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milequaritchsslut · 11 months

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Yandere Miguel

Request: I’d love a yandere Miguel where the reader becomes paralyzed after he bites her?!?! He bites her whenever she tries to escape?!?!

Warnings: slapping, paralyzation, biting, falling, spitting, yelling, swearing, kidnapping, tying hands and legs, tainted reality, yandere, holding you hostage, abuse

'Where the fuck do you think your going?' He hissed, storming off to your direction. He didn't know exactly how you got out of your restraints but that didn't matter right now. All that mattered was to get your ass right back where you belonged, and that was with him. Just the two of you, alone in his home where he could do what he wants to you. Because frankly you were his, his property. He gets to do what he wants to what's his, so tying you up and paralyzing you didn't seem inhumane or insane to him in the slightest.

You backed away as you saw him rushing in your direction. Your heart rate picked up almost right away as you let out a small gasp, stumbling back onto your feet and eyes filling with anguish and fear. You turned away immediately and ran down the hall and to the door. He ran after you, yelling obscenities at you, telling you to come back and whatnot. You were too distracted to even listen to him, quickly your hands found their way to the locks on the door. There was a chain, 2 rectangular locks, and a lock on the knob.

‘Get over here Now’ he hissed out as he stalked over to you, a look of pure insanity and hatred filling is face as he watched you unlock the door.

‘No!’ You shouted, hands shaky and tired from the amount of time it took you to rip your restraints off. You finally got done with the last lock, the second you stepped out of the door a pair of fangs sunk into your neck. Your eyes widened as fear and realization hit you like a freight train, you looked down at your trembling—sweaty palms and then behind you. To find your captor staring down at you with an evil glint in his eyes. He looked absolutely insane, he had really gone off the rails at this point. Almost instantly your frail knees collapsed and your body became numb.

He caught you immediately, petting your head as he chuckled. ‘You thought you could get away from the love of your life?’ He asked teasingly as he threw you over his shoulder and walked back down to the basement. Tears streamed down your face as you sobbed into his shoulder, sorrow and failure filling your eyes before he kissed your forehead and placed you down on the basement ground and against the cold wall.

‘Ya know how much I love you right? I’m only doing this because I love you Mami’ he cooed lovingly, was it love though? He told himself it was, saying he knew what was best for the two of you. He loved you to the ends of the earth, the thought of losing you tore him to bits. So he never let you leave—and he made sure of it. He had cameras placed in every room and every corner, so when he did let you roam around the house freely he could see where you were at all times. He talked to you as he pulled out a thick rope and handcuffs from a large box, there were a variety of different ropes, gags, handcuffs, ties, tasers, and anything else that could make you stay put buried deep into that dusty black chest.

‘You do not love me?!’ you shouted back, looking at him with absolute disgust and hatred.

‘The fuck did you just say to me?’ He hissed back at you, turning to look down at you. He walked to you and crouched to your level, he frowned at you. ‘Why are you so disobedient today?’ He asked obviously annoyed, his eyes lit up as you spit on his shoe and yelled at him. Before you could even blink his hand slapped across your cheek, your face turning the other way from the blow. A red mark appeared on your face, a mark from his large hand.

‘Say that again I dare you’ he warned, grabbing your hands forcefully and placing the handcuffs around them, he cuffed them tightly and hard. Making sure there would be marks left, reminding you of where you stood with him. You stayed like that, in absolute shock—face turned to the side from his hit. He had never hit you before, you didn’t think he had it in him.

‘That’s what I thought’ he chuckled out as he tied a large rope around your hands for safe measure, he then grabbed your legs and tied them tightly together with a thinner—but sturdy rope. After awhile he turned your head to look up at him, a smirk plastered across his face at your helplessness.

‘If you ever try that again—I will not hesitate to do worse’ that was a promise, he wasn’t scared of hurting you. If hurting you meant you stayed with him, he’d do it in a heartbeat. As long as you were by his side, he was content.

‘I love you mami’

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romanoffsbish · 8 months

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A Master Lesson in Patience

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!R

Request | Natasha’s plans to spend her morning wrapped up with you are interrupted, but truth be told, that only made the climax sweeter | WC: 1,536

Warnings: Subby brain wave - Needy R.

"I'm gonna stop if you don't cum," Natasha smirked at the desperation in your eyes. It wasn't fair, but she wanted to test your trust in her, but really she was testing your patience.

The redhead had no intention to leave you in an unsatisfied state. Actually, she'd had no original plan to leave at all. It was her day off and she was spending it on the self care she was encouraged to take by a relaxed Fury.

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Pleasuring you endlessly was the most euphoric thing she could do. It always made her feel better after a long day, coming home to you and a home cooked meal never get old. Especially not when she kept the spark alive by eating you out on the same table for dessert.

Today though she chose to wake you up with a mind blowing display of head, she had your legs trembling before your eyes even opened. You woke up to the sound of your own moans, involuntarily leaving your throat as she gave your cunt the tongue lashing of a life time.

Then she pulled away abruptly, your hips thrashed of their own accord and you cried. Natasha shushed you with her thumb in your mouth as she'd answered the work call, your tongue swirled over the coarse tip, slightly tasting your essence as she spoke on the phone.

You were oddly content to have this break, it gave you time to wake up so you could enjoy the glorious moment with more of a conscious build up. Her voice was jumbled, like when you watch a cartoon and the adult's conversations are unintelligible. The kids didn't get it, and neither do you, as she was blurred above you.

"... I was in the middle of something extremely important," she yelled down at the receiver, saying exactly what she wanted to to the man who just screwed the both of you. Ironically taking your chance at being screwed into the mattress anytime soon. "Oh detka..."

You felt the sickeningly sweet sigh on your face and your eyes glistened. "Natty please..."

The redhead placed a kiss to the corner of your lips, teasing you as two of her fingers slid into your warmth, where her tongue just resided.

The threat weighed playfully on her tongue, and just as your walls began to flutter she made sure you knew your chances were slimmed.

Especially when she increased her speed while calmly saying: "I have to go sign a paper. Fury said it can't be electronically, and I would've told him to fuck off but if I don't do it an innocent man loses his life over a mistake a rookie made under my supervision. Still tempted to say fuck it, but I actually think it's the perfect opportunity to teach you dove."

Your eyes widened and you shook your head, much to the woman's amusement. When she only smiled wider you resigned to glaring at her. You knew this was a test. Natasha's been training you that total patience is key. "Only good girls can touch mommy," she'd purr, and seeing as that's the only way you could cum anymore, with her skin to yours as she took your breath away with her insistent kiss, you had been struggling to remember that rule.

Just like now, you saw the mocking way she pouted down at you, cruelty etched into the amused cracks of her downturned expression. It would be nothing for you to cum in the thirty seconds you now had left on her flashing watch if only she would remove her shirt and kiss you rough. So in an expected movement you pulled the redhead down with force, your hand held her face to yours while your other slid a hand beneath her shirt to squeeze her soft breast.

When she didn't pull away and allowed you to take exactly what you needed you already knew what was coming. It both ruined and improved your high as your body was spasming wildly.

"Oh my little dove," she purred humorously against the skin of your neck as you caught your breath. "So impatient," she tutted while her fingers continued to curl within your slick depths. "I have to go now, but don't worry."

You were indeed petrified, and she was living for the way your thigh tensed under the cool metal brushing across it. "Don't cum while I'm gone," she taunted further. Watching the way you rolled your eyes at her as she got dressed.

"Goodness dove, I thought you would have learned by now," she shook her head and finished securing your arms to the bed. "Don't roll your eyes," she commanded as she secured your legs in the spreader. Then she flashed you a smile, and winked as she slid the dial up on her phone. "Or test mommy's patience."

"You're mean," you croaked, and she chuckled hotly, "Only because you were naughty first."

Then she was gone, and you were in shambles.

The signature should have only taken her twenty minutes if she rode her bike, but she took her Cadillac instead, reving up the engine so you knew your fate. Then she was gone for a length of time you could no longer register.

Natasha sat in your driveway, a neapolitan milkshake in hand with her phone propped up on the dash. Her eyes swirled with delight at the sight of you convulsing on the soaked bed, your eyes screwed shut as the overstimulation on your walls rarely ceased. While she waited for the paper earlier she was playing with the speed. Every time you came close to release you'd cry, desperate for her to kiss you dizzy.

In those moments she would sympathize, and give you about three ten second intervals of stillness. Then she'd turn it up slowly as her boredom took over, she'd force moans out of you again as she ran it up to it's quickest speed, your hips rose and so did her cunts heartbeat.

Yet she took her time getting home, on her way she stopped for fuel: a small fry and a shake. While sat in the drive thru she listened to you through the speakers of her car. The lady handing her the food was red in the face as Natasha left the line with a smug smirk.

Natasha's own cunt pulsed with need at the thought of someone else hearing you. Knowing damn well that you'd shrivel up like a rollie pollie under the same knowledge. Her bashful little dove, overstimulated to the point of tears, and still in such desperate need of a release.

The redhead turned her seat warmer on low and watched you crying as her hips rocked. She dipped her fries into the shake and mindlessly ate them all down as she felt the coil in her stomach tighten. She was so close, as were you, but only one of you could cum; neither did.

Natasha stilled her hips and bit her lip hard. The woman was a masochist, if that wasn't obvious, but moreover she was a romantic. If she was going to climax, it would be with you.

The redhead raced up the stairs, leaving the greasy trash in her car, and stripping off her clothes on the way to you, leaving behind a scattered mess of fabric. As she entered the room she moved just as swiftly, she ripped the vibrating egg from within your cunt and replaced it with her fingers, and you screamed as the intense vibration moved to your clit.

Pressed directly into the bundle so that your vision went white before fading into stars. The redhead kissed you hard, the condensation on her fingers chilled your skin and you gasped. The woman wasted no time on slipping her tongue into your mouth and grazing over your aching teeth as her cunt pressed into you. You both moaned as your releases hit, you came around her fingers, well maybe, you almost thought it was her entire fist, but you were practically numb and rightfully confused.

Then you felt her rip away from your lips and you both glanced up to see her soaking hand.

"Holy fucking shit," she chuckled breathlessly, opening her hand to watch as strings of your arousal connected her fingers. "You are absolutely filthy detka. My entire fist." You laid there with your mouth agape as she proudly marveled at the sight of your sticky mess.

The redhead greedily cleaned her hand, and then generously shared the wealth as she leaned her body against yours and kissed you. It was sloppy, and full of the teasing love that made your very worlds spin around. Natasha needed you more than she'd ever admit, but you would always feel it. In her kiss, or the way she softly cleaned you up, and cuddled after.

Or with the words she whispered when she pretended to think you were asleep, knowing the whole time you weren't: "I love you Y/N." It was just a front, because she'd already let that slip the first time she took you to her bed. But at your closed wedding, she only said: "I do."

