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maximumkillshot · 4 months

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I Can't Lose You-Part 11

Warnings: Triggering memories of the miscarriage, Some is grabbing, shoving, graphic violent thoughts, Cursing, Bin Loses It, threats, Bin hurts himself unintentionally oh yeah and Han loses it too

Pairing: BangChan x Reader?

Characters: Bin, Soo 😒, Han, Stray Kids, Chan is mentioned quite a bit.

A/N: Happy Birthday @galamxy and I am so sorry to everyone in advanced. This one is gonna hurt, but... BUT I am letting you know ahead of time

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Previously: “He won’t… too much respect… I however,” I stated very matter-of-factly, “Have a very hard line, Soo. I don’t touch women in any violent way ever… But if anyone messes with my family and with whe people I love? All of a sudden gender is irrelevant… So the next time you speak, I recommend you speak with that in mind.” I saw the blood drain from her face, I felt a new level of base in my voice. The anger is starting to reach a level I can’t control. Minho added on with “Usually I’d have too much respect. That was before what you said about Y/N. About her losing the baby being a good thing. That it’d make the divorce less messy…” My eyes went wide as my heart dropped on the floor, shattered. When did this happen? How did this happen? I looked away from Soo for the first time, “I don’t think I heard you correctly… She said WHAT?”

Now:

I can’t believe that this came out of her mouth. Given I never would’ve expected this type of behavior from her either but here we are. I looked at Minho’s face and I could tell he wasn’t lying. I looked at Hannie who was sitting on my opposite side and his face said the same.

If I wasn’t sitting I would have probably collapsed. I went from a relaxed position to leaning forward, cracking my neck as I tried to contain my rage. I wiped my hands down my face, Changbin, calm down, I told myself. I went back to what Seungmin told me, “You promised her you were coming back.”

I heard Hannie say… “Wait.”

When I looked at him, his mouth was open in utter disbelief, “You knew…” he said to Soo… When I looked back at Soo all I saw was a smile creeping onto her face, “You knew they were trying to conceive?! When Chan told you, there was no gasp of shock, no condolences… even now… You’re smiling because you knew…”

Soo smiled saying, “How do you think Chris and I started talking in the first place? It was clear she was broken, now the outside matches the inside. Maybe this will be a warning for you.” She looked at me, “She’s damaged goods, don’t you want to know what it’s like to be a dad?” How dare she. I looked at Han as he stared daggers at her. Hannie is not known for becoming angry, but he looks enraged at what Soo just said. I looked back to Soo.

I looked into her eyes as I wondered what she meant by that. ‘She’s damaged goods, don’t you want to know what it’s like to be a dad?’ I’ve never been good at hiding my fondness for Angel, that’s for sure, but I don’t know where she’s getting at. Angel has only had eyes for Chan, her person… hurt my person.

I don’t know why she would throw something like her fertility at me like it’s some deal breaker. It isn’t. I could live in a shack with nothing except Y/N and I would be the richest man on the planet. Children would be nice, but if it meant giving her up, I don’t need kids, I need her. This is all hypothetical of course.

I was sure she could feel the tension shift as I could feel my face contort from the rage, “So not only are you so fucking desperate that you’ll cheat with your best friend’s husband. Not only will you cheat knowing they were trying to conceive, but when they finally do conceive, after TWO YEARS you say that it was a good thing that child died because it would make the divorce less messy?!” I've never felt this level of rage. It was almost accusatory the way she threw Y/N’s fertility. Like because she didn’t get pregnant, that’s why they cheated.

I am feeling so many levels of disdain, hurt, and disbelief. How could anyone say that about anyone else? It is unfathomable to me how someone could hurt someone else like this. How someone could think that let alone voice it. That takes it to a different level of disgust for me.

Han sighed as he said, “And you sit there, almost blaming Y/N for your sins? For Chris’ sins? You don’t know anything about what she’s been through. Constantly waiting for Chris, him making her feel like an afterthought,” Han added on, “telling her he has no time for her, that he has more important things to do. One of us,” He pointed to himself and me, “One of us slept in the same bed as her every night because she’d cry to sleep on her own. You know what? We’d do it again. All of it. Because she is worth that and more.” I could feel Han vibrating with emotion. I can tell I’m not the only one that is feeling this.

I tacked on, “Meanwhile he’s cheating with you,” I scoffed, “Talk about trading in a diamond for a piece of glass. You are the lowest of the low. She isn’t broken. You two are!” I took a breath, “I don’t know what to do with what you’ve done. I’m hurt and angry, and I’m not even the one who was cheated on!” I barked at her.

The images of me doing things I didn’t want to do started flashing in my head. She isn’t a woman anymore, hell, she isn’t even a person. I could see myself grabbing it by the throat, picking it up, throwing it across the room, and punching, and screaming while I did it. Using its face as a punching bag. I can’t… As much as I want to, I can't. A sinister, yet just voice playing right next to Seungmin's in my mind, It’s right there in front of you. You’re in pain, agony even… Take it out on one of the people that caused it. No one would blame you. Meanwhile, Seungmin’s voice is still playing, “Don’t make her lose you too.”

I almost lunged out of my chair before I caught myself. Instead of getting up and doing what I wanted, I screamed, “HOW?! How did she find any humanity in you!? A child died, an innocent child who did nothing wrong…died. Gone, will never have the chance to breathe. Somehow, you view it as a good thing?! THEN YOU COME HERE!!” I could feel every cell in my body burning, trying to just reach across and… “ YOU COME HERE, TRYING TO ACT LIKE YOU’RE HER FRIEND?!”

I looked at her as I grabbed her shirt, I got up dragging her to her feet along with me, “You want to know what I’m thinking right now?” I smiled at her. This felt good. Seeing her realize just how much danger she is in. She thought I wouldn’t move. Like I said before, I don’t discriminate when it comes to protecting my own.

I could see the tears start to form in her eyes as I vaguely heard Han, “Hyung? Bin!”

“I am thinking about how easy it would be to turn your face into a fucking suggestion, make the outside match the inside. Disgusting, putrid, worthless, bloody… Han and Minho are strong, but not strong enough or fast enough to stop me from crushing your windpipe with one hand.” I grabbed the back of her neck, squeezing enough to make it known.

She yelped as I continued, “It wouldn’t be hard for me. I lift twice your weight for fun.” I laughed, “No one’s here to save you. Especially not your shitty boyfriend… He’s nursing a broken nose at home…”

I felt her body tense, “I don’t want to stop at a broken nose for you…” I chuckled. “I want to send a message so badly. I want to put you in the ICU,” I seethed just inches from her face.“I was happy you stood away but now you DARE walk into here. Demanding to see her, after you say something so vile, so…”

I could feel Han trying to loosen my grip, I was barely registering anything except her deer-in-the-headlights stare, “Now that you tried to come here when I wasn’t here, trying to capitalize,” I saw that same smirk playing at her lip. “I was going to let you go if I ever saw you again… Now..” I could feel my chest heaving as I said, “Now I want to make it clear to YOU and CHRIS… you come near her… I’ll kill you… I meant it when I said it to him, looks like he needs a reminder. You’ll have to pay for both sins.” She started yelping as I screamed, “SHUT YOUR MOUTH. You have no RIGHT, no SHAME…” I don’t recognize my voice, it’s so heavy, leering… They turned you into this. Show them.

I heard Minho, “Changbin-ah I know…I want to hurt her too, I want it so badly but we can’t… We aren’t them, Bin.” I shrugged him off as I dragged her to the nearest wall and shoved her against it.

I threw my fist at the wall right next to her head. I felt it vibrate with the hit, “You have no idea what I want to do to you right now. It is taking everything in me not to destroy you.” She was whimpering as she cried, trying to look away from me. “The pain that I want to put you through is nothing compared to what Y/N is going through. Look at you, a coward that can’t even look me in the eye. She is more than you could ever be.”

I could feel myself wanting to pick my fist back up and land it on her face so badly. I have never wanted to hurt anyone, until now. The disrespect, the pain, and the absolute lack of empathy make me want to tear her apart. I have been holding in so much pain and agony for so long that I feel like I’m going crazy. I need someone to take it out on. Who better than one of the people who stabbed Y/N in the back? Who else is more deserving than one of the people who killed her child? This makes sense, call it karmic justice. Even breathing just thinking about it feels better.

I can vaguely hear Hannie… Not like I really can hear much of anything aside from Soo’s pathetic whimpers. For someone so brazen to be this cowering mess, all for seeing me like this. I felt my features soften at that as I smirked at her, even chuckling slightly at the fact that for some reason she decided coming down here was a good idea. If anything this is Darwinism at work, right? A part of me thinks so, at the very least.

If I were to fully embrace this… the impending feeling I knew would cause goosebumps at the relief. Seungmin’s in my head again, “Y/N deserves everything we got.” This mental tug of war makes me feel like I am being torn in half, I just want to cause pain. I want Soo to hurt. I made my decision, Get your relief… It’s not a person…

As I went to shift my weight, I heard “Binnie?”.... Y/N?

I could hear her coming from a phone. That once melodic voice quaking. She was reaching for me. Begging me by only saying my name. My whole body froze, and my vision stopped narrowing, hearing her. “Binnie? Hannie, where's Binnie?” I heard her say again. She sounds so scared. I could tell she had been crying, she needed me. I can’t do this to her.

I saw Han come into my peripheral, his phone in his hand.

“He’s right here Anya... Binnie’s right here.” Hannie’s voice is so stiff, he’s never afraid of me. I hate it when people are afraid of me. When my eyes flicked to Han I could see the fear. He put his hand on my arm that I was holding Soo’s shirt with. That touch helped me ground myself and see things from a different perspective.

“Why is Binnie not talking Hannie? Did I do something wrong?” I heard her, loud and clear as I tried to gain control of my body again. I wanted to scream,

“No, it’s not your fault, Angel. No, I am just… I’m hurting, Love. I’m hurting so fucking bad and I don’t know where to place it. I only ever went to Channie Hyung when I was in pain. I don’t know what to do knowing he was the one that caused it, Angel. He hurt you, I trusted him to take care of you, you’re my heart… When you cry, I cry; when you hurt, I hurt. You could never do something to warrant me not talking to you. You have never done anything wrong, I love you so much,” My mouth isn’t working as the memories flash. My chest wants to cave in.

“No nothing’s wrong, Anya. Binnie is just listening to your voice, is that okay?” Han asked so gently. How is he so gentle right now? The woman in front of me is one-half of the reason Y/N is here. She’s in my hands right now. The screams replay in my head as I look at Soo, If she knew she never would’ve come here, I’m lying to myself now as my grip tightens on her.

“Yeah, is Binnie coming back? He promised he would,” I heard her ask. Of course, I’m coming back. She’s my home, how could I leave her? Especially like this. Soo isn’t worth it, and neither is Chan, but I want them to pay. I felt my hand throb against the wall. Feeling the texture as it stands against my fist take some of the haze away. Pleading to Y/N in my head, “I want them to pay, pleeease let me make them pay. Let me make sure they’ll stay away, Angel. I need to protect you, you’re the only part of me that matters.” “Hannie I want my Binnie I’m scared,” I heard her so clearly, I could even hear the sniffles that she would allow to escape every once in a while. I could feel myself at war with what I wanted and what was right. I want to kill Soo, but killing is wrong. So I was stuck there with the love of my life practically begging me to choose her over what I wanted to do. I was trying so hard to open my mouth and try to sound strong but I was three seconds from collapsing. I’m scared too, Angel. I’m terrified. I can’t lose you. I won’t survive it. I’m not me without you.

“M’here Angel. I’ll..” my voice betrayed me. I cleared my throat, “I’ll be there in a minute. I’ll see you soon,” I felt tears brimming in my eyes as I looked at Soo. I could see the shock on her face, that has to be enough for me.

At the end of it all, hurting Soo would do nothing. It won't get Y/N anywhere. The pain, the suffering, it's all still going to be there, only she'll have to face it all without me. I can't do that to her. It's not fair, what happened to her. I have to let Soo go, to protect my Angel. That is more than doable.

Hannie hung up the phone and I looked at Soo as I said, “You aren’t worth any ounce of effort anyone puts towards you. You are a nerveless little leech that sucked the life and kindness out of someone I love very much. You tell Chris what you saw here today. You tell him every detail… Especially this… If you or Chris ever try to come near her uninvited… I will not be this kind again… Do you understand me?”

She nodded violently as I released my grasp on her shirt, instead shoving her by her shoulder to Han, almost knocking both of them down in the process as I said, “Han, get her out of here before I change my mind.” I faced the wall as I tried to breathe. I have never wanted to kill someone more than just now. I’m scared, relieved, and also guilty.

Just the fact that I was so close to possibly losing Y/N again while I was gone, shot through me like lightning in that car. Now I’m here and the threat’s gone. The original one is. That was relieving, but now I am so guilty.

If Y/N saw me like this, she would’ve been disappointed. Is that the kind of man I am?

As soon as I register the door closing my knees hit the concrete and I’m blinded by my tears. Who am I? Soo was so scared… and I liked it? I wanted more of it. I wanted her to feel the fear Y/N felt. The pain she feels. Y/N would never want that for anyone. I almost caused her more pain. For what? To satiate my own need?

“What kind of man am I?” I asked no one in particular as I felt the rage ebbing into whispers, staring at my hands, one already developing bruises from how hard I punched the wall, the other aching from how tight my grip was on Soo’s shirt. An image flashed of when Y/N went limp in my arms, her screams louder than the last time. My shoulders shook with the sobs that left me then.

I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder as I heard Minho speaking softly, “You are the type of man that would do anything for the woman he loves. You’re the type that takes her pain as your own.”

I turned to Minho and said, “Hyung, I don’t know what to do. I can’t take it away.” my tears started running down my face. All I heard was Minho saying, ‘I got you’ and I let go collapsing on him.

Minho said right into my ear, “You are a loving, caring person, Changbin. You trusted a person with your own heart and they destroyed it. It’s natural to want blood, Bin. You just proved to yourself that love is more important than revenge. You, Seo Changbin, are the type of man that is rarest of all.” I continued to cry as I held onto Minho, “You are unapologetically you. You live with your heart on your sleeve and you give without asking for anything.” “I can hear it all… Every time I hear her screams, I feel her go limp in my arms, I see the blood,” I gulped in the air, “I wa-want to make it better, Hyung. Why can’t I take it from her?” I asked.

I felt Minho quivering as he sniffled himself, “No one can, I’m sorry Changbin-ah.” I knew that answer. Logically I knew it. “But what you can do..” I looked at him, “You can show her, that loving a person is unconditional. It is as simple as breathing. You show her, that no matter what she can or can’t give you, you’ll be there. Not because you have to, but because you want to.”

I nodded as I tried to stop the tears with Minho saying periodically, “Take your time… Breathe, you’re okay. You’re good.” I was mumbling to myself how I couldn’t believe I thought what I thought and he responded with, “Don’t go there. I’m proud of you for stopping and thinking. That’s what matters.”I wasn’t sure how much time had passed as I heard Minho say, “Let me see your hand.”

I showed it to him. I could see the black and blue forming on my knuckles. When he asked me to make a fist, it was a little painful but not that bad. He smiled as he said “Good news, nothing looks broken… the bad news is there is no way you’re going to be able to hide it from Y/N. So what’s the plan Changbin, any ideas?” His eyebrows went up in question.

“I’m not going to lie to her, Minho. I can’t.” I said plainly. She is already so fragile and lying wouldn’t help that. I also can’t tell her that I lost it and almost hurt Soo. Given, I was mad, but still. I don’t know.

His eyebrows furrowed as he smirked, “You know sometimes you’re a little too chilverous.” I just grinned as he continued, “Alright I guess I’ll have to explain it… As far as I’m concerned you slammed your hand in the car door when you were trying to get back here. Sound good?” I nod.

I heard Minho’s phone go off and I saw Lix’s face on the screen, “one guess” he giggles. He picked it up and put it on speaker.

“MinMin where’s my Binnie?” I heard Y/N loud and clear through the phone. She sounds a little better, I could hear the tease in it. “We were just wrapping up here Beautiful, everything okay?” He asked, smiling at me.

“Yeah, just Inn-ah trying to eat the last brownie I’m saving for Binnie.” She giggled. My heart swelled. She was saving it for me? I haven’t had one of those in… almost a year now that I think about it.

I heard Inn-ah in the background, “Just a nibble, Y/N?”

She giggled as she said, “Binnie hasn’t had one in a while Innie, and you live with the guy that makes them.” She laughed. She’s thinking about me? After all of this. She’s focused on me?? I think Minho could see the confusion as he looked at me.

I giggled as I said, “What about the bag of snacks we brought for the boys Seungmin?” I heard Seungmin’s voice loud and clear, “They picked it clean, vultures… I’m surprised the bag’s still there.” I heard Y/N laugh slightly louder. It melted me to my core as I laughed.

I heard Hyunjin say, “Says the one who had a whole pan of brownie to himself. I don’t mind eating clean but had I known I would’ve fought you for that pan, Seungmin.” I could see Hyunjin’s face in my head glaring at Seungmin.

I laughed as I said, “OK Angel we are on our way. Sorry, it took so long.” I smirked at the phone, I couldn’t wait to see her. I always get this swell in my heart that spreads to all of me when I see her.

“It’s okay. As long as you’re coming back that’s all I care about.” She giggled. Minho hung up and said, “What happened in this room, stays in this room.” I think he could tell that I was embarrassed about my breakdown. I’m used to being the person that people go to for support. I am rarely the one to need the support. This was Minho’s way of saying my breakdown stays with him. I patted him on the back, silently thanking him.

When we walked out into the hallway I could see Hannie waiting by the door. Minho motioned for Hannie to come towards us. When he met us Minho whispered, “Follow my lead.” With that we walked back to the room together, Minho leading. When Minho went in he explained the hand injury away, “First thing’s first Beautiful. You’ll notice that Binnie’s hand is bruised, it was an accident, he’s fine and it’s not broken, okay?” He looked relieved as he motioned for me to come in.

When I came in I was met with a gentle smile from her. At that moment I realized something. Soo never told me why she was here. I know why she’s here. Chan was banking on me losing it, seeing her. He was banking on me getting myself arrested or at the very least kicked out so that I would be ripped away from Angel’s side. I smiled wider knowing that not only did I keep my cool, but this experience that he caused just made me want to stick closer to her.

Every time it feels like the first time I see her. Always takes my breath away. Even in a hospital gown, chocolate remnants on her face. I smiled at her, “Hi, Angel, sorry it took a bit. You have something for me?” I asked as I went to sit in a chair.

She looked at me with furrowed brows, “I want my Binnie cuddles,” She said as she reached out for me. How could I deny that? I saw Seungmin get up and walk to a chair, sitting down.

I smiled at her as I nestled up to her in the hospital bed. She smiled as she handed me the last piece of brownie, “It’s the corner piece, your favorite.”

She looked up at me and wiped a tear from my face, when did I start crying again? “Why are you crying, Binnie?”

I answered honestly, “I’m so happy to see you giggling and seeing you save this for me. I’m just lucky to know you, let alone be a part of your life.” I dried a tear from her too as I smiled.

She buried her face into my side as she giggled. That made everyone in the room break out in smiles. The rest of the night was passed in smiles and laughs until eventually, Y/N started yawning. I looked at her trying to fight the sleep until I guided her head to my chest again. She was sleeping before I could even notice. One by one, everyone was asleep except for me. Seeing everyone asleep. I permitted myself to pass out for the night too, and before I knew it, I was out like a light myself.

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pascalsbby · 11 months

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CARNAL : PROLOGUE

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Carnal Masterlist / Masterlist

Summary: 2.9K/ f!reader, dark!joel, stalker!joel.

Warnings: 18+ mdni, SMUT, age gap (unspecified but reader is late into college), female masturbation, joel masturbating, dominate & aggressive joel, cam girl, pet names, praise kink, he briefly talks you through it, tells you what to do. talk of: trauma (not graphic or specified as SA), pain kink, fingering, sucking fingers, red flag girl stalker!joel is coming, the usual pure filth

“You thought you had it all figured out before him. Animals. Tender, primal flesh. That’s what we are at the end of the day, right? Fucking, testing one another and then eating each other alive, heart first. Maybe the heart is the sweetest part of the body- or maybe it’s just the easiest to get to.”

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It started as a way to claim something back for yourself. Pieces that you’d given away over the years, ones that had been ripped from your hands, your body. This way, you had a say.

Strip, open your lips for a stranger to coo praise towards your teeming core… and then pay you. You cried a couple of times afterwards, languidly sitting in the filth of your own desire. Through the guilt of it all, it was hard to explain why it pleasured you so deeply.

No man had ever, in real life, truly pleasured you. Taking cock this way and that just for you to squeeze your walls together and moan, tired of the wrestle and hoping it would end soon. “I came.”

This, behind a camera, didn’t feel like real life, though. Most of the time you didn’t see their faces, just the curvature of desperate dick and tiring arms. That made it easier, of course, until the money became second thought to how pleasing their whispered obscenities were, dripping from their mouth down to their sobbing cocks.

You read somewhere that some kinks are a result of trauma, which makes sense. Having an angry father and a mother who didn’t leave her bed until after you left for college, was just the first lock on a heavily bolted door. You raised yourself, your brother, your mother, your father. Labeled an ‘old soul’ or whatever the fuck the grownups always told you as they patted your back and sent you along.

Scratching your way through childhood, you decided it would be easier to be invisible in high school. You painted, and finally you were noticed. You told yourself college would be different. But the only interest shown was that of your body, or that of your art.

Maybe if he praised the way my tits looked after he marked himself into them, I’d feel better about myself. Maybe if he slipped his spit-soaked fingers into the right place, I’d be cured.

The cure never came, no matter how many different sets of fingers you had inside of you. No matter how many tubes of oil you emptied onto primed canvas. Everyone always wants to know the story of how the canvas came to be covered, but do they really want that truth?

Maybe the desire to bare yourself to these men stemmed from never being wanted or loved the way you loved others. So much so that it caved in your chest the first time you fell in love. You fundamentally could not understand why he wouldn’t try as hard as you, why he didn’t love like you did. “I just don’t know if I want to stay with you because of your body, or if it’s because I love you.” Watering yourself down was preferred, it hurt less, even though there’s shame in that, too. So love hadn’t really crossed your mind since. You wondered where that little girl was, who so deeply believed in it, despite the fact she never received it back. Desire, pleasure, pain with no connection? That was easy.

So uttering your want…need, to be hit, spit on, filled, devoured- as if it was an act of release- to any sexual partner, lover, or even therapist, never seemed right. Especially when you were aware that you would collapse into yourself afterward, falling over the thin line of possible pleasure and needing safety. Of wanting to, but not being able to let yourself go completely.

The stranger across the screen? They could tear you apart in every way you wanted, without you having to beg or be asked “why?” Without touching you. Afterwards, you could shut the computer screen.

This was your secret, the squalor. A juxtaposing new kind of fight.

You thought you had it all figured out before him. Animals. Tender, primal flesh. That’s what we are at the end of the day, right? Fucking, testing one another and then eating each other alive, heart first. Maybe the heart is the sweetest part of the body- or maybe it’s just the easiest to get to.

You learned quickly that he was in charge. Submitting to him felt like second nature. You’d long ago given up the belief that someday, someone would save you.

@texanblackbird

You look like you need to be put in your place sweetheart. Havin your sweet little holes out for all these men and what worthwhile could they possibly be givin you back?

You

Well Texan Paul McCartney, right now they’re giving me a lot more than you. $100 and I’ll enter a room with you for an hour.

