit stressed out," she said. "Vickie Fisher. I'm Chrissy's cousin."
"You're Chrissy's cousin?" Eddie asked, looking at her softly.
"Yeah, we grew up together. She was my best friend," Vickie said.
"I'm sorry," Eddie said.
"From what I've heard, it sounds like there's nothing that you could have done," Vickie said.
"Look, I'm sorry, but we can talk about this later," Nancy said, actually looking apologetic. "We're going to need a lot of firepower."
"I think that I know the place!" Eddie exclaimed.
Max, the last to be cursed, volunteered to be the distraction. Meanwhile, they were going to steal an RV to head to the War Zone, a place her ex-boyfriend loved to go to. It was all overwhelming for her. Max was going to sacrifice herself, basically. She was just a goddamn kid. They all were. From the way that Nancy talked, Vickie doubted that they were going to win. They needed another person with powers to fight this asshole. Vickie was still going to fight by their side, though, because what were their other options? She muttered something about going to the restroom and disappeared down the hall. A moment later, there came a knock on the door.
"Vickie?" Robin asked.
Vickie opened the door and quickly pulled Robin inside. Robin stared at her in surprise.
"We could die, you know?" Vickie asked.
"Yeah, that's a possibility," Robin said.
"Can I kiss you?" she asked.
"Yeah!" Robin exclaimed.
Vickie leaned in and pressed her lips against Robin's. She gently kissed back, moving her hands to Vickie's hips. Vickie pressed harder against her lips. Robin wrapped her arms all the way around her waist as Vickie stood on her tiptoes, running her fingers through Robin's hair. Vickie was just slipping her tongue into Robin's mouth when someone knocked on the door.
"Uh, I hate to interrupt, but Nancy is really ready to go, and she's not taking no for an answer," Steve said through the door.
"Fuck you and your timing, Harrington," Robin said and paused. "You should know that he knows about me and I've kind of been talking about you."
"Aww, you've talked about me?" Vickie asked. "What did you say?"
"Um, that you're kind of my dream girl," Robin blushed.
Vickie kissed her quickly, smiling from ear to ear.
"We should go now, or Nancy might just kill us herself," Vickie said, giggling. "She's kind of scary."
Robin and Vickie followed everyone to the RV. Vickie tried not to laugh at Eddie in the Michael Meyers mask, but it was difficult, especially since he moved like he was a human puppet. They all managed to succesfully sneak into the back window. Eddie hotwired the vehicle while Steve was the one to drive it. Due to the fact that they were stealing it, it was a rough ride out of the trailer park, and Vickie ended up falling into Robin. Luckily, Robin caught her around the waist. Vickie looked at Robin with shining eyes.
"Hi," Vickie said breathlessly.
"Hi," Robin said.
"It's lucky you caught me," Vickie said.
"It's lucky you're cute," Robin said.
"Uh, you guys do know we can hear you?" Lucas asked, and Max elbowed him in the stomach.
"We don't judge. I would be a hypocrite," Max said. "I'm bisexual."
"Is it a redheaded thing?" Vickie joked, and Max laughed.
"No, it's not!" Eddie and Steve exclaimed.
Vickie watched in amusement as Eddie slowly turned around to look at Steve. Since the cat was out of the bag, Vickie was free to settle into Robin's side. Everyone else was cool with it. She wondered if Chrissy would have been cool with it. That's when she realized that she had never gotten the chance to tell Chrissy about Robin, and she was never going to. Vickie sucked in a deep breath as if she had been punched in the stomach.
"Are you okay?" Robin asked.
"It just hit me that I'm never going to talk to Chrissy again," Vickie said and let out an ugly sob.
"Oh, Vickie," Robin said softly.
Robin held her close and let her cry into her chest. Vickie's entire body shook with sobs, and she couldn't help but feel embarrassed about it. She must look like a little baby. When she finally let it all out, when she finally couldn't cry anymore, Vickie pulled away from Robin slightly.
"Sorry about that," Vickie said.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," Robin said.
"Yeah, I cried too, you know," Eddie said.