And you do too, love her wholeheartedly.

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ewanmitchellconnoisseur · 3 months

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"Bubble of Bliss"

Summary: After his steamy daydream Ettore has to make it a reality. He knows you want him and he wants you. So why fight it?

Tw: Dubcon, smut, Oral Sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, praise, fingering, creampie

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A/N: I could not find the actual version I wrote in Google Docs 😭 but here is somewhat of a second part to that version. Hopefully, you still enjoy it!

Ettore was smart, he knew he was. All it took was some instigating and it wouldn't be long before prisoners would start fighting. Which would most likely develop into a riot leaving the prison a mess. He timed it, perfectly timed it. The second the alarms went off he was sitting in your office waiting for you to come in to start the session. The officers watching him ran out into the hall pushing past you as you stepped into the room, the door closing behind you.

They said nothing to you, panicked by the riot alarm and left you alone with him. He watched the confused look on your face as you looked through the small window of the door and saw them running up and down the halls yelling for everyone to stay in their rooms.

"It's a riot." You turn around and look at him your eyes immediately widening. He was standing up...and his chains were already off. The officers agreed to remove them starting 2 sessions ago as long as one of them stayed in the room. So it became a part of the routine for you to come in and for them to remove his restraints so he could freely participate in the activities you had laid out.

"Y-you should stay seated until they come back." You tried to keep your voice strong and steady, not wanting to show any fear but it didn't come out that way. It was shaky and uncertain and Ettore could hear it.

"They won't be back for a while... during the last riot, guards didn't check on anyone for 4 hours. I was locked in med-bay." He took a step towards you. You felt like a gazelle being hunted by a lion, and just like any gazelle, you knew when to run. Dropping your stuff you grabbed the door handle, but it didn't open, the handle didn't even turn almost as if it was locked. "Magnet locks. When lockdown mode goes on they lock all doors to prevent inmates from doing anything...stupid."

His voice was closer and soon you could feel the heat radiating from his body. His hands grabbed your waist and he lowered his head into the crook of your neck, brushing his lips against your ear.

"Ettore liste-" He presses himself against you effectively shoving your body into the door. You could feel his growing erection against your ass. "Don't do this." He smirked against your neck as he adorned it with soft and gentle kisses.

"I've noticed how you look at me. How you press your thighs together when I look at you the same way. You want me. Just as I want you." Ettore leaned back slightly making space to turn you around to face him. He leans down and kisses you. It's a hungry kiss as he wraps a hand around your neck holding you in place. While his other hand rests on your waist. You can't help but kiss him back, he wasn't wrong, you did want him but naturally did nothing about your wants since he was a prisoner.

"Tell me to stop and despite how much it will pain me. I will do it. For some reason, I-I don't want to hurt you. So tell me." He searches your face for some semblance of fear or terror but he sees nothing but lust.

"Don't stop. I want this." His heart feels as though it's beating out of his ribcage at your words. He wastes no time picking you up resuming his deep kiss while walking you two over to the couch. You both shuffle out of your clothes and although he wants to waste no time and wants to bury himself deep inside of you, he wants you to enjoy this.

He kisses his way down from your neck until he is between your thighs. Ettore smiles as he nips at the soft flesh and keeps his eyes trained on you as his tongue runs between your folds.

"Lift your hips for me sweetheart." You do as he says and he brings you closer to him by your hips. He holds your thighs as he slowly drags his tongue over your folds again.

"Please...." He looks up and smiles. "Ettore" hushes you before planting a kiss on your clit. You buck your hips up to his face wanting him to just get on with it.

"Needy are we?" Ettore gives in to what you want and it feels better than any vibrator ever would. Ettore's guess was right, you're a squirmer, he has to hold you in place from trying to get away. Your hands grip his hair as you buck your hips more into his face. Ettore looks up at you and sees how marvellous you look, chains of fucks coming out your lips like a chant.

He uses his nose to nuzzle against your clit and it only adds to the pleasure of bringing you closer to that familiar edge. He adds two fingers and curls them right into the perfect spot repeatedly. And just as that coil tightens and the pressure builds....he pulls away.

Ettore watches as you angrily open your eyes and look down at him.

"As hot as it would be for you to cum on my tongue. I'd rather you do it on my dick." You watch as he licks his fingers clean with a content smile on his face. "Had a feeling you would taste good." He brings himself back up to you and kisses you gently this time with no rush.

It's soft and passionate and as it deepens you feel the pressure at your entrance as he slowly pushes himself in. You didn't get to see his dick but from what you can feel... it's big and thick.

Ettore did his best to make sure you were wet and stretched enough so he would slide in easier but even after that, there is still some resistance.

"Fuck....your so tight." Ettore kisses the small tear that falls down your cheek. The stretch wasn't horribly painful but you still felt some discomfort. "I know, I'm sorry. Im almost in." He reaches in between your bodies and using his finger to circle your clit. "Try to relax for me, baby."

You do your best to relax and soon he's fully sheathed inside of you with a smirk and mumbles of good girl and other praises. Despite everything inside of him wanting to fuck into you roughly without warning he gives you a moment to adjust to him. While he waist Ettore enjoys the soft whimpers you give him as he sucks your nipple while he rolls the others between his fingers.

You give him a nod letting him know you're ready. It feels as though your breath catches in your throat once he starts moving. He leans back and watches himself slide in and out of you.

"Fucking perfect sight." He mumbles to himself. Ettore picks up the pace his hands holding on to your waist as he pounds into you. He changes angles and smiles as your moans pick up. "There it is." He hits the same spot repeatedly and smiles while staring at your fucked out face.

"You look so gorgeous like this." You mewl incoherent words back. "Yeah? Is it that good?" He reaches down and rubs your clit in tight circles. Your moans get louder as you beg for who knows what.

Ettore notices the alarm has stopped. "Shh, you need to be quiet." He muffles your moans with a kiss as he picks up his pace. "Fuck you're squeezing the shit out of me. You gonna cum?"

"Y-yes please..." Your words are choked as you nod quickly. Wanting him deeper you tilt your hips up which finally gives you the pleasure of hearing a moan of his own from how much deeper he was going.

"Then do it for me, baby. Be a good girl and cum on my cock." His lips find their way back to your nipples only adding to the ample amount of pleasure you were feeling.

Finally, that coil snaps and that warm buzzing feeling spreads over your body ."Good girl. Good fucking girl." Ettore makes a final slam into you and fills you to the brim with his cum.

You both stay like that for a moment catching your breath. His head lying on your chest, as his hands play with yours.

"Im going to miss you..." His voice was solemn. Reality was inescapable, Ettore was going on that ship. And you'd never see him again.

"...let's not think about that right now." You run your fingers through his hair gently. "Ill... I'll find a way...I promise."

He nods slowly. Knowing the chances of you actually finding a solution to this is low. Despite how badly he wishes you could come with him he knows it won't happen, and you wouldn't let him stay behind just so he could die on death row in a few weeks.

So you both stay there. Ignoring the reality of the situation. Protected in a bubble of bliss.

a/n: Google Docs decided to play with my feelings and I had to rewrite this whole thing. I hope y'all still enjoyed it. This took me longer than I thought it would. Let me know If you spot any mistakes or if I missed any warnings.

Also when writing this even I felt like it was really soft for an Ettore fic. But then my mind went to the fact that this might fit into canon. It could explain why Ettore is so damn touch-starved on the ship simply because he misses you.

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skeletinmoss · 5 months

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Ruffled feathers

Ships planned: Prinxiety, Logicality, Dukeciet

Warnings: Human traficing, abuse, injuries, imprisonment, captivity and all that comes with it, restraints

Patton and Virgil are brothers in this one

Thanks @lovelivingmydreams for being my beta. It was very much needed since english is not my main language

His hands were itching from the cuffs, he was sick of them for a long time now, and moving his hands so fast made it worse. His wings ached unable to be spread, pressed together in tight restraints. Funny, like he could have escaped without them. And now his throat hurt too. Bastards. He only wanted them to stop yelling at Patton, it wasn't his fault he needed to use claws to get his point across.

He almost missed the moment smoke filled the room.

It took Virgil a couple of minutes to fully understand what just happened. His head was still a little fuzzy after the electric strike. The same guy that just knocked out their captors helped him up and lifted him in a piggy back position. The guy took him and Patton outside, where two other men in gas masks circled them, pointing their ( how was it called again?) guns at their surroundings. And next he knew they were inside the van.

" Roman, I told you to wait for the signal, " the fourth guy, who was also the driver, berated the first one. " He was using a shocker! " justified their savior as he was taking off Virgil's muzzle and the bindings off his wings along with the handcuffs. The other two helped Patton with the same. And Virgil almost relaxed in their presence, that is until Roman and the rest took off their masks, " What? I was supposed to let him hurt the poor creature? "

Humans. Taking a defensive stance, Virgil covered his brother with his wings and growled. He was ready to show them why he had that muzzle if they dared to touch Pat. Humans were the whole reason they got in this situation. He interacted with so many shitty ones he was pretty sure being assholes was their race trait. Humans took them away from their forest, locked them in a cage, fed them some garbage and drugs, and the most infuriating they cut their wings! And they had the audacity to complain about ' ruining the best part'. And now him and his brother were locked with another bunch of them. He knew better than to trust them. he saw what they can do. And so he hissed at their every movement. He wouldn't be hurt by them again.

The team looked at the unfolded wings in awe and understanding. Roman was not surprised by the sudden aggressive change in avian's behavior. They expected the victims to be hostile in such situation and trained accordingly. It was best not to touch them, that's why they took the opposite corner of the van.

No wonder the traffickers were interested in them, both seemed to have rare colorations. The older one had black as his main color, which was one of the rarest, with purple and cyan as his other colors, also a pretty rare thing to see. The younger one, who looked more concerned than scared, was more close to regular brown wings but also had a bunch of blue and white feathers instead of orange or red. The saddest things was the state of those wings, both birds had their long feathers cut, weren't groomed and had some patches of feathers missing no doubt from all the stress. They were in such a bad state the whole team was wondering if the traffickers really were planning to sell them.

The dark one was so on edge they didn't have a choice but to leave both alone so he could relax. Thankfully their enclosure had cameras so the team could check on them. The team got into the the security room and stared at the screen. And sure the second they left the avians alone both relaxed and cuddled up on the mossy floor. So cute.

Both talked, but in their native language which none of the humans knew. Judging by other clues both were making sure the other one was ok. Even cuter scene happened when they discovered the bathroom.