@texanblackbird

Let me help you little bird, you sound fuckin pathetic. $300 and you’re mine for 30 minutes. Don’t open your mouth until I say & don’t you dare smart off to me again, got it? Then I won’t clip your wings, not just yet.

You felt your cheeks swell with heat, but more so you felt the pull in your core. His profile picture was missing his face of course, but you couldn’t deny that from the small circle, the body filling it looked intriguing. You got off of the bed, sat up your laptop and checked yourself in the mirror above your desk. You brushed out your too-perfect lipstick with your finger, making it look a little more worn. Making it seem like you were a little more experienced, that you put on a good show. That you were worth the money.

You let him in and waited.

He was breathtaking, sat in a simple office chair. His shoulders spread the entire width- he engulfed it. His collarbones adorned by freckles and warm-toned skin. Like the sky had kissed him over and over, singing praises into his skin. He had gotten a little sun recently, his chest blushing and soft looking with a few scars from time. His arms splayed across his lap, jeans still on but wantonly unbuttoned. He was thick, rugged- dirty even. He needed a shower from whatever laboriously hard work he had just completed. You could already see the length of him pushing against his jeans. His hips protruding slightly, curving at his thighs. Veins running down his hallowed v line.

He wasn’t big in the sense of grotesque protruding muscles, but large in a soft way. His biceps pushing against his skin, showing that he would easily overtake you, lay you down and pin you where he wanted. Strong. His shoulders could support you. His fingers thick… one was the equivalent of your two. He could caress the spongey insides of you with absolute ease. His palm greatly bigger than your entire face. You imagined it sprawling your mound, fingers tall enough to push down on your stomach at the same time his thumb was pushing down into your body. His build was that of an older man, someone whose body has seen years, been loved, discarded, kissed, and maybe even hated. His stomach lightly spilled over his half open jeans, hair curling above the seam and crawling up towards his belly button.

You didn’t dare say anything until he instructed. You sat pretty on the edge of your bed and took him in. Oh, you would do anything he asked of you. Then, he took out his cock and spoke a voice that sent fire down your spine.

Husked, vibrating, basey. You never had an affinity for a southern drawl until his lips parted.

He spent most of your sessions hungrily ordering you around your own body. He was abhorrent in ways you’d never dreamed before. You discovered parts of yourself you didn’t know needed touching, panting and babbling for him. Right when you’d hit a new spot he would huff a laugh at your desperation, breathing out, “Good girl. Goooood. Now do it again, harder. That’s it baby.”

“Turn around ‘n spread open those pretty lips for daddy. I wanna see what you look like drippin from the back. Bend over. Mhmm, oh so good,” he paused as you did what he asked, “God damn I know that pretty pussy would love to swallow this cock. Don’t ya think so Birdie?”

“Y… yes sir.” In reality, it would absolutely destroy you. But imagining the stretch of your hole as he slipped himself into you was enough to pull out another orgasm. Your entrance tightening and losing slack each time he sheathed himself into you.

“Let it out baby girl.” You did. You let it out for him, unabashedly.

If his deep voice wasn’t enough by itself, then even looking at his hands was sometimes enough to send you over the edge. The way he grabbed himself, spitting multiple times into his palm in order to cover the width, moving his middle finger in lazy circles around his angry head. Drawing spit into strings to wet his slit, pushing the precum down the veins of his length. Breathing heavily and moaning from his chest.

He told you that all of your holes needed to be filled simultaneously until you were whimpering, begging for reprise. You agreed through overstimulated tears.

By the fourth encounter, you’d given him your phone number, not thinking too deeply into it, considering by this time he was paying you enough to cover your phone bill three times over. And rent.

You lived alone in an apartment a few minutes outside of campus, far enough to drive but not far enough away to feel like you weren’t in the mix of everything. Everyone around you was around the same age, so no one thought twice about the moans you failed to stifle. Or the dad-aged man who often sat in the lobby, head down- unbeknownst to you, of course.

You still didn’t know each others name, but you were instructed to call him ‘daddy’ and ‘sir’. When he wasn’t calling you filthy pet names he called you ‘darlin’’ or ‘sweetheart’. You Googled his phone number but couldn’t find anything worth following. The ignorance to who he could be was good enough for you, blissful even. It fed into your daydreams between seeing him every Thursday.

You’d never had a true conversation with him, never dared ask why that day over any other. Upon his request you would send him multiple pictures a day, your fingers in your mouth. He wanted to see the wetness in your underwear, begging for you stick your fingers in and play with it so he could see what he’d done to you.

By the seventh encounter you knew you wanted to be completely devoured by him. You wanted to fill the space between his teeth.

“I want to bring you pain so that you know what real pleasure feels like. Bring you so close to the edge that I’m the only one who can bring you back. I want you to fall on your knees for me, I want you bruised and beggin,” he husked, “at my mercy, not the world’s.”

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One Thursday, someone knocked at your door amidst your indecency. You had a few friends, mostly those with the same major and classes. It didn’t make sense for them to be showing up, considering you’d just spent a three hour class time with them.

Your movements stuttered.

“You gonna get that?”

“Are you gonna let me?”

“And let whoever it is see how wasted you look right now? Absolutely. Tell ‘em I said hi,” he smirked.

The knocking continued until you finally made it to the door. Whoever it was, could by no means enter your apartment, especially not your bedroom.

“Sarah!” Oh god.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay? Have you been crying? Who hurt you, let me at ‘em!”

Always full of energy, this one. She was a few years younger than you, a photography major you had met when she approached you one day in the Student Union, asking if she could take your portraits because you, “had a certain aura about you.” Of course you agreed, how could you say no to someone who was so entirely happy? You exchanged numbers and had at least one new text from her daily, since. You hadn’t seen the photographs yet, she took them on an old film camera, but you kept meaning to ask if she’d developed them.

“I’m okay, promise. I just wasn’t expecting you. I would invite you in but I’m not feeling too great at the moment. I think I caught the cold that Shay had,” you pouted, hoping your were selling it well.

“Oh no worries, I texted you but you didn’t respond so I thought I’d walk the couple doors down! I just wanted to see if you wanted to grab dinner on campus, but we’ll reconvene another time.”

“I’m sorry,” you palmed your forehead, “it’s been a day. I promise I’ll answer next time. Dinner tomorrow night?”

“Sure! See you then. Text me if you need anything.”

“Always,” you said with a smile as she walked away and you closed the door.

You hadn’t been to her place just yet. She has a roommate she absolutely despises, you learned. You didn’t know she had an ill bone in her body, but she spends most of her time outside of her apartment, understandably so. It made you feel a sort of calm though, knowing she lived so close. You were going to miss her liveliness whenever you graduated and she returned to her hometown for the summer. You wished you’d met her earlier in college.

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He had heard everything, you rushed too quickly out and didn’t close your bedroom door entirely. The apartment is small, he thought, if it was anything like Sarah’s. Sound travels. He wondered if Sarah was there to drop off the pictures she’d taken of you. Oh she was so excited about them, FaceTiming him months ago to show him. She insisted that she would wait to give them to you, as a graduation present. At the time, graduation was a semester away.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” You were. There was something in your eyes that fell to the pit of his stomach. Who had hurt you so badly that your eyes gave it away, pleading? You looked so small, sitting at a table with pencil in hand, drawing. You looked so familiar, he felt your stare in his core.

He would never admit that he had taken a screenshot of one specific image as Sarah continued on, “She was just sitting there, and I went up to her and asked her! And now we’re friends. I feel like we’ll be best friends soon. She’s a senior though, but she lives right down the hall. And oh! Her taste in music is so similar to yours too, you’d like her.” She smiled.

He looked at the picture shamefully. Between jobs, in the bathroom, in his work truck. He felt gross the first time he touched himself to you, but it felt so good, the way his cock would twitch at the thought of all the ways he could ruin you. Fix you.

A week later he couldn’t take it anymore. He found you quickly, you popped up in Sarah’s Instagram friends right under a few other people, smiling in your profile picture. Private, but your social media was all under the same name, so he took you for everything he could find. You were an artist, loved classic rock and always retweeted sad poetry.

The day he came across your secret Twitter felt like an answer to a prayer. He knew you had it in you. What a naughty girl. But why would you follow yourself? That wasn’t very smart of you. Did you even think about your own safety? Did you even care?

He made an account on the cam site you promoted on said post- and he was in. As far as he knew, Sarah had never mentioned him to you… never had a reason too.

You’d surprised her one weekend, showing up to have dinner with her. Not before sitting in the lobby for a few minutes, hoping to catch a glance of you. For you to pass by without a thought, the air bringing your scent to his nose. He even walked down the opposite side of Sarah’s hallway when he got to the fourth floor, trying to see if there was any indication which apartment was yours. Maybe he would knock on it, accidentally, apologize and say he was looking for his daughters apartment. He wanted more of you, anything he could get his hands on.

The money wasn’t an issue for him, he lived alone and didn’t need much. He gave it to you happily if it meant that you were his for an hour, through text, whatever. He gave you a fake number, one that led back to some app he texted you on. He’d had these obsessive tendencies before.

You returned to him, blushing while dropping the robe you had hastily grabbed. As you sat on the edge of your bed, spreading your thighs open for him, tracing wet lines towards your cunt, he knew that you were his, you would be. An hour later he was texting Sarah.

“What time is your friends capstone show next week?”

Extra: Joel in his truck

Part 3

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A/N: Thank you for all the love in Part 1! I haven’t written in a while, but I’ve just graduated college and I have some downtime and a busy brain to satiate.

I just wanted to state that I’m pro-sex work & pro-therapy! This is me writing parts of myself and my own trauma into the main character…forgive me! ‘Art’ is embarrassing sometimes, huh?

I have an entire Pinterest board filled with ideas, pictures, quotes for this fic. I hope you guys are enjoying ☺️

Tag List: @paleidiot @sarap-77 @i-love-rafe

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nicoline1998enilocin · 9 months

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Interesting

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.2K

SUMMARY | Bucky wasn't much of a talker before he met you, and he usually doesn't talk until you enter the room he's in. One day, Sam calls him out on his behavior, and he tells him that you're the only one who is actually worth listening to in the Compound.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Light swearing, 2 idiots in love who won’t see it until it’s pointed out to them.

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You have been holed up in your room for the entire afternoon because you're trying to get your wardrobe sorted out. You've been wanting to do this for a while, and there was no better day than the rainy Sunday you have found yourself currently enjoying. You got some music playing on your tv filling the space with some Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, and Panic! At The Disco to give you the boost of energy you need to see it through to the end. You're usually known to abandon things like this halfway, but you were sure today would be different, and now you're almost at the end. You promised Nat and Wanda that as soon as you were done they could search through it and pick out the clothes they want, the rest of it will go to Goodwill and be used for people who need them.

It took you only 15 more minutes before the pile on your bed was almost too big and threatening to topple over, but you stopped right on time. You knew Nat and Wanda would be in the living room so you walked over there. They were in conversation with Steve and Sam, Bucky was there too but he was just reading a book in a comfy chair in the corner. As soon as you walk into the living room Bucky looks up from his book and acknowledges you. ''Hi doll, it's good to see you again! We almost thought you had escaped or something,'' he said with a wink and you just laughed at his comment. ''No, just sorting my clothes is all! How's your book?'' you ask and he proceeds to tell you all about this book he's been reading.

You sit on the arm of the chair he's currently sitting in as the two of you have an entire conversation about the book, since it's one of the thrillers you've recommended to him and he's been hooked on it since the beginning. What the two of you failed to notice, however, is that the entire room had gone quiet, because they hadn't heard Bucky say a single word ever since they walked in and they asked if it was okay to join him. He just gave him a grunt in response, and they were completely flabbergasted at the fact that he could in fact talk. He just kept rambling on and on about his opinions, until Sam cleared his throat and both of you looked at him.

''Really? You're talking to her like you've not seen each other for weeks, but we can't even get a hello?!'' he says with a scowl as he looks at Bucky. ''I was just reading, it's no big deal. I was just invested is all,'' he says but everyone knows that wasn't exactly convincing. Steve is the only one who knows what's going on but he won't tell anyone, because Bucky told him about his feelings towards you in secret. Bucky never told anyone about Steve's feelings for Natasha either, so they knew they could 100% trust each other, even though this was making it slightly more obvious. ''Alright, you keep telling yourself that while I go make myself a cup of coffee,'' Sam says as he stands up, walking towards the kitchen.

This time you turned to Nat and Wanda, who were still looking at you and Bucky in disbelief. ''Did you two still want to go rummage through my clothes or-'' you say and before you can finish your sentence you are pulled away by the girls to your room, barely able to say goodbye to Bucky and Steve. ''See you guys!'' is all you get out before you're out of earshot. ''Could you please slow down? I'm not wearing shoes and the floor is slippery!'' you say and they finally do, but only when the three of you have reached your room.

''Spill it, now!'' Nat demands, but you have no clue what she's getting at. You look at her with a confused face, and then to Wanda in the hopes she would explain what's going on with Nat. ''W-what do you mean?'' you ask with hesitation clear in your voice. ''You and Bucky, what's going on between the two of you? He hasn't said a single word since we walked in, and right when you walk in he's talking like there's an endless stream of thoughts coming out of his mouth,'' she says and you blush. Is your crush on the super soldier that obvious? ''Nothing is going on, I swear! I didn't even know he didn't say anything to you, I assumed he was just busy with his book and happened to look up when I walked in...'' you say as a blush creeps up your cheeks and down your neck.

''I swear, nothing is going on! Now can the two of you just go through my clothes? That way I can still bring the rest to Goodwill before they close today,'' you tell them and they do, steering the conversation to your clothes as they try it on, and almost the entire pile is shared between the two girls. The rest of it goes into some trash bags and you're on your way to the parking garage when you're suddenly stopped by Bucky. ''Here, let me help you,'' he says and you gladly accept. When they're loaded into your car he offers to go with you and you happily agree. ''Shall we get some coffee before heading back to the Compound?'' he asks and you nod, that would be nice, especially with this rainy weather.

A few weeks have passed and there have been a few more incidents like the one when you walked into the living room, tonight would be no different. Tony invited everyone out to a bar to celebrate your last mission which happened to be a huge success, but you would be joining everyone later since you were having dinner with an old friend first. All the other Avengers were already at the bar, and Bucky was staring at the door as if it would run away if he didn't keep his gaze locked onto it constantly. ''You know she won't be coming in here any time soon, leave the door alone already,'' Sam sighs, but Bucky doesn't listen.

You decided to go for an edgy yet casual outfit today, perfect for the weather outside right now. Fall has finally arrived in New York and as much as you love the colder weather, it was also nice to be somewhere warm with all your colleagues and friends. You said your goodbyes to Ava as you walked into the bar, and she walked the rest of her way home. The little bell above the door went off and with it, Bucky's facial expression completely changed. ''You've got the be kidding me,'' Sam mumbled under his breath but Bucky didn't pay attention, all he had eyes for is you. ''Hi, guys! Sorry I'm late,'' you say as you sit down on the bar stool next to Bucky. Of course, he saved it for you so you could sit next to him.

''How was dinner with Ava?'' Bucky asked and you told everyone all about her, how the two of you met, some crazy antics the two of you have gotten into, and of course dinner tonight. She recently got engaged and she wanted to tell you in person, you couldn't be happier for her. Bucky had made sure to get your favorite drink in the meantime, and you were gladly sipping on it. ''So, did I miss anything while I was gone?'' you ask. ''This one-'' Sam put his hand on Bucky's shoulder when he said that, ''- was staring the door down as if it was going to fall off its hinges if he didn't,'' he says and you laugh loudly. Bucky would never get enough of hearing that laugh.

''Really? Did you miss me that much?'' you say and he immediately blushes, trying to hide behind his long hair. You let it go and the evening was filled with more drinks you and Bucky were constantly talking with each other, leaving the rest of the team to fend for themselves. ''Okay, this is getting out of hand. Buck, you're acting weird and I've had enough of it,'' Sam started, Bucky looking confused in his direction. ''What are-,'' ''You know damn well what I'm talking about. Whenever you're hanging out with us you barely talk, but whenever Y/N walks in you talk everyone's ear off! Just tell her you like her already so we don't have to keep doing this!'' he raised his voice and the red color Bucky was sporting before, has turned to a deep red at this point, and was creeping down his neck and chest.

''Sam, stop,'' he begs, but of course, Sam doesn't stop there. ''It's so obvious you two have feelings for each other, so why won't the two of you just admit it already? It's killing us for fuck sake!'' he yelled and that's when you had enough. ''Stop it! Just stop! I can't help it that Bucky and I get along great, that we have similar interests, and that he's fun to be around. But you don't have to attack him like this, he doesn't deserve that! Why can't you just be happy that he has made a friend? Someone who he feels comfortable with besides Steve? Is there something wrong with me that I can't be his friend or something?!'' you raise your voice this time and tears are burning in the corners of your eyes.

''That's not what I meant, Y/N. There's nothing wrong with you,'' Sam said but you had enough of this. ''Just leave me alone, I have had enough of this shit. I'm going home and I don't want to see any of you right now,'' you say and you get up, storming out of the bar and on your way to the Compound. ''You happy now, asshole?!'' Bucky snarls at Sam who does feel guilty for making you leave like that. ''And for the record, I only act like that around her because she's the only one who's worth listening to in the Compound,'' Bucky said before getting up and leaving too, going after you.

The bar was close to the Compound so you were there before Bucky was, and you had wrapped yourself in your comforter like a burrito so you could just be alone with your feelings. Bucky knocks softly on your bedroom door, hoping you're in there. ''Doll? Are you in there?'' he asks, but you don't answer. ''If you are, please open the door. I just want to talk to you,'' he says. ''Go away,'' you say, but of course, he doesn't. ''Doll, please, I want to explain something,'' he says and you unwrap yourself to open the door. ''Fine,'' you sigh as you go lay down in your bed, rolling yourself up in the same position as before. Bucky lets out a soft chuckle at the sight of a Y/N burrito.

''If you came here to laugh, you can leave again,'' you said sharply and he immediately stopped. ''No, I'm sorry. But I wanted to confess something, because Sam was right earlier, at the bar. I was staring at the door, wanting to see you walk in because you always manage to lift my mood without even trying,'' he starts, and you don't say anything and just listen to what he has to say. ''It's because I do indeed have feelings for you, I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember, and I enjoy being in your presence,'' he says and with that, you turn around, facing him. ''A-Are you in love with me?'' you ask, not sure what to think of it.

''I am, that's why I just feel so comfortable talking to you, because when you're around I know I can be myself, and those feelings are shining through every time I see you. Steve is the only one I told, but I guess Sam must've picked up on it somewhere,'' Bucky sighs, and you sit up. You sit next to Bucky on the edge of your bed, leaning your head onto his shoulder and enjoying his warmth right now. ''Would you believe me if I tell you I've been in love with you as well?'' you say softly, a small smile playing on your lips. ''Yeah, I would,'' he said, and he puts 2 fingers under your chin, guiding your face to his.

He plants a soft, loving kiss on your lips and the two of you don't move for a little while, even when your lips aren't touching anymore. ''I've been thinking about doing that for a long time,'' Bucky said and you laughed. ''Me too,'' you say before placing another kiss on his lips this time. ''Would you do me the honor of going on a date with me, doll?'' Bucky asks and your face almost splits open into a wide grin as you nod. ''Nothing would make me happier than that, Bucky!'' you say as you wrap your arms around each other, laying down on the bed together in a tangle of limbs as you cuddle for a while. The comfortable silence makes way for a deep slumber, as both of you fall asleep listening to the sound of each other's heartbeats.

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hammyballeceter · 6 months

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Hannibal Lecter-

Little Lamb

Hannibal x reader

- mentions of a suicide attempt & mental illness.

You had been a patient of Dr Lecter for about a month now, his first appointment being with you when you were still on the ward after a attempt to take your life. The man who you’d come to know as Dr Lecter was kind to you, his voice soothed your thoughts and you began to look forward to seeing the peculiar man each week. You tried for a little while to not let your mind wander to how attractive you found the older man, but then again it pushed other far more darker thoughts aside for awhile. And you indulged yourself into thoughts of the amber eyed gentleman.

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“I hope that you’ve been doing as we discussed in the last appointment”

His eyes flicked to yours and stayed there, he had an intimidating undertone to him, an intensity to his presence, which made you crave him more. Your skin prickled as if it was cold, shuffling in the seat to try and distract from the feeling of him staring at you.

“Yes, I’ve been trying to. The thoughts are as intrusive as ever. Although I’ve found a new vice that’s sort of helping. When I think about them the thoughts calm for a while. But they soon come back. And they come back with vengeance”

Your voice was quiet, as it had been all your life. Slightly above a whisper but not by much. Being softly spoken would often mean people would ignore your existence. But not Dr Lecter, he gave his full attention to you when you spoke. Although it’s his job, you’d like to think maybe, just maybe he enjoyed hearing your voice too.

“The intrusive thoughts are getting more and more graphic, it’s like my brain is willing me to become so disturbed I’m past being helped. A punishment for not being dead. I still wish it had worked.”

Your eyes never dared to meet his unwavering gaze, you knew he was looking at you, it made your skin burn in the best possible way but caused you feel even more insecure then you’d ever been. What he must think of you sat there covered in scars of your own making

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His eyes never left you as you sat in a rather large chair in his rather large office, the room oozed class & money. When ever you were in his presence his eyes found you and he couldn’t bring himself to rip them away. And anyways, he enjoyed watching you squirm under his gaze he could quickly tell the affect he had on you. Your appointments with him were something he looked forward to. He was drawn in by you he learned a lot about you during your appointments even making a conscious effort to ask about you outside of what the appointments were supposed to be about. Being under intensive treatment meant he got you for an hour 3 times a week to his delight. He couldn’t quite understand why a beauty like you wanted to be 6 foot under. He always thought people with such beauty also held a disgusting amount of vanity and self importance. But not you, he enjoyed your beauty, and he found himself not wanting to slice you open and eat your body piece by piece. And that scared him. He didn’t want to stay professional with you, he wanted to patch that dark little mind of yours and claim you as his.

“your thoughts are getting worse? what sort of things are these thoughts about? Don’t be afraid to tell me” He asked. Jotting down what ever notes he needed.

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“About hurting people, about hurting myself. Images, awful images. They’d flash into my head, just like before. But instead of them just being about me hurting myself they’re ones of me hurting others, before I’d never had that I’m scared I’ll give in” the welling of tears made room ripple and blur.

“I just want to get better. But that’s never going to happen. My only relief is thinking about someone I know I can never have. Someone who wouldn’t even look at me. They just see me as a sick patient and even then my brain punishes me for it. It hurts me but they make me feel safe, they’re the only person that listens to me”

Your tears ran, wet and warm down your face. Hannibal had never felt an ache in his heart when seeing someone cry. Usually someone’s cries meant nothing to him. Especially the ones of those he killed. But with you, he wanted to push you up against a wall and make you feel anything but sadness.

“Whom is it that you think about?” He asked with out thinking, he cursed at himself for being so abrupt when you were upset.

You dropped your head allowing your hair to fan infront of your face, you wanted to tell him, tell him about how you wanted him to make your skin blaze, how you wanted to feel his lips on every single part of your body, how you wanted him to take every waking and sleeping moment of your life and fill it with him.

“I’m afraid to say Dr Lecter I fear he may never want to see sight of me again”

Hannibal watched as you raised your head, tears streaked your face, your cheeks turned pink and your lips plump, and yet he still thought you looked beautiful. Broken yet beautiful.

He wanted to kiss you, so deeply as if he would engulf you whole and allow you to be safe.