"You did?" Vickie asked.
"Like a baby," Eddie said. "Everyone in the vehicle has cried over the shitty thing that's happened to them. Apparently, it's a normal reaction, which is weird because I don't think I've been normal a day in my life."
Vickie giggled as she settled against Robin, feeling comforted by the feeling of Robin's long fingers trailing up and down her back.
"What's your favorite movie?" Vickie asked.
"Huh?" Robin asked.
"If I'm going to take you on a date, I need to know your favorite movie," Vickie said. "I think you already know mine. I rented it a lot from you guys, and I kept pausing it in one place so I could subtly let you know that I'm into - "
"Boobies!" Steve exclaimed from the front seat. "I knew it! I told you!"
"I'm giving you up for adoption! You're no longer my platonic soulmate!" Robin said.
"By the way, she's going to tell you that her favorite movie is Dr. Zhivago, but really, it's Grease. Also, she'll say she likes Mr. Mom because it reminds her of my life," Steve said, and Eddie cackled. "But she just really thinks it's funny."
"Traitor!" Robin hissed.
"It's okay. I like Grease too," Vickie laughed.
"And hey, I like Grease too!" Eddie exclaimed, and everyone looked at him. "What? Because I'm a big bad metalhead, I'm only supposed to like metalhead things? Please. I like the music. Didn't necessarily like the ending because I felt like she shouldn't have had to change for him. Plus, the car just flew away?"
"Maybe they smoked some bad weed, and they were literally high," Vickie giggled.
"You might be onto something, Vickie!" Eddie exclaimed. "They were all high as kites! It explains why they kept bursting into song. I think I like it even better now."
"Wonder what it would be like to get high and then watch the movie," Vickie said.
"After this, we should find out," Eddie grinned.
"You're talking about this in front of underage teenagers, you do realize that?" Nancy asked with a grin.
"Who are also sitting in a stolen vehicle on the way to buy guns, Wheeler," Eddie said.
"Fair point," Nancy laughed.
"Of age teenagers are invited, the rest are not," Eddie said.
"Damn," Dustin said.
"It's alright. I've already been drunk and I didn't like it very much," Lucas said.
"You did what?" Steve asked sharply.
"Hey, Mr. Mom, eyes on the road," Eddie said. "Ground him later."
Vickie walked into the War Zone with Robin, Nancy, Steve, and Erica while the others stayed behind. Nancy went to get the guns while others shopped for other weapons and battle gear. Steve went to get proper stuff for his bat bites, something that alarmed Vickie because she hadn't known that interdimensional bats had ripped out pieces of his flesh. Vickie was wandering the aisle when she found a cute little red beret. She took it and plopped it right onto Robin's head.
"Oh, very cute. Definitely suits you," Vickie said.
"Really?" Robin asked, striking a pose, and Vickie giggled.
"Vickie?"
She whirled around and froze. Oh, she should have known. Of course, she'd run into her ex.
"Hey, Brian," Vickie said.
"Hey, I heard about Chrissy. I'm so sorry," Brian asked. "Do the police know what happened?"
"Uh, thanks, and no, the police think they know what happened," Vickie said, looking nervous.
"How are you holding up?" Brian asked.
"I'm good," Vickie said and looked at Robin.
She looked as awkward as Vickie felt.
"Yeah, she's good," Robin said quickly, her brow twitching. "I mean, she can speak for herself, which is obviously what she just did. And I know she's good because we've been hanging out today, you know, making sure she's good. You know, because she is."
With amusement, Vickie realized that Robin was a little jealous and it was very cute. Vickie smiled fondly at her.
"Oh. Well. I'm glad Vickie has such a good friend," Brian said, smiling knowingly.
"You know?" Vickie gasped. "How do you know?"
"Come on, Phoebe Cates?" He grinned.
"Oh, I was obvious, wasn't I?" Vickie winced.
"A little. I always knew, Vick. I was your friend first, remember? I figured you would tell me when you were ready," Brian shrugged. "At first, it made me uncomfortable, and I wondered if that was me or what my parents taught me. I didn't have to think that way because my parents did. I looked at you, and you were still Vickie Fisher. Nothing changed. You're still my friend."