The bathtub was build more like a pool with warm water, both avians jumped in as soon as they saw it and started to preen each others feathers. As they were busy with cleaning up Roman took it upon himself to bring them the new clothes. He knocked on the bathroom door and got a loud hiss in return. Rude. But he calmly opened the door ( which got him another hiss), put down a box of clothes and left. He hurried back into the surveillance room to see their reactions. They were hesitant to approach the clothes at first, so they focused on finishing up the bath. The first one to make a move was the Sweetie, but his moody brother covered him quickly from the supposed danger and took it upon himself to inspect the new object. Of course there was nothing dangerous and he allowed the young one to come closer. They both studied the things they were given and judging by their faces quite liked them. Both chose a hoodie with an open back that allowed them to move their wings freely. Both also chose comfortable pants, the rest of the clothes they folded neatly and placed outside the enclosure in the same box they came in.

" They are adapting great, " commented Janus following a chuckle from Remus, who was still excited about two naked butts he saw. His boyfriend clearly didn't give him enough attention today. Logan gave a nod. This rescue mission was their most successful one, ignoring mild insubordination from Roman. Both avians were rescued without any additional injuries. He was a little disappointed with himself at the fact that he couldn't track them earlier. Now they needed intense medical care and therapy. " Look at the Stormy Night. He's acting all tough, but he's as sweet as his brother, " it seemed like Roman already got a favorite. He always did, and when as the time came to release them back into the wild he would whine at the sight of them leaving. Every single time.

Jan ran his hand through Remus' hair, who now took the place on the floor between his legs, "What do we do now? " " I would suggest taking them to Emile, but considering the state they are in it would be best to let them get used to the new environment and people, " answered Logan. " Can't we just put Sugar Tits inside the enclosure instead of throwing them inside the van again? We don't stress the bird butts and they relax after talking to a non human. Like triple win! " " Not now. Emile can't come here because of a family emergency. We will have to monitor them until he can".

During next couple of weeks Logan documented the patterns in the avians behavior.

The one they nicknamed Moody was protective, yet in front of any of the humans present he acted very cold towards his brother. As the Nerd hypothesized this was directed on making them think they weren't that close, so they would not hurt one to punish the other. Honestly the fact that he thought this was necessary infuriated Logan the most. The younger of the brothers was more open to the new people. After only two days he started openly showing interest in anything new. Logan tried to explain to the best of his ability, thinking there was a language barrier involved. Which was not actually true. Both avians could pick up on languages very well. And had learned several human tongues from their previous captors. Patton really wanted to talk with the new humans, but couldn't do so because he didn't want to disclose the same with Virgil. Virgil didn't trust them at all, and he was hoping they would spill something important in front of them if they thought they couldn't understand them.

He also grew worried around one particular human. Princey, as he started to call him, was more irritated with him out of all of the humans and V just couldn't understand what he was doing wrong. They weren't trying to run away, they did behave. Why send such disgusted looks?

He was the most terrified when he started to feel sick. " Virgil... Are you ok? " Patton asked as Virgil stared at the pill he just spat out. He took the bread from Patton's hands and threw it on the floor. Not again. No wonder he was feeling like shit! They put something in the food! As to prove his thoughts the door opened and in came the humans.

They fucked up. They really did, and for the first time Remus was the one to say " I told you so", though he wasn't happy about it either. He knew that giving the guy medicine inside his food would turn out bad for them if he found out. And wouldn't you know it, the first pill and he found it. Worst part was that he was the go-do guy in this situation. That was probably because of his kinks for biting and stuff which was absolutely fucking involved in capturing an avian and separating him from his brother. He got plenty of it as he dragged the winged man towards the van, his brother crying in the background, held by Roman.

Remus pressed Moody into the floor with his legs, while holding his wings with his hands. Jan-jan took care of the avian's legs and arms so he would be easier and safer to transport. He very much appreciated when the avian relaxed understanding his helpless situation, his hands might have gone numb otherwise. Got a wing in the face a couple of times though as they were on their way to Emile. " Relax, Snappy bird, we're taking you to the doc~" Remus purred sealing his words with a sound slap on the guy's buns, which he quickly regretted because the avian started resisting again.

They should have started with bringing birds to Emile, and now they were paying for their decisions ( mostly with Remus' flesh). " Oh my goodness, what happened? " Emile sprinted towards the van. Logan got out the driver seat and opened the back doors. Snappy started to shift again, but went completely still seeing the fawn in front of him.

" There. We're ok, aren't we? " the new figure spoke in avian's language, quickly going back on the human one to ask the reason for their visit. " He got sick and the dorks tried secretly feeding him the meds, which he found. As I told you all would happen! " declared the human on Virgil's back.

" Are you feeling bad, Sweetie?" the fawn asked motioning for the human to let go. As soon as the weight was lifted off him, Virgil crawled away in the other corner. " It's ok. Please forgive them. They were concerned about your wellbeing, " the fawn said as he approached and sat down.

" I'm Emile. Can I have your name? " " Are you with them? " the avian asked with venom on his tongue. " I am, but I'm concerned about your understanding of the situation. They don't hurt me, don't worry. We're actually good friends, and I help them heal other creatures just like you." He reached his hand forwards, " Is it ok if I touch you? "

Virgil showed his fangs, " You can try. "

Emile however wasn't impressed and just touched the avian's forehead with the back of his hand. " Yup, you're burning, " he declared and picked up the confused man, bringing him to his office. He gave the bird an antipyretic medicine and started the overall checkup.

" My goodness, your wings look awful! " the doctor gasped and got some sort of ointment from the cabinet. He generously applied it on the spots that missed any feathers and at the base of the wings. " Now, I know you have a brother. So I'm going to give you this thing, ok? You and your brother need to apply it once a day after a good bath. Can you do that, Sweetheart? " he asked.

Virgil nodded. The medication started kicking in and he suddenly felt exhausted. He almost fell asleep on his way back. He didn't purely out of spite and hissed at humans a dozen more times.

Patton was hysterical. They took Virgil! They took him away! In his frantic sobs he didn't even care if they found out about the language thing, he started pleading.

" I'm sorry! Forgive him for whatever he did. Please! Don't take him away! We're sorry! " he cried. He unsuccessfully tried to get out of the hold.

Logan took avian's hands in his own, " We're not taking him away. He needs medical care. We will bring him back. " " Promise? " the avian uttered quietly. The technician gave a firm nod.

He waited another minute for sobs to die down, while holding avian's hands.

" Now, if this is resolved, we need to talk, " he said. And Patton anxiously squeaked and hid himself behind his wings.

Not minding at all, the human continued, " First I want to apologize for our decision to hide the medicine in the food. We were hoping he wouldn't find them this quickly and would feel better without interacting with us, " he nodded for Roman to let go off the avian as now there was no need for it. Sweetie peeked curiously from behind his wings.

" Seeing as you in fact do understand me, allow me to explain ourselves a bit better. We are a special rescue team, that specializes in rehabilitation of humanoid creatures found sold on the black market, " the technician continued. " Usually we take our time to infiltrate the organization and remove the victims safely and quietly. Sometimes if that's not possible we pose as buyers, for some instances we actually pay, but usually we scam them."

Actor nodded along, " Yup! Bad people deserve no money! "

" In your case we could do neither. It is thoroughly my fault. We didn't know about you for the longest time and when I was able to find any information it was obvious that we needed to intervene as soon as possible. I need to mention that we never had any experience with such terrible treatment, " Logan looked at their new friend with pity.

" Yeah, " Roman added, " Usually those guys try to make you look pretty for the buyers. Not torture you. "

Patton didn't understand everything the humans told him, but at the end of the conversation he felt reassured, safe even. He asked them to keep this conversation a secret for now. He didn't want Virgil to get mad, it would be better if he opens up at his own pace.

He sat on the mossy floor waiting and, like humans told him, Virgil returned. He looked tired, his huge wings mopped the floor behind him and he carried a small jar in his hands. His eyes seemed dazed and focused on the jar rather than his steps and this focus was the last thing keeping him from the firm grip of the dreamscape. As soon as his bother hugged him he lost that focus and relaxed in the familiar hold fast asleep

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dreamwritersworld · 11 months

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Favorite crime. Part 3 (miles morales x reader)

Y/n loved miles so bad and she let him treat her like that, even if it was for a little. There was not a chance she was going to let Jeff die, not when he was like her father figure. When they made it back to what they believed was their universe, Miles was panicking and having an attack. Y/n took off her mask frantically grabbing onto him to stop moving, to just relax and take a moment for himself.

All Miles needed was her voice and face to know he’ll be ok, with her she always made sure he was ok and that he’d be safe.

“Miles?…miles please, listen to me. It’s ok, you’re ok..I’m here.”

that’s all miles needed. He rushed into a hug, grasping onto her after what felt like years. Both teens were both still out of breath but they understood each other.

“Y/n- y/n im sorry, I should’ve never-“

“I know…it’s ok miles, just take care of yourself for now..”

Y/n had repeated Rio’s words to miles, she knew she wasn’t ever going to listen to her advice when it came to Miles, but now her heart was warmed at the apology.

Once all was well both of them swung their way back home ready to tell Rio that Miles was Spider-Man. Y/n was always Miles willing accomplice even when they were children…

“Miles! Stop running around the house! Your shoes are dirty! Hijo de su- oh Y/n! You too?! Stop it! Both of you!”

Both children clashed into each other giggling on the floor.

They were in their own world staring at each other, laughing like it was the most funniest thing and what brought them back was Rio staring at them from above, with the most stern face a mother could give.

“Always getting into trouble, you two. Limpa el regero!(clean the mess)”

Even when Rio left the two children couldn’t help but stare at each other and giggle at the mess they made.

In their universe Miles didn’t realize how deeply Y/n was in love with him…how much she hoped he could see. When he did what he did, he left Y/n’s heart broken and had four hands bloody.

Those bloody hands gave miles on last hug before waiting outside and pushing him to tell his mom he was Spider-Man.

“Well…i-…I’m spider man and Y/n has the same powers as me..”

Rio looked at miles like he was crazy, though there was a taste of sadness in her eyes. The two went back and forth as miles tried to convince her, but the longer he talked…the more he mentioned Y/n…the closer Rio was getting to yelling at him.

“Miles. Please. I know you can still be in denial…but Y/n’s gone. They haven’t found her and don’t know what happened but please don’t make me go through this again. It’s not real baby.”

Hearing his mother say this, say that Y/n was gone…he knew he was in another dimension and Y/n knew it the closer she got to listening. It hurt him to hear those words from his mother and he thanked god it wasn’t his reality…though fear leaked into his veins realizing he wasn’t going to get back home in time.

Once Y/n saw uncle Aaron from the small doorway in miles room, she was now the one panicking, she made her way back outside…ready to follow miles and his uncle. Y/n was so close…she was steps ahead of uncle Aaron’s plan until a familiar hand wrapped around her mouth and everything went black.

When Y/n woke up she was in wrapped up gently but not enough to get her out.

“I’m miles mórales but you, you can call me the prowler.”

“…if I don’t get home our dad is going to die.”

