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Harry Styles is a True Rockstar at L.A. Show: Review

Subtlety is Harry Styles’ ace. He is very, very good at being subtle. The most interesting thing Styles does during the second night of what he terms “my first tour” is sing a cover called “Just a Little Bit of Your Heart.”

“There are a lot of people in the crowd tonight, and I wouldn’t be on the stage without every single one of you,” he said Wednesday night (Sept. 20) at L.A.’s Greek Theater. “You are the best friends any person could ask for. You are wonderful. Thank you so much.”

As explained by him onstage, dressed in beautiful paisley patterned suit, this is a pretty number he once wrote for another lady to sing. Her name is Ariana Grande. He doesn’t say any more about it. But there’s a great deal more between the lines.

If you’re not a Directioner and you don’t possess an encyclopedic knowledge of all things Styles, you may never have heard this song. It seems everyone in the crowd has, which tonight includes the likes of One Direction pal Niall Horan, Fleetwood Mac’s Mick Fleetwood and actress Emma Stone.

There is crossover between the post-X Factor Styles and the post-Disney Grande among an audience who for most of music history have been berated by press and other music fans alike: “Fangirls” has been a derogatory term.

Wednesday night, fangirls arrived in buses together. They shrieked, they FaceTimed friends, they couldn’t control their emotions. The screams that came out their mouths squeezed around your head like a vice.

It took the biggest threat to this very community earlier this year for cynics to reconsider them. During Grande’s Manchester MEN Arena show, a suicide bomber turned a wondrous, happy place into a nightmare. Somewhere along the way, people thought twice about being unkind towards fangirls after that.

Styles grew up in Chester. That’s not far from Manchester. No doubt the attack resonated with him. He doesn’t say any of this. He just gets on with the show, sometimes waving a rainbow LGBTQ flag, other times blowing kisses at girls. If this is a battle to protect the safe space of pop in 2017, then Styles is our hero with a rock ‘n’ roll plan. And boy, does he have a plan.

“Good evening Los Angeles,” he says at the start of his 75-minute set. “My job is to entertain you. Your job is to have as much fun as you possibly can.”

Look around, and you see that joy on the faces of fans who have waited months to be here. It’s the uptempo numbers from his debut self-titled solo record that render them most feral and free. Take the calypso grooving “Carolina”: All around the open air amphitheater, girls with long hair stretched down to their waists flip their tresses back, throw their hands in the air, put their phones away, and close their eyes. “She’s a good girl!” he sings. You imagine the girls with peepers shut are dreaming: “Who? Me?!”

For the course of the show, Styles’ charm offensive could settle wars. He was made to be the frontman. His high school indie band White Eskimo never got as far as The Greek, but you could argue that everything he’s done between then and now was building up to this incarnation. His Jagger-meets-David Cassidy persona shines out on the swaggering “Only Angel” and “Woman.”

The atmosphere he creates at The Greek is telling of where he wants to sit in the canon of things. Filling the theater before he comes out are the likes of The Kinks’ “Sunny Afternoon,” Pink Floyd’s “Money” and Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody” – all British classics.

The production screams so, too: A pink curtain hides the stage. Regarding his love of pink, Styles recently quoted The Clash’s Paul Simonon: “Pink is the only true rock 'n’ roll color.” Before the cloth falls, he appears behind it as a black silhouette, clutching his Gibson electric guitar.

When he dumps the guitar, he brings out his Jagger affectations – a flick of the wrist here, a stuck-out tongue there, a slight earnest screwing of the right side of his face to show that he means it, then the odd funny face to break up the sincerity. It’s the little things that drive the crowd wild.

Sometimes, as on “From the Dining Table,” he closes his eyes for just long enough that you wonder what it is he sees. Therein lies that enigma quality. He knows exactly the right time to give things a little sprinkle. “I’m falling in love with you,” he tells the crowd mid-song during “Woman.”

The album is an attempt to rekindle the rock genre: It was always intended to reach its full evolution when heard in its entirety live. By creating 10 songs brimming with familiar '70s styles, he manages to nail his self-imposed job as our entertainer because everything sounds like you’ve heard it before. He’s constructed a catalogue that’s easy to sing to, dance to, feel to.

There’s a “Benny and The Jets” quality to “Woman.” The rollicking “Kiwi” sounds inspired by driving down the Sunset Strip in an open-top car blasting Motley Crue’s “Girls, Girls, Girls.” He covers Fleetwood Mac’s “The Chain” as part of his encore, and it’s the most playful he looks to have ever been on a stage.

Beyond Styles himself, his band are beasts, satiating the members of the crowd who might be looking to be impressed. Not a flaw in sight to satisfy any schadenfreude. Anyway, if there were any mistakes, they’d be drowned out by the singalongs.

From the opening bars of “Ever Since New York,” the crowd hollered every number like it was the last one of the evening. Their belting of Styles’ One Direction covers (“Stockholm Syndrome,” “What Makes You Beautiful”) are frighteningly overpowering. During the latter, rows of fans stand in line, link their arms and jump up and down the way British lads do at football matches. Harry is their team, and he never lets them down.

Styles also never lets himself down. All this talk of his pursuit of “authenticity” when really he seems to be doing exactly what comes naturally. Before Styles came on tonight, his support act, a young synthpop group called MUNA from L.A., played a slew of socially conscious rock songs. Before they left, their singer Katie Gavin turned to Styles’ crowd and said, “Creating change starts with imagining change.”

You wonder if Styles imagined that when he wrote “From the Dining Table” – his favorite song on the record – and he picked the line “Even my phone misses your call, by the way,” he’d be singing it while thousands of phones lit up the night sky, waving together, taking Styles from his place of self-doubt and solitude back to this: his home, his safe space. That space is a two-way street. In that moment, fangirls and Styles protect each other. In that moment, there’s nothing they can’t achieve.

No Hands (M)

Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Smut. Nothing but filth here.

Warnings: Dom!Jin, master/pet, squirting, overstimulation, ass play, toys

Word count: 4,042 words

A/N: I suddenly got the idea for this filth when I wanted to love Jin more after seeing so many appreciate Jin posts like 2-3 weeks back… Also, thanks to @rielleria and @mylovejhs for beta-ing!

Many see Jin as a jester. A comic, a source of laughter and the brunt of jokes, rarely more. Oftentimes you wonder if the girls who claim to fall for him are simply enamoured because of his looks and nothing else. But he is more than an eye candy. Although many may not realise it, Jin is a person with substance. He has feelings, he feels pain and insecurity, his thoughts run deep, but he only shows these sides to the people who are lucky enough to be close to him. You are one of the lucky ones. Actually, you are even luckier than most because there is a side of him that he shows only to you.

In front of most people, Jin never stops making jokes, playing and horsing around. Little does everyone know that when he’s alone with you, he still likes to play around. However, his games turn deliciously wicked, the angelic smile he wears in public becomes sinister. The  people who know you would find it even more surprising that you can’t get enough of it. Usually Jin has no problems giving what you want and letting you win most of your arguments, preferring to make his girlfriend happy unless he strongly disagrees with you. He is just as kind and sweet as he looks. However, when you’re in bed… His word is law, and you live to please him. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Title: Baby, I’m Back! 

@isayweallgetdrunk​ requested: Omg those prompts 😱 I like187 and 188 with Negan ofc! 187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?” || 188: “ Mine.

Character(s): Negan and Reader
Summary: After his month-long supply run, you and Negan show each other just how much you missed one another.
Word Count: 3,504
Warning: SMUT!!!
Author’s Note: Thank you, @isayweallgetdrunk​ for requesting these prompts! I mean, 187 and 188 are definitely lines that Negan would say, I think! I hope you enjoy this smutty goodness! ;-)

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Wet (Grayson)

You almost burst into tears pulling up into the driveway. Today’s work load was almost too much for you to handle, everything bad that could have possibly went wrong, went wrong. You were just overly ecstatic to have the weekend off and to be in the warm embrace of your boyfriend of almost two years, Grayson. He was the only one who could make your worst days turn into the best one ever, but the problem with that was, he was nowhere to be found once you had gotten inside and kicked off your shoes.

“Gray?” You called, frowning when you got no response.

“Ethan?” Again another no response, nonetheless you did see that the T.V was on and there was a pizza box on the coffee table so they couldn’t have gone far. You also guessed that you were in charge of dinner tonight. Throwing your bag on the bed you immediately stripped down to nothing, letting your hair out of the tight ponytail that had been giving you the biggest migraine and cut the shower on, adjusting it to your liking and stepping inside. “Thank god.” Whispering you got under the warm stream, letting the water wash all of your worries away.

You had no clue how long you had stayed under there because in the meantime, Grayson had snuck into the bathroom and shut the door. Once you had rinsed the conditioner from your hair, you almost screamed bloody murder when you felt a pair of hands grab your waist. “Grayson Bailey Dolan! You asshole!” You clutched your chest and with the other hand reached up to whack him on the side of the head, a habit you hadn’t broken in the two years you’ve been dating.

“Sorry beautiful, I didn’t mean to startle you.” You shook your head and he sighed, pulling you into his arms. He knew that look, he could sense it a mile away when you were in a horrible mood. “Rough day?” “Oh don’t even get me started. I’ve had it with that place, it’s emotionally draining.” He kissed your wet head and swayed back and forth. “I’m sorry, here, let me wash you off and we can get in bed and cuddle.” That didn’t even sound half bad right now. Handing him your shower gel he squirted some into his hands and started to caress your body.

Grayson’s hands on your body did unspeakable things to you and it made you tingle and shake in places you didn’t know was possible. He started with your back, rubbing hard and making sure to press in the spots where tension had been building up. He spun you around and his hands immediately went to your breasts, squeezing and massaging them. You looked up and met eyes with him, his eyes were hooded, hair wet and hanging in his face and his lips parted. His hands travelled lower and pulled you closer, smirking. “I know another way to relieve your stress baby girl.”

With that his lips met yours halfway, his tongue sliding into your mouth and hands wandering to your ass, lifting you effortlessly. He pressed your back against the tile and you gasped against his lips at the sudden coolness that surged through your body. His lips moved down to your neck, sucking softly and causing you to let our small whimpers, careful not to be too loud. “Is Ethan here?” Pulling back Grayson chuckled, “No. So feel free to be as loud as you want.” With that he went back to sucking love bites into your skin that you were going to have to cover up with makeup for the next couple of days.

While he had you distracted with lips on your neck, his hand slid between your legs and he started to rub your clit. “Fuck,” You gasped out, your legs beginning to tremble wrapped around his waist. You had no clue how he managed to multitask like this but god damn, you were thankful as hell for it. Once he was satisfied with his work he lowered you slightly, “Put me in baby.” Quickly reaching between the two of you, you slid his length inside of you, his body shifting forward so he was completely buried inside of you. The moans you two let out were almost simultaneously loud, thank god Ethan wasn’t home yet.

