Desc: Can you do a Kai imagine where he meets a girl who has the same past as him (except the whole killing family thing was in self defense) & well shy and quiet she seems to be the only one who sees something in him & stands up for him & laughs at all his jokes & he doesn’t understand why he loves bringing her out of her shell & seeing her laugh at his dorky jokes & basically a imagine where they, two people who have been scorned by love, fall in love & learn to understand it ❤
She ran into him by accident. It was around two in the morning, and the stars dotted the black canvas in the sky like sprinkles of golden fairy dust. It was cool out, the gentle breeze just enough to bring goosebumps to her skin, and it smelt of the fresh pine trees of the forest she was running through. Her hair was pulled atop her head in a loose and messy knot, oversized sweater hanging over her palms, her eyes hooded and lips chapped. The girl’s battered combat boots smacked against the leaf strewn ground, her breath heavy, leather bag dangling off her shoulder as she sprinted like her life depended on it.
The girl slammed face first into something, her hands coming up to massage her face as she groaned out in pain. She inhaled a raspy breath, blinking around in bewilderment when she realized there was nobody and nothing there.
“Hello?” she uttered into the desolate forest.
The voice was almost inaudible, so faint and nervous she almost missed it. It seemed to come from directly in front of her, and yet when she stared in the direction of the voice, all she saw was the dark outline of a faded oak. Suddenly, a boy melted from the shadows, literally seeping out in human form. He was tall and lanky, with ruffled brown hair and shining blue eyes that were filled with hurt. The moonlight cast shadows across his sculpted facial curves, full lips, and faint stubble. He’d been cloaking himself with an invisibility charm, smart.
“You have magic,” the girl stated in disbelief, tilting her head and looking the boy over with curiosity.
“And that doesn’t scare you?” his voice rumbled low.
She narrowed her eyes, “no.”
The girl raised a hand towards the boy, and a golden wisp of light erupted from her pale fingertips and engulfed the two in an orb of glimmering light so they could see only each other in the folds of the dark night. The boy stared at the girl in awe, his mouth hanging open a little. He looked her over, impressed.
“You too,” he breathed.
“Me too,” she responded, feeling suddenly shy when he looked her over with those startlingly blue eyes.
“And what are you doing running through the forest in the middle of the night?” he asked, brow arched.
“I could ask you the same,” she says, folding her arms over each other.
“No, really,” he asks sincerely.
“You wouldn’t get it,” she clenches her jaw, and he picks up on the little pulse and crinkle in her eyebrows.
“I might just,” he whispers, his eyes flickering back and forth between hers.
She twirls a long curl of hair around her fingertips, eyes planted to the brown soil, heart sinking. The memories pain her to think about, and when she does, the golden orb around them falters momentarily.
“I’m running,” she admits with a heavy sigh.
“My family,” she swallows hard at the lump in her throat, eyes coming back to the boy’s. He doesn’t seem phased at all, but he frowns when he sees her looking so fragile and hurt.
“Anyways,” she shakes her head, snapping out of her trance. “I can’t keep up too long or they’ll find me. So…goodbye, stranger.”
She moves to sidestep the boy, but he grabs at her wrist, shaking his head, “Kai.”
“Kai?” she breathes.
“My name,” his lips twitch faintly.
Her body relaxes, maybe she can stay another minute.
“Well, it’s actually Malachai,” he stumbles softly. “Malachai Parker.”
“That’s a beautiful name,” she says bashfully.
Kai scoffs, “yeah, right.”
“I mean it,” she smiles sympathetically, seeing the look of disgust he has for his own name.
Kai chews his rosy lower lip in disbelief, thinking she’s joking at first, but her facial expression holds still. A breeze swoops gently over them, and he catches a whiff of her sugary perfume, it’s intoxicating, and he wants to move closer to her but he doesn’t.
“Sorry,” he apologizes, letting go of the knit sweater he clung to.
She tells him her name, and asks what he could be doing at such an early hour.
“Running,” he mimics her.
He sees her facial expressions soften, lips bending downwards and eyes saddening. She’s so precious and delicate, nothing like himself.
“From your family?” she whispers, taking a step closer to him.
He couldn’t bear to drag such a fragile girl into his messy life, so he decided to scare her off now rather than later, since lying would only hurt her. And he didn’t want to see her more hurt than she clearly was already. Something about her…he couldn’t put his finger on it, but he only knew she didn’t deserve to be with a disaster like himself.
“No,” he said icily, stiffening his back. “I killed them all.”
The girl froze, heart hammering, instinctively taking a step back.
Good, she was scared.
“Why?” her voice trembles.
“Because I’m the black sheep,” he laughs bitterly. “I was an outcast in my family my entire life, the broken one, the ‘faulty gemini’. My sister Jo was the perfect one, oh, everyone loved Jo. But not me. No, I was isolated from my own family,” he spits with anger. “I bet it was really nice to stand around and judge me, while they got everything out of life.”
“Why?” she asks again, sounding more curious than frightened now.
Kai cuts her off and draws closer to her, “you should go,” he growls.
“Tell me,” she demands, standing her ground despite every part of her body urging her to run.
She was clearly terrified, but was stubborn enough to try and hide it.
“What makes you think I won’t hurt you?” he says with dark eyes.
“Because I know what it feels like,” she snaps, her face inches from his malicious one.
That expression on his face melted off like ice, and he steps back, “what?”
“Show me,” she responds nervously.
“Show you?” he questions, unable to hold the facade.
He hated the feeling of control the girl seemed to hold over him. Why wasn’t she running yet? Everyone else would have…
“Show me your ability,” she demands quietly, rolling up her lavender sweater and shoving her wrists out to the boy.
“H-how did you know?”
“We’re not so different, you and I,” she says, “just…do it.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he admits with a shake of his head. Funny how quickly he switched from selfish and psychotic to caring and compassionate.
“Kai,” she begs.
He takes a rattled breath, his hands clammy as he approaches the defiant girl. He can feel energy radiating from her bloodstream, and he wants it, needs it, like a drug. She doesn’t look afraid as his slender fingers lock lightly on her wrists, the cool rings that decorated his fingers pressing into her skin. Her beautiful eyes hold to his own, and he keeps them locked to hers as the orange glow burns into her flesh. Her magic oozes into his bloodstream, but it’s different than usual, stronger, he thinks. His mouth tips open as he groans from the feeling he’s missed so much, her energy diffusing throughout his body, and he can’t help but close his eyes from the pleasure. Any second now she should be gasping out for him to stop, crumpling from the pain of his siphoning, but she doesn’t. Then he drops her wrists, snapping back to reality, feeling more alive than he has in ages.
“Why didn’t that hurt you?” he breathes, still on a magic high.
“I don’t run out,” she responds flatly.
“How is that not a gift?!” Kai gasps.
“Because when I have so much it makes me overwhelmed, and I- I can’t control it. My emotions tip even just a little, and my magic comes spilling out of me. The rest of my family thought they could just fix me, because I was some sort of threat to out coven. A-and sometimes I only wanted to help, but it makes me do bad things…hurt people,” she mutters, eyes to the floor. “It’s darker magic, watch.”
The girl stoops low to the ground, where a small pink flower blossoms innocently from the ground. She brushes her fingers to the soft petals, and Kai watches as the plant dissolves into black ash under her finger pads.
“My mom came after me one day,” she shudders, “I didn’t mean to, I was just trying to protect myself.” Her wrist quickly swiped away a falling tear, and she cleared her throat, pretending it was all alright.
He wanted nothing more than to wrap that girl in his arms that instant.
“You don’t scare me, Malachai Parker,” she stands, her body alarmingly close to his.
Nobody ever called him by his full name, this was new.
“You’re not as twisted as me,” he denies. “I’m bad news, a psycho, or sociopath, if you will.”
He runs a hand through his chestnut locks, overwhelmed by the closeness of the girl.
“Stop trying to scare me,” she says. “You’re not like that.”
“And how would you know?”
“You’re not bad, you’re just…broken. I know that feeling.”
Her eyes reflect the golden sparkles around them, hair cascading across her perfect face. Her ability to care confused him.
Kai scoops down to the ground, touching the pile of ashes where the flower was moments ago. His eyes close as he uses his siphoned magic to revive the flower, and soon he’s plucked the rosy thing from the ground and is facing this girl again. She looks at the flower with admiration, the faintest of smiles on her little lips. Kai picks off the stem, and brushes back the girls hair affectionately, sliding the pink flower into the crook of her ear; it suits her wonderfully. Her cheeks blush noticeably, and she chews nervously at her lower lip. He can’t help but trail his fingers across her perfect skin, surprised that she didn’t pull away; nobody ever let Kai touch them. He liked that feeling a lot.
“Look at us,” he says, “two broken pieces.”
“Maybe two broken pieces make a whole one,” she laughs suddenly.
He loved that tinkling bell-like laugh so much, he wanted to hear it again and again.
“You know you’re like, really pretty,” Kai blurts without thinking.
She smiles a radiant smile up at him, “don’t tell me Malachai Parker is actually feeling,” she jokes.
He shoves her playfully, but grabs each of her arms afterwards so that she’ll stay close to him. When he pulls her back, her chest goes thudding against his, and she instantly resumes her nervous stance.
“Hey,” he says, his fingers crawling under her chin and lifting it up so their eyes meet. “You have too much power contain, and I don’t have any at all, maybe if we work together we could balance each other’s faults, you know?”
“Work together?” she blinks up at him. “Not, alone?”
He bends over her, the electric currents of her skin against his driving him crazy with longing. Her lips were so close, begging for his.
As soon as you walked on set you felt like you’d been punched in the gut. The neck tattoo was the first thing you saw and you thought there was no way it could be him. So many guys had the same douchey neck tattoo. There was no way it could be Trevor. You were so wrong.
“Y/N.” He approached you like a snake stalking his prey. Trevor moved his hand to your face, caressing it like he owned you and you squeezed your eyes shut, swallowing thickly. “Long time no see, princess.”
“Trevor, you’re needed.” A voice you couldn’t quite make out called him away and he winked at you as he left, dragging his hand down your face and to your chest as he left. As soon as he was gone you bolted from the set, running so fast your lungs burned as you tried to suck in air.
