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mags-writes · 1 year

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Unconfirmed - part 1 || Rick Flag x OC

Summary: After Maeve O'Malley goes to prison for assassination and narrowly avoids getting the Blackcat moniker slapped on her record, she's pulled from her cell and brought into the chaos awaiting in Midway City. Only thing is, she was explicitly requested by Rick Flag, her former squad leader and Colonel back when they were in the special forces together. And they didn't end on the best of terms. Despite that, they easily slip back into their former banter but how long can it last when he won't tell her all the details of what exactly she's going up against?

Warnings: Canon-level violence, Aussie-level swearing, Harley/Joker-level abuse, angst, slow burn

Pairing: Rick Flag x Maeve O'Malley (OC)

Length: 1.5k words

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Epilogue

“Last but not least,” were the first words she heard since getting in the black SUV back at the prison. She was lead out with a firm hand on her bicep, her wrists still snuggly cuffed to each other despite that aforementioned firm hand. “We have Blackcat.”

“Hey! That was never proven!” She called out, her head snapping to the voice with her teeth bared. However, after yelling the words she came face to face with none other than Rick Flag raising that fucking eyebrow at her like he always used to. “... Sir.”

“Maeve O’Malley.” He continued, keeping his eyes on her. “She’ll be my eyes an’ ears.”

“What the hell, Rick?” She called out after being shoved to the side so her cuffs could be unlocked. “What’ve you pulled me into?”

“Nothin’ you can’t handle.” Was his reply.

“What makes you say that?” She countered, rubbing her free but sore wrists as she walked over. “It’s been a long while.”

“You acting like I don’t know how you shoot.” He mumbled once she was close enough. Somehow always managing to look down at her even though he only had a single inch on her. They checked.

She knew what he meant. He had been in the back rows of the crowd during the court case. The court case against her brother, Cai O'Connell, for a crime he didn’t commit and was thrown on him as a way to punish her. She had no choice but to come clean. She admitted to being the one to assassinate the rich guy but she lied about the why. Said some bullshit about how she was threatened to use her military training to take him out or they would kill her brother. Cai, who was one of the FBI’s best and brightest. Yeah, the upstanding moral compass skipped her in the gene pool.

She took the fall so her little brother could keep doing what he does best and Maeve went to prison. 25 to life without possibility of parole. Through the mess of the case Maeve and Cai managed to keep all the attention on them and not let it slip into the light that they had a little sister. Little Nessa would've blown a fuse at the first sign of probing questions and flash photography so it was a miracle that they kept her in the dark.

While the public and legal system didn’t know they have a little sister, Rick certainly does. One drunken night behind enemy lines on 3 hours of sleep over 5 days led to a heart-to-heart that was burned into both of their brains. He kept tabs on her for Maeve since she went to prison, visiting her when he had the chance and making sure Nessa actually got out of the house.

Rick knew what it looked like when Maeve killed people. He knew her amo. Knew what she left behind and what she took away with her. He knew her. But it goes both ways.

"Seriously." Maeve brought herself out of her thoughts. "What am I walking into?"

"The others are briefed on a terrorist attack. Hostiles shootin’ up the place. That kind of thing." His answer was between the lines and Maeve didn't like it for a second.

"Well they look like they take shots of boot oil for fun, so no surprise they're jumping on this." Her snide comment makes Rick crack a smile, something Maeve returns with a tilt of her head. "So is this a Batman, Robin, and Lazuli kind of situation, or is it the Superman, Wonder Woman, and Flash kind?"

"Lazuli hasn't been sighted in over a decade." He drawled, deviating from her question. He focussed on the child vigilante so he wouldn't have to admit to her how fucked the situation was. How out of everyone's control it truly was. How Superman could really come in handy right now if he wasn’t dead.

"Rick." Maeve said sternly like she was the one in charge instead of the convicted criminal with a bomb sitting snugly in her neck.

"The second, okay?" He suddenly took a step back and started gesturing to a crate with her name on it. "Can you get your shit sorted already? I'm not waiting on you, Sargent."

"Sir, yes Sir." She mock saluted before turning to her crate. "You're still so grumpy, jeez. You wife'd up yet?"

"Quit the yapping would you?"

Maeve turned back to him with a shit eating grin, "that's not a 'no', Colonel."

He waved her off and she scoffed out a laugh, finally giving her full attention to the crate and going down into a squat to open it. When she popped off the lid she was greeted with every single piece of her old gear back when she was in the special forces with Rick. She couldn't even begin to guess how he got all of it. How long it took to make those calls. Even who to call. But he'd done it and practically gift wrapped it for her.

How long had he been thinking about this? How long had he been involved in this?

Meave was grateful but she was also concerned. She looked up, her loose hair blowing in the wind and frowned at Rick. He was busy talking to Edwards, getting their own gear ready to go but it was like he knew she was watching him. Rick turned and met her gaze.

He knew what she was thinking. He knew she was going to worry.

He broke away briefly, almost awkwardly before looking back and making a motion with his hand that told her to hurry up.

She took a moment before good-naturedly, Maeve shrugged and dropped her pants.

In time she had her hair tied back in a tight ponytail with her personalised heat vision goggles perched in her hair. They were an older version of the ones she had stashed away in a safe house in the richer side of Gotham but she knew they got the job done regardless.

Putting on all her old gear in the blinding and hot sun brought her back to when she had last seen Rick properly. Sure she had seen him hanging around in court and he’d said some flashy words about how much of a hero she was, but they weren’t able to talk to each other. Too scared after what they had said to each other in the desert.

Maeve was done being a tool for the government, done doing their dirty work in the dark, and left to lick her wounds by herself with a piss-poor amount of cash. Both her brother and sister were in debt from going to college and she couldn’t pay them both off with what she was getting. She was traumatised, she was covered in filth, she probably had skin cancer at this point, and she knew too much. Rick was adamant that it would all pay off in the end, that it would all be worth it. He gave her nearly half his own pay to help with her brother and sister (no matter how much they argued about it) and he had full intentions to keep doing it, because what else was he going to spend it on? Who else did he care so much about? He didn’t love anyone else but her. He helped her through her nightmares and rocked her back to sleep. He let her eat his cold beans when she got soggy bacon in her MRE. He thought he couldn’t do it without her.

She had started yelling, pacing back and forth like a panther in a cage and he stood still with his hands on his hips. She knew he could talk her down, make her calm like he always did after a car bomb goes off, but he knew she could rile him up, make him angry enough to take on seven armed hostiles at once while she took on double at his back. He had her back and she had his everything. Who else could they trust in this fucked up world but each other?

She stopped yelling, instead getting in his face and he crossed his arms over his chest to put some distance between them before he started shaking her shoulders. They argued. For hours. Back and forth, kicking the sand underneath them, screaming into the night air in frustration at one another.

They ended up crying. And instead of comforting each other, they sat on opposite sides of the campfire, stewing in silence as the cold desert wind harshly raged on around them.

Maeve was gone the next morning. No note, no goodbye, just all of her gear save for a single knife that used to belong to him that she stole in a drinking game when they first met. He found out a year later, when he got back from deployment, that she was head of security for a museum in Gotham and that there just so happened to be a new mercenary in town around the same time that killed the same way she did.

#rick flag #rick flag fic #rick flag fanfic #rick flag fanfiction #rick flag x oc #rick flag x oc fic #rick flag x oc fanfic #rick flag x oc fanfiction #suicide squad fic #suicide squad fanfic #suicide squad fanfiction #dc comics #dc comics fic #dc comics fanfic #dc comics fanfiction #dc comic oc

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baubeautyandthegeek · 1 year

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Ten Things I Hate About You – Kim Greylek/Casey Novak, Past Kim Greylek/Rafael Barba

A/N: In which I look Canon in the eye and call it bullshit. Written for @adarafaelbarba ‘s Birthday Bingo. (Tagging @storiesofsvu for once since I think you might enjoy this absolute fuckery) Rafael goes back to Rita but Kim makes a better choice of new lover.... (Fills the 10 things I Hate About You Square)

(Gifs Made for me by my boo @notsosecretlyalesbian )

I caught you cheating You had the nerve to say you're sleeping Just not with her, but tell your friends That I'll be lost without you Kim knows as she leaves Rafael’s house this is the last time. His supposed ‘break’ from Rita was a lie, she had always known he’d run back to her but finding them… together… had hurt. So she left and she didn’t look back. And I'll admit it Sometimes I miss when we were in it So I made a list so I never forget All the things I hate about you Casey, of course, finds her at the bar. She’s been hiding away here for years. The one place men just won’t come, but she’s still staring at the mirror and trying to decide if she can forgive herself. She knows who called Casey, the same friends who always tried to be understanding. Serena had been the one this time, she knew from the way Serena slipped closer to order a drink ‘accidentally’ shoving her closer to Casey, almost forcing them inches away from each other. She hesitates, looks away to the mirror again, then tells Casey everything. The softness of Casey’s laugh makes it easier. “Well, we always knew he was an idiot Kim.” Casey’s voice is soft, light almost. Kim had always thought Alex and Casey were a thing, had known they were for a while, but now, now with Casey’s hand against her wrist, she wonders if this is a chance to try something new. “Yeah well, so am I.” Kim mutters, downing the drink in front of her before she can cry, ordering another and looking away when Casey’s gaze gets too much. She hates being like this, hates being in pain in public. Your friends must suck if they think you're cool A sloppy drunk obsessed with his Juul Keep buying bottles with your daddy's money

And I don't know how I fell for your shit You gross me out, now I've got the ick And I've got a list of why you don't get to fuck me Casey is silent as she watches her and Kim finally downs the second drink, grabbing Casey’s hand and pulling her away from the bar through the crowds to the smaller dancefloor, letting herself want this. Casey’s laugh is soft even as she wraps herself around her, soft hands resting at her hips. The photo looks innocent but Kim snaps several more as she and Casey settle into each other, Casey’s grip is a little more possessive this time and Kim shudders when Casey’s lips graze her ear. “His loss.” Ten, you're selfish Nine, you're jaded Eight, the dumbest guy I dated Seven, talk a big game 'til you're naked Only six seconds, and I had to fake it Five, you're toxic Four, can't trust you Three, you still got mommy issues Two years of your bullshit I can't undo One, I hate the fact that you made me love you Later, much later, she’ll send Rafael the photos, drop her phone to the nightstand and seek Casey’s lips, drowning herself in the love she’d always wanted most. Casey’s smirk is soft as they kiss, soft hands stroking over her back again until she shifts to grind into Casey, breathing out the words she never meant to let slip. “Fuck me Casey…” Casey’s laugh is soft even as she moves to do exactly that, four long years of faking it coming apart under Casey’s sure touch and firm fingers. She’s aware of the tears stinging her eyes but when Rafael rings she chooses to ignore it, tangling her hands into Casey’s hair and urging her on. She might hate Rafael but when she’s here, like this, she might just find time to forgive him eventually.

#adarafaelbarbabdaybingo #kim greylek #casey novak #rafael barba #kim/casey #casey/kim #law and order svu #law & order svu #law and order special victims unit #law & order special victims unit #not exactly rafa-hate more just... kim dealing with getting cheated on

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yes-i-have-thoughts · 1 year

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Ink Blot Thoughts: Sarah Edition

Thatcher

More Thatcher

Jonah

Back by no demand whatsoever: my thoughts on a random TMC character that my autistic brain decided to rot about!

This time my target is Mark’s younger sister, Sarah; and BOY do I have thoughts on this woman

(Quick TW for mentions of gvns, kn!ves and canon events.)

She’s got probably the smallest role in the cast, aside from maybe Dave; but I have a feeling that’s about to change. I was talking to a friend last week about her potential involvement in the storyline and I honestly believe that the storyline will end with her, if not Cesar and her. Apparently Cesar’s still alive, so you never know, maybe he wouldn’t have found out about what happened to Mark until he got back in contact with his spitfire younger sister.

Sarah’s not afraid of calling people out on their bullshit and holding them accountable, whether they want to hear it or not-but she’s not cruel. Yeah, she gave Adam what for during the call we heard and messaged him something that was a below-the-belt blow, but her second call to him was more worried than anything. She’s not the fanon leader of the BPS for no reason. Even in source, she has a take-charge attitude and the heart and soul to back it up.

It seems the Heathcliff family in general seem to have big hearts. Or at least the younger ones...

Adding on to that somewhat, Sarah’s gonna be a fighter. Mark my words on this, she will not go down without a fight--if she goes down at all. And if we’re right and Volume 6 or an in-between bit will involve her and someone else facing off against an alternate, she’s going to do some damage. She might not have a gun, but knives might work and I wouldn’t put it past her to try it. If Thatcher doesn’t bring one of the creatures down then she’ll be the one to figure it out.

Or, alternatively, she’ll scare one into doing her bidding. We haven’t seen them react to much beyond gloating but if getting shot is enough to make one back off, getting wounded and likely viciously threatened by a furious woman will likely make one think twice.

Or maybe I’m just too hopeful.

I’ve said earlier that the prospect of her teaming up with Thatcher was most likely on the table, and as time goes by I’m mostly made more sure of it. We have no idea her relationship with Thatcher other than the fact she hates him (more the MCPD, but mostly him) and at least briefly picked up the habit of giving him Hell for an unknown amount of time. Why did she do that, anyway? Was that the year she was made aware of what happened to her brother and started taking it out on him? Is she still doing it, or did she eventually have to drop it?