He started to move back and forth, forehead on yours as his eyes bore into your own. “You feel so good wrapped around my dick, so tight and wet.” You whimpered at his dirty talk, nails slightly digging into his back that caused him to moan, encouraging him to pick up his pace. The pleasure was so overwhelming you barely felt any pain when your head fell back and hit the wall. Grayson thrust a few more times before pulling out and letting you down, wrapping his arm around you to make sure your wobble legs didn’t fail you. Almost questioning him, he turned you around and bent you over, sliding back in and finding that quick pace.

“Grayson! God don’t stop.” Your moans bounced off the walls as you clawed at the tile, the sound of skin slapping skin louder than the water that was cascading down Grayson’s back. His hand pulled back and he smacked your left cheek, the sting making you grit your teeth and him to moan as he watched the red mark appear on your skin. His thrusts began to falter and you knew he was close and so were you. To edge yourself closer you reached between your legs and toyed with your clit, the sight making Grayson groan and release, you following shortly after. 

Once you both had calmed down enough to catch your breath, he pulled out and spun you around once again, picking you up and smiling. “Stress relieved?” “Stress most definitely relieved.” You two kissed for a couple of seconds before he shook some wet hair out of his face. “You know you don’t have to work there, right? Ethan and I could really use some help with filming, editing and all that jazz. You can get paid for that too, just so you won’t have to worry about being stressed all the time. I hate it when you’re in a bad mood.”

Biting your lip you studied his features, he was 100% serious. You appreciated his concern for you, that was the number one thing that you loved the most about him. He wanted to take care of you no matter what. “I’ll for sure think about it. I just don’t want it to seem like I’m mooching off of you guys’ success.” He shook his head and kissed you, chuckling lightly. “No way baby girl. No one will see it that way, we all adore you. Just think about it okay? I’ll talk to Ethan and see what we can do.” With another smile and a quick kiss you nodded, “Okay. I will.”

Mr. Barnes Will See You Now (9)

Prompt: 50 Shades of Barnes. VERY LOOSELY BASED!!!

Note: I do not own any of the characters or story line.

A/N: This part took FOREVER to come out guys and for that I am truly sorry. I ended up getting super busy with college assignments and then some other stupid and possibly regrettable in the near future stuff. But hey that’s life right?! I am going to try put up part 10 before the end of the week because y’all are such perfect readers!

Word Count: 1158

( Part 1 ) ( Part 2 ) ( Part 3 ) ( Part 4 ) ( Part 5 ) ( Part 6 ) ( Part 7 ) ( Part 8 )

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Love Triumphs Part 19: That Evening

Jared Padalecki x Reader

1200 Words

Story Summary: AU (I love Gen, and love her with Jared.) Jared and Gen have split up, but are still friendly. You, the Reader have recently started acting on Supernatural, and have fallen in love with Jared. Both of you get hate due to the fact that you are much younger than he is.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

The rest of the night went smoothly, and was more fun than you ever expected. Everyone was amazing, and cool, and you found yourself laughing more than you had in a long time. Jared kept you by his side most of the night, his arm wrapped around your waist, usually running his hand up and down your side.

“So Y/N, how long do you think they will keep your character on the show? Any chances of killing her off this year?” Rich asked as he came to stand next to you, his words slurring slightly. You didn’t take offense at his question. He was just trying to be friendly, and after all, he had directed you a couple of times already.

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Savages: Ch.1 {Roman Reigns/Jason Momoa/Tama Tonga x OFCs}

Author’s Note:  People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf. This is the story of the Devil’s Breed Motorcycle Club. Devil’s Breed MC, San Diego is a spin off of another MC series I was working on. This is the story of the Kealoha family and the women they love. Please let me know if you like this. Feedback is really, really appreciated!!!

FYI: This is MC riding formation: 

Warning: Smuuuuuuuuuuut! Mention of assault. 

Word Count: 5,151words

Chapter 1: Release


186 days. It had been 186 days since he’d tasted freedom. Nico ‘Reaper’ Kealoha stood in partial darkness, his hand clenched at his sides as he waited for the prison doors to open. A prison guard stood at his side. Sergeant Mackie recognized the former Marine in the inmate and had been the biggest advocate for his release. Nico was serving a year-long assault charge for beating the shit out of a man he’d caught red handed trying to rape a woman at their local bar. When the police showed up to arrest him, he hadn’t resisted. He stood, hands up and bloodied as officers shouted commands at him, guns drawn. Nico watched with dead eyes as they loaded the guy in the back of an ambulance and later received word from his lawyer that the guy almost died. As far as Nico was concerned, the asshole got what he deserved for what he was trying to do to that woman.

The prosecutor who tried Nico’s case initially charged him with aggravated assault with a deadly weapon. He’d argued that due to his extensive military training, both as a sniper and in combat rendered Nico himself a weapon. The prosecutor had also argued that he’d beaten the man beyond the scope of self-defense. The judge, however, had shown him leniency, despite the fact that he could have charged him more harshly because of his military and combat training. What no one knew was that Judge Williams had served in the military with Nico’s uncle. Although not close with Nico or his older brother Kali, the judge decided to knock the aggravated assault charge down to assault because, as Nico had explained at his trial, he was defending a woman who was incapable of defending herself. When he’d happened upon the assault, the woman had been knocked unconscious. His lawyer made sure that the jury knew about Nico’s extensive history as a decorated military veteran and that he had never been in trouble with the law before this incident. The woman he’d saved, Sofia Stormborne, had been at his trial every day, even going so far as testifying on his behalf. He firmly believed that it was her presence that helped save him from a harsher sentence. Nico had received a year in prison with a possible early release for good behavior. Kali, his brother,  visited him every week, letting him know that no one back home had forgotten about him. Sofia had written to him once a week and it was her letters that helped him through it. In them, she had apologized for him ending up where he was, expressing regret that he was being punished for doing the right thing. Nico made sure to let her know that he held no ill will towards her and that he would do the same thing all over again, even knowing the outcome. He wasn’t the kind of man who enjoyed violence. But his father had ingrained in his boys to always defend those who couldn’t defend themselves. It was at the core of who he was as a man. It was why he joined the Marines.

He wore the clothes that he’d been arrested in, jeans with a clean white shirt thanks to Sergeant Mackie. The door in front of him opened and the older man patted him on the back. Nico walked out of Richard J. Donovan Correctional Facility, planning on never coming back. 

“Good luck, Marine.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

The first face he saw when he stepped out into the sunlight was his older brother, Kali, also known by his road name of Blades. The name had been given to Kali because the big man was never without a knife of some sort and if he got close to you with one in his hand, the chances of you surviving the encounter was slim to none. Older by four years and wiser by much more. With a broad grin on his face, Kali pulled his baby brother into a crushing hug. Having Nico safe and sound in his arms was the best feeling in the world. The brothers had never been separated, even during their tours with the Marine Corps. In all his thirty-two years, the last six months apart from his brother had been some of the most difficult times in his life. Not knowing if Nico was safe every night gnawed a hole in his belly. He pulled back, taking a good look at his younger brother. He’d been big when he went in, but was even bigger now, catching up with his older brother in size.

“It’s good to see you, bro.”

“It’s good to see you too.”

Nico’s smile grew when he glanced over Kali’s shoulder to see several brothers of their MC waiting to welcome him. Other members of the club cheered and shouted, elated to have their brother free. The Devil’s Breed Motorcycle Club was spread along the West Cost, with their closest chapter being their LA brethren just two hours north of them. Kali was president and Nico was his Sergeant at Arms, also known as an enforcer. Kali gave the orders and Nico watched everyone’s backs. They’d even brought his bike along on a flatbed for him to ride back to the clubhouse. A prospect carefully rolled his baby off the back of the flatbed and Nico couldn’t help the smile on his face when he saw the gleaming motorcycle. The black and grey Victory Judge was his pride and joy. Kali walked over to his bike, grabbing a folded up piece of leather from one of his saddlebags. He walked back over to his younger brother, handing him his kutte.

“Kept this safe for you.”

Nico grinned as he slipped his kutte on over his shirt. The top rocker read ‘Devil’s Breed’ and the bottom one said ‘San Diego’. A reaper covered the back of the kutte and the front had his road name, club position, and other numerous patches that he’d earned in his five years with the club. 

“Hope you’re ready to party, bro. It’s gonna be crazy tonight.”

“As long as there’s whiskey, I’m good.”

“I got all the whiskey you can drink. All the beautiful girls you can take.”

Nico wore a smile as he straddled his bike, feeling the engine rumble between his powerful thighs as he started it up. Kali led the formation, pulling off with his brother right behind him. Riding in tight formation, the club made their way towards their clubhouse, located near the ocean in the southern part of the city.

There was nothing like the freedom of being on the back of his hog, wind in his hair and nothing but the open road in front of him. They reached the clubhouse about thirty minutes later and Nico was humbled to see the crowd that waited out front for them. Club members from their brother clubs, their wives, and girlfriends all cheered as the eight club members rolled to a stop just inside the open gates. Nico swung his leg over the bike, a grin on his face as he unbuckled his helmet and sat it on the handle bars. Andrea, his brother’s old lady, was the first to come up and give him a big hug. Andrea was a stunning brunette who had captured his brother’s attention one night in a strip club just outside of Los Angeles. The guys had been out, celebrating their recent return to the states after a successful mission overseas with the Marines. Kali had fought it tooth and nail but fell hard for her. That was four years ago and she’d since given Kali a beautiful son. She carried his little nephew, his namesake Niko, on her hip. 

“It’s so good to have you home, Nico,” she said before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “You look good, kid.”

“Thanks, Drea. How’s my little man?”

The two-year-old eagerly reached out for his uncle and Nico took him in his arms, pressing a kiss to his chubby cheek. Niko was a mini replica of his older brother. Andrea was half Italian/ half black and their toddler was the perfect mix of Kali’s exotic Polynesian and Andrea’s regal African ancestry. He took a moment to inhale the scent of his sweet baby soft innocence. Niko wrapped his little arms around his uncle’s neck, cooing softly to him. 

“I missed you, little man.”

Niko’s bright eyes lit up and he chuckled softly. He had the most expressive little face. Kali approached, wrapping his arm around Andrea’s waist. She snuggled up to the big man, nuzzling his neck. Kali smiled down at his woman before kissing her softly, one hand at her throat. As the president’s old lady, Andrea’s status in the club was higher than any other girlfriend and the brothers respected her in a way they didn’t with the hang-arounds and sweet butts that were only around in the hopes of fucking one of the members. Kali took the little one so that Nico could go and mingle.