REQUEST: Damon and reader. Where the reader is there for Damon throughout everything and he finally realized he’s in love with her!
Doppelgängers. The Originals. The race for the Cure. Heretics. Gemini Coven.
Damon Salvatore and his friends had seemed to have been through it all. Way more than what regular people would ever have to go through. But of course, they weren’t regular people. They were dead. Well, some of them.
“Ow, frick.” You muttered to yourself when you accidentally walked into the coat rack, reaching up to grab it quickly so that it wouldn’t fall over.
You weren’t sure what time it was, but you knew for sure it was pretty late. You thought you’d be back around two hours ago, but those fruity drinks at the bar kept calling your name and you couldn’t help but stay for two (or four) more drinks with Y/F/N! You hadn’t hung out with her for a hot minute and you could honestly say it was one of the best nights you’d had in a while. So yeah, maybe you were a little tipsy, but at least you were able to make it back home safe! The only problem you faced now was Harry. Harry didn’t mind when you went to hang out with your friends. In fact, he encouraged it! (“I promise you I’ll log out of Netflix if you don’t get off your arse, love.”) He just didn’t like it when you came home in the wee hours of the morning.
A plan was bubbling away in your mind as you made your way up the stairs as quietly as possible, thinking about how you could conduct yourself in a way where Harry wouldn’t wake up. He usually went to bed pretty early, plus he was a deep sleeper. Your plan was super, super simple. All you had to do was a) get into the room, b) go to the dresser in the dark, c) change into a clean shirt, d) go to the washroom to wash your face and brush your teeth, e)- You froze when one of the steps creaked under your foot before you took another cautious step up the stairs. The point was: Get changed, slip into bed, and don’t wake Harry up.
“Get changed, slip into bed, don’t wake your boyfriend up.” You sang quietly, twisting the doorknob and opening the door slowly before poking your head in. This was exciting! It was like you were a spy on a secret mission. If you were a spy, you’d be the best spy. Scratch that, you’d be the bestest spy!
“I’d be the bestest spy.” You trailed off, squinting your eyes as you tried to maneuver yourself in the dark. You perked up when you felt the handle of the dressers, pulling it open and rummaging through it for a shirt. “Move over, James Bond.” You giggled to yourself, wiggling out of your dress and nearly stumbling over your feet. “The name’s Bond. Y/N Bon-” You stopped when the room suddenly flooded with dim light, turning around to see a groggy Harry with his hand on the lamp switch.
“Don’ remember hiring a stripper. I’m in a committed relationship, thank you very much.” Harry rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, lips tugging up in a lazy smirk at the sight of your half-naked state.
“I won’t tell if you won’t tell.” You joked, padding over to Harry and flopping down on top of him, your legs on either side of his torso.
“You said you were comin’ home three hours ago, you dolt. Didn’t pick up your phone when I called.” Harry hummed, hands gripping your hips lightly before he squeezed.
“I know, I know.” You yawned, stretching your limbs and wincing when you felt a couple cracks. “Ooh, wanna know something that happened tonight? Y/F/N was getting drinks for us and-”
“Y/N, it’s three in the morning. Shh…” You squeaked when Harry patted your face and shut his eyes again.
“I know, but- Woah!” You giggled when Harry shoved you off of him before rolling on top of you, pinning you down with a loose grip.
“I think the bestest spy should be the bestest at keepin’ quiet, so why don’ we do tha’?” He hummed, reaching over and flicking the lights off.
She woke up in the back of his trunk, hands bound with cloth, hair sprawled around her precious face. She blinked her bright eyes open and rolled to her side, the pain that seared through her like hot red fire. She was wearing the same outfit of that as when she’d been knocked out by Joshua parker, a black tee and dark skinnies. She began to kick into the trunk, screaming out, not for herself, but for him.
“KAI!” She screeched in desperation, unable to break the magically sealed binds on her wrists.
It had been early nightfall when Kai’s father had come after her. She’d been able to catch only a moment’s peace with her treasured heretic before a bright blast had hit her in the back, and she’d crumpled onto the floor, the last sound she heard being Kai’s voice crying her name. She knew why Joshua had kidnapped her; it was the only way he could get Kai, and end him once and for all. Now it was dark out, probably around midnight, she presumed from the stars in the pitch black sky.
Suddenly, the car trunk was thrown open, shimmering rays of silver moonlight illuminating her saviors face.
“Kai,” she choked.
His hands were drenched in fresh ruby red blood, big blue eyes lacking their usual glow, lips bent downwards in such a way that the goofball she’d gotten to know seemed almost unrecognizable. His white tee was torn and covered in dirt, long arms stretching into the trunk as he grasped her curled and feeble form in his strong hold.
“Oh god, oh god,” he whispered frantically, more to himself than her. He scooped her bridal style into his arms, eyes flickering across her confused face. His slender fingers came up to brush a stray strand of hair back behind her ears, whispering an incantation under his breath that melted the binds on her wrists.
“I’m okay,” she reassured him as he gingerly set her on her feet and onto the soil.
“This is all my fault,” he breathed, hands cupping at her face, tears coming to his eyes. “Y/N, please, run.”
“I’m not leaving you,” she protested, locking her fingers around his, eyebrows furrowed.
“Now would be a good time to say your goodbye’s,” a voice said from behind her.
Joshua Parker stood with his right hand raised, the left side of his face bruised up from where she assumed Kai had hit him. The look in his eyes was dark and cold, he had no regret for what he was going to do to his own son, nor what he had done in the past. The green grass seemed to droop where he walked, an aura of relentless hatred around his body.
Kai spun away from her at once, eyes locking on his father, his hands raising in front of her like a shield, silver rings glinting under the starlight.
“Don’t you dare touch her,” he growled, his voice dropping low, expression hardening. “Or I swear, I will gladly rip your throat out and tear you apart limb from limb.” Kai’s jaw was set, eyes hooded, and something about the way he spoke and held himself almost scared her, he never acted like this.
His father raised an eyebrow and took a step forward, eyes landing on the girl.
“Ka-” she began.
But in another moment she was thrown forward, her body ragdolling as she went soaring through the air and crumbling onto the ground at Joshua’s feet. A searing pain burst through her arm, and she went rolling onto her side, vision momentarily going black. Joshua parker raised a finger and drew a slit in the air, which began to slice a long red mark across her pale cheeks. Kai leapt forward, her name tumbling off his lips as he dashed into an invisible wall that held him back from her. An orange glow appeared as he began to siphon the magic, but it was so slow that nothing seemed to happen.
“Fool,” his father spat. “I didn’t want to kill you, that would be too kind. So instead you’ll watch as I take the one thing from your life that brought you happiness.”
He drew another slice in the air, now cutting down the flesh of her stomach, and she screamed out in agony as blood spilled across her front and over her trembling hands, tears flooding down her cheeks as Kai screamed out in anguish, his hands clawing at the barrier, knees shaking as he sobbed at the sight of her, looking more broken than ever.
“Please, PAPA!” Kai begged, so scared and fragile, just like the boy who had once been abused and isolated by everyone he loved.
She stretched an arm across the grass, fingertips touching the invisible shield. She was too weak to talk, but her fingers spread across the wall, he knew exactly what she wanted to say.
“Don’t,” he cried, raising his palm against the other side, fingers spreading out against hers, lower lip trembling as his own tears travelled across them.
She gasped out, body convulsing suddenly, the blood draining from her body and onto the grass. She gave a feeble smile to him, unable to utter how much she loved him in any other way.
All at once, where their fingers touched, the invisible barrier began to crack, shattering into a thousand pieces as it disintegrated under their contact. Kai stared in awe as the spell melted into his skin, his eyes closing as the magic flooded into his system like a drug. His fingers traced patterns across her flesh, wounds closing at once, the electricity from his magic sending electrical currents into her healed body. He stood up, eyes fluttering open as he cracked his neck with a faint smirk. His father stared in disbelief, taking a step back when he realized his defense system was down. Joshua gulped down the nervous lump in his throat as Kai approached him slowly, lips splitting into a twisted grin. Kai lifted two of his fingers into the air, and his father began to rise from the ground, panic spreading across his features. Kai released him at just the position where he wouldn’t die, but would instead be filled with intense agony.
“How does that feel, papa?” he asked, snapping his father’s legs with a flick of his wrist. He twisted his fingers, and blood went exploding from his father’s body and onto Kai’s front, to which Kai chuckled, drunk off the rush.
Joshua screamed out in pain, his voice filling the empty night, begging Kai to let him live.
“Kai, stop,” she gasped, watching in horror as he assumed an identity so unlike his own. She dragged herself off the earth and onto her feet, eyes pleading with his own.
Kai froze, dark glare softening under her gaze, “he tried to hurt you, and anyone who tries to lay so much as a finger on you deserves worse than death,” he snarled.
She grabbed his wrists before he could turn away, defiant as she grasped him tightly.
“You’re better than him,” she stated.
Kai tried to turn his head away, unable to resist her control, but she forced his jaw back to hers.
“Hey, hey, look at me,” she commanded.
Kai’s teeth gritted together as he blinked through his long lashes with a shake of his head.
“You’re better,” she whispered softly.
She brought him back down from his craze, and Kai sighed, his shoulders relaxing, full lips parting as he went to speak.
Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, she made out Joshua parker, raising his arm to give one final move before he collapsed for good. He coughed out a spell, and Kai’s ears began to ring, hands flying to his temples as he crumpled to the ground from the noise flooding his body. The girl caught Kai’s body as he sunk to the dirt and cried out, his blue eyes pained as they held to hers, and in the second where she saw him like that, where she was unable to do anything but watch him die, she understood.
“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!” she snarled and dashed over to Kai’s father, arm swinging out as she dove towards his crumpled form. Her fist went smashing into his jaw, which cracked under the force, blood exploding across her knuckles. She slammed her fist in one more time for good measure, heart racing as Joshua Parker went still under her blow. She didn’t even care when his eyes met with hers before glazing over, she didn’t care when his heart failed to beat, nor when his body went still.
“Y/N,” Kai’s voice was distant as he pulled himself up to approach her.