“Why would you think that? you may be in a bad place, but you are person that holds a lot more then what you’re going through. I’ve learned a lot about you y/n your beauty is merely only the surface of you, you are intense yet so gentle. Your brain holds great torment, yet you have never laid a hand on another despite what your mind makes you think. The mere fact you acknowledge that hurt, the fact you wanted to take yourself away in fear of hurting others shows me more about you then you think. I apologise if you think this is inappropriate of me. Only a fool would never want to see sight of you again”

His face never changed, his eyes held the same undivided intense gaze. But he meant every word of what he said. Y/ns brain couldn’t comprehend a man who had everything was speaking so highly of someone who had nothing.

“Dr lec-“

“my little lamb call me Hannibal, I insist”

You body shook lightly,

“Hannibal, it’s you. It’s you that I think about. You fog my mind daily. And you make my thoughts go even if its for a little while, it’s worth it.”

Hannibal got up slowly, placing his glass on the small table beside him. You nerves through the roof as he hadn’t said anything. Had you misunderstood him? Was he simply being kind out of pity?

His hand reached for yours, large yet soft and well manicured. You accepted his hand and allowed him to pull you up.

“You fog my mind too little lamb”

He gently caressed your cheek, taking in the feeling of you finally being pressed against his body. He pressed his lips to yours, savouring how sweet you tasted, mint mixed with an undertone of the expensive wine he’d poured for you earlier. Your mind finally at ease, for the first time in a long time.

“Now, don’t ever take yourself away from me.”

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bellewintersroe · 9 months

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Sebastian Vettel x RBDesignEngingeer! Reader - Smut.

Set in 2013 during the GP, Jennifer is fresh out of uni and has made a name for herself within the F1 world. She joins Redbull-Renault as one of their engineer designers and easily fits into the team, forming friendships easily. Most of all, she captures the attention of three time world champion, Sebastian Vettel.

Part 9 - here is the LINK to the previous part. Warning: graphic description of male masturbation, don’t read if you’re not comfortable, Jen feels awkward the next day overhearing Seb doing such an intimate thing- I couldn’t leave you guys hanging for this next chapter 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

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Sebastian’s sigh’s only continued, and they weren’t just sighs oh my god, the man was groaning, moaning in his room. He was alone, that was for certain, I could only stay frozen, staring at the wall in utter shock. He was touching himself.

The heat immediately rushed to my pussy, and when he let out a particularly louder groan I couldn’t help but tense my legs together. There was a brief pause before I could hear the sound of his hand moving now against his cock, the wet sound causing me to purse my lips. “Oh yeah.” He lowly muttered to himself followed by another groan. My eyes widened and I covered my mouth in surprise. Had he not realised the door was left open?! Holy fuck.

I could hear everything and more, his curses, breathing growing heavier, sighs, groans, moans, even when I heard him spit onto his cock, lubricating himself, adding to the noise. He wasn’t being particularly loud, but with the door cracked slightly open I was hearing more than enough. Worst of all, I didn’t know whether I was weird for listening in. “Fucking hell.” Sebastian cursed on a moan as he shifted on the bed, quickening his pace as I bit down harshly on my lip, my hand tightening around the duvet cover. I didn’t dare move, I didn’t want to make a sound. I almost felt dizzy from the situation, I was already drunk and now he was doing this?! I contemplated touching myself, but I felt like a creep, I’d just have to ignore how horny he was making me and attempt to block it out. Worst of all, I couldn’t. His moans were increasing and the sound of his hand slapping against his wet cock drove me crazy. He was so vocal, sounding borderline desperate as I closed my eyes. I wondered what he was thinking about, me? How we were dancing? He was painfully hard in the club, I could feel my ass rubbing up against him.

Sebastian wasn’t particularly saying anything apart from the odd curse, I suppose he had nobody to speak to. He was masturbating, and god he sounded so good. Maybe I should’ve burst in and jumped right onto him, pleasuring him with my mouth, riding him so I could hear even more of those delicious moans. But I didn’t.

All I could do was lay, paralysed in shock as I listened to Sebastian playing with himself in the other room. “Fuck.” He cursed, voice cracking as I silently mimed the words, ‘oh my god’. He sounded too fucking good, I was so hungry for his cock, blinded by horniness as I listened to his whimpers grow.

I could picture him, cock in his hand, sprawled in the bed, jaw slack as his legs spread. The movements increased and the bed dipped slightly. “Fuck..” Sebastian panted, “Jen-” my eyes widened and a shock ran through me, one like no other. The sound of him snatching for a tissue as his pants increased in both speed and volume. Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god!

I listened to Sebastian orgasm, cumming into his hands with the hottest groans I had ever heard. My head was spinning as his breathing slowed. He was thinking about me?! I almost couldn’t believe it, he’d made himself cum thinking about me.

I could barely get back to sleep after that, I laid for a few more minutes, just staring at the wall before I finally decided to turn over onto my other side. When I did I heard a quick, “shit!” Before the door between our bedroom closes. I pursed my lips, somewhat amused by the fact he’d only just realised. What, however, wasn’t so amusing was breakfast the following day. Not only was I extremely hungover, but I kept zoning out, unable to look at Sebastian without burning up. My mind was in daydream land all morning and all I could do was stare at something, getting major flashbacks from the previous night. “You’re in your own world this morning. Aren’t you?” Mark Webber nudged me as I snapped back, glancing over to him. All eyes were on me, including Sebastian’s. “Just hungover.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. “Really hungover.” I turned back down to my plate of food that I had barely touched. I think my vodka would’ve caused me to puke it back up before I’d even got a few mouthfuls in. “You were pretty drunk.” James exclaimed, causing my eyebrow to cock. “I was pretty drunk? Do you remember Seb and John carrying you to bed?” When I spoke Sebastian’s name, I stole a glance. The blonde blushed, smiling slightly in my direction as my heart leapt. His moan of my name replayed fresh in my mine, my fork accidentally clattering to the table below. “Oops.” I winced, reaching out to put it still. When I did, a hand reached over to catch the cutlery before it clattered too loud. Sebastian’s hand. I audibly gasped, very dramatically, making eye contact before abruptly placing the fork back onto my plate. The same hand that Sebastian placed on mine was the same one that- “I think- I think I’m done. I’ll see you all later, I can’t eat this right now.” With a shuffle, I pushed myself back, seeing everybody’s eyes following me. It was a little quick, I scurried back up to my hotel room, my hungover mind racing with impure thoughts. “Hey wait-” a voice called out. I spun around to see exactly who I’d just been thinking about. Sebastian, I swallowed harshly, staring right at him. “A-are you okay? Did I do- did I do something wrong?” He slowly stammered, moving a little closer as we stood at the doorway of my hotel room door.

I stepped a little closer, my feelings being overwhelming as I shook my head. Surely there was enough signs from him that he wanted me? Surely? Reaching up on my toes, I reached for his face gently, moving a little faster to press my lips firmly on his. Finally…

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He Knows - Simon “Ghost” Riley Pt. 12

An: More fluff!

Hi there, this is a series about Simon Riley from COD. This series does not follow any of the established plots or timelines from the games. While I use the names of some characters, they are different from the ones in COD.

Summary: You’re held captive by 141 for reasons unknown.

Word count: 2300

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Warnings: angst, military setting, explicit language, graphic depictions of violence, use of guns.

I wonder what Ghost thinks about as he lies beside me trying to will himself to sleep. Maybe about the men he abandoned because of my actions? Or the prisoners that the Ultranationalists released. Maybe he thinks about his friends and family at home and how he misses them. I’ll likely never know.

It's been over an hour since we were outside, yet neither of us has even remotely relaxed. I thought I’d fall asleep after watching the stars, but I can’t. My mind is wide awake and I can’t stop shaking. Ghost’s jacket helped, but we were lying out there for a long time. As I’ve learned, you lose body heat faster when you aren’t moving around in the cold.

Ghost’s henley and jeans are draped across the wood stove to dry. He lays across from me in just his long underwear and a black undershirt. The dark long johns make it look like he’s wearing a pair of leggings. It’s mildly amusing, but I don’t dare let on. He has an intricate sleeve tattooed up his arm and around his shoulder, spanning halfway across his chest. I want a closer look without being obvious.

It’s strange seeing him out of uniform. Normally the bulletproof tactical vest is strapped on over top of a bulky parka meant to withstand the deadly arctic conditions. But it doesn’t stop there. His belt also holds a variety of tools and weapons. A thigh holster and several other necessities are strapped to his legs on top of thick ski pants. Ghost must carry close to fifty pounds of additional gear every day, not including the helmet and night vision lens; it makes his already large figure even more intimidating. So to see him lying in bed wearing none of it is strangely intimate.

“Go to sleep,” orders the deep voice beside me. I look up at Ghost who is already staring at me. I wonder how long he was watching before he decided to say something. Did he notice my wandering eyes?

“You’re not sleeping either,” my voice is strained after the day’s events. I really should be tired, but I just can’t shut off. Maybe it's adrenaline.

“Nothing new,” he sighs, confirming my suspicions. He doesn’t seem like the type of person who rests easily.

I try and close my eyes again, but after just minutes, I know it’s no use.

“I can’t,” I whisper.

“You’re not even trying,” he says.

“I was,” I fist the edge of one of the blankets and wrap it in closer, hoping it’ll warm me up. For some reason, I feel colder now than when we were outside.

“My jacket, my blankets, and a fire, yet you’re still shaking,” Ghost tuts.

“I’m not wearing your jacket anymore,” I try to defend myself, but he’s right. Maybe it’s a circulation problem. Or the temperature isn’t the only reason I’m shaking.

We’re both silent for another while longer until I speak again. “Did you know any of the men?” I ask and almost don’t expect him to answer me. I almost don’t want him to answer me. Guilt weighs on the back of my mind.

“I did,” he understands my question immediately as looks at me from under his black balaclava. I try and read his expression, but I can’t see enough of his face. Their blood is on my hands.

“I’m sorry,” my words are barely audible. I feel an invisible pressure weigh me down. No matter what action I took, someone was going to end up dead. Now there are men on both sides who’re caught up in my indecisiveness.

Simon sighs, “This is so much larger than you are, y/n,” his words are ambiguous but strangely therapeutic. He shifts in bed, placing an arm under his head for support while his other arm, the one with the tattoos, rests on the mattress in the space between us.

“Yet, they’re dead,” I sigh. “And I’m not.”

“They knew the risks,” he says. Ghost’s tone isn’t cold or condescending. His thoughts almost sound far away. I wonder how many horrible things he justifies with that simple phrase. “You’ll rot your brain if you keep thinking like that,” but I’m afraid I already have.

“Doesn’t change anything,”

“They died where they belonged, serving a purpose they believed in,” he says.

“What do you believe in, Simon?” I ask.

“Nothing,” he says with finality.

“Nothing?”

“This world crushes belief,” he murmurs almost as if he’s talking to himself. His words hang in the thick, viscous air. For a moment, it feels hard to breathe.

“I think there’s still good out there,” I search his dark eyes. There’s a part of him, somewhere deep within the cavities of his heart, that has been irrevocably injured. “There are people with good hearts who try their hardest to leave the world a little better than they entered it.”

“Few and far in between,” he says.

It stays quiet for a long time with just the sounds of the crackling fire in the background. Part of me thinks I could live here for a long time. Away from all my problems where I could watch the stars every night.

My hands and feet are still cold to the touch. I feel his eyes on my back as I get up from the bed to take a seat in front of the stove. I lift the metal lever to open the tiny hatch and bask in the outflowing warmth of the fire. It feels like a tight hug from a friend you haven’t seen in ages. Like a cup of hot coffee settling in your stomach on a frigid morning. I rest my head on my knees and finally start to feel the exhaustion of the day take its toll. It has to be sometime after three, maybe even later. I remember someone once telling me nothing good happens after midnight. Something switches. Things that shouldn’t happen, do. Boundaries become blurred. My eyes start to droop and my awareness of the room fades from consciousness.

“Come here,” Ghost’s soft order reels me in.

“Why?” I turn to see him sitting up so he can get a better view.

“Just come here,” there’s a rasp to Ghost’s voice. “Bring my shirt.”

I glance at the shirt draped across the stove. A ball of nervousness begins to form in my chest. My heart starts to beat faster. I feel the texture of his thick shirt between my hands. It’s a cotton mixture that’s surprisingly soft. With one knee on the mattress near his feet, I pass the shirt to his extended hand. Unlike his other black clothes, the henley is a dark olive. As Ghost raises his arms to slip it on, his undershirt inches above his waist, exposing a light patch of skin and the sharp edge of a defined v-line. I hastily tear my eyes away in fear of getting caught – of what would happen if I was caught. Of what I would want to happen.

When I lie down again, I can feel the heat radiating off Ghost. Our legs are just inches from touching and part of me wants to test how close I can get before he’ll move away.

Instead, Ghost shifts closer as he motions to my hand.

“Let me see,” he says, grabbing my tight fist. “Look at your hands, y/n, they’re red,” his tone is slightly condescending as if to tell me I should’ve known better than to go outside without gloves, but more than anything, it’s concerned.

“They’re fine,” yet I release the tight fists so he can get a better look. His rough thumb brushes thoughtfully over my fingers. There’s no real harm done. I don’t have frostbite and still have ten of them. They’re just cold.

“You always say that,” he mutters while glancing down. I look from our hands to his eyes, yet they don’t meet. Do I always say that?

“And I’m always fine,” I say. I’m still here, aren’t I?

Ghost’s hands are wide and thick, yet he has long fingers that can almost be described as nimble. His skin is dry and calloused and if I had hand lotion or any type of lotion, I’d offer it to him. But they’re not in the state they’re in because of lack of care. His nails are well kept and he evidently values cleanliness, probably because of the chance of infection should he have to treat one of his injuries. It’s simply because of the amount of gruelling physical labour he is asked to do each day. His body takes the brunt of the damage, which is evident in his bruised knuckles and the various scars littering his skin.

“What about you?” I ask, turning our hands so mine are now holding his.

“What about me?”

“Your knuckles look sore,”

“They are sore,” Ghost’s blunt. “And in two days they’ll be fine. And in another two they’ll be sore again,” The way it comes off is completely unbothered, as though that’s just how life is. Like bruised knuckles will be the least of his worries.

“Fair enough,” I sigh, as I roll onto my back, pulling away my hands. My eyes feel heavy. A comfortable silence once again begins to settle over us and is once again disrupted by the same man.

“Come here, y/n,” he murmurs, looking at me through half-lidded eyes as though I didn’t follow his orders from before close enough.

“I am here,” my voice is weary. He just barely shakes his head.

“Not what I mean,” I know. I know, but I’m also not sure what he intends. I want to. Oh God do I want to. Every fibre in my body longs to crawl into his arms and let him hold me. But I don’t know if that’s what he’s implying. I search his eyes for any sign of deceit. Because as much as I hate to admit it, I have no power here. He is in complete control.

It’s now he notices my hesitancy.

“No one can get to you,”

It’s a nice sentiment, but not what I’m worried about. I don’t have to say anything. Ghost sees it on my face.

“You’re safe, y/n,”

“Am I?”

He reaches under his pillow and pulls out a switchblade. “Here,” he presses it into the palm of my hand. “If you need to, stick it to my neck and press the button,” once I get past my initial shock, I realize he’s being genuine.

The thing is, even with a knife, I’d lose to Ghost in seconds. He doesn’t need guns or knives to be considered armed and dangerous. The man himself is a weapon. I’ve watched him break men’s bones with just his hands. I can’t imagine what’d he’d be capable of doing to me. I’d be overpowered immediately. A knife to his neck would only slow him down momentarily. As he holds the other end of the blade in my hand, I know he thinks about this too.

“What else is under there?” I ask. “A gun?”

“Course not,” he says a little too quickly, but I’d be more surprised if there wasn’t one.

“Why are you being nice to me?” my tired eyes narrow with suspicion.

“Don’t start this,” he says, yet I can’t help but wonder. How does he benefit here?

“Okay,” I nod and repeat the unsteady word to myself once more before shifting closer.

Ghost brushes my hair out of the way as he pulls me flush against his hard chest. I feel my heart hammer in my throat as his strong arm wraps around my side. I feel even smaller pressed into his large, hard frame. His thumb soothingly rubs back and forth along the side of my ribs. His legs brush against the back of mine and with every deep breath he takes, I feel his chest press into my skin. I feel safe, but not comfortable.

Without warning, I shift around so I’m now facing Ghost as he holds me.

As I nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck, his soft, knit balaclava rubs against my cheek and forehead. I fist his henley and pull myself closer. When I breathe in, I can smell the familiar scent of gunpowder that I’ve learned to associate with him, but also a deep earthy scent that makes me want to relax more with each breath. At the same time, I feel his arms wrap around my back and pull me in. Our legs are threaded together and his thick thighs press against my own like a weighted blanket. A gentle hand pets the back of my head once, brushing my hair out of the way, before moving to my lower back. Ghost’s hand absentmindedly grazes up and down the small of my back as his breathing becomes slower and deeper.

As I lay in this deadly man’s arms – a man who has killed hundreds of people without any remorse and will likely kill hundreds, if not thousands more – I realize that I’ve never felt safer anywhere else. Every other danger in the world ceases to exist next to him. The only person who was angry enough at me for violence holds me close to his chest with his head resting on mine. Right now I feel forgiven for my mistakes and actions. I feel cared for and wanted. The crackling of the fire dies down and my breathing deepens. All I hear are Ghost’s steady breaths and the strong thrumming of his heart against his ribcage. Steady and strong. It beats like a workhorse's hooves against freshly tilled earth. There’s a resoluteness to its strength.

As I drift off into a warm slumber, my ears pick up on one last barely audible phrase from beneath the balaclava.

“You’re one of the few.”

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years

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Hi can you write Chris angst with happy ending, where the reader is younger than him and not from the US, Chris and reader have a fight and he says something he didn't mean, bc the reader didn't have anyone to go to so she went to chris' mom's house and tell her about the fight. Thank youu!

hello! I hope you enjoy this, this was probably the longest thing I've written as well, haha. thank you for sending it in!

warning - angst, happy ending.

the gif I use isn't mine, dividers by @newlips and @firefly-graphics

While Chris is away at work, I usually stay at his house, which he says is mine. I make sure it’s spotless before he comes home. I look after Dodger and take him for walks. When I know Chris will be home, there’s always a hot plate of food ready for him and a nice cold beer. I have to admit. It was hard to get acquainted in a country I didn’t know that well. I was thankful for Lisa as she helped a lot.

The hardest thing about dating a well-known actor was the fans once they found out I was much younger than Chris. It was on, they’d try and make my life a living hell, and they made sure it was known I wasn’t deserving of a man like Chris Evans. But to them, no woman was unless it was themselves.

Chris has been distant lately. We used to talk all the time while he worked. Facetime, calls, texts. You name it, and we did it. But recently, he’s stopped. I receive one-word answers now and no good morning or goodnight texts, no I love you’s during the day. Just nothing…

Today, I cleaned the whole house, took Dodger to his usual dog park, fed him and made dinner. Making myself look presentable for Chris. The front door slams open as I finally sit down and start a movie while cuddling Dodger. An irritated Chris storms through, and he places his things down before turning towards me. A sneer appears on his face.

“So this is what you do all day? Just sit on your ass and watch tv?” Ignoring what I’m about to say, he stalks over to the kitchen and swings open the fridge door, grabbing a beer before popping the cap off and gulping most of it down. I slowly get up, feeling my chest tighten at his words. No hug, no gentle greeting. Just bitterness, like black coffee without the milk and sugar.

I give Dodger a small pat before heading into the kitchen, where Chris is drinking a second beer, leaning against the counter and glaring at the hot food on the stove. I nervously pick at my nails, carefully walking towards Chris and placing a soft hand on his arm. My mouth opens as I’m about to speak, but Chris’s head snaps toward me, and the harsh glare on his face causes me to flinch back.

“Can’t you just fuck off already?! You’re always fucking here! Always fucking texting and calling me! You’re so fucking clingy. You called me during work and interrupted a scene! You sit around here all day and do fucking nothing! I do all the fucking work, and I can’t even come home and get a fucking break!”

“I–I…” I try to blink away, the tears forming. Chris backs me into the table as his harsh words pierce through me. Spit flying from how angry he is.

“You– you what?! Huh?! GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!” I can’t even feel my heart breaking as I take off. I don’t see Dodger running into the room and practically tackling his dad whilst barking. Everything is a blur, and I quickly run out of the house, not even daring to take a car, as that’ll just add to Chris’s hatred.

I’ve been running for a while, not knowing where I’d end up as I didn’t have anyone. My feet managed to take me to Lisa’s house, and I anxiously waited at the front door after knocking, thinking that maybe coming here wouldn’t be a good idea. I mean… What if she hates me too? What if I’m just a burden and I should just leave and never turn back, but before I can turn and try and find my way, the door opens.

“Y/n?” Lisa’s eyes widen at the sight of me before quickly ushering me in. I didn’t even notice I was crying or that my feet were bleeding, “oh dear, what happened?” I’m so spaced out that I don’t notice her leading me over to the couch and sitting me down. As Lisa returns with hot chocolate, a blanket is wrapped around my shivering form. Once she sets it down, she looks me over and takes my hand.

My mouth opens and closes for a while as I try to find the words. “I– uh, Chris… He came home….” I slowly take a sip of the drink in my hand, even though my stomach is in knots, and I feel like I’ll throw up at any minute. Lisa patiently waits for me to continue, knowing I need some time for my head to wrap around all of it. “He’s been distant lately and– and he came home, said something about how I do nothing all day, and then, he disappeared to the kitchen. Already two beers in when I reached him….” I break out into a sob. Lisa’s hand connects with my back and gives it a rub.

“He– he, uh, said a lot of things… Mean things, and he told me to get out, so I ran, and this is where I ended up. I’m so sorry, Lisa. I’m bothering you.” I go to stand, but she quickly pushes me down before giving me a motherly hug.

“You’re never a bother, dear. My son shouldn’t have said or reacted like this, and I’m sorry for how he’s treated you. Now come on, let’s run you a bath and then you can sleep in the guest bedroom.” She stands, holding her hand out, and once I grab it, she leads me to the guest room before she heads into the bathroom, running the bath for me. Once she thinks it’s perfect, she comes out and informs me, and I head in. I strip down and hand her my clothes before relaxing in the tub.

As I sit there, the day catches up to me. A tear falls, and then another, until a full sob leaves my lips. I place my head into my hands at the feeling of heartbreak. My hand runs down my face. The stress of it all is visible on my face. I’m broken out of my daze when there’s a knock on the door, “I’ve placed a clean pair of clothes on the bed. If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask, dear.” I mutter a thank you, deciding to get out and sleep the pain away.

I dried off and changed into the clean clothes put out for me before crawling under the covers, regretting sleep as my night was filled with nightmares. Waking up every two hours, sweat covering my forehead as a new nightmare has appeared. Soon the sun rose, and so did I, even more exhausted than I was before, slowly rising from the bed and pushing the covers off of me. I leave the room and head down to where Lisa is.

I stand in the doorway, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I wish her a good morning. She spins, and her eyes widen at my state before she rushes over, “oh dear.” Her arms wrap tightly around me, I want to cry, but it feels like there’s nothing left. “Come, sit. I’ve made breakfast.” For a while, we talk and get things done around the house. It’s around the afternoon when we hear a knock on the door. Lisa lays a hand on my knee, excusing herself before going toward the front door.