Vickie grinned and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. She broke the hug and watched as he turned to Robin. They looked at each other awkwardly. They held out their hands and then pulled them back as if they were going to shake hands. Robin panicked and held up her hand for a high five. Brian grinned and high fived her.
"See you," Brian said and walked away.
"What was that?" Vickie asked Robin, laughing.
"I panicked!" Robin exclaimed and burst into laughter with Vickie.
"Did I miss something?" Steve asked as he approached them.
"Robin high fived my ex-boyfriend," Vickie giggled.
"Oh my God! Robin!" Steve exclaimed. "You panicked, didn't you?"
Now, they were parked in a field, making their final preparations. Vickie was sitting next to Steve, making molotovs for the fight against Vecna.
"So. . .you want to date my best friend?" Steve asked.
"Oh God," Vickie grinned. "Is this where you tell me that you're going to beat me up if I hurt her?"
"Oh God, no, I would just be severely disappointed with my hands on my hips and look at you like this," Steve said and gave her very big puppy dog eyes.
"Oh God! Put those away," Vickie laughed.
"So, tell me what you like about Robin," Steve laughed.
"She's funny and smart. She speaks so many languages! I can't do that. It's amazing she can do that. I love the way that she rambles when she's nervous because I do that, too. I love the way that her eyes sparkle when she talks about something she's passionate about. I love the way her hands move when she talks and . . . Oh God, I'm rambling," Vickie blushed.
"I don't think I'm going to need to throw you the puppy dog eyes," Steve said. "Seems like my best friend is in good hands."
"What are you guys talking about?" Robin asked as she left the RV and plopped down next to Vickie.
"Nothing," they said in unison.
"Riggght," Robin said.
"Well, I was just talking about how great you are," Vickie leaned in to whisper.
"Really? And what great things were you saying?" Robin asked.
"Oh, wouldn't you like to know?" Vickie giggled.
"You know if you guys wanted to, now would be the perfect time to be alone in the RV?" Steve asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Put those eyebrows away, Steven," Robin glared.
"I'm serious," Steve said. "I've got this."
"You don't want to go into the RV and make out with me, Robin?" Vickie asked innocently.
"I mean - if you - I mean - do you - ?," Robin sputtered.
"I do," Vickie grinned.
Eddie jumped behind Steve, clamping his hands on his shoulders.
"Go forth, Birdie - ," Eddie said.
"It's Robin," she corrected.
"And be with your lady love," he said. "I'll help Stevie."
"What if someone needs the RV?" Robin asked.
"Don't worry, Buckley, if Stevie and I decided that we need to start making out, then we'll just do it in front of the children and scar them for life," Eddie said and Steve let out a loud squawk.
Vickie laughed as she pulled Robin into the RV, leading her into the back. She pushed Robin onto the couch and straddled her waist. Robin laughed.
"Sorry, am I too eager?" Vickie asked.
"Just eager enough," Robin said and pulled her in for a kiss.
Vickie smiled against her lips and pinned Robin's hands above her hands. She slid her fingers through Robin's as she kissed her hungrily. Vickie broke the kiss and released her hands.
"Are you - I mean, are you my girlfriend?" Vickie asked.
"Do you want me to be your girlfriend?" Robin asked.
"Yeah," Vickie said.
"Then I guess I'm your girlfriend," Robin replied.
Vickie squealed and buried her face into Robin's neck. She laughed, wrapping her arms tightly around Vickie, and pressed a hard kiss to her cheek. Vickie moved her head and started pressing kisses to Robin's neck. She giggled when she felt Robin moan, and she decided to take a little nibble.
"You bit me!" Robin shrieked with laughter.
"Sorry, I really like your neck," Vickie said. "It's very pretty. Should I stop?"
Vickie nibbled, sucked, and kissed her neck, enjoying every sound that Robin made as she did so. Robin let out a growl, and suddenly, she had Vickie on her back.