Anywho; the idea of her teaming up with the wet cat may be pretty likely. And I’m looking foreword to see what comes out of that, if anything at all.

#Sarah Heathcliff #Autisming #El Speaks #TMC #the mandela catalogue #Wish I had more thoughts tbh #But this is what it boiled down to

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joy-of-life88 · 1 year

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Lace & Leather [a Damian Priest story] 9 So much time

Damian POV

"Hey, do you want to grab dinner with us after the show?" asked Matt as we made our way back to the locker room from our warm-up workout.

I sighed deeply while pretending to think about it, but in reality I didn't need to. I wasn't in the mood. And by now he should know that too. Because I didn't expect that to change anytime soon.

"No thanks. I don't want to spoil your evening," I finally replied.

"Damian, come on! How long is this going to go on? She's been gone almost a year. You're not doing yourself any favors by mourning her. She's completely broken off contact with everyone and at this point I doubt she'll even come back," Matt said cautiously.

"It's none of your damn business. If I want to be miserable, then let me be miserable. All I want is to understand. And she's got to come back sometime. After all, she still has a contract. Just do me a favor and leave me alone," I snapped in frustration.

Week after week, month after month, I waited for Kat to show up here again. So far without success. 3 months passed, then 4, 5 and 6. All we knew was that the producers of the show she was in were thrilled with her. And now she had been gone for almost a year.

And I missed her so much. I was waiting for that feeling and the feelings for her to go away, but it just wasn't happening. As I said to Matt, I just wanted to understand her reasons. Something had to have happened to trigger this. Only I didn't have the slightest idea what.

A week later, in another city but nothing had changed. Or at least that's what I thought. Until I spotted a familiar face at the end of the hallway. I stopped in my tracks, trying to figure out if it was really her or if I was seeing ghosts now.

"Katja?" I called out and the person froze for a moment before quickening her steps.

"Kat! Bluebell!" I yelled and started to run.

But there was no response. Finally, I managed to catch up with her. Carefully, I grabbed her by the arm and turned her around to face me. Without thinking, I hugged her tightly. Kat stiffened and pushed me forcefully away from her. I looked into her eyes, but there was nothing left of the sparkle that was usually there.

"Bluebell where have you been? What happened?" I asked.

But I did not get an answer. Instead, she simply turned around and walked on. That was not the way to do it. I deserved an answer.

"Damn it, what happened to you? Why did you leave me?" I wanted to know as I followed her.

"You happened! I trusted you and you hurt me!" growled Kat without looking at me.

"What, what are you talking about? The last time we talked, everything was fine..." I replied.

"That was before I heard you talking to Theory about me. You of all people knew exactly how I was with men. That didn't stop you from telling him to try and land me! That I needed a real man! Do you have any idea how much that hurt?" she shot as she stopped and glared angrily at me.

"That's the reason? You left me and ignored me for a year because of bullshit, not-serious guy talk? Are you freakin' serious, Kat? If he even tried to get near you, I would have broken every bone in his body," I replied, stunned.

"You have no idea how that affected me! You didn't care about my feelings. You don't care about me!" she said.

"That's not true and you know it! You were, are damn important to me. Why do you think I tried to call you every day for a year? Why do you think I carry this around with me every day?" I asked as I buried my hand in my pocket to pull out the necklace with the Bluebell pendant that I had been carrying with me ever since that day.

Before Katja could say anything back, the phone she had been holding in her hand the whole time rang. Without paying attention to me, she answered it.

"Yes mom?.... Did something happen?..... I'll be right there." she spoke and then just left.

But she didn't get off that easy. I had the right to defend myself now that I knew such a ridiculous thing had triggered that in her. A second time I let this woman definitely not run away from me.

Kat walked with quick steps towards a room and entered without hesitation. I followed her so that she had to listen to me. But at the sight that presented itself to me, I froze on the spot.

She walked up to the other woman, who based on the resemblance was probably her mother, and took a small, crying baby from her arms.

"It's okay, Hazelnut. I've got you. Everything's all right. Mommy's here." cooed Kat as she began rocking the little bundle back and forth in her arms.

#damian priest #Wattpad #WWE #My writing #lace & leather

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broken-clover · 2 years

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After (slowly, painfully) listening through all the XX character themes, here’s the commentary I made for all of them in order (at least, the order of the playlist they were in on youtube)

Keep Yourself Alive II- Uh...well, points for the half-decent metal screams. Feels like the lyrics are tripping over the guitar half the time. Pretty ok ending. Not a great way to start this off.

Holy Orders- Prime example of 'A for effort.' Like I can forgive basically all of the clunky lyricism just for how hard they're going. It’s horribly corny in a charming way. Actually somehow made 'never forgive a shenanigan' almost sound cool. I would actually listen to this by choice.

The Solitude Asks for Something in Return- THREE SONGS IN AND I WANT TO BAIL OUT. OKAY. The mid-song voice over is sort of neat. Funnily enough this kinda fits Venom, but in the 'he's like 18 in this game and repressed this so this is exactly the sort of lyrics he would write thinking they were profound' sense.

Bloodstained Lineage- Okay intro, downhill from there. Bit of odd trivia, thought the way they said and played the 'so far away' lyric was a reference to the Avenged Sevenfold song, but apparently that song came out after this one. Neat, I guess.

Writhe in Pain- HELP HELP HELP HELP (MODS I SPILLED MY JUICE). Really wish they'd got a female vocalist but that would not have saved it. Millia being King of the Dark is actually kinda badass so a single point there.

Feel a Fear- I sorta like the wordplay in the intro. This one makes the fact that the lyrics were added to the song afterwards veeeery obvious, it’s very incongruous.

Suck a Sage- Tepid, honestly, the repetition doesn't help. Got so bored I was flipping through the wiki halfway through. On the info for this one the lyricist is only referred to as 'David' without a surname, and that's the most interesting thing about this song.

Awe of She- I appreciate they didn't go for the edgy lyrics like the others. I've got an odd soft spot for this one. The 'it sounds so simple' refrain is clunky but I like it for some reason still. It's like Dizzy, awkward and pure.

Kagematsuri- Passably decent. Considering it's I-no I'm amazed I can't think of anything else to say.

Babel Nose- What the fuck. What the fuuuuck. I regret sitting through Chipp and I-no's themes and wishing for more crazy bullshit. crazy bullshit is not worth it. I can't tell if it's supposed to be horny or not. The sheer amount of times they call Jam an 'animal' starts feeling kind of racist halfway through.

Blue Water Blue Sky- Something about this feels like a stalker anthem, like I expect May's going to abduct someone and keep them in their basement, and as long as they play along she'll remember to feed them.

Simple Life- Feels like a weird anime opening. In a bad way. I sorta like that it's actually about Bridget's upbringing, but that’s all the niceness I can force out about it. The fact that I actually really like the original makes me hate this one more than most of them.

Fuuga- More repetition which is eh but I appreciate that it actually feels like they were trying here. I think this is the only one so far with consistent rhymes so it at least stands out compared to a lot of the other songs. And I like the bits that sound like old TV static.

Liquor Bar and Drunkard- The moments of decent-sounding vocals do not distract me from the fact that I want to bite someone's face like a rabid raccoon. I still do not understand what he is doing in the dump and the only non-sexual explanation I can come up with is that the Jellyfish pirates are a coverup for Johnny's lucrative and far-reaching cocaine operation.

Make Oneself- The singing is unexpectedly mellow for a song that's about reckless driving (for a character who has no association with cars in the first place...) Gets a last-second redeeming point in the outtro with a sort of jam-session vibe. I retroactively apologize for my ambivalence towards ‘Out of the Box.’

Momentary Life- Another on that's decently done but doesn't have anything especially standout. Why out of all the characters wouldn't you go over-the-top for Baiken?

Haven't You Got Eyes in your Head- This is the one they warned me about and it absolutely did not disappoint in that regard. Holy hell. Weirdly horny. How many swears can you cram into one song, and why did you save that for the one character who is explicitly described as a gentleman. 'Life is cheap and I'm a rich man' is a lyric too good for this.

Good Manners and Customs- I do like the remix of the backing, but the rest is just sort of...confusing. The religious references don't make much sense to me. It sounds like he's very politely asking to be smited so he can haunt people and/or having a Catholic guilt complex.

Burly Heart- Nice keeping the slow, rocking theme instead of trying to make everything fast-paced. Sort of like with Ky's, a lot of the clunky and weird lyrics can be more palatable with good delivery. One of the few songs where the lyrics actually feel like they fit nicely into the song structure instead of being clumsily smushed in. Something about this one reminds me of Three Days Grace which automatically puts it higher than most of these.

The Original- Fun intro! I liked the more electronic elements. And then it god weird. What are you shooting at. What do you want by your side. What is the 'prize.' Why is the singer moaning?? I need a drink...

Overall not quite as terrible as I was expecting, but likewise I would describe very little of it as ‘good.’ I can pretty much divide all the themes into three separate categories.

Section 1-

Keep Yourself Alive

Bloodstained Lineage

Feel a Fear

Suck a Sage

Kagematsuri

Simple Life

Fuuga

and Momentary Life

Can be filed into the banner of ‘Bad in a boring way, or just very very basic and unremarkable. More of them than I had expected, based on the reputation I’d heard.

Section 2-

The Solitude Asks for Something in Return

Writhe in Pain

Babel Nose

Blue Water Blue Sky

Liquor Bar and Drunkard

Make Oneself

Haven’t You Got Eyes in Your Head

Good Manners and Customs

and The Original

Can be filed under ‘Bad in a completely batshit ridiculous way.’ This is the shit I was expecting going in. Absolute mess in some way or another. But in another point of view, I think it’s better than the boring ones, because at least they stand out, even if it’s for a bad reason.

And, lastly, Section 3-

Holy Orders

Awe of She

and Burly Heart

Make up the esteemed trio of songs that I’m actually considering going back to and re-listening. Burly Heart a little less so, some parts of it were a little iffy, but it’s still better than most. We can file this under the banner of ‘S Tier’ (The S, of course, standing for ‘shenanigan,’ which we will forgive just this one time.)

So now I’m going to have to dunk my head back into the Strive vocal themes in order to replenish my sanity, because for as ‘meh’ as I once felt about a couple of the newer themes, I now realize it could be worse. Much, much worse.

#long post #guilty gear #OP back on her bullshit #everyone

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letstrywritingmaybe · 2 years

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I Wish I Cared Less

Chapter 8- Double Down

But I should stop and take my own advice

It's no wonder

I found myself lost ignoring all the signs

Fading

Stuck in limbo (All this time)

Waiting (Up all night)

Waiting (Stuck inside in limbo, limbo)

I need saving (All this time)

I'm fading (Hold on tight)

- Limbo (Royal Blood)

Attempt #8- Try Again

I love you. He said I love you. Why did he say that! Granted it’s not the first time she’s heard those words come out of his mouth, but she could play dumb and pretend she didn’t hear it before. He’s only said it a couple of times after they have sex, so of course she’s not going to overthink it. People say things they don’t mean all the time, especially after an orgasm. It just slips out, no harm no foul. She sighs, why did he have to ruin it and tell her he loves her? This is so awkward. What should she do? She should break up with him right? Why is she even questioning it, she should just do it! Picking up her phone with the intention of texting him right then and there, she stops when she sees the picture of them on the lock screen. She opts to put her phone down, she knows she’ll back out of it if she sees her home screen too. She’s not even sure if he knows she ended up changing it to a picture she secretly took of him in the midst of solving a case. Just thinking about it makes her smile, he shines best when he’s pursuing his passion. She loves the way he pours all of his energy into his work, determined to find the truth wiping away all the unknowns left behind by the deceased. There’s only one truth, her heart warms thinking of his cheesy catchphrase he’s said so many times before pinpointing the culprit. She breathes out a sigh. Her phone buzzes, startling her, reading the message she types back a quick reply then sets it aside. So much for a productive work day, this is going to be a long shift.

“Are you here to lecture me again, I’ll save you the trouble. I’m going to end it.”

“Actually, I wasn’t even going to mention him this time.”

“Oh, okay, good…”

“Let’s grab dinner tonight too.”

“Sure.”

This is weird, she never knows what to make of Shuichi. They haven’t needed to stay in contact for years now, the only person linking them together is dead. Yet he seems to take his promise of looking over her to heart, they don’t talk all the time but at the end of the day Shiho knows she can rely on him when push comes to shove. It’s been a while since they sat down, just the two of them without any mentions of her relationship. Clearly there’s something bothering him, or else he wouldn’t be this quiet. Not that he talks a lot, but still. She just knows there’s something wrong.

“Okay, I’ve had enough of this. What’s wrong? Don’t give me that nothing’s wrong bullshit either. You’re being way too quiet Shuichi.”

“It’s nothing you need to worry about Princess.”

“This is more serious than I thought, you haven’t called me that in ages… Are you seeing someone?”

He has a really good poker face, but it slips for just a fraction of a second, enough for Shiho to catch it. She cannot contain her smug grin knowing she’s right. This is great news, it’s about time he moved on. They’ve been trying to push each other to live their best life, it’s what Akemi would have wanted. She reminds him again, he has no reason to feel guilty. He scoffs, muttering something under his breath. She couldn’t exactly catch what he said, but it sounded something like how they’re just so similar.

“I don’t know the situation and I’m sure you’re not going to tell me, but this is a good thing. Just don’t screw things up.”

