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Underground Kings
Part 4 of the “Call Out My Name” series.
WARNINGS: Mentions of smut
Author’s note: we’re back with some fluffy flash back y/n and john :’) i’m thinking of including gifs of young keanu for the flashback scenes just to set the vibe and then a more current john wick gif for the present tense stuff just so you can visualize how much time had passed by between these two. Thanks for all the notes, i appreciate every single one of them, especially feedback! -samantha 🖤
Translations: 1. “Pochemu, mama?” ↠ Why, mother? 2. “Moya dorogaya” ↠ my darling 3. “zvyozdochka” ↠ little star
Warm puffs of air tickled the back of your neck. It was still dark outside. A single candle burned throughout the entirety of your night. The clock on your wall read 2’o clock in the morning. You both still had plenty of time to sleep. The director was not requiring early sessions like usual. You sighed in relief, snuggling back into the body behind you. The warmth of his bare skin insulated through you. You loved these moments with him. Silence. Skin on skin contact. Nothing on your minds besides each other. Your bed was almost like a safe haven to the world of guns and hitmen just outside your room.
“Why’re you awake?” He slurred sleepily.
You shrugged.
“Muscle memory, I guess.” You rasped. “Why are you awake?”
He wrapped his arms tighter around you before kissing your shoulder and leaving his head there.
“Felt you wake up.” He mumbled.
Jardani looked at the clock and pouted.
“I thought I tired you out enough to at least sleep completely through the night,” He chuckled lazily.
You blushed furiously, quickly tossing yourself around to face him. A mischievous, sleepy grin was etched on his handsome face. His warm eyes still hazy and barely opened. His hair tousled.
“Bold of you to assume I’d be getting any sleep period. You’re the one that snuck in here, dumb ass.” You retorted.
“Hey,” He whined. “we got some sleep,”
“Because no one decided to constantly check the hallway like we’re in some juvenile prison or some shit. How do you not get caught sneaking out of you room all the time?” You mumbled, pressing your face into his chest.
“And we were quiet,” He purred, ignoring your question completely. His hands roamed up and down your back. They got lower each time they descended until you felt him grope a handful of your ass.
“Oh my god!” You quietly whined in embarrassment, pulling up the comforter and wrapping it around you head.
He stifled a loud laugh, biting down on his fist as he stared at your adoringly.
“My little babushka,” He cooed, sprinkling your face with kisses. “Don’t be embarrassed, I love the little noises you make.”
You returned the gesture, meshing your mouth with his passionately.
“I want it to be like this forever,” You whispered.
“Me too, baby. Me too,” He moaned, rolling on top of you. You felt his member stiffen against your core.
“Now c’mere, beautiful. We have a couple more hours.”
John took in your appearance and frowned.
“That’s not the shirt you were wearing when you left.” He noted.
You shook your head dismissively.
“Just had a run in.” You stated calmly.
He grabbed your hand and pulled you down to sit on the couch.
“Tell me.” He said calmly, kneeling in front of you to unbuckle the ankle strap on your heels before removing them. You watched him in slight awe, you jaw slack. Having him back was still a shock to your system. That, and because no one had taken care of you for years. Not since him. After John, you sought out no nurturing or affection from anyone besides yourself.
“An old client got handsy. Viktor Ivar.” You stated.
“Eleazar’s son.” He recalled, placing your shoes side by side next to your coffee table.
“Yeah.” You confirmed. “I took care of it though.” You assured.
“By...?”
You smiled at him sheepishly.
“I, uh, I shot his dick. Twice. And his hand.”
John rose an eyebrow up at you, an amused expression on his face. He patted your thighs with his hands in praise.
“Atta girl.” He chuckled, standing up to gather his coat and blazer.
“As much as I love staying here with you, it’s not safe for you.” He said solemnly.
“Where are you going to go?” You inquired.
“The Bowery King was housing me.” He stated. “If you’re in, he’d like to meet with you.”
“I’ve been in.” You spoke.
The smallest smile appeared on his face. He snapped his fingers at his dog.
“Lets go then.”
You discreetly sought out one of the Bowery King’s men. He provided you safe passage to the underground kingdom until finally, you were face to face with the man himself. He looked like he had gone through hell and back. Bandages that had soaked with blood covered him.
“Athena. It’s always an honor seeing you.” He greeted formally.
“Same to you, my friend. You look horrible.” You joked.
He rolled his eyes and gestured between you amd John.
“How is it that you two know each other?” He asked pointedly.
You and John shared an awkward glance. You have never spoken of your relationship with anyone but each other.
“We were...trained together.” John stated slowly.
The Bowery King shot the both of you a knowing look.
“Whatever you say,” He chuckled. “And the dog? How did you get him back? I was under the impression that Winston had him.”
“He did.”
“I got him back.”
You then began to retell your hunch to the Bowery King and informed him and John of your interection with Winston. John stiffened when you relayed Winston’s message to him.
“I don’t trust him quite yet.” You declared. “For all we know giving the dog back might have been a pawn.”
“I agree. There’s no promise that he’s on our side yet.” John added.
“I got eyes on him.” The King informed.
He looked at you and John seriously.
“Shit’s about to go down. I suggest you get all of your affairs in order before it does.”
John stared down at you empathetically. You gulped and nodded.
“I just have one more person to see.”
Despite it being years since your last visit, stepping inside the Ruska Roma brought all kinds of flashbacks to you. Good and bad. No in between. The goons at the front doors were there to do their usual search, which included attempting to take expensive articles for their own gain.
“The earrings and necklace, ma’am.” The shortest one said smugly.
“These are Dior, fuck off.” You snarked.
The man abruptly stood up only to be shoved back into his chair by the man on the left. He leaned down to whisper something into the tiny man’s ear. The man went pale, his eyes wide as he quickly nodded his head.
“G-go ahead, miss. Enjoy.”
You refrained from rolling your eyes before taking a deep breath and entering the auditorium doors. Your ears were assaulted with classical music as it boomed throughout the building. The director was in her usual seat watching a girl rehearse over, and over, and over again. The same way you used to do. You made your way to her, quietly taking the seat next to her. Neither of you turned to acknowledge the other.
You were the first to speak up.
“You gave him my address.” You said wittingly.
She remained stoic, eyes never leaving the daner in front of her once.
“I did.” She affirmed.
You turned your body to face her, face twisted in confusion.
“Why?” You let out, your voice barely above a whisper. “After years of keeping me away from him, why now?”
She gave you no answer. Just remained still. Her behavior irked you. You felt all of the built up impatience inside you explode.
“Pochemu, mama?!” You said loudly.
“Anya, enough!” She yelled to the dancer.
The girl quickly scurried off the stage away from the director’s wrath. The director finally turned and faced you. Her usual calm exterior slowly faded away.
“You want to know why, moya dorogaya?” She repeated. “Because the decision was no longer in my hands.”
You scoffed in disbelief and anger.
“It was never your choice, it was mine and his!” You argued.
“No, it was not!” She yelled.
You fell into a tense silence. You stared at your hands placed neatly on your lap like the polite, obedient lady you were trained to be. Not knowing how to handle all of the emotions hitting you. Your hands were gripped into a pair of aged ones wrapped in bandages. You looked up at her in worry.
“Do you know what they would have done if they found out about you and Jardani? What they would do to him for sneaking into your room every night? What they would do to you had they known you were copulating in this house?” She stressed.