"I have no idea what the hell I'm doing," Robin said.
"It's okay, I don't either," she replied. "We can be clueless together."
Once they properly gave each other hickies, they stepped out of the RV with the biggest grins on their faces.
"So, how'd you make out?" Eddie asked with a grin, and Steve hit him in the shoulder. "What? It's an innocent question?"
"Not from you, it's not," Steve said.
"Aw, baby, are you jealous?" Eddie asked. "You know, the RV is free. If you want, we can go in there, and I can mark up that pretty little neck of yours?"
"Not even if you were the last man on earth," Steve scoffed and walked into the RV.
"You know you want me," Eddie said, following him into the RV.
"Shut up," Steve said.
"Make me, big boy!" Eddie yelled as he slammed the door behind him.
After that, they geared up for battle. As Vickie zipped up her own battle vest, she watched Robin slip on her own and then the beret that Vickie had picked out for her. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She wasn't going with Robin when she set off to kill Vecna. It made sense that they needed another person to help with the distraction efforts, but she hated not being there for Robin. She grinned as she watched Robin struggle with her zipper. Vickie walked over to her and helped her with it, smiling as she felt Robin's gaze on her.
"You can still back out, you know?" Robin asked.
"Are you going to back out?" Vickie asked.
"No."
"Then neither am I," Vickie said. "Besides, this is for Chrissy."
"For Chrissy."
They dropped Max, Lucas, and Erica off at the Creel house before driving off back towards Eddie's trailer. They climbed into the Upside, Vickie's first trip through.
"This is fucked up," Vickie said when she walked out side the trailer.
"Isn't it?" Eddie asked her.
Vickie took Robin's hands before they went their separate ways.
"Be careful," Vickie said.
"You two," Robin said.
"You know, you should use everything you've got at this fucker. Especially the axe, you know. Especially when he's doing his mind meld thing, and it probably would be more effective if you use the axe. Just slam it right into that fucker's skull, right down the middle. Even though you would have to get real close to him, he would be distracted. Just to make sure that he's dead-dead, chop him up into little pieces and barbecue him. You know, for Chrissy," Vickie said. "I think I'm panicking a little."
Robin slammed her lips to Vickie's, and they clung to each other tightly as they kissed. Vickie was crying, and she could taste her own salty tears in Robin's mouth. They broke apart, and Robin wiped away her tears with her thumbs.
"Good luck," Vickie said, then looked over at Steve and Nancy. "To you too, but you guys are going to need to get good luck kisses from someone else because only Robin gets mine."
"Did you hear that, big boy? You wanna pucker up, and I can give you all of the good luck that you want?" Eddie asked, winking at him.
"Keep it in your pants, Munson," Steve replied.
They finally parted ways. Vickie, Eddie, and Dustin got to work, turning the trailer into a cage.
"He so wants me," Eddie grinned, and Vickie giggled.
"I'm not sure the way to Steve’s heart is to annoy him so much, Eddie," Dustin said.
"Well, I heard from a little bird that this is exactly how you buttheads managed to worm your way into his life," Eddie said. "You annoyed your way right in."
"Yeah, but we never wanted to kiss him," Dustin growled and wiggled his eyebrows at him.
"Never ever do that again, Henderson," Eddie said. "Isn't there something that you could be doing inside?"
Dustin raised his hands and wandered inside. They were left outside to work quietly. Every so often, Eddie would stop to look at Vickie.
"What's up, Eddie?" Vickie asked.
"Uh, I hope you don't mind if I ask this. . .," Eddie said softly. "What was Chrissy like growing up?"
"Wonderful. She was so funny and she saw beauty in everything, even in this old abandoned house we would stumble upon our many adventures. She dreamed of traveling the world, and she wanted to draw, but she was trapped like a bird in a cage. Her mother wanted to control everything, every aspect of her life, and I think it's because it annoyed her to no end that the one thing she couldn't control was Chrissy's heart," Vickie said, pausing. "She told me about that day in the woods. She told me every single detail. She always remembered you, Eddie. I know because I was sitting beside her when she watched you on stage. She thought you were so beautiful, Eddie."