She breathed heavily, hair all across her eyes as she stared in disbelief at her bloodied hands. She spun around, eyes locking with Kai’s blue ones. He looked at her with bewilderment, which was fair enough considering he’d never seen her act this way.
“Are you going to make me apologize,” she murmured, voice low. “Because I am sorry, but not for what I did to him. I’m sorry I let you let him live another second.”
Kai was close to her now, eyes flickering across her dark facial expression, wanting to feel scared or sad because of her newfound rage, but with blood on her hands and black in her eyes, he just couldn’t stop himself. His hands grabbed at her cheeks, forcing her face into his as her lips went crashing against his own. Her hands came up against his jaw, and both of them groaned softly against each other’s mouths as their bloody hands left red across their faces.
“I’ve never felt more scared of anything than I have about losing you,” her voice cracked as she pulled back, nose squishing against his. “I love you so so much Malachai Parker,” her face softened, eyes glistening with tears. “I don’t want you to think I’m a bad person, I just-” she stumbled softly.
He pecked at her lips, bringing his bloodied fingers to her cheek and drawing a crimson heart on her flesh.
IMAGINE: It was no secret that Bucky hated his past, how he regrets being the Winter Soldier. What happens when he meets someone that can change his mind?
[gif is not mine. requests are open. let me know what you think]
warnings: swear words, brief harassment, small violence.
word count: 2.4k +
‘He had built up walls for years, keeping everyone out. Then she came into his life and with a touch of her finger the walls crumbled into ashes.’
Everyone knew that Bucky wasn’t one to converse with anyone, to talk to anyone let alone spend a minute in a room with someone that wasn’t Steve. He grunted and nodded, but no actual words ever came out of his mouth. He kept quiet, he kept to himself. No one really knew him, Steve did, but still…There were some things that he kept to himself, things that kept him up at night -waking from his nightmares, knives sheathed out panicking and looking around the room. He hated himself, he hated that he caused a war within a group, forcing everyone to take sides. Even years later when everything was settled, he still felt guilty thus he kept to himself. Maybe, just maybe if he didn’t speak and just did what everyone wanted him to do he could chip away the guilt.
He remembers the day vividly, it’s as if it’s a movie in his head, one that he can replay over and over again. He can pick out the exact moment that he knew in himself that she was going to change him.
“(Y/N), you have to be calm when you meet them, okay kid?” Tony looked over the kid next to him. Granted that she wasn’t a kid anymore, she was still a kid to him. “You can’t embarrass me, I have a reputation to uphold.”
(Y/N) barked out a laugh as she saw Tony puff out his chest, “I cross my heart that I won’t embarrass you.”
Tony smiled at her and opened the door, she instantly saw all the Avengers lounging around -some sitting down, some playing pool and some in the kitchen. He cleared his throat and they stopped and stared at him. “This is (Y/N),” he gestured the awed girl beside him.
She smiled at the group and waved, “I’m his love child,” she waggled her eyebrows and laughed out loudly when she saw the expressions on their face.
“She’s not,” Tony deadpanned. “What did I say about embarrassing me?” She shrugged in reply. Turning back to the group he explained, “She’s a recruit from Isla Nublar, Tony wanted her expertise on something. Plus, I’ve also known her since she was little so she’s like a little sister to me, so if any of you hurt her I will seriously kill you.”
“You can’t just mildly kill them?” (Y/N) teased and she received a jab from him. As they went around the room, introducing (Y/N) to everyone, she was awestruck by just how ordinary they were. Of course she kept up on the details, not hard to really. But it was so different, they were just normal people who were expected to drop everything to fight off the next evil.
After the introductions, she went to the kitchen to fix herself something to eat as everyone was heading to the gym. “For a bunch of superheroes they surprisingly have a lot of junk food in the fridge,” she mused to herself, thinking out loud. “Ooo, lasagne.” She picked out the heavy dish and turned around but bumped into someone.
“SHIT! I am so sorry,” (Y/N) looked at the lasagne and then back to the figure. Their black uniform was covered in red and white sauce. “I got lasagne on you,” she began wiping it off his uniform, after three wipes she realised how awkward it was.
She smiled sheepishly and look up at the man, “Sorry, didn’t mean to awkwardly touch you.” (Y/N) was going to say more but she stopped when she saw who she was talking to. It was Bucky Barnes. She read up on him, fascinated by history as both James Barnes and the Winter Soldier. “It’s not everyday that you get to live the tale that you accidentally dropped lasagne on an infamous assassin.” She tried to lighten the joke being the idiot as the was.
Bucky looked down at her, veiled amusement in his eyes. “Don’t really know the protocol for throwing lasagne at an assassin so forgive me if I don’t know how to act, I’m usually much cooler than this.” She gave him a toothy smile. (Y/N) wasn’t nervous, not at all, nor was she embarrassed.
“It’s okay,” his voice was rough from the lack of use. To his ears it sounded foreign, but to her it sounded beautiful.
“Do you want me to pay for dry-cleaning?” He tilted his head. “Uh, dry-cleaning is like this fancy service that you use when you want something to be professionally cleaned.” She sounded so unsure, but at the same time her voice was gentle and not at all patronising.
“I know what dry-cleaning is,” he gave her a small quick smile.
She found that she liked it when he smiled, he seemed younger and more relaxed even though she saw it for at least 3 seconds. “That’s good, that’s good.” She muttered, then looking down at the floor. “I haven’t been in the compound a day and I’ve already made a mess.” (Y/N) walked to the counter to fetch the kitchen roll, once in her hand she bent down and started wiping.
“Want some help?” Bucky knelt down and ripped some paper.
Maybe it was the way that she didn’t seem afraid of him and she treated him like a normal person. Or maybe it was because she made him laugh -something that hasn’t happened to him for so long. Or maybe it was her small, awkward yet charming smile that made him feel lighter than he’s ever felt before.
From that day on Bucky seeked out (Y/N), he came out of his room more, stayed in rooms longer than before. Of course everyone noticed his odd behaviour, it was hard not to. Bucky didn’t actively participate in conversations, but when (Y/N) asked him a question, flashed him a smile, or tried to include him in the conversation he reciprocated.
They were sitting in the living room, Stranger Things playing on the television. “You’re enjoying this,” she teased as she saw him lean in trying to figure out the scene.
Bucky leaned back nonchalantly and turned his head towards her, “It’s…different.”
He nodded hesitantly. “It’s nice.”
She smiled triumphantly and leaned back, her arms touching his lightly. She tried not to think of how warmth seemed to radiate of him, or just how nice he smelt.
(Y/N) passed him the pizza, “Thanks, doll.” (Y/N)’s hand froze and turned to him.
He felt his face redden, and his hands clamp up. He didn’t mean to say that out loud, he didn’t mean for that nickname to slip. He didn’t turn to her, afraid of her reaction. It was an intimate nickname for someone, so he wouldn’t be surprised if she got up and left, never speaking to him again.
She made an appreciative noise, “I like that.”
Startled, he turned to her, “What?”
“I like that. It’s cute and it’s very you,” she gave him a grin and a wink. “Doll,” she tried it out, rolling the word off her tongue.
He smiled at her when she clucked her tongue, “Don’t I get a nickname?”
She narrowed her eyes, smiled and tilted her head, “Hm, what to call you. Buckster?” She tried out and she chuckled at his horrified expression. “Buckarro?” He poked her this time. “I know, I’ll call you James.”
This time he chuckled, “That’s my name, not exactly a nickname.”
“Except no one calls you that and that’s why it’s perfect. Everyone calls you Barnes, or Bucky, but never James. The name is something just the two of us,” she smiled at him.
He felt his heart quicken and reciprocated her smile. It was genuine and it was wide. It was the smile that he would have had on his face practically all the time back in the 40s. As they continued watching the show, he realized that he liked it when she said the two of them. ‘Just between the two of them.’ He smiled, contented for the first time.
(Y/N) stood in line, trying to memorize everyone’s drink order. She felt a hand touch her backside and she turned around, “What are you doing?”
The man behind her gave her a lopsided smile. Even under the bad fluro lights she could see that his eyes were glossy and he could hardly stand on his on two feet. “Hey there pretty lady.” He gave her a wink and (Y/N) screwed up her nose in disgust. “Don’t be like that,” he tried to touch her arm but she yanked it away.
“Don’t touch me,” she growled, her arms ready to fight just in case.
“Come on, pretty lady,” he yanked her by the waist and she yelped. (Y/N) hardly had time to hit the man as he was yanked off her. She tumbled to the ground, and watched as Bucky hit the man over and over again. Noticing how hard the punches were she pulled herself up and ran to where Bucky was.
“Bucky!” He didn’t turn around. He held the man’s collar and pulled his hand back to punch him again. “Bucky! Bucky!” (Y/N) ran and touched his shoulder, “James.” This time he turned around. Letting the man go.
She saw how his eyes and his face were different, she tentatively touched his cheek, “James, come back to me darling. Come back to me.” She rubbed his cheek affectionately, “I’m here, just come back to me, please.”
His gaze softened, and he cupped the hand that was on his cheek.
Bucky was sure that (Y/N) would have ran away, fleeing as she saw the side of him he desperately never wanted anyone to see, especially her. But all she did was hold his hand, nodding to Steve and took him outside leading him to the car.
Once they were in the safety of the complex, (Y/N) opened Bucky’s door and pulled him in. “Are you okay?”
He didn’t answer, instead he fell to his knees. (Y/N) knelt down and pushed back his hair, “Buck?”
“I’m sorry,” it was soft and she could hardly hear him but at the same time she could hear it clearly, the emotion; the heartbreak, anger and sadness.
(Y/N) launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, squeezing him tighter as each second passed by. Once they broke apart she looked at him, “Never, ever apologize for that. Never apologize for that James.”
“I let him out, I never wanted to let him out.”
She could have burst out crying at how small he sounded. “No matter what, he will always be a part of you James, you can never erase him but,” she closed her eyes and shook her head. “Don’t ever be ashamed for something that you never did. You needed to be brainwashed, you needed a long time to transfer from James to the Winter Soldier. You’re not him.”