He was hugged on by what felt like fifty people before he saw her standing there. Sweet Sofia. 

She looked so out of place amongst all the bikers and sweet butts outside. Kali had a little smile on his face when he noticed the way his little brother reacted when he saw the pretty little college girl. He’d invited her tonight because he thought she might be what his brother needed. Kali knew that she’d maintained contact with Nico while he’d been in prison. He respected that. She didn’t just let the man who essentially took a bullet for her languish in prison alone. Kali slipped his arm around his lady’s shoulders and headed inside to grab a beer.

Sofia Stormborne nibbled her bottom lip as she watched Nico approach her. The night that he’d saved her from a horrible fate still haunted her. She’d hated the outcome. It was unfair that Nico had been punished for saving her. But the law was the law. Most of the time, there was no getting around it. Nico Kealoha moved like a panther stalking its prey, cutting through the crowd of bikers to get to her. She stood, rooted to her spot as he walked up to her. Before he’d been arrested, he’d been clean shaven, save for a neatly trimmed goatee. Now he sported a full beard and she found that it managed to make him even more attractive. He’d also put on weight in the form of solid muscle, filing out the jeans and white tank that he wore. Simply put, the man was walking sex, even more because of the relentless way he’d defended her.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

“Hi Nico,” she said softly, a small smile on her face as she looked up at him.
“C’mere,” he murmured, pulling the small woman into a hug. He dipped his head and whispered in her ear. “It’s ok, Sofia. It’s ok.” He felt her body shiver a little when he said the words she needed to hear to get past this. He knew that she still harbored some guilt over his prison sentence. She wrapped her arms around him and he enjoyed the feel of a woman in his arms after so long without touching one. “I’m glad you’re here. Let’s go have some shots and celebrate.”

Sofia smiled up at him as he slipped an arm around her shoulders and led her inside the clubhouse. Music was blaring and everywhere she looked, people were drinking, dancing, and having fun. Nico guided her over to the bar, greeting several people along the way. Behind the bar, a tall good looking guy who shared the same beautiful tanned skin as Nico smiled warmly. As handsome as he was, she knew that he was probably a member of the Kealoha family somehow.  Manaia ‘Maverick’ Kealoha watched as his cousin approached, a beautiful young woman at his side. He recalled seeing her during the course of his cousin’s trial.

“It’s good to see you, brother. It’s been too long.”

“It’s good to see you too, Manu. This is Sofia.”

“It’s nice to meet you, gorgeous. Shots?”

“Yeah. Bulliet if you have it back there.”

Manu poured three shots of the amber liquid and Sofia took the shot Nico offered her.

“To freedom. And a beautiful woman.”

Nico enjoyed the way Sofia’s brown skin flushed right before she took her shot. The amber liquid burned a path to his belly and he motioned for Manu to give him another. Sofia did another shot with the guys before switching to beer. Nico had a smile on his face as he did his fourth shot, his head bobbing to the music. 

“Dance with me.”

Nico slid an arm around her waist, guiding her out to the makeshift dance floor where everyone was dancing and grooving to the music. He pulled her in close to him, grinding against her to the heavy bass beat that was pumping through the speakers. Sofia grinned as he pulled her against his hard body, feeling the whiskey burning through her veins. She’d be lying if she didn’t admit that she had been counting down the days until his release. Even though he had reiterated several times in his letters that his incarceration wasn’t her fault, she still felt some responsibility. When his older brother had invited her tonight, she’d immediately been a little leery. What if he didn’t want to see her? What if her face reminded him of the months out of his life that he’d lost? Her roommate, Nayara, had convinced her to come tonight. She’d said that if Nico truly didn’t want to see her, he would have made sure that his brother knew not to invite her and he probably wouldn’t have continued to write her back for the last six months. Pressed against his body the way she was, she let all her cares float away, enjoying the way it felt in his powerful arms. 

“Mmm… you feel good, Sofia…”

Nico dropped his head, nuzzling the side of her neck as he held her close. She’d be lying if she didn’t say she wasn’t enjoying this moment. Being in the arms of a strong man was every girl’s fantasy. Sofia shivered when she felt him brush his lips against the pulse beating rapidly at the side of her throat. Just before her eyes fluttered shut, she saw Kali and Andrea dancing near them in the crowd. Sofia bit her bottom lip when Nico pressed a gentle kiss to her neck, groaning softly when he nipped at the soft skin. Nico’s arm tightened around her waist, letting her feel the hard steel length of him against her flat belly. 

“You wanna go up to my room?” he whispered softly in her ear.

Her answer got caught in his throat and she nodded mutely up at him. With a devilish smile on his face, Nico took her hand and guided her through the crowd and up to his room at the clubhouse. He unlocked the door, ushering her inside with a hand on the small of her back. His room at the clubhouse was mostly functional, but it had a few touches that made it a little homey.

 Nico walked over to his record player and began to play one of his favorite old songs. The opening strains of Otis Redding’s ’These Arms of Mine’ filled the room. 

Sofia stood in the center of his room, glancing around. A decent sized bed was in the middle of the room, leaving no doubt as to what he brought her here for. She knew and he knew. She watched as he walked over, tugging the window open to let some of the fresh ocean air in. Nico turned, a serious look on his face as he walked over to her.

“C’mere, Sofia…”

She let him pull her close, wrapping her in those strong arms of his.
“Your letters kept me sane in there. Even caged like an animal, I knew I had a letter coming for me on Fridays. I looked forward to hearing from you.”

Sofia smiled, swaying with him to the soft music that filled his room.

“I looked forward to your letters too, Nico. It was nice to get to know the man who saved my life.” 

He smoothed his big hands up and down her back, a smile on his face as he looked down at her. 

“I’m just a Marine.”

“You’re so much more than that. The things you’ve been through and done… You’re an amazing man, Nico. I wish we had met under different circumstances, but I’m really glad that I met you.”

“The feeling is mutual, Sofia.”

She loved the sound of her name on his lips. It seemed to sound even prettier in his slow Southern drawl. He stroked the side of her face with a gentle finger before tilting her face up to look at him. His dark eyes bored into her face, searching for permission.

“Can I kiss you, darlin’?”


Nico held her still for his all-consuming kiss, the big hands that were capable of so much violence, cradling her face tenderly. His groan was ragged as he dipped his tongue inside her mouth, loving the lingering taste of the whiskey on her lips. Sofia wrapped her arms around his waist, her body sagging slightly against his powerful body as he kissed her in a way that she’d never been kissed before. Nico trailed kisses from her mouth down to the slim column of her throat, hungry for more. Sofia mewled softly when one big hand came up and cupped her breast through the thin white shirt she was wearing, his thumb brushing against her hardened nipple. Nico slid both hands down to her round ass, a smile on his face as he lifted her up, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist as he pressed her against the wall near his bed. He tugged her shirt over her head with one hand, tossing it on the floor. The sight of her full breasts encased in white lace made his heavy cock throb behind the denim of his jeans. 

“You wanna do this, baby? Don’t say yes cause you think you owe me somethin’. If we do this, it’s because you want me.”

“I want you, Nico.” Her lust clouded eyes met his.



He dipped his head, teasing her by sucking at her hard nipple through the thin lace of her bra. 

“Mmm… you feel so good… You smell so fucking good, baby,” he murmured hungrily, nuzzling her throat before pressing open-mouthed kisses to the tender skin.

“Touch me. Please.”

“I’m gonna do a lot more than touch you, Sofia.”

The heat from between her thighs beckoned him and he ground his aching erection against her. Sofia moaned, her head falling back against the wall as Nico made her feel so good. Her hands smoothed down the wide expanse of his back as his mouth trailed kissed down her cleavage. With one hand, he reached around and unhooked the back closure on her bra, tugging the flimsy fabric down her arms. He tossed it to the ground behind them, eagerly locking his lips on her hard nipple. Sofia tangled her hands in his long hair, moaning as he tasted her body. The muscles in his arms bunched and flexed as he lifted her away from the wall, carrying her over to his bed. He laid her down on the soft sheets, letting his eyes drink in her half naked body.

“Who would have ever thought I’d have a woman like you in my bed?”

Sofia felt the heat in her cheeks, all the way down to the tops of her breasts. Nico looked at her like a starved man who hadn’t had a meal in months. She was that meal. Sofia knew that she was going to be in for it tonight. Nico pulled his white shirt over his head, tossing it behind him with a flick of his wrist. His tanned brown skin was covered in tattoos. There was a beautifully intricate Polynesian tattoo that covered his whole right pec and arm, ending at his wrist. At the side of his ribs, just beneath that tattoo were the words 'Semper Fidelis’ in beautiful script. On his left forearm, his club brand was inked proudly. The tattoos were beautiful and so was the canvas. Nico’s body was pure muscle. The man stood at 6'5” and had to be a solid 275. He was a fucking beast. Sofia nibbled her bottom lip, watching his hands as they went to the zipper on his jeans. Nico’s dark eyes narrowed when he noticed the slightly apprehensive look on Sofia’s face.

“You scared of me, baby?” he asked softly.

Sofia silently shook her head. Nico crawled over her body, tenderly nuzzling her neck. He pressed a kiss to the rapidly beating pulse he could see there. 

“You’re shaking, Sofia. I know I’m a big man… We ain’t gotta do this, princess.”

“I’m not scared of you, Nico. I just…”

“Just what?”

“I’ve never been with a man like you before. Just stupid college boys…”

“I’m not gonna hurt you. As much as I want you, and trust me, I’m hard enough to pound nails right now, but I’m gonna make it good for you.”

Sofia blushed brightly when he pulled back enough to see her face. 

“If I do anything you don’t like, anything you’re uncomfortable with, you tell me and it stops right away. Ok, princess?”

“Ok,” she said, smiling up at him.

“Tell me what you like, Sofia. What gets you off?”

Nico sucked her hard nipple into his mouth again, a smile on his face when he saw the way she blushed at his question. He fucking loved that shit. His eyes flicked to her face, watching her watching him. He let her nipple go with a pop.
“You want it slow and easy? You want me to bend you over the side of the bed and fuck you hard? Tell me.”

“I want all of that,” she said breathlessly, rocking her hips up against him.

“Mmmm…. got a little wildcat on my hands.”

Nico reared back, his hands deftly unzipping her jean shorts and tugging them down her long legs. He took a brief moment to admire her tiny pink thong before taking that off too, dropping the wet fabric on the hardwood floor. 