Eddie's hands were shaking, and he was crying.
"I thought she was beautiful too," Eddie sobbed. "And I just feel so -,"
"You have nothing to feel guilty about," Vickie told him. "Nothing."
She hadn't realized that she had been crying until Eddie hugged her tightly.
"I think we're all set inside - Oh, shit! My bad!"
Spon, Vickie was sitting by Dustin on the roof, watching Eddie's performance - the performance he dedicated to Chrissy. She couldn't help but find the beauty that Chrissy had seen in Eddie in that moment. It wasn't the same beauty that Chrissy had for him, but it was beauty none the less. Vickie shared a grin with Dustin. When they got inside, they jumped together in excitement over the most metal concert ever, and then they got to work to cover the vents as the bats pounded against the trailer trying to come in. Once all vents were successfully covered, Dustin went up the rope to the other side, and then Vickie followed after him. Dustin and Vickie looked up at the gate. Eddie was frozen on the other side.
"Eddie!" They called out.
Suddenly, Eddie was cutting the rope and running out the door. Fuck. She needed to make fire. Nancy had said that the Demogorgons hated it, so why shouldn't the Demobats? Vickie found a thing of hairspray and a lighter. There wasn't really anything else. She paused at the gate and turned to Dustin.
"Stay here," she told him. "Please."
It's probably not going to do anything, but she had to try, right? It's better than doing nothing. She jumped through the gate and landed on her feet. Chrissy always told her she was like a cat. She ran off after Eddie and saw him get knocked off his bike by the hundreds of bats that surrounded him. She gripped the whistle around her neck. She liked whistles. Eddie stood in the middle of the swarm of bats, screaming at them. Vickie wrapped her lips around her whistle and blew. The bats started heading her way, but some of them had knocked Eddie to the ground.
They suddenly started screeching in pain, which was odd because there wasn't any sound coming from her new whistle. She looked at it. Oh. It was a dog whistle. Oh, she was dumb. She was really dumb. Eddie screamed in pain. Shit. She moved closer to them and blew the whistle. They go of Eddie, screaming, and they continued to scream until they suddenly started to drop. Vickie watched as they all died, looking at the bodies in shock and then at the whistle in her hand. She shook her head and ran towards Eddie, who was still lying on the ground. His cheek was bleeding.
"Eddie?" Vickie asked.
"Did you do that?" Eddie asked. "Did you kill them?"
"With a dog whistle? I don't think so," Vickie said. "Are you going to live?"
"I think so," Eddie groaned. "I belong to the floor now, though."
Vickie rolled her eyes and helped him up. He stood up shakily and pressed a hand to his neck. Vickie punched him in the shoulder.
"Ow!"
"Dumbass!"
They walked back into the trailer, fixed the rope, and climbed back to the other side. Vickie grabbed the first aid kit from the bathroom and started fixing up Eddie's face while Dustin gave Eddie a lecture.
"I'm sorry for scaring you both. It's just that the bats were heading back towards the others. I couldn't let those winged alien bastards get to them," Eddie said. "I didn't want to be a coward who runs away."
"Eddie Munson, you were never a coward for running away that night. I'll say this again, you have nothing to feel guilty about. Nothing. I know Chrissy, she would have wanted you to run away. She was already dead and you had no clue what was going on," Vickie said. "Chrissy was my cousin by blood and my sister by heart. She would have told you that you didn't owe her anything by doing what you just did. She also would have beaten you with her tiny little fists."
"She would have kicked my ass too," Eddie sniffed and they sat down on Eddie's couch in silence, Eddie's cheek now bandaged.
"You're still an idiot," Dustin said.
Two days later. . .
Vickie walked towards the Hopper cabin, hand in hand with Robin. They stopped when they saw Steve's car pull up and watched as Steve got out with Eddie jumping out of the passenger side door. Dustin, Max, and Lucas spilled out of the backseat.
"Aw, they look like a little family," Vickie giggled.