Bucky wrapped his arms around her, never letting her go, “You’re not him. You’re Steve’s Bucky, you’re my James, you’re our Barnes. Never forget that.” She gave him a kiss on the top of his head, “Even if you do, I’ll always be here to make you remember.”
“Always.” It was such a simple word but it was filled with so much more than it could possibly contain. He felt his heart open, and it all it took was one word for his walls to be tore down.
It was a casual day, there was nothing important. She was in her pyjamas, and he was in his gym clothes. Both of them sat at the kitchen counter, each eating their respective breakfast.
“What would you say if I asked you on a date doll?” He didn’t look at her, fear of her rejection.
She placed her spoon down, “I would say that it took you long enough James.” When he looked up he could see her smile, happiness radiating off her face.
He was Bucky before. He was known for charming the dames, being everyone’s friend and always being there for Steve. Then he was known as the Winter Soldier. He was adored. One of the greatest killing machines that HYDRA has ever created. He was feared.Then he was Barnes. Long gone was Bucky (though not for Steve, he would always be Bucky for Steve), buried underneath everything, and long gone was the Winter Soldier. He was Barnes and he was part of the Avengers. He was accepted. Finally, he was James. Her James to be exact. He was understood, loved and adored. She was the one person that managed to find him when he was so lost in the dark. She was the beacon in his life that he longed for, that he thought was long gone because of the atrocities that he committed.
But here she was, next to him, one of her arms carelessly tossed on his stomach, one under the pillow. As Bucky stroked her hair, she softly groaned and lifted her head. “Hey Buck, is it morning yet?”
He gave her a small smile. “No, not yet.” (Y/N) sat up and stretched, then with a grin she straddled him.
She grabbed his metal arm and fiddled with his fingers, “You know we could just etch the ring on your finger, I mean you won’t ever lose it that way.” (Y/N) leaned forward and laid on his chest.
He loved this position, mostly because he could feel her heartbeat. “I’m not you, doll, I mean how many times have you lost your ring?” He felt her lightly smack him, and he started running his hand down her back.
“Shut it, you love me.”
“Maybe I don’t.”
“You’re marrying me.”
“Eh,” he gave her a shrug and sat back up.
“Do I have to convince you that marrying me would be the greatest thing ever?” She grinded her hips against his, and smirked when he groaned.
“The greatest thing ever was meeting you doll,” he sat up and kissed her.
Bucky managed to find someone to break him out of his shell. A person who managed to keep the nightmares at bay, even on the rare occasions he had them she was there right by his side, brushing his hair back and whispering comforting words in his ear. He found the person that managed to love his past even when he couldn’t.
There was a rasp of knuckles against the glass window pane, and an unmistakable smile winked out at you in the darkness as you tiptoed towards the source. You grabbed at the wooden frame, sliding the window up and cocking your head silently at a mischievous looking Kai Parker. It was two in the morning and he was alert and awake as ever, wearing a jean jacket over an old tee with black skinnies, his dark converse covered in the dirt from your garden. He giggled with contempt when met with your exasperated expression, to which you shushed him with a signal of your finger to your lips. He rolled his eyes and extended his arm for a hand, even though he was very capable of getting in without your help.
“What are you doing here?” you said, closing the window after him and quickly shutting your bedroom door.
“Cute room,” he ignored you, looking at the white walls covered in a patchwork of photos and glowing string lights.
“Kai,” you urged.
“Is it so bad for me to want to see you?” he pouted with false sadness, lower lip jutting out as he gave you those blue puppy eyes.
“I thought we agreed on no more midnight visits,” you whispered, leaning your back against the door.
“It’s not midnight, it’s two in the morning, you’re welcome,” he winked.
You ran your hands across your face with an agitated shake of your head.
“Plus,” he winked, “I like coming now, when you look really cute in your pj’s.”
You dropped your hands and gave a snort at yourself, looking over your clothes; oversized white sweatshirt, battered blue knee socks that stretched up your legs, and a messy pony that stuck out here and there.
“You do, princess” he insisted, stepping closer, the distance of your bodies clearly bothering him. He pulled you in gently by the wrists, lips planting to your forehead before he brought his arms slinking back around your waistline.
“Kai,” you bit at the inside of your cheek, “you do remember I’m living with Elena, right? As in, Elena Gilbert who hates your guts? If she or anyone else finds out about us, can you imagine what that would get me into?!”
Kai’s plump lips spread into that familiar smirk, dimples lighting his cheeks, “so there’s an us?”
You rolled your eyes, but seeing Kai flash a patient and goofy smile, chuckled in defeat, “Yes, okay, fine, there’s an us.” But…I,” your smile faltered as you pieced together a troubling thought.
“What?” Kai said with sudden worry, “tell me.” He closed the gap between your bodies, knuckles coming up to stroke your cheek lightly.
“I love what we have, Kai. And I don’t want to lose it, but if we get caught…” you trailed off.
Kai froze, his expression going serious, blue eyes saddening,”Y/N.”
“Yeah?” you raised your head, eyes meeting with his, which he promptly pulled away, his jaw pulsating lightly.
“Answer me honestly,” he whispered to the wooden floor.
You nodded, trying to catch his gaze to no prevail.
“Are you embarrassed to be with me?” he said quietly.
Your eyebrows drew together in surprise, lips tilting down, “what?”
Kai’s expression was pained as he flickered his attention back up to you, “honestly,” he said again.
“No, no,” of course not,” you murmured, fingers coming up to graze his stubble and tilt his set jaw back up to your eyes. “Why would you say that?”
He sighed and chewed at his lower lip, releasing his hold around you.
“I don’t know, Y/N,” he sighed, voice low. “But I’m not ashamed of ‘what we have here,’ and clearly you are since we’ve been playing this game for weeks.”
You closed your eyes and turned away, pacing lightly as you formulated your next words.
“It’s not like that, Kai,” you breathed lamely.
“So then what? Why do we sneak around like this all the time, I-I hate it,” he stammered, shaking his head.
You stopped in your tracks, feet planting to the ground. You raised your head, and in the reflection of the glass window you could see Kai staring at you, blue eyes glistening and slender fingers twisting at his silver rings with worry.
“I want to…” he trailed off softly, his bright eyes meeting yours in the reflection.
“Want to what?” you stood your ground, heart hammering away.
“I want to hold your hand,” Kai whispered, approaching you from behind, his fingertips coming to graze lightly against yours, sending electricity through your blood.
“I want to tell you how beautiful you are,” he flushed rose, tracing a pattern against your opened palms.
“I want to bring you flowers,” he said, swishing his hand and plucking a yellow dandelion from the air before pushing your hair softly back to tuck it snugly behind your ear.
He stepped around to stand in front of you, both of his hands cupping your cheeks as he held your face in his hold, eyes darting over your features as you breathed in a shaky breath and lost yourself in his soft aroma of pines and spice.
“I want to kiss you,” he whispered, brushing his parted lips on the tip of your nose.
“I want to do all these things with you all the time, without having to feel scared, without having to hide how much I love you,” he said. “Because I do love you, with every beat of my dead heart, I love you.”
He stared at you, gaze intense, waiting for a response, but your words seemed frozen in your throat. He dropped his hands, taking a step back with a gulp, “but if you don’t feel like that…”
“I do,” you cut him off, taking him by the wrists and bringing him back to you. “I’m not scared to be caught because I’m scared of what people will think of me, I’m scared to get caught because I’m scared of what they’ll think of you. I couldn’t care less about judgement against myself, but if they found out, do you think they would be happy for us? I’m supposed to be ‘the good one’ you know, the one who always does the right thing, and you’re-”
“The psychopath,” he finished quietly.
“No, but you’re not,” you said, tilting his face to yours when he tried to turn. “You were outcast for something you couldn’t control, so you put these walls up because nobody would let you in. But I did. I saw a boy who was abandoned and abused to the point where no one could see him for what he was; the most clever, witty, charming, and compassionate guy I’ve had the privilege of falling in love with. But they don’t see that, and I hate it. I hate it because it means they would think you were a bad influence, because they would try and take you away from me, or hurt you, and I don’t ever want to think of a life without you in it, Malachai Parker.”
His lips trembled, tears escaping from his eyes and rolling across his sculpted cheeks.
“You love me?” he murmured, almost barely audibly, as if the thought alone was unbelievable to him.
You bounced onto your tip toes, catching his tears with little kisses before planting your lips softly against his own.
“With all my heart,” you smiled softly.
Kai smiled faintly, unable to speak as he practically flew into your arms, wrapping you in his embrace, arms firm around you as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, his hands gently pulling through your locks, cool rings brushing against your flesh.
“What’s wrong?” you said into his skin, eyes closed.
“I’m happy,” he assured, “I just don’t know how to show you how thankful I am.”
“For what?” you said, brushing your lips against his jaw.
“For you,” he said.
You blushed furiously and pecked him on the lips, “you can start by being my boyfriend.”
“I like the sound of that,” he smiled against your mouth.
“You sure? I didn’t scare you off just now?” you asked.
“I’m sure,” he said, squishing his nose against yours. “I’d do it all for you.”
Hi! Can you do like an enemies to lovers with reader x Eric coulter please! Can you make the reader kinda hyper and sassy please? Thank you so much!
Pairing: Eric Coulter x reader
you just had a short glance of him before you jumped into the moving train, you
knew exactly who he was. He looked different of course, way more muscles, the
black clothes, the tattoos, but you could still make him out easily.
There really wasn’t a reason as to why you weren’t the type of person who showed affection that often. Your parents were probably the most affectionate people out there, and it was pretty obvious that that gene wasn’t passed down to you. It wasn’t like you were incapable of hugging and giving cheek kisses… It was just that you preferred not to! It was as simple as that.
Harry, on the other hand, was definitely an affectionate person. Hugs? Yes! Kisses? Yes, please! He had no issues with affection and people were always confused as to why you two seemed to be compatible.
You and Harry had been dating for a while now, and you knew you loved him. He knew you loved him as well. The only problem was that you had never actually said ‘Hey, I love you!’ to him and it was genuinely bugging him. Harry had been trying his best to get you to utter those three words, but each time he’d try he’d end up with nothing. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t stop trying, though.