My heart starts to race as I hear his voice. He seems to be pleading with his mother. I slowly stand before making my way over there, placing a gentle hand on Lisa’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Lisa, thank you.” She looks at me, and I nod, turning toward Chris as she leaves. His appearance is horrible, bags under his eyes, his eyes are bloodshot and puffy, and tears are rolling down his face.

“What do you want?” My arms cross, knowing I look just as horrible as him. His heart breaks even more at the sight. He goes to reach out, but I flinch away, and Chris feels his world shatter.

“I– I made a mistake. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t in the right, and I took it out on you, baby. I’m so so sorry. Please forgive me.” At this point, big fat tears were leaving his pretty blue eyes. He continues to plead, beg, anything and everything, but my heart hurts too much to forgive him.

“I, uhm… think we should take a break for a while. It hurts too much to forgive you right now….” I bite my lip hard, trying not to break out into tears. “I’ll come to pick my things up later….” Chris’s mouth drops open as he begs for this not to happen, but my mind has been made up. The distance was one thing that went on for months, but the fight that’s what pushed this.

Chris watches as Y/n packs all of her things, both hearts breaking. Chris regretted everything the minute the words left his mouth, hell, even when he was distancing himself. Dodger hasn’t come close to him since then, but the moment the dog saw you, he was all over you, licking you and giving you attention. He hasn’t left your side since. Chris felt his world slipping through his fingers.

God, he wished that he had talked to you. He wished he talked about how stressed he was instead of distancing himself, and he wished that he didn’t let his co-workers or fans get to his head about how you were much younger than him, that you were taking him for granted. That one day, you’d look at him and realise you could do so much better, god. Chris wished he could go back and slap himself for being so stupid.

Once you got everything, you started to head out the door. You were saying a long goodbye to Dodger before you stood and looked at Chris. You get on your tippy toes and place a gentle kiss on his cheek, pulling back and looking into his eyes. “I will always love you, and I’m sorry it had to end this way.”

A tear fell from the pair's eyes as one lover walked away from the other, not knowing they wouldn’t meet again for another couple of months.

During the time they were apart, Chris retired and decided to give therapy a try. Every day, he regrets it, choosing to spend time with family, not once looking for a relationship because he felt a piece of him was missing. Right now, Chris was at the store picking up some food. His relationship with Dodger took some time to heal.

Y/n, well. She decided to go back home for a while, needing to be around her family as she was so heartbroken. Just recently, she moved back to Boston because even though being with her family was lovely, she felt as though Boston was her home, but she still was missing a piece of her. Right now, she’s at the store because her fridge is empty.

The two soulmates didn’t realise they’d meet again.

Y/n goes to reach for a tub of ice cream, and at the same time, so does Chris. Their hands touch and they quickly jerk them away.

“Sorry”

“No– no, I’m sorry.”

Brows furrowed as the voice sounded familiar. They turned to look at each other, and that feeling of emptiness was suddenly filled when their eyes locked. Chris’s face goes red as he gestures to the ice cream, and Y/n grabs it whilst also grabbing another and carefully handing it to him.

They stand awkwardly for a moment, both trying to figure out the right thing to say.

“So… How’ve you been?” Y/n decides to start it off simple, feeling her heart hurt from how much she’s missed him, not the him she unfortunately saw but the one she fell in love with.

“Yeah, good, good. I– uh, retired and started therapy. How have you been?” Chris rubs the back of his neck as Y/n’s eyes widen.

“You retired?” He nods, explaining that he thinks it was time and that he’s been spending more time with his family. “I’ve– uhm. I’ve been good. I decided to move back, as you can see.” They and everyone else can feel the awkward tension, the ex-couple not knowing how to react.

Chris clears his throat before gesturing, “well– it was good seeing you, I should.” Y/n nods, agreeing. They start to separate ways for the second time, and god, is it heartbreaking for the two. At the same time, they turn and face one another before their items are dropped, and they move toward each other, Chris opening his arms and scooping her up as their lips meet.

It looks like something out of a movie to outsiders but to these two. It was like the piece that was missing was finally found.

They pull back for air, and their eyes are full of tears. “I’m so sorry. I’m such a fucking idiot. I never stopped loving you, and I should’ve talked to you instead of being an ass.” Y/n wipes the tear that falls from his eyes. Leaning forward, she places another kiss against his lips.

“I forgave you a long time ago, bubs, and I did say I will always love you.” We stare into each other’s eyes for a while until we both break out into laughter.

“We’ve become one of those cheesy romance movies, haven’t we?”

“Yeah, yeah, we have.”

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Don’t say go.

Chapter 18.

Warnings: Dark themes, sexual content, violence, non-graphic description/implications of SA, child abuse and domestic violence. References to addiction. Unhealthy love/obsession/relationships. Soulmate AU. Eventual smut.

Not proofread because I am too tired 😴

It’s dark by the time you feel the strength of The Pull reaching its peak, and you know what that means. You look around into the darkness. In the wastes there isn’t much besides stretches of empty barren land and mountains in the distance. You know you’re not yet at your destination which can only mean one thing. The boy with the flag was headed toward you too.

You see twin lights in the distance. A car headed toward you. Eventually you stop in the middle of the road and just wait. The lights get closer until they shine on your windscreen and you both sit, unmoving, just waiting for the other to make the first move.

You cut the truck’s engine and step out.

The boys does the same. The lights of your vehicles illuminate the night just enough that you can make out each other in the darkness.

The boy steps forward enough that he is more clearly thrown into view and you can see now the warm brown eyes, his features which are so different from Troy’s. Softer but still strong. You hesitate. Your gun is tucked in the back of your jeans and your fingers twitch.

The boy speaks.

“Hi… I’m Nick.”

You don’t say anything, you just keep watching until he clears his throat as if a little unsure of himself.

“You came alone?”

For a second you could have kicked yourself. Coming alone had been a risk but now that he was here, in the middle of nowhere and no one knew where you’d gone you realised how vulnerable you’d left yourself.

“For now.” You answered him flatly. At least if you were vague about whether you had people with you it might make him have second thoughts if he was planning anything questionable.

The boy waits a beat before trying again.

“I guess you felt it too then…”

You don’t want to say the words out loud so you simply nod your head. The boy, Nick, continues.

“I thought I was going crazy at first. I never thought I’d find my… find you. Feel it, you know?”

You frown at this. Everyone worries they’ll never find their soulmate but something in his voice captures your attention. It’s less that he’s worried about the odds and more… something you can’t quite distinguish.

“Why?” You ask.

Nick hesitated before shrugging a little.

“That’s a… it doesn’t matter. What matters now is that… I found you. It feels… weird. Don’t you think?”

Perhaps if you hadn’t already had the experience with Troy you would agree. But you didn’t want him to know that Troy was your soulmate and so you don’t answer his question.

“Look I came here to warn you. Some of the people from my community are coming back tonight to finish what they started before. You need to tell your people to run.”

Nick frowns at this information.

“We agreed to a truce-“

You shake your head in annoyance. You don’t want to explain all this. You want him to just listen to your warning and leave so you can forget about whatever this mistake is between you both and go home, go back to Troy.

“They’re acting of their own accord. Some of the men have certain… loyalties. This isn’t about protecting their home it’s about revenge.”

Nick is watching you closely now and you don’t like the way his eyes are roaming over you. You freeze. You wonder if he can feel your emotions just like you can with Troy. You reach out in the same way you do with Troy and try to find Nick, to feel what he feels… there’s nothing. Just the regular sense of The Pull.

“You’re warning me because of this feeling between us? You came looking for me because of it.”

You shake your head growing more frustrated as all you want to do is head back before Mike and the others see you out here.

“I don’t have time to explain myself. You have to get your people and go, far away from here. Don’t come back.”

Nick’s eyes widen as he realises you have no intention of staying with him.

“But… you have to come with me. When I left earlier, after I saw you, it felt like my heart was being-“

“It doesn’t matter.” You say quickly, all too familiar with that pain. “I can’t come. I won’t go with you. But I don’t want you to die either so, please, leave.”

Nick is staring at you incredulously.

“I can’t do that.”

You actually growl from your frustration with him.

“Why!?”

“Because,” Nick says as he steps closer. You take a large step away from him. You can’t risk him getting too close, having him touch you. You don’t know what will happen. “I just found you. I can’t walk away!”

“Then run! Drive! Fucking skip for all I care! If you stay, you die. Not that I care-“

“That’s a lie.” Nick cuts you off quickly. “Soulmates need each other. Hearts literally break when they lose one another. So why… why are you denying this?”

You swallow nervously and look at truck. You could just get back in now and drive away, but what if he follows? You have a feeling he would. He seems the type. Reckless and stubborn.

“I… it’s complicated.”

You say and you hate how pathetic that sounds.

“It’s Complicated used to be a Facebook status.” Nick quips quickly. “Tell me the truth. Why run from me?”

“I’m not!”

“Then what are you running from!? Or… wait… what are you going back to?”

You clench your jaw as Nick slowly starts to put the pieces together in his head.

“You have someone-“

“No.”

“A boyfriend? Fiancé?”

“No! No one!”

“Your home then, your community. You’re worried this would cause a problem. Conflict? But maybe it could help solve the bad blood between us! Two soulmates who find each other in opposites sides-“

“This isn’t bloody Romeo and Juliet, Nick!”

He grins and it makes you want to slap the beautiful smile off his face.

“You’re hardly Juliet sweetheart.”

You snarl, your anger beginning to erupt. Why won’t he just listen! Why make this so complicated!

“Whatever! Just get in your car and drive away Romeo!”

Nick laughs and it’s almost like he’s enjoying this.

“Oh the universe is truly a bitch. I didn’t think it’d find my soulmate because I didn’t deserve one. But maybe I do. It’s ironic that she would hate me, a poetic kind of punishment I guess…”

Your expression eases but doesn’t soften as you listen to him ramble. Hate? You didn’t hate him…

“Why would you be punished?” You ask, your senses on alert in case this was the part where he confides he’s a serial killer or something.

Nick shrugs again.

“If you got to know me, you’d understand.”

You shake your head again with a weary sigh.

“You don’t listen to do.”

Nick steps forward again and this time the light moves so he’s back in the shadows with you.

“I could… but you’d need to actually tell me something for me to hear it. Something besides “run away” because that isn’t happening.”

You swear at him and he smirks.

“We don’t have time. Your people will be killed.”

Nick rubs his hand over the back of his neck and it finally seems to dawn on him, he has other responsibilities. Other people to protect.

“When are your people attacking?” He says.

“They’re leaving the ranch around midnight, so probably by the early hours of the morning. Before sunrise though.”

“Element of surprise, cover of darkness. They’re smart.”

“And we’ll armed. So will you listen to me now?”

Nick states at you for a few seconds and you almost believe he’d let his people risk being slaughtered instead of going back to warn them.

“Fine.”

You blink at him.

“Fine?”

“That’s what I said. I’ll go back. I’ll warn them.”

“And you’ll run? You can’t fight back, it’ll be a bloodbath.”

“Look I can’t promise anything… we have some stubborn members of our group and they might not take the truce being broken well-“

“The truce isn’t broken. It’s just a small group-“

“Still breaking the truce. Still disobeying your leader, right?”

You bite your tongue. Jeremiah wasn’t their leader officially but…

“Yeah. Yeah I guess. So what? You’ll go back and they try to defend themselves?”

Nick shrugs again.

“If they think it’s more beneficial than running.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose.

“I’m getting a damn headache.”

For some reason this amuses Nick.

“Head rub?”

Your look at him is deadly and he sniggers.

“Joking. Lighten up. Look, I’ll go back and do what I can to stop anymore death. But I can’t promise anything. We lost people. The guy who was in charge came at us like a demon. We didn’t stand a chance…”

Your stomach twists as Nick talks about Troy.

“You want revenge?”

Nick’s expression blanks out and you recognise the perfectly controlled mask on his face. You’d used it yourself before.

“Me? No. But there are those who do.”

“Then convince them their lives aren’t worth it. Tonight is not their night to die. Please… no more death.”

Your voice breaks as you finish your sentence and Nick tilts his head at you. You look away, hating that you’d let some vulnerability slip through.

“Who’d you lose?”

You take a slow breath and shake your head.

“Doesn’t matter. Just… do what you can. And if you can’t save them… save yourself at least.”

Nick looks like he wants to say more. He looks pained.

“Can I… see you again?”

It’s almost laughable. Like a schoolboy asking out his crush. You place your hand on the door of the truck and grip it tight as you give him a firm “no” and turn away before you can see the look on his face.

You slide into your truck and slam the door, locking it before turning in the engine. This was for the best. You didn’t know what else to do. There had been some mistake and maybe Nick had another soulmate out there somewhere too? You hoped so… you didn’t want him to be in pain.

You hear a loud tap at the window and you look over to see Nick still standing there, motioning for you to wind it down. You do, only a few inches so you can hear him speak.

Nick pauses as he looks you over before speaking.

“It’s him, isn’t it.”

You frown and Nick elaborates.

“The guy who attacked us. The one whose skull was caved in. He’s why you won’t stay with me.”

You feel your stomach drop. How did he know? Your hands clench on the wheel as you grit your teeth.

“His name is Troy.”

“Troy…” Nick repeats and you hear the sadness and disappointment in his voice. “Well, you must love him a lot to chose him over your soulmate.”

You avoid his eyes still and stare straight ahead until the light from his car burns your eyes.

Nick continues.

“… I hope he makes it, for your sake. And… I want you to know it wasn’t me. I didn’t hurt him.”

You nod. Not that it would have mattered, as much as you loved Troy you could understand he’d made a choice that led to his own injuries. Even if he’d done it to protect you… you hated that the blood spilled was on your hands too now.

“I have to go.” You say emptily, and put the truck into reverse.

Nick steps back just in time to save his foot being run over as you reverse and turn, glancing back to see his shadow in the headlights as you drive back home. Back to Troy. Back to where your heart felt complete… as you try to ignore how it felt as if you’d just left a piece of it in the darkness behind you…

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How Far Have I Fallen? How High Shall I Soar?

Spencer Reid x GN!BAU!Reader (Fem coded bc apparently I can't help myself)

Warnings: canon typical violence and abuse such as beating, man being very much not nice to person (also mentions of stalking and killing), some description of it afterwards (nothing too graphic), traumatic experience in general, description of kissing/french kissing, slightly sub!Spencer bc it’s based on early seasons Reid and I have a thing about it

WC: ~4.6k

Summary: reader gets kidnapped (there's the exclusive camera video feed to team; two different locations), and the kidnapper tries to force them to choose a team member to die and Reid freaks out and realizes just how deep his feelings for them are. Fluffy care afterwards ensues.

Disclaimer: posting bc general idea is done but there are time skips/gaps in the story… but don’t worry about them, just go with it

Inspired by 2x14 and 2x15 (similar situation but it’s not Tobias, it’s a different person but I guess timeline/placement could be the same)

gif credit: idiotlovers

You sit in a chair with your wrists and ankles bound with rope. Your clothes are dirty and torn and you have bruises on your arms and face.

Your captor plops tripod with a camera attached to it down in front of you and turns it on. He walks back over to you. He stands behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders, making you cringe. He wore a mask so the BAU couldn’t identify him. He'd been smart about setting up a location that the BAU could track and get to but not be able to link to him specifically. They had no idea who he was. And he planned to keep it that way.

“Your team has seven members on it. Pick one to die. The others can live.” He says calmly, and his tone is a stark contrast to the words he is speaking.

“No.” you shake your head, horrified at the notion. You try to lift your head to turn to face him but you are too weak and tired. Instead your head just kinda hangs a bit.

“Do it. Or I’ll pick one for you. Or…maybe I’ll just kill them all.” He leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Kill me.”

“You said you weren’t one of them. Why sacrifice yourself for them? I asked you if you were like those other scum sucking feds and you said no.” (lol no real explanation given for this line’s inclusion here, it’s taken from the source material/episode; could have it be that he'd stalked you. He hates feds but you don't seem all that much like a fed so you intrigued him and so he became obsessed with you, hence why he stalked and kidnapped you. He thinks you're on his side against your team because you'd told him that but that's just what you thought he wanted to hear at the time and you were going along with him so as not to upset him but now that he'd threatening to kill your teammates, your family, you have to protect them)

“I lied. Kill me. I’d die for them, any one of them, all of them. I’ll sacrifice myself before I let you kill any one of them.”

“There must be one of them you’d be willing to let go of. Come on. Not a one?” He teases lightly as he circles around to face you, but at an angle so the camera's view of you is not obscured.

“Not. One.” You grind out as you look up at him.

“Not even your boss? You don’t hate your boss?”

“Enough to pick him for you to kill?! No!”

“Come on! Just pick one or I kill all of them!” He said as if he hadn't planned on killing all of them eventually one by one anyway.

“I can’t! Please don’t make me!” You plead with him. But it’s a futile effort. He’s adamant.

“Choose one! If not your boss, perhaps the genius chatterbox, then?” He smirks.

Your blood runs cold as he says this. “Don’t you dare touch him!” You snap. Had he been stalking all of you? The entire team?

“Oh? Or what?” He scoffs as he grabs your chin, making you look at him. “You’re restrained here, sweetheart. What will you do to me if I kill your precious little boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You murmur.

“And now he never will be because I’m going to kill him.”

“No! Please!” You sob. “Don’t hurt him!”

He turns your head, making you look at the camera.

"Say goodbye." He whispered in your ear. His hot breath against your skin made you cringe.

You whimper softly.

"Do it. Say goodbye. Tell him you love him. You won't get another chance." He is taunting you now.

Tears fell from your eyes. You shook your head.

“Do it!” His grip on your chin tightened.

You took a shaky breath.

“I-I love you, Spencer.” You spoke and looked directly into the camera.

He lets go of your chin and goes over to cut the camera off.

He goes over to a chest and opens it.

"Wh-what're you doing?" You ask, tears falling from your eyes.

"Preparing." He grunts and you hear him clinking around in the chest.

"Please...just kill me...don't...don't hurt anybody else. You have me. Do whatever you want with or to me but please leave my team alone."

"I'm afraid I can't do that. My mission is to wipe out the scourge upon our country that is the federal agent. I had hoped that you'd be on my side...but if you're not...so be it. I'll do it without you. I'll do it without your approval."

"Why are you so obsessed with me and what I think? What's so special about me?"

"You were different!" He stalks over to you, standing in front of you.

"How? Because I'm not some trigger happy jackass? Is that all you think feds are? We are a very diverse group of people."

He strikes you hard across the face, causing you to gasp.

"Don't talk back to me. You feds are all more alike than you think. You're a drone. Just like the rest of them, not capable of independent thought. You're a puppet on some strings, being manipulated by your masters."

If you didn't already think this guy was seriously disturbed, you certainly did now. You knew not what masters he was referring to but figured it could be some kind of conspiracy he believed in.

"I don't...have any masters...unless you mean the government itself but...I'm just trying to help people. I save people."

"You're so brainwashed that you're blind to your true purpose." He crouches down to get in your face.

"My true purpose is to help people."

"That's just what they want you to think you're doing."

"So what am I really doing, then?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. You're too far gone."

"Try me."

"You're being manipulated and you don't even realize it."

"Manipulated by what? The government that I work for?"

"That which controls the government that you represent, yes."

"And what...controls the government?" You ask reluctantly, sure that the next thing out of his mouth was going to be something batshit crazy.

"A black cabal."

Aaaand there it was. You actually chuckle a bit, which earns you another hard slap across the face.

"There is no...black cabal. I don't know what drugs you're on, buddy. But that's just not true."

"It is true! I know it is! You...you're just too blind to see it." He huffs as he pushes himself off of the chair and away from you. "You'll see! After I eliminate its agents, it won't have a leg to stand on!"

He continues preparing before he leaves the building.

"No! Wait!" You try to stop him but it is useless. He's disregarded you now. You're nothing but a useless drone to him now. After he killed your entire team, he'd probably kill you too.

You try desperately to free yourself from the ropes that bind you but it is no use. They are very tight around your wrists. You are just left there, bound, ruminating on what could possibly be happening right now. Is your captor going to succeed in harming your team members, your family? Are they safe?

The video feed cuts off on the monitor in front of the team. A subconscious and collectively held breath is released.

“Reid, we need to get you to a secure location and put a guard on you. Just as a precaution. We know good and well what he’s capable of.” Hotch says, already pulling his phone out to make some calls to ensure Reid was safe.

“N-no, I need to help find Y/N!” Spencer protested, still reeling from the confession he just heard. He was shaking and he didn’t even realize it. Seeing the person he loved bruised and beaten and being held captive by a perverted madman broke his heart and made his blood boil.

“We need to make sure you’re safe.” Hotch told him, trying to be proactive about the situation but also upon seeing Spencer’s reaction, trying to be sensitive to him and his obvious feelings.

“I need to make sure Y/N is safe!” You were the only thing on his mind. Your safety came before his in his books. If the unsub wanted to come after him, let him come, Reid thought. He’d be in for quite the surprise. Reid was smart and he was pissed, a dangerous combination.

Hotch sighed. He could see how distressed Spencer was. He never knew Reid felt the way he did about Y/N. Spencer himself didn’t truly know how deep his feelings ran.

“They’ll be fine. We’ll continue working on it. Garcia will continue trying to locate them. We’ll find them.” Hotch tries to reassure Spencer but knows there’s a slight possibility that they might not and that he’ll lose a valuable member of his team.

“Please…we have to find them.”

“We will, Reid. We will. I promise. But we need to get you to a safe house right now, ok?"

Spencer reluctantly agrees to be taken to a safe house. He is loaded up into an SUV and taken there by Derek. He is silent nearly the whole ride there, which takes about an hour. Derek glances at him every so often, a look of concern on his face.

"You ok, Reid?" Derek takes a chance to ask.

Spencer looks over at Derek with a solemn expression.

"No. I'm not. Y/N's been kidnapped, beaten. And instead of working on saving them, what am I doing? Hiding? It doesn't feel right."

"You really care for them, don't you?"

"More than I think I realized." Spencer whispers as he and Derek share a look before he goes back to looking out the window.

"We'll save them, ok? I promise."

"We'd better. I don't know if I could live with myself if anything happened to them."

Eventually, they get to the safehouse. Derek helps Spencer unload his bags. The safehouse is a depressing sight. It is a ramshackle building in the middle of nowhere. It looks like no one has used it for quite some time. Who knows if the government pays people to take care of these places. They need to be looked after, though.

Spencer collapsed into a chair while Derek checked out the place, making sure everything was locked up tightly. The electricity worked. The water worked. There was apocalypse prepper type food that was still safe to eat. It seemed like they were set.

You collapsed on the ground, dropping the shovel.

“Dig.” The man orders you.

“I…I can’t.” You murmur weakly.

“You’re weak. Pathetic.” He growls as he kicks you in the stomach. You groan. You then hear footsteps. You quickly grab the discarded gun that was on the ground, you aim and shoot him.

Despite your weakened state, you were still an expert marks(person?) and you were indeed able to effectively kill him with that one bullet.

“One bullet left, you son of a bitch.” (He'd made a comment or taunted about there not being even one bullet left to shoot him or yourself with. You insisted there was exactly one left and that you’d kill him with it...Clue vibes?)

“Y/N!” Spencer shouts, his tone is frantic after hearing the gunshot.

“Over…here!” You shout back weakly.

He rushes toward you.

“Y/N! Oh, thank God you’re ok.”

He engulfs you immediately in a hug as you stand up and stagger towards him.

“Thought you didn’t believe in God. Thought my own wit and merit got me out alive.”

“So you both can get credit, then. Now…just…shush and let me hold you.” He murmurs as he buried his face in your neck as he has his arms wrapped around you tightly.

“Thought you hated physical contact.” You whisper softly.