"No, there's no way. Steve hates him," Robin said. "He's been complaining about him nonstop for the last few days."
"Robin, baby. . .," Vickie laughed. "Don't look now."
Steve and Eddie walked up, hand in hand.
"Oh, he's got some explaining to do," Robin said. "I missed it. How did I miss it?"
"You were very distracted," Vickie grinned.
"That's a good point."
They walked into the cabin and found the Byers' waiting for them inside, along with a thought to be dead Chief Jim Hopper. No one seemed to care about how he was back, just that he was back. Everyone took turns hugging him tightly.
"We called everyone here to make sure that everyone involved was okay," Joyce said. "And to answer any questions that anyone has."
"Well, aside from a few bat bites and several nightmares, I think we're good," Eddie said cheerfully.
"Oh, I'm sorry you got involved in this," Joyce said.
"It's okay, or it will be," Eddie said softly. "I'm just glad that I'm no longer wanted for murder and it's all thanks to everyone here but especially to Miss Vickie Fisher."
"I just told the truth," Vickie blushed.
"Oh, girls, did the bats get you too?" Joyce said as she gazed at Vickie and Robin's neck.
The ones who knew giggled behind their hands.
"Yes, yes, it was the bats . . . they wrapped around their throats and bruised their necks. Yes, the bats!" Dustin said loudly.
"That's not necessary, Dusty," Robin said fondly.
"Are we missing something here?" Hopper asked.
The others laughed harder and soon they couldn't contain it any longer.
"Is someone going to tell us, goddamnit?!"
Vickie laughed into Robin's shoulder. It seemed that her group of friends were getting better and a part of her felt guilty about that because Chrissy should be here, but she knew that Chrissy would be happy for her. She hoped that wherever Chrissy was, that she was happy like she was.
"Seriously?! Anybody?!"
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A few years ago
Shrugging his jacket on, Armstrong moved to get out of the car, grabbing his satchel and holstering his weapon as he closed the car door behind him. He looked around as he walked towards the house. It was nothing special, a run down house in a run down neighbourhood; he had seen places like these thousands of times. 
He stopped at the almost decaying door, taking a moment to collect himself. There was no room for error, he had lost judgement before, he couldn’t do it again. Raising his fist, he knocked on the door thrice before taking a hand to cover the peephole. 
Armstrong listened out for footsteps in the house, nodded to himself when he heard the thudding grow closer. With his other hand, he adjusted the brown leather satchel on his shoulder, worn in material providing a small sense of familiarity as it ran through his fingers. 
The door opened with a loud screech, the hinges grinding against each other. Armstrong winced at the noise, quickly trying to regain composure in his expression as Kade Sullivan stepped into his view. 
Sullivan looked to be half the man Armstrong once knew. Where there was once a strong, formidable detective stood a man hunched over, looking as if he had crawled through Hell alone just to answer the door. Pristine and tailored suits replaced with baggy jogging bottoms and an exercise shirt which was clearly used for anything but. The biggest difference was the look in his eye, where there was once a glint of hope, determination to help people was replaced by an empty, sorrowful look. It was as if there was no life behind his gaze at all. 
At the sight of his former partner, Sullivan tried to slam the door shut but Armstrong moved his foot to block the door from shutting. “Sullivan. We need to talk.”
“I have nothing to say to you.” Sullivan snapped, crossing his arms. 
“Then let me do the talking. You just need to listen,” Armstrong reasoned, trying not to let his desperation show. “You owe me this much.”
Sullivan considered his words before moving back inside, leaving the door open for Armstrong to follow. 
The inside of the home was not much better than the outside. The furniture was shabby and falling apart, windows covered in makeshift cloth curtains, barely letting in any sunlight. Armstrong had expected this, what he hadn’t expected was to find boxes upon boxes of case files. Paperwork spread haphazardly across the floor with no rhyme or reason to their organisation. Photos were scattered on top of the files. And a clearly stolen handgun placed carefully on the coffee table. 
Armstrong carefully stepped over the papers and towards the sagging couch, careful not to disturb anything as he took a seat. 