“Where’re you goin’?” Harry furrowed his brows after turning around to face you, eyes flickering down to the car keys in your hand. “I thought you were goin’ to spend the afternoon with me?”
“I know, I know. I just have to pick up a couple things from the supermarket, and then I promise you can have me for the rest of the day.” You smiled, walking over quickly to plant a kiss to Harry’s cheek. “I’ll be back before you know it!”
“Can’t you jus’ pick stuff up tomorrow? I’ll have meetings all day tomorrow… Not to mention, you know I’ll be on tour soon so you should be taking advantage of the free time that I have now!” Harry pouted, wrapping an arm around your waist to prevent you from walking away.
“Harry, I’ll only be an hour.” You sighed, wiggling yourself out of his death grip before pressing another kiss to his forehead. “How about I bring you back one of those green smoothies from that overpriced vegan place?” You teased, a grin growing on Harry’s face before he nodded excitedly. He did love a good green smoothie.
“A’right, fine. You drive a hard bargain but I’ll allow it. I’ll see you in an hour, then.”
“Mm… An hour and a half?” You smiled sheepishly, grabbing your purse off the kitchen countertop. Harry was silent for a moment before pursing his lips in thought.
“An hour and a half tops.” He scowled playfully, reaching out and intertwining his pinky with yours in a pinky promise.
“Fine. I’ll see you in a bit.” You hummed, already walking towards the front door. “Love you.”
“Yeah, love you t-” Harry froze upon realizing what you had just said. He immediately went into freak out/panic mode, his jaw dropping and his eyes popping wide open before he was sandwiching his head in between his hands and dragging them down his face. “Oh my god, holy fuck.” He breathed out, his heart pounding against his chest before what felt like a trillion butterflies exploded in his stomach.
“What was that?” You popped your head back in, raising a brow in curiosity. “I didn’t hear you, did you say something?”
“I love you!” Harry breathed out, his eyes practically twinkling with joy.
You lay sprawled across the couch at six in the evening, your hand loosely holding the heavy weight of your phone, which hadn’t buzzed for hours. It was your one year anniversary, and Ethan hadn’t so much as bothered to text you. You had drifted into an uneasy sleep when you heard pounding at the front door. Startled awake, you yawned wide and skipped over to the door, rubbing at your eyes as you pulled it open. Through your bleary vision you saw something red…roses?
“Hey, baby,” Ethan smiled brightly.
“E?!” you gasped, leaping into his open arms and burrowing your head into his shirt. Your legs came around his waist, his arms holding you tight as you sobbed into him, Ethan cooing softly and running his fingers through your hair.
“What are you doing here?” you whispered in astonishment as he placed you gingerly back on your feet.
“Surprising my beautiful girlfriend on our anniversary,” he said simply, brushing a thumb over your cheek and swiping off a tear.
“But, wh- I thought you forgot?! You didn’t talk to me the entire day, I-” you stumbled.
“Well, I didn’t want you to know what I was doing, it would’ve ruined it!” Ethan laughed, stepping through the door frame. He moved to the counter and set the roses gently down before turning to look you over.
You hadn’t moved.
“Awe,” Ethan whined, “Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you’d be so sad,” he said, extending his arms out for you.
You stepped numbly into his embrace, your head spinning.
“I can’t even begin to describe how awful today felt,” you whispered into the crook of Ethan’s neck. “I thought I did something wrong, I couldn’t figure it out, I thought you were thinking of leaving me…”
Ethan placed his cheek against your head, “I’m so sorry, (Y/N), I should’ve told y-”
Suddenly he stopped, his grip loosening momentarily.
“Ethan?” you said, pulling your head up and staring into his hazel eyes, which were fixated distinctly on something across the room.
“What did you do today?” he asked softly.
“I-why?” you said, taken aback.
“Just, tell me,” he murmured, his voice low.
“Um, I waited around for you to call this morning, and when I realized it wasn’t happening, a friend came over and spent a couple hours with me. I had to take my mind off, well, you,” you spoke truthfully.
“Did anyone else come?” Ethan asked, releasing you, and moving towards the couch.
“No? Why? Ethan, what’s going on?”
Ethan scooped low and spun around, holding out a men’s jacket, his jaw clenched in frustration.
“Want to tell me the truth this time?” he said, barely audibly.
Your cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment, “I did. Seriously Ethan, nothing happened.”
“Let me guess,” Ethan said, tossing the jacket down in disgust. “This ‘friend’ of yours came over when he heard we were having problems, that he came to ‘consolidate’ you.”
“Wha-yeah, but that was it, we ate food and watched TV, nothing else,” you said, starting to feel irritated.
Ethan made a move towards you, his hands coming flying to your wrists as he pulled your face close to his.
“God,” he muttered in frustration, his nostrils flaring in anger, “Don’t you see it?”
Your voice trembled as you shook your head pathetically, your grip on reality spinning as you drowned in his overpowering scent.
“I can’t leave you alone, not like this,” he growled softly.
“Ethan, please,” you begged, trying to pry his fingers off of you.
“You don’t understand,” he started, “what it’s going to be like for me when I leave now. The thought that some other guy is going to have his dirty hands all over my girlfriend, the thought of you letting him, the fact that I won’t be there to even stop it, it’s going to consume me, (Y/N).”
“Ethan,” you snapped suddenly, pulling his hands off your wrists, “are you hearing yourself right now?! This guy is just my friend, and even if he tried doing anything I would never let it happen! But the fact that you think I would…t-that hurts.” you said, taking a step back.
“I don’t know, (Y/N),” he sighed in exasperation, “I believe you now, but I’m going to be gone for months, which is more than enough time for someone else to see what I see in you and take advantage of the fact that you’re all alone!”
“You’re all alone.”
…You’re all alone
And you were.
You were all alone.
Your mouth fell open, your eyes brimming with salty tears as you shook your head in pain, your lower lip trembling. Ethan realized his mistake, but it was too late.
“(Y/N),” he begged softly, “I didn’t mean-”
“No,” you stopped him, “I get it, and you’re right. You wanted to go on tour with Grayson, and despite the fact that it meant my presence would be replaced with that of thousands of lovesick girls, I still supported you all the while. Because you see, I thought that if you could be apart from me, that I could make the sacrifice too. But you’re right…you have Grayson, & you’re fans, and I have nobody.”
“Baby, I’m sorry,” he gulped nervously, taking a step closer.
A crystal droplet rolling down your cheek, you extended your arm, preventing him from coming any closer, “Don’t.”
“Just, let me-” he begged, his dark locks falling over his forehead.
“We knew the risk we were taking when we decided to stay together despite the tour,” you said, your eyes fluttering closed. “You can’t even begin to imagine how much I hurt without you.”
“I know, (Y/N), believe me, I know. And you’ve been so brave, and so strong…” he replied.
“Have I, though?!” you cut him off, your eyes opening to meet Ethan’s somber gaze. “I break, a little bit more, every day. I cry myself to sleep, wishing you were next to me. I get anxious wondering how much better you are without me. But then I stop, and I remember how happy you are, and that is the only thing that’s been keeping me going. But it’s great to know that you think I would stoop low enough to turn on you after everything we’ve been through,” you gasped, your last few words coming out through a sob, the taste of your own tears prominent as they slipped between your lips.
Ethan took in a deep breath, his jaw clenched.
You looked him up and down, anger bubbling steadily in your chest.
“Tell me you trust me enough to walk out this door right now, knowing nothing bad will happen,” you hissed quietly, “and I’ll forgive you.”
Ethan’s chest shook softly as he opened his eyes, which were brimming with moisture. His skin glowed under the fluorescent lighting, his lips parted, “I-I want to…”
You shook your head, your arm dropping in defeat, “but you can’t.”
Ethan looked at you with such sadness that it took everything you had to utter your next words, “get out.”
He shook his head frantically, tears rolling down his cheeks, “no,” he pleaded.
“No,” he said with more force this time. “I’m not done.”
“Well I am,” you said, turning your back and walking away from him to hide your immense pain. “I’m done, Ethan.”
“Done with-” he began.
“Done with us,” you finished, holding back the tears that clawed for freedom behind your shut eyelids.
“Wha-” he said, taken aback, “No…no.”
You only shook your head.
“No, I-I can’t,” his voice cracked, his hands coming over his face, “please don’t do this, please don’t.”
“It was a mistake thinking we could do this. I didn’t want to let you go, so I held on to this alternate reality where we were happy, but I should have let go already…” you whispered. “It’s more than just a stupid jacket, Ethan. I’ve been holding you back from doing what you love.”
“No,” he said again, his hand on your shoulder, “please, j-just, talk to me.”
You turned around, your eyes opening, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.
“E, if you care about me, you’ll leave,” you said, staring into the fabric of his tee.
“Look me in the eyes, and tell me you want me to go,” he murmured, his fingers brushing your loose hairs behind your ear. Just the touch of his fingers was enough for you to almost take it all back. You looked into his unblinking hazel eyes, which were inches from your own.
“I want you to go,” you said, your voice unwavering.
You could see his heart shattering into a million pieces, right in that moment.
He turned to move towards the door, and you had to face away to prevent yourself from stopping him. There was the sound of footsteps clacking on the wooden floor, and then the door slamming loudly shut. You raised your head, stunned to see Ethan still standing there.
“No,” he said bluntly, his sadness replaced by anger, “not until I get to talk.”
He advanced on you so quickly that you went stumbling back, your backside hitting the wall.
“I’m not giving up on us,” he growled, pulling close to you.
“This isn’t your choice to make-” you breathed.
He took a final step, his two hands making contact with the wall, his arms caging you in. You could feel his breath on your face, and your heart faltered, your head turning to avoid his eyes.
“You’re right,” he said, “it’s our choice. We’re supposed to figure this out together.”
“Nothing you say will be able to change the truth,” you whimpered, “this isn’t working. We keep trying to hold onto something that’s already gone.”
“DON’T SAY THAT,” he yelled his fists slamming so hard into the wall that you flinched and began crying again.
You turned to look at him through your bleary vision, “Ethan…”
“Why is it so easy for you to throw this all away?” he hissed, his nostrils flaring.
“Ethan,” you begged, your chest rattling.
“TELL ME,” he demanded, his eyes growing dark, his chest pressing into yours.