“Shiho, do you know why I was so against that guy?”

“We started off super messy, I don’t blame you.”

“Right, I didn’t want you to get hurt. I still don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I think I have a higher chance of hurting him than the other way around.”

“Take your own advice then, don’t screw things up.”

“… he told me he loves me and I just… don’t know how to feel… it’s too good to be true. It was supposed to be one night, and you know I’m a commitment phobe. If I accept his confession, what’s next? Marriage then kids? That’s not me at all. I can’t imagine being a good wife let alone a good mother. He wants it all, and I just can’t give my all to him. I’m afraid, it’s so stupid, this is what scares me after everything.”

“Your sister was right, we’re more similar than we care to admit.”

“The world is fucked up if it lets people like us get a fairly tale ending.”

“So what do you suggest? Running away is not my style.”

“Times like this, I really miss her. We wouldn’t be such a mess if she was still here keeping us in check.”

“I miss her too. I think I know what I have to do Shiho, do you?”

“… yeah, it just sucks.”

She’s buying time, going back to her place avoiding the inevitable. He hasn’t tried reaching out, giving her the space she asked for. She asked for this, he’s being respectful and giving her time to think things through despite knowing her instinct to flee. Let’s be rational about this, right, she wanted to gather his things to return to him. She’ll just cut her losses for all the things she left at his place, once that’s settled she can go to his apartment and say goodbye. Okay, she has a plan. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she’s ready to get to work. A knock on her front door interrupts her before she can start, it must be the package she’s been waiting to arrive. She opens it without another thought to see none other than Shinichi standing outside her door. He smiles when he sees her, doesn’t even wait for her to invite him inside, strolling right through while telling her about the fight he got in trying to keep her package safe from the neighborhood cat. He sets the box down on the coffee table then asks why she’s still standing by the door. She doesn’t know how to respond, should she be angry at him? Annoyed? Relieved that he’s here, proof that she missed him.

“What did you order anyways that you had sent to my place instead of yours?”

No wonder it didn’t show up, she sent it to his place. Why did she do that? His area is nicer and more convenient. Plus he’s been asking for her to move in and she was considering it. Makes no sense for her to be renting a two bedroom apartment when it’s just her. She realized very quickly that the roommate situation isn’t for her. Wait hold on, there’s a more pressing matter at hand right now. Why is he here?

“What are you doing here?”

“Did you miss my whole story about that little rascal you love so much? He even scratched me! Look!”

“Did you even disinfect it before coming over? There’s dried blood on your arm.”

“I was already out of the house…”

“Kudo Shinichi… stay there, I’ll grab the first aid kit.”

He watches her as she carefully cleans his wound, it’s only superficial so it won’t require stitches. It doesn’t stop him from acting like a baby in a bid to win her affections. She rolls her eyes at him when he asks for a kiss to make it better.

“What are you, a child? It’s not even a deep cut.”

“So you’re saying if I bled more you would kiss it better.”

“You’re so annoying. That’s not… I would just leave you to die. It’s a lost cause anyways.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“I absolutely would.”

“Liar. You were literally just fussing over me with this minor scratch.”

“That’s just… it’s because you didn’t bother to take better care of yourself.”

“You’re right, it’s why I need you.”

“I am not your caretaker, you’re asking the wrong person.”

“I’m asking the person I love most.”

“That’s… not something I can live up to.”

“I’m not taking it back Shiho. You keep saying it’s too soon, but for me, it’s not soon enough. We should’ve met sooner, do everything the right way. Then you wouldn’t have any doubts.”

“What is the right way? I’m not the traditional love story kind of girl. You’re asking too much from me.”

“I’m asking you to give me the chance to love you. I’ve learned so much about you, but there’s still so much I don’t know. We’ve never talked about our future, our relationship seriously. Let’s do that now, lay all the cards on the table.”

“And if our answers don’t match?”

“We’ll figure it out. Together.”

They stayed up talking the entire night, the good news is they didn’t break up. The bad news is there’s one major thing they do not see eye to eye on. He wants to get married, even though it didn’t work out the first time, she doesn’t even want to try. That seems to be their only disagreement, everything else is fine. Right down to the possibilities of having children, even though they’re not exactly on the same page. He wants them, but she’s not too keen about the idea, he won’t force her. It might actually be better for them if he doesn’t have to share her with anyone else, competing with his own kid? Yeah that’s definitely a losing battle.

She’s fast asleep, succumbing to sleep when her eyes could no longer stay open. He falls shortly after, waking up a couple hours later just after sunrise. He lets out a yawn, he definitely needs more sleep, but she doesn’t have that luxury. She needs to go to work today. His heart warms at the sight of her, she looks so peaceful without a worry etching her gorgeous face. Reaching over to touch her cheek, she stirs from his motions, leaning into his touch her eyes begin to flutter open.

“Morning.”

“Morning… what time is it?”

“It’s still early, you can sleep a little longer.”

“I won’t want to get up if I do.”

“You could call in sick.”

“You wouldn’t even do that.”

“I know.”

“You don’t have to work today?”

“I put in my time already.”

“Lucky, lock up when you leave then. I’m going to start getting ready.”

“There’s not even a little chance I can convince you to stay in bed with me?”

“Rain check?”

“Tonight?”

“It’s a date.”

He has the rest of the day while she’s at work to plan their date, but first he’s going to catch up on some much needed sleep.

She comes back home fatigued as hell, wanting nothing more than to get some rest. She’s going to sleep for at least ten hours tonight. Probably not, but one can dream. She’s so focused on going straight to bed that she completely forgets about her date with Shinichi. Imagine her surprise when she opens the door to see him standing there with an apron on as she catches him off guard.

“You’re home early… just give me a few more minutes, everything should be ready soon. Do you want to go change and get settled in?”

“Uh sure… you cooked? Did you go home and come back?”

“Yes and yes. I picked up a few things while Mom was in town, she even says it’s good and I didn’t burn the kitchen down!”

“Kudo Shinichi, you continue to surprise me. You’re dressed up too.”

“I wanted to look nice for you.”

“You always look good to me. You didn’t have to make a big deal out of this since we’re staying in.”

“I know, but I wanted to.”

“So I should go put on something nice too.”

“Wear whatever you want, you can even wear your pajamas. I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

She leans over to give him a quick kiss, then heads to her room to get changed. She doesn’t know what she did to deserve him, seeing all the work he put in for their date makes her forget how tired she is. She has other plans, she can’t resist teasing him but she’ll hold back just a little tonight. It’ll be interesting to see what he has in store for her tonight.

She doesn’t take too long getting changed and while a part of her did think about walking out with one of his shirts on. It never fails to get him in the mood, the man has a possessive streak, it drives him crazy every time he sees her wear something of his. She decides to play nice, choosing to put on a simple dress. One that hugs her figure well with an open slit, in a soft baby blue color, and it’s made of satin. When she opens the door, she’s presented with a bouquet of roses as he ushers her toward their candlelit dinner. He’s really pulling all the stops here, one befitting of a cheesy romance movie. Normally she doesn’t care for this type of overdone display, but sometimes it is nice to sit back and indulge a bit. Besides, it’s not everyday she gets to be wooed by her detective boyfriend who only has cases on his mind.

Dinner goes well, Shiho is happy to learn that Shinichi’s skills in the kitchen have drastically improved. Is this what happens when a man gets divorced and is forced to figure out how to do every day tasks? Granted he has always been self sufficient, just not the best cook until today. He wines and dines her, acting as the perfect boyfriend asking about her day. His entire focus is on her, she feels spoiled.

“Are you ready for dessert?”

“Absolutely not, there’s no way I can eat more. You’re going to make me fat.”

“I’m going to keep you at a regular weight, I swear for someone so smart you’re awful at taking care of yourself.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“I eat three meals a day.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Okay… maybe I’m not always on top of it, but at the very least I eat two meals a day.”

“So do I.”

“Shiho.”

“Okay, fine. Fine. I’m still not going to eat any dessert though.”

“It’s nothing fancy, just chocolate covered strawberries.”

“Tempting, but I really don’t have room for them.”

“Do you want to go for a stroll to help with digestion or stay home and watch a movie?”

“I’m not actually against the idea of going for a walk.”

This is how they find themselves going on an after dinner stroll around the neighborhood. They walk through the park hand in hand, just enjoying each other’s company. He offers to push her on the swings when he notices her looking longingly at the few kids lingering about while their parents tell them it’s time to go home. She shakes her head, but she does want to go sit in them while they’re here.

“Do you ever wonder what would’ve happened if we grew up together?”

“What do you mean?”

“I was always told I would marry my childhood sweetheart and I did, but obviously that didn’t work out. But, I’d like to think that if it was you by my side we would make it work.”

“You really think so?”

“Of course, don’t you?”

“Not at all. Look I know first loves are cute and all, but it’s not realistic in today’s world. How do you know the first person you fall for is the one and only? There are so many people in this world for you to meet. I don’t know, I just think you would be settling without seeing all your options.”

“Too many options can make people indecisive.”

“Don’t I know it.”

“Do you think you’re settling for me Shiho?”

“I think it’s the other way around.”

“Huh?”

“I’ve dated other people besides you Shinichi, but you’ve only been with one other person besides me. And that person was your wife. Of course I would be hesitant to jump into a relationship with you… especially when you want to get married… I don’t want a repeat of what happened. You should see what’s out there before making a choice.”

“Am I your choice?”

“… I don’t know if anyone is my choice. I’m not very good at being a girlfriend.”

“I know you don’t believe me, but I think it’s different with us. I’ll just have to work harder to prove it’s true. You’re my choice Shiho, I’ll wait until you say that I’m yours too.”

The chilly air does nothing when she feels the warmth in her heart radiating from within. His words bring her comfort, but he’s right, she also can’t get herself to completely let her guard down yet. He obviously loves her and isn't afraid to admit it. Could she be as brave as he is one day? She’s still struggling with the thought that maybe just maybe, she loves him too. She probably does, but she’s not ready to commit just yet. There’s no going back if they move forward, it’s scary putting all your trust into another person like this. She knows there’s no better person out there than Shinichi to put her trust in, but still she can’t help holding back. The fight or flight response is raising alarms, telling her to flee, but she stays put. Fighting the instinct to leave behind the one person who might just be the one.

They go back to her place, eager to go to bed. As much as she wants to jump him, she is tired. She doesn’t bother riling him up, oh how the tables have turned. She feels his arms around her as he holds her from behind, placing feather light kisses along her neck. She shudders when she feels his hand dip lower grazing her bare thigh, okay maybe she isn’t too tired to fight him off. Ever the gentleman he asks if she wants to take things further knowing how exhausted she must be. It’s just courtesy, he knows the answer, she claims it helps her sleep better anyways. Technically true, she’s always more relaxed after and falls asleep quicker.

“Is that new?”

“I’ve been wanting to get a floor length mirror, I haven’t found a good spot for it yet.”

“Leave it for now, I want you to see how I love you.”

!!!

His movements are quick and deliberate, unlike his usual preference of slowly driving her insane. He removes both of their clothes making sure she’s watching through the reflection. She’s mesmerized by his actions, the intensity in his eyes is sometimes too much for her to keep hold of, but now she can fully appreciate how much he desires her. She kneels on the bed waiting for his next moves, it’s a surreal experience seeing everything through a mirror instead of face to face. An almost out of body feeling, but she’s right in the middle of it all. His touch on her body, his heavy breathing behind her spreading her open then sliding inside. Her eyes shut when he enters her, she wasn’t quite ready to take him in all at once. They shoot open when he reaches forward to press on her clit, it’s not enough, she wants him to move. He obliges, fucking her with one hand gripping her hip. Pulling her back slightly, shifting the angle he finds it, hitting her g spot with every stroke; she’s seeing stars barely able to keep her eyes open. The scene before her is erotic, their flushed bodies, the sight of him fucking into her. Seeing his cock disappearing inside of her, his pace becomes wild when she begs him not to stop. Throwing her head back in ecstasy when she reaches her peak, spasming around him as her juices coat his member. She feels weak, leaning on all fours watching as he chases his own release. He tells her how good she feels praising her body, she knows it won’t be long until he spills inside of her, filling her up. She purrs when he makes one last push shooting his seed deep within her, he kisses her shoulder mumbling a soft declaration of love. This time she doesn't shrug it off as the heat of the moment.

Also available on ao3 <3

#shinshi #coai #honey i’m a sucker when you linger series #i wish i cared less aka cynful verse part two #officially entering the part where I low key don’t know what’s gonna happen #I have the major outline but the detailed one is lacking

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2:56/2

By Jade Arnett

10 PM

Thank God for the notes app on my phone, I'm about to make extensive use of it tonight. This will be a chronicle of everything that happens tonight. The reason I want to document everything is that I no longer feel safe in my own home. Last night….. I had a run-in with something awful. I can’t go back to my house. My wrists are bloodied and bruised and my lungs feel like they’ve been filled with blood. I am currently on the bus to get to my best friend, Wynn. I will update this once I get the chance.

11 PM

I have been at Wynn’s for around an hour. She changed the bandages on my arm and got me some cough medicine. I don’t want to tell her what I saw, she’ll think I’m crazy or something.

12 AM

She’s pressuring me to tell her what happened.

12:30 AM

I finally am giving in and telling her over Waffle House. I just hope she believes me

12:40 AM

I’m riding shotgun in Wynn’s car. As I write this, my darkness is on low, and I'm holding my phone at an angle. I looked in the rearview mirror and I felt…..his…. Presence.