“I’m here to collect a favour.”
Sullivan rolled his eyes, leaning against the doorframe. “I don't owe you a goddamn thing. Now get out of my house.”
“What are you gonna do?” Armstrong prodded. “Call the cops, let your friends know how the mighty have fallen, I don't think so. Now about that favour.”
Sullivan grunted as a prompt for Armstrong to continue, crossing his arms as he did so. 
“Go back to work. The detectives need you. And I need you to feed me information.”
“A dirty cop? Forget it.”
Armstrong chuckled at Sullivan’s statement. “That's rich, coming from you. I know you've got ties to people you shouldn’t . how long do you think it would take me just to figure out who exactly those phone calls you often took at work were too, if i really dedicated myself to it.”
Sullivan stayed quiet. “I'll see you back at work on Monday then, there's a new detective that has just been promoted, better bring your a-game. Oh, and don't worry about your return to work paperwork. I'll deal with it.” 
Armstrong stood up, nodded at Sullivan as he left the man in his living room. He quickly left the property and drove away, too smug to notice that Sullivan didn’t seem to argue back too much. That, compared to his reputation, he was far too docile.
———-
“You were right,” Kade said into the phone later that evening once darkness had fallen. “He brought it all.”
“Good, good,” the voice of Roslaind Dyer rang back down the phone. “I feel like embarrassing him some more, don't you. He was the reason you're in that hellhole of a house to begin with.”
“Don't remind me.”
Rosalind laughed. “You said a new detective was starting, yes? Would it not be the best way to embarrass him as to allow me to continue to play with the LAPD. Wipe that detective off the grid. Leave enough clues. Drive her crazy. I don't care, but tell me everything . I fancy a new plaything, afterall.”
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Dark! Jason Dilaurentis X Black Reader
Warnings: language, back shots, slight forced motion, bathroom sex, oral
"y/n, get your ass over here right now" the blonde said through the phone. You and four others were best friends with the meanest girl in Rosewood.
Even worse, she would force you specifically to sleepover at her house. Days ago, she had told you she was getting anonymous texts from someone named "A". Meaning, Allison was as clingy has ever. I’ve never seen her scared before. I was genuinely worried.
So when she called I always went.
"Fine, just let me pack my stuff" I uttered. I frantically stuffed my bag with needed necessities, and made my way over to Ali's.
I knocked on her front door and to my surprise, her big brother Jason answered it. He glared at me erotically, as if I wore a naked bird waiting for its mother to bathe him.
The glare went on for about a minute. Was he going to let me through or what. I hope Alison comes down the stairs, I hate awkward silences. Jason was so tall and so muscular you could his body print through the shirt. I couldn’t deny it, Jason was really fine. The first time I met him was in the summer of 6th grade, I was sure he was annoyed by me.
“Do you wanna go to your friend or should I close the door” he asks. I shake my head yes and walk past him and I go straight to Allison’s room. I don’t even look back, my body aches in embarrassment. Jason seemed mad, maybe something happened before I came and now I made him more upset.
Hours have gone by, and we still haven't figured out who "A" is. I don’t want to sound like a bad friend or anything but I’m not really surprised that Allison has someone bothering her. She torments other people and I hate when she does that shit. I almost stopped being her friend because of it ,she begged me for days to forgive her and I finally budged.
Allison was really scared though, I’d never seen her in this state before, she’s usually the bully but now she’s the bullied. She’s digging in her box, looking at all the notes from A. I squeeze her shoulder, so she’s knows I’m here for her. “Alli maybe you should give this a break, and A hasn’t texted once since I have been here, maybe they’re done”
“They are not, I’m telling you if u weren’t here, they would be sending paper plates to my window with threats” She looks at me as her face is puffy, I haven’t made to much attention to her face since I got here, but her eyes are puffy and her skin is red. She had been crying. “We could go to the cops and report them” As I finish the sentence she breaks out into tears crashing into her bed. “Don’t you think I thought that, they’ll hurt me if I do it” I’m about to open myself but her mother walks right in and calls us for dinner.