You gasped out for air, embracing the tears that came, “IT’S NOT,” you screamed. “I-it hurts…” You sunk to the floor, hitting the ground and burrowing your head between your knees, your cheeks wet. A silence hung in the air, broken only by the sound of your muffled cries.
You knew he was still there, you just knew it.
You blinked at Ethan, crouched in front of you, his lips bent downwards in sadness. He slowly raised the back of his hand to your cheek, his knuckles brushing lightly against your skin, the feeling causing your heart to miss a beat. His hand trailed upwards, his thumb brushing your tears quickly off before skimming across your face and tracing your features softly. Eventually, his thumb came to your lower lip, where he tugged ever so gently. You raised your eyes to his, hating yourself for how much control he had over you. He moved in slowly, his head tilting as his lips gently made contact with yours. A single tear trailed down his bronzed cheek and onto your lips. His right hand held your face firmly to his, his chest heaving softly as he held you like that, and all the time in the world would not have been enough for how long you wanted to stay in his hold. He pulled back a long moment later, his hand falling to his side, his head drooping in understandment.
“What was that?” you whispered.
You could feel him moving away, but you couldn’t bear to watch him leave your side. A moment later, his voice came, barely audibly, from across the room.
“When was the first time you realized you loved me?” Your actions froze as the unexpected question slipped past Harry’s lips before you were turning to glance at your boyfriend.
“Where’s this coming from?” You snorted lightly, shaking off the initial surprise and continuing to chop up the vegetables you were using to make stir-fry. The knife bit into the carrot, your brows knitting together in concentration as you thought about the question while trying not to slice your fingers open.
To be completely honest, you had never really been an affectionate person. You hated being hugged, you hated being touched, you hated seeing couples get all gross and cuddly with each other in public - Which was one of the reasons why everyone was confused about why you and Harry ended up together. If there was an award for being the most affectionate, Harry would definitely win it. Now, just because you weren’t an affectionate person didn’t mean you weren’t friendly! You were charming and extremely witty the first time Harry met you, and he found it endearing whenever you’d crack a joke or make a sarcastic comment about something.
“I was jus’ wondering. I told you about when I first realized I loved you, so it’s only fair that you tell me your version!” Harry shrugged, setting his phone down and adjusting his seat slightly as he watched your back.
The first time Harry realized he loved you, the two of you were watching a nature documentary on whales. He hadn’t really been paying attention to the film, his eyes flicking over to you every once in a while just because he loved looking at you. He loved the way your brows stitched together when you were focusing on the screen, he loved the way your nose twitched which resulted in you looking like a little bunny… But the thing that really made his heart melt was when you quietly mimicked the sound of a whale’s call to yourself, bursting into giggles after doing so. Absolutely adorable.
The first ‘I love you’ came from Harry, obviously. It was an early Sunday morning, the two busy making breakfast in the kitchen. Well, it was more like Harry was sitting by the counter and you were busy with the waffle maker. (You liked taking control in the kitchen so Harry really didn’t have a choice.)
“Can you put some-”
“Bananas and a dollop of whipped cream on the side?” You cut Harry off, turning to set his plate of waffles down on the counter before your lips tugged up in a small smile. “Just the way you like them.”
“I love you.” Harry hadn’t even realized he said it until he saw the smile drop from your face, your eyes widening in surprise. Your lips parted as if you were about to say something before you turned back swiftly to see if your waffles were ready yet. The silence he received in return pretty much confirmed the fact that you didn’t feel as strongly as he did about you, his heart dropping to his stomach as he quickly dug into the waffles while keeping his head down. Fuck, he was humiliated. He’d never felt so upset in his entire life, and he even began scolding himself in his mind when he felt his eyes well up with hot tears. And then he heard you speak.
“I, um, I really, really like you.” It wasn’t an ‘I love you’, but he’d take it.
Now, the first time you said ‘I love you’ was a surprise to Harry. He knew it took time for you to get used to someone, he knew how awkward you got with lovey-dovey business, so when those three little words slipped out of your mouth… He felt like he was dreaming.
“I guess that’s fair. The first time I realized I loved you… Hm.” You paused, wiping your hands on your apron. You kind of already knew that you loved him from the start… It just took a while for you to wrap your head around the thought of ‘I love you’ rolling off your tongue.
“Fuck, I didn’t even realize I was running so late!” Harry hissed, stumbling over the rug as he attempted to put a shoe on with one hand. He had a super important meeting regarding the embryonic stages of his debut album, and he was already ten minutes late.
“I know, I’m sorry I didn’t check the time!” You winced, reaching up to scratch the back of your neck. You were in such a comfortable position with Harry, and a part of you wanted to stay cuddled up together. Just knowing that you got to wake up to seeing his face, to hear his voice, to feel his touch made your heart flutter. (A very odd feeling. You had never felt that way before and WebMD told you that you were in the beginning stage of having a heart attack, which wasn’t very reassuring.) Also, you had kind of forgotten his meeting was today. But he didn’t need to know that. “I promise I’ll make it up to you!”
“It’s alright, love. It’s not your fault, you’ve got nothing to apologize for. I’m the one who wanted a quick snuggle before work.” Harry wheezed, out of breath from just slipping into his boots and his coat. He opened the front door, ready to leave before he realized he didn’t even have his car keys. “Where are my-”
“Here!” The car keys jingled slightly as you handed them over to Harry, Harry thanking you before leaning in and planting a kiss on your cheek.
“Promise I’ll be home in a couple hours!” Harry puffed out, beginning to trot down the front steps as quickly as possible.
“Okay, I love you.”
“Yeah, I lo-” Harry immediately paused in place before whipping around to look at you. Was he dreaming? Maybe he was hallucinating or something. That protein shake he had earlier did taste a little funky. “You- You what?” And that’s when you began malfunctioning.
“What? I didn’t- I didn’t say anything.” You cleared your throat, feeling heat rise to your cheeks and your heart beginning to pound. Oh, god. Why would you say it now? He was in a rush and now was the time you decided it’d be a good idea to hit Harry with an ‘I love you’?? “I mean, I don’t know- I didn’t, uh, I said I’ll see you later! Yeah, that’s what I said.”
“Say it again,” Harry demanded quietly, already making his way back up to you, a smile beginning to grow on his face.
“I didn’t-” You hid your face in the crook of Harry’s neck as he pulled you into a tight squeeze. This was humiliating. You were never going to say that again!
“Y/N, say it again.” He breathed out, pulling you away from him gently before reaching up to cup your cheek. “I need t’ make sure I’m not crazy.”
“I… I love… I love you.”
“Kind of went off in the ‘first time I said I love you’ direction but it’s sort of the same thing. But, yeah. I knew I loved you from the moment we met, as cheesy as that sounds.” You shrugged, already feeling gross and icky from the amount of affection that was floating around in the air.
“Really?” Harry smiled fondly, a soft smile gracing his features. You nodded before turning back to continue with the carrot that had barely been chopped up. “Can you say it?”
“You know what I mean, silly.” Harry couldn’t help but giggle as you muttered a sheepish ‘I love you’ under your breath.
“Anyways, that’s the only time you’ll hear this story, so- Ah!” You shrieked in surprise when you were suddenly swept off your feet, letting out an ‘oof’ as Harry tossed you over his shoulder with a laugh. “What the hell do you think you’re doing??” You snorted, yelping as Harry delivered a smack to your bum.
“Can’t a man give his girlfriend a little loving before dinner?”
a/n: ok im super nervous about this one. i was requested to do a daddy smut w joker so ill try :) and let me tell you what this joker is like, he’s passionate here about.. making love sooo yeah AND he’s not 100000% maniacal, just a little bit of a maniac. here it goes
a/n: update - im eating a banana rn :D
characters: Jared Leto!Joker, Reader
warnings: smut, swearing, daddy kink
Ever since the encounter with Mr. J two weeks ago, he was the only thing on my mind. How unfair, I get him as my only thought subject while he gets to have other things on his mind. Like… His business, Batman, police, his henchmen and other problems. I bet he doesn’t think about me at all. But God do I hope he does. What am I to him? A maid? A fuck toy? No thanks. He said he had a liking in me, does that mean I mean something more to him than just sex? I hope.
Well, I can’t hope for that. We can’t have feelings for each other, that would be wrong - he’s my boss. If he uses me just for sex - that would partly be acceptable. No, no that wouldn’t be. Jesus, what’s gotten into me lately? Have I caught feelings for him? Him?
If we could keep it as just sex, it would save heartbreak for everyone. I wouldn’t be complaining. I’m not complaining, the sex was just… wow. The best I’ve had. And, it was the only time for me and him. Did he not like me in bed? What if I was bad at it? Oh my God, I hope not.
Every day I was longing for his touch, but the only thing I received was looks and orders. This was really frustrating me. He was so complicated, I couldn’t figure him out in any way. I guess that was his goal. To be mysterious and unpredictable, closed to everyone around. Mr. J was giving me a hard time.
I was cleaning the boss’s own bedroom - which didn’t need much cleaning, but I cleaned it anyway cause there was nothing else to do - when I heard an echo of a door being shut. He must have come back from business. I heard shouts that seemed like happy ones echoing through the house, but just kept cleaning. Guess Mr. J had successful business today.
I spotted a gun on the floor and bent to pick it up.It was quite heavy. I hoped my uniform didn’t go up too high because if someone walked in, there would be quite a funny situation. I reached the gun and picked it up, straightening my posture so it would be more comfortable for me to look at it. It was-
“I would prefer the other position, doll.” I heard him speak from far behind me. My body froze, not knowing what to do. I had just picked up his gun. Oh my God, I’m so dead. Had he been watching me? I was so scared I couldn’t even think of what to say, I couldn’t move an inch. Okay, whatever happens, happens.
My breathing was heavy and quiet as I heard him walk up to me from behind and put his firm hands on my hips. What was happening?
“Be a good girl for Daddy and put that thing down, baby girl.” Mr. J spoke lowly and dominantly in my ear, his breath tingling my skin. I swear, my heart almost jumped out of its cage. I was scared, but also turned on a bit. Wait, did he ask me to put it back? But that would mean bending over again. I could just put it on the night stand. Yeah, let’s go with that option. I slowly, with my body shaking, bent forward and put the small weapon on the night stand, with his grip on me tight.