“They would have punished him severely. They would make you watch him reach the brink of death until they were satisfied, then send you off to be a rich man’s whore!
“Do you see the power you have? You grew up here, in these very walls, being put through the wringer just like everybody else. Now you come back, and everyone bows down at your feet. They kiss the ground you walk on like you’re some deity. They would have taken all of that away from you.”
You grit your teeth bitterly as tears streamed down your face. The director gently cupped your face and patted them away with a handkerchief.
“They would have ruined you. I had to end it before they did.” She whispered. “As much as Jardani said he came here for passage to Casablanca, I know he didn’t. He came back for you.”
You placed your hands on top of hers, running your thumbs over the bandages.
“What did they do to you?” You whimpered.
“Shhh, zvyozdochka. I will be alright.” She assured.
“I’m going to do it. I’m going to make them pay.” You seethed.
“I know you will.” She agreed. “I’ve always known you and him would find your back way back to eachother. I just needed to let destiny take its course.”
When you arrived home John was seated at your couch in your living room.
“What are you doing here?” You asked in surprise, your voice still hoarse.
He stared at you with the softest gaze he could manage.
“I figured you could use some company,” He spoke softly.
You took a deep breath as you felt more tears rise to the surface. You looked up at him, mouth open with no words coming out. You felt more exposed than you have ever felt in your entire life. Your vulnerability showcased itself shamelessly.
“Oh, sweetheart. Come here.”
You scurried into his arms without missing a beat. John situated you into his lap, pulling your heels off like he had done earlier in the day before wrapping his arms around you. The feeling of them brought back so many memories. The late nights spent in your old bedroom. Sneaking away from rich businessmen at galas and into his arms for a dance. Rehearsals when he would effortlessly lift you up into the air with the clouds. Memories that had potential.
You wondered what it would be like if he had married you instead, as horrible as it felt to blatantly disregard the late Helen Wick.
You wondered what it would be like to be in her place; waking up next to John every morning, sipping coffee out of his and hers mugs while watching the news.
You wondered if she knew that she held your entire world in her palms.
And when she died, you wondered if John felt what it was like when you lost him. When a part of you died and along with it, the bright young girl with promises.
“How is she?” John asked hesitantly.
“They came for her. For helping you. Stuck a sword right through her hands.”
A solemn silence fell between the both of you.
“I never meant for anyone to get hurt.” He said apologetically.
“I know. I wouldn’t choose this for anyone.” You rasped. “Not even my worst enemy.”
“Things are going to change, Y/N.” John began. “I want you to know that you don’t have to do this.”
“I want to, Jardani.” You said, turning around on his lap to craddle his face.
You stared deeply into his almond eyes.
“We owe it to ourselves to take back what we lost.”
PART 5
Tags: @magdazwolska @mikaneonox @coloursunlimited @introvertedmegalomaniac @kuukigajan
Athena
Part 3 of the “Call Out My Name” series.
WARNING: Gun violence, sexual harassment (nothing too extreme)
Time ceased to exist to you after the fifteenth repeat of your routine. Or was it twenty? You had stopped counting, so it didn’t matter. All that mattered was your routine becoming perfect. Flawless. Not a single mistake. You took a sip of water, stretched your sore feet, and started again.
1, 2, 3, 4, balancé, 5, 6, 7, 8. Assemblé, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Penché hold, 2, 3, 4 CRASH.
Your over worked ankles had given up, sending you to the ground. You let out an yelp and frustrated scream before slamming your hands over your face as tears fell from your eyes.
“Y/N?” A familiar voice called from the left wing.
You turned to face him for a second, only to burts out into another sob at his soft expression.
“Baby,” He gasped, running over and falling to his knees in front of you. He clasped your hands and gently pried them away from your face, gripping them securely in his larger palms.
“You gotta rest now. You’ve worked hard today.” He whispered.
“I..I can’t.” You whimpered. “It’s not there yet. I need to get that lead, Jardani, I really do. The director sai-“
“Fuck the director.”
You stared up at him in utter shock, teary eyes wider than saucers.
“Jardani! Someone will hear you-“
“I don’t care.” He spoke firmly. “You’re the best one out of all of those girls. None of them work even a quarter of the amount that you do. If she doesn’t give you the lead, then fuck her. She’s insane and she must want to put on the shittiest show ever. Because guess what? Even if she puts you in the very back, not a damn soul will be looking at the lead. You know who they’ll be looking at?”
“Who?” You asked timidly.
“You.” He whispered, wiping your tears away with the bottom of his shirt. He pulled you into his warm embrace, placing his hand on the back of your head and bringing it to his chest. He began to slowly rock you back and forth, massaging your scalp soothingly as your tears stopped.
“You’re a star, sweetheart. Remember that. You’re a goddess.”
“You’re Athena?” John asked in disbelief.
Athena was a ghost. No one knew what she looked like or even what her name was. Those who she worked with vowed to the discretion of her identity. If you followed her rules, you would be safe for the rest of your life. Be good to her, and Athena will grant you protection. Betray her, and you’ll die quicker than you could whisper her true name to anyone else. Those say that Athena’s trust is the best currency, and boy were they right. Not a single soul has ever seen her enter, kill, or leave. She never even left a mess behind, the only evidence of her presence being a dead body neatly propped up on a chair. Not even a speckle of blood. Everything she did was executed with the upmost deliberation and strategy. That’s how she earned the nickname Athena. The goddess of strategic warfare, strength, and skill. You would never know if she was coming for you until she was pointing a gun in your face or slicing your throat. If you were scared of the Boogeyman, you better run like hell before Athena finds you.
John couldn’t say he was surprised if he really thought about it. Of course you were Athena. Everything you did, you did with finesse. You were the best in the Ruska Roma. Maybe even better than him. He had heard of you for all these years and hadn’t even realized it was you. You did it. You became the best. It madr him swell with pride.
“I guess I’ve made quite the name out of myself.” You said smugly, a small devious smile on your face.
“You were the one that wiped out the base in Siberia?” John asked.
“Yup.” You nonchalantly replied, inspecting your nails.
Hmm. I need a new manicure. Good thing I just got paid.
“And the raid in Bucharest?”
“Yup.”
“What about that group in Berlin-“
“Everything you have heard about me, I did. I don’t lie to people and I don’t let my people lie on me.” You entrenched.
“So trust me when I say I’m going to get your dog out of there, John.” You swore sincerely.
John stared at you intently before cupping your face.
“Be careful.” He said sternly. “I don’t care if you’re Athena, you be careful, Y/N.”
“I promise.” You pledged.
You stretched and resumed your previous position on your side of the bed.
“Now sleep, baba yaga. I have shit to do tomorrow.” You mumbled, your voice muffled by the pillow.
John stilled for a moment before slowly laying down beside you, your back to his chest, and hesitantly placed a large hand on you hip.
“Can I?” He whispered softly.
You immediately softened at the tone of his voice. God, this was all you wanted. You looked back at him and into his puppy like eyes before turning your body around to face him. Scooting closer until your head rested on his chest. Without a second thought, John wrapped his arms around you tightly, pressing his cheek to the top of your head.
“Good night, John.”
“Good night, sweetheart.”
You checked the contents of your purse before slipping out of your car. The parking garage was practically empty, only a couple cars spread a few rows apart were here. Perfect.
A low whistle came from behind you.
“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. God, it’s always so good seeing you.” A smug voice groaned predaciously.