“Your dad.”

“Please…you have to let us go.”

“Why would I do that..?”

Y/n pushed against her restraints turning her head to both miles standing and hanging before her.

“Please..please just let him go. I’ll stay..ok? I’ll stay. I’m missing in this dimension right? Well I’m here ok. I’m here now and you can let him go….please.”

There was desperation in Y/n’s voice…miles 42 could hear it and miles 1610 regretted ever allowing Y/n to follow him this time. He was dragging her down with him.

“You aren’t missing you’re dead. You died in my arms. You were shot and killed on our walk to my house…everyone just thinks you went missing…you were always going to stay with me. It’s not your decision or place to bargain. You know I’ve always loved you since we were children. Eres mía princesa. (You are mine princess)”

Y/n’s heart was torn into two…she looked back at her miles, her eyes begged for him to just go. If he loved her like Miles 42..it’d hurt more if she knew. She’d confess everything she was feeling and that would be ok because at least now she’d get closure

“Ok..ok that’s fine. I love you too…ever since we were kids..I’ve loved you in every universe..just let him go. I know how important your dad was to you ok? We grew up together regardless of what dimension. Just let his dad live and I’ll still be with you. It’s like you never lost me.”

Tears fell from her eyes as she saw Miles 42 nod his head to let him loose. How could he deny her? She was everything to him. No one on this earth or another could love Miles the way she did. Her eyes were so innocent and her heart was so gentle, she’d forgive anyone easily.

“Y/n..Y/n no I can’t let you do this.”

Miles 1610 restraints were tightened once again.

“Just be quiet and go Miles.”

hearing those words come from Y/n…those same words he used for her to leave. It hurt him now knowing how she felt for him especially since he realized he now loved her just too late to realize it.

“Go Miles! Save your dad and go.”

Miles got out of his transit and was cut loose and yanked towards the window by uncle Aaron. Miles looked back one more time…he knew he wouldn’t be able to save her and his dad at the same time, not if he was weak. He’d come back for her though.

Leaving this dimension would mean leaving his heart with her…

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0mysticmidnight0 · 1 month

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Hello!! I was wondering if you’re still taking requests? (•᷄- •᷅ ;) If so, could you maybe to a prompt (or headcanons if you’re more comfy with that) with the yandere ROTTMNT turtles with an ‘all bark no bite’ gender neutral or masc reader? (Preferably masc) Essentially a reader that’s super defiant, fights the whole way, etc. but when it comes down to being threatened or being told off or just when they’re scared in general they’re actually pretty docile (the word docile is kind of iffy but I can’t think of another word to describe it) (ó﹏ò｡) but only if you’re comfortable and want to write it, thanks for reading this over anyways!! ദ്ദി(˶‾᷄ᗜ‾᷅˵ ᵕ)

I'll try it! The reader is kidnapped by the turtles in these headcannons!

YANDERE ROTTMNT BOYS WITH AN "ALL BARK NO BITE"! READER

Donatello

-Just glares at you while you shout threats at him and desperately try to pull on the metal chaining you down to the ground. You continue yelling and telling me insults, etc. "i should be punishing you for your behavior! Yet here you are making my job so much more difficult!" -Once he finally had enough, he threatened you with his tech bo and once he sees you flinch, he knew you were all talk. -After this, he decides to use threats like this often. Often pointing his Tech bo at you with spear or blaster on the other end. You were forced to do anything he said. Knowing Donnie, he'd stop at nothing until he gets what he wants. You knew not to test his limits.

MichelAngelo

-Took him a while of your insults and threats until he entered your shared room and poked your cheek. "You, know your threatening the wrong person here! I'm helping you! If you keep acting out i'll have to end the people that caused you act so fiesty!" He said this as if it were nothing, it was merely a small threat. -Though, your eyes widened as you saw him take out his weapon, his Kusari-Fundo. You begged. You stopped trying to fight through your restraints.. -Mikey noticed this and laughed. He found a weak spot, he was going to use it. He started using this from time to time when you'd act up or out of line.

Raphael

-He ignored every threat you had, often responding with kind and compassionate words, he wants you to know and to feel his love for you but you weren't having it. -Very rarely, he lost his patience. "Oh? ya' wanna be like that? Then fine! Goodluck here alone again!" he shouts as he left. He didn't mean it, obviously. You were his teddy bear or the other way around. -You screamed that he'd stay. You didn't wanna be alone again after being alone for so long. Not again. So you stopped insulting him and threatening him and stayed quiet while he sat down and watched you.

Leonardo

-Out of everyone, he'd be the first to find out and he'd abuse the power he had. He would use it pretty often. Even if you were doing nothing wrong! Making sure you understood who's in charge. -He started threatening you almost daily, making it habit to whisper in your ear what he'd do to your loved ones. "You're threatening me? I should be the one threatening you! Try all you want but you are here with me whether you like it or not." -This became a living hell as you were forced into EVERYTHING. You hated him. Of course, this would be paradise for him. This gave him major control at every decision you made.

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A Distraction For A Cameron

TW: smut. Dom!rafe. Language.

SUMMARY: Your methods of distraction are fruitful.

WORD COUNT: 1200

REQUESTED:

TW: Smut. Language

Requested: Okay but reader trying to calm him down after Ward leaves !!!!!!! Dying

A Distraction For A Cameron

You heard the yelling from the second you crossed over the threshold. Your purse deposited in the same corner of the counter you frequented when wearing a specific summer dress that gave your boyfriend the perfect access to your unclothed thighs. But this was something even more consistent.

The way Rafe was belittled by his father, whom the entirety of the Outer Banks believed to have been killed by his own hand, never seemed to cease. And even in the moments where you thought he should have been happy, you saw what remained of his father's effect on him.

"Are you okay?" You asked when creeping into the backyard, where he had begun pacing by his truck. His hands running swiftly through his buzzed cut.

"Shit...did you...how long have you been here?" He never wanted you involved. He always told you he had it handled and you just had to be patient. But the look behind his eyes of uncertainty was enough to make you close the distance between you and submit a hand to his chest.

"Enough… I heard enough."

"I told you I was gonna meet you at the club later. Why didn't you listen? Why doesn't anyone listen?" He was still upset, fuming almost, but holding back from taking it out on you. The idea would come from that realization. Maybe he didn't need consoling, as shown as he slipped from your touch. Maybe he needed an outlet.

"Rafe..."

"I just uh...I just need to be...I need to think."

"Rafe..." He moved closer, catching his hand and leading him towards you.

"I think you need to do the exact opposite..."

"Things are really bad right now and you need to...you can't be here...you shouldn't..." His words began to fall away as you set him against the hood of his car, your lips parted to tease his neck. His fingers were quick to reciprocate to your sides, burying in for purchase.

"You want to distract me? Yeah?" You nodded.

"I want to make you think about me...only me."

"I only ever think about you."

"Then why are we still talking?" You smirked. In one swift motion you were taken against him, lips and tongues quick to collide before his hands palmed your ass through your shorts. With one arm wrapped around your back, he dove his dominant set of fingers into your panties.

"You wanna take my mind off things baby?" You nodded, bending backwards over the hood of his car. "Such a good little girlfriend using your pussy to get me distracted, good fucking pussy…"

"Rafe!"

"Too much?" He slowed, but never stopped, as his fingers plummeted into you. "My girl can take more than my fingers...shit! You're already fucking soaked..."

"Yeeeesss...." You moaned as he took his other hand to the back of your neck.

"Get your ass in the car." You were left for a moment, disoriented, before following him as he took the front seat and unzipped his fly.

"Give me those lips baby...right where they fucking belong..." You positioned yourself in the passenger seat so you leaned over the console, his hand resting at your ass as you began to massage him.

"That's it baby...just like that...fuck..." He breathed to the slow way you reintroduced him to your throat. His hips were quick to snap himself behind your reflex as you gagged. He pulled you up to him. His second hand to your jaw as he widened it.

"Be a good girl...spit." he motioned to his cock. "Shit..." He moaned to the seductive drip you made of his request.

"Yes...fucking...yes..." He fucked your throat as you allowed him the passage without restraint. Something worsened by the finger between your legs as he strummed against your clit.

"You know I need to play too..." He teased. "God damn, I love how you get this wet for me...you were enough to take me?" You nodded quickly as he pulled you from his cock, but only by your hair.

"Wait..." His fingers sped behind you as he watched every fluctuation of your expression. "Yeah, yeah, yeah...that feel good?"

"I wanna come...Rafe...you're making me wanna coooome..."

"Beg for it. Just how I like..."

"Make me come, Rafe...please I'm so wet..."

"And tight, how are you still THIS right after how many times I've fucked you? Huh?" He took a break from the piston of his fingers to slap your ass.

"Fuck!" You gasped.

"Get the fuck on top of me." You followed his pull until you were nearly impaled by him.

"You rub that little clit and you come on my cock...then we'll talk about distracting me..." You worked that sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Shit...I should have tasted you more..." He took the drippings between you and brought them to his lips.

"So fucking sweet..."

"Oh God..." You moaned.

"Faster...if I can see your clit, you aren't touching it enough..." He groaned. "Let me do it." He growled as you raised over him, his other hand submitting you in place.

"Come. Right fucking now...I need it..." Your body relinquished to him.

"Shit!"

"Good girl...keep coming...keep fucking coming..." He fucked hard into you, your body at the mercy of his grip due to the small space.

"I wanna make you come..." You whined.

"Yeah?" You nodded.

"Then fucking do it." He relaxed as you gripped the chair behind him and rode hard. The car shaking and the window condensation as he gripped harshly into your thighs.

"That's it...fuck yeah ..such a good girl..." He smacked your ass. His hand pulled your tee down until your breast was exposed, his mouth suctioning to your sensitive nipples as you were blinded by the stars he made form behind your eyes.

"I'm close...you want it inside?" You climbed back off and pumped him back in your mouth.

"Good girl...swallow me down...all the fucking-shit!" He spasmed beneath you, thrusting without care, before you did as ordered, teary eyes rising to meet him.

"Shiiiit...." He breathed, your eyes observing his just fucked glory.

"Where are we going?" You asked as he started the car.

"I'm getting you a new pair of underwear. And then I'm gonna make you come inside them all night while you try to eat...might hang em off my mirror when I miss ya...let them drip everywhere just like my girl does for me…"

"Rafe...your pants..."

"Clean me up baby ..you made quite a mess..." He drove through figure eight with his cock in your mouth, bucking into you as he pulled to the parking lot, making good on his promise.

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Miguel O'Hara x spider-woman!reader

Part two

part one, part two, ...

Summary: After fight with anomaly, you're left wounded, remembering past.