“Fuck, you’ve got a great body, baby,” he muttered, licking his lips as he took in her full breasts and long legs. “Right now, I want you to wrap these long legs of yours around me and let me make you feel good…”

He crawled between her spread legs, sliding his hands around her waist and pulling her towards his mouth. Sofia jumped slightly and moaned when she felt the wet lash of his tongue against her hip bone. Her clit throbbed and she couldn’t take much more of his teasing. Sofia’s fingers slid into his hair, which felt like silk against her inner thighs. 

“Please,” she begged softly.

One thick finger gently pressed inside of her her, making her back arch up off of the bed. One big hand came up to keep her in place as his mouth finally found her clit. Sofia moaned loudly, feeling a fresh gush of moisture leave her as he expertly sucked and licked at her swollen clit. She’d never felt her orgasm approach this fast before. Within a few moments, she felt her legs beginning to shake. Nico’s dark eyes flicked to her face, watching like a wolf as he devoured her sweet little pussy. Her fingers tightened in his hair and he growled against her. She cried out his name as her orgasm washed over her. The warm flat pad of his tongue continued to gently lap at her, tasting her sweet juices. 

“Fuck… you taste so damn good.”

Nico shoved his jeans down with one hand. Sofia’s curiosity had her looking to see what was between those powerful thighs of his and he did not disappoint. Just like the rest of him, his cock was long, incredibly thick and utterly mouthwatering. The head throbbed and leaked pre-cum and she couldn’t wait to have him inside her. Nico reached down with one big hand and stoked himself, a cocky smirk on his face when he saw the look of awe on her pretty face.

“Later on, I wanna feel that pretty mouth, but for right now, I want this perfect little pussy wrapped around me… Think you can handle it?“
 “I’m damn sure going to try.”

Nico reached over to his nightstand, coming back with a small gold foil packet. In a move that surprised him a little, Sofia shyly reached up and took the rubber from him, gently rolling it down his thick cock. It felt heavy in her hand and she gave it an experimental stroke, wondering how the fuck she was going to fit it inside of her. He reached back over to his nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lube for her.

“This will make it easier for you, baby.”

She gasped and moaned when she felt this thick finger circling her clit, checking to make sure that she was ready to take him and rubbing the lube against her tight little opening. 

“You’re dripping, Sof… You ready for me?”

She nodded, slipping her arms around his neck as he hooked her left thigh over his right forearm and he rubbed the wide head of his cock against her slick entrance. It had been forever since she’d last had sex and even longer since she’d had good sex. Sofia placed one hand on his thigh, biting her lip as she felt him flex into her a little. Nico slowly began to push inside of her, growling when he felt how tight she was around him. He watched her face carefully, wanting to make sure he wasn’t hurting her. As horny and eager as he was, he wanted to make sure it was good for her too. 

“You ok, baby?”

Sofia nodded, moaning as he withdrew a little and pushed in deeper. Nico was bigger than anything that had ever been inside of her and she rocked her hips, trying to adjust to the massive intruder. Nico reached between them, capturing her clit between his fingers and rubbing softly. Her wetness lubricated his shaft and he was able to push completely inside of her, drawing loud groans from them both. Nico pulled back a little, needing to see her face.

“You feel incredible, baby. So tight..,” he groaned as he began a slow, yet hard rhythm. He would pull out slow and thrust back in hard and deep, giving her every inch of him. 

Sofia wrapped herself around his powerful body, giving herself up to the pleasure. Nico nuzzled her throat, inhaling her womanly fragrance. He braced himself above her, one hand reaching up to grip the headboard as he took her. Being between her thighs was absolute heaven on earth after the hell he’d been through. Being with a woman after so long made him feel like a teenage boy and he fought to not come quickly. He ducked his head, sucking her hard little nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue across the sensitive bud. Sofia mewled and groaned, her small hands finding their way into his long hair. She rocked her hips against his thrusts, finding out what felt good. His big cock filled her to the brim and on each downstroke, he touched something inside of her pussy that created an amazingly pleasurable sensation. Her eyes flicked back and forth between his fiercely handsome face and his body, watching the way his muscles bunched and flexed as he took her.  Nico dipped his head, kissing her passionately as he rocked his hips. His name left her lips on a breathy moan and it was his new favorite sound. 

“Please, Nico… Please.”

“You wanna come, baby?”

“I need it.”

He began to thrust harder and faster, the hand hooked on the headboard lending a deep rooted leverage to this thrusts. Her pretty little pussy was taking every inch of him and it felt incredible. Sofia screamed as her body flew apart, shattering into a million pieces. Nico let out a deep groan, his body shaking as he came hard, filling the condom to the brim. Even through the condom, Sofia could feel the heat of his come as she watched him shudder above her. Sensing that he needed the connection, she wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him close when he let go of the headboard and buried his face against her throat. 


He pulled back a little to get a look at her face and the intensity in his dark eyes shocked her a little.

“You ok, princess?”

She nodded, one hand coming up to stroke his cheek before tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. 

“What you just gave me…”


He shook his head, his eyes on her face.

“Not just the sex. The connection. I needed that human connection more than you know, Sofia. That time had me feeling like an animal. You made me feel like a man again.”

Nico kissed her softly, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. He gently pulled out of her and threw his legs over the side of the bed before getting up and heading into the bathroom to get rid of the condom. Sofia watched him go before sitting up, clutching the sheet to her breasts. Now that it was over, she wondered if he wanted her to go. She scooted towards the edge of the bed.

“Where are you going, princess?”

“Don’t you want me to go?”

“Hell no. I want you to keep your pretty little ass right where you are.”

Nico walked across the room, dick swinging, completely comfortable in his nudity. He climbed back into bed, pulling her naked body against his.

“You don’t need to sneak outta here like some dirty little secret. Stay. Get some rest. In the morning, I’ll take you to my favorite breakfast spot.“ 

Sofia smiled, nuzzling his neck as they lay together. Nico smoothed one big hand down her hip, feeling completely content. Nico glanced down at her, grinning when he caught her staring up at him. He stroked her soft cheek before gently pressing his lips to hers. The party was still going on downstairs and probably would be in full swing until four or five in the morning. But he was right where he wanted to be.

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i wanna be yours (daddy issues ch. 5)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

the pack goes clubbing. erica finds naomi in bed with isaac. someone sees something they’re not supposed to see. 

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Stefan Imagine

*Hope you don’t mind me putting these two together x*

@kaitlynw011 - Could you do a Stefan Salvatore imagine with #1 Dance with me where you’ve been best friends forever and he’s in love with you. There ends up being a masquerade party and he confesses his feeling to you without you knowing it and then later you see his mask at his house and confess you share the feeling. Please

#1 “Dance With me”

@btsxexogirl  Hi! Can you do #21 where Stefan is in love with the reader? 

#21 “You’ve never felt pain until you’ve felt love” 

(Warning: It’s very long!)

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A Father’s Love

Originally posted by coporolight

Request:  Can I request a Bucky x younger reader that he kinda took under his wing like a daughter. He comes home from a long mission to expect his daughter asleep but the house is quiet and there is broken glass and blood everywhere. The TV is still playing the movie marathon she was watching. It’s late at night but the avengers are all trying to find her and after a week they find her in a HYDRA base. It’s obvious she was tortured and she was enhanced with the serum and powers. Angst to the max! 😘😍

Pairing: Bucky x Daughter!reader

Summary: You were the only real good constant thing in Bucky’s life, and now they have sripped you from him too. He will move heaven and earth to bring you back to him.

Word Count: 2,567

Genre:  A N G S T

Notes: this anon is speaking my language! I love a good angsty cry fic. This is really angsty and involves torture and overall sadness, if your not a fan of that, don’t read the fic.

Bucky couldn’t wait to get home. This was his first mission in years and all he wanted to do was to go home and hug his daughter. All of the violence he saw made him anxious to see you again, to hold you in his arms and keep you safe from the rest of the world like the protective father he was.

Bucky wasn’t technically your father, he found you when you were very little on the streets of Bucharest. You were just a small toddler crying in an alleyway when he found you. He found your parents not too far from you, dead. Your family was homeless and your parents had succumbed to the winter chill, leaving you behind. Bucky knew the police wouldn’t do anything to help you, so he took you under his wing and in exchange you changed his life. He never knew he could love someone so much until he had you. You were innocent and sweet, even now that you were 16. Bucky had raised you to be a good child, you were quiet and mild, never having a bad word for anyone. You were a bit naivete, which was also Bucky’s fault. He never wanted you to know the ugliness of the world, you were his little girl, he would do anything in his power to keep the world from crushing that gleam of pure innocence in your eyes. Bucky never told you about his past with Hydra for that reason, you knew he was a super soldier like her uncle Steve but you didn’t need to know about the decades of pure carnage that were woven into his past.  

All he could think of on the jet flying back to New York was you. Bucky hadn’t gone on a mission since you were in middle school, he wanted a chance just to be a regular father. He wanted to go to all of the sports games, the recitals, all of it and he didn’t want SHIELD to make him miss those moments. He pulled himself from being an active agent, now he was only used for specialty missions. When he got called onto a mission this time, both of you didn’t really know how to react. It had been so long since his last mission, he didn’t really know how to say goodbye. When it came time for him to go, you gave him a big hug goodbye and he left you alone in your home. You were 16 and he would only be gone for three days at the most so he knew you could take care of yourself, but he couldn’t help but be slightly worried, you hadn’t sent him a text tonight yet. You were probably doing schoolwork or watching movies, you hated checking your phone while watching a movie, that was probably it.

As soon as the jet lands, Bucky is off of it and stripping of his gear. He shoots a quick goodbye to Steve and the rest of the team before hailing a cab and heading home. When he arrives, he sees the familiar glow of the TV flashing out the windows and he lets out a sigh of relief, you were just watching a movie. He grabs his back and opens up the front door. It was unlocked, which wasn’t completely abnormal, you often forgot to lock up. He drops his bag and calls out for you. He didn’t get an answer but it was 2 in the morning, you were probably asleep. He walks into the living room and his blood runs cold.

The room was in ruins. The couch was cut and torn open, the coffee table was smashed and the glass on the TV had been shattered. The Couch was stained with blood and the TV held a scrap of your hair.The far wall of the room had the word Longing written in dried blood. You were nowhere to be seen and Bucky lets out a small distressed yell before running through the house hoping, praying that he would find you. That that wasn’t your blood, that you were just hiding, that you were safe from whatever madness plagued the living room. Bucky looked everywhere, he had turn the entire house upside down but you were nowhere to be found. You were gone.