You recognized the voice right away. Viktor Ivar. His father had hired you to wipe out a couple men that were after him. You did your job, and only your job much to the man child’s dismay. He had been relentlessly pursuing you the entire time, even if you paid him no mind. As much as you wanted to harm him, you couldn’t. He was your mission. But now, you had no loyalty to him or his father and his men. They could try you, but they wouldn’t succeed.
“Can’t say the same.” You muttered, pretending to put your keys away in your purse only to reach for your glock.
“Let me buy you a drink.” He purred, stepping closer to you to grab your arm and turn you towards him.
“No.” You deadpanned.
He laughed loudly.
“Darling, play with me.” He woed condescendingly, a menacing threat underlying his tone.
“You were a job, Viktor.” You spat. “I know you’re not exactly the brightest, but it’s quite obvious you don’t know how to differentiate business fro-“
Before you knew it, Viktor had violently ripped open your black silk blouse, exposing your black lace clad breasts. Buttons flew everywhere across the cement floors. He licked his lips at the sight, his mouth salivating perversely.
“Oh honey.” Viktor moaned. “You should just stop talking, you’re so much prettier like this.”
Without wasting another second, you pulled out your glock and fired three rounds right at his genitals. He fell to the ground with a violent roar, clutching his crotch. You took this opportunity to wrap both sides of your torn blouse around you.
“Fuck! What the fuck! I’m going to fucking end you, you fucking whor-“
You fired another round at the hand guarding his crotch.
“SHIT! FUCK! ALRIGHT!” Viktor screamed.
“What’s the matter, baby?” You cooed evilly. “Can’t get it up?”
You walked towards him and leaned down so your face was right in front of his.
“Touch me again or touch anyone like that, the next round is going up your ass.” You snarled.
The elevator doors of the garage opened behind you. Out came Viktor’s father, Eleazer Ivar, and his men.
“What’s going on!” He bellowed. The clicking of guns could be heard behind you.
You slowly turned around, a menacing expression on your face. Eleazer’s men immediately put their guns down quicker than his face fell and turned whiter than a ghost.
“Athena.” He gulped. “Nice to see you.”
“You too, Mr.Ivar, but I’m not a fan of these circumstances.” You said lowly.
“Teach your son some manners or he’s gone.” You growled.
The man studied your ripped blouse, the black buttons on the floor, and his son writhing in pain. He automatically put two and two together.
“Y-yes, ma’am. You have my word.” He stuttered.
You nodded respectfully, turning to the head guard in charge.
“Handle it.” You demanded.
“Right away, ma’am.” He agreed compliantly before gesturing to his one half of his men to call the cleaning crew and the other to get Viktor out of there.
“Bye, sweetheart.” You tauntingly teased, a grin on your face as they dragged him away.
“I apologize, Miss Y/N/L. It will never happen again.” Eleazer begged.
“I know it won’t.” You said darkly, your heels clicking as you strutted away to the elevator. Your intense gaze never left Eleazer until the doors closed. You fetched the spare shirt out of you bag and slipped it on quickly and stored away your gun before the doors opened and you began your block long walk to the Continental.
Charon was there to greet you at the front steps.
“Miss Y/L/N. Welcome back, the manager will be delighted to see you.” He formally announced.
“I’d be delighted to join him.” You agreed.
Charon escorted you to Winston’s office. The Continental was blooming with business as per usual. Not a single person took a second glance at you. The only looks you received were ones of envy fron women and lust from men, but that’s all you were to them. Another pretty face. The thought made you want to bask in your own success. No one knew who you were. That it was you who carried out some of the best assassinations in high table history. You had the power of anonymity. Charon opened the office doors for yoy, politely nodding for you to enter. You thanked him and stepped in. Winston stood up from his desk, his welcoming arms were open, gesturing to the seat in front of him.
“It’s always nice to see your face around here, dear.” He lauded.
You smiled and sat down in front of him.
“It’s always nice being here, Winston. Especially after all of the chaos that has happened in the last week,” You sighed falsely in despair. “I heard you almost lost this place. That would have been horrible, things wouldn’t be the same without you.”
Winston leaned back in his seat, releasing an exhale. His eyes met yours as he locked you into a contemplative gaze.
“My loyalty runs deeper than these walls, Miss Athena.” He spoke slowly. “Actually, I have something for you, darling.”
He nodded to Charon who walked over to a side door, swinging it open to reveal the most adorable pittbull you have ever seen. He sat obediently, his tail wagging with exuberance behind him as he panted happily. It almost looked like he was smiling.
This was John’s dog.
You hid your shock like the master manipulator you were trained to be. No one knew that you and John knew each other besides the director and those who were in the Ruska Roma with you. Did someone tell Winston? The stakes were high, however, you remained passive.
“I can see the wheels turning in your head, Y/N. I mean no harm.” Winston spoke sincerely. “If there’s anyone that can find him, it’s you. Tell him this was all a part of the bigger picture.”
You studied him before doing the same to Charon. The two were never ones to deceive unless completely necessary, like how Winston shot John in front of the adjudicator. You were long time partners, friends even. They wouldn’t lie to you. They knew better.
“Thank you,” You said. “I’m sure he misses his owner.”
Winston nodded in acknowledgment.
Without another word, you stood up.
“C’mere, boy!” You gently cooed.
The pitty ran to you immediately. You offered him your hand to sniff. The dog then scooted closer, further inspecting you. When his snout reached your hair, he wagged his tail so hard you were almost afraid it would fall off. He had caught the scent of John on you.
“Come on, honey. Lets get you out of here.”
Charon had called the vallet and had your car brought to a hidden tunnel. As far as anyone knew, John Wick was either gone or dead, so not a single soul could see you taking his dog or it would raise suspicion. The ride home wasn’t a problem, your windows were tinted very darkly. The dog had laid his head on your lap as you drove the whole time. You wanting nothing more than to snuggle the pup more than anything. You were filled with excitement when you arrived back home, and so was the dog. He probably knew that John was in there. You and the bouncing pup exited your car and zoomed into your home.
John jerked up from the couch at the sound of clicking heels against the wood floors accompanied by the familiar pitter patter of paws. He abandoned his book and cup of coffee and got up, following the sound. The dog barked happily before tackling John to the ground. John wrapped his arms around him and began laughing as the dog hopped all over him and kissed every bit of his face.
“Hi, boy. I know, I know. I missed you too. I’m okay. Good dog, good boy.” He whispered.
You stared at the sweet reunion in front of you. You have never seen John this happy before. Tears almost rose up in your eyes. The whole ordeal made you emotional. Finally, for once in your line of work, your intimidating, infamous Athena persona result in something good. John had his best friend back, and that’s all that mattered. He and the dog were safe.
When the pup had calmed down and sat still, John stood up abruptly and pulled you into his arms.
“Thank you so much.” He murmured, his lips against your forehead.
You looked up at him and smiled.
“Now we kick some ass.”
PART 3
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Asleep
Part 2 of the “Call Out My Name” series
Inspired by the song “Asleep” by Emily Browning.
Translation: Dorogaya ↠ Dear
“1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, arm! 2, 3, 4, 5-Stop!”
You abruptly halted your movements. Sweat glided down your skin as you lightly panted.
The Director got up from her seat and approached you, her features stern. She firmly, yet gently grabbed your face and turned it towards her.
“Where is your head right now?” She asked.