Word count: 1,8k

A/N: Omg guys, thank you so much for the support on the first part, I didn't know it would blow up so much, so here is second part. Also, if you want the Spot x reader too or any of the spiderverse characters, I will be for your service. If you have any ideas or anything, ask me on my profile. I will write anything bcs I'm bored and don't have anything to do ^^ enjoy part two.

“What is it this time?”

I asked Jess as I exited the portal, walking into chaos. “You know, normal monday, some anomaly is on rampage and they cant get it to stop.” “Who is the anomaly?”

I said stretching my arms, I just got out of bed, don't judge me, when I can, I will sleep. “I think it's some kind of symbiote? Host's name is Cletus Kasady.” “Okay, then what's taking them all so long?” “Go ask them yourself.” She waved her hands around to emphasize her statement. “Okay.”

I shot my red webs on building above them and swung in the direction of the anomaly. When I was above them I saw it was really Carnage, but this one looked different, he had some kind of swirl tattoo on his forehead and was a lot bigger. “Okay, this one shouldn't be different than the other ones.” I said as I leapt off the wall I was crawling on. Gliding towards my target, it was night so I was in advantage because of my suit colors. When I was right above I shot my web right in front of the symbiote. This Carnage´s head shot up and it screeched at me.

“Can you be a little louder?” I yelled at it as it started to rampage on the buildings around it, I have to stop him before he does something bad. While it was destroying the buildings, I started to make cage-like thing around it with my webs, successfully trapping it inside. When it realized what I did he screeched again, my ears were most likely bleeding at this point. Just as I landed on the ground inside the cage thing it attacked me, creating tentacles with its slimy goo muscles it was made from.

“Hey, you're carnage, right?” I yelled at the beast, its smile got even wider, it was uncomfortable to watch. “Yeaah, and who you might be?” It asked in its deep voice. “Well, I'm spider-woman, but if you would like to know, my name is (Y/N). I'm here to stop you, you're from a different reality and I'm here to get you back. Do you want to go willingly or should I use violence?” It looked like it was actually considering what I said. “Can't miss opportunity, princess.” It chuckled darkly. I just stared at it blankly and shot my web at him, successfully hitting it, then with great speed I started to stick the symbiote with my webs to buildings around us, he was unlike all other symbiotes, he had solid shape, not being just slime. When it realized what I was trying to do, he spun around in his restraints and before I could do something more.

I felt pain in my abdomen, looking down I saw a tentacle made from his goo. "Ah, fuck…" The tentacle leaving my abdomen and retracting back inside him, leaving behind a nasty hole inside me. My suit automatically goes above the wound, making it seem like nothing happened on the outside. I cought up some blood from my mouth, my hand going over my masked mouth. I crouched down on the pavement, hunching over. "ha ha ha…Not so brave spiderman?!"

"spider-woman." I muttered as I started to stand up, ignoring my injury I threw myself off the ground with help of my webs. Striking the last web on this monster, it was trapped and couldn't move. Suddenly an orange shield trapped it for the final time. "Took you long enough." "Well you looked like you had fun." Jess said. I tapped something on my watch and the portal opened before me. "Take care of this thing." "Will do." Was the last thing I heard before stepping into the portal, being sucked in a tube like force field around me, flying towards I stopped and walked out of the portal.

The HQ was lively as always, different spider people from different universes going about their day. When I stepped on the ground and out of the portal, I remembered my injury, falling on the ground with hiss. Some of the spider people noticed my fall and went to help me, helping me stand up. "Hey you okay?" "Do you want to go to infirmary?" Too much noise. "Hey! All of you move!" I heard a familiar voice. Miguel. "(Y/N)! ¿qué pasó?" "I need to go to infim…" Darkness.

"What's wrong with her?" Miguel asked the doctor spiderman. "She has a really deep wound on her abdomen, if she came in later she would most likely bleed out." I just looked at her limp body laying on the hospital table. Machine operating her abdomen, she had a breathing mask on her face. Fuck, Muñeco, you better don't die on me.

What…what's happening…When I opened my eyes I saw some kind of robotic arms inside my abdomen. My eyes widened as I remembered my past.

Younger (Y/N) was sitting in her cell, staring blankly at the wall in front of me. The doors to my cell opened, bringing some light into the dark room. "Hello experiment - 5076, how are you feeling today?" Asked the sickening voice of one of the doctors. I just continued to stare at the wall. "Not talking today, I see." He said to himself.

"Follow me, 5076." I stood up and followed the doctor outside, walking through white walls, everything looked the same. "Sit down." He ordered. I just sat and stared. "Okay, today we are going to try something new." That's not good. I looked at the object he was holding, it looked like a syringe with some glowing red liquid. I flinched when restrains suddenly clicked over my hands and legs, keeping me in place. He rolled my sleeve and injected the red liquid into my vein. My eyes widened and I screamed because of the intense pain it left after injecting. The doctor left the room.

Miguel watched from behind the mirror Glass, horrified, he didn't know they were testing their experiments on humans. Porque no me di cuenta antes. He pushed his glasses from sliding off his nose. I need to help her escape tonight. The young doctor thought to himself.

The girl's body started thrashing, visibly in pain, all the other doctors were just looking, scribbling down onto their papers. After a few minutes some robotic arms came up from the ceiling and started to grab onto her, grounding her in place, after some more fight, the girl relaxed. Is she dead? Her head shot up and looked right into the mirrored glass and into Miguel's eyes. Can she see me? Her eyes were bright scarlet, she had fangs and was breathing heavily, her eyes were teary.

Miguel's wide eyes stared right back at her, her head co cocked to the side little. It was like unspoken conversation was being said between the two people.

"I think the DNA change worked, my fellow coworkers, we made a new Spiderman." Said the head doctor of the department. I didn't say anything and just left the room.

It was late at night, all of my coworkers had gone home already, I was the only one here. I stood up from my chair and started to walk towards the experiment's cells, looking around to see if there isn't anyone there. When I stood in front of 5076 cell I took out my card and swiped it on the tablet by the doors. The doors opened, I walked in, looking around.

"Hey, girl, are you here..?" "what do you want?" Quiet voice said, I saw her sitting silhouette on the ground, motionless. "I came here to rescue you." Her head whipped to my face, her red eyes glowing in the dark. "Why would you do that." "I didn't know they experimented on humans, it's just so inhumane, I don't want you to suffer." I said to her. She slowly stood up from her sitting position, coming up to me. She looked up to my face and tilted her head. "Come on, follow me." I said and walked out of her cell. "You can escape this way." I pointed down the white hallway, her head came from the darkness of her cell and looked the way I was pointing. She looked at me, her eyes having excitement inside them, her face holding hope. "thank you." As she walked out fully, I saw she had talons on her hands, she started to walk when alarms started to ring around us, the white hallway enveloped in red from the warning lights. She flinched and started to run, me doing the same, running off the other way.

I was running down the hallway when I heard loud steps, a lot of them. I ran into some kind of lab, there were containers with some slime everywhere, different colors and sizes, I saw people in black uniforms, helmets, shields and weapons. "Experiment 5076, get back into your cell and we won't hurt you." My instincts were ablaze, I was bloodthirst. Without a word I launched myself on them and started swinging my talons at them, successfully hitting some of them, killing them. One was trying to run, when I swung my hand at him I hit some kind of container.

Black goo crawled upon my hand and disappeared into me. What. I tried to ignored it and killed the last guy, blood, blood was everywhere. I went ahead into some doors, staircase. I ran down maybe, like, 20 floors, panting. I exited through doors and found myself at the side of the building, in some kind of alleyway. "fuck…my side." My side burned, one bullet hit me right into my side. I sank down the wall, holding my side when I heard footsteps. "I knew you would do it." The guy who helped me escape ran up to me, smiling. "Will you go with me? I will heal you and take care of you." "Well it's not like I have anywhere to go, right." He chuckled at my sarcasm.

The vision started to fade as I regained my consciousness. Blood, a lot of blood. I was clawing at my body, trying the machine to get off me. "Hey! (Y/N)! Stop it, you're gonna hurt yourself-!" Miguel. I looked up to his face, tears streaming down my face. "Im sorry…" was the last thing I heard before feeling a pinch in my arm and being surrounded by darkness.

A/N: this idea fot the plot came up to me last night, I had to write it down. Hope you liked it :>

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Request for @roxxquartz (Multi Idol Yandere) 3.4k, yandere, manipulation, abuse, physical abuse, verbal abuse, childhood friends, hacking, kidnapping, restraints, drugs, sedatives, drinking, alcohol (@starillusion13)

“Y/n! It’s been so long!”

You expected to see so many familiar faces when you went to your high school reunion, although you were excited to see some more than others. When you heard your name called you turned around to see your childhood friends.

“San! Wooyoung!”

You screamed in joy and ran over to hug the pair. You were so happy to see them, but of course they weren’t alone. Just behind them you saw some others walk in.

“Juyeon! Yeonjun! Hyunjin! Hi!”

You went to hug the other three, getting big warm hugs in return. All of you were screaming in joy and jumping up in circles.

“My gosh, it’s so good to see you all. Look at you, you’ve grown so big!”

“And handsome.” Wooyoung teased. “Don’t forget handsome.”

“Yes. Very handsome.”

“And you’ve only gotten all the more gorgeous with time.” Juyeon added. “Anybody would be lucky to have you.”

“Speaking of.” You went to bring someone over. “This is my boyfriend, Mark, and Mark, these are my friends Yeonjun, Juyeon, San, Wooyoung, and Hyunjin. We grew up together in the same neighborhood. They’re practically my best friends.”

“Ah, I see. It’s nice to meet you all.”

“Boyfriend?” Yeonjun questioned. “How long?”

“We’ve been dating for almost a year now.” Mark explained. “She’s quite wonderful.”

“A year…” Hyunjin mumbled. “A fucken-”

“Let’s all sit together.” You suggested. “We have so much to catch up on!”

You took Mark’s hand and dragged him along, completely unaware of the dead glares he was getting from your friends. You sat at the edge of the table, so the only person at your side was Mark, which annoyed them all. Still, they focused on you, all smiles and giggles as you talked about your university days. For the most part they focused on you, but whenever their eyes landed on Mark they’d scowl. The boy was very quiet, silently uncomfortable, but also knowing he was very out of place at a reunion. He was only there as your plus one, and to support you. What mattered was that you were enjoying yourself above everything else.

“Excuse me for a moment.”

You got up and left the table. Although as soon as you were gone all your friends dropped their smile and turned their attention towards the supposed boyfriend.

“So.” Juyeon cleared his throat. “You’re dating y/n?”

“Yeah.”

“How did you meet?”

“Uh, we were in the same history class and got together for a project. We kinda just hit it off from there.”

“And what are your plans with her?” San asked.

“What?”

“Do you intend to marry her? Or are you just fooling around with her heart?”

“What!? I… we’re just dating right now and getting to know one another. She’s great, and I love having her around, so I don’t know, maybe she could be the one and we could get married down the line and-”

“She’s already engaged!” Yeonjun yelled.