12:50 AM

We’re here, we were greeted by a waitress who seemed rather friendly, she kind of looked like my mom a bit.

1:00 AM

“Creeeeeeeekkkkkk” my imitation of that old monster we called a house was spot-on.

“The floorboards were horrifically noisy and woke me up every night at 2:56 a.m. I would hear the heavy thud of boots stomping down on the old wooden floor.”

“Did you ever see anyone?”

“Stop rushing my story, Jesus.”

I took a sip of my black coffee. Me and Wynn were enjoying our meal at Waffle House. was 1 a.m. now, and we were just sitting and talking.

“My body would immediately sit up. Once I was jolted awake I would smell the same putrid smell of gasoline and rotting meat. The footsteps usually went away….”

I paused for a second, trying to collect my thoughts.

“But this time….. this time was different.”

Knock………Knock……..Knock

“I flinched at the three heavy-handed knocks, each one louder than the last. At this point, the smell had gotten so bad I had to cover my nose with my bed sheets.”

“Wait, do you mean those dino ones?”

“Wynn shut the fuck up.”

Wynn laughed a little at the idea that I still had dinosaur bed sheets at the age of 18.

“Yes, and I am proud of it, so stop laughing,” I said in a semi-annoyed tone.

“Anyways, let me go for five fucking minutes without interrupting me, it's already 1:30 am now.”

“Fine fine fine, continue your bullshit ghost story.”

“Thank you. The room was pitch black other than my door. I aimed my neon blue alarm clock straight at that damn door. Nothing was getting in or out without my knowledge. If I said that I wasn’t scared of the dark, I’d be lying right through my goddamn teeth. Even with the clock, it felt that there was less light than normal. It seemed as if the darkness was fighting the light and prevailing. Then I saw it. The doorknob began to shake and shake and shake until it seemed like it was going to fly off of the door.”

I paused and took another gulp of my coffee. It had turned lukewarm over time.

1:45 AM

“Do you think it was your grandfather just going to piss or some shit?”

“Hell no, I could hear that motherfucker snoring like his life depended on it.”

Wynn started snorting like a pig.

2:00 AM

“Hey, it’s already 2 am.”

“I'll try to wrap up soon. The door was locked, so whoever - or whatever - couldn’t get in. Then I heard it speak.

‘Da………..bria’

“I knew who it was immediately, I believe that the thing coming to visit me……”

“Yes?”

“Was my father.”

“Holy fucking shit.”

The problem with my father coming to visit me every night is quite simple. He’s been dead for nine years. He died in the very house that I was staying at.

“I know, but it wasn’t him….. it was something……. malicious. Its hoarse voice didn’t sound human. It felt like a cheap imitation.”

“What, do you think it was a spooooookyyy ghooooost or something?”

I was right, she didn’t believe me.

“I'm not sure, But what I do know is that it wants me dead. Immediately after it called out my name, I became light-headed and felt like I was going to pass out. I began coughing up blood and old scars on my wrists began to open up. Blood was soon flowing from me like water. I fell on the floor and heard the thing scream louder and louder.”

“OPEN OPEN UP UP OPEN NOW OPEN OPEN OPEN.”

This thing was definitely not human

“Who the fuck are you?” I yelled at the thing, expecting an answer for God knows what reason.

“COME YOUR TIME TIME YOUR COME YOUR TIME COME.”

The broken English in the imitated tone of my dad sent shivers down my spine.

“I crawled my way to that door and pressed my body against it so that it didn’t get in.”

I glanced at the clock, now reading 2:45.

2:45 AM

“I stayed holding that door until the morning. When I finally opened the door, there were bloody footprints leading from my dad’s old room in the basement to my room. I haven’t been back at the house since.

“ When was this?”

“Last night.”

“Jesus Christ Dabria, you didn’t get high did you?”

“ No, I was completely sober.”

“So you called me because you didn’t want to sleep there again?”

“Yeah, I don’t feel comfortable at all there anymore. My dad didn’t visit me last night, and I don't care to figure out who did.”

“Well. let me use the bathroom then we can leave here and go to my place.”

“Okay.”

I sat and gulped the last bit of my coffee. There was something strange; it was oddly empty, even for almost 3 a.m. at a Waffle House. The waitress was no longer in the restaurant so I assumed she left for the evening. I ignored it though, and finished writing this in my notes as I wanted to document this conversation. I will keep updating it.

2:56 AM

Tap tap tap

I froze. I saw it. The time on the clock read 2:56 a.m. That Thing was not my father. It gave me a smile and a wave. This is goodbye, I think.

3:00 AM

I am hiding in the bathroom, Wynn is dead and I have a knife in my hand.

3:15 AM

He’s coming he’s coming he’s coming

3:30 AM

I can’t keep doing this, maybe I should just go out and accept my fate.

Day 2

I'm starting to go insane.

Day 3

I'm so thirsty.

Day ??

I don't know what day it is, I'm so hungry I have begun to eat Wynn.

Day ???

I think this is it, my strength is gone, I am out of food and the tap in the sink doesn’t work anymore. I’m going to let him in, I love my father I love him I love him I love him I love him I lo-

Battery depleted

“What the fuck… chief, come here a minute.”

“What’s up lieutenant…. Oh my god…”

“There's…. so much blood.”

“Dispatch…. this is unit 212…. send a coroner and an EMT asap to 1440 Arroyo Lane.”

“Copy.”

“Oh my God oh my God I’m going to throw up.”

“Jesus, murder-suicides are always the worst.”

“What do you think the motive was?”

“Who knows.”

“ Three people dead, damn you think people would have found them by now.”

“Unit 212 this is dispatch, what are the descriptions of the bodies.”

“One female with heavy lacerations on her wrists, a fatal stab wound in her stomach, and dried blood on the corners of her mouth. She has black hair, blue eyes, and a slender build. The next one appears to be a middle-aged waitress with lacerations to her neck. She has blonde hair, blue eyes, and a medium to stocky build. Last is another female. She has Black hair as well, with brown eyes and a medium build.”

“Copy.”

#goth lit #gothic literature #literature #author #writing #writers on tumblr #short story #creepypasta #horror #r

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oliocelottafanfics · 2 years

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Hey look! I’m finally back on my bullshit! Chapter 31 of Consequence of Sounds is up, featuring Fury getting shit done, Clint and Natasha ALSO getting shit done, accidentally acknowledged IronDad, and Peter and May hosting an impromptu team dinner~

Excerpt below the cut as always!

“You think he’d be annoyed if we brought them dinner?” Bucky finally asks, changing the subject without meaning to.

Steve raises a brow. “Well, no, I’m sure–”

It’s at this moment that Tony decides to poke his head out into the hallway, peering at them in the living room from the now open door of one of his many offices. “You’ll have to fight Natasha and Barton for it. Or we make it a whole team dinner.”

Both of them look surprised at the interruption, welcome as it may be.

“What, they already call dibs or something?” Steve hopes he sounds lighthearted more than surprised, but it’s difficult not to be.

Tony smirks as he ventures the rest of the way out, strolling into the living room with his hands tucked into his pockets. He looks a little ragged in spite of the time of day, with his rumpled hair and cozy sweatpants. His shirt of choice has its signature Tony grease stains from whatever he was last working on in the lab and it’s definitely not helping the image.

“They’re already up there,” he says with a shrug before leaning against the wall of the living room. “Barton said something about the HYDRA files making Natasha a bit on edge. Not that she’ll admit it, of course. So they’re having dinner with the kid.”

Bucky’s lips press into a thin line. Knowing Natasha, whatever they found must have shaken her if it was enough to make her willingly interrupt Peter’s time with his aunt.

Steve gives Tony a knowing look. “I take it that means you’ll be making an appearance too?” There’s a hint of teasing in his voice. He knows Tony well enough by now to know that, while he may have been giving Peter space at the start, there’s no chance of keeping him back now that Nat’s opened the floodgates. Or the elevator, in this case.

Tony sniffs. He’s avoiding eye contact, a sure giveaway that he’s actually a little embarrassed. “Thought I might. Pepper’s out for dinner with a friend. No alien portals in the sky, no invading supernatural forces.”

Even Bucky is smirking by the end of his various excuses. “That’s a really complicated way to say ‘I’m bored and I miss the kid’.”

Tony’s eyes widen and in the next moment he’s sputtering and stumbling over his own words. “That’s not-he’s with his aunt, I don’t– Natasha already has it-” Steve chuckles quietly, earning a sharp glare from Tony as he protectively crosses his arms over his chest. “I don’t need an excuse to go see my ki-”

He cuts off with a start, and Steve and Bucky are both so surprised that neither of them can do anything but stare at him with wide eyes. The silence stretches for a solid thirty seconds before Tony manages to clear his throat, looking thoroughly mortified in the process.

“What are you two doing in my Penthouse, anyway? Your floor’s view not good enough?”

#consequence of sounds #mcu #peter parker #hydra peter parker #spider man #my work #oliocelot fanfic

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uraveragelonelygay · 2 years

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When You Wanted to Forget

(Part 2 of “When They Remembered”)

Part 1

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Summary: The year after the birthday incident, you had long since forgiven your girlfriends for their mistake. So why were you suddenly becoming so distant?

Warnings: Slight angst? But idk nothing too serious

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: my first fic in literally forever!!! so sorry for the wait, life has been hectic. I really hope you enjoy this fic!

Y/F/N = Your friend’s name

Y/F/C = Your favorite cake

Y/F/F = Your favorite frosting

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It was that time of year again. The time of year where you would receive presents and be showered in love and appreciation. The one day of the year was approaching where you were celebrated all day long, every year without fail. Well, except for last year. And that’s what had you so hesitant leading into the week of your birthday.

You had completely forgiven your girlfriends for forgetting your special day last year. They had showered you in apologies and love as soon as they remembered, and that’s what mattered most to you. Sure, it hurt a lot, but at the same time, you knew they didn’t love you any less, they had just genuinely made a mistake. So why were you actively avoiding your girlfriends this week?

That is the mystery that Natasha and Wanda were trying to solve. Now ideally, the two would’ve just been able to sit you down and talk to you about it. But seeing as you could only be found wherever they weren’t, your girlfriends had to figure out another way to find out what had been bothering you.

You got up earlier than both of them (and considering how early Natasha woke up, if it wasn’t concerning that you were always out of bed when even she woke up, it would be impressive), and finally made it back to bed in the late hours of the night, long after both of your girlfriends had already given up on your arrival and gone to bed. You even changed your training schedule so you wouldn’t even be in the gym at the same time as them. It had gotten to the point where your girlfriends yearned for a single glance of you during the day. They wanted more than anything to know what the hell was going on with you.

So, Natasha had gone full blown detective trying to figure out the problem.

She had found three major clues that led her on her journey of unveiling your internal struggle.

First, the particularities of your absence. It had seemed that you weren’t only avoiding your girlfriends, but the entirety of the team. At first, she thought that meant you were isolating yourself; closing yourself off from everyone around you. But after a call from your best friend from home, three days before your birthday, she had second thoughts.

She had just gotten out of the shower, and was walking back into your shared room, where Wanda sat reading a book, when your best friend called.

“Hello?” Natasha asked confusedly after seeing Y/F/N’s name on her screen. Wanda looked up and tilted her head in question, leading to Natasha putting the phone on speaker so the young witch could hear as well.

“Hey, Natasha!” Y/F/N said cheerily.

“Hey, you’re on speaker, and Wanda is in the room with me. What’s up?” Natasha asked.

“Even better! I was hoping to get both of your opinions on what I got for Y/N’s birthday? I’ve been begging her for the past month to tell me what she wants, but her response is always ‘I will love anything you get for me’ or some bullshit along those lines. But I want a genuine opinion to make sure she’ll love what I got her.”

Natasha’s brows furrowed as she took in this information. “Wait, you mean Y/N has actively been talking to you all week?”

Y/F/N laughed. “Uh…duh…she’s my best friend. We literally just got lunch yesterday. Why wouldn’t she talk to me?”

After a moment of awkward silence, Y/F/N spoke up again. “You’re telling me Y/N isn’t talking to you? What did you two do this time?” She spoke in a voice that had now taken on a threatening undertone.

Wanda spoke up this time. “Nothing, at least that we know of. But she’s been distant all week. Not just with Nat and I, but with the entire team. We’ve barely seen her at all.”

Y/F/N sighed. “Look, I don’t know why she’s avoiding you, but you had better figure it out and fix it. I was willing to forgive you over last year’s birthday incident because Y/N had insisted it was alright, but if you two fuck up again-”

“We won’t,” Natasha interrupted. “It broke our hearts to know we hurt her like that last year. We are not walking down that path again.”

Wanda nodded at Natasha in agreement.

“Okay. Just…please resolve whatever is going on before her birthday, okay? She deserves a good one this year.”

“We will. We are going to give her the birthday she deserves,” Wanda assured.

After the phone call, Nat and Wanda were at a loss for words.

“So she isn’t ignoring everyone, only us and the rest of the team,” Wanda reviewed.

“Right. So whatever the hell is going on has to do with something us and the rest of the team can be held accountable for. And I’m going to get to the bottom of it.” Nat said with determination.

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Two days before your birthday, Wanda was in the kitchen alone, cooking lunch for the team, when Natasha stormed in with a file in her hand.

“Wanda. You have to see this,” Nat said with a frown.