Her best student, her brightest most clever student, had nothing to say. Instead, the remains of the phoenix of a woman stared back at her. Empty eyes. Empty heart. As if there was any room for heart in this world.
She missed him.
And they missed their chance.
The Director sighed.
“Take a break, dorogaya.”
You said nothing.
There was nothing to say.
So there the two of you sat in silence. At some point, John’s head nuzzled into your chest and your arms found your way around each other. You brushed your fingers through his onyx locks.
“I’m going to take a shower,” You whispered. “Are you staying?”
He looked up at you, his expression adorably timid.
“Do you want me to?” He asked quietly.
A tiny smile carved on to your face.
“You’ll be safe here. You know they lurk around at night.” You reasoned.
What you wanted to say was ‘Yes. Please stay.’ But that was too forward. You both had a lot of baggage to sort through.
You gently pat his back and stood up. John rose from his knees and up to his full height. The way he towered over your small frame still lit a flame in your depths.
“Make yourself at home.” You offered, turning and making your way to your bathroom.
“And by that, I mean clean up and get some fucking sleep. You look like shit.”
John rolled his eyes.
“Where do you want me to sleep?” He asked.
You shrugged.
“Wherever you want.” You said boldly before quickly encasing yourself in the bathroom and rushing to turn the shower on.
You let out a much needed huff.
“What am I doing?” You whispered to yourself.
Shaking your head and all the nerves off, you hastily stripped out of your clothes, threw your hair up, and entered the shower.
“Just relax,” You breathed as you squeezed a dollop of your favorite body wash onto your lilac loofah. You took your time scrubbing the grime of today’s job off. Nothing too life threatening, just a quick execution of someone who failed to fufill their end of a marker. It was quick, but the blood was expected.
John wasn’t expected though.
Naturally, you wanted to run into his arms. It was your instinct to. But circumstances were different. The both of you were different. His wife died for christ’s sake. He lost the last gift she gave him, his house, and he had just been through the fight of his life. He was a changed man.
When you exited your bathroom, John was passed out on the left side of your queen bed. He had stripped down to his black boxers and black undershirt. His face was now clean, presumably because he discovered your guest bathroom. He had left a generous amount of space for you, it even looked like he fluffed your pillows up a bit. You smiled softly, quietly climbing into bed and making yourself comfortable. The heat of him radiating on to your back gave you a sense of comfort. Your eyes had closed for a couple minutes when you felt him jolt. Thinking it was just a sleep-twitch, you rolled back over and closed your eyes once more. But when he jolted the second time, this time more violently, you quickly shoved the covers off of you and sat up on your knees.
“John.” You said softly as you gently shook him awake.
He only began to thrash more.
You shook him harder.
“John!” You said loudly.
The man next to you shot up, panicked dry heaves left his mouth as his eyes frantically darted across every surface of the room.
“Hey, hey, hey!” You yelped quickly, diverting his attention.
His chocolate eyes focused on you as you placed your hand on his heart, taking his and pplacing it on yours. An old technique the two of you had to calm each other down when you were younger.
“You’re home. You’re okay.” You whispered.
“I’m sorry I woke you up,” He panted, placing a hand on top of yours.
“It’s okay,” You assured. “You want to talk about it?”
John sighed and slumped back against the array of pillows.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do.” He admitted quietly.
You stared down at him with a frown on your face. You had never seen him so lost before. John was also sure of himself. Quiet, calculating. He moved in silence. Now he had hit a deadend.
“We could start by getting your dog back.” You offered.
“And how do you plan on doing that, Y/N?” He snarked.
You refrained from rolling your eyes. He was stressed.
“I’m not banned from the Continental, Jonathon. I have my ways.” You argued.
“Enlighten me.” John said, an intense gaze fixated on you.
“I..I have a hunch.” You began. “Winston shot you in the shoulder right? Kept shooting get you to fall off the roof but missed?”
John nodded, intrigued as to where your theory was headed to.
“He doesn’t miss, John. If he wanted you dead, he’d kill you in one shot. The head. And how much of a coincidence is it that you got tossed off right in front of one of the Bowery King’s goons? He knows that hotel more than anyone. Every. Single. Inch.”
“You’re saying he planned this?”
“You were thinking about killing her, were you not? The adjudicator.” You inquired.
John continued to eye you for a few moments before nodding slowly.
“Then Winston’s way was the only way. Get everyone off your back and let the news die down.” You affirmed.
“How are you going to get into the Continental and get my dog without causing a scene, Y/N?” He begged.
John grabbed your hand.
“Without killing yourself for me?”
Your eyes were firey as you stared at your ex lover.
“Because,” You spoke. “I’m the Athena.”
PART 3
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Call Out My Name
John Wick x Reader
Summary: After being found by the Bowery King, the plan to overthrow the high table is set into motion. A face you haven’t seen since your days in the Ruska Roma appears on your doorsteps.
Warnings: None
Author’s note: This is my first time writing for John Wick so I hope you guys like it 😭😭😭 -samantha 💜
Translation: Vozlyublennaya ↠ sweetheart
Before there was Helen, there was Y/N.
They were raised together in the Ruska Roma. Trained to be the best in the game.
And they were.
John couldn’t remember when he fell in love with her. It just happened. Seamlessly. Effortlessly. Naturally. Unfortunately, their relationship never saw the light of day. The director wouldn’t tolerate it if she knew and they would be greatly punished.
But she did know.
And she punished them in a way they could never imagine.
She let John go and serve first without his partner in crime. She kept Y/N at the Ruska Roma as long as she could.
But the decision was no longer in her hands.
Jardani and Y/N would always find their way back to each other.
Even then, the director knew it was inevitable.
John didn’t know what came over him. He had her address for quite some time. He pondered paying her a visit God knows how many times. The piece of paper burned in his suit pocket, a constant reminder that after all these years, he could finally reunite with her.
As he handed her his ticket, John felt a piece of paper being slipped into his rough palms. He stared up at her suspiciously. His chocolate orbs stony and cold. Naturally, John questioned every action of everyone around him. He was an excommunicado with a hefty bounty on his head. Everyone was bound to turn on him at some point. It was him against the world. But when he heard the director’s words, he felt his resolve immediately dissipate.
“She’s safe.” The director spoke quietly. “But now, you may never come home, Jardani.”
He held himself back mostly, thinking that she wouldn’t want to see him.
That she hated him for never coming back for her.
For moving on and marrying another woman.
That he would burden her.
But at last, John Wick surrendered to himself and caved in.
He stood in a hidden corner of her bedroom. His heart nearly swooned at the tiny touches of her. The pair of pointe shoes aesthetically hanging on the wall by a chic vanity. An old wool blanket on the foot of her bed.
The necklace he gave her for the last birthday they spent together.
Being so close to her yet so far away caused John a great amount of sensory overload. He impatiently checked his watch. She should be home soon. As if on que, the sound of the front door opening and closing along with the jingle of keys filled the home. The clicking of heels against the mahogany floors got closer and closer and for once in his life, John Wick was nervous. Anxious even.
Alas, the bedroom door opened and in came his Y/N looking more beautiful as ever, if that was even possible. She was an evolved version of the woman he last saw. Elegant. Refined. There was an almost regal air to her. If she asked him to, John would fall to his knees and beg her for mercy. She switched on a crystal adorned floor lamp, placing her designer purse on the chaise lounge at the foot of her bed before seating herself in front of her vanity and removing her jewelry.