“… wa… what?

“Uh…”

“She’s engaged?” Mark questioned. “She’s never mentioned anything like that before…”

“Obviously.” Wooyoung commented. “I bet she’s been dating around to make me jealous or something.”

“You? Are you her fiance?”

“Yes. And so-”

“I’m back!”

The seriousness quickly changed to smiles as you returned, all the boys watching you, although Mark was still confused.

“What did I miss?”

“Do you have a fiance?” Mark asked.

“What! Where did that come from?”

“They said they’re your fiance.”

“Excuse me!?” You stared at the boys. “Which one of you said that?”

“What?” San questioned. “It’s true.”

“What are you talking about?! I’m not engaged!”

“You are though.” Juyeon countered. “You made a promise to marry us.”

“When I was like five! That’s not real, and I don’t even remember everything clearly.”

“A promise is a promise.”

“Wow, you guys… that’s just unbelievable… Mark, let’s go. This was fun while it lasted.”

You took Mark’s hand and pulled him along, leaving the restaurant. Although the boys were quick to follow you out, pulling the two of you apart. Yeonjun wound up pinning Mark against the wall.

“Have you touched her?”

“That’s… that’s none of your business…” Mark stuttered.

“Let him go! You guys are being ridiculous!”

The yelling and scene back at the restaurant had drawn some attention, and some former classmates also came out to separate everyone. You didn’t wanna push the matter further so you just left with Mark.

🖤

“I’m gonna kill that guy.”

“Relax.” Hyunjin stated. “As if any of us thought that reunion was gonna go well.”

“I’m supposed to be okay knowing some guy is touching what’s mine!” Wooyoung snapped.

“Ours.” Juyeon corrected. “She’s our fiance.”

“I recall her asking me.”

“She said she wanted to marry all of us!” Yeonjun reminded. “Greedy little girl. So you have to share, Woo.”

“Doesn’t matter now, she has a damn boyfriend.”

“Which we have to get rid of.” Hyunjin said. “She’ll come to us if she’s hurt, and we can take her away from all this.”

“But how?” San asked.

“I have an idea. So let’s figure out who this Mark guy is first.”

No one really wanted anything to do with that guy, but they needed to know about him in order to get rid of him. For starters they needed to use your social to find him, and from there they could continue their plan. Once they had found his account they looked at his friend circle, the one separate from you. There were plenty of options to choose from. From there Hyunjin got to work by hacking into his account, and sending messages to his female friends. Talking about wanting more and looking for someone better.

Not all of them liked the messages, but Hyunjin kept them up, knowing they’d cause trouble and would eventually get back to you. Although to really mess things up, one day Hyunjin decided to message one of your friends through your boyfriend’s account. That was sure to get your attention. Hyunjin had been keeping an eye on your account as well, specifically the messages. No one had said anything to you about your boyfriend’s recent activities, so surely this supposed friend of yours would say something. If not they were gonna have to cut everyone out of your life. Thankfully, it looked like you did have some true friends besides them.

Hyunjin had also accessed your accounts. He’s been able to check all your socials and track your location since the reunion. When he saw the messages he excitedly showed the others. You finally knew of your boyfriend’s infidelity and were going to confront him that night. They were all looking forward to the show and decided to get a front row seat. Since they knew where you would be, they blended into the crowd and found you. It wasn’t long before the argument broke out and you started yelling. You drew a lot of attention, but you didn’t care.

“What is wrong with you!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play dumb with me, my friend told me everything! You messaged her trying to hook up with her and saying you were over me!”

“I would never do that!”

“Prove it! Show me your phone!”

Since Mark didn’t use social media much it was easy to use his account without his knowledge, as well as hiding messages until the right moment. Which was now. You looked through Mark’s phone, realizing he had messaged so many other girls. You threw the phone at him, treas stinging your eyes. Mark was confused and grabbed his phone, seeing all the messages as well.

“This isn’t me, y/n! My account must have been hacked! I would never-”

“Liar! We’re done!”

You didn’t want to hear more and just ran off. You couldn’t see clearly through your tears, so you ended up bumping into someone. You spilled their drink all over themselves, and a bit on you. Even with tears in your eyes you apologized, wiping them away as you tried to compose yourself.

“Sorry… sorry I didn’t…”

“Y/n? Are you okay? Why are you crying?”

“Huh?”

You noticed the person you had bumped into was Juyeon, and your tears came back all over again. He pulled you into his arms, softly rubbing your back.

“It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay.”

“You!”

Mark had run after you, and wound up catching up to you. He saw you in Juyeon’s arms and things immediately clicked.

“This is your fault! You hacked into my account and pretended to be me! You’re crazy obsessed with y/n and set me up!”

“Stop yelling!” Juyeon shouted, covering your ears. “Haven’t you done enough?”

Juyeon kept an arm around you and started leading you away. Mark tried to follow only to be yanked away from the crowd and into an alleyway. He was slammed against the wall and came face to face with San and Wooyoung, scowling at them both.

“I know you fuckers-”

“Stay away from our bride.”

The two kept the ex away until they got a message from Juyeon telling them you were out of the area. Wooyoung punched Mark in the gut, a warning sign to back off and stay away. Juyeon had taken you back to his place, wanting to have you somewhere safe where that jerk couldn’t find you. It was just the two of you at first, and you had no idea Juyeon lived with the others. You didn’t care though, you were already bawling your eyes out on the couch with Juyeon and weren’t gonna stop. The others came over to console you, offering you words of comfort. They even ordered some food, wanting you to get your strength back from all the crying. You wound up passing out at their place.

“She’s still so adorable.” Yeonjun whispered. “Makes me want to kiss her.”

“Don’t.” Juyeon said. “We broke them up, now we gotta help her heal.”

“It’s awesome just having her here.” San added. “But we should get her into an actual bed.”

“Dibs.” Hyunjin called. “She sleeps in my bed.”

You were carefully tucked into bed in Hyunjin’s room, being left to get a good night’s rest. When you woke up in the morning you certainly felt an ache in your chest from all the crying, and your face hurt too, especially under your eyes. It wasn’t until you were more awake that you realized this wasn’t your room, remembering where you actually were. Thankfully you had all your clothes on you, and didn’t feel weird besides the left over aches from the tears.

You got out of bed and carefully stepped out of the room. You could hear some noises down the hall and made your way over. That’s when the smell hit you and your stomach growled. You didn’t even know what time it was, but going by the sunlight that was peeking around, it was probably breakfast. Soon enough you came into the main area and saw the boys in the kitchen. They were all moving about whether it was cooking or setting the table. Eventually one of them noticed you and gave you a bright smile.

“Good morning, y/n.” Yeonjun smiled. “You’re just in time, breakfast is ready!”

“I… uh… I want to apologize for last night… I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine, y/n.” Juyeon assured. “Are you feeling better?”

“I don’t know… but I want to go home…”

“He’s probably waiting for you there.” San commented. “We blocked him on your phone since he kept calling, but still. Might be best to stay with us for a few days.”

“Maybe…”

“At least have breakfast with us first. We can talk when you have a full stomach.”

“Okay.”

You were a bit weary of their food, since you had no idea what kind of cooks they were, but the food was good. You knew they were right though, if you went home Mark would surely be around wanting to talk. It wasn’t a bad idea to stay here for a while, but the problem certainly was school. You still had classes, and that’s somewhere he could find you too. The boys offered to be your bodyguards, let you have as much peace as possible as you went on with your life. Two would accompany you at a time, always keeping a lookout. Although they couldn’t completely stop you from running into Mark. He wouldn’t get near you, but he’d be shouting out to you, wanting to talk, but you didn’t want to hear it right now. Of course he’d find a way.

“Y/n, please talk to me.”

“Let go!”

You had some back to back classes, so those few minutes between seemed like a safe time, but you were wrong. Mark had snuck up on you and grabbed you as you stepped out of class, pulling you away to talk.

“I never sent those messages. You know that’s not me. We’ve been together for nearly a year, when have I ever-”

“I don’t want to hear this right now.”

“Then when?”

“I don’t know… when I’m ready?”

“Then you shouldn’t be staying with those friends of yours. They did this to us in order to get close to you again, don’t you see that?”

“Mark-”

“They all say you’re their fiance, isn’t that weird to you?”

“A childhood thing.”

“That they’re still holding onto.”

“I’m gonna be late for class.”

“Talk to me, please, at some point down the line.”

It was a bit surprising that Mark let you go and walked away. Maybe you thought there would have been more yelling, but it just left you with a lot to think about. Back at the apartment you were with Hyunjin as he was working from home.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

“Hm?”

“You’re zoning out.”

“Oh, there’s just a lot on my mind.”

“You wanna talk about it.” Hyunjin sat down next to you. “I’m a good listener.”

“It’s okay, I should focus-”

You were caught off guard as Hyunjin pressed his lips to yours. You were still stunned as he pulled away, a soft smile on his lips. He looked at you like you were his whole world, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’re beautiful and worth the world. No one should be making you sad.”

“I… um… I’m grateful to have you guys around… I hope I haven’t been too much of a burden.”

“Not at all. We should take you out to dinner. A reward for being so strong all this time.”

You didn’t decline the offer, thinking a night out like that could distract you from all your troubles. It was good to just eat and reminisce about your youth. Talking about how you had been the last couple of years, and how you had grown up. It was only natural to have some drinks and to talk about other things too.

“How’s the love life?” San asked. “Did you date much?”

You chuckled. “No, just… I thought he could be the one…”

“You don’t have much experience in those things.” Wooyoung said. “It’s okay if things don’t work out, the first one doesn’t always work out.”

“Yeah… what about you guys? Any girl troubles?”

“We’ve been single.” Yeonjun explained. “We made a promise.”

“Gosh… we were just kids…”

“Why don’t you give us a chance though? We’re not kids anymore.”

“It’d be weird… five to one…”

“We have all the more love to give you.” Juyeon said. “We can take care of you, and you’d never really be alone.”

“It sounds so silly… but I don’t know… this was a good first date…”

You all had a good laugh, and a while later you went home. It was still too early to call it a night so you had some more drinks, and decided to play some games. You wound up passing out on the couch a while later. Yeonjun called dibs this time, carrying you in his arms and taking you to his room. He would have just left you to rest, but your arms were wrapped around his neck and weren’t letting go.

“Y/n… you gotta let go…”

“No… stay with me…”

“Okay, but you gotta sleep.”

“Hm…”

Yeonjun laid down with you, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close. You snuggled against him, slowly drifting off to sleep in his warmth. Come morning you were still warm, but alone bundled up in a blanket. You still felt a bit tipsy, but were starting to wake up. As you looked around you heard a chime, seeing a laptop on Yeonjun’s desk. You got up and went over to see what the noise was about, a shocked look on your face when you saw the screen. It was Mark’s profile on social, and it was logged in. You looked at the account, seeing all the hidden messages.