“Never when it comes to you and certainly not right this moment. I thought I told you to shush.” His tone is light and teasing.

“You can’t tell me what to do. You’re not my father.” You chuckle weakly.

“You’re right. I’m not…but that doesn’t mean that I don’t care about you.”

“You care about me?”

“Always have. I’ve been foolish for not demonstrating it more to you.”

“Oh, I think you demonstrate it enough.”

“No. I don’t. What I feel for you is…indescribable. It simply isn’t possible to convey to you in words or actions just how deeply I’ve…fallen in love you with.”

You pull away from the hug, looking up at him in disbelief.

“You’ve…fallen in love with me?” You had to make sure this wasn’t all a big joke being played on you.

“Wholly and utterly.” He looks down at you with a soft gaze in his eyes. He holds your hands in his, being careful of the rope burn. He brings your hands up to his lips and kisses your wrists.

“Y-you mean that?” You asked hopefully, your heart soaring at how tender he is being right now.

“Absolutely. Did you mean it when you said it or…did you only say it because you were forced to?”

“I meant it.” You say sincerely.

“Really? You did?” Spencer could see and hear the sincerity on your face and in your voice but he needed you to confirm it verbally for him. “You…you love me?”

“Completely and absolutely.” You mirror his response.

“I really want to kiss you right now. Can I please kiss you? I know you’ve just been through a trauma so the timing isn’t great so feel free to-“

“Spencer.” You cut him off.

“Y-yes?” He normally felt very sad and disheartened when people cut him off but he knew that you weren't doing it to be rude. He was doing more than rambling right now, he was spiraling.

“You can kiss me.” You smile up at him.

He brought his hands up and cupped your face. His hands were big on your face, making you feel smaller than you already were.

“I love you.” He whispers, looking into your soul as he looks into your eyes.

“I love you, too.”

He leans down and you lean up. Your lips meet his. They were very soft. The kiss is tentative at first but then he presses more firmly into it. You press back. He presses even harder into it. He’s kissing you like he’d die if he didn’t. He’s kissing you like it’s his sole purpose on this Earth. He kisses you for as long as his breathing capacity allows him to, pushing it to its limits, making his lungs burn almost before he pulls away, panting heavily.

“Let me…um…t-take you back to the hotel?”

“Or you could kiss me like that again.”

“Y-yeah…or I could…do that. That…that’s a good…idea…” he inches closer and your lips connect again. It feels like heaven for both of you. You wrap your arms around his neck.

“You know…you’ve been through…a trauma. Maybe…we shouldn’t…be doing…this…” he says in between kisses.

“I love you but please shut up and keep kissing me, pretty boy. I need to feel you. I need to make sure you’re alive and that I’m alive.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Your lips reconnected. Your tongue runs along the seam of his lips and he eagerly parts his lips to allow you to slip your tongue in. Your tongue caressed his tongue. He had to suppress a moan at how good you felt against him like this. He might've guessed he'd be such a whore for you but it still shocked him how he felt like he absolutely wanted to melt into you right now.

He felt no shame in allowing you to take your frustrations out on him through the kiss. You'd been through a trauma. He knew you needed it. It helped that he was naturally submissive and that he had been head over heels in love with you almost since the day he'd met you. Whether or not he knew if you were more dominant or submissive, he certainly knew what you were capable of now. You seemed to be desperately trying to keep him as close to you as possible as you tried to feel as much as him as you possibly could. Spencer wondered if this feeling was as addictive to you as it was to him. He craved more of you.

The two of you soon just became a cacophony of little moans and whimpers as you lost yourselves in each other. You two couldn't seem to get enough of each other. You seemed to be feeding off of the other's energy, letting it fuel your own.

"We...really...should...get back to...the hotel..." Spencer murmurs in between kisses.

You whimper. You felt like you needed him near you like you needed air to breathe. You'd simply die if he wasn't near.

"Shh, shh. It's ok, it's ok. I've got you. I'm not going anywhere." He whispers as he caresses your face.

"Don't leave me, please. I need you." You cling to him.

"I won't leave you. I'm right here, ok?"

“You promise?” You murmur into his chest as you rest your head upon it.

“I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“Don’t say that.” You nudge him.

“Well it’s true.”

“But I don’t want you to die.”

“Guess I’ll just have to keep my promise, then, and stay right here with you. I won’t go anywhere. You can come and stay in my room for tonight, yeah? I can stay right by your side…all night long. How’s that sound?”

“Ok…”

He led you to an SUV after you'd been checked out and cleared by a medical person and opened the passenger side door for you, helping you in and even buckling you into your seat before going over to the driver’s side. He didn't often drive but he was able to, he had a license. But for you he'd do anything. And you certainly were in no condition to be driving right now. He glanced at you periodically as he drove to make sure you were doing alright.

"We'll get you to the hotel. We'll get you tucked into bed and then you can rest, ok?"

"Ok," You smiled as you curled up in the seat to rest. Spencer was going to lecture you about the proper way to be seated in a car but decided against it. He drove ever so carefully as there was precious cargo on board, a baby on board, if you will. He wonders if Hotch still has his sticker from when Jack was born and if he'd let him have it...as a joke, of course.

He drives very cautiously to the hotel and parks the SUV. He looks over at you to see you have fallen asleep. He smiles softly at the sight before unbuckling his and your seatbelts before getting out of the car. He goes around to the passenger's side and opens the door. He nudges you lightly.

"Y/N...we're at the hotel." He whispers softly so as not to startle you.

You stir. "Hmm?"

"Hey." He says softly. "We're at the hotel. Do you need help getting out or walking?"

"I'm not a baby, Spencer." You chuckle lightly, joking somewhat.

"Right...right...of course you're not. I know that. I didn't mean to imply that I thought you were."

"It's ok. It's sweet that you care, I guess." You smile as you start to get out of the car and he helps you.

You walk hand-in-hand into the hotel lobby and head for the elevator. Spencer flashes his FBI badge at the receptionist who gives you both a quizzical look. Spencer looks over at you as you stand in front of the elevator to make sure that you're doing alright. You are. You look tired but you're alive and doing ok and soon you will be sleeping.

You enter the elevator when the doors open and Spencer presses the correct floor button. The elevator ascends. When the doors open, he leads you towards his room.

"Is there anything I can get you from your room?" He asks as he gets his room key out and opens the door.

"Um...maybe some melatonin. Oh, but I don't have my room key on me. That'd be back at the precinct in my bag that I carry." You think as you enter his room

"You certainly could use it. and that's ok. I'll just go down to reception and ask for an extra or a master key. Anything else? Clothes? A stuffed animal perhaps."

He had said it so non-judgmentally but your eyes snapped to him.

"Wh-what?" You asked, slightly panicked.

"You do pack at least one stuffed animal for cases, don't you?"

"How...did you know that?" You asked, suspicious of him.

"I'm an expert profiler." He shrugs as he smiles

You narrow your eyes at him, not quite believing that that is the reason.

He chuckled. "Ok, fine. I may have saw one one time when I was putting your bags away on the jet and one wasn't zipped properly and I went to zip it and...I felt something soft and then investigated. I know I shouldn't have. That's your personal property. But It's ok. I'm not judging you."

"Really? You're not?" You ask hopefully. You were always so afraid of being judged.

"Not at all. Stuffed animals can actually provide a great sense of comfort, especially during times of stress. It may be just the thing you need right now."

"Yeah, ok. I um...I keep them in my blue suitcase. It's by the closet. Clothes should be in the closet itself. A t-shirt and a pair of shorts should be fine."

"Got it. Anything else I can get you?"

"No. I think that's it."

"Alright. Why don't you strip out of those dirty clothes and hop in the shower. I can bring you your toiletries bag too, if you'd like."

"I'd like that, thank you."

"Alright. I'll be right back, then, ok? I have to go get an extra key for you room from reception downstairs. But then I'll just be right across the hall for a minute, ok?"

"Ok."

He left the room. You stepped into the bathroom. You slowly stripped out of your torn and dirty clothes, leaving them on the floor. You look at yourself in the mirror. You have bruises on your face. You face is pale. There were bags under your eyes. You looked like hell. You wondered why on Earth Spencer would have kissed you as much as he did with you looking like this.

You shake that thought from your mind and replace it with another. Spencer cares about you. That much was obvious. You start the water in the shower. You wait for it to warm up and while it is warming up, you hear Spencer come back into the room.

"Y/N? I have your clothes. I can just crack the door open and slide them in on the floor."

"Alright."

He cracks the door open and slides the clean clothes into the room. He then slides you toiletries bag in.

"I will put your melatonin and your stuffed animal on your bed, ok?"

"Ok."

He closes the door and you grab your shampoo, loofah, and soap from your bag before you step into the shower. It feels good to get all of the caked blood and dirt off of your body. You allow the warm water to seep into your skin. You grab your shampoo bottle and squirt some into your hands before carding your fingers through your hair and massaging your scalp. An image of your captor grabbing your hair and pulling you by it flashes through your mind. You soothe your head subconsciously even though you had not just been caused physical pain. As you continue to massage the shampoo into your scalp, running your fingers along it and scraping your nails against it, you inadvertently grasp your hair after you've scratched too hard at your scalp as the image and feeling of you being dragged by your hair plagued. You winced once you felt the pain and let go. You drop your hands from your head and stand still for a second. You cannot resist the urge to bring a hand back up to your head to rub at it. You do this at an increasing pace and then suddenly stop.

Your hair is shampooed so you slowly reach for your soap and loofah. You lather the loofah up with the soap bar. As you clean your body, you make sure to clean the last bit of dirt and grime from it. You wish to fully cleanse yourself from the awful trauma you'd just endured. You hand skims over the bruise on your calf from where your captor had kicked you harshly from behind because you weren't walking fast enough in the cemetery.

Once fully cleaned and showered, you turn the water off and exit the shower. You dry your hair off before wrapping the towel around your body. You dry your body off completely before putting the clean clothes on.

You exit the bathroom. Spencer looks up from his book at you as you do.

“Hey.” He says softly. “Feeling better? You’re looking better.”

You smile and nod as you approach your bed. You take the melatonin gummy and grab your stuffed animal before climbing into bed with him.

“Oh um I uh I thought maybe you’d want to uh sleep in a separate bed…you know…for comfort.”

“I’m comfortable right here.” You whisper as you snuggle up to him. “This ok with you?”

He looks down at you as you rest your head on his shoulder. His cheeks tinge pink.

“Y-yeah…more than ok. I just wanna make sure that you’re comfortable.”

“Well I assure you that I am.”

“Good. Would you like me to read to you? Might help lull you to sleep. It helps Morgan.” He chuckles.

You chuckle too. “Yeah. You can read to me. I like hearing you talk.”

“R-Really? You do? You mean that?” He was surprised. No one liked to hear him talk. People often cut him off or simply walked away from him when they got bored of his talking.

“Mhm. I do. I like your voice.”

He smiled at your compliments before he began to read aloud. Granted it wasn’t light reading. It was a book on Quantum Physics but you didn’t seem to mind. You found his voice to be very calming. You didn’t mind what he was saying and you certainly weren’t going to stop him.

As he lay there with you in his arms while he caressed your arm, he couldn’t help but think that this felt incredibly right. Like this was where he was meant to be and this is where you were meant to be. You were meant to be in each other’s arms. He looked down upon you as you rested your head against his chest. He admired your facial features. You looked so peaceful. He was glad you were able to rest comfortably in his arms after what you’d been through.

As you laid there resting peacefully in his arms, he couldn’t help but think how incredibly hard he’d fallen for you. It astonished him. He loved no one more than he loved you (with the exception of perhaps his mother). You were everything to him. And now that he knew that you loved him back, he couldn’t help but think how high he could soar, how much better his life could be now with you in it in a much more intimate fashion. Why, he’d be unstoppable loving you with you loving him.

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aristrocrat · 2 years

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can u do an imagine with steve based on the song head over heels by tears for fears?? it would be so cute 😭

summary: Steve is head over heels for a girl that simply cannot seem to let go of her past. Until she finally meets it face to face.

word count: 2720

pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (mostly from his POV)

tw: NONE JUST SO SWEET AND SO MUCH FLUFF!! I LOVE THIS ONE

a/n: Go check out this song! It’s about a man who falls in love with a woman who holds all of the cards/doesn’t seem to be that interested in him. He seems to be throwing away all good things in his life at the thought of her. This is my twist on those lyrics.

“Hi! I’m Y/N, the new employee here. Kieth told me to ask for..” You looked down at the paper he’s given you a few days prior. “Steve Harrington? He’s supposed to train me.”

“That’d be me!” Steve said, without turning around from the computer. “Give me a sec to type this last thing in here.. Okay, hi! Welcome to-“

Holy shit.

He felt like someone kicked the air out of his lungs with just one look at you. You were easily the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, which surprised him since you were anything but his type. You wore a graphic tee under a loose flannel shirt with ripped, black jeans. But the grundy exterior almost didn’t match that sweet smile and doe eyes gaze that looked back at him. Boy, was he in trouble.

“Family Video?” You offered.

“Mhm,” He nodded, all too aware of just how dry his mouth suddenly felt. “Let me, uh- Could you just wait here for a moment?”

“For sure,” You spoke with ease, making it incredibly evident that he didn’t have nearly the same effect on you. You twirled around gracefully and began looking through the store as he all but tripped over his own feet on the way to the back room.

“Robin!” He whispered as she brought a spoonful of food to her mouth. She furrowed her brows and put the spoon down.

“Are you sick?” She asked, standing up to check his forehead temperature.

“What? No!” He swatted her hand away. “The new girl that Keith told us about? She’s here!”

“Okay, so?”

“So, I need you to come out there with me so that I don’t make a complete fool out of myself!”

“Oh, Steve,” She placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder as if she were about to lend him words of encouragement. “She’s bound to find out you’re an idiot some day.”

“Shut up,” He rolled his eyes. “Come on!”

“But I haven’t finished my food!” She pouted as he dragged her out of the break room. “Besides, since when do you need help- oh… Wow.”

“Y/N, this is our coworker Robin. Robin, Y/N,” Steve said as they approached you. You turned around and smiled.

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you, Robin,” You stuck out your hand.

“The pleasure is all mine,” She shook your hand. “Steve asked me to take charge of training you today-“

“I’m sorry- what?” He blinked.

“Yeah, he’s not feeling too well,” Robin nodded sadly. “He might even have the flu, so I’d keep my distance.”

“I- Hold on. I do not have the flu!”

“-You see that room back there? Go ahead and make yourself at home. I’ll catch up with you in a second and start all of the training videos for you!”

“Okay, thank you,” You chuckled, picking up on their odd energy, and headed that way.

“What the hell, Robin?!” He hissed as soon as you disappeared behind the door.

“I’m just trying to rule out the possibility that she might be gay,” She shrugged. “I’m looking out for you!”

“Oh, is that what you’re doing?“ He scoffed. “Bullshit! You’re trying to see if you have a shot!”

“That too!” She giggled before heading to the training room.

———

It’d been a few weeks since you started working at Family Video. After the initial shock of seeing you for the first time wore off, Steve reverted back to his usual self; sarcastic and playful. Especially around you.

He liked that you could match his wit. He liked that you let him borrow your favorite cassettes and loved the music you introduced him to. He liked your style and that old car you drove to work. But he refused to admit to himself that he might actually like you.

Though normally he would be throwing himself at your feet, he finally scored himself a girlfriend a few weeks before he met you. She was nice, smart, and funny. She was everything he wanted in a girlfriend- that is, until he met you.

“What do you mean you haven’t watched Footloose?!” You gasped, watching as Steve chuckled and shook his head, keeping his gaze on the computer before him. You sat on the counter beside the computer, keeping yourself entertained with conversation on the slow work day.

“It’s girly.”

“So is your hair. What’s your point?”

“Hey!” He got up from his chair. He grabbed the edge of the counter, placing his hands on either side of you and looking into your eyes. “What did I tell you about the hair?”

“It’s off limits when it comes to making jokes,” You rolled your eyes. “Well, then the same applies to Footloose. That’s my new favorite movie. Don’t knock it til you try it!”

“You really think it’s that good?” He tilted his head. You nodded. Oh, god. It was taking every single fiber in his body to fight against the urge to just lean over and kiss that sweet smile off of your face. “If you insist. I’ll pop it on tonight and report back to you tomorrow.”

“You’re going to love it!” You scrunched your nose and grabbed his face, squishing it together so that his lips would pop out. “Even if it is a bit girly.”

He swallowed audibly as his heart sped up to the speed of light. You’ve grabbed his face like that before, but never when your own was only inches away. He made sure to keep his gaze on your eyes, studying then as they studied his squished cheeks with an amused smile. Then they looked down at his lips for a moment, and he saw the fleeting thought behind that warm gaze. Your eyes lingered a little too long, making him smile.

He regretted it the moment he did because he saw you snap out of the trance, blushing as you looked down at your wrist watch.

“Shit, I have to go,” You mumbled, slipping out from under one of his arms. Though he was a bit disheartened by your sudden need to leave, he couldn’t help but admire just how cute you looked with those flushed cheeks.

“Why? You got a hot date, or something?” He joked, leaning back on the counter with crossed arms, watching as you gathered your belongings into your backpack. Your eyes flickered up for a split moment before locking your gaze back on your bag. “Wait, you do, don’t you?”

“I don’t even know if I could call it a date,” You shook your head as you slung the strap of your bag over a shoulder. Even the way you carried your backpack was cute. “My ex wanted to meet up to give me my things back tonight. I was kind of hoping to get dolled up so that..”

So that maybe you could win him back.

You’d told Steve all about this boy; the one who broke your heart into a million pieces when he left you to go to college (and for another woman). In your eyes, he was perfect. He was incredibly tall with baby blue eyes, blond hair and with the smarts to get into an Ivy League school. He was studying to be a criminal defense lawyer. In other words, this boy that you were obviously still in love with was everything Steve wasn’t.

“Never mind. I don’t know why I’m telling you this,” You spoke quickly. “It’s stupid.”

“That you’re thinking about taking that douche bag back? Yeah, maybe a little,” He agreed, earning a scowl. “What? Look, I’m just saying you deserve better.”

You stayed silent for a moment, looking at the floor as you pondered his words.

“You think I shouldn’t go?” You finally asked.

“No. I think you’re better off,” He shrugged. “Tell you what. Robin’s coming in to take my shift later. If you decide against going on that date, you can come over and watch Footloose with me,” He played it cool, as if it weren’t everything his heart was longing for.

“Okay, I’ll think about it,” You smiled softly. “I really do need to go get ready though. Just in case, you know?”

“Yeah, no, I get it,” Steve nodded, watching you grab your keys and wave on your way out.

You definitely weren’t coming to his place that night.

———

Steve took the unboxed the movie and inserted it into his VHS player. He’d had a chaotic afternoon after you left. He realized during the last stretch of his solitary shift that he could no longer keep dragging his girlfriend along when he was so into you. Even if nothing would come of it, which he was almost positive nothing would, he owed his now ex the respect of letting her go.

It didn’t go too well. Turns out she has a killer right hook, one that left it’s mark on his left cheek.

It was almost midnight now. He held out hope until that clock’s arms both pointed to the top number. He’d even showered and gotten ready after he got home, hoping and praying you’d choose him over that blond douchebag. But you would’ve been here by now.

He sighed with disappointment, pressing play on the movie regardless of the fact he’d be watching it without you. Thunder rolled in the distance, and within a few minutes, the town of Hawkins was in a downpour; it seemed like the sky was just as sad as he was.

He got half an hour into the movie when he heard the doorbell ring. His heart sped up at the thought of who it could be, who he wanted it to be. He threw off the blanket and walked to the door, opening it to reveal you.

You didn’t even look like your normal self; you wore a red dress that hugged your body with a black leather jacket and boots to match. Somehow the makeup on your face barely smudged, staying in a perfect smoky eye that made your bloodshot eyes stand out regardless of the fact that you were completely drenched.

“Oh my god! Did you walk here?” He asked, letting you in. You were shivering. “What happened?”

“I told him I didn’t want him back, and that I deserved better so he made me get out of the car. He didn’t even let me grab my things, he just tossed me on the side of the road,” You sniffled. “I’m sorry for showing up so late. I walked for about an hour before I realized that your house was probably closer than mine was so-“

“No, no, don’t apologize! It’s okay,” He shook his head. How could a heart be so broken at the sight of you crying yet so elated that you turned that guy down? “Hey, let’s get you changed into some dry clothes, alright?”

“Okay,” You nodded, following him up to his room. You watched as he fished out a pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt before tossing them on the bed with a towel. He turned to leave the room to give you some privacy. “Wait, do you have any makeup remover?”

He chuckled at the question.

“I can go check in my mom’s bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

By the time he returned to his room, you were sitting on his bed with his clothes on. Still be his heart; that must’ve been the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.

“All I could find were these wipes,” He held them out to you. “I hope they’re okay.”

“These are perfect,” You smiled, grabbing one from the package and beginning to rub at your eyes.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked, taking a seat next to you.

“Not much to say,” You shrugged. “We went out to dinner and then the movie. Halfway through the movie, I realized that he was looking at some girl’s ass so I asked him to take me home. Then he told me we should get back together and I told him what you told me. We were in the middle of nowhere when he just stopped the car and told me to walk.”

“Jesus, what a dick,” Steve muttered, making you laugh.

“Right?” You smiled, finally looking up at him. “Did I get it all off of my face?”

“Not even close,” He chuckled at your raccoon eyes. “Here, let me help.”

He grabbed another towelette and got to work as you continued to talk. He placed his left hand on your cheek as his right moved gently across your under eyes.

“I wasn’t crying over him, by the way,” You clarified, looking up to grant him better access. “I was crying because I was lost and I hate thunderstorms. Then I saw your house and cried more because I was relieved.”

He let go of your face to fish out another wipe so you finally got a good look at his face.

“Oh my god,” You whispered as you took in his bruising cheek. “What happened?”

“Long story,” He laughed.

“I got time,” You shrugged.

“Okay, look up for me. I almost got it all,” Steve put two fingers under your chin to lift your face. You did as told. “I broke up with Jen. She didn’t take it very well.”

“That’s gotta be the shortest story I’ve ever heard,” You teased, making him laugh. You looked back at him when he put the wipe down, noticing that his hand lingered on your cheek. You looked into his warm, brown eyes and noticed they were dancing all over your face, as if he were trying to memorize it. “Why’d you break up with her?”

His eyes shot back into yours as a blush crept onto his face.

“I didn’t think it was fair to her that I like someone else more than I ever liked her,” He spoke softly, careful not to scare you the way he did earlier.

“Who do you like, Steve?” You whispered, placing your hand on his knee. He smiled as his thumb began stroking your cheek.

“Who do you think, Y/N?” He finally allowed himself to look at your lips, drinking in the sight of them.

“I’m not gonna let you kiss me until you say it,” You smiled.

“I like you, Y/N,” He glanced up at your eyes before looking back at your lips.

“I like you too, Steve.”

You both smiled softly before leaning in and gently pressing your lips together. Your lips were cold from the rain but so soft. His lips pressed into yours with a light desire, breathing you in as your fingers slowly made their way up to his shoulder.

His heart stopped on the spot when your hand snaked around his neck, into his hair before you pulled him in to deepen the kiss. You wanted him just as badly as he wanted you.

“Did you end up watching Footloose?” You asked curiously as you pulled away, he laughed.

“You really want me to watch that movie, huh?” He smiled, touching your lips with his thumb. “I started it right before you showed up. It’s still playing if you wanna go watch it together.”

“Really?” You grinned with excitement. As badly as he wanted to keep kissing you, he couldn’t turn you down when you looked at him like that.