“You can come out, you know.” She spoke calmly.
John froze.
“How do you know I’m not a threat?” He inquired.
She scoffed lightly.
“Because if you were, you would’ve killed me the second I stepped foot in my house.” She stated.
With all the courage he could muster, John stepped out of the dark and into her line of version. Y/N’s breath ceased at the apparition relfected in her mirror. She never thought they’d see each other again. He moved on. Retired, got married, and found a mundane job. She had heard of how he got sucked back into the game, yet still thought she would never see him again. After all these years. Y/N felt a rush of emotions stir wildly inside her.
Anguish because he never came back for her.
Jealously towards the woman who replaced her.
Sympathy for her lover’s loss.
And lastly, empathy. They were separated with no promises of a future. It was only natural for him to move on. She was an old chapter of his life. He needed something new. Something that wasn’t covered in blood and scars. Something that wasn’t her.
“John.” Y/N breathed.
His features twisted into a deep frown.
John.
The name, his own name, spited him.
He was always Jardani to her. Now they were strangers.
He felt his throat constrict. Her name hadn’t left his mouth in years.
“Y/N,” He mumbled, finally exhaling.
She was his breath of fresh air. His salvation.
Y/N turned around, staring up at him with worried eyes.
“Excommunicado,” She gasped. “what have you done, John?”
He stepped closer.
“What I needed to.” He gruffed.
“They’re going to kill you.” Y/N tried to reason. “They won’t stop.”
“Neither will I.” He rebuttled.
You pinched the bridge of your nose and shut your eyes tightly, attempting to shoo away the tears brimming in your eyes. No. You were not going to cry again. Not now. Not after the years you spent crying yourself to sleep in the Ruska Roma. All those nights you spent on stage practicing until you bled and went numb and then some as the production lights seared your skin. Not now.
“Why, John?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper. “Why, after all these years, are you here now?”
He was silent. He knew she would ask this and yet, the usually calculated John Wick had no answer.
“It’s happening.” John said. “I need you by my side when it does.”
Y/N finally looked up at him. Her eyes teary and wide with disbelief. John explained to you the events that took place in the last couple days. How many lives he took while he was on the run, how he stopped by your old stomping grounds and got his ticket torn in exchange for safe passage to Casablanca where he found Sofia. Sofia shot Berrada and the two of them killed all of his men. John then met The Elder who promised to lift the bounty as long as he killed Winston, and finally, all that went down at the Continental to him getting shot off of a roof and being picked up by the Bowery King.
“This is the most optimum opportunity-“
“Jardani!” You exclaimed, tugging roughly at your hair in exasperation. “Do you hear yourself? They’re going to kill us. A fourteen million dollar bounty was bad enough, but now, now you’ve went against The Elder’s word.”
“Everyone I know turned their backs on me, Y/N. Winston threw me off of a fucking cliff- they have my dog, goddamnit.” He growled.
He was pissed. There was no stopping it.
John stalked towards you until he was kneeling in front of you. The tears from your eyes fell freely now. All of the hardness on his face had softened as he grasped your hands softly.
“I’m sorry I didn’t come back for you. I had no way, they kept me busy. That’s still no excuse, and I’m eternally so sorry for what I’ve done.” He whispered.
Y/N shook her head and wiped her tears.
“I can’t be mad at you for moving on. Life doesn’t stop for anyone, who would I be if I deterred you from living?” She spoke.
John sighed.
“I need you. More than ever.” He quietly admitted.
She chuckled bitterly.
“Because I can kill twenty people in five minutes with my hands.” She spited.
“Because you’re the only thing I have to lose.” John quickly snapped. “This life tore us apart. It took me away from you only to chew me up and spit me out on the streets.”
His face was closer now. His cafe orbs filled with fire.
“I want to take it all back from them.” He seethed.
You let out a sharp exhale, turning your head away from him just a little.
“This is insane, John. You know how powerful the high table is. The second they see you, the second they know you’re alive, they’ll snipe you out and everyone who aided you. Me included.” You snarled.
“I know.” He admitted.
“John-“
“Vozlyublennaya..” He spoke softly.
Your heart skipped a beat. You’ve dreamed of his voice whispering the nickname for years. After all this time, your desires were finally fulfilled.
“Jardani.” You corrected, cupping his cut up face in your hands. His strong jaw still fit perfectly in your palms.
He pressed his forehead against yours, placing his hands on top of yours and closing his eyes. A moment of comfortable silence fell into place between the two of you. You both just simply basked in each other’s presence.
“I loved her.” John breathed. “But she wasn’t you.”
PART 2
Kinktober Masterlist
2017
Day 1: Spanking - Cassian Andor
Day 2: Dirty Talk - Bodhi Rook
Day 3: Public - Poe Dameron
Day 4: Begging - Lance Tucker
Day 5: Cuckolding - Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers
Day 6: Bondage - Chase Collins
2018
Day 1: Face-Sitting - Bucky Barnes
Day 2: Begging - Matt Solo (Solo Triplets AU)
Day 3: Edgeplay - Cable
Day 4: Mirror Sex - Ben Solo
Day 5: Sadism/Masochism - Billy Russo
Day 6: Daddy - Poe Dameron
Day 7: Praise Kink - Dr. Carlton Drake
Day 8: Hate-fucking/Angry Sex - Loki
Day 9: Lingerie - Hux
Day 10: Hair-pulling - Bruce Banner
Day 11: Object Insertion - Kylo Ren
Day 12: Licking - Clint Barton
Day 13: Gags - Thor
Day 14: Cunnilingus - Sam Wilson
Day 15: Uniforms - Steve Rogers
Day 16: Frottage - Finn ft. Poe Dameron
Day 17: Masturbation - Bodhi Rook
Day 18: Role Reversal - Scott Lang
Day 19: Public - Cassian Andor
Day 20: Dirty Talk - Lance Tucker
Day 21: Food Play - Obi-Wan Kenobi
Day 22: Hand Jobs - Chris Beck
Day 23: Scars - Jefferson/Mad Hatter
Day 24: Shower/Bath - Frank Castle
Day 25: Boot Worship - Young Lando Calrissian
Day 26: Roleplay - Doctor Strange
Day 27: Against a wall - Chase Collins
Day 28: Stripping/Striptease - Erik “Killmonger” Stevens
Day 29: Double (Or more) Penetration - Stucky
Day 30: Stockings/Tights/Pantyhose - Tony Stark
Day 31: Any combination of the above! - Bucky Barnes
I found it. Thank me later.
Request: “Lucius malfoy having a daughter?” -Anon Wasn’t sure if you want a one-shot or an would include, considering I’ve never done one before I decided to do a would include. If you want a one shot contact me and I’ll write one for you. Xx.
-Being named after a star or constellation.
-Lucius wins no father of the year awards.
-He would be quite cold and distant towards both you and Draco.
-But he would show Draco a little bit of affection, him being the Malfoy heir and such.
-You would be closer to Narcissa than Lucius.
-You’d probably call Lucius father because it’s more formal than dad. -Narcissa would probably be mum.
-Draco & you would go back and forth between best friends and worst enemies. -You’d be playing together and you take one of his toys. -This leads to a big argument involving tears and lots of immature name calling. -Eventually Narcissa would break it up and make you two apologise. -Not actually forgiving each other -Glaring at each other when your mum isn’t looking. -This could go on for weeks. -Eventually one of you cave (most likely Draco) and you’d give the other a flower from the garden, kinda like a white flag.