The table was so quiet, it differed largely from my household. There was no loud kids crying , no small conversations nothing.
I kept trying to figure out who would be trying to mess with Allison but the list of people who hated ali was too long. She’s so scared and fragile kind of like a baby, it was like I was walking on glass around her. I could say one thing and she’ll crack. I didn’t know what to say to her and she didn’t tell the rest of the girls, so I don’t have anyone else to talk about this too.
I picked at my spaghetti and meatballs, twirling the noodles on my fork. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt a large hand on my thigh, I look down to see Jason's hand caressing it.
I didn’t hate it, it’s not like Jason was unattractive but he was Ali’s big brother so he was automatically off limits. I learned that when Hannah looked at him too hard last summer and Ali had a fit. If she sees this she’s definitely gonna do more then have a fit. I can’t do this Ali, she was just crying infront of me upstairs and now I’m getting touched by her brother, am I a bad friend.
I closed my eyes hoping when I open them again his hand would disappear but it didn’t. I opened them again to still see his hand still on my bare thigh. I had to leave. Allison and I have had our arguments and pretty fights but this is pushing it. I get Allison mad but who knows what she would do is she was furious.
"Can I be excused" I asked before getting up without hearing an answer. I had to get out of that situation, I head to bathroom and wash my face, I was sweating like crazy. I look at myself in the mirror to see Jason behind me. His hard body was pressed up on my butt. I realize I was practically arching in front of the mirror.
“You were gonna leave with out saying goodbye” he asked. I look at him using the mirror,he was looking down at me. N-no just needed to step away for a few” I stuttered. He moved his body slowly caressing his groan on my butt.The feeling was painful but a good painful, I wanted to feel more of that.
If Ali sees this I’m dead. Before I knew it Jason pants came off and so did mine. He bent me over the sink and my arch was lowkey pretty. He moved his dick up and down, teasing me. He slide it inside slowly , we both moaned as it was entering. He started slow and I couldn’t control myself, my moans were just slipping out with no control. Hearing this he went even faster, he covered my mouth. So nobody would hear, his groans were low and sexy.
"You like that princess" he asked. I couldn’t even answer, his dick was taking me away. He went faster and faster, you could hear the sink rattling a little bit. I was enjoying it but I was getting worried, what if Allison came looking for me, I’ve been gone for some time now. He grabs my neck and he goes fully in, he takes slow shots. I’m taking every inch of him. He groaned loudly, he came.
He was so close behind me, I could feel his body heat. He turned me around and looked in my face. I didn’t look away for a second. He was so beautiful I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His lips looked so soft, I had to taste them. I leaned in and kissed him , he kissed back. Our tongues were fighting each other and his mouth tasted like fresh mint. He was such a good kisser, I loved every sound he made. He groaned and I moaned, he reached into my shirt grabbing my titties. He took them out the bra and started touching my nibbles. His hands were so cold, goosebumps came over my body. He lifted up my shirt and started sucking my titties.
Nobody has ever done that to me before. The boys in this town don’t know how to please a girl, since jason was man he knew how to do it. He looked up at me with his brown/green eyes (I forgot the color), he looked like an angel, my pussy was in heat, I took his hands and brought them down to my pussy, he took a look at me and put his head in between my legs. I moaned softly, so he could hear. His head was warm and his tongue was so wet. He was eating me out, it felt so good. I was leaking into his mouth and he slurped up everything. “Jason” I moan. I brush my hand through his hair, it was extremely soft. As I came in his mouth, there was a knock on the door, Ali was on the other side of it.
“Y/n, Y/n” she screamed, she banged on the door, I was so scared I pushed jason off of me and started putting my clothes on. He looks at me calm, I motion my hand to the shower , and he goes in it I throw him his clothes and I leave the bathroom.
“What took you so long”
“I had gas” I lied.
“Ew” she said, she walks and I follow behind her. More A hunt, I turn around and I see Jason quietly leaving the bathroom. We lock eyes and he blows me a kiss. Oh my god Jason is so fine
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