“I’ll make us some popcorn,” He groaned, throwing himself on the bed. You smiled, leaning down to press a few kisses on his jaw as a thank you. “Okay, if you wanna watch the movie then you definitely can’t do that.”

“Sorry,” You giggled, pulling away to give him a peck on the lips. “I’ll save it for later.”

“Can it be later already?” He whined as he watched you stand up.

“Come on! I want some popcorn,” You said, disappearing into the hallway. He laid there for a few more second with a goofy grin on his face before heading down to make you a bowl of popcorn.

You continued to pepper kisses on his neck and chest until he finally caved in and made out with you for the remainder of the film. Needless to say, he couldn’t tell you what the hell that movie was about but it was his new favorite too.

He was head over heels for you.

@fixtionlover :)

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thesakuragarnet · 6 months

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PHOENIX: A Pro Hero Toya Todoroki AU (Chapter One)

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY!!!!!

Summary: For most of his life, Toya Todoroki was a loner. He was a scrawny, broody kid only known for getting in an explosive fight that led to him being held back. That is...until he met Keigo Takami. Navigating love, his own demons, and the road to becoming a Pro Hero, will Toya Todoroki be able to prove his father wrong?

TL;DR: What if Rei Todoroki saved her eldest child from his accident at Sekoto Peak and he got the Hero Arc he deserved?

Tags for the full fic (which is heavily tagged in the author's notes per chapter on AO3): DabiHawks, Pro Hero Dabi, alternate universe, child ab*se, implied sexual content (including implied consensual sexual content between teenagers), underage drinking, implied/referenced r word, explicit sexual content (between of-age consenting parties), graphic depictions of violence, anxiety disorder and panic attacks, s*ic!dal thoughts, eventual happy ending, fluff, smut, angst, implied/referenced s3lf harm, hurt/comfort, Vigilante League of Villains, Geten is not a Himura, POV TOYA TODOROKI

Word Count: Chapter One, which is posted below, is 3,245 words. The full fic (which will be completed on 11/21/2023) is roughly 270,000 words.

AO3 link to the full fic

Chapter One: MONTAGE (Year: Early 2117)

It’s the first day of my repeated year, and not a single person even looks in my direction. The reputation I built for myself isn’t exactly helping; I’d nearly incinerated another student who was talking shit about my sister last semester. He deserved it; it’s a shame he wasn’t in the ICU after what he said. Nevertheless, every single person in the Private Hero Training Academy avoided me like the plague. I skipped orientation this year, thinking it wasn’t worth it. I’d just be paired with yet another loser who would always find an excuse to not be my roommate and switch out; I didn’t care to make friends anymore.

I sit quietly at the smallest table in the corner of the cafeteria, my hair falling over my eyes as I stare emptily into the bowl of noodles. I shove it to the side; I’m not in the mood to eat anything right now. Tears prick my eyes as I think about what happened when I was home last week.

“IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT! IF YOU WEREN’T SO DAMN WEAK HE WOULD BE ABLE TO HANDLE IT!” My father bellowed at our mother as Natsuo, Fuyumi, and I struggled to keep Shoto sheltered from the noise of the violent slaps that echoed through the house.

“HE KNOWS NO DISCIPLINE!”

SMACK!

“HE KNOWS NO MANNERS!”

SMACK!

“HE IS A FAILED EXPERIMENT!”

SMACK!

I suddenly break down and put my head on the table, resting my forehead on my arms so no one will see my tears. ‘I wish I didn’t exist anymore.’ I think to myself...

…

...

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

A rapping noise echoes on the wooden table.

“Hey, you’re Toya, right?” A sprightly voice calls. I keep my head down, staring at the darkness that I formed in the shelter of my arms. I try to keep my body still so they can’t notice I’m crying, and I struggle to stop.

“Who wants to know?” I gripe, keeping my voice steady.

“Oh, I’m Keigo Takami! I’m your roomie this year! Hey, are you okay? Or just tired? Hope I didn’t wake you up,” Keigo laughs.

“Are you new or something?” I snap, not in the mood to talk.

“How’d you guess?! Yeah! I’m a first-year! Ready to become a hero! Anyway, is it okay if I sit here? I don’t really know anyone yet.” Before I can say anything, I feel him sit down next to me.

“Are you gonna eat your food?”

“Not hungry,” I say flatly. I briefly activate my Quirk on my face so all the tears evaporate, but no one can see it the way I have my head down.

“Then why’d you get it?”

“You ask a lot of damn questions don’t you,” I growl before raising my head to look at him. Keigo Takami’s Quirk is obvious at first glance. The fifteen-year-old sports an elegant pair of feathered, red wings on his back. He returns my glare with a bright smile, and an emotion I’ve never felt before rips through my entire body.

“Are you not scared of me?” I ask, indignantly, but, once again, Takami just returns my venom with warm, caring eyes.

“Why would I be scared of you? Hey, did you know your hair is turning white?” Keigo points to the white streaks that pepper my crimson hair.

“Stress. And my mom’s Quirk.” I mumble, suddenly wishing I had a hood that I could pull up to hide it.

“Oh. That’s cool. I guess. Hey, you sure you don’t wanna eat anything? You can have half of my sandwich!” He extends half of his PB&J to me, but I put my head back down. Keigo shrugs, and, then, his eyes light up.

“OH MY GOD! I ALMOST FORGOT TO ASK! Your last name is Todoroki, right? As in Endeavor’s son? What’s it like having such an awesome Pro Hero as a dad?” He excitedly asks, and my brain fills with screams.

“I WON’T LET YOU SLEEP UNTIL YOU’VE PERFECTED THIS MOVE! GET UP!”

A phantom pain in my stomach forms where I got kicked last week; I’d forced myself to stand and finish the exercise, burning my shoulder in the process. I feel my emotions setting my Quirk into overdrive; I’ve gotta get out of here. Without saying a word, I immediately stand up and walk out of the cafeteria, leaving Keigo alone, worried, and confused.

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A Few Months Later

(Almost the end of the First Semester)

“DAD I DIDN’T MEAN TO HURT SHOTO!” I scream as I wake up from a horrible nightmare...well...a memory. I’m covered in cold sweat, and I’m shaking uncontrollably. A faint blue glow permeates the darkness of the room, and I panic as I realize I’ve set my pillow on fire.

“SHIT SHIT SHIT!” I whisper heatedly as I get up on my knees and struggle to put it out with my trembling hands, burning myself. I bite my lip as I endure the pain to snuff out the flames, leaving a tender red mark in the middle of my palm. When I successfully put it out, my mind flashes with my father’s terrifying, furious gaze; all I hear is my mother and my siblings screaming at me. I continue to shake uncontrollably and begin hyperventilating. I stare at my open, shivering palms...The weapons that I used on my little brother. It was an accident. But that didn’t change the fact that it happened. If Mom hadn’t acted quickly, who knows what could have happened. And it would’ve been all my fault. Tears start streaming down my face, as I start rocking back and forth, desperately trying to calm myself down.

“Toya?” A sleepy voice echoes through the darkness, and a feather whizzes by my head before pulling open the curtains on the window, letting moonlight flood our room.

“Are you okay?” Keigo asks as he rubs his eyes and starts to sit up. I say nothing. Words can’t come out of my mouth; my chest is unbearably tight, and my stomach is in a knot. I feel all the color instantly leave my face.

“Trash can,” I manage to croak out as my dry mouth suddenly fills with saliva. Thankfully, as soon as I heave, a flurry of feathers brings a trash can to sit in front of me on the bed. I grab it quickly and thrust my head into it as I get sick.

“You’re definitely not okay.” Keigo’s worried voice is at my bedside next to me; he must have gotten up. I breathe heavily as I lurch again, and Keigo sits beside me before patting me on the back; I flinch at his touch and retch until there’s nothing left in me.

“I hate everything,” I cough as I try to catch my breath, water leaking out of my eyes. I spit into the bucket to get the horrible taste out of my mouth.

“Even me?” Keigo says in a sing-song voice, and I look up briefly to give him an annoyed glance. He hands me a rag, and I snatch it from him, wiping my mouth before setting the trash can and the rag on the other side of my bed. Just in case.

“Did you have nightmares about your dad again?” Keigo asks, concern in his voice. I shudder and nod, squeezing my eyes shut.

“You should probably be on something for those night terrors and panic attacks. That’s not healthy. You can’t just keep throwing up dinner every other night,” Keigo touches my shoulder, and I shrink away from him.

“My folks wouldn’t care even if they knew,” I mutter as I feel the waves of anxiety and dread flood my body. I start to move to go back to sleep, grappling with the covers, forcing Keigo to get off the bed.

“Do they not know?” He asks.

“There’s a lot they don’t know,” I growl, turning my body away as the tears start flowing down my face again. I pass out from pure exhaustion.

…

...

Two hours later, I wake up screaming again, except this time I can’t move. I’m paralyzed with the fear of my dad’s gaze burning into my very soul; I whimper and shake, hating how pathetic Keigo must think I am.

‘Dad’s right, all I ever do is show weakness.’ I keep my eyes shut, trying to calm my dark thoughts and not jump out the window to end all the pain once and for all. ‘It would be so easy just to hit the ground from how high up we are… the seventh floor….I doubt I’d even feel anything. And then, my family wouldn’t have to bear the burden of me anymore.’ With eerie timing, I feel the paralysis fade away. ‘This is my sign.’ I think to myself as I take a deep breath and prepare to roll out of bed and end my life. Suddenly, I feel a warmth surrounding me, and my body freezes.

“It’s okay, Toya. He’s not here,” I hear the familiar voice whisper as I open my eyes and see a pair of red wings enclosing me in an embrace. I instantly think to push him away so I can finish what I started when a wave of calm washes over me as the feathers brush my face. They’re very soft and comforting...something I don’t feel very often, if ever. My nightmarish thoughts seemingly melt away as I lean into the wing, allowing my senses to fill with something other than physical pain and emotional numbness. Keigo gingerly drapes his arm over my shoulder, limply pulling me toward him.

“If you want me to go away I will. I know you don’t really like hugs. But...You looked like you needed one badly,” Keigo’s voice echoes through the silent room. I roughly shake my head as I bite my lip and let my tears flow. This time, it’s a mixture of emotions that sparks them; the normal ones: fear and anguish, but also: peace. I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on the silky feathers and the sound of Keigo’s breathing, my shaking breath slowly calming down to a smooth even pattern. My chest fills with a warm glow that I’m not used to; whatever it is, I know it isn’t my Quirk because it’s the complete opposite of pain.

“Thank you,” I choke out through my tears as I sleep peacefully for the first time in my entire life.

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The Beginning Of The Third Semester

(First Week of September)

I was planning on going home for the weekend, but my heart told me otherwise. My dad could go to Hell for all I cared. This was gonna be the night I confessed. I’d practiced this for weeks by myself in the bathroom mirror, but my nerves were all over the place. This should be easy considering this was the person that made me realize I swung both ways. But, it’s also the first time I’ve ever felt strong enough to do something about my feelings. I don’t think I could handle rejection though. In fact, Keigo was pretty much all I had to live for lately. I don’t think I’d be able to keep on living in this Hell without him.

‘Keigo. I like you. Let’s go out. Simple enough.’ I think to myself as I splash water on my face. On Friday evenings after class, Keigo and I typically played poker by ourselves. Instead of poker chips, we just used chicken nuggets. I’d put on the only nice outfit that I owned; a black, long-sleeved button-up with black slacks. I kept the top two buttons undone so I didn’t look too serious, and I combed my hair so it didn’t look so spazzy. It had almost turned completely white at this point, and the only trace of red remained at my crown. I take a deep breath and head back to our dorm.

...

I grab the handle and take another deep breath, trying to hype myself up.

‘Alright. You got this, Toya. Be smooth. Be cool. You can be charming… Right? Just don’t make a fool of yourself.’

However, when I open the door, the lights are off, and Keigo sits on his knees on his bed with the chicken nuggets in a fancy-looking tray instead of lying on the bed like they usually are. He has a candle lit on his nightstand, and, when he realizes I’m inside the room, he seems to freeze up and get nervous. I raise my eyebrow and close the door behind me.

“Where’re the cards?” I ask as I walk over to sit across from him cross-legged on the twin bed. That’s when I noticed that I’m not the only one that cleaned up. Keigo’s normally unkempt hair is neatly brushed, and his feathers even look shinier and more orderly than normal. He’s still wearing his normal black and yellow T-shirt, but it looks brighter, almost like it’s brand new.

“Um, I thought we could...just eat the nuggs tonight instead. And. Uh. Talk?” Keigo stammers, and I see his face flush. I blink.

‘There’s no way we had the same idea. There’s no way he actually likes me back.’

“Okay?” I say as I move to grab a chicken nugget, only for him to slap my hand away.

“I need to talk to you first.” He blurts out, his voice wavering. He’s trying to maintain eye contact with me, and his feathers start to ruffle. I can see the sweat on his forehead, and a small smile forms on my face.

‘Oh my God, he DOES like me back!’

“Listen, you’re my best friend. And... And, I hope this doesn’t ruin what we have, but, I-” He stumbles over his words as I slide the tray to the side so nothing stands between us.

‘Fuck it, I’m just gonna go for it.’ I start to close the space between us, but Keigo is oblivious as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to confess.

“What I’m trying to say is: I L-”

I stop his words short as I kiss him, and he makes a surprised noise before completely relaxing. He kisses me back, making my heart flutter, and, for the first time in my life, reciprocated love washes over me. He starts to lean back onto the pillow, and I move with him, positioning myself so I’m looming over top of him. His wings start flapping, and I laugh as I break the kiss, propping myself up on my elbow and looking down at him with a smirk. He stares up at me with huge eyes, and I laugh again.

“Warn me next time you’re gonna do that,” He whispers, his face beet red. I’ve never seen him so flustered before, and it makes me grin even more to realize the kind of power I have over him.

“Okay, here’s your warning,” I say as I lean down and kiss him again. He reaches up and limply puts his hand at the back of my neck, pulling me closer. My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. I’ve never ever felt like this before, but I love it. For once in my entire life, someone cares about me just as much as I care about them. I run my hands through his hair as I breathe him in. He reaches up with his other arm and starts undoing the buttons of my shirt. Before he gets to the last one, I grab his hand tightly and pull away from the kiss.

“We’re not fucking. I want to make that clear,” I say, bluntly. He can’t afford to get too attached to me...just in case. Keigo rolls his eyes and jerks his hands away from my grip before undoing the last button.

“There are other things besides that, hothead,” He whispers as he slides my shirt off. I smirk and lean back down, slipping my tongue in his mouth, making him make another surprised noise; his wings stiffen for a moment. I reach over with my other hand and snuff out the candle, surrounding us in complete darkness. My heart thuds as my tongue dances with his, and I start grinding up against him. The sensation is intoxicating, and I grind rougher as his hands slide up my abs and my chest. My body seems concerned at the random influx of dopamine that is never present, and my entire being is tingly with a warm, positive feeling. I break away from the kiss as we both start breathing heavily; I move to kiss his neck.

“I love you,” I let the new words drift past my lips without even meaning to say them aloud; I don’t even care if it’s too soon to say them. I can’t help how I feel. My heart swells as I hear him echo my words; I leave dark marks on the side of his neck and start to move further down when he pushes himself up with his wings, knocking me backward on the bed. I blink in surprise and start to push myself up.

“Whoa whoa, wait a second, birdbrain. I’m the one on to-” Keigo kisses me before I can finish my sentence and starts taking my pants off. In a panic, I hold my hand up and let a small ember burn as a warning, causing him to break the kiss.

“I said no fucking!” I snap, feeling betrayed.

“Relax, Toya. I said there are other things,” His words hang in the air, and he starts trailing kisses from my neck farther and farther down my body. I fall silent as the night air consumes us...

...

The next morning, I wake up in my boxers with Keigo fast asleep on my chest. I smile down at him before abruptly realizing that last night was the first night in years that I didn’t have a nightmare or a panic attack. I trace his feathered wing lightly with the tip of my finger, causing him to stir awake.

“Good morning,” He yawns, stretching and sitting up. A smile creeps across my face before I can hide it, and I tousle his hair.

“You know we can’t tell anyone about this, right?” I say quietly, and Keigo frowns.

“Well, why not?” He snorts, climbing off of me and getting out of bed to get dressed.

“We just can’t,” I say as I put my finger on the candlewick and ignite it, giving the room a blue hue.

“Too bad. I’m still gonna try to hold your hand, and you can’t stop me.” Keigo laughs. I rub the sleep from my eyes.

“Fine,” I grumble as I climb out of bed. Before I can get my bearings, Keigo hugs me tightly.

“I knew there was something beneath that tough guy act,” He smiles, and my expression softens.

“Come on, we gotta get ready for practice. I reserved the training room for this morning,” Keigo says in his sing-song voice as he flaps his wings, lifting himself off the ground. I smile and get dressed before he opens the window. I raise my eyebrow, and he just grins before holding his hand out to me. I tentatively take it, and I cling to him as he sails out the window into the open orange sky, heading toward the training field.

#dabi x hawks #fanfic #my hero academia fanfiction #ao3 writer #dabi #dabihawks #toukei #pro hero dabi #hotwings #ao3 #hero dabi #smut #fluff #angst #pov dabi #mha mirko #mha hawks #todoroki family #touya todoroki

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house-of-slayterr · 1 year

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I forgot To Blink:

Part 2 of Blinky’s backstory for @myers-meadow-selfship

Cw: A tiny bit of ableism and verbal abuse, nothing too graphic. (Not me making this a vent fic 🤪)

Blinky’s POV:

We’d been sitting in this musty van all day, Jay insisted on smoking weed without opening a window. I could feel the slight buzz of a second hand high hitting me. But I stayed quiet, not like they would listen anyway. Darla was sat next to me and my brother by her side.

She finally womaned up and asked him out, and I have to say, I don’t know what she saw in him. But he was a little nicer when she was around, and I was grateful for that. Becky was fiddling with the radio, paying whatever popular garbage was current. And Jay drummed his hands against the wheel as he hummed along.

I could feel that familiar dooms day feeling crashing over me. It happened anytime a place got too loud or too stuffy. I thought I was doing a good job at hiding it, but I guess I screwed that up too. Darla turned to me and squeezed my hand lightly.

“You good?” She whispered.

I shook my head.

“Hey Jay, you think we can stop for some fresh air? I’m getting a little cramped back here.” She asked.

I was thankful she didn’t throw me under the bus. It confused me how someone so kind could be attracted to my brother. He barley even paid attention to her when they were together, unless they were making out or having sex. I doubt he even knew her favourite colour. It was obvious it was purple, she wore it almost everyday.

“We’re never gonna make it to the damn beach if we keep stopping.” My brother snapped.

“Relax dude, we need some gas anyways. We’ll just stop up ahead and you can get us more beer yeah?” Jay said.

It was typical the person driving got to make the decisions on a road trip. Or so I’d read. My brother just grumbled. We pulled into a desolate little stop. There were only 4 gas pumps, and the pavement was sun bleached. It’s the type of place you’d typically want to avoid. But right now I would walk face first into a sharks mouth if it meant getting out of this damn car.

I watched as Jay took the keys out of the ignition and stepped unbuckled. He was about to open the door when I spoke up.

“You can’t pump your own gas here, you’ll get a fine.” I warned.

“Oh, thanks.” He said simply, hopping out and heading toward the door to go get someone.

But before he made it across the parking lot, someone was already on their way over. They probably don’t get a lot of visitors. The man had an odd appearance, at least for a day job. He kinda looked like a clown, and I giggled slightly to myself.

“What a freak.” My brother commented.

Reminding me of my already sour mood. He grabbed Darla’s hand and dragged her inside. I followed behind and left Becky in the front seat. Last thing I needed was to be trapped alone in a conversation with her. Talking with her was made me want to smash my head into a brick wall. She only cared about material things, and skin care. One more comment about how I’d look nicer if I just put on some mascara and I was going to rip out all my eyelashes just to spite her. Being seen as “pretty” served me no interest, I didn’t want to attract boys, or any attention really.

I shuffled into the gas station, looking around. It seemed like some sort of gift store, one stop shop combo. Guess it made sense, there wasn’t much for miles. Best to be the store that has everything so you make all the profits. I could feel eyes on me when I entered. I could always tell when someone was watching, it gave that uncomfortable feeling that made your skin crawl. I believe that was what people were referring to when they talked about “goosebumps”. Emotions were hard for me to understand, no one could ever explain them to me.

I tried to ignore it, still calming down from the anxiety of travelling somewhere I didn’t know. I don’t even know why my brother brought me along. I hated the beach and everything it brought with it. The hot sand, the salty water, the slimy stones or seaweed or little fish that caught you off guard. Not to mention the shallow boys doing stupid things to impress girls, but really it’s just a show for their friends. And the half naked girls throwing themselves at any guy with a little muscle. It simply wasn’t my scene. But Mother always insisted I go along with him, hoping I’d make a friend and stop being her problem. That’s all I ever really was to them, a problem.

My eyes landed on some colourful packaging and I stalked over to it. They were sour gummy worms! I loved sour Candy! In my excitement I seemed to forget who I was in the company of a si approached the counter. My brother yelled at me in annoyance and stomped after of the store after paying for his beer. Darla followed after him like a puppy dog. I looked through my pockets to see if I had any money left. Jay left his wallet in the car at the last dinner so I paid for dinner. I had just wanted to leave. I sighed when I realised I didn’t have anything left. My money for the entire trip wasted. As I was about to put it back, the man from behind the counter held out his hand. I looked at him confused.

I attempted to explain to him I didn’t have enough money and was just going to put them back. But it seemed like he wasn’t taking no for an answer. Why was he being so nice? It wasn’t a very smart business move to sell a product for less than it was worth. By the looks of this place, they weren’t making enough money from stray tourists. I sighed handing him my necklace. He could think of it as a tip, he seemed like a hard worker. I gave a tight lipped smile before I walked back to the car.

My brother was behind the wheel now and it seemed he was eager to leave this place. I watched as we pulled into an old rundown motel. I stayed behind as they talked to the receptionist and got the keys. I leaned up against the side of the van.

“The fuck are you laying around for? Get the bags in the room!” My brother snapped, tossing me the key.

I didn’t waste any time, knowing I could rest soon if I got it done. I heard Becky’s ear piercing laughter as I struggled to drag the last bag inside. Despite the no smoking sign on the outside of the door, Jay had already lit another joint and was passing it around the room.

“Thanks for bringing in our bags.” Darla said.

At least someone appreciated my efforts. I slumped down against the wall in the back corner.

“Wanna hit?” Jay asked.

I opened my mouth to speak, but my brother beat me too it.

“Don’t waste your good weed on them man. They wouldn’t even know the difference.”

Jay just shrugged, taking another hit. I tuned out the noise as I slumped back against the wall. This corner wasn’t too bad, at least the carpet was kinda soft. There were two queen beds, and it made sense the couples would get them. I just prayed they had the decency to not get all handsy in their cross faded stupor. I could ignore casual conversation, but Becky was a loud moaner, well she was loud all around. But if I had to over hear her shagging Jay one more time, I was going to pull a Van Gogh and cut off my ear. Fuck it, might even become a hermit too, it beat this bullshit.

We were interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Fran-“ my brother began.

“Already on it!” I snapped.

I shouldn’t of felt bad, he deserved it. But I hated when my overstimulation ruined the mood.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“Babe, just drop it.” Darla plead.

Had to say, this was the one time I was thankful she was pulling him in for a kiss. As long as it kept him quiet and attention off me. I opened the door to see a girl standing there. She was quiet pretty, and I liked her cowboy hat.