-Being friends with Dobby.
-Constantly trying to sneak him clothes.
-Which gets you a scolding from your father.
-Being nervous on the train to Hogwarts, worrying if you were going to be a Slytherin or not.
-Lucius would be disappointed if you were a Ravenclaw, mad if you were a Hufflepuff and probably lose his mind if you were a Gryffindor.
-He would give a courteous congratulations if you were a Slytherin.
-If you were in Slytherin you’d hang around Draco & his friends but not really liking Crabbe or Goyle.
-In the other houses, you’d probably be a loner because of your family name, but still hanging out with Draco and his friends every so often.
-Not being as rude as Draco.
-The main reason Draco was so rude was to please your father, eventually you gave up (especially if being sorted in another house).
-Also, since you spent a lot of time with your mum who had more of an open mind, your prejudice would be non-existent or not as strong.
-Less likely to join a quidditch team, even if you do love it.
-Partially because it was Draco’s thing and you didn’t want to steal his thunder and because you wouldn’t get along with your team mates as well.
-Rebelling.
-After giving up on trying to gain your fathers attention, you’d start to rebel for fun.
-If you were a Gryffindor, you’d be the Malfoy version of Sirius Black.
-Your room at home would be covered with red & gold with posters stuck on the wall of muggle things
-Wearing less dignified clothes.
-Nothing particularly slutty but more casual, so where your family were all wearing suits, you wear jeans and a top with a leather or denim jacket.
-If you were a Gryffindor, you’d probably dye your hair.
-It was a symbol of you being a Malfoy and it reminded you of what you had to be every time you looked at your reflection.
-Not dying it a natural colour, it’d be something fun to really drive your father crazy.
-Eventually, Lucius would disown you if you did all this.
-Becoming friendly with Hermione & Harry.
-Hermione would realise you weren’t like your brother, you didn’t judge people on Blood status and would NEVER use the ’m’ word.
-Her first talking to you in the library.
-You would be studying for the upcoming potions test and not understanding anything.
-Eventually, she ask if you needed help.
-Reluctantly, saying yes.
-After an hour or so, you would understand majority of it
-Going to her if you need help with homework and such.
-Harry & Ron calling her crazy for becoming friends with the enemies sister.
-After a lot of convincing, she’d get them to ease up on you.
-The first time you really spoke to Harry was the year of Umbridge.
-You would be crying in some hidden corner of the school when he stumbled across you, crying over your scared hand.
-He’d comfort you.
-And you’d apologise about everything on Draco behalf.
-Telling Harry about how Draco was when the two of you were younger.
-The next time you saw Hermione at the library, she invited you to join Dumbledore’s Army.
-Most people not trusting you, think you’d rat them out.
-Having trouble conjuring a Patronis.
-You haven’t exactly had the most joyous life.
-Eventually, you would conjure one.
-Using the memory of you, your mum and Draco cooking when you were little.
-Mrs Weasley inviting you over for Christmas.
-It would’ve been after Harry sending a letter to Sirius about you.
-Sirius would causally mention it when Molly was around and she decided to have you over.
-Mrs Weasley would fawn over you, saying you were too skinny and needed more food.
-Helping her in the kitchen as much as you can.
-Her dismissing you but you were just as stubborn.
-You ended up peeling potatoes manually and listening Mrs Wesley going on about when her children were little.
-Loving her stories.
-After much insisting on her part, you’d start calling Mrs Weasley, Molly.
-Most of the family being cautious around you.
-Until you comment on the twins pranks that they had pulled.
-Them being surprised when they found out you loved pranks.
-Especially when they hear about a prank you had pulled on Draco.
-Bonding with them as they tell you about their store.
-Winning over Ginny when you compliment her on hexing your brother.
-“I love him but he can be a total pain in the arse, I don’t know how you deal with so many of them.”
-Looking at your portrait on the Black family wall with horror.
-Laughing at Draco’s.
-Having long conversations with Sirius complaining about your families.
-You talked more than he did and you didn’t push him sensing he was uncomfortable with talking about it.
-Sirius noticing the parallels between your lives.
-Inviting you to stay with him during the summer.
-You wanting to agree but declining because you didn’t want to leave Draco.
-Most of the Order became protective over you.
-Even Ron starting to warm up to you.
-Going with them to the Ministry to save Sirius.
-He was like an uncle to you and you weren’t going to sit back and doing nothing.
-Lucius being surprised to see you there.
-Low key trying to avoid cursing you and not letting any of the other Death Eaters hurt you.
-You were still his daughter after all, even if you weren’t close.
-A part of him was ashamed of you for fighting for the other side.
Using the crutiatis curse on Bellatrix before she hurts Sirius.
-Not feeling guilty about it cause he was more family to you then he was.
-Officially being disowned after that.
-You and Harry going to live with Sirius after his name was cleared.
-Living in a house in the country where you could see the stars
-Draco refusing to talk to you, claiming you had betrayed him.
-Narcissa writing short letters every so often to check up on you.
-Helping the twins with their joke shop.
-Worrying about Draco the next year.
-Draco, still mad at you, bullies you a lot at the beginning of the year.
-Crying because of it.
-Him feeling bad after he sees you sobbing in a corridor.
-Slytherins now hate you.
-Or act like they do.
-Spending most of the time with Hermione.
-Bonding with Ron over not being invited to the Slug Club.
-Not caring as much as he does but at least he’s talking to you.
-Every so often breaking down about being disowned.
-Sirius being very supportive through letters.
-Punching Harry in the face after he curses Draco.
-“You even think about hurting my brother again, Voldemort will be the least of your problems.”
-Not leaving Draco’s side while he’s in the hospital wing.
-You just sit there for hours clutching his hand.
-Occasionally glaring at professors or Madame Pomfrey when they try to make you leave.
-Eventually they give up.
-Draco waking up to see you asleep on his beside in an incredibly uncomfortable position, your hands still holding onto his.
-Him waking you up when he tries to leave.
-Forcing him to tell you what’s happening.
-Draco telling you everything, while the two of you hold back tears.
- The death eaters getting in anyway.
-Persuading the Order to help Draco and you mum.
-Sirius helping you convincing them because Draco reminds him of Regulus.
-Going on missions for the Order the next year.
-You and Draco fighting together at the Battle of Hogwarts.
-Coming face to face with Bellatrix.
-She tried to kill you for being a traitor and you barely deflecting her spells.
-Lucius killing her before she could.
-After all you are his little girl.
-Even if he’s not good at showing it, Lucius loves you.
-Him giving you a really tight hug.
-You cry and beg for him to flee.
-He Does.
A/N- I got a little out of hand. This is about 4 & ½ pages long and almost 2 000 words. I could’ve kept writing but I decided to end it there. Please send in more would include requests. They’re fun. Xx
since the old version of this post was flagged for ‘adult content’…
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there should be a barbie movie version of the phantom of the opera
there should be a barbie movie version of the phantom of the opera
there should be a barbie movie version of the phantom of the opera
Muggles are not able to REBLOG this.
REBLOG this to prove you are not a Muggle.
my reblog button fucked up and i almost had a heart attack
I did it in the first try.
