Warnings:Voyeurism, masturbations, sex toys, oral sex (male and female receiving), vaginal sex, angst, talks of domestic abuse, talks of being held captive, protectiveness, Frankie throwing his rank around a little and it’s sexy, domestic violence, threats of murder.
Comments: Frankie finds that his new neighbor doesn’t close her windows when she’s masturbating. You have moved trying to escape your past and catch the handsome man next door watching you one day, inviting him over in the heat of the moment, a decision that will change your lives.
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Frankie had noticed that the ‘FOR RENT’ sign had been taken down next door. Noticed it when he had pulled into the driveway after a long day, noticing that the lights had been turned on, but he hadn’t given it much more thought than that. The need for a beer and a shower urgent. Perhaps a beer in the shower after the day he had. Not noticing that someone was moving around, setting up a home while he opens the door to the house and sighing as he takes his hat off and starts toeing off his boots to let his aching feet breathe.
“Fuck I’m getting old.” He grunts to himself and closes the door, emptying his pockets of keys, wallets, mints and his phone, dumping it all on the entryway table Julia had left when she had moved out two years ago. Hanging up his jacket and pulling his sweaty t-shirt over his head as he walks down the hall towards his bedroom.
Warnings:Gambling, strip Sabacc, nudity, wagers on sex, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex
Comments: A Mandalorian sits down at your Sabacc table on Canto Bight, wanting to play for the ship you have offered up as collateral. Except you decide that you won’t play for money, you’ll play for clothes.
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It wasn’t often that you spent much time in one of the gambling dens on Canto Bight. Often the atmosphere was too much, or the table too rich, but this was interesting. When the Mandalorian had sat down at the table, several were concerned that the obvious bounty hunter had pucks on them. It was clear by the way they quickly gathered their credits and scattered to the four winds. You had been annoyed at that, seeing the potential profit you had been betting on slip through your fingers. Instead, he hadn’t got up to go after one of them or pull out a puck for anyone still seated. He pulled out a pouch of credits and tossed them down, obviously wanting to play. You raise a brow and toss down your latest hand, forfeit since so many left the table. “You’re gonna play, Mando?” You ask in disbelief.
Din tilts his helmet, glad for the visor which makes it easier for him to bluff. “I heard from others that you are betting a ship. I need one. Let’s play.” He orders, gesturing for the dealer to cut the deck. You hum, picking up your drink to take a sip, the others warily looking at each other, unsure of whether they wish to play a Mandalorian. If he loses, he could decide to kill them then and there. Once Din has his cards, he is careful to make sure they are not reflected in his visor as he eyes his hand.
Warnings: Canon style violence, threats of rape, threats of castration, threats of death, death, blood, virgin reader, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, sword fights, crude language, death.
Comments: When your father dies and leaves you to protect your lands and your people from a neighboring lord who wishes to claim both you and the land, you hire mercenaries to fight for you. Pero Tovar is tired of riding and fighting for others after leaving the East, but he agrees to work for you, quickly falling for your bravery and kindness.
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You crumple the parchment, fury marked between your brows and you hiss out your frustrations as you throw the message into the hearth and watch it ignite, the paper and the threat of harsh times to come curling up and blackening in flames before dissolving into ash. If you were a man, this would not be happening. At least not as it is. Your father had to die and leave you without an uncle or cousin to care for you and be your guardian. Now, the neighboring lord to the east sought to steal your father’s lands, your lands and claim them as his own. Claim you as his own, as if you were some conquest to be won by the tip of his sword.
You are more than capable of running your father’s lands, you have been doing it for the past five years while your father’s health declined after being thrown from a horse. Quietly, so that only his master of business and the head guard knew, but you were the one that made the decision for the people who lived and worked the land he owned. The people who needed your protection. “Hawthorne.” You turn to the man in armor, in charge of your men and give him a tired sigh. You know he is in your corner but the twenty men he has under him isn’t enough. “Put the word out, we need swords.” You tell him. “Lots of them. I am not willing to lay down and have my home destroyed by that bastard and he’s not going to be happy until we prove that to him.”
Warnings: Organized crime, guns, violence, drugging, kidnapping, oral sex (male and female receiving), loss of virginity, recording sex with out permission, fingering, domestic violence, threats, murder
Comments:You are a Smith, he is a York, pitted enemies in a turf war between your crime families. A meeting at the infamous neutral territory, The Lounge, ends up with Dave kidnapping you as a blow to the Smith family. Plotting to keep you until you give him something that would be priceless. Your virginity.
A/N: While the reader does have a last name, there is no description for the reader.
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The kind of wet work that went into the shading dealings of his family wasn’t for everyone. There were few that could kill a man with a baseball bat to the head and calmly go kiss their mother before cleaning up for the weekly family dinner. Dave York had been born for it. Only son of the powerful leader of the York crime family, he had killed his first man at fourteen. The blank stare in his dark eyes reported to shake a man to his core, rightly earned with the blood that stained his hands. Groomed to take over as the leader of family, associates and loyal men. To continue the turf war with their bitter enemies, the Smiths.
You are the only daughter of Lewis Smith, raised to take over one day despite your cousin’s desire to be the head of the family. He doesn’t think you’re strong enough, but that’s typical. Most men underestimate you, they think of you as some weak, delicate flower, and not the stone cold killer that you are. You don’t plan to have a turf war when you take over. No, you plan to end it. You plan to kill Dave York before he can kill you.
Captain Anthony J. Crowley would consider himself content with his life. He has a beautiful ship, a competent crew, and a job that gives him more freedom than most but when raiding a loyalist vessel, an unclaimed omega is offered up.
Navigator Aziraphale Eastgate would not consider himself content with his life, but he is trying. He’s sure the famed Nutter Treasure will help if he can just get this crew of privateers to actually listen to him, but it’s difficult being an unclaimed omega. It’s especially difficult when one is offered to an alpha pirate.
Additional Tags: Human AU, Repair Shop AU, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Gang Related Activities, Abusive Family, Jewish!Crowley, Aziraphale Goes to Church, Boss/Employee Relationship Dynamic, and many more tags listed on AO3, so please mind them accordingly.
While it’s unfortunate for one’s car to break down in the middle of the countryside, the pretty-as-a-postcard Tadfield could hardly be considered the worst place Anthony J. Crowley has ever been. Of course, it doesn’t help that it looks like it hasn’t yet seen the turn of the millennia, let alone this decade, but perhaps that’s just what he needs as he crawls his way out of the Hell he’s endured for the past fifteen years. Maybe the last thirty, if he’s honest with himself.
Though he could do without the rain.
When Aziraphale Fell happens upon him and offers him shelter from the storm in his little family-run antique repair shop, neither are expecting it to change everything. The angel with his white umbrella and his tartan bowtie doesn’t expect this mysterious stranger to be able to fill the timely vacancy in his shop or the quiet of his life, but they’ve both had experience in restoring once-beloved items back to their full glory.
Perhaps Crowley hasn’t fallen quite so far that he wouldn’t fit in with the rest of Aziraphale’s ragtag team of eccentric restoration experts. And perhaps they may be able to turn that talent on themselves and each other, and seal the cracks in their own hearts.