Wanda set down her spatula, turning down the heat of the burner she was using, before turning her attention to Natasha and the file she was holding.

“Is it about Y/N?” She asked hopefully. She had been just as worried about you, but had decided to take a less forward approach to getting you to open up, putting food in the fridge for you for after training and leaving you various sticky notes with encouraging messages all around the compound.

“Yeah. It’s about Y/N and her potential mission on the day of her birthday.”

Wanda’s eyes just about popped out of her head at that.

“Her what now?!” She all but yelled, snatching the file out of Natasha’s hand and opening it up.

Sure enough, the file contained information for a solo mission that needed attending to. On the inside of the folder was a sticky note with your handwriting on it, saying ‘just in case’.

“Just in case? What does that mean?” Wanda pondered.

“Hell if I know,” Natasha admitted, exasperated. “But I do know one thing. If she tries to go on that mission, I will personally drag her out of the Quinjet myself.”

Wanda nodded furiously. “Oh, you won’t be doing it by yourself.”

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It was now the day before your birthday, and your girlfriends still had no idea what was going on with you. You still were keeping away from everyone on the team, and at this point they were at a loss. They didn’t want to push you, but they needed to know what was going on in order to get things resolved before your special day.

The two were convening on the bed of your shared room when you quietly entered with a shopping bag in hand.

Their heads snapped up at your entrance, but you kept your eyes down.

“Kotenok?” Natasha tried softly.

“Hm?” You replied distantly while putting the shopping bag into the mini fridge in the room.

“Is everything okay, sweetheart?” Wanda asked.

You finally turned to look at them. You had dark circles under your eyes, which seemed puffier than normal. You were wearing a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. Something was wrong.

“Everything’s fine! I have to go to training, I’ll see you two later,” you rushed the words out before darting out of the room.

Once you were out of sight, Natasha and Wanda made brief eye contact before both all but sprinting to the mini fridge. Wanda pulled out the shopping bag, and looked inside. She gasped, before handing it to Nat.

Natasha took the item out of the shopping bag and her eyes glazed over with tears. Of course. The shopping bag had held a single Y/F/C cupcake with Y/F/F that had one candle in it. They finally understood what was going on. Now they just had to find a time to talk to you about it.

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You finally got back to your room at 11:30pm, and it was dark. Your stomach dropped, but you tried to blink away the tears quickly forming in your eyes. You had thought maybe your girlfriends would wait up with you to start your birthday with you. But honestly, even if they had remembered, you didn’t blame them for not wanting to be with you at the start of your special day. You had been so distant towards them, and felt like a terrible girlfriend. You stripped out of your clothes and put on pajamas, before crawling into bed, hoping for the second year in a row to sleep away your day.

But suddenly, the lights turned on to reveal your two girlfriends with gentle smiles on their faces. You sat up, confused.

“Nat? Wanda? What are you doing up?” You questioned.

Wanda sat next to you on the bed, Nat on your other side. Nat took your hand while Wanda began to rub your back gently.

“You thought we would go to bed before our favorite girl’s special day started?” Natasha asked with her signature smirk. But something else resided in her eyes. Understanding.

Your eyes filled with tears yet again as all your insecurities revolving around the day finally rushed to the surface.

Wanda was quick to pull you into her lap, running her fingers through your hair and pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you sobbed.

“Oh, honey,” she cooed, “it’s okay. We didn’t forget. We promise.”

Nat took on the role of rubbing your back and whispering sweet nothings into your ear until your cries began to quiet, and all that could be heard from you were soft sniffles.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Nat inquired gently.

You moved off of Wanda’s lap, positioning yourself between them again, and taking a deep breath before talking.

“I was scared you would forget,” you admitted quietly, and the two redheads nodded in understanding. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, or that I don’t forgive you or anything, I just…my birthday last year was ROUGH. I guess I was just terrified of having an awful day again this year, so I did what I could to prevent it.”

“You took a potential mission as an escape plan in case we forgot,” Natasha started, taking one of your hands.

“You bought yourself a cupcake so you could still celebrate yourself if things went wrong,” Wanda continued, taking your other hand.

“And I got distant to avoid being clingy,” you finished, squeezing both of their hands gently.

There was a moment of silence before Wanda spoke up.

“We made a mistake last year. You forgave us out of the kindness in your heart, but none of us can expect those underlying fears to go away. Those fears that we might mess up again. It’s understandable. All of your feelings are so valid, detka,” Wanda assured you, kissing your temple softly.

“Why didn’t you tell us about your concerns sooner, lyubov?” Natasha asked you gently.

“I didn’t want you to feel guilty about last year,” you said sheepishly.

Natasha laughed incredulously. “Sometimes I forget Wanda and I are dating the most selfless, considerate person in the world,” she said teasingly, nudging your shoulder with her own. “In this case, too considerate. We deserve to feel a little guilty about it every now and again. We know you forgave us, but we still fucked up. That fact doesn’t go away.”

Wanda nodded. “Please come and talk to us the next time you have these feelings, okay?”

You smiled softly at both of them. “Okay. Thank you, my loves.”

“Of course,” they replied in unison.

Wanda gasped as she looked at the clock. “It’s 11:59!”

Natasha looked at you adoringly. “Ready to be another year older?”

You beamed. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

The two women held you close as you watched the clock on your wall.

The clock struck midnight, and suddenly you were pinned down on the bed as your two redheaded girlfriends hovered above you.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

“Happy birthday, kotenok.”

Before you could blink, Natasha was tickling you as Wanda peppered your face with kisses.

The room was full of the sound of your laugh, which Wanda and Natasha swore was the most beautiful sound they had ever heard.

When Natasha and Wanda finally ceased their attack, you were out of breath, a loving smile on your face. Natasha kissed you softly as Wanda turned out the lights and settled back in bed.

She pushed Natasha away playfully. “Stop hogging the birthday girl,” she teased, before crashing her lips to yours. When she pulled away, you couldn’t contain your smile.

“I love you both so much,” you said adoringly.

“We love you too, detka.”

“We always will, kotenok.”

The three of you curled up in bed together, you being in the middle, of course, you were the birthday girl, after all.

Natasha placed a gentle kiss to your forehead, and Wanda to your shoulder as the three of you settled in for the night, content in each other's arms.

“Get some sleep, sweet girl. We have a big day planned for you tomorrow,” Natasha whispered.

“Goodnight, pretty girl,” Wanda cooed.

And, as your eyes began to droop, for the second year in a row, your ears were filled with the soft sounds of your girlfriends singing happy birthday to you gently, only this year, it wasn’t to close off the day they had forgotten, but to open the one they had remembered.

You fell asleep with a peaceful smile on your face. And this time, the last thing you wanted to do was sleep through your special day.

Because they had remembered.

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Foul - Boxer!Din AU

Definition - To break one of boxing’s rules (i.e. hitting an opponent below the navel, ear or while they are down), which can ultimately lead to point deductions if they are repeated.

A/N: The results of my Boxer!AU poll told me that the majority were interested in a jealous/protective boxer so I hope I have delivered! As always, relaxed fit = unedited, no beta. We also have a sneaky introduction to Paz in the Boxer verse which is super exciting! His concept art has been completed by the insanely talented @ronnieiswriting when I said I saw a mix of Jason Momoa and Winston Duke as our heavy. PLEASE heed the warnings in this chapter. There is nothing explicit but the topics hinted at might be triggering.

Word Count: 7k

Rating: 18+ (NO Minors)

Warnings: SMUT! (unprotected sex), blood and violence, toxic masculinity and derogatory speech, hints at discussions of non-con, somewhat possessive behavior, spanking, dom!Din and everything that comes with it.

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He might as well have been in hell. A colosseum of decaying humanity and dirt floors that erupted in a burst of dust like poisonous ash every time his next opponent fell. The hollow thump of pure muscle meeting the ground of the makeshift ring only drowned by the cheers of spectators. Masked, shadowed—unseen as they dropped hundreds – thousands sometimes – on which gladiator would remain standing in the end.

He felt like a king, a god among men within the confines of his realm of rope and canvas. It was easy to forget—standing under the spotlights that highlighted the sweat and blood and sculpted beauty of primal masculinity that it was a hollow victory any time he fought in the seedy underground rings of Akiva.

Every gladiator was a slave. Even the victor.

Why the fuck did he think it was a good idea to let you come to one of these fights?

“Enough!”

Paz’s unassailable strength banded around Din’s chest, pinning his arms to his side—attempting to contain lightning in a glass jar. Sweat, blood—it all dripped into Din’s eyes as he growled at his opponent, passed out in the middle of the dirt ring—face swollen and puffy from Din’s fists.

Laser focus and animosity spilled from charcoal eyes as he tried to break free of his friends hold with a vicious yank forward of powerful shoulder and an unfaltering purpose. The bastard had it coming. One round a few punches wasn’t enough to slake Din’s anger, the fumes of rage seeping into his skin and clouding his senses until all he could think of was making the asshole on the ground before him pay.

The practiced speed that Din wrapped his hands slowed at the rowdy group on the other side of the room. Dammit, for all the money they brought in, could these cheapskates not provide separate fucking changing rooms so he didn’t have to be subjected to idiots jacking themselves up on testosterone and false hope?

But pissing contests and fragile masculinity weren’t what caught his attention. He could tune that bullshit out like a fine art. What caught Din’s attention was the obvious death wish one of his possible opponents had – if he even managed to get that far up the ranks to Din – when he waved a red flag in front of the boxers’ metaphorical bull.

“See that one in the front row? You know the one I’m talking about.”

Bawdy agreements and asinine gestures raked up Din’s spine, thorny—and prickling nerves of instinct that made him pause the music blaring in his ears. He fucking hated the scum he came across in these fights. Gang members, criminals—the dredges of humanity he sometimes worried he was part of.

“Gonna get her on her knees choking on my cock before the night is out. Sluts like that love titles, champions—why else do they attend? Good excuse to win tonight, eh fellas?”

“Do you wanna completely destroy your career?” Paz yelled over the chortles and raucous cheers for more, for revenge—for everything under the poor fallacy of a sun that strung in dim, bald bulbs along the notoriously infamous Avika fighting ring.

Din thought you would be safe, arrogantly assuming people would avoid even looking at you once they saw who you were with. And you had been—you were safe, but even he couldn’t protect you from the thoughts of others.

The larger man struggled with him, dragging him out of the ring when it was obvious his words were falling on deaf ears. All Din could hear was the little pricks voice in his head from hours before.

Din stood.

Inhaled, exhaled—tried those bullshit breathing exercises that were supposed to focus his mind before a fight. Help to rein in a temper like his from overflowing in devastating tidal waves to destroy all around him. Din didn’t lose his temper often—but when he did, it was lethal.

The breathing exercises didn’t work.

Because the idiot kept talking.

“Did you see the ass on that?”

Leers sounded from his group of friends. Encouraging the vile words that Din always knew came from a man who felt entitled to a woman’s body. He had seen enough of the underbelly of the world to know what that led to time and again. Din might have been shameless in his youth and even until recently when it came to sex, to one night stands, to women—but he fucking respected the girls he fucked or didn’t fuck.

“Traipsing around in a dress like that? She’s looking for the attention,” the asshole defended himself when one of his party voiced an alternative point of view. They were promptly shut down and didn’t speak again.

Din’s blood turned to ice. An image of you running a hand down his arm on your way to your seat when you parted ways for him to get ready, dress sinfully tight but effortlessly classy—a zip front he was dying to pull open with his teeth later that night.

“It’ll look so good with my cock buried in it…”

The ice in his blood turned to fury, white hot and molten as he tied off the tape at his wrists—throwing the roll into the dingy locker he had been given for the evening. The clatter of noise from where it slammed against the metal back was the only warning he was planning on giving them. The lull of conversation was fleeting, his warning going unheeded—when dim-witted morons didn’t read the murder in his gaze.

Looks like they weren’t nearly as intelligent as the pigs he thought them to be.

Grabbing his water bottle and phone, Din stalked towards the chipped door—distracting himself with a text of “don’t go anywhere alone in this place, sweetheart. Ask Paz to go with you” sent to you without a second thought.

The immediate response of “Yes yes I know, for the thousandth time. Don’t worry and focus on yourself” did little to assuage the roar of blood in his ears. There was only one thing he heard over the noise, one thing as his vision became hued in red and fixated on a single target.

“Wonder if she’ll let me fuck her there too—can’t imagine she’s a virgin but her ass will still probably be tighter than her cunt.”

Bald headed and littered in scars and tattoos of a gang known for their viciousness, the other boxer – if he could even be called that – thrust vulgarly into the air, mimicking the hold he would have on the girl. Din’s girl.

The fucker had a death wish.

And Din was only too happy to play the part of the grim reaper.

His friends voice hardly registered over that same ringing in his ears, the roar of protective aggression at the lecherous sneer on the other man’s face who now lay in a heap in the dirt, the filth he spewed about his masseuse, his girl. How beady eyes, cold and villainous dared to drift away from Din before the bell sounded—over his shoulder, to where he knew you were sitting. Knowing your body had been tainted by the gaze of a man who would sooner take what he wanted from you by force than look at you with anything akin to the respect you deserved—it made something snap inside of Din.

And he attacked.

He was lucky he had only been disqualified.

He was damn lucky no one called the cops.