“Oh baby,” he almost moaned in my ear. “Obedient today, are we?” He said as I bent back up. He pulled me even closer to his front and I could feel his boner through the fabrics of our clothing (a/n: gOD HELP ME I HAVENT WRITTEN SMUT IN LIKE A YEAR SHBSH I FEEL LIKE IM SINNING). I sucked in a sharp breath at the realisation that he was turned on by me. Wait, was it me? Oh my God what’s happening. “Not talking, either?” He asked and laughed lowly. He was turning me on, christ.
Suddenly Mr. J turned me around to face him and pull our bodies even closer, if that was possible at this point. I finally saw him for the first time today and we were finally as close to each other as last time. He looked pretty good, his shirt was unbuttoned at the top, showing a bit of his pale chest and tattoos and he had a slight smirk on his face. My mouth unvoluntarily fell agape at the sight before me.
“Do you like what you see, doll?” He said and raised my chin up to him with his hand. His eyes were focused on my face, as if searching my features. “C'mon, talk to me. You haven’t said a word.”
“Y-yes, sir, I-”
“It’s Daddy to you now.” He butted in.
“Yes, D-daddy,” I hesitated a bit. I know I was quite young to be working here - I finished high school a year ago, and he was a few years older than me, but his ‘daddy’ fetish was a little weird. “I j-just-”
“You look like something’s bothering you, can you tell Daddy what’s wrong?”
Can I? I mean, it has to do with him. Nah, I won’t let my self-consciousness ruin this perfect moment.
“It’s n-nothing, nothing’s bothering me, Daddy.”
“Really? Are you not lying to me, baby girl?”
“I love how it sounds when you say it.” Joker growls at me, making me shiver. His left hand makes its way up my back and soon he’s holding the back of my neck tightly, making me gasp.
He pulls my face closer to his and connects our lips. Oh, so that’s what’s happening. I hesitate at first, but then put my hands around his neck and kiss him back. The way he kissed me was… with power, force and lust. I loved the combination.
I moaned when he bit down on my lower lip with his metal teeth, there was more pleasure than pain. He grunted with a smirk and untied the bow that was holding my uniform together and threw it somewhere on the floor. I kicked off my heels before he pulled down my tights, all while our lips moved in sync.
Joker pulled away abruptly, making me whine at the loss of contact. He then tightened his grip on my neck and I got it as my que to be quiet.
“Now, baby girl,” he said, moving his hands to my back, “I’m gonna lay you down.” He said and did as promised, slowly, almost teasingly, laying my back first down on his bed. The covers felt like silk against my bare thighs, they were so soft. Joker leans back up and removes his… armory. He looked great from this point of view. He looked good from every angle, actually.
“You know,” he starts speaking matter-of-factly, ”you’re lucky I’m in a good mood today. Business went really well, so I’ve got nothing to be angry about. And to come home to such a great view of baby girl cleaning up… makes my day even better.” He finished, opening the lower buttons of his shirt.
“Aren’t you lucky to have me here, all just for you, Daddy?” I asked in a sweet voice, trying to ignore the hundred questions in my mind.
“Of course I am, my dear doll.” He said before getting on the bed and situating himself above me. “But now… it’s time to play a little bit.” He said, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. “What do you say?”
“Sure, Daddy.” I said barely above a whisper. Joker showed me his wicked smile and leaned down to kiss me again. I loved how rough, but soft his lips were, I loved the feeling of them. Mr. J’s hips pressed down on mine and his hands moved up to push my dress off of me. Once it was over my head, he threw it somewhere behind us. Now he was fully clothed with his purple shirt hanging on his torso and I was in only my black matching underwear.
Joker then sat up straight and his eyes raked over my body, mine watching him intently.
“We’ve got something beautiful here.” He stated loudly with a lustful smile. “Aren’t you beautiful, my dear?” He asked rethorically and I couldn’t help but to giggle and bite my lip. I watched as his face lowered down to my neck and he started slowly leaving rough kisses on my skin. I moaned as he traced his lips down my body, the valley of my breasts and he stopped at the middle of my tummy.
“Look at me, doll.” He said quite sternly. I opened my eyes and looked down at him staring at me, his chin resting on my stomach. “Tell me what you want.” He said. He then turned his head so his cheek was on my stomach and his hands were resting under my body. “What do you want… What do you want… What do you want… Tell me, tell me, tell me…” he said, playing with the skin of my back.
“What re the options, Daddy?” I asked, in a half-moan. This all was turning me on so badly I just wanted him to take me right there, right now.
“Well… we could always just go with the boring option… or we could play games… or I could use my fingers, lips or any toy to make you, doll, pleased.” He said with joy filled eyes. “Today’s your day, baby girl. Daddy’s already happy, and he’ll be even more happy if his doll is.” He finished and I smiled at him. “So make your choice, darling.”
“Oh, Daddy, I would love to have your fingers work wonders on me…” I moaned out.
“Beg for it, baby girl.”
“Oh, please, please, please, Daddy, I want your fingers so bad.” I whined, shutting my eyes closed. “Daddy, please.”
“You sound desperate, doll, so…” He rose up in a sitting position, straddling the sides of my hips. “I will give you what you want.” Mr. J said, tracing his fingers all over my face, moving them just the way to arouse me. I bet my panties were so wet it was visible. Jesus Christ, the things this man made me feel…
His fingers moved down to my neck, then to my bra covered chest, kneading and touching it perfectly. Where has he been? He knows how to please a woman so well. He ripped my bra in half and threw it away. Multiple moans left my mouth, getting louder each time.
“Yes, baby, be loud, I love to hear you.” Joker encouraged me, moving his fingers further down my body and stopping just above my underwear. “Where do you want my fingers, doll?” He teased, tracing the line of my underwear with his fingers. “Do you want them…” he said, suddenly cupping my heat and making my back arch up from his bed. “There? Would that be okay with you?” Joker leaned in close to my face, his other hand supporting my back, so we were both sitting up. I put my arms around his neck. “Speak.” He growled.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” I managed to choke out. “Right there.” I said just before Joker pressed on my underwear, beginning to trace circles after. “Daddy, that feels s-so good….” I moaned out, dipping my fingers into his skin. He teased my center before moving my underwear to the side and continuing his work without a fabric bothering. “Daddy, please….”
“What? What is it?” Joker asked. “You don’t like it if I tease you, huh? You don’t like that?” He asked with a fake pout on his lips.
“M-more, please, Daddy…” I begged. I bet there was a satisfied smirk on his face, but I didn’t see. His finger entering me had my eyes closed shut and mouth wide open, high pitched moans leaving it. “Oh, yes…” I sighed in pleasure, only to be interrupted when he added another finger, nearly reaching my G-spot. I almost screamed when he did that, it was more of like a scream and a moan mixed together. Mr. J began to circle them both around in me, bringing me closer to my release any second.
“Are you going to cum on my fingers like the naughty girl you are?” He huskily spoke in my ear, making me near my orgasm even faster. “Go on, do it. Come all over Daddy’s fingers, baby.” He spoke and that was all it took. My body shook, if I hadn’t been holding onto his neck, I’d probably hit the bed hard. With many moans and Mr. J holding me, I finally came to my release.
“Baby, that was wonderful.” He spoke with an audible smirk. I opened my eyes and looked at him, he raised his fingers in my view and licked them clean, humming. “You taste so sweet. I wish I could taste more of you, but not tonight…” Joker said and then leaned forward and kissed me… passionately? It must be a hallucination from the mind-blowing orgasm I just had. With as much energy as I had left, I kissed him back, being laid back down on the mattress under Joker’s body. “Now, baby girl, I hope you can take one more.”
“Of course I can, Daddy.” I replied with a smile. “I can do anything for you.”
“Perfect.” He says and connects our lips again. Joker’s hands then reached down to his pants to unzip them. Soon enough the only thing he was wearing was the shirt, which barely covered anything except his arms. He pulled my panties down my legs and leant back over me. My hands slithered on his chest, reaching under the shirt and tugging it off. Mr. J quickly took it off himself, showing me the whole glory, aka his body. God, he was truly something. I ran my hands over both of his biceps, admiring how strong they were, he was. All his tattoos looked so good on his white skin, it was a total contrast.
“Doll, you’ll have another time to analyze my body, but it’s not now.” Joker spoke, aligning himself with my entrance. “I believe we have something better to do now, don’t we?” He said before pushing all the way in, making me yelp out loudly. I had forgot how roughly gentle he was during sex, god… I loved it. I loved everything about him.
“Please, faster..” I moaned out. Soon enough I got what I wanted, Joker and me both moaning in sync. He kissed down my neck while pounding into me like there was no tomorrow, totally leaving a hickey here and there.
“Are you close, baby?” He whispered lowly.
“I am now…” I said.
“Are you going to cum for the second time tonight, doll?” He teased, knowing just how to speak to get me cum sooner. “Aren’t you a naughty little slut for Daddy?”
“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” It was so hard to speak while he was so deep in me, he was already touching my G-spot again. “Can you p-please go.. Ah! Deeper…” I asked, knowing it’d hurt a bit, but it would be worth it. Joker pushed harder, deeper into me, stretching me out a bit more than before. A string of moans came past my lips when he went probably balls deep in me, and it felt so amazing. “I’m s-so, so close, Daddy…” I moaned out, pulling him closer to me and scratching my nails against the skin of his back.
“Cum, baby, cum for me…” He said shakily, shooting his load in me just as I came undone. My legs were shaking and we were both sweating and breathing heavily. He pulled his member out of me and collapsed on the bed next to me. Now one thing I knew about him was that he couldn’t let anyone see him defeated or just… done in general. But he looked quite exhausted now, beaten down.
J looked at me and turned my face in his direction by grabbing my chin. My eyelids were dropping close already, I could barely see him in front of me.