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The Light (NSFW)

Heya! This is a project I’ve been trying to do for a while, a Seven fic with a plot agent where MC is related to a target. I thought it would be cool trying to write Seven a little darker, since he gives the vibe when talking about his missions. I’ll probably post just the fisrt chapter here and keep it on exclusively on AO3 if I decide to keep it on, I just really wanted to take this idea off my head because it was buzzing me so much for so long LOL. Hope you guys like it! Let me know if you want me to continue :p

TRIGGER WARNING: Violence, guns. Also, if you’re catholic, this chapter is a big blasphemy, so beware of that

The smell of the smoking machine made him a little dizzy and he coughed, looking around. Seven ran his fingers through his hair as he walked to the bar.

“What will it be, bro?”

“Just Dr. Pepper, pal.”

“You got it.” The man in the bar stopped cleaning the counter and placed the cloth over his shoulder, going to the back of the bar.

The beverage was tepid. Meh… it would still do. He was glad the guy didn’t looked at him weirdly for not asking something alcoholic, like it always happened when he went on issions in nightclubs and parties.

Or strip clubs. Like this one.

“It’s a full house tonight.” Seven stated, trying to make the man talk about what he could know.

“Yep, business were a little slow ever since Baldie died, may God rest his soul.” Seven nods. Yes… talk more about Baldie, fella.

“Ah yeah… tragic death. Did they find something?”

“Nope. Just what’s on the news.”

The news were saying Baldie committed suicide, it wasn’t true, he was murdered. The news were also saying he was alone for most of the day and killed himself in the afternoon, also a lie, he was murdered before noon, and he wasn’t alone, there was a woman with him.

A woman who worked at this strip club.

“Did you know Baldie?” the guy asked him.

“Everybody did.” Seven took a sip of the tepid soda.

“I guess… Never saw you around, fella. What’s your business here?”

“No business. Just love.” Ugh… tacky! But maybe embarrassing enough to make the guy stop asking questions.

“Don’t tell me you’re in love with one of these whores.” He cackles in a sordid way. “Don’t tell me it’s Naomi, that bitch.”

“Naomi is not a bitch” He had no idea who was Naomi, he just needed a cover up. Bringing her name up could be trouble if the guy was already suspecting him.

“Tell me more after she dumps you for not having an expensive car. Fucking bitch!”

He couldn’t care less about Naomi, the one he was looking for was…

“The moment you were all waiting for, gentleman! She decided to answer your prays, so get on your knees and praise hallelujah. I give youuuu… Kittyyyy!” the man in the DJ booth beamed in an attempt of making a sexy voice.

The only lights on were the ones in the stage, a mix of green and pink reflexes shone and a figure in black walked to the center of stage. A sacred song was playing as the figure kept her head low, the palms of their hands against each other, pointing to the ceiling, as she was… praying.

The figure solemnly got on their knees, when they were on the floor. The sacred music was replaced by a guitar riff.

“Rock’n Roll Jesus!”

The figure raised her head, taking the veil and the cowl off in a swift movement, revealing her hair, face and neck.

Jesus, what a blasphemy!

The “nun” got up, swaying her hips and turning on her back to the audience. When the singer reached a high note, she took off the habit. The song was barely audible due to the whistles and screams the men were letting out, some of them heaping around the stage and balling their hands in fists as they held money bills, which the girl quickly turned to take from their hands.

Her lingerie was black like the habit she was wearing before. Seven felt a mixture of horror and arousal as she got on all fours before all those men and brought the wooden cross in her necklace to her mouth, sucking it in provocative way.

He could almost swear she was looking at him among all that thirsty and insane audience. No… it was probably just his imagination as she switched on her back again, unclasping the bra and taking it off, kicking it to the side as she went to the pole.

He was shocked and hypnotized at the way she moved, controlling all those men with the rocking of her hips and a soft and sensual smirk, looking at all of them and none of them at the same time.

She was hanging upside down  when their eyes locked. Seven was stepping next to the stage already. Enthralled, mortified, scared and fascinated. She curled up her body in the pole, coming down slowly. Her knees met the floor and she crawled towards him, the way the muscles in her back moved reminded him of the way cats walk. Her name was Kitty, after all.

She was close now, he could see the features in her young and delicate face contrasting with the lingerie and lewd movements of her body. She was really beautiful, her skin looked so smooth even all sweaty like now.

He thought she was going to kiss him by the way she motioned, but all she did was taking the bill from his hand, winking at him as she moved to the guy next to him, whose hair she messed before getting up and unbuckling her stockings to take the panties off more easily.

“Light me up.” The man commands, ignoring your attempt of covering yourself with a sturdy robe. Rolling your eyes, you grab the lighter and bring the flame to his cigarette. “You’re going to hell for that performance, bitch.”

“I just came back from hell.” He scoffs “What do you want?”

“Client. Lap dance.”

“Now? Ugh… “ you growl in frustration, shoving yourself away from the wall. “Who is it? Don’t tell me it’s one of Snap’s henchmen again.”

“No, I’ve never seen him around. Young, ginger, glasses, a little weird.”

“Hum… I think I saw him when I was out there. He looks like one of those T.I. rich nerds…”

“Good. They have dough and are desperate for pussy. Give him a good boner and let him grope at you a little.”

“I don’t go out there and tell you how to pour drinks. Don’t tell me how to do my job, Ice.” You take the robe off and throw at him, walking down the hallway that leads to the private booths.

“Uhh, Kitty is hissing again! Someone is forgetting she’s not that untouchable anymore now that Baldie is dead.”

“And someone is forgetting Baldie may be dead, but his associates are still around, so don’t play with me, Ice. I could really wake up one day not giving a shit and going to the cops to tell everything I know.”

“Then you would be dead, bitch.”

“I don’t see how that’s a bad thing, so… don’t fuck with me, I really don’t care now that Baldie was murdered.”

“He killed himself, bitch. You know that!”

You slam the door behind you. Why does everybody assume you know everything now? Nobody ever thought that before, you were just Baldie’s sweetheart, just the whore, just… Kitty. Now everybody looks at you as you’re a ticking bomb after what you saw and heard, it’s not fear, but nobody wants to be around you. It’s not compassion, but everybody looks at you with pity. It’s not even lust, because you know big part of those guys whistling and howling at you would panic if they ever had a real chance to touch you.

The ginger nerd waiting for you in the private booth is not any different.

“Hi, sexy!  My name is Kitty, I purr a lot, but be careful, I might have claws.” You giggle in the most stupid way you can. “So just relax and enjoy the show, honey.”

“I am relaxed. What about you, Kitty?”

“Oh, how can I relax with such a cutie looking at me like that? I can’t wait to dance for you.” You lean towards him,  placing your hands on his legs. He looks at them before his gaze meets yours.

“Or… you could do something else for me…” he brushes his fingers against your forearms. “Like telling me more about Baldie.”

“Who’s Baldie?”

“Oh, you don’t know? The thug that shot himself, but… how could you not know? You were the last person to see him alive.”

“Alright, cut the crap, dude! Did Snap sent you?”

“Oh… I have nothing to do with any of these criminals, honey.”

“So you’re a cop?” you scoff. “We don’t like cops sniffing around.”

“Oh, so no reason for you not to like me, I’m not a cop. Tell me what you know while I’m still being nice, Kitty.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It is. You see, I don’t know who you know in the police that is hiding information on this case, but Baldie didn’t kill himself.”

“How… do you…?” you adjust your position, getting away from him in shock.

“I know a lot more than you think. For example, you were with him that day, he called you to come to his place, he wouldn’t give too many details since the phone was bugged, and you went like the good obedient kitten you are. My guess is that he knew he was going to get murdered and, trying to protect some information, he gave it to you so you would hide. So… I’m going to ask you just once, where is the flash drive he gave you?”

“What the fuck are you talking about? And w-who are you?”

“You didn’t answer, and I really don’t want to ask twice, miss. Tell me where it is and I won’t leak to the press your name and identity. What do you think it will happen when they find you’re the last person who saw him alive?”

“I didn’t kill him!”

“I know you didn’t. But do you think they would care? A hot murderer like you sells news like water. So…”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! A… flash drive? No, Baldie didn’t give me anything, he… who are you and how do you know all that? If you don’t answer me, I’ll scream so hard Ice will come here to shoot your brains out!”

“You’re making such a fuss when you could just hand me what I want and I would be out of your way. I really don’t want to fight, miss.”

“And I don’t believe you!” he widens his eyes a little when you pull out a small razor from your thigh highs. “Tell me who you work for!”

“This is really not necessary, lady. We’re on the same side, I know you want to find who killed him, and we can if you give me the flash drive. I want to help you, let me…” he puts his hands in the air, slowly getting up from his chair. You walk backwards, still pointing the razor to him.


“I know you care for him, do you think he would like to see you walking armed like this? He trusted in you because he knew you would get revenge, and you can if you just give me what I want. My name is Luciel.”

“Luciel…? God’s… light?”

“Oh! You’re religious! Yes! God’s light! It was the name of an angel, consider me an angel who’s here to help, Kit… MC.”

“How do you know my real name?” you tremble a little, and before he can answer, the private booth’s door gets furiously flung open.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, dude! They are just to look and… what the fuck is happening here?” the guy asks angrily, looking at you, then at the razor, then at the ginger guy.

You look back at him in shock. And before you can answer, you just feel a quick movement, the razor is not in your hands anymore, it’s pointed to your neck by the weird guy in glasses.

“What the fuck…?” the guys pulls out a gun, and you feel like backing away, but doing that would only bring you close to the guy threatening to cut you.

“I don’t think it’s wise to shoot if you can hit her, pal.”

“I knew there was something fishy with you from the moment I saw you.”

“Yep.  You should have done something before I found Baldie’s little treasure.”

“Treasure?” the guy scoffs. “She’s just a whore, dude!”

“Not as long as she has the flash drive…” Ice lowers his gun for a few seconds. “So I’m telling you how this is going to work, I’m walking away with her now and you will open the backdoor silently. Nobody will follow us, or I cut her throat and the secret dies with her. You heard me?”

“Ice…?” you look at him, waiting for him to just shoot this bastard and finishing this, but you’re as disappointed as him when he lowers the gun and make a way for you two to pass.

Seven’s heart beats like crazy. He’s grinding against a semi-naked girl as he threatens to cut her throat while they walk out of a strip club. The mission was simple, he just needed to grab the flash drive from some dumb floozy , he didn’t even need a disguise, now he’s running from a dangerous criminal who saw his face clearly. How and when did everything go so out of control?

It was all this bitch’s fault!

“He’s holding her hostage.” He heard the guy from the bar yelling.

“Leave him, he can’t go that far.” Then he heard a second voice, much deeper and calmer than the first. It was a female voice.