You knew some of the boys had gone into a career of cyber security, which meant they totally could hack into accounts. You couldn’t believe this, starting to feel sober. You looked around and found your clothes, making your way out. The boys saw you and greeted you, but you ignored them, going over to get your shoes. They didn’t like your cold attitude and went over to stop you. They were very confused, and you knew they weren’t just gonna let you go like this. So you had to talk.

“Let go!”

“What’s wrong?” Wooyoung asked.

“Seriously? I know you’re all a bunch of liars.”

“What?”

“Mark was right. You guys hacked into his account and sent all those messages pretending to be him. You’re all fucken sick!”

“Y/n, that’s not true!”

“Yes it is! All over some dumb promise! I cannot believe any of you!”

“It’s not dumb.” Hyunjin hissed.

Suddenly Juyeon and Yeonjun had you pinned to the wall. You told them to let go, that they were hurting you, but they didn’t listen.

“We swore to us that you would marry us, and you are going to keep that promise!”

“Fuck you!”

The two holding you down dragged you back into the apartment. They didn’t take you to one of their rooms this time, but to another one that had always been locked and off limits to you. Hyunjin unlocked the door and you were taken in. It was just like any of the other rooms, except for the chains. They chained down your ankle, San and Wooyoung patted you down to get your phone off you and anything else you had.

“What are you doing!”

“This is for your own good.” San explained.

“This isn’t right! This is kidnapping! You think I’d ever love you under these circumstances!?”

“We can treat you right.” Juyeon said. “And we won’t let you run away from us anymore.”

With that said the boys left you alone. You tried to follow them but the chain went taunt and you were left alone. You screamed at them, but they didn’t hear any of it. You collapsed against the bed, staring up at the ceiling and wondering what you were going to do.

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“She’ll come around.” Hyunjin assured. “We just need time.”

“We can make her happy in many ways.” Juyeon added. “She just doesn’t know it yet.”

All of a sudden they heard some loud thumping noises and rushed back into the room. They saw that you were trying to break the chains, so they quickly moved to stop you, Wooyoung running off to get a sedative to calm you down.

“It’s okay.” Wooyoung cooed. “Everything’s going to be alright.”

You giggled. “You’re funny…”

“Very.”

Wooyoung kissed your head, gently petting you. It felt like a tickle, and you could barely see clearly.

“You know… we’ve wanted you for so long…”

“Don’t try anything.” Yeonjun warned.

“I won’t.”

“Y/n.” Hyunjin sat down next to you. “I wanted to ask something, and I hope you can answer me honestly.”

“Hm…”

“Are you a virgin?”

“… yeah… it’s scary…”

“Awe, you did save yourself for us.” Juyeon smiled. “That’s sweet.”

“We won’t make it scary.” San said. “And we’ll commemorate the moment properly when the time comes.”

You were starting to lose consciousness, and they knew they needed to leave you to rest. They tucked you in and each of them placed a kiss on your head.

“We love you, don’t forget that.”

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ooo---hazelgrimm---ooo · 6 months

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Sun and Moon

Alright the beginning is completely Billy's redemption because he deserved redemption not death. And honestly Max hurting in S4 killed me. So, Max gets her brother back. Eventually BH x Reader.

Neil goes to far and someone very unlikely fights back, Billy realizes his sister and Stepmother actually do love him. Unfortunately sometimes love hurts and you have to hurt the people you love to save them.

Also this does kind of bounce around for a bit between the present, past, and Billy and Max's childhood.

Beeaaa-Beeeeep!

"I'm coming!" Max shouted running out of the door, Billy came out behind her carrying his bag over his shoulder.

"Code Gray Code Gray." A large group of kids and young adults sat in the hospital waiting area.

"That's probably our angry little asshole." Steve muttered. El turned on him sharply, glaring.

"My sister! Where the fuck is my sister!" He fought against the security as they secured him to the bed with padded restraints.

"Someone get me some Oxazepam." The nurses and doctors were in full PPE. A nurse injected a small dose of tranquilizer into his IV line as he fought.

"Mr. Hargrove! You need to remain still. You were involved in a major fire, there are wounds and burns covering fifteen percent of your body. Your sister is fine."

"No no. You don't understand it wasn't a fire." He shook his head violently, "There was this monster, my little sister, she's in danger."

"That is the trauma and morphine talking." A doctor whispered quietly to Neil, Susan, and Max. They had his bed turned so they couldn't see anything but the top of Billy's blonde curls through the glass. All they could hear from the room was Billy's shouts. "He might say some very strange things." Billy threw his head back violently onto the pillow as the doctor started walking away.

"He's not going to get rest and his condition is only going to worsen." One of the nurses muttered.

"Fuck! Why is nobody listening to me?! Max needs help!" He called out.

"Give me a gown." Max demanded.

"Sweetie no he's badly burned you don't want to see-" Susan started.

"She said he won't get better, if he's freaking out like this he won't get better. Give me a gown, give me gloves, mask, whatever I need to be able to go in there with him. I'll keep him calm and the doctors can fix him." Max assured them, "I won't be scared."

Billy still looked like Billy to her. What the doctors mistook for burns were the wounds from the mindslayer, they probably just didn't believe what was in front of them and chalked it up to the most logical thing. By the time they had finally let her into the room the medicine they gave Billy had kicked in so now Max sat on a rickety shitty chair waiting for him to wake up again as she held his hand. Eventually she too fell asleep.

A strange feeling woke Max, before she realized someone was messing with her hair. She sat up quickly, Billy's eyes looked bloodshot and tired.

"Hey." She whispered quietly. Billy's eyes turned down, "Please look at me."

" I can't. Your face-" Billy's hands clenched at his side as he forced his head up. Those were Billy's eyes, that's how Max knew he was there.

Neil had left. Max's mom has wandered off to the waiting room to find some sleep.

"Billy that was the Mindflayer." He was looking away in the distance.

"That thing, it showed me horrible horrible things. And then when it took over completely…" Billy shook his head, "I turned into my father."

"Billy, that thing was using your body, I know you'd never hit me if it was really you."

"Not just then. Before, before the mindflayer. How I yelled at you and jerked you around, I turned into him." He swallowed, "I was just-"

"You were in pain. El, she saw into your mind she told me everything-" Billy paled.

"How much is everything?" Max swallowed.

"Your dad yelling at you for not being good at baseball, your parents fighting, your mom leaving. You beating up some kid up and calling him a pussy, meeting me."

"I swear to God Max, I did some shitty things because I'm a fucking dick. But most of it I was protecting you, I was trying to prepare you, give you a thicker skin because I wasn't going to be around forever. And I'll be damned if I have to bury another sibling." It was out before he could stop it.

"Another?" Billy shook his head. His voice echoed in her mind, much younger back in California.

'Stay away from the stairs you little punk. That's why there's a baby gate up, to keep babies like you away.' The house had a long wooden staircase that led into the backyard that they never used.

That tattered broken baby gate that was cracked and leaned up against the top of the stairs. The downstairs neighbors that would always seem uneasy when Neil would be alone with her and Billy. When she was little she thought Billy was just jealous that he didn't want his dad spending any alone time with her. Billy just didn't want Max to replace him, as a punching bag.

And why Billy seemed to relax when she went straight from the fight to his mother leaving. Something happened in between, something way worse than anything else. Max understood, but why didn't he just tell her, they could have faced this together.

"It's ok Billy. We don't have to talk about it." Max told him between tears she didn't know she was crying.

"What the fuck is going on? With Hawkins, with your little friend with superpowers?"

"We will tell you everything, but first you have to get out of the ICU."

"I don't want to get better." Billy said quietly.

"Don't talk like that. We're together now you got that? You're stuck with me and I'm stuck with you but I'm not going to let anything hurt you again. I'm going to protect you, like you've been protecting me. Billy I knew immediately that you weren't you when I saw you after the mind flayer got you. Yeah I was in denial at first, but do you want to know how I knew?"

"Because it called you my sister." Billy croaked.

"No. I have always been your sister. I could see it in your eyes. They weren't my brother's eyes, not entirely." Billy wrapped his arms around her as best as he could.

"You tell anyone I went soft on you-"

"You won't do anything, you love me." Max curled into him some.

They crowded into Billy's small room on one of the main floors.

"Hawkins. Bumfuck Hawkins Indiana is a hotspot for interdemntional fucking monsters and people with superpowers from a lab. And a bunch of kids have been fighting them off." Billy shook his head in disbelief. "So what do we do now?"

"I'm sorry 'we'?" Harrington asked.

"Nothing. We do nothing, the mind flayer is dead. We go back to normal and hope it stays that way." Max answered.

"Shit." Billy muttered.

Billy was still a dick most of the time, but not the same kind of dick he was before. Now that Max saw him a little clearer it became evident that he was trying before.

He had taught Max to drive. To ride a skateboard. Those were all things he had done in California. Neil was an asshole and her mom was always busy.

And though he had done those things in a roundabout dickish way he had done them without being asked without being told.

And those days that sent Max into panic, when Neil would come flying at Billy with fist and voices raised. Maybe Billy's slow steps back weren't cowarding, maybe they were leading Neil away. Leading him away from Max and her mom.

Now, Billy was very obviously intentionally doing things for her. Bonding with her.

A loud whistle would ring through Cherry Lane and Max would come running. At first Billy would have some excuse. 'Your running in the store and grabbing food.' 'I need you to get me a pack of Reds.' 'The new girl at the arcade is hot.' Then it became clear. He just wanted his little sister by his side.

Trees, houses, everything whizzed by. Max grabbed a hold of Billy's arm and held him tightly.

"I'm scared." She whispered to him, burrowing her head into his arm.

"I'm scared." The ocean was roaring in his ears, he was sitting next to his mom staring at the crashing waves, "It looks hard."

"You can do hard things." She promised him, "Now, up and at 'em. You are so strong and I believe in you." Somewhere in the back of his mind he could hear yelling.

"Your alright sweetie just sit back please and buckle up." Susan jittered nervously. Max shook her head holding on tighter to Billy's arm. He turned his arm over in her grip and laid a hand on her head, pressing her into his upper arm more in a strange hug.

"It's going to be okay."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Was muffled by his shoulder.

"We've still got Billy baby, he's not going anywhere." Susan promised Max.

"This one's got a pulse!" Max's heart stopped. Which one? A fire burned behind them, Starcourt Mall seconds from being reduced to ash, the pavement smelled like motor oil and mucky rain. The irony was suffocating, the last time she remembered this particular smell her and Billy were much younger in California. Racing to find Neil's truck in the parking lot of the carnival before Billy paid the price for Max insisting to play that stupid duck game over and over.