“Rest, my doll.” He said. “You did amazing.” Him kissing my lips was the last thing I felt before totally blacking out.
a/n: i fINISHED IT OMG YES AHAHHAHAH I AM SO WRITING THE NEXT MORNING TOMORROW MUHAHAHAHH THANKS FOR READING I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH REBLOG AND LIKE IF YOU NEED HOLY WATER I HOPE ITS NOT AS BAD AS I THINK IT IS
You stood in your closet with your hands on your hips desperately trying to figure out what to wear. It amazed you at how you had a closet full of clothes but yet you couldn’t decide on anything.
The nerves that you had building up was probably the thing hindering you the most from getting ready. You were supposed to go on a coffee date with a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent that you met through Tony. It was casual but you still felt a little iffy about it all. It had been a while since you had been on a date.
You reluctantly had Stark set you up with a guy he thought would click with you. He told you some stuff about him and he seemed like he was a nice enough guy.
A/N: Sorry this took forever to get up. I had to rewrite it. It’s not as smutty as I’d liked it to be but I’ll write another one later that more smut. love ya xx
Request: yes, by several people.
“You ready for this?” The Sheriff asked me as we stood in front of the door to Derek’s loft. I could feel him looking at me but my eyes were glued to the large metal door. On the other side was Stiles. Only it wasn’t really Stiles. As Kira’s mother liked to put he was void. More specifically he was possessed my a thousand year old fox spirit with a hankering for strong emotions. In a nutshell, everything about Stiles was Stiles except the only part that matter, his mind. I tore my gaze from the door and it landed on Mr.Stilinski. How do I answer? One of my best friends was in there.
“Are you?” I asked genuinely. He only look at me with eyes of uncertainty. I nodded and took a deep breath. I placed my hand on the handle and slid the heavy door open. Stiles was standing in the center of the loft in different clothes then the ones he’d worn to Echin House, which was the last time I’d seen him. His skin was more pale than usual, and the circles under his eyes made it seem like he’d never known sleep. The Sheriff moved closer to his son, producing a pair of handcuff and dangling them. I trailed behind him, being sure not to get to close.
“You’re going to handcuff me?” Stiles said and it was unsure whether this was really him or not.
“If any part of my son is still in there, he’ll let me. Because he knows I’m here to protect him from himself and others.”
The boy held up his hands together so the Sheriff could place the cuffs on him. As his father did so, Stiles looked past his father to me. I froze not expecting to be noticed, and stared directly in his eyes trying not to show fear. He pursed his lips into a dark smile, and it was clear the boy I loved wasn’t there. I’d never admitted I loved him to anyone before including him, and I was afraid I never would get the chance now.
“You’re not my son.” Sheriff Stilinski gritted. The Nogitsune smiled wider and broke the handcuffs, they swiveled off his wrist on to the ground. Derek, Chris Argent, and Allison all were standing close by waiting incase Plan A went awry. As if on cue, they appeared in the threshold of the door. Derek bent down on a knee changing from human to wolf form in the process. Chris and Allison were both wielding their weapon of choice. I’d been offered a gun and even a knife, but not being experienced with either, I declined. Allison attacked first, pointing a stun gun at Stiles and shooting. The point of this rendezvous was to capture not kill. Unfortunately, the Nogitsune had powers we weren’t aware of. He grabbed the prongs, even though electricity bolted through them, and whipped the weapon from her fingers. Derek attacked next without warning, so quick and agile I was sure he’d catch Stiles off guard. I was proven wrong, when Derek’s arm was twisted, then he was slammed into a nearby table, and thrown into an adjacent wall. Stiles shifted his head to me with an obscure smile, I stepped back a little frightened. Before he could make a move, Argent was in front of him with a gun pointed at him. The corner of Stiles mouth perked up before he turned to his father a fear stricken look on his face.
“Dad? Daddy? He’s going to shoot me! Don’t let him shoot me!” He cried.
Argent didn’t budge saying he’d killed many supernatural creatures before, a Nogitsune would just be another. Father Stilinski drew his gun on Argent. A verbal fight broke up amongst the team. I covered my ears with my hands trying to block out everyone’s voice. It was so chaotic, and as I thought the words I knew this was his doing. He was feeding off it. Allison and I had the same thought and she spoke before I did. She yelled over them to stop, and they did just as the sunset outside.
“This is what he wants.” She barked at them, no one lowered their firearm.
“Not exactly.” He smirked. “I was kind of hoping Scott would be here. But I’m glad you all have your guns out, because you’re not here to kill me.“ He paused. Just as he did, the room seemed a little off. A second later, we learned why. The Oni surfaced into the room, two in front of Sheriff and Argent. And two near the entrance where Derek and Allison now stood. By accident I was in the middle of them, and to my misfortune Void Stiles sunk in with me. Sheriff Stilinksi attack first firing his weapon, Allison and Derek followed, and lastly Chris whose gun stalled delaying him. Frightened by the presence of the Oni, I didn’t even notice Stiles slip his hand into mine. Only when an Oni blade missed Allison and almost hit me, causing me to curl into Him did I realize how close we were. I peered into his eyes, looking for a trace of the trickster. But only saw Stiles’s beautiful amber eyes shining down.
“Stiles?” I asked hesitatingly and he nodded reassuringly. I smiled only to be confused when something fabric covered my mouth and a haziness washed over me. Last thing I remember was his voice low and raspy.
“Never trust a fox.”
I faded into darkness.
When I regained consciousness, I was cold. A bone chilling cold almost as if I was outside. I could tell I was laying on some sort of cushion, but I was still a bit hazy and couldn’t make out much more. Several minutes later, after the cloudiness left my brain, I saw where I was. I was laying on an old blue couch that smelt vaguely of bleach and old people. The ceiling was cement except for two grated sections off to the right. A light shined in through the small holes and I recognized it as the moonlight making sense why it was so cold.
“Morning Angel.” His voice startling me. Stiles sat on the arm of the couch, and looked at me over his shoulder with a devilish smirk. I hadn’t noticed him sitting there before, and I wasn’t entirely sure that he had been. It was dark in the cold room and I could only see him though the faint moon light coming from above.
“Stiles?” I rasped, my voice getting used to working again.
He scoffed. “Wouldn’t that be a happy ending?”
No, it was void Stiles. Suddenly, the words resurfaced in my brain. ‘Never trust a fox.’ He’d convinced me with just a look in Derek’s loft that he was Stiles. How could I have been so naive?
“Why have you brought me here?” I demanded.
“Now, Y/N.” He chuckled standing and strolling over to me. I scooted further into the couch knowing there was no way out. “I can’t give away all of my secrets. But you know Stiles has many, would you like to know some?”
“Stop.” I whispered.
“Like how he had sex with Malia Tate on this very couch.” He pointed down to the couch. The news was a blow, I’d always imagined being Stiles first. My heart sank a little at the thought.
“Stop.” I said sternly again try to stay strong.
“Or how he’s kissed Lydia before, and constantly thinks about doing it again.” Another blow to my heart.
“Stop!” I screamed.
He bent down leaning his face close to mine and smiled. “Does the thought of Stiles fucking someone else discourage you? Is it because you love him?”
Rage boiled through me, I hated the fact he could see right through me. I couldn’t control myself and I smacked the boy in front of me across the face. His head was thrown to the side from the blow. When he turned back to me, he had a cold look in his eyes. My breathing was uneven from a mixture of fear and anger. As I stared back at Him, I saw something else in his eyes. Something I hadn’t seen until now. Unexpectedly, he rammed his lips into mine. I pushed him away confused by the act. My lips tingled with the feeling of his on mine. I kept him at arms length, my hand still gripping his shirt. I couldn’t get the thought that I’d just kissed Stiles out of my head. I knew it wasn’t really Stiles, but physically it was.
“Do you know what the Nogistunes feed off on?” he whispered.
“Chaos. Pain. Strife.” I listed.
“Mainly.” he agreed. “We feed on much more. We’re all hungry, Angel.” He pushed past my failed attempt at holding him back, and leaned into my ear.
“I feed off lust and desire. Like your desire for Stiles. Or your lust for me to fuck you right here.”
I wanted to admit his was wrong, that I didn’t want him near me. But he began to run his hand up my thigh and a current ran through my core.
“You can’t resist me.” He taunted in my ear, before ghosting his lips over my neck.
I closed my eyes and found myself urning for him. I clenched my jaw.
“S-stop.” I stuttered.
“Hm?” He hummed against my neck.
My heart was racing, I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t give in, but I couldn’t help it. His lips finally connected with my neck instantly hitting a sweet spot, making me moan. I dug my fingers into the couch, trying not enjoy this. Trying not to reach out from him, I couldn’t give him what he wanted. I had to be strong. But he withdrew from my neck, and collided his lips with mine. Without hesitation, I kissed him back. He climbed on to the couch with me his body hovering over mine, and my fingers reached for the hem of his shirt. He pulled away allowing me to pull it off him. He grabbed the collar of my t-shirt and ripped in half making me gasp, I hadn’t been wearing a bra and my boobs were instantly exposed.
“Stiles is missing out.” he grinned.
His words angered me and I pulled him into another kiss biting on his lower lip hard. This only seemed to entice him and he let a growl, he grabbed my waist rolling his hips against mine. I felt his hard bulge through his sweatpants making me realize how wet I was. He brought his hands back to my chest kneading my breast greedily. His lips met my nipples, and he nibbled on the sensitive nubs. I let out a incoherent moan, dragging my nails across his back.
“Just fuck me.” I half begged.
He didn’t need to be told twice, we both quickly discarded our bottoms. I opened my legs allowing Stiles to aline himself. He gently held on to my waist before he rammed his length inside of me and began thrusting vigorously, pulling a hungry groan from my throat. Already I could feel a rippling inside of me, each thrust sending me closer and closer to my release.
“Faster.” I bellowed.
He smirked speeding his thrusts to an unfathomable pace roughly hitting my g-spot. My walls started to clenched around him, and I knew what was coming.
“Come.” He demanded and I did. My orgasm fueled the Nogitsune to reach his. His movements became careless and needy, and a few seconds later I felt his warm liquid fill me.
My eyes flung open, and I shot up breathing excessively.
“Morning, Angel.” He said indifferently. Void Stile sat on the arm of an old blue couch looking at me over his shoulder.
“Sweet dreams?” His lips curled into a dark smile.