The lady was wrong, Seven could go very far with one of his babies. And the man was right, he was holding you hostage.

And that was the worst idea he could had ever came up with.

Ch. 2  

This Means War

I posted this like a day or two ago, but something glitchy was going on with the tags, and shit wasn’t adding up so…sorry if you seeing this again lol

This is kinda nsfw/nsfr so…Be warned.

For Sasuke, the past couple days had been his most uncomfortable. The warmth around his neck and ear area just never seemed to dissipate, and his body just felt plagued with heat in general. It’s not like he was sweating either; his body just felt like some pent-up, jammed engine ridden with tension and no way to release it.

“Damn, even the store is freezing,” Kiba perched as they entered. Sasuke squinted at him curiously, then his face continued to contort when the others agreed before his features slowly relaxed in realization.


So it was just him.

He looks around at the group cautiously before slowly unzipping his sweater trying not to draw attention to himself.

“Supermarkets are the worst during this time of year,” Shikamaru remarked holding his jacket closer to his body.

Tenten rummages in her bag taking out a piece of paper.“Well, we made a list so we can be in and out if we all pay attention and pitch in,” 

Naruto huffs. “Then why’d we bring the laziest guy we know?” 

“Because he’s also the smartest, and we could use the balance-”

Naruto proceeded to question what she meant by that, but Sasuke’s thoughts had drifted away by then. They became concerned with the state of his body again-ridden with this unnecessary heat. He became even more miserable at his inability to find a solution to this problem considering where he was not at the moment:


Why was he here again? 

Certainly not for that boisterous, yet respectable, but still boisterous loud mouth Lee. It was 9:30 am on a Saturday, and he wasn’t in bed, but he was carrying out errands for his surprise birthday party. While he wouldn’t say his pride had completely healed from all those years ago when the kid handed his ass to him in middle school, the two were friendly, but he, nor even Naruto was worth enduring this torture.

So why then, he questioned himself as he sighed into a slouch crossing his arms, had he dragged himself out to grovel in his psychological oven?

“Oh, You guys finally made it.” Tenten spoke.

Obsidian captured lavender, albeit only a moment, and Sasuke inhaled trying to disguise the heat that was now burning with extreme fervor and rampaging his mind. He watched blue-black hair fall sparingly from behind her ear to the forefront of her modestly covered shoulder as she approached them.

“Yeah, we got most of the presents from the list.” She said, lips moist, he noted. 

Squinting to himself in deep thought, nodded.

Of course, it was she that compelled him to be here. The witch, no less. 

Ino began,“We would’ve been here sooner, but we shoulda planned ahead for picking up those nunchuks-”

And he’d spaced out again. He watched her, waiting. Waiting to acknowledge his presence. She observed the conversation, participated in it, made the facade look real. 

Hinata Hyuga. Sasuke Uchiha. Two separate entities, who never speak to each other unless the situation calls for it, who acknowledge each other if only for manners, who have nothing in common but their friends-

Had been one, just last night. 

As well as the night before that one too.

“Alright guys, lets just get the supplies we need and be on our way.” Tenten said, but whatever came next fell deaf on Sasuke’s ears.  

He was a patient guy, or tried to be, anyway. They weren’t dating by any means so was he worried that she acted completely ordinary towards him for the most part despite fucking the shit out him?  


But would he prefer her to initiate some sort of greeting considering she initiated…that? 

It’s only right, is it not? 

In lieu of a greeting, she nodded at him with a half smile on her lips. It was the complete mirror of what she would always do even before their recent rendezvous. Not a crack in that wicked mask of hers.  

Sasuke gave a barely audible grunt in response, not looking her way, but alas his attempt to feign aloofness at her presence seemed to be going awry as something seemed oddly familiar about her today, and beyond simply knowing each angle of her body’s curves…he looked her up and down as she walked away observing her usual modest attire-she had on joggers, and a sweatshirt, clothes that were surely too big for her. He wanted to scoff, the woman was a true witch. She hadn’t put even a spec of clothing on the entire time she was at- 

His breath hitched recognition greeting him like a pile of bricks. 

Those were his fucking clothes. 

Sasuke rubbed his neck that had been showered in hot breath and heated lustful kisses, it was stinging like black top on a summer’s day. He wanted to be angry or annoyed at least. He wanted that to be his reaction so badly; it would at least then affirm that he wasn’t totally hooked. 

But watching her shift her weight from pronounced hip to the other in his pants, and seeing how nice his hoodie suddenly looked on her, the discomfort in his pants just had to disagree. 

“I found the wrapping paper.” Hinata announced. The girls examined the tall cylindrical tubes of paper, and compared the choices, well excluding Hinata, not exactly being known for decisiveness-only on the surface that is. Yet, to Sasuke’s interest, her hand still clutched the tube. Skeptical, Sasuke’s head lifted. 

He just barely catches the glance she sent his way, and his eyes narrow at the deceitful woman. He studies her from his peripheral, and immediately wishes he hadn’t. Her hand slid down once, and right back up…then down again, and up-he couldn’t be imagining this. Not at all. Then she did it again until Sasuke became convinced she was no witch, but a demoness. 

His focus evaded him and some flame engulfed him remembering those same fingers shifting along his own shaft, teasing, daring. He also remembered the how she looked up at him, subtly mischievous and all desire, before she took him up in her mouth, tongue doing just the right things at the right places-swirling along the tip, releasing with him with a pop at the head just before his release.  

Sasuke seethed at himself-he was completely losing his cool. He was so entranced by her sensuality-he’d take her right now if he could.
The group round the corner with Sasuke loosely following behind, but she doesn’t even chance a look in his direction, and opted for an innocent conversation with an unsuspecting and ignorant Kiba. 

Sasuke scoffed at her efforts. How wasn’t it obvious they were having sex? 

She’s got everyone fooled with her potent magic from her quiet mannerisms, politeness, to her ability to make people forget about her without her trying. He rolled his eyes at her false antics. She truly had everyone fooled, but not he.  

He knew the truth.  

From the way she would no doubt be at his place first thing tonight, demanding not even asking for him just because she knew like hell he’d ever deny her. From the way she’d grind her hips into him making him eager to strip, from the way she’d somehow, mysteriously, be on top, taking power away from him without his being aware, from the way she’d tease him, provoke him,challenge him-he knew just who he was dealing with.  

Unlike these suckers, he snidely thought. 

But then publicly to see her act so apathetic toward him…He felt…disrespected, seeing her so calm and normal and aloof toward him despite their recent involvement. The Uchiha huffed. For her to so blatantly test him, Sasuke was close to trying something equally if not more provocative as a rebuttal. As if he didn’t have her pressed up against the wall, bodies so close their breaths were one, but still yearning for more-her legs skillfully wrapping around his waist pulling him in, groin hardening in the meanwhile, like he didn’t make dirty little promises and keep them. He caught himself before licking his lips keeping his face placid. He wanted to see her writhing from in between her legs again, face, in her heat; her back arched, hands tangled in his hair, legs enveloping his back, walls soaked and swollen with juices, pleading, begging… if only to remind her. 

“Fuck,” He couldn’t keep his groan to himself, and his head meets the cereal box shelves. 

“Huh? You good, Uchiha? Need anything?” The Inuzuka was looking at him with a risen brow, amused look on his face. Sasuke looks at him, but very much takes in as much of Hinata as he can from his peripheral vision. 

Sasuke uncrosses his arms, face stoic. “Very,” The Inuzuka boy is nice, but he’s a little too dull to catch on Sasuke thinks as he stared directly at her. “I think I got everything I need just last night.” 

He paced away from them enjoying the slow transition from calm to mortified to determined dance across her features. He smirked. 

Friends with benefits? As if. 

This was war. 

His five seconds of glory had been just that. They ended up in a separate aisle as the group dispersed looking for different things, it was just the two of them…how she managed to do that, apart from hypnotize him with the suggestive sway of the hips and sultry eye glance, he couldn’t say for sure, all apart of the demoness prowess he concluded. 

Even alone, the two stood a plentiful feet apart on opposite sides of the aisle looking the other up and down with suspicion-well, mainly Sasuke did anyway. Hinata stood idly looking at the shelves of markers and pens like she hadn’t cast her final spell on him to lead him here. Like she was some innocent customer. 

“Uchiha-san.” She greeted finally. 

“Hyuga.” He had a mind to say nothing, but stare. 

She softly looked to him, opal eyes looking genuinely concerned. “You look like you have a lot on your mind.” Look at her, not even stuttering. 

He shook his head. “No.” 

The corners of her lips upturn. “Are you sure?” 

His face was stoic as he spoke. “You fucked my brains out last night. I can assure you it’s autopilot from the head down.” He explained, it was half the truth-she damn sure did fuck him to the sun and back, but he was a mess ready to ask for more. 

“All the way down?”

There it is. 

Sasuke felt his own lips twitch, and sat back against an empty shelf securing its sturdiness. “I don’t know how I feel about a foot fetish, but we can see where-” 

She advanced to him, standing parallel his sitting stature occupying her attention with the shelves behind him, ass just beside his face. 

She reorganized things. “Is clarification,” she lifted a knee causing Sasuke to raise a brow until she placed it right between his legs slowly moving toward his pulsating heat. “really needed?” 

He matched her gaze, looking up. “Someone might see.” He watched the reflection of mirror in the corner looking out-he didn’t care, but he knew she did.

She answered putting her leg on him, beckoning his manhood to action. He looked up at her with a less than humble look as he grabbed her leg pulled her closer, his own hand snaking its way up the valley betwixt her legs. She shuddered over him, and her elbows support her on the shelf above Sasuke as her head bowed. 


“Sasuke.” He corrected circling her hair behind her ear, and holding her cheek in his hand. “I want you to call me that right now. They’re not around.” She nodded headily as his fingers ventured for her waistline. He planted kisses on her face, everywhere but her lips dodging her purposely. It was only pay back for last night. After using her mouth, she’d finally straddled him laying him back with her hands, and grabbing hold of him while steadying herself with the help of his strong bare chest-he should have known from the way she smirked above him-she began grinding her wet lips against his shaft, earning herself a whine, but Sasuke could have came right then and there if he had been less careful. It wasn’t until she earned a reaction, his painful moan, that she sunk down unto him, stretching and filling herself with him. 

Hinata let out a small fit out chuckles, and Sasuke sighed contentedly admiring the view of red-dusted cheeks, and pearl white teeth. 

“So even if Naruto sees, you don’t care.” He looked to her. 

She pursed her lips, and looking elsewhere, Sasuke expected as much. “I wouldn’t want him to,” She fiddled with the ends of her hair. 

“Why.” Did he really have to ask? Why did he care? 