“Nice hat.” I said, before I could even stop myself.

She giggled.

“We’ll hey there cutie!” She smiled at me.

I couldn’t help but blush, no one had ever called me cute. Not even when I was a baby, my mother always said my brother was the cuter offspring. Something about me not looking right when I came out. She said my fucked up head showed on the outside. It seems I got distracted because she giggled again.

“You ok there sugar plum? You’re redder then a life guards nose.”

I was utterly embarrassed.

“People do often forget to put sunscreen on their noses.”

“You’re funny, I like you.” She said.

“Frances, who the fuck is at the door?”

I groaned. I saw a slight shift in her face, but I couldn’t discern it. I wasn’t all that good at reading people.

“Well I was just about to tell this sweet little thing here that all the restaurants in town are closed for the night. You met my brother down there at the station, and my Mama suggested I invite you folks over for some dinner. Ya must me starving after all the driving.”

She gave a dazzling smile.

“Oh, that’s kind of you.” Darla commented, trying to decline in a polite way. “But I think we’re alright.”

“Ya sure, Mama’s awful excited to have some guest. We don’t get many visitors round here. It be no trouble at all.”

But she wasn’t talking to Darla, she was looking right at Jay. I rolled my eyes slightly when I watched his fall down to her chest and move back up to her eyes.

“I could eat!” He said.

“Better than these chips.” Becky agreed. “Besides this idiot been drinking all afternoon, don’t want to wake up in the middle of the night to him puking cause he went to be on an empty stomach.”

Darla showed some apprehension, but agreed none the less. “I guess I am sort of hungry, babe?”

“Hope your brother has better table manners than he does customer service skills.”

“Then it’s settled, you folks follow me.” She said.

“I don’t believe we got your name, I’m Jason.” Jay shamelessly flirted.

I never understood how someone could do that right in front of the person they supposedly “loved.” But it seems that’s something I would never understand.

“You can call me Baby, Sugar, everyone in town does.”

The glare plastered on Becky’s face wasn’t surprising. I followed up the back, letting them handle the bulk of the small talk. Baby kept stealing glances at me and I couldn’t tell for the life of me why. I just kept my gaze on my shoes. The house was just as run down as the store, if not more. But it had good bones. Must have been made sometimes in the late 1800’s by the looks of it. A little paint and it would be good as new.

It smelled nice when we entered, whatever Baby’s mom was cooking smelt lovely. I relaxed a little, glad to be back out of the Texas heat. As I leaned against the door frame, I sent another smile smile to the man from the store. It was actually kind of nice to see him again. I sat down next to Baby as dinner was served.

A smile smile graced my face as I listened in to the dinner talk. Everyone was actually being pleasant for once. And our hosts accents were smooth and buttery. It felt homey, well, more like the opposite of home. And I guess that’s what I liked about it. I noticed they took a liking to pet names, throwing them out every other sentence. My head grew a little heavy, but I suppose it was getting kind of late. Suddenly Jay collapsed into his food. I starred at him bewildered.

I mean I head of people passing out after smoking too much weed, but that seemed dramatic. I once realised that wasn’t what was happening when the others looked as confused as I was. No, not confused, sacred. Becky looked horrified. But more importantly my brother looked livid. I couldn’t even comprehend half the things he shouted at me. I watched helplessly as one by one his friends fell, but he was too focused screaming at me to care. I was seconds away from having a meltdown but I tied my best to stifle it. I could feel my brain slipping away into dissociation.

As if to answer my silent prayers, the man from the gas station smashed a bottle over his head. I couldn’t stop the trembling before it started. I was so confused and upset and nothing made sense right now. And I could feel all eyes in the room on me. Baby said something to break the silence but I couldn’t really comprehend it fully.

My medicine? What did they give me? My brain felt sluggish and slow, but I couldn’t help by lean into her warm touch. It was so gentle, unlike anything I’d ever known. Despite my best efforts my eyes closed and all the sounds faded away.

I woke up in a bed. The events of last night came rushing back to me and I shot up. I was still wearing yesterdays clothes. I threw the blanket off to see my shoes were still on. I took stock of myself, I didn’t notice any new scrapes or busies. I wasn’t bleeding, I didn’t wake up in an ice bath with my kidney missing. So things could certainly be worse. I crept my way over to the door and tried the handle, but it was locked.

Of course it was locked, idiot. Everyone was just drugged by a bunch of strangers. But why? I wasn’t hurt, but perhaps it was foolish to assume the others were as fortunate. I heard footsteps from down the hall and ran back to the bed, throwing the blanket over my head and slowing my breathing. I’d done it thousands of times before, when I didn’t want my mother to know I’d stayed up passed my bed time. I heard the click of a door opening.

“Aww, they’re still sleeping Otis, look.” Baby whispered.

All I could hear was a grunt in response from the man who was supposedly Otis.

“It should have warn off by now.” He said.

“Maybe they’re just tired, poor thing looked like they hadn’t slept in days. Their eye bags made them look like a racoon.” She giggled.

“Baby, what are you doin?” He asked.

“I wanna play with my new friend Otis, stop being such a cocksucker.” She hissed.

I felt the bed dip and then a hand on my shoulder, shaking me ‘awake’. I decided it was best to play along and slowly opened my eyes, feigning a small young.

“Good morning sleepy head!” She greeted cheerfully.

“Cool it with the volume Baby, christ they just woke up. People don’t want to deal with you barbie personality first thing in the morning.” He jabbed at her.

“It’s ok.” I said softly.

She glared at him almost as if to say “you see, it’s fine.”

“How ya feelin? Sorry things got a little… intense, last night.” She said.

A little intense, what at odd way to recount last nights events. I decided I didn’t want to beat around the bush.

“Did you- did you kill them?” I asked.

Otis stiffened at this, uncrossing his arms from his chest and almost instinctively moving to block the door. Like he’d done it a thousand times before.

“Sure did Puppy! Your little friends weren’t so friendly.”

“They weren’t my friends.” I corrected.

She raised her eyebrow at me.

“You called them my friends, they were my brothers friends.”

“Oh, so then that piece of shit is your brother.” Otis said.

“Is? Not was…”

“You got a brain on you kid, yeah, fuckers still alive. Much to my distaste.”

“How come?” I asked curiously.

The two shared a look between them. What, did I say something wrong? I was always saying the wrong thing at the wrong time and getting in trouble for it. I mentally prepared myself to be scolded.

“You know, I give Otis here shit all the time, but brothers ain’t supposed to be like that.” Baby said.

“They aren’t?”

I looked to Otis to see him frown and shake his head.

“He like that all the time?” He asked me.

I nodded. “He was actually on his best behaviour yesterday. He nice in front of people.”

“Nice?” He scoffed. “Your brother wouldn’t know nice if it bit him in the dick!”

I giggled a little at that. I liked Otis, he was funny.

“You think that’s funny?” He asked.

Baby was smiling at me and I couldn’t help but blush again. It was odd to have so much positive attention on me.

“It’s a little funny” I admitted shamefully.

Otis dropped his guard a little, moving closer to the bed.

“Are you going to kill me?” I asked sadly.

I mean I suppose if anyone was to do it, I’d want it to be them. They were so nice, maybe they would make it quick. Suddenly Baby’s hands were on my face, gripping my cheeks.

“Don’t you ever say something like that again! Of course not you sweet baby. Why would anybody ever what to hurt a cute little thing like you?” She said.

Her tone was sweet, but her hands were forceful. I could tell I upset her and I wanted to cry. I really didn’t mean to.

“I’m sorry, I always fuck these things up, my brother was right.” I said.

Otis sat on the other side of me on the bed.

“Nothing out of that gutter trashes mouth is right, ya hear? The fuck did he tell you?” He sounded angry too.

I held back my tears, starring forward at the wall, afraid if I blinked they’d finally fall.

“He and Mother always said no one would ever love me because I’m Autistic. I make everyone uncomfortable and I do things that aren’t right. I don’t understand a lot of things, and it’s really hard. But I promise I’m trying.” I said.

Their silence was the loudest thing I ever heard. It made my skin crawl and my ears hot. I just wanted them to say something, anything. Even if it was just them changing their minds. I get it, I’d just be a burden anyways. I jumped slightly when Baby touched me, expecting her to grab my arm harshly. But instead she just pulled back and sighed.

“I’m going to fucking kill that shit for brains.” She muttered.

“Look, kid-“ Otis started.

I turned to him, giving aggressive eye contact. I didn’t mean to, I just didn’t know where else to look right now. I watched him tense and internally cringed. Great job proving your point dumb ass.

“Your brothers an idiot. Shit, I’m pretty sure Baby here has what your fancy city doctors call ADHD-“

“Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder?” I asked, my interest piqued.

“Was that even English?” He asked.

“Yes.” I said, confused.

“That was a joke- I. Point is, seems to me like your plenty lovable. Shit, ya got me over here feeling bad and shit. And that ain’t easy. We’re not gonna let anyone hurt ya Kid. Fuck, we need a name for ya!” He groaned in frustration.

“How bout Blinky?” Baby pipped up, her chipper mood returning.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“Cause they don’t blink. Think I’ve only seen em blink twice since they opened those pretty little eyes.” She giggled.

“Oh, sorry.” I said.

A few tears finally fell when I closed my eyes and I groaned. I hated crying, my tears were always hot and they burned my skin. I frustratedly wiped them away with my sweater sleeve.

“Aww shit Sugar, don’t cry.” Baby said.

“I’m not, they just do that sometimes.” I said.

She giggled once more. Apparently a noise she made quite frequently. But her laugh wasn’t annoying like Becky’s, so I didn’t mind all that much.

“I- I like Blinky.” I said seriously, giving her a small smile.

“Then it’s settled! Spaulding already agreed you could stay. Course, he said I gotta take care of you. But I’m so excited to have a little sibling finally! We’re gonna have so much fun together Blinky Firefly!!” She squealed.

She pulled me into a tight hug, and I stiffened.

“Alright, release them you python.” Otis joked, “don’t think they can breath.”

“Oops.”

“Welcome to the family Blinky. Not sure I can say the same for your blood, he’ll be gone by morning you just say the word.” Otis offered.

“I think I’d like that, yes.” I answered honestly.

“You’ll fit in just fine here.” He said, ruffling my hair before leaving the room.

“Go easy on em Baby, don’t want to scare em away.”

He made his leave. She grabbed my hand and started dragging me to the door.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Can’t be a Firefly looking that that, let’s get you cleaned up.”

I certainly had a lot of change to get used to. But somehow it didn’t seem so scary. I think I’ll like it here.

An: Not sure if Texas specially fallows the gas rule, but for the purposes of the story we’re going to not fact check me on that, lol 😂 Also, I want to make it very clear that I don’t think any of these things about Autistic people. These are just things I’ve heard as an autistic person.

#house of 1000 corpses #captain spalding #baby firefly #otis driftwood #mama firefly #rob zombie #blinky #Blinky firefly #self insert #autistic oc

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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Hello! I was wondering if I could get a Buffy the vampire slayer, dc (I’d love a Batfam or like within gotham ship) and marvel (I noticed daredevil characters on your masterlist could I get one from those shows) matchup? My pronouns are she/her and I’m bisexual.

Personality: I originally come off as quiet, and aloof. It can seem standoffish but I don’t mean it too I just don’t trust very easily and am uncomfortable with strangers/new environments. I am my best when I am by myself or with my closest friends. With my closest friends I’m quite open, fun and talkative especially when talking abt things that interest me. Im quite the good listener as well when it comes to my more extroverted friends. Im also introverted, imaginative, creative, individualistic, reserved, structured and picky in my own way, all sprinkled with a little bit of sarcastic humor.

Hobbies: Digital Art is probably my biggest hobby. If I could I would spend all day at home with my trusty tablet and stylus drawing with an audiobook of my favorite novel/tv show running in the background. I also love gaming and creating video games! Apart from art I absolutely love working out. I kickbox and weight lift most days of the week. Lastly I love spending time at comic book stores and coffee shops.

Interests: I work in the digital media arts and love creative coding, interaction design, and computer graphics. I think my favorite thing is that combination between the artistic and the technological.

Love language: this one is definitely acts of service.

Thank you!

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋

Thank you so so much for participating! Btw you sound literally cool asf, like I would lOVE to hear more about your kickboxing and art !!!

What each ship has in common:

⋆ Sarcastic ⋆ Charming ⋆ Leader ⋆ Loyal ⋆ Brave

𝐁𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Angel! Okay, so hear me out. I actually didn’t like Angel in the Buffy series, but I’ve started watching his show and DUDE! He’s actually a pretty cool dude.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Meeting through his travels. You actually decided to go and see LA and he realised that he knew you.

・Very stable relationship; I think he would love that you did kickboxing and that could’ve been a part of why

・Grinning when he comes home and you’re listening to an audiobook and drawing. He feels so lucky to have someone who likes being home as much as he does

・He would protect you with his life man, absolutely adores your very being and wants you to feel safe with him

・He is literally THE KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR BRO, like the blue print. He doesn’t expect you to do things for his benefit, nEVER manipulates anyone, and wants everyone safe and happy

・Literally living your best life with him

・Drawing his portrait secretly and when it’s done you show him as a gift. He LOVES IT SO GODDAMN MUCH

𝐃𝐂

I actually fancast Rihanna as Ivy, but there aren’t any gifs that reflect that vibe/aesthetic so I’m just gonna go with the animated one!

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Poison Ivy!!! She’s so suave, but also passionate about those she cares about. Her great love is plants, and from what we see, she will give her heart and soul for what she believes in.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・You guys so started off interacting with sarcastic comments and witty conversation.

・She would leave lipstick kisses on your mirror, clothes, cheek etc.

・I actually think your creativity would aid her in her schemes

・Slow dancing <3 Playing with each other’s hands <3

・OH GOD SHE LOVES IT WHEN YOU PLAY WITH HER HAIR, like twirl it around your fingers, braid it, brush it!!!

・She gives you this cheeky grin that absolutely drives you crazy

・Talking her out of world-ending plans

・Being friends with Harley Quinn and Selina <3

・Learning how to make vegan food for her

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Matt Murdock! I think he would be such a lovely significant other! Can you imagine how sweet, how caring he would be? Your creative and imaginative traits would really intrigue him (I mean he is a lawyer after all...)

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・I think you guys would meet because you actually needed legal advice. Nothing major; maybe you were ticketed or speeding or it was a mistake that policeman didn’t want to own up to.

・Either way, you nearly instantly formed a crush on Matt. I mean who wouldn’t? He’s handsome, kind, intuitive, empathetic, determined. He’s just so easy to like.

・He would definitely come to you when he’s hurt/injured and needs patching up.

“Matt go to a hospital! I have no formal medical training...” you had mumbled, trying your best to sew the deep gash on his upper arm.

“I can’t walk in like this. They’ll know who I am, what I do!” He grunted, eyes still covered my his mask.

・Hand holding!

・Making each other tea or coffee in the morning!!

・Cheek, neck, forehead kisses!!!

・ He loves how you get along so well with Foggy and Karen. (I literally love Karen?? Idk why she got so much hate?)

・Reading to Matt; I reckon his favourite book would be from Jane Austen???

#ship game #let me ship you

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ohtobeleah · 2 years

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Roughing It // Sebastian Stan x Chris Evans

Summary: Sebastian begs you, his and Chris’s best friend to go camping, but not for the innocent reasons you might think. A simple camping trip turns into something much more unholy.

Warnings: Smut, 18+ graphic content not suitable for people under the age of 18+.

Word Count: 3.5k

Author Note: A rewrite of a fic I wrote for another fandom a few years ago. Nothing I’d consider too seriously written— just so smutty fun to get you guys going.

Curled up on Sebastian’s lounge, you settled on a comfort movie—Captain America, The Winter Soldier. Your clammy hand caressing the TV remote as you pressed play, the title sending chills through your body as you watched both Sebastian and Chris appear on the large crisp screen. To say you were nervous was an understatement, you couldn’t help but feel your heart rate escalate as you watched on, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to distract yourself with the two men you’d just had the roughest sex in your life with, no pun intended.

It all happened so fast, you couldn’t remember exactly how it started but the one thing you knew for sure was that Sebastian was the one who imitated it.

“God! Clarie! you complain more than Chris does, could you stop for maybe, like five minutes before I physically make you myself?” Sebastian huffed as he played with the fire, poking at it with a stick as he watched the members fly into the dark sky. You scoffed, cleaning the bowls from the delightful dinner of canned soup and vegetables.

“Bite my fucking ass, Seb, you couldn’t shut me up even if you wanted to, besides, maybe if you didn’t try to feed me cold inedible canned soup for dinner I wouldn’t be in such a pissy mood!”

“You haven’t stopped the entire day!” Sebastian felt his emotions running rampant after an exhausting day or setting up for the trip the three of you had been planning for weeks. Aligning your work commitments to spend a few days in the wilderness, off the grid and away from prying eyes. Pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger, Sebastian couldn’t help but to raise his voice at you, standing up from his seat by the fire as he marched over to where you were washing the used pots and pans out “I’ve got a fucking headache from your incessant complaining.” Seething, Sebastian towered over you from behind. His cascading build blocking the soft light of the moon. Watching as you shrugged him off with a simple eye roll.

“Then fucking leave me alone then!? God, it’s like you didn’t beg me to come with you guys even though you damn well know I hate everything! associated with camping, it's like you wanted me to fucking bitch and moan your ear off? You shou…” before you could finish your sassy argument Sebastian's calloused hand wrapped around your jaw, covering your mouth as he pressed his chest against your back and held you securely against him by bringing his other arm around your waist. breathing heavily through your nose your eyes widened when you felt Sebastians hard on press against the small of your back, you couldn’t process what was happening fast enough.

“Maybe I needed an excuse to finally fuck that pretty mouth of yours, always find myself jerking off to the thought of your lips around me.” Sebastians warm breath fanned over your neck before his lips made soft contact against the juncture of your neck, a gentle kiss against your collarbone sent instant goosebumps over you like a title wave, a slight whimper escaping your lips and vibrating against Sebastian's hand.

“Yo Clarie, Seb? Try not to kill each other out there, please? And shut up I’m trying to sleep!” you heard Chris’s voice come from inside the small tent, already trying to go to sleep. Sebastian's hand instantly gripped around your mouth tighter.

“Don’t fuckin’ make a sound princess, we don’t want Chris finding you down on your knees in front of me now do you?” Sebastian questioned, he was waiting for your consent, if you wanted this as much as he did, he knew full well that if he took his hand away from you and you told him to fuck off, he would, but to his surprise, you never did. When Sebastian slowly but surely removed his hand from against your mouth – the first thing you did was nod, turning around to face Sebastian, you looked up at him through your eyelashes, drinking in the sight of him. Like a fine aged wine you couldn’t afford.

“How exactly were you planning to shut me up Stan?” biting your lip as your hands trailed up his body to wrap around the back of his neck. His eyes never left yours for a minute.

“Just thought I’d shove my dick down your throat” he laughed with a devilish smirk, completely serious yet joking at the same time. leaning in, you close the space between the two of you.

“Why’d you bring me out here? could’ve just asked me to suck you off in the comfort of your own bed?” you questioned, mirroring his actions by closing the gap, your lips now ghosting him as Sebastian smiled against you.

“Just” Sebastian paused, his arms wrapping around your waist. “Just didn’t wanna risk the neighbours putting in a noise complaint.” Giggling, you made the move to connect your lips against Sebastian’s. A heated, passion filled kiss had you both gripping at different parts of each other’s bodies as you walked back closer towards the tent, specifically the fallen tree in front of it.

Pushing Sebastian down, you dropped gracefully to your knees before him, already pulling at his sweats. Pulling them down his thick thighs to pool at his ankles, you noticed Sebastian wasn’t wearing any briefs. With a slight chuckle, you gripped his hardened length in your right hand, pumping his shaft a few times as you spoke. Slowly.

“Going commando something you do regularly Seb?” you teased before taking his tip in your mouth, rolling your tongue gently over his pink tip. The colour of his lips. Sensitive and begging for attention.

“N-nah, just somethin’, oh my god!” Sebastian moaned, too caught up in the pleasure you were giving him as you took him deeper down your throat, inch by inch, so far down your tiny throat, his manscaped pubic hair tickled the tip of your nose. “Clarie, fuckin’ Christ, where did you learn how t-to do t-this?” his voice was raspy and heavy as he tried to control his breathing. His hand making a makeshift ponytail with your hair as you bobbed up and down, gagging softly around his cock as it twitched and leaked pre-cum in your mouth. Watery eyes peering up at him. Pure heaven.

You took Sebastian's saliva coated cock from your mouth and pumped him with your hand, taking both his balls in your mouth softly, gliding your tongue gently over the sensitive skin.

“Fuck, f-uhh! Yess—Clarie, oh my god '' Sebastian wasn’t being discreet at all, his moans filling the campground and echoing off the mountains as you jerked his thick throbbing cock and sucked so delicately on his balls. In hindsight, it wasn’t the smartest idea to give Sebastian head right in front of the tent you both planned on sharing with Chris. It was needless to say—you’d fucked up.

As you went back to take Sebastian entire cock down your throat, you closed your eyes as they watered. Never stopping for a moment to see the familiar silhouette of Chris standing just behind Sebastian, watching on as his best friend gave some of the sloppiest head to his other best friend he’d ever seen.

The second Sebastian saw Chris, he tried shooing him off, mouthing “go away!” as he tried to hold his orgasm back.

“Uhh! Fuck Clarie, k-keep doin’ that and I’m going to cum down t-that pretty throat of yours” Sebastian confessed, his hand helping to guide your head down his shaft as you gaged and hummed around him. Chris’s eyes widened as he made himself scarce, shocked at the sight he just saw.

“That’s the point Seb, don’t hold back, flood my throat.” You looked up through your lashes, looked up to see Sebastian's flushed face as his mouth fell open into an O shape, his eyes trained on you as you went back to furiously sucking his cock, hard and fast, other hand fondling his balls, squeezing them slightly as his orgasm approached.

“Fuck! Shit, ahhh- Clarie m’cumming, fuck, fuck oh!” Sebastians orgasm washed over him. The pool at the base of his shaft he could feel building, ready to explode, shot deep down your throat in hot spirits as his cock twitched in your mouth. Sebastians entire body stilling as he fell victim to his orgasm, the intense wave of pleasure taking over him as he let out a prolonged moan. All consuming.

“Holy fuck.” Sebastian sighed heavily, catching his breath finally after coming down from his high, watching you swallow his entire load, licking his tip making sure nothing was left behind, that nothing was wasted.

“Did that live up to all those naughty thoughts?” you questioned as you sat back on your heels, watching as Sebastian pulled his sweatpants back up his tattooed legs.

“Oh” he exclaimed, a smile wide on his crimson face as his free hand worked to push back his slightly damp hair. “that exceeded everything I ever thought it would be like.” You nodded, proud of your efforts as you rose to your feet, standing between his legs as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“Hope it doesn’t change anything between us?” you asked softly, leaning over to plant your lips against his, the slight taste of his cum still evident and present on your swollen lips. Tasting himself for the first time, Sebastian didn’t quite mind.

“That won’t change anything” he whispered into your open mouth, his forehead resting on yours as you maneuvered yourself down to straddle his waist. “But once I watch you suck Chris off while I fuck that tight cunt I know you’ve got might be a different story.” Before you could answer, you heard what sounded like Sebastian's metal water bottle falling to the ground from inside the tent.

“what!?” Chris shouted as you did the same, only softer yet just as confused.