But the perks of underground fighting, was that everyone who attended had something to hide. And no one wanted to be caught in the middle of shady transactions or betting on fighters to beat each other to a pulp. Hell, the savagery Din subjected the other guy to was exactly what half the fuckers who showed up hoped to see.

Din wasn’t just a nameless street fighter though, not anymore. He had something to lose. Any smear on his record for assault and he would be suspended from tournament participation quicker than the asshole’s body dropped after a crushing blow under the jaw by Din’s right uppercut.

Thank fuck Din’s main sponsor was equally as shady. A good man by Din’s logic, but merciless when it came to succeeding. Din being benched was the surest way to make his benefactors patience run out. No, Paz was right—Boba even more so when he clocked Din good in the cheek after Paz wrestled the irate male out of the ring.

“You fucking idiot, bloodlust is an ugly image, boy—”

“I am not a boy—” Din snapped at Boba, teeth bared and bloody from his split lip, neck straining when he spat the words viciously at his long-time coach. He ran his tongue over the metallic tang of blood before spitting it out of his mouth onto the dirt flooring by the chaotic rows of metal seating.

“You almost killed a guy in the ring, you little shit,” Boba snarled with equal venom, matching the anger reflected in Din’s gaze with furious sense Din didn’t want to witness.

“Let me go,” was all Din growled, eyes never leaving his coach’s even when Paz loosened his arms around his chest. Heaving, coal black eyes darkened dangerously and stabbed the former boxer with a dare to try and restrain him again. The other man shook a rope of dreadlock that had come loose from the strip of leather he kept his hair tied in and made to say something when Din interrupted,

“Where is she?”

Paz closed his mouth, heavy brows furrowing over his eyes as recognition dawned in their dark hues,

“Is that what this is about? Dammit, vod—it’s not like she’s your girlfriend, isn’t that what you always say?”

“Don’t fucking try me tonight—” Din snapped aggressively, the threatening hum between the two men charged to dangerous voltage.

“Din?”

Your voice washed over him – aloe on the burns his fury had scorched his skin with – and he was making his way over to you in the next moment, mind battling with instinct as he ignored the calls and curses of his friends.

Mine.

Not yours—

Mine.

He moved with feral grace, parting the sea of people who bleated from the sidelines but cowered in his presence once his attention was facing them and there was no canvas or rope to separate boxer from spectator. They were lucky. He didn’t see them. Would step on them if they were stupid enough to stay in his path. All he could see, was you—watching him with confusion and concern marring those pretty features, absent of fear in the face of an incensed, adrenaline fueled boxer post fight.

He exhaled a growl as he came to stand before you, the sound cavernous and deep in his chest—the hands you had lifted to examine his face intercepted by his own when he grabbed them. His fingers wrapped fully around your wrists, and he was reminded of how fragile you were – even if you worked out whenever you could and had a will of iron that would make you whack him for saying that – and just how easily a man like him, any of the fighters here tonight—could hurt you.

Never.

They wouldn’t dare.

Not with him around.

But how could they know?

How would they know to stay the fuck away from you?

Knuckles stained with dirt and blood; his hand rasped against the softness of your palm as he dragged you in the direction of the unused backstage waiting room fighters had been offered as a changing room. Where this whole fucking thing started.

“Din—Din, what the hell happened up there?”

You jogged behind him to keep up with his pace, long legs taking him farther than your shorter ones could when confined to the heels you had worn for the night out. He stalked through the dimly lit corridors to the flaky, chipped door with a temporary sign on lined paper with “ATHLETES” scrawled along the front of it like some ironic joke.

He almost bent the worn, cheap metal handle in half—nearly pulled it from its socket with how hard he tore the door open and dragged you over the threshold inside.

You whirled on him with a huff, eyes flashing and hands planting on your hips in growing annoyance.

“Din will you just—”

You didn’t get another word out.

His wrapped hands cupped your cheeks between them, his mouth on yours hungrily when he bent over you. Biting, clawing, desperate—the kiss was more a battle of tongue and teeth than anything else. There was nothing soft, nothing slow or affectionate about the way his teeth sank into your bottom lip so hard you gasped. The way the blood seeping from his split lip painted yours in a crimson rouge—smeared and varnishing you in a visceral mark of his claim.

“Mine,” he snarled unknowingly into your mouth, lapping his tongue along the prairies of your tastebuds, plundering the depths of your mouth to brand every inch of you he could reach. Inside and out. His hands had the same idea, forming down over the shape of your curves as he walked you back blindly to the disused vanity pushed against the closest wall. Topped with a row of mirrors undoubtedly used by performers for whatever this place had once been used for, the glass was now aged with discoloration.

It didn’t matter.

He didn’t have eyes for anything but you as he hiked your legs up to perch you on the edge, your fingers curled into the taut muscles at his neck and clawing down over the sweat slick muscles of his pecs—catching on flat nipples that made ripples of pleasure heat his body further. Mad him tangle a hand in your hair, yank your head back harshly and meet your eyes with dark desire before dropping to your neck. His newest target.

“Din…” your irritated, questioning tone had morphed to fervent sighs. His tongue mapped a trail from the corner of your mouth – tasting the tang of his own blood – to the rapid tattoo of your pulse, a delicate sheen of perspiration beginning to shimmer on your flushed skin from the arousal. Another layer of flavor for him to get drunk on.

So fucking hot under his hands.

So beautiful.

So his.

“Mine,” he repeated into the curve of your neck, framed by tremulous stretches of muscle either side that he carved with scrapes of his teeth to leave tracks of slow fading pink grazes before he bit into it. Your legs – already open and inviting him to settle between them – crossed at the ankles around his narrow hips to keep him close. It was fucking intoxicating the way he could make you feel, the desperate need he had for you.

Months of sleeping together, of knowing his body so intimately had given you a rare insight to his emotions whether he knew it or not. And you knew he didn’t need to talk right now, he needed to fuck. To work through whatever had affected him so badly in hard kisses and rough hands on your soft flesh. It didn’t stop your stomach from flipping at his possessive words though, deliriously spoken but whispering the unacknowledged desires you had for him beyond his body.

“Yours,” you admitted before you could stop yourself, your hand cupping under his jaw to lift his mouth back to yours. His raspy moan at your agreement turned positively filthy when you carded short nails through his damp hair. Din was weak to having his hair stroked, his staunch dominance buckling in violent shivers of pleasure when you dragged those skilled fingers down the back of his skull and neck.

Traipsing around in a dress like that…

His eyes flew open, and he broke the kiss—ripped his mouth from yours to press his forehead to yours, eyes searching while his free hand ran indulgently up your torso to the neckline of your dress,

“Never let anyone disrespect you, sweetheart—” he rumbled, his fingers already undoing the zip of the dress, the nude pink material tempting to the eye and celebrating those features you were most proud of—that he found irresistible to know you loved. That someone could make you uncomfortable in those clothes… fucker. He snarled and pressed a long kiss to your mouth, large hands spreading the sides of the dress open wide – no underwear, baby? – and shucked the material down your arms to leave you bare before him.

His appreciation for your body – fucking gorgeous – was only tampered by the frustration he had with himself at the noise of confusion you made at his words. Of course, you hadn’t heard anything that asshole had said thankfully—but fuck, he couldn’t get it out of his head. You read his desperation somehow, and nodded slowly with puzzled eyes, teeth sinking into your swollen bottom lip as you leaned back on your hands.

So trusting…

Fuck.

It made alarm and something akin to fear rise swell uncomfortably in his throat.

He tried again.

“Never let anyone take advantage of you,” he whispered against your mouth in earnest, his hands running up your bare thighs to press his thumbs into the seams of your legs and hips, “tell me—”

His mouth dropped to your collarbone, funneling those feelings into lapping down to your heaving breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth with a groan and befuddling your mind to his request until he nipped the swollen peak – say it, baby – and caused your head to fall back against the mirror,

“Yes—yes,” you moaned, “I won’t—”

He snarled internally, dammit. Hearing you say it didn’t help. He wanted to say how he wouldn’t let anyone disrespect you, how he wouldn’t let anyone ever take advantage of you. But he couldn’t. Had to frame it like advice he would give any woman he knew instead of speaking it like the promise he wanted to make.

Din had been fucking you for the last few months now, exclusively after only a few months—but it never went beyond that. He had no reason, no excuse to be worried over your life or safety or what you did when you weren’t in his bed. He wasn’t expected to be involved in your life the way a friend or family member was. Not the way a boyfriend was.

He didn’t do relationships. Never had. Too much trouble and frankly—he liked his privacy, his space—and liked not being accountable to anyone but himself. The consequences of any shitty decisions he made would fall on him and him alone. If he demanded that of the women he slept with and then insisted on inserting himself into their lives in the next breath, he would be a hypocrite. And Din hated hypocrites.

He couldn’t.

But fuck. He never wanted to hear someone speak that way about you, never wanted them to think they had the slightest chance with a woman like you. His blood boiled at the notion of someone else’s hands on you, his tempered flared when he imagined your pleasure or smiles, or laughter give to someone who didn’t deserve you.

Like he did?

Fuck no, he knew he didn’t.

He never said he wasn’t selfish though, and he coveted you with sinful greed.

“Fuck me, baby—please, please—” you mewled into his neck as your hands that had started all of this with that first massage, fit into the sliver of space between your bodies to stroke along his cock over his shorts impatiently. His head fell back, and his mind blissfully emptied for a moment, grunting your name at the frisson of pleasure before those damned memories resurfaced again.

Look at the ass on that.

That.

Her. You weren’t a thing, a possession. You were—

He snarled. Misplaced anger manifesting in aggressive passion as he grabbed your wrist from where you stroked him to pin behind your back on the vanity.

“Always so eager, aren’t you—” he grinned darkly when you nodded, “turn around.”

The command was delivered low and dangerous, more a rumble of noise—deep echoes of jungle predators crackling like the kindling of threat, inspiring awareness that one wrong move would be fatal. But you never made a wrong move—not for as long as he had known you. Whether it was alleviating a pain deep in his muscles that had bothered him for months or pushing yourself slowing off the vanity to your feet as you were now—you always knew what he needed.

Wisps of hair fell into his eyes as he watched you—the decided turn of your naked body to dace the mirror—eyes never leaving his even as they caught them again in the aged glass. Bending forward, your ass pressed into the front of his shorts, and you rested your elbows on the vanity.

Perfect.

He didn’t realize he had whispered the word as he pressed his mouth between your shoulder blades, tongue trailing down the arch of your spine while his hands kneaded plush cheeks—spreading them and exposing your slick cunt to the cool air. The hitches in your breath, small squirms of your hips for relief—they all fed into his desire for you.

And he desired you. Constantly.

“I’m gonna eat your pussy until you can’t stand, baby—and then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t speak,” he muttered against the shell of your ear, massive bulk bowed over your back and shadowed eyes – the duality of warm walnut and lethal obsidian – bore into yours through the glass.

“I want them all to know who you belong to,” he nipped your ear, flicking his tongue along the cartilage—the black ink on his back catching the light as his muscles rippled with movement, a roll of pleasure from your ass grinding back against him with a whimper of his name, “so don’t be quiet this time, sweetheart.”

Your eyes fluttered open molasses slow from where they had dropped closed at his words,

“What—what hap—” you tried to turn your head, the concern mingled with lust in those gorgeous, honest eyes making warning bells blare painfully – too close – and he silenced you with a kiss. Swallowing the worry that hinted at feelings that surpassed those expected from a fuck buddy, he buried it deep inside himself, in the shadows like a coward. To be locked away where he would remain safe from it.

Your tongue grew sloppy with a moan when he ground his crotch into your ass—dragging the solid thickness of his clothed cock between your soaked folds and up against your tight rear entrance.

Wonder if she’ll let me take her there…

Bastard.

He sucked on your tongue with a groan of your name, hand releasing your cheeks to fan up your ribcage and cup your breasts. You jerked in sensitivity when rough hands pinched sore nipples – he fucking loved how sensitive your tits got just before your period. The cry you released was nothing short of musical, tempting him lower as he kissed down your spine—wrapped hands sanding down over your ribs again when he lapped around the rim of your ass, circling it before he traced lower.

You were dripping.

He dropped to his knees behind you, eyes drunken with an ingrained pride that he was the one in this position, looking at the petals of your swollen pussy glistening with arousal he inspired from just a few kisses and rolls of his hips. He kept his eyes on the steady trickle of wetness from your twitching entrance, his teeth grazing distractedly down the back of your thigh as he did so.

A finger ruddy with flecks of dried blood caught a string of your arousal – don’t waste a drop – and he sucked it between his lips with an approving groan, the noise of your whimpers the perfect accompaniment. Blood and lust. The essence of humanity, that was what he tasted when he sucked his finger clean. It tasted like life. And he wanted more.

A sharp crack echoed through the room when his hand came down hard on one cheek, and again... and again—each strike making that dripping wetness gush until he couldn’t hold back anymore. He buried his face in your cunt, nosing at your entrance and tongue spreading puffy lips apart so he could trace in pitter patter swipes through your folds—greedily gathering anything he could get on his tongue before swallowing. Dehydrated on the sands of depravity and sordid company—your cunt was an oasis of relief where he eagerly drank his fill.

You tried to move, your hips slamming up against the edge of the vanity – that’ll bruise – and you keened with a shuddering cry when his mouth simply followed your attempt to escape the onslaught of pleasure that was too much too soon.