“He’s one of my best friends. It was a long time ago, but we-” 

Sasuke put a hand up at her. “Correction: My best friend. He’s mybest friend.” Sasuke stated, and set his hand down signaling for her to proceed. Petty move, he knew, but he didn’t want her in a position that so blatantly put her in the middle. 

Hinata looked at him absurdly. The man was an outright enigma, jealous of Naruto and possessive of him in the same beat.

She held back a laugh, nodding with a humorous grin. “Well, not that it meant much back then, but I don’t want him to think I’m doing anything out of spite.” 

Sasuke blinked at her slowly. That thought hadn’t crossed his mind at all. “Aren’t you?” He asked, more curious than he’d like to admit.  

Hinata gripped the end of her (his) hoodie. “He’d know already if I were being spiteful, n-not that I would, but…” He saw a break in the sorceress’ mask-she was blushing again. “so would you.” 

Sasuke’s head cocks up smirking unabashedly eyes glinting with some result of liking her answer.

“So you really do just…want me?” 

HInata’s face reddened, but he saw resolve in her eyes. She bit her lip holding back a smile. “That’s some ego. You talk too much, Uchiha-san.” 

His head leaned back. “You scream too loud, Hyuga.” She exhaled rolling her eyes, and he took the opportunity to grab her waist again and bring her in to him.  

She huffed at him looking to the side. She placed her hands on his shoulders.

“You’ll have me faster if you beg.” Her eyes were gleaming; she knew just enchanted he was with her potent magic, and so did he. Though even if he could, he’d probably never try to break free of it.

His head cocks to one side before his eyes lift to give her a lopsided smirk.“You look good in my clothes.” He says toying with the hems, and waistlines to freak her out. She squeezed his hand. 

She pulled away, and sat up her demeanor returning to that of her true form. Her head tilted with a half smile. “That’s flattery, and not to mention,” She responded before backing away. “Who said they were yours?” 

His trance shattered around him, and his line of sight narrowed at her. “That’s…” He knew she was fucking with him. She was. “then whose are they?”
Her devilish smile widened before being replaced with a look of feigned innocent curiosity. “I wonder…” and then she’d completely detached herself from him.  

He blinked as he sat up, and robotically grabbed the hood of the jacket without hesitation looking for his family insignia. He sent her a glare. 

“Can you really not recognize your own clothing?” 

Sasuke nodded to her watching in the reflection of a mirror as Kiba and Ino approached. “You brought this on yourself.” Sasuke says simply, capturing her lips

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Warning: violence, language, & mentions/descriptions of death

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The Night Has Just Begun

A/N: Everyone needs some Dom!Luke in their lives, right? After a tough week at work, the reader heads to a “club,” where she meets up with Luke, also taking a much needed break after a tough case. Also, this is one of the first smuts I’ve done that hasn’t come from a request…what does that say about me? @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn @unstoppableangel8 @iammostdefinitelyonfire26 @original-criminal-fanfics @spencerdamnreid, @reidbyers & @imagicana <– I feel like you might enjoy this ;)

Warning: SMUT, like unapologetic smut, all the smut. Smutty, smut smut.


After a hellish week filled with managers that had no idea what they were doing telling you that you had no idea what you were doing, you needed some kind of a release. Problem was, your last Dom was no longer, and you weren’t in the mood for general sex with someone you knew, you wanted that connection; you wanted to be at the knees of someone you trusted, and you didn’t have anyone like that just yet. However, a friend of a friend had suggested a club that she’d been to - it had become known in the area by subs that wanted to seek out new doms, so after getting changed and prepared just in case you did find someone to experiment with, you headed out.

If no one caught your interest tonight, that would be okay too. You’d go home by yourself, take care of yourself, and then go to sleep, but you were hoping that this place was as amazing as your friend’s friend claimed it was. Upon walking in, you realized how thorough they were. “We have plenty of rooms that can be used for one-on-one fun,” the woman said as soon as you entered. “But everyone meets in the center room. It ensures that no one is coaxed into something they don’t want to do. No drinks are allowed, but we do have food and drink, so if you’d like to get to know someone, you can. Sex is an option, but it’s not a necessity. We just want everyone to have a safe, consensual and fun time. Do you have any questions?”

With a small smile, you told her you had nothing to ask and headed off down the hallway toward the common area. Once inside, you sat at a table, legs crossed and sipping at a glass of Diet Coke, waiting for someone to catch your eye or for someone to approach you. Most everyone there had already paired off, or tripled off in some cases, getting to know each other and separating into nearby rooms, but all of a sudden, someone made his way out of the crowd. “Hello,” he greeted, extending his hand to yours and giving you a firm shake. “May I sit?”

“Of course,” you replied. You didn’t even know his name yet, but he was cute…hot…really hot. Tanned skin, thick, curled black hair atop his head, an amazing beard, not too thick, but not clean-shaven either; you’d always had a thing for men with beards. And his eyes were deep and brown and wanting. “I’m Y/N. And you are?”

“Luke Alvez,” he said. “What brings you here?”

“I would think that was obvious.”

Luke smiled again. You could imagine that smile stretched out while you were laid out before him. “You know what I mean.”

“Yes, I do,” you giggled. “A friend of a friend recommended the place, and I decided to try it out. I’ve been without a dom for a month and am ready to get back into the swing of things.”

“May I ask why you’re no longer with your last dom?”

You took a deep breath. “He ignored my safe word, so I pushed him away from me, kicked him in the nuts and walked out with only my coat to cover me.”

“Good for you.”

Over the next half hour, the two of you discussed hard and soft limits. Both of you had the same hard limits, nothing involving blood or other fluids, no knives, no needles, none of that. But you were both into power - him owning it and you submitting it. “Well, I realize you may not want to get into anything tonight and if you don’t that’s fine, but if you would, I would love to get to know you.”

“In the biblical sense?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. 

His smile alone made you weak; you could feel the heat pooling in your legs. “And otherwise.” His own raised eyebrow beckoned you toward a back room. For some reason, you trusted him. Plus, this was a public enough place that if he couldn’t be trusted, everyone would know, so you stood up from the table  and grabbed his hand. “Do you have any objections to blindfolds or cuffs?”


“What about a belt? Because I won’t lie, the first thing I thought when I saw you was that I’d love to see what your skin looks like with a couple of welts on it.”

“Belts are great. My safe word is all I insist on, just in case it gets too intense.”

“Of course,” he said, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze as you walked into the room. A plain room with a bed on one side and an open space on the other. “And last question, how do you feel about names?”

“Mine or yours?”

“Yours. I prefer Sir if you don’t mind.”

“Good girl, little girl, slut…those three.”

“Okay little girl,” he said, your arousal immediately pooling in your panties. “Strip. Keep the heels on though. I like those. And kneel over there.”

As you discarded your clothes, you tried not to pay attention to his hungry gaze. He was readying a few things himself, getting comfortable, but his eyes still scanned you as you knelt down, eyes cast down with your hands splayed on your knees. “You are absolutely beautiful,” he said softly. “I’m going to put a blindfold on you. Is that okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Once it was on, he said little else, tying your wrists together and placing a tie over the bar that you’d seen above your head, keeping your hands up and your body splayed out for his viewing. Second after second passed, but nothing happened. All you could hear was the sound of his footsteps against the hardwood floors. He was circling you - like prey, but you ready and waiting to be devoured. Your mind raced with the possibilities of what was to come. Would he touch you? You’d love to feel his hands ghost over your skin. Maybe he would spank you - also very much welcome. Your knees were splayed out. Your legs open, and underneath you, you could feel the arousal pooling once more. Others might have been embarrassed by appearing so needy, but you weren’t. You were in your element. “What are you looking forward to, little girl?” he asked.

“Your hands on me. Pinching my nipples, stroking my pussy, gripping my hips. Maybe a belt across my ass too, or a hand.”

“You like being used?”

That was a question that always made you melt. Because yes. Yes you did. When you were trusting of the man you were with there was nothing you loved more. “Yes, sir.” Your legs began to shake slightly when you heard him step closer, causing you to tighten your grip around the restraints that were binding your wrists together. 

“Good,” he said, his voice calm and confident. “Because I plan to.” Your breath hitched in your throat when his hand slide up between your shoulder blades - one lone fingernail raking up your neck and scalp.

The wait had seemed endless, but it was over. The night however, had just begun.

Of Nightmares and Dreams

Rating: Teen and Up Audience
Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV)A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
Relationship:Jon Snow/Sansa Stark
Characters: Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Robb Stark, Arya Stark
Additional Tags: Cannon divergent

Well, now! A proper fic at last. Hope you guys enjoy this. 

Summary: Now, Jon was the one left to take care of Sansa. Now she was his to protect.Such a possessive word. His.It scared him. It thrilled him. Just thinking of it made his lungs hurt, it was like he was drowning and could not breathe, it made him sick to his stomach.  

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Ride (Lesbian Sashea AU) - wordsmithmaybe

A/N: 15k+ words <3

An unusual love affair takes place at a strip club, involving two women who could not have been any more different from each other.

Secrets and lies will be revealed as the two struggle to connect and find a common ground. 

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TITLE -  Neighbour - Part 4

WORDS - 1.3k+

WARNING- none ( maybe a teeny amt of angst )

PAIRING - Bucky  x Reader

A/N -   TAW  @supersoldierslover you are amazing . Thank you my love.


PART 1    PART 2 PART 3 

“Y/N look I was going to tell you . I just needed to find the right time .”
“No , it’s not that . Like an actual stripper? You know like ,giving lap dances , getting naked on a stage ?”
“No, we don’t get completely naked . But yeah , more or less.”, he said chuckling .
“Those girls that you bring home every night are from your show ?”
“Yes . But  it won’t happen from now . I am with you .”, he takes both your hands into his .
“Of course it won’t .Okay .WOW . Umm I still can’t believe it .”
“Are you okay with it ? “

“Yeah , no , I am okay , it’s just weird dating stripper and it also comes with a little uncertainty I guess.”

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Hwarang :: Ban Ryu x reader

 Hi! There isn’t much Hwarang imagines up here so I decided to write a series! I hope you enjoy it :) I’ll eventually write one for everyone haha but here’s one for our smol cranky baby! I’m sorry here are some mistakes this is my first time writing a fic in the historic era so it was difficult haha.