OH YEAH
—𝓸𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷: 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓽 ;
_____ is the newest – and youngest – addition to the Avengers team. Rich, important parents, incredibly smart. Trained in gymnastics, martial arts, acrobatics and more. Got a face that she knows will get her anything she wants; the long lashes, the doe eyes and lips that she just has to pout to get her way. She’s a brat – and everyone knows that Steve thinks so because he’s constantly reprimanding her as if she’s the toddler she throws tantrums like.
ONGOING
♕ = smut
part 1: brat
part 2: and again
part 3: hot girl summer ♕
part 4: dreams do come true (in new orleans)
part 5: a degree of fancy
part 6: thicker than water
part 7: silver lining
DRABBLES
lesson 1 ♕
pass the salt
eat the rich ♕
midnight snack ♕
bubblegum b**** ♕
sober thoughts
the witching hour ♕
the boss
the relapse
the stealth suit
sex pollen ♕
reverse sex pollen ♕
period pains
honorary stark
“Would you go back?”
an attempt was made
one of his french girls
“let’s get married.”
the one about the piercing
the one about the dollar-bill knife
the dress
joining forces with scott lang
pre-serum steve
“please talk to me.”
meet the exes
pushing your luck
accidental mind-reading
the one where steve shaves his beard
recklessness
not taking no for an answer
midnight ride
spotify playlist
headcanons/ asks/ photosets/ miscellaneous
I had to scream into my pillow
I’ve never been ashamed of my preferences before
This won’t make your blog look ugly. How could you not reblog this? REBLOGGING THIS COULD SAVE A LIFE!!!
Shoutout to all the bitches who read fics where actors or characters are your dad cause your real one's a piece of shit!
It's me... i'm bitches.
“So why is he in prison?”
Adventures of of the Batchildren
[y/n]: *on the phone* dad? i need your help! i-
bruce: is the manor on fire?
[y/n]: ...no?
bruce: then it’s not an emergency *hangs up*
tim: well? what did he say? what we do about the portal to hell in the living room?
[y/n]: apparently it’s not an emergency
jason: *being strangled by a demon* HOW THE FUCK IS THIS NOT AN EMERGENCY??
Welcome…
to…
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The happiest place on earth…
#whatdidijustdo #yourwelcome #applause
(probably the best thing I’ll ever achieve)
edit: added hardy due to protest:) also, thank you for almost 13 000 notes!
Even I need to contribute positivity sometimes.
Masterlist
Loving Din - Din Djarin x Reader
What happens when a feared bounty hunter, adjusting to life beyond the mask, and an artist fall in love. Life is a dream, until everything changes.
Part I Part II Part III* Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX* Part X Part XI Part XII*
Whiskey & Gin - Agent Whiskey x Reader
New York in the 1970s is on fire and you are right in the middle of it, and as the newly (and reluctantly) appointed partner of Agent Whiskey, you find out it just keeps getting better.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4* Part 5* Part 6* Part 6.5*
Warm Like Whiskey: A Whiskey & Gin Story*
Spanking Oneshot*
Maxwell Lord
You’re The Devil, But So Am I*
I Will Break You*
Futile Devices - A Javier Peña/Call Me By Your Name AU
After completing your first year at The Juilliard School, you expect to spend the summer how you have your whole life - at your parent’s sprawling estate in Northern Italy. Raised by married and acclaimed novelists Christian & Daisy Slattery, this year Christian has invited his old college friend and fellow writer Javier Peña to stay with his family and collaborate on a new novel.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3* Chapter 4* Chapter 5*
Endless Summer - Oberyn Martell x Reader
After taking you father’s place at the Martell’s infamous Summer Solstice feast, you catch the eye of both the Red Viper and his paramour.
Coming soon…
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The Pedro Character Asks*
* - smut
Masterlist
Loving Din - Din Djarin x Reader
What happens when a feared bounty hunter, adjusting to life beyond the mask, and an artist fall in love. Life is a dream, until everything changes.
Part I Part II Part III* Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX* Part X Part XI Part XII*
Whiskey & Gin - Agent Whiskey x Reader
New York in the 1970s is on fire and you are right in the middle of it, and as the newly (and reluctantly) appointed partner of Agent Whiskey, you find out it just keeps getting better.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4* Part 5* Part 6* Part 6.5*
Warm Like Whiskey: A Whiskey & Gin Story*
Spanking Oneshot*
Maxwell Lord
You’re The Devil, But So Am I*
I Will Break You*
Futile Devices - A Javier Peña/Call Me By Your Name AU
After completing your first year at The Juilliard School, you expect to spend the summer how you have your whole life - at your parent’s sprawling estate in Northern Italy. Raised by married and acclaimed novelists Christian & Daisy Slattery, this year Christian has invited his old college friend and fellow writer Javier Peña to stay with his family and collaborate on a new novel.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3* Chapter 4*
Endless Summer - Oberyn Martell x Reader
After taking you father’s place at the Martell’s infamous Summer Solstice feast, you catch the eye of both the Red Viper and his paramour.
Coming soon…
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The Pedro Character Asks*
* - smut
Avengers Headcannons
Tony has kissed everyone on the team at least once.
Steve loves frilly coffee drinks. Especially pumpkin spice.
Pietro has a habit of sleeping in really odd positions, in random places. They once found him passed out on top of the Avengers jet.
Wanda and Vision have telepathic conversation. It freaks everyone out because they will just stare at each other for hours.
Steve and J.A.R.V.I.S. are best friends.
Natasha teaches female empowerment at local high schools.
Whenever the team goes on missions to foreign countries, they always bring back a souvenir for Fury.
It started as a joke, but now it’s a tradition.
Fury will never admit it, but he keeps all of them.
Steve has only been drunk once. It was after Thor brought him some Asgardian mead. That night they found out Steve is a very bad singer.
Tony recorded the whole thing.
Bruce has a companion dog to help keep him calm. She lives in the tower and her name is Veronica Jr.
Clint teaches self defense classes in his free time.
Steve loves volunteering at children’s hospitals. He goes so often he knows almost all of the nurses and doctors by name.
Even though Thor can’t get drunk from earth alcohols, he still likes drinking them for the flavor.
Steve is the same way.
~Jaz
Avengers Headcannons
Thor’s favorite flavor of pop-tart is cherry.
Clint has various nest throughout the tower vents. Sometimes he even sleeps up there.
Natasha secretly loves Nicki Minaj.
Steve does too.
Bucky is a cat person and loves going to shelters to play with them.
Tony has food hidden all throughout the tower.
Bruce loves watching kids shows. It relaxes him. Sometimes Tony even catches him humming the theme songs.
Tony once rigid J.A.R.V.I.S. to play “Hammer Time” every time Thor walked into a room.
In retaliation, Thor had J.A.R.V.I.S. play “Heartless”.
Steve is a horrible chief, but an amazing baker.
Pietro once tried to run on water. That was the same day they learned he can’t swim.
Wanda loves reality shows.
Thor is amazing at chess.
Sam was a Captain America nerd as a child.
Bruce prefers tea to coffee.
Clint and Natasha have contests to see who can stick as many magnets to Bucky’s arm before getting caught. Natasha holds the record at 37.