“Fuck—fuckfuckfuck—” you gasped, dropping a hand back to tangle in his hair, dragging him closer despite your protests. Mm, he loved when you got like this—overstimulated from the first touch. No matter how much you whined, no matter how many times he wiped tears that smudged your makeup when he unraveled orgasm after orgasm from the knots inside you—he knew you loved the intensity as much as he did.

He spanked you again – take it – your cheeks red and beautiful when he spread them side for him to spit directly onto your quivering cunt. His saliva dribbled and mixed with your juices to gather over your clit, his mouth forming over the little bud enthusiastically, urged by your slow ruts back against his face to streak his face with your essence.

“More—” you whimpered.

“Greedy—” he growled back.

The sound of your breathless laugh meshed delightfully with the swallow of a moan – guttural and primal – and made his cock twitch in his shorts. His hips snapped up uselessly from where he was kneeling—finding no purchase or warm embrace to bury itself in as his tongue took that pleasure for itself.

It licked and curled with practiced, seemingly illogical strokes along your clit and up to your entrance—sloppily kissing it before his tongue dove into your tight depths, thumb working in quick circles over your clit. He knew exactly what to do to make you come undone.

Your first orgasm was sudden—strong and surprising. He hadn’t even fucking fingered you and you were already spasming around nothing. Your muscles tensed as you went on your toes to lean even further on the vanity, trying to escape his tongue that worked you through each wave—drowning you in the pleasure he knew only he could give you. You were his. His his his his h—

You sobbed his name, a raw answer to his internal mantra his mind struggled against and failed to overcome.

Din wanted you.

He wanted your body, your mind, your time—he wanted what Paz had.

Fuck.

The way the older man mooned and gazed with shameless adoration for the little baker he had fallen for in so short a time. Hell, Din teased him over it constantly. And maybe he didn’t want that—but he wanted something. Din wanted something with you. Wanted you to visit him in the gym and stop him mid set just to kiss him and tell him that you would wait for him to finish so you could go home together. He wanted to buy you flowers without having to think of a fucking excuse like last time to distance himself from the sentimentality. He wanted to open his front door and feel our presence as more than just a visitor. That a toothbrush and the stray pieces of clothing you forgot at his place would turn to shoes at the door and your taste in décor mixing with his.

Din wanted you.

But he had no idea how to do anything but fuck you. He didn’t know how to date or be romantic. Was clueless to things like companionship—to the softer emotions he knew you craved. That all people craved. Din had no idea how to do any of it.

You lay with your cheek on the wooden surface of the vanity, eyes half-closed and spacey as you watched him lift his head from your pussy, face shiny from your release and when he licked over his lips, still hungry for more—you mewled.

“Don’t tap out on me yet, sweetheart.”

You shook your head, a whimper and almost childish refusal while your cheek remained plastered to the vanity, all strength having left your body and an adorable pout trying to lie and tell him you couldn’t take any more.

“Mm, yes you can—” he answered you, dragging his mouth back up your slit and along your tight ass where he lapped at the rim again. Later. It took time for him to stretch you to take his size—it was better left for when he had you in his apartment and could take his time.

His hand followed his mouths direction as it continued up to meet your mouth—smirking against your lips at the whimpers you made from the slaps he gave your pussy—the obscene, wet sound filling the area with each slap slap slap until his hand was damn near slipping every time he struck your cunt from how wet it was.

A bang on the door—a harsh slap to your pussy so you would moan just right for him, and he growled out a threatening “occupied” to whoever was outside. You were too high strung to even notice.

“No one else can have you,” he rasped darkly into your temple, his free hand tangling in the strands to pull your head back against his shoulder—the position no doubt edging on uncomfortable with the way your spine and neck were arched back—moUlded into his hard frame. Your eyes fell to half mast even as your lips parted—still smeared with specks of blood you hadn’t yet licked or chewed off—and he bit your jaw in warning.

“No one else—” you parroted, your hot breath fanning over his cheek even as you rocked back against him, a steel confidence entering your fucked out gaze—mercurial in the swirling heat, “just like no one else can have you.”

The boldness of your words, the conviction spoken in that voice of wooden flutes and bubbling creeks made his blood light with fire—yes. As much as he anted you, he yearned for you to crave him in return.

“No one else,” he repeated your words back to you, rutting his hips against you when his cock pulsed with a negligent ache that demanded to be addressed. He kept one hand in your hair when he pushed his shorts down enough to free his leaking cock, the turgid length swollen and angry as he rubbed the tip between your lips.

Maybe he would buy you flowers tomorrow, after all.

Din gave you no time to prepare yourself – that’s my girl – sliding inside you with one brutal thrust that had you pushed up against the mirror and his cock engulfed in fiery bliss. He felt the heat run up his spine, a volcanic metamorphism into marble as his muscles froze in an immediate pause to stop himself from spilling inside you after one damn thrust.

You weren’t doing much better—one hand clawing for purchase on the mirror and the other digging your nails into his hip as you panted his name, an incoherent string of curses and praise as your sensitive walls convulsed around him. The position had him pressed right against that one spot he cock curved up against that could make you see stars and your care for being caught dissipate in cries of ecstasy.

“Baby—fuck please, so—too deep—” you whimpered in inane babbles, tightening in residual spasms from your orgasm and the sudden intrusion of his cock, still a stretch after all these months. Too deep… he snorted, rolling his hips hard to try shove himself deeper still. He could never get deep enough, always wanting more—always seeking to conquer the untouched lands of your body.

“Mm, want me to stop?” he teased, dragging his hips back with a smirk at your immediate rejection of no no no fuck—please, no—hand pathetically trying to drag him closer to you by the hip. Lovely little thing… thinking you were strong enough.

“That’s better…” he purred, relief washing over him when he pulled out—the walls of your cunt stretching around him, refusing his exit, and trying to keep him nestled inside you. The pace he chose was brutal. He fucked you like he fought tonight. Violently, mercilessly—and deaf to the calls to relent. But where he wanted his opponent to suffer, he wanted to devastate you with pleasure, enrapture you with ecstasy and leave you moaning his name where others would curse it.

Wet cock slapping as he pounded into you in short, frantic ruts – need you baby… fuck I need you – there was no time for you to catch a full breath before he was knocking it out of you again. His fingers had to tighten in your hair to keep you up – your body trembling under his as he sank his teeth into the taut muscle at your neck and his cock sank into your welcome body – exposed and waiting for him to litter in his signature.

He would never get enough of the way his marks looked on your skin—the way you decorated him in yours. You were powerless to do much else than accept them right now – likely getting him back later – boneless and weak under the attack of his mouth and the dominance of his body.

He would make sure everyone in this fucking shithole of a place knew who you were with. They would have to be blind not to notice the blotches of poppy bruises snaking down your neck with the elusion to more hidden from unworthy eyes. The smudge of your mascara as tears pearled like crystals in the corner of your eyes when you glanced at him in strung out bliss.

“M-more—” you begged, dropping one of your hands between your legs to rub at your clit—fingers splitting around the girth of his cock as he fucked you to feel the thick length disappear into you over and over, the soaked mess amassed from your frantic desire for each other trickling down your thighs.

“Yeah?” he grinned, breathless and sweating for much more pleasing reasons than he had been in the ring, a languid kiss to your neck as he hiked one of your knees up onto the vanity—spreading you wider for him to sink deeper.

You spasmed, your head falling back against his shoulder with a cry.

“Yes—there, there baby, fuck you feel so good…” you rambled, fingers working feverishly over your clit in wet strokes, grazing his balls every time they slapped against your skin and making him muffle his moan in your neck.

Rolling a nipple between his fingers, his large—bloodied hand completely swallowed your breast, squeezing it and tickling sounds that belonged to him from you and into his mouth when you kissed him. One last kiss before you collapsed back onto the vanity, and he stood to his full height so he could ruin you with his cock.

His name was the only thing you remembered as he split you open with full, hard thrusts—the entire length of his cock stretching your tight walls around it and playing along raw nerves already on the brink of another orgasm.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart—” he strained, desperate for release as he watched himself fuck you in the mirror—him behind your smaller body, squirming under the pleasure while his muscles bunched and relaxed with each snap of his hips—the veins in his forearms prominent and tendons taut as he poured all that training and dedication and determination into you, into pleasing you.

“Inside—inside, Din fuck, please—”

His mind emptied. Nothing else mattered about tonight—not the fight, not the disqualification, not the rage. Your eyes—cloudy with lust and achingly trusting as you looked back at him were all he could think about. Nodding without even realizing, the thought of filling you running in his mind on a loop.

“Fuck—!”

He wanted you to cum before him, he always did—but he was so high strung, so tense that he couldn’t stop himself, burying himself to the hilt with several punched out moans—exhaled rapture with every pump of his seed against your waiting womb. Your eyes rolled closed at the amount, bloating you with his release and as he came, you worked your clit frantically—chasing that addictive edge you gladly hurled yourself over at just the thought of him coming inside you.

Din dropped his forehead to your shoulder with a gasp, your spasming walls too much on his sensitive length but he had to stay inside—the contractions of pleasure, the gush of your release might push his out. He couldn’t have that. So, he gritted his teeth, mumbled husky praise – good girl, that’s it—just like that, soak me – to work you through your orgasm and pressed open mouth kisses to sweaty skin, the salt tickling his tongue as he caught his breath.

His mouth worked over the sweep of your shoulder, up your neck to your jaw when your orgasm subsided, purring your name and nonsensical strings of words he had no idea made sense or not. He finally eased his softening cock out of you slowly when you shifted your hips—testing your strength and finding it lacking when you realized both he and the vanity were what kept your legs up.

“Feel… feel better?”

“Mhm…” he confirmed noncommittally, nuzzling the marks beginning to bloom and darken like a forbidden garden only he was allowed indulge in the scent of. One of his hands ran absently down the back of your thigh, feeling for his release—pleased to feel nothing but your sticky arousal, his own still nestled inside your sore cunt.

“Want one of those crepes you’re always raving about from that twenty-four hour place?” he purred, helping you stand—going so far as to pull the straps of your dress back up so that zipping the metal teeth would be easier. Your eyes brightened despite the lazy, satiated fatigue hiding in their orbs.

“Gino’s?”

“Mm,” he nodded, looking down from his greater height and lips quirking in an annoying desire to smile when one – bright as daylight – broke out on yours.

You nodded quickly, looping your arms around his neck to drag him down to your mouth, kissing him good and proper while his hands fell under the still open sides of your dress to settle on bare hips,

“Are you ever going to tell me what set you off tonight?” you mumbled against his lips cautiously, the ghost of a smile from the promise of dessert still lingering but a hesitant worry entering your gaze, unsure if his mood would sour again.

It didn’t.

He nudged his nose along yours, aquiline curve slotting along yours as he hummed in thought, thumbs rubbing lazily into your hips,

“Maybe later,” he settled on and captured your lips again.

You left the changing room together, his gym bag slung over one shoulder and his free arm wrapped around your shoulder—nose never leaving your temple or nuzzling into your hair with blatant affection as you blushed at how obvious it was to anyone who saw you what you had been doing.

You had both tried to tidy yourselves—cleaning the corners of your makeup and trying to flatten your mused hair was about all you could do. Din didn’t even attempt to cover the freshly fucked look of messy hair and heavy eyes as he pulled an unzipped Mythosaur Gym hoodie on over his muscle shirt.

A group were passing in the corridor as you asked him something—his former opponent with one eye swollen shut from the bruises forming around his eye, jaw, and cheeks. Din answered you easily, an automatic response to whatever you were asking as his eyes met his opponents, cold fury and arrogant pride flashing in their depths.

You remained none the wiser as you passed the group, Din’s body protectively placed between you and them. He probably should have told you; he knew you wouldn’t be swayed by it—comfortable in your body as you were, but he couldn’t bring himself to. He could protect you from slander and toxicity at the very least—and he planned to. Even if he had to do so in the shadows for now.

For himself, the swelling and bruising on the idiots’ face weren’t the only thing he had to satisfy himself with. He was the one whose cum was still buried inside you, clinging to your thighs and keeping you slick and wet for him to add more to later when he got you back to his place. And as you glanced up at him with a disarming smile after he dropped his hoodie over your shoulders without a thought once you both were outside in the crisp air of the early morning darkness—he secretly hoped that he would be the only one to have that privilege from then on.

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Reader giving Karl the silent treatment because he was an angry asshole + upset her.

It drives him insane + makes him realise how much he cares.

He tries soo hard + so many ways to get reader to speak to him again but she is stubborn + pissed.

In his frustration he trips over something/misses the chair and lands on his ass. Reader tries her best not to laugh at him and break her silence but fails miserably.

He’s about to explode + gets mad as hell until he sees her trying not to laugh.

Guess he has to punish her for laughing + ignoring him all day 😈😈

This is one of the best prompts ever.

"Karl, you promised you wouldn't be busy today!", you were frustrated at the sudden news. Karl had been working nonstop recently, leaving no time for you. You had felt neglected, so he told you that there would be a day soon where he'd be able to have some free time for the both of you. Now, the day has come and he's still working. He groaned as he sat at his cluttered desk. "Look, something unexpected happened and if I don't fix it now then it'll be the only thing on my mind." "Oh, I get it. Your work must be SO much more important than me, huh?", you crossed your arms angrily. "Actually, it is at the moment. If you really wanna spend some time with me and stop being a bitch, then you can shut the fuck up and leave me alone so I can get this shit over with!", he yelled. His words stung. There wasn't any real meaning to them. He was just frustrated and put his mouth before his brain.