How did I manage to pull off a stunt like this? I don’t know. I guess when you are extremely broke you find your ways. I find myself staring straight at my friend A-Ro as she nods proudly, “I knew it would work!” I sigh playing with the helm of my new uniform, “You know if I get caught I’m going to be hanged!” A-Ro laughs loudly patting my back, “You look like a true Hwarang (Y/n) no doubt about it! I mean you got your papers signed no problem even if you aren’t full royal blood, if anything only the other members would get suspicious but I’ll make sure my brother protects you!” My eyes bug out as I grab her arm, “Whoa! We aren’t telling anybody about this! If this gets out especially to Soo Ho I’ll be dead, you know him and his big mouth!” I exclaimed as she nods with closed eyes, “Ah true, true. Well your secret is safe with me, besides you make a very handsome man if I must say so myself!” I groan grabbing at my hair, this was a very bad idea.

I grew up without parents, being taken care of by my older brother. We worked hard throughout the day and night to try to get by day by day, however the stress made his heart weak. Even so I continued to work hard, ten times harder to compensate for him, it was inevitable, he continued to get sicker. He got really sick about a month ago, even with the generous help of A-Ro’s father he couldn’t be saved. I felt horrible, I burdened everyone around me, no home, no money to eat I couldn’t do this to A-Ro’s family any longer. Their debt was bad enough, I couldn’t accept their offer of opening their home to me, regardless of how many times they insisted. And so, I decided to become a Hwarang. The saying “if there is a will, there is a way” really worked as a young female of no royal blood like myself got accepted. How was that even possible? I don’t know. I guess god blessed me by giving me a flat chest.


I held my head up as I walked up to the palace while nervously patting my clammy hands dry on my excessively long sleeves. I walked up to A-Ro’s brother Sun Woo who was accompanied by a group of men. “U-Um hi” I mentally cursed myself for sounding so timid. I clear my throat and held my head up high trying to display confidence but it quickly disappeared when I saw the glint in Soo Ho’s eyes. He laughed loudly pulling me into his chest, “Wow you are sure tiny!” he exclaims smacking his hand onto my chest. I mentally screamed in pain as I nervously let out a chuckle, “Ahaha…yeah!” A smaller male peeped up from behind Soo Ho, “Ah you are so tiny and cute, what’s your name? Mine’s Han Sung.” Oh man, he was so cute, the innocent sparkle in his eyes were too much I could just kiss him right there. “I-It’s…Gun Chul.” I answered with a blush, good thing I wasn’t nervous enough to fail to blurt out my brother’s name. An obnoxious laugh filled my ears again, there goes Soo Ho. He wipes the tears from his eyes as his laughter fails to cease “That means strong iron right? That’s ironic since you are so tiny and frail.” Laughter picked up as everyone joined, “We are going to call you Aga instead, for baby.” I couldn’t help but laugh along.

I liked them. It was a bit overwhelming at first being man handled by the group of beautiful nobles but I started to feel comfortable especially with Soo Ho, his personality was loud and could be a bit much but it was refreshing. I laugh along with the men as we walked towards the said meeting spot where the queen would give her speech. However, being distracted I failed to see a tall male standing before me causing me to crash into his broad back. “Ah I’m so…” I looked up and I saw my life flash before my eyes “s-sorry?” I ran into none other than Ban Ryu, I’m a dead woman…wait man. He scowled, all his facial features scrunching up all the while glaring straight into my soul. I awkwardly laugh shying away from his glaze, and slowly but surely behind Soo Ho. Soo Ho never ceases to amaze me and laughs, “Aw he’s tiny and shy. Aga no need to be afraid it’s just jerk face.” Ban Ryu lets out a scoff before shoving Soo Ho out of the way, exposing my small frame to his much larger one. With the never softening glare he grabs the collar of my hanbok and easily lifts me up from the ground, “Watch where you’re going midget.” I bite my lower lip and nod hastily, “G-Got it!” He slightly squints before letting go causing my footing to stumble, right…back into his chest. I yelped without thinking, and without thinking I mean without forcing my voice an octave lower. “You’re pathetic,” the beautiful but equally as scary man spat shoving me hard into the ground. I look up from my now seated position on the ground and god did he look scary… and really handsome. I watch in a daze as the small group of men started to bicker. “Are you alright?” A quiet but very low voice questioned, I look to my side to see Han Sung kneeling beside me worry etched into his features, “Um yeah, thank you.” I say taking his hand as he pulls me up. It’s going to be a long day, but all I know is that I’m going to avoid the scary man at all costs.

In the line up everything was a blur, I wasn’t sure if it happened quickly or if I was still in shock from the near death experience I had two minutes ago. No matter how hard I tried to pay attention to the queen I couldn’t ignore the fiery glare burning into the back of my skull. If the queen doesn’t chop off my head because she finds out that I’m a female impersonating a man in her ranks then god knows it will be Ban Ryu to kill me. I finally snap out of my daze when I realized that the queen retired back into the palace and was replaced by a soldier who was to help us with our sparring. He looks at us thoughtfully before nodding in approval, almost as if he was reading us and creating the perfect partner matches in his head. “Ban Ryu and the small one here.” Please be pointing at Han Sung please, I’m too young to die I mentally whine looking up from my lashes to see the man’s hand gesturing to me. I nervously laugh turning around to face Ban Ryu’s signature scowl which is now accompanied with a huge bulging vein popping out from his neck. I stepped closer to him and I could feel him angrily breathing down my neck. Forget my plan failing and everyone finding out that I’m a girl, I’m going to die right here and right now.

Thud. I groan getting up from the ground, yet again. I hate sparring I’m getting creamed by little angry silver spoon. Using physical strength wasn’t my forte, sword fighting no problem, strategy no problem, hand to hand combat…really big problem. “Ow ow ow oww,” I hiss under my breath, getting up once again. I have yet to get one score off of the jerk. It made sense since I had no training and was half the size of anger management issue over here but I was still upset that I couldn’t even knock him on his butt at least once. I had to be smart about this, I felt the pitying glances from the other Hwarang members and I couldn’t allow that. I’m not weak. I carefully study Ban Ryu’s form and I finally got it. Faking to get up from the ground I swipe my leg from behind Ban Ryu’s and there he goes down. I yell out in victory and flop on top of his lying down form straddling his hips, “I got one point off you! Ha!” He scoffs looking away, but due to our close proximity I could see the corners of his lips twitch up, “Dumbass, you can’t use legs in a fist combat training.” “Wha-” before I could express my shock a fist collided square into my face knocking the daylights out of me. “I…still knocked you…on your ass…ha…ha…” I laugh shamelessly from the ground as thick warm liquid dribbled down my nose. I’m going to beat your ass into the ground during sword practice Ban Ryu, just you wait!


I hiss walking towards our new home in the palace with Sun Woo and Soo Ho dragging me along. Bruises were blossoming all over my body and I wanted the day to end already. “I knocked him on his ass did you see?” They both laughed but Soo Ho ten times louder than my best friend’s brother, “Yeah and I also saw him punching you in the face!” I couldn’t help but laugh through the soreness and pain, “It was worth it,” I hum causing Soo Ho to laugh once more, “You’re impossible you know that right?” “I just hope he doesn’t kill you in your sleep,” Sun Woo adds causing a shiver to run down my spine.

Practice was cut short today since it was the first day. We were instructed to get used to our new environment and get to know one another. I wasn’t complaining, I’m so sore I could just lie on my side and never move again. But with the excitement of the other Hwarang members they wanted to go visit the Okta club…and I really just wanted to sleep despite the sun just starting to set. The men decided to shower away the sweat and grime before heading out which left me sitting there in our shared room. “We are ready to go,” Ji Dwi says with a gentle smile, I nod returning his smile, “Okay I’ll meet you there I just need to quickly rinse off.” He nods before taking off with the rowdy group of boys who were debating who could pick up the most females tonight. Rolling my eyes at their childish behaviour I gather my soft towel and a black hanbok in my arms before entering the steamy but most importantly empty bathroom. Even though I saw with my own two eyes that the group of men left for the club I couldn’t help but feel nervous that someone was going to barge into the really open bathroom. Like the stalls only covered the area below the waist, couldn’t they afford to at least cover the upper half as well? Biting my bottom lip nervously I look side to side from the corner stall before stripping off my sweat soaked hanbok. Folding the uniform neatly I place it far away from my stall making sure it wouldn’t get any more wet. Carefully I unravel the binding on my chest placing that on top of my folded hanbok. I take in a deep breath, man did it feel good to not be constrained there. Turning on the faucet hot water poured from the contraption mounted on the wall. This was amazing…I never had the chance to take a shower before, this technology was only affordable by the noble people. I couldn’t help but let a soft moan escape my lips as the hot water ran down my body, running over the blossoming purple and blue patterns on my usually (s/c) skin. I scrub away at the layer of sweat, wincing when making contact with the large bruises, Ban Ryu really needed to understand the difference between training and trying to actually murder someone. I sigh standing under the running faucet, tears escape my eyes. I couldn’t help but feel defeated, it was just the first day and I’m already crying. How pathetic. The loud clacking of the wooden door to the bathroom snapped me out of my life contemplating shower thoughts. My head shot towards the door and there stood Ban Ryu in his naked glory with a towel casually in his hand. I screamed causing him to slightly jump, “What is your prob…” before he could finish his sentence he made eye contact with my (e/c) orbs which were the size of saucers. “Stop looking!” I cry hastily throwing one arm around my exposed breasts while the other hand flew to cover my lower region. Ban Ryu quickly covered his crotch with his towel as he awkwardly threw his head in the opposite direction, trying extremely hard to not make anymore further eye contact. “W-What…why are you even here! I thought you left!” I continue to shout at him as I duck below the small wooden divider. “Stop screaming will you!” He shot back equally as loud and flustered. “I-I don’t know why you are so shocked! Why do you have breasts!” I slam the water shut and quickly tied my towel around my body. He covers his blushing face with a single hand as his other hand continued to cover his lower region, “Stop coming closer!” he accuses as I dash towards his tall frame. “Please don’t tell anyone!” I beg grabbing onto his wrist I pull his hand away from his face to see his flush cheeks. “Please,” I try again more gently, this time gazing up into his chocolate brown eyes. He stared into my watery eyes equally as intensely for a few moments before he reluctantly nods. “Fine, but you have some explaining to do.” I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, “Thank you Ban Ryu!” I exclaim pulling him into a tight and wet embrace. His signature scowl surfaces his facial features again as he peels himself away, “Just cause you are a girl it doesn’t mean I’m going to go easy on you.” I hum leaning into his personal space, “Mm I wouldn’t have it any other way” I grin pulling away. “What’s your real name?” he fumes looking away and I giggle pulling away to fetch my bundle of clothes. While passing him on the way out of the bathroom I poked him in his bare chest, “If you beat me in sword practice tomorrow I’ll tell you then.” I look up at him and he rolls his eyes so hard he probably saw his own brain, “Whatever, just get out so I can shower in peace.”

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