~Jaz
Teacher’s Pet (Reid Request)
Request:
So ik you probably gets lots of Dom Spencer requests, but I wanted to do a Professor Reid x reader smut request? Where she either teases him a bunch or he just really wants go fuck her so one day he gets fed up and smut happens? (he fucks her in his office etc) and maybe add some punishment into the mix? Like he has her call him doctor/Professor and he’s super dom and rough? I’ve never really seen anything with this prompt so I’d love to see you do it! Thanks and I love your writing so much btw - @capsarcasticplier
A/N: Thank you so much for a wonderful request! Prof Reid owns my entire soul. I hope that you enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please don’t ask me for a Part 2, y’all - I have a whole series with Prof Reid coming up, lol! Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut! Content Warning: Spanking, Adults w/ Age Gap (14yrs), oral sex (male receiving), Teacher/Student, fingering, penetrative sex, degradation, cursing, roughhousing, gagging Word Count: 9.2K
MASTERLIST
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There are only a few reasons to sign up for Criminal Psychology. You could be like the reasonable students and join the class because you are genuinely interested in the material, or you could be like the rest of us.
That is, you could enroll in the class because the professor is a fine piece of ass fresh out of prison.
Spencer Reid didn’t even try to hide his past; he had practically shared his whole life story within the first few weeks of classes. Then again, I got the sense he had a hard time keeping just about anything a secret with his nasty habit of oversharing.
That was fine with me, though. I quite liked having the ammunition. In fact, I had prepared to use that information today. Because unlike the rest of the thirsty bitches in the class, I wasn’t auditing. I was in this shit.
And today was the class I’d been waiting for for over a month.
“Criminal partnerships aren’t actually as rare as people might believe, with more than one fifth of all serial killers operating in teams, usually composed of two individuals.”
His voice had already sent half the girls in the class into a trance, but I was trying to focus on the content. After all, I didn’t want to miss my chance. I could feel it coming in my bones.
“In a typical partnership, there are two roles. I’m sure you’re all familiar with them already. If you’ve done the reading you should be more than a little familiar. Anyone want to—”
He cut himself off when he noticed the speed with which I raised my hand, a saccharine smile on my face. The expression he returned told me he knew he was in dangerous territory. Nonetheless, he called on me.
“Yes, (Y/n)?”
“Dominant and submissive.” I said matter-of-factly, leaning forward in my seat as I lowered my hand.
“That’s right—“ He started, but I managed to stop him with my loud interruption from the back of the room.
“But there are tons of different types of dominant and submissive partnerships.” He seemed intrigued, and also very concerned about the fact that I was still talking. It wasn’t that unheard of for me to be mouthy in class. I think he knew where I was going with this.
I hoped so. I would have been disappointed if he didn’t. His silence gave me the implicit permission to continue. “It can be master and disciple, parental, siblings, or romantic.”
He smiled, the kind that dimpled his cheeks as it showed just how hard he was trying not to say something.
“So you did the reading,” was what came out instead of whatever had him biting his tongue.
“Of course,” I admitted with a shrug, “But I actually have a question, Professor.”
There was something about the way I felt when I talked to him. It was like the rest of the class disappeared, the tension between the two of us transporting us to another reality. Other times, it felt like the two of us were starring in a movie, and they were the audience watching our every move with rapt attention.
There was a reason everyone joked that I was Teacher’s Pet.
“What’s that?” He asked, shoving his hands into his pocket. My eyes immediately flittered down to his crotch with the movement, and when I returned my gaze to his eyes, I saw him smirking with raised eyebrows.
I didn’t mind that he noticed. Part of me wanted him to.
“Which one are you?”
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The dangers of being backstage.
Done something no one asked for, just have to get this idea out of my head~ It’s not a clean work but hey, it’s something!
When I first heard the song, I can’t help but have to do this (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡
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Home Sweet Home - Spencer Reid X Reader
Description: Reader is extremely horny and is waiting for Spencer to finally get back home to release her pent up sexual frustration while helping Spence relax after a long case.
Spencer Reid X (female) Reader
Category: smut (NSFW)
Rating: Explicit
Contents: Female masturbation, Oral (female receiving), Penetrative sex, Unprotected sex/Creampie
Word Count: 3,860
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I loved my boyfriend with all my heart, therefore I supported him in doing anything and everything he loved and made him happy. Spencer Reid sure loved his job with a burning passion. There was only one tiny drawback about the said job, and that was the traveling. Don’t get me wrong, I am extremely proud of my boyfriend and understand that as an FBI agent on the Behavioral Analysis Unit traveling was part of the job, but my hormones didn’t.
Spencer had been away for a week, and I could not deal with this any longer. I tried to suppress my pent up sexual frustration in any way I could and patiently wait for my boyfriend to come back. I tried painting, listening to music, cleaning the apartment, I even read two of the books Spence left on his nightstand. However, nothing seemed to work. I wasn’t aware my sexual frustration could get any worse until it did.
Still half asleep, my first thought at 9:00 am was Spencer’s hands; how well my breasts fit into his palms, how small I felt as he grabbed me by my waist, how nice his fingers felt in my mouth. Even small mundane daily actions got my core pulsating; I missed being able to see him sit on the couch reading a book and slowly lick the tips of his slender, long fingers as he turned a page, I missed seeing his fingers gracefully jump around his new piano’s keys, I missed seeing his whole morning routine and how he rolled up his shirt sleeves and tied his tie.
There were many perks to living with Spencer, his apartment felt like home since the first day I walked into the living room, but maybe that’s just the feeling I get when I’m with him. I feel at home, safe and protected, an unexplainable peace embracing me, only felt when I’m around him. Living with Spencer had been a great way to spend more time together without having to drive back and forth between apartments. But one of my favorite perks was the fact that I could steal his clothes whenever I wanted to; specifically, his beautiful collection of cardigans.
Realizing I couldn’t go another day being sex-deprived, and given the fact sex wasn’t a possibility at the time, I went for the next big thing. Masturbation. It wasn’t my boyfriend’s dick, but my fingers will have to do for now. So I slowly removed my pajamas, jumped out of bed, and headed straight to my boyfriend’s closet with a very specific cardigan in mind. He wasn’t one to wear a lot of black clothing despite having many neutral colors in his closet, therefore, it wasn’t very hard to spot his all black, Comme des Garçons cardigan. As soon as it was in my hands, I lazily smiled; his earthy scented cologne filling my nostrils as I put it on over my naked body. I take a second to enjoy the feeling of the soft fabric against my body and continue to take in his scent.
I head back to bed excited to get my much-needed release. However, I take my time, needing to savor it as much as possible. As I lay down, my hands go straight to my breasts, one to each, slowly pinching my nipples in between my fingers. I don’t spend too much time on my breasts as I continue to run my hands down my belly going south.
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Naughty! (Spencer Reid x Reader)
A/N So this is my first ever imagine writing for the criminal minds fandom and of course I had to start it off with our lord and saviour Spencer Reid along with some smut.
Warnings:Female masturbation, DDLG kink, Unprotected Sex, Pregnancy Kink, Female Oral Receiving.(Wrap it before you tap it)
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If you ever meet me
The Osiris Club
Summary: You’re the top dancer at the best strip joint Jersey has to offer— The Osiris Club. Sure, it’s grimy as hell, but it’s worth it whenever your favorite client comes in for a good time.
Word Count: 5.5K
Warning: Lemon, purely smutographical content, stripping, bumpin’ and grindin’, face sitting, tail fucking, rough sex, a little fluff at the end for good measure.
A/N: IT’S DONE! Finally! I’m so fucking happy I was able to finish this fic, and just in time for the dvd release! I really hope you guys like it and that I did HB justice. Feedback is gold so don’t forget to drop me a line and reblog, bb’s!
* fanart commissioned by @dixxiemaegraphics *
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