You stood there, seething with rage. If he wanted you to be quiet, then that's exactly what you'll give him. You leave the room, slamming the door on the way out. "Tch.", he rolls his eyes and begins to look over the notes of his new creation in attempts to figure out where he went wrong. It was hard to concentrate on the words, but he couldn't tell why. "Damn she's really mad.... she'll be fine in a few minutes...", he brushes it off and continues to work.

Meanwhile, you're quietly going on with your day. You had planned every detail for today, even your outfit, and he ruined it. "He doesn't deserve the day I planned.", you huffed to yourself.

A few hours passed and he had no work done. He couldn't concentrate due to a feeling of guilt clouding his mind. "She was really excited about today. It's not my fault though! She should know how important my work is even though I promised her I wouldn't be doing anything today.", he thought to himself. He realized how absurd the words were. "Goddammit", he grunts and slams his notes shut. He never realized how much he cared about her until he realized the impact he has on her emotions. She was pissed because she was expecting something from him and he let her down. He leans his head back and sighs. He knew what he had to do. He stood up from his desk and began to go looking for her.

You were in the bedroom, sitting on the bed. The door opens and you refuse to look over, knowing it's him. "Hey.", he stands there awkwardly for a second and begins to walk over. You say nothing. "Look, I get you're probably mad at me..", he tried to think of ways to apologize without actually saying sorry. He still had an ego to protect. "Let's pretend that nothing happened. I put the work down for today and I promise to dedicate today to you." You give no response. You don't even look in his direction.

He grows frustrated with your silence. "Are you listening? I said let's just pretend this didn't happen.", he places a hand on your shoulder and you pull away, still not looking at him or saying anything. His patience begins to thin again and he can feel the frustration rising in him again. "I shouldn't have called you a bitch. Is that what you wanted me to say?", his tone grew aggressive again. The only reaction you give is an eyeroll. This pisses him off worse.

You get up from the bed and begin to walk away. "I'm fucking talking to you!", he grabs your wrist and you pull away once again. "Fine. Fine! I tried!", he acted as if he had given up, but he continued to follow you. All he wanted was to make things right, he just had no clue how. Whenever he makes someone mad, he usually gets some pleasure out of it. He's never had anyone in his life that he wanted to make happy, so he's completely lost in all of his feelings.

You keep walking around the factory, trying to get him off of your ass. But he's persistent. He's following you, spouting random bullshit. He's trying to sound sorry, but his tone and aggressiveness is ruining it. Now, you're almost playing a game to see how long he'll keep this up. You're back in the office where it all started.

"Oh, is this a sign you want me to work? Huh? HUH?! Fine!", he throws his hands up and marches back over to his desk. "I wanted to work anyway!", he lowered his body down to sit in his chair but missed completely. You turned around, not wanting him to see the smile that grew across your face. You covered your mouth and nose to try and hide the laughter that wanted to erupt. Tears formed in your eyes as you continued to stifle any laughter.

Meanwhile, Karl was boiling with rage and embarassment. He quickly stood up from the ground and dusted himself off. "GODDAMMIT!", he kicks his chair, knocking it over. His temper tantrum threatens your laughter even more. He looked over and saw that your back was still facing him. He had reached his limit. He stomps over towards you and freezes once he notices something. Your shoulders were bouncing and he could quietly hear muffled laughter. "Are you fucking laughing at me?" You nod and can't help but let it out. You laugh harder and harder, unable to catch your breath.

He stared at you, confused about his feelings. He was still embarrassed, and a little mad that you were laughing at him, but it felt great to see you smile so big and laugh so hard. He was afraid you'd never smile again after how much of a dick he was.

"Okay it wasn't THAT funny.", he crosses his arms and tries to hide his own laughter. You were so giddy and couldn't even talk due to your laughter. "Yes it was!", you manage to say in between a few exhausted laughs. "You give me the silent treatment and then you laugh at me. Real fucking classy.", he places an arm on your shoulder and pulls you close to him. You don't fight it, which makes him feel better. "I'm not sorry.", you say once you're finally done laughing. "Yeah? Well you will be." He grabs you and throws you over his shoulder and carries you out of the room.

#re8 #re8 heisenberg #karl heisenberg x you #karl heisenberg headcanons #karl heisenberg headcanon #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg fanfic #karl heisenburg x reader #karl heisenburg

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httpdabi · 3 years

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Nothing special

Word count: 2.0k

Genre: smut, I don’t even know anymore

Warnings: 18+, dom!Dabi, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie (once again, pls use condoms lmaooo)

,, Babe, I was just joking around’’ Touya cooed on the other line, forcing you to put the phone away as you took a deep breath, trying to calm your tits down.

,, You are always joking around. Some things are kept private Touya’’ you whined, wishing your boyfriend actually understood the meaning of the word privacy. Closing your eyes, you weren’t even sure if he bragged about it to make himself cooler in front of his friends, or because he simply thought it was alright to talk about it. Once Mina told you that he was holding a speech about your sexual life with his friends last night, you almost wished you were never born.

,, Babe, they are my friends, they won’t tell anyone if you’re worrying about it’’ he said with almost apologetic voice.

,, Well guess what, one of them already told Mina’’ you tried not to scream, as you walked fast, face red from all the embarrassment you felt at the moment.

,, You know what, we’ll talk when you calm down’’ Touya hissed, hanging up fast after it. You wanted to scream in frustration and smash your fucking phone onto the cold street, but yet you stopped yourself , not wanting to make a fool out of yourself in front of the crowd of strangers.

The moment you got into the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, you sighed in relief once you realized that he ain’t home. The moment you found out about him not being able to keep his mouth shut, you felt like all the stares were directed to you.

,, Piece of shit’’ you whined, as you took your phone out of the pocket of your jacket. A sudden idea popped up in your mind. Grinning widely, you texted your best friend, telling her to be online in the next few hours, making sure she’ll have some time for a small call once Touya comes back home.

Instead of preparing the dinner, you ordered a pizza for yourself. You knew very well how much he loved when you cook for him, and how much he’s thankful for it, and it almost made you feel bad about your decision, but yet you managed to push the thoughts away, remembering about the conversation he had with his stupid friends.

,, Submissive bitch my ass’’ you hissed, choking onto the small piece of pizza. At some point all the disappointment and sadness was long gone, as anger and frustration took over you.

Not even trying to clean up the mess you made, you simply went into the bedroom you shared with him, and changed, wearing your purple oversized shirt. Sure, you loved wearing his shirts, somehow something that simple, gave you so much comfort. But not today. Today you wanted to burn everything that was his.

,, Baby, I’m home’’ you heard him say, as he slammed the door. Ignoring his words, you just hopped into the bed, trying to calm yourself down a bit. You acted as you were asleep, once you heard his steps coming closer to the bedroom the two of you shared.

,, What ? No kiss today?’’ he asked, knowing very well that you are wide awake. It was foolish of you even to think that you could fool him.

,, Ask Shiggy for a kiss, I heard he’s as submissive as I am’’ you hissed, hiding your face in the covers, still not brave enough to face him.

,,Oh? You’re still not over that?’’ he asked again, leaning onto the wall. If your behavior wasn’t so annoying at the moment, he would probably find it cute how frustrated you were over something so small. Turning around, he left you alone, wanting to give you some time for yourself, only to find you hopping out of the bed.

You followed him into the living room, courage taking over your body, once you realized that he’s calm as fuck and not affected by your reaction at all.

,, You’ve gotta be kidding me doll’’ he gasped once he saw the mess in kitchen, and leftovers of your pizza placed all over the counter. ,, At least throw the leftovers away’’ Touya added, pushing the small box to the side.

,, Clean it yourself if it bothers you that much’’ you spat, as you hopped onto the couch, turning the TV on. A dangerous smirk appeared on his face, once he realized what kind of game you were playing, not wanting to give in.

You tried to concentrate on the stupid movie you found on Netflix, as he prepared the dinner. A small part of you wanted to push him away, and simply make anything for him, but yet another part of you was telling you to sit the fuck down and ignore him.

The fact that he wasn’t paying much attention to you was pissing you off. You hoped small stuff like that would piss him off, but yet he was so calm.

Standing up, you texted Mina, checking if she’s online, as you hopped onto the tall chair next to the counter. You noticed that he was giving you a side eye, checking you out every now and then, as you just texted someone on your phone.

,, Who are you texting ?’’ curiosity took over him. You weren’t the one to text people, and if you were texting someone just to piss him off, then you were on a good way.

,,A friend’’ you simply stated, ignoring the confused and almost mad look on his face.

,, Which friend? ‘’ he asked almost immediately, his grip around the wooden spoon he was stirring the food with, grew much stronger without him even realizing.

,, You don’t know him’’ you gave him a simple answer, more than satisfied with the reaction he was giving you. Placing the Airpods in your ears, you turned the volume down as you answered Mina’s call, not giving him a chance to say anything else.

,, Heyy babe, I’ve missed you so much’’ you squeaked happily, as Mina laughed on the other side, talking some nonsense, while you answered some bullshit. Touya’s eyes widened in shock as he turned the stove off, turning around to face you as you talked with the unknown person.

,, Yeah, I’m still with him’’ you smiled widely, faking the whole conversation with Mina. The moment you realized that all of his attention was placed on you, you took a next step, hardly holding the laugh to yourself.

,, Yeah I know. No, it’s not hard to take it, his dick is nothing special, but it’s about the technique, you know? ’’ you said, biting onto your nail, as you tried to ignore the shocked expression that was written all over Touya’s face. Sure, he tired to act all calm, but there was a line and you just crossed it.

Grabbing the phone out of your hand, he looked at the unknown number that was on your screen. A small smile formed on your face, as you felt grateful that you remembered to delete Mina’s number in case something like this happens.

,, Who’s this?’’ he asked almost aggressively, only for Mina to hang up on him the moment she heard his voice. As much as you tried to stop yourself, a smirk formed on the corner of your lips, glad that he could get a taste own medicine.

The smirk long gone, once your phone flew across the room and his hand found its way to your throat. You knew that you were playing a dangerous game, but in your opinion, it was all worth it. Every fucking second of it.

,, You have a death wish ?’’ Touya hissed, his grip around your throat getting much stronger. The moment you nodded your head, he pulled you up, pushing your body down onto the counter.

,, Sure my technique might be good, but as much as I remember, you were crying about my dick not fitting in?’’ he said, making it sound like he was questioning you. ,, Guess, I’ll have to remind you about it’’ Touya added, flipping you over. One hand gripping onto your hair, as he pushed your upper body over the counter, and his other hand ripping your panties apart, throwing them on the floor.

Without a warning, he slammed his dick into you, making you scream as the pain took over your body. It was weird how even tho the two of you fucked every night, he was stretching you out like it was your first time.

He didn’t give you any time to adjust, snapping his hips against your own at a ruthless pace. There was no need for it, it was a punishment in the first place and as you said, his dick is nothing special after all.

Somehow you managed to grab onto the edges of the counter, as he roamed into you fast and deep, hitting your cervix with every move he made. Closing your eyes, you tried not to moan, you tried not to show him any sign of pleasure you felt in that very moment.

,, What’s wrong baby? I thought you can take it’’ he groaned, yanking your hair back. The whole situation was turning him on way too much, your bratty attitude, the way you are bent over the counter for him and the small whimpers that were escaping your lips every now and then.

,, I-I’m glad.. I’m glad you could feel the way .. The way I did’’ you managed to say, catching your breath in between every word you said.

,, Shut your bratty mouth’’ he hissed, his grip and moves getting only stronger. A loud moan escaped from your mouth, once you felt him hit your g spot. Closing your eyes, you wiggled your body a bit, giving him a sign that you are close. Like he didn’t know already. If someone knows your body, it’s Touya. He simply knows everything about you, he knows when you’re upset, sad, when you’re hiding something from him. He knows when something is wrong, when you are in pain, and the best he knows is when you are about to cum.

He didn’t plan on making you cum, he wanted to punish you and leave you on your own once he’s done with you. He wanted to make you beg for him, he wanted you to finish yourself with nothing else than your own fingers. He didn’t want to give you that pleasure of reaching your high, you didn’t deserve it, yet once he felt you moving your body closer to his, and once he heard the small moans coming out of your mouth, the thought he had was long gone.

,, Right here?’’ he asked, his fingers on your clit, rubbing small circles. You couldn’t even answer him properly, only nodding your head, as you squeezed your eyes shut. Toyua grinned once he felt your walls tightening around his dick, making him fuck you even harder than he already did. If that was even possible.

,, Oh God, Touya’’ you moaned loudly, repeating his name all over again, as you came all over his dick. Touya continued to fuck you, reaching his own high shortly after. The moment you felt his warm seed deep inside of you, you sniffed quietly, disappointed with the fact that you were once again so weak and nothing else than submissive bitch for him.

,, Baby, it’s okay, it’s okay’’ Touya whispered, turning your body around and placing small and soft kisses all over your face. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, and the way you acted in that very moment broke his heart.

,, I’m sorry baby, I’ll make everything better, I’ll never talk about our love life ever again’’ he added, pulling you into a tight embrace.

,, Promise?’’ you whispered, slowly rubbing your eyes as he showered you with billion small kisses. You knew that he didn’t mean any harm with his reckless talk, you knew he never wanted to hurt you.

,,Promise’’ he said, and you believed him, like you always did.

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