“C’mon princess,” Sebastian smirked as he placed some on your freely flowing hair behind your ear. “Chris saw what you just did and I know he has the same twisted thoughts as me, s’not fair now is it?”

“I g-guess not” you answered before kissing Sebastian once more, your tongue dancing with his gracefully. Sebastian picked you up as you straddle his waist and walked over to the small two-man tent, dropping you to your feet at the door.

“Chris, man you have a total of five seconds to open this door before I change my mind on sharing.” As Sebastian spoke through the tent door, you began taking your jumper off, exposing your bare chest to him, his jaw hanging open when he noticed your perky tits.

“ooh fuck.” His voice low and full of lust. “maybe I shouldn’t be so keen on sharing you.” his hand coming to grip your right nipple between his index finger and thumb as Chris opened the door, already naked and hard as ever. a slight wince leaving your lips from the sudden pinch.

“I uh” Chris stuttered “I was already jerking off after I saw you take Sebastian balls deep in your throat.” Rubbing his hand through the back of his hair, cock hard against his lower abdomen as he crouched awkwardly.

Sebastian pulled hard against your nipple, making you walk closer to him before shoving you gently into the tent, a sinful smile upon your face as Chris automatically stumbled back, welcoming you into the tiny room.

“s’okay, Chris, I promise I won't bite unless you want me to” you teased, dropping to your knees while Chris worked quickly to lay down on his back, hands resting behind his head.

“I can't believe were fuckin’ doing this? This is crazy we shouldn’t I mean, c’mon Sebastian it's Clarie for fuck sake, she’s our be…. Oh holy shit” before Chris could finish his sudden opposition to the idea of the threesome, your hand wrapped tightly around the base of this shaft as your tongue ran up the thick vein that ran up his entire length. Your lips wrapped around his pink sensitive, pre-cum covered tip before you sunk lower and lower, taking every inch of his thick cock in your mouth.

Chris' tip was slightly darker than Sebastians, you didn’t need much time at all for your throat to adjust to the foreign object making its presence known in the back of your throat over and over again due to you just having just finished sucking the life from Sebastian.

You got to work in no time, gagging and roughly sucking up and down Chris’ entire shaft, watching through hooded eyes as Chris moaned and groaned uncontrollably from the pleasure he was receiving. You were between his legs as he reached out for your head, guiding you down his length. You felt Sebastian's hands come to the waistband of your sweatpants, pulling them down as your mouth continued to bob up and down on Chris’s cock.

“huh?'' Sebastian scoffed as he bit hard on his bottom lip. “Going commando something you do regularly, Clarie?” he teased, his hands sliding up and over your peachy ass as it stuck up in the air, ready for his length to slide in your drenched cunt. Smiling around Chris’s cock you gaged slightly. Pumping Chris’s shaft with your hand as you went to answer Sebastian, feeling his tip gliding over your dripping lips from behind.

“Nah, just something—“ you began to mimic before you felt Sebastian push himself between your slick folds. Thrusting his thick cock inside you, slowly, he stretched your tight pussy out so much so it almost stung. “ahhh fuck!” you cried around Chris’s cock now balls deep down your throat. It was a position you never thought you’d find yourself in. Sucking Chris’s cock while Sebastian took you from behind, taking both your boys at the same time.

“You like this Clarie? like how we both fuck you?“ Sebastian asked as he bottomed out inside your tight cunt, feeling you clench around the bottom of his cock, tip pressed against your cervix. Chris roughly pulling you up by your hair, watching as spit trailed from your bottom lip to his swollen tip. With a needy gasp, you looked up at him.

“Answer the question Clarie, do you like the way we both fuck you?” Chris’s voice had turned into a low deep growl, his eyes dark and full of lust unlike moments ago when he almost backed out, unsure of the decision he made to fuck his best friend. As Sebastian's hands gripped your hips and began to thrust faster in and out of you, you moaned.

“Uh, uh huh, l-love the way y-you both feel ohh—god Sebastian your so big, fuck me—!” hearing you moan how big his cock is, Sebastian began to fuck you harder, with more force. Chris forced your head back down onto his cock, both his hands guiding your head up and down using your hair.

“You weren’t fucking wrong man, her mouths so damn good.” Chris’s hips beginning to lift off the ground as he fucked your mouth. Stopping every few minutes to pull you off him just so he can look at how pretty your fucked face looked.

“W-wait till you feel her tight cunt, f-fuck so tight its almost hard to move.” Sebastian was relentlessly pounding into you, his balls slapping against you as he pulled you back to meet his every thrust.

“Seb! please m’gonna cum!” you cried, the coil within your stomach tightening every time his tip pressed against your cervix. Chris sat up, his hand flying to your mouth as he shoved three of his digits inside your mouth, opening your jaw wide before leaning in close to you.

“That’s it Claire, cum around Seb’s cock so I can fuck you harder, fuck you till you black out, fuck you till your begging for me to stop, wanna feel how tight your cunt is.”

“Chris, choke her when she cums!” Sebastian ordered, wrapping his hand around the front of you to rub his fingers over your sensitive bundle of nerves, an instantaneous quiver leaving your throat as his finger made contact, Chris never for a second removing his fingers from your mouth as his other hand wrapped tightly around your throat.

“Ahh! F-fuck, m’cumming!” you whimpered around Chris’s digits, your pussy clenching so tightly around Sebastian's slicked up cock.

“Ahh fuck Chris, man, holy fuck she’s like a vice!” Sebastian groaned as he fucked you hard through your high. “she’s creaming around my dick, fuck—”

Chris began to fuck your face with his fingers, making you gag on them as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, trembling as you came hard around Sebastians cock. Once he saw you coming down from your high, Chris removed his hand from around your throat, watching with wide eyes as you gasped heavily for air, tears running down your face. His fingers were next.

“Seb let me fuck her cunt man—“ Chris asked desperately, pumping his cock fast as he waited for Sebastian to pull out and share. He gripped your chin, squashing your lips together before spitting into your mouth, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb.

“Wanna ride my dick Claire?” Chris asked softly as you nodded with eagerness. Sebastian pulled out of you with a hard slap to your right ass cheek, causing you to let out a whine.

“Ah!” you hissed as the sting lingered well after Sebastians had removed his hand from your ass, crawling over Chris to straddle his waist, you maneuvered his length to a line up with your creaming entrance. Sebastian wasted no time in coming to stand above Chris, his cock throbbing, ready to explode yet again as he moved your hair to one side.

“Uhh fuck” you whined as you sunk onto Chris’s slightly thicker cock, his hands roaming your naked body as Sebastian pulled your mouth back onto his cock, needy for your mouth yet again.

“Holy fuck! Ah fuck, fuck, fuck, god you're so tight! So fuckin’ tight Clarie ride my dick, yes—!” Chris mumbled, continuously biting his bottom lip as he felt you bounce on his cock.

“Told you” Sebastian moaned from above, his hands holding onto both sides of your face as he bucked his hips softly into your throat, letting you do most of the work as he focused on chasing his second high of the night. “Slap her ass” and so Chris did, he slapped your ass over and over, harder every time you came down on his cock, the sting so deep you knew you’d have a reminder of the night the next morning.

“Fuck c-can I cum inside you? fuck please say yes?” Chris whimpered as you rode him, Sebastian taking his cock from your mouth before slapping it against your tongue.

“Answer him!” he hissed, so close to his seconded orgasm it was making his eyes water.

“Y-yes fuck, Chris! flood me, p-please!” you cried, completely exhausted and fucked out. Chris gripped at your hips before bending his knees, fucking up into you so hard and fast you fell forward into chris cock, deep throating him unexpectedly and bring him to his orgasm.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck!” Sebastian groaned, pulling his cock from your mouth and pulling your hair back, exposing your entire face in front of him as he pumped his throbbing cock in his hand, hot spurts of cum flying all over your fucked-out face.

Sebastians cum completely covered your face, a facial so thick it dripped down your chin and neck, slowly making its way to your perky tits.

“Oh god you look so fucking hot like that.” He confessed, running this thumb over your bottom lip to collect some of his cum before making you suck it off. Chris wasn’t far behind, never slowing his thrust for a second while Sebastian unloaded all over your face.

“m’cumming Chris! fuck d-don’t stop!” you cried aloud, voice breaking as you reached between Chris and yourself to rub your throbbing sensitive bud. “aaah- fuck yes!” you moaned as you came hard around Chris, squirting in the process.

“Yes! Yes! M’cumming I’m I, uhhh—“ Chris spilled his entire load into your tight cunt, creating a mixture of your cum and his as Sebastians dripped from your face down your chest.

“What— what just happened?” you all asked each other as both Sebastian and Chris cleaned you off, completely taken aback at the events that had just pasted.

——-

You didn’t know what part of the movie you fell deep into thought, reminiscing about the camping trip you took a week ago with your best friends but it was the sound of Sebastian’s voice that brought you out of it, only to realise you had been rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves the entire time, right there on his lounge. Hand sunk low into your sweats.

“And what do you think you doing?” he questioned, leaning against the wall, before sauntering over to you with a devilish smirk upon his face.

“I uh, I uh don’t” you stuttered, fumbling around as you sat up.

“Were you thinking about our camping trip?” Sebastian questioned as he slowly walked over, unbuckling his belt as you noticed the hard girth showing through his dress pants, having just come back from a meeting. So hard it looked painful. You looked down at Sebastians crotch for a little too long, then up, down then up, Sebastian’s eyes locked on you the entire time. Working to stand before you—his belt slipping around your neck as he tightened the loop. His hand guiding yours over his clothes cock—begging for your touch.

“Or was it just me?”

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saccharine-scribbles · 2 years

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ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ꜰɪᴛ | Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

aka I’m going to make my Din Djarin brainrot everyone else’s problem, the fanfic

warnings - dirty talk (i guess?), non-graphic smut (minors dni)

word count - 1.3k

(gif is mine, i was like FUCK i can’t find the gif i need, ill make it myself lmfao)

“Where's the Razor Crest?” Din asks, hands on his hips as Peli gleefully shows off what’s supposed to be your new ship. You try to imagine the pout on his face underneath the helmet.

The ship in question was awfully tiny, not to mention rather worn looking. The once yellow paint was cracked and faded with age - in fact, it looked so... Tatooine, what with the worn colors and sand damage. You wouldn’t be surprised if this ship was at least twenty years old (maybe more).

Peli scoffs. “I never said I had a Razor Crest. I said I had a replacement for a Razor Crest.”

Din huffs. “I don't have time for this.”

She raises a finger in protest. “Hang on a second. Do you have any idea what this is? This is an N-1 starfighter, handmade for the royal guard and commissioned personally by the Queen of Naboo.”

That certainly piqued your attention. You recalled hearing stories about how a single Nubian starfighter took down a Lucrehulk-class battleship. The ships were said to be incredibly agile and run well; they were particularly rare these days. A small part of you is fairly gleeful at the prospect of perhaps getting to fly an N-1.

“This is a pile of junk.” Din protests, bringing you out of your train of thought.

“Do you want your credits back?” Peli asks.

“Yes.”

“No skin off my dip-swap. Droids, bring this lovely man his money. Here you go. It's that easy. Sorry to waste your time. Okay?” Peli sighs. “While we're waiting, can I tell you a little something about this honey? I know she doesn't look like much, but you guys got here a lot earlier than I expected, and I didn't get a chance to finish. I mean, clearly, you can see I've got all the parts right here. Hmm? It all has a home.”

You wrap your arms around Din’s much larger arm and rest your head on his pauldron. The beskar feels soothingly cool on your cheek. “I’ve always wanted to fly one of these.” You say to Din quietly.

“We’ll hardly fit in there together,” he replies.

“I’d be willing to bet we can make it work.” You wink. “If we chose to keep it, of course. I still would rather ride this than public transit again.” you add, eyes pleading.

Din makes a quiet noise of protest. “I don’t know...”

Peli interrupts your hushed conversation as she walks around the ship, examining it critically. ‘You know how hard it is to find all original parts from way back in the Galactic Republic? I mean, these are all handmade. No droids. And not only that, what I'm gonna do, just because I like you two, is I'm gonna add on some custom modifications that'll make her faster than a fathier, and because this baby's pre-Empire, she's off the grid. And did I mention, she can jump into hyperspace with no docking ring? I mean, come on! You gotta see the potential.”

Well, you were certainly sold. You walk closer to the ship and run your fingers over the sand-covered metal admiringly.

Din, it seemed, was a less convinced, but you could tell he was softening on the idea.

“I'm telling you, Mando, you gotta believe me. This is a classic. Look, at least let me put her together before you decide. Can you give me that?”

“I think we’ll try it out,” You answer for him, knowing that he’d probably keep dragging his feet if left to his own devices. You, meanwhile, were already excited at the prospect.

Peli grins. “See, there you go. I’m glad at least one of you has common sense. Let’s get this baby up and goin'!” She grabs a wrench and begins disassembling a panel.

“...You know, it'd be a lot faster if you two helped.”

By the time the three of you finished fixing the ship, the first of the twin suns had set, and the second was on it’s way to setting.

“Think she's ready?” Din asks.

You can’t help but admire your team effort. The ship looks rather good, and with the buffed out paint, the smooth metal gleams beautifully.

“Ready as she'll ever be. Start her up.” Peli replies.

“Really?” You and Din both ask in unison.

“Yeah, start her up.”

You excitedly move to get into the ship. The seat certainly feels a lot smaller when there’s already someone else occupying it, but you’re nothing if not staunchly determined; especially after you just worked your ass off on this ship.

“You just need to--” you grunt, trying to position yourself between his legs. If he would just part his legs a little more, this would be a hell of a lot easier.

He huffs and grabs your hips. His large hands wrap around them snugly. “No, wait, just--”

You wiggle your legs, trying to not hit any important buttons on the dashboard. “Let me--” you finally manage to sit down in between his legs. He practically envelops you like this.

You can just barely hear his faint mutter of, “Kriff,”

You’re confused for a moment, before it dawns on you that your ass is firmly pressed against his cock. You can feel heat rush to your cheeks, a tiny shiver running up your spine at the mere thought.

Din reaches forward to start the engine. Much to both of your dismay, it sputters weakly. “It's not turning over.”

“Give it a little bit more juice.” Peli encourages.

You press a key button on the console whilst Din attempts to start the engine, and suddenly, it roars to life. The engine is so loud you can hardly hear yourself think.

“That's a lot of engine for a little ship.” Din says, impressed.

“Yeah, well, see what she can do!”

“Shouldn't we run a diagnostic first?” You question.

Peli waves a hand dismissively and yells over the roar of the engine, “Nah! I can hear her! She's purring! Send her up!“

After a brief test drive, (followed by being temporarily accosted by New Republic Officers and meeting with Fennec Shand once again) You and Din were now comfortably in lightspeed.

“This thing really does handle nicely,” You comment.

Din hums. His gloved hand is idly rubbing your thigh. You continue to enjoy the comforting hum of the ship, and the fact that you're pressed against your Mandalorian in the best of ways.

His hand slowly trails up until it’s resting just above your waistband. He begins stroking through your pants subtly, his touch far too gentle. His other hand is gently caressing your shoulder.

"Din," You breathe. “If you could just...”

His voice sounds somewhat amused, “Cyar'ika, do you need something?”

“Need you,” You murmur, trying to angle your hips upward. You need more.

“So impatient,” he chides gently in that same aroused, yet slightly amused voice. He continues to stroke you as your legs begin to quiver.

You nearly whimper whenever he lifts his hand briefly. He tugs off the leather glove before his hand is back; he trails his hand along the hem of your pants. His touch is so unbelievably close, prompting you to rub your ass against his semi-hard length. His head tilts back and you can just faintly hear his breath hitch slightly.

His fingers fumble with the button on your cargo pants. With surprising (though at this point, it really shouldn’t surprise you anymore) swiftness, before you can do a thing, he’s unbuttoned your pants and yanked them down.

You whisper, “I need you, Din. I need you inside me.”

To that, he has the audacity to tsk. “Cyar’ika, we have a long trip ahead of us.” he’s grasping at your thighs, teasing you. His voice drops slightly. “We’re not getting started until you come on my hand at least twice,”

You let out a moan at the prospect.

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birthday letter

-Toshi x f!reader-

This was a commission! The commissioner asked for a birthday letter from Toshinori. Because of his work, they haven't seen each other in a few weeks, so he sent a letter reminiscing about their relationship.

Warnings: it doesn't go into graphic detail, but there are some smutty themes in this

To my Darling,

Happy birthday! I truly hope it was as relaxing or celebratorious as you wanted it to be. You look great today. No, I don’t have to see you to say that. My heart tells me it’s true. Yes, I know that’s cheesy, but I couldn’t not write it. It’s just what you do to me.

How have you been feeling? My fingers are crossed for sunny days and joyous times. Life hasn’t been the easiest for anyone lately. I understand how tensions build, but I sincerely hope any stress and anxiety has calmed, even if by a little. You deserve a break, my love.

And before you wonder why I wrote a letter, I’m aware most would consider this to be an outdated form of communication. It’s quite inconvenient, and I’m already finding myself struggling to make the ‘perfect’ sentence. Please excuse any scribbles you find in this. I’ve already run this poor notebook bare with mistake after mistake. I’d rather not fill up the trash can with any more wasted paper.

I feel terrible that I couldn't make it home for your birthday. I saw an article about hand-written love letters. It was undoubtedly for teenagers given its rather odd wording (I learned the word ‘thot’ today), but it still gave me this idea. Hopefully, it’ll make you smile more than a simple text would! I also feel it’s a better means of expressing my love. Let us see if my execution is special and intimate like the article suggested.

I’ve been okay. Work has been demanding from all sides. As a result, my free time has been slim. I’m sure you’ve noticed my lack of calls and texts. Just know, even if I don’t text you ‘good morning’ or ‘good night’, I’m still thinking it. You’re always on my mind. As much as I love my job and everything it entails, I wish it didn’t steal me away from you so.

I passed some stunning gladiolus on my walk home. They were reddish-pink with white and apricot tones, and their scent was like a rose’s. Oh, Sweetheart, you would have loved them. I wish I could have saved them for you, but I knew our next time together was too far away. I couldn’t buy them just to watch them die.

I’m unsure as to why, but they really got me thinking of our dinner at ‘la Lanterne de Vanille’. You loved the peach-colored roses that decorated the tables. Goodness and the dress you wore that evening was divine. I had a difficult time focusing on anything else. Except, I can recall that one man that sat behind you. He kept staring. I never mentioned him before as to not spoil the mood, and I don’t like the feelings of jealousy. I know they’re natural, but I tried to ignore them, especially since I was the one that you allowed to take you home, kiss and caress and undress you slowly, and hold you in my arms as we fell asleep.

Some days, I feel it’s impossible to love you more than I did before. Yet it keeps happening. I love you so much, Darling. I miss you. I can’t wait to fly home.

The apartment here is so quiet without you. I know that's another cliché sentiment, but that doesn't mean it isn't true. As I grew up, I got so used to living alone, and now, I've gotten so used to living with you, it's quite lonely whenever we're apart like this. I miss our showers. The hot water rendered me weak, worsened by your back rubs and comfy hugs. I miss your songs. I miss the sweet smiles you'd give me, looking away when I caught you singing to the plants. It makes me wonder how loud you sing when alone. Either way, I’m positive they appreciate your tunes as well.

All I know is I want to see you as soon as possible. I just don't know when that'll be. My schedule is calming down, so hopefully, I should make it back to you within the oncoming weeks. I want to be with you for the holidays. While their meanings and purposes differ for everyone, to me, being with those you love is the most important.

That article suggested burning a candle can help set the mood for writing a letter. I chose that ‘Love and Amber’ candle you love so much. Part of me feels it's a waste to burn without you here, especially with it almost being gone. The other part appreciates it more than my words could ever describe. It reminds me of all our nights together, filled with passion and lovemaking, and I could focus on your utterly alluring body, nothing else, and your gorgeous brown eyes shining in the candlelight, your smiles and laughs, all the marks you're insecure about, your skin, and your stomach I love to kiss.

Our first night together always remains in my mind. Not to get too corny and mushy, because I know how much you love it when I do, I remember trembling with nerves the first time I saw your body, so much so you had to help me with your bra. My cheeks are hot just thinking about it again. You were just so beautiful — so soft and sensual. Your lips were like butterflies on my skin. Your fingers touched me, my scar, as if it wasn’t my ugliest part. You made me feel like it wasn’t. Your warmth and nails on my back were heavenly. It’d been so long since someone held me tenderly. The more I felt and kissed you, the longer I held you tight, keeping you gently and snugly against the bed because nothing else mattered, and the deeper I pushed, the higher my heart soared. You’re the last person I want to see me like that. I genuinely don’t believe I could make love to another like I’ve made love with you.

My gosh, I don’t know if my writing is portraying it as explicitly as I’m thinking it, but if I keep going on like this, I might need to take a break. It seems my body has missed you more than I previously thought. I’ve gained a bit of momentum writing, though, and I don’t want to lose it.

Frankly, these long weeks we’re separated test my resolve and ambitions. (I was going to say ‘love’ instead, but that’d be a mistake. No distance could test my love for you. That I am doubtless about.) It’s when I start missing you this badly that I find myself thinking the way I used to: that I didn’t and don’t deserve you. It isn’t one thing I think like that about. It’s an entire laundry list. But hearing your voice on the phone and getting to see your smile in those adorable photos you send me dispels those fears. They always have. It’s your passion and humanity and honesty and devotion and sensuality. I probably shouldn’t list everything. That’d make this letter far too long. Just know that if I was a sailor out at sea, you’d be exactly what a siren song would make me envision.

These times away simply reaffirm my feelings about you and make our reunion that much grander. I have a few small plans in mind. Some are a bit too embarrassing. My hand is refusing to write them. Regardless, I’m certain you can imagine one or two of them. One of your presents goes along with this, too. I’m still amazed that I managed to go to a store to buy it, instead of ordering it online. I guess my desire to pleasure you and hear your sultry moans is more powerful than my bashfulness. Sweetheart, I don’t know how you do it. You still surprise me eight thousand eight hundred kilometers away. It’s a wonder.

Have you any ideas about what you’d like to do once I get back? It’s a little difficult thinking of excursions in a different country. A movie and dinner out is always a classic. I’ll treat you to whatever you want, always. A wine tasting tour would be fun. I can’t drink, but walking those picturesque vineyards and watching you sample all the wine to your heart’s content would be quite the day, I’ll admit.

If you’re feeling something more exhilarating, maybe we could try an escape room or ghost tour? Those are supposed to be rather fun. I assume for different reasons, though. I remember our last ghost tour, at that old haunted maze, was definitely exciting. My heart took quite the beating. Whatever you’re thinking, I’ll indulge.

A notable, candid friend of mine said he thought I spoil you, but I don’t agree with him. I simply like to pander, pamper, and please you. I think it makes sense given how much I love you. Besides, I’d never spend the money for myself, so I might as well spend it on you, Darling. You deserve the fun and comfort.

This letter is getting longer than I thought it would. By the ninth paragraph, I was enjoying myself a bit, and I just know I’ve had a goofy smile on my face this entire time. I can't really complain about that. It always happens when I think about you too much. Although, I don’t think one could think about their lover ‘too much.’ I’d argue it’s healthy for the heart and soul. I might do this more often. I’ve enjoyed my time writing, reminiscing about our time together.

For now, I’ll say goodbye. I hope you have a good night. Fall asleep knowing how I miss you, your body, your songs, and cute clothes. I have my memories to tide me over. I look forward to seeing you soon, finally enacting on all these gathered thoughts and feelings. And I look forward to loving my best friend for the rest of my life.

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