Billy sat on the ride home nursing a bruised wrist from how tightly Neil had yanked him into the truck. Max sat playing with her prize and Billy snatched it from her and tossed her new stuffed animal out the window.

He took his bike out the next morning and found it in a pile of mud, though he would never admit that he was the one who went and grabbed it off the side of the road.

"Mary mother of God." They were yanking on his bloody arm, pulling blonde curls out of the black bag.

"Someone grab me something with suction, anything, I need to clear his airway now!"

"Turn him over, turn him over!" Then that horrible retching that sounded like Billy was throwing his guts up but meant one thing, Billy was alive.

"He's breathing!!!"

Max sprinted across the parking lot as they pulled Billy from the body bag onto a stretcher.

"Pulse is dimming." The paramedic called out.

"Billy no!" Max had gasped, wrapping her arms around his, "Please don't go again." Max whimpered, "I need you."

"Pulse is stronger. Kid, keep talking." Max jumped in the ambulance with them and El followed.

"She's his sister too." Max lied.

It all started with dinner. Billy had heard raised voices, he turned off his radio.

"We'll pick it up then!" One of the cabinets slammed. Billy came out of his room, and headed into the kitchen. "You got a problem, son?" Neil asked when he saw him.

"No sir." Billy started grabbing silverware and cups for the table. Max was kneeled down cleaning up a plate. Billy sat everything on the counter and kneeled down to help her.

"Oh no." Neil scoffed, "Get your ass up. We're teaching the little princess responsibility."

Everything after that was a bit of a blur. Max said something Neil considered smart. Neil grabbed her. Billy shoved him off without thinking and Neil pinned him to the wall with an arm to his throat.

Billy couldn't breathe, this was finally it. His old man finally snapped to the point where he was going to kill him.

Everything was fuzzy around the edges, Billy tried to find somewhere to look. He didn't want the last thing on earth that he saw to be Neil's anger or the look of terrified horror on Max's face. There was a weird noise and Billy fell to the floor gasping. Max was beside him holding him and he slung an arm over her shoulder.

He had to get his feet under him, had to get up, had to get Max behind him, block her from Neil so he couldn't hurt her next.

"Oh my God is he dead?!" Max was asking. Billy's eyes finally focused on what was going on around him.

Susan was holding the frying pan, Neil was on the ground knocked out.

"Get your things, quickly." Susan was telling Max. And then his little sister and stepmother were gone from the kitchen. Billy forced himself to his feet leaning heavily on the counter. It could have been an hour or five minutes Billy wasn't sure. Susan came rushing back in, pulling a coffee can down from its hiding place in the cabinet. She took a wad of cash from it, stuffing it into her bag.

"Billy, sweetie." She was touching his arm and he pulled away from her a bit harshly. "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." She mistook his anger, "Max is grabbing you some clothes and your stuff for your hair. I already put your moms seashells in the car. Is there anything else important to you that we can't replace?" Billy looked confused. "Oh. Oh! I'm so sorry! He's your father, I shouldn't have assumed you would want to leave with Max and I. It's just- well Billy I know I'm not your mother but I care about you and I just can't stand him putting his hands on you any longer. We just almost lost you and I-I-" Susan got teary eyed as she stumbled over her words.

"You're taking me with you?"

"Of course." Susan choked, "Your my son- stepson- but-" Billy hugged her tightly.

"Plus I have a car." Susan didn't. After Billy's mom's escape Neil ensured that Susan would never be able to get her own car.

Susan was already in the car, Billy was behind Max.

"What are you doing Shitbird?" He asked as she stalled at the door. She was breathing heavily and suddenly she turned rushing past him. Billy followed after her as she rushed back into the kitchen. "Woah woah woah!" He yelled as she yanked a large butcher knife out of the knife block. She gave him a disbelieving look as she held the damn thing next to her like Micheal Myers. She cut the phone cord, shoving the phone down into the garbage disposal for good measure.

"I'm not going to kill him!"

Billy internally sighed in relief, "You did try and take a bat to my balls, after your little boyfriend kicked them." He followed after her as she went to the living room, cutting the cord to that phone as well. Max snatched Neil's keys off the hook, dropping the knife. The horn on the Camaro blew.

"I'm coming!" Max shouted running out of the door, Billy came out behind her carrying his bag over his shoulder. Billy threw some more stuff in the trunk and opened the driver door for Max. She put Neil's keys in his hand.

"Put all that stupid baseball he made you play to use." Max told him before ducking into the backseat. Billy breathed deeply, tossing the keys up into the air once before chunking them as hard as he could to the treeline. Billy always had been a great pitcher.

Billy pulled into the next gas station. Max was slumped on his arm funny and it couldn't be comfortable. Susan stirred immediately when the car stopped.

"You're okay." Billy promised. He turned in his seat to lay Max down in the back.

"How far have we gone?"

"Three hours, we just crossed into Michigan." He told her quietly. Susan rubbed Billy's forearm, for the first time she actually looked very sad.

"I need to make a call." She swallowed looking teary, "Billy I need you to take care of Max for me." Billy's hands tightened on the wheel.

"You can't abandon her."

"I'm not! But- he's going to come looking for me." She took a deep breath, "You know that and I know that. It doesn't matter if it's tonight or next week he's going to come looking for me. I can not put my kids in danger." She was right, he knew that deep down.

"Fine. Whatever helps you sleep at night. I've got Max, I'll take care of her."

"I knew you would."

Billy had smoked through his pack and bought another before the old Wagoneer and Mercedes pulled in. Billy watched as the Mercedes did a lap through the parking lot before idealing in the pullout. An older dark haired woman hopped out of the Wagoneer, pulling Susan into her arms.

"It's so good to see you again, San Diego feels like yesterday."

"Joanna." Susan sighed, hugging her back tightly. Billy sighed, reaching back to shake Max awake.

"Hmm?"

"You need to go talk to your mom."

"Why what's happening?!" She jumped into the front seat, looking out to where Susan was hugging Joanna.

"Max, listen. Whatever she tells you, act like it's fine, tell her you love her. Once you're back in the car and we are away you can scream, cry, kick. Whatever you need, but for now go tell Susan that everything is going to be ok." Max nodded solemnly and got out of the car. He watched, unable to do anything while Susan held Max tightly. He watched as his sister shrunk into herself and just nodded, she hugged her mom again tightly and the three women walked back to the Camaro. Susan put Max into the passenger side still saying a very tearful goodbye while Max told her that it was okay and everything was going to be ok. Joanna came to Billy's side of the car.

"Just follow my girl, y'all will be staying with her for a bit." She pointed to the Mercedes. Billy nodded and after Joanna pulled Susan away, he pulled in behind the black car.

"You ok?" Billy asked Max quietly as they pulled into the street. Max nodded.

"I'm fine." She unbuckled her seat belt. "Totally fine." Climbed into the back seat lying down. "Everything is great actually." Pulled one of the pillows over her face, "Amazing!" (Muffled) and then, she screamed and screamed holding the pillow tightly to her face. A while after the screaming stopped, Billy pulled the pillow away so she would smother herself. "I hate Neil."

"Me too." Billy agreed, "Who was that lady?"

"Joanna?"

"Yeah."

"She used to babysit me when I was younger, before you."

"Alright."

"Her and YN." They pulled in at a small yellow two story house.

"Whose YN?" Billy asked, just as the driver door to the Mercedes swung open.

"Her." Max nodded toward you as you stepped out of the car.

"Holy shit." Billy scoffed.

#stranger things #billy hargrove x oc #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #max mayfield

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cowboyfromh3ll · 6 months

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AHHHH FANTASTIC!!!!!!

okay so , I'll just send one for kieran.. I LOVE SEEING OTHeR PEOPLE WRITE FOR HIM BECAUSE I DO SO MUCH :) <3

so for a request, maybe it's after kieran gets off the tree, and the reader (either gender neutral or fem but its up to you! <3) notices he has a slight limp and he complains about his back hurting a bunch, so the reader is like

"well why don't you come to my tent tonight and i'll help you out?" and kieran (reluctantly) agrees , and supposedly he's just getting a back massage

so in the evening he goes to readers tent, they/she has a lantern and a bottle of oil and shes like "go on and take off your shirt", SEEMINGLY innocently (and it'd be better tbh if they/she didn't ACTUALLY have any intentions)

so he does and they start giving him a back massage, maybe straddling the back of his thighs as they do so and at first its quiet, and it feels SO. SO good and kieran moans by accident

and, they're like.. 😳 okay.. but they keep going and say nothing , and things start getting a bit more tense when he keeps moaning and reader feels him squirm and sees him trying to rut his hips into their cot ..

... and things get.. spicy...

THIS IS DEF NOT SELF INDULGENT AND I HOPE ITS NOT TOO MUCH!!!! I HOPE ITS OKAY TO ASK FOR THIS ITS TOTALLY OKAY IF NOT BUT PLEASE I'D LOVE TO SEE THIS AND YOU'RE WRITING IS AMAZING !!! TAKE YOUR TIME <333333 :(

Heaven Is A Bedroom

(Kieran Duffy x Fem!Reader Smut)

I didn't edit this 🖤

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex

Kieran was broken for good, though the weepy, petulant state he occupied for the first few weeks after being tied to the tree did thankfully fade. He’d been starved and humiliated, something you never partook in, but you did occasionally go and chat with him, offering him any food you did have. Admittedly, you had harbored disdain for Kieran initially, looking down on him for his status as an O’Driscoll, but it was only after seeing how pathetic of a state the man truly was in that you began pitying him. Even if others were around to watch you, you would unabashedly go over and clean Kieran up, spoon feeding him what you could, and talking to him about mundane little topics. You also hadn’t been shy about telling anyone who chastised you to fuck off, arguing that you were grown and could do what you wanted. Kieran himself had been hesitant to accept your services, who could blame him, but seeing how you were so passionate about doing it, and how he didn’t have many options, he took what he could from you.

You watched on in slight amusement as Bill terrorized Kieran, a burgeoning sense of annoyance rising in you when you saw him with glowing red shears in his hand. If it were anyone else, you would’ve swatted their hands away, but you did not want to deal with Bill. You couldn’t help but gasp and ogle when they forced Kieran’s pants down. Part of you wanted to yell at them to stop, another part of you wanted to laugh at just how unfortunate the situation was. It seemed as though every time Kieran’s pain and suffering reached its crescendo, it somehow managed to reach infinite more peaks. You dare not look at Kieran for too long, granting him some sort of dignity.

In a matter of minutes, Kieran had managed to find himself relieved from his restraints, being untied so he could lead a few of the men to who knows where. You watched on in vague interest, relieved he had managed to rid the camp of a few of the men. ‘If only he had taken Micah with him’ you thought. Besides your own catty thoughts, you made a mental note of Kieran’s limp. You smiled in excitement at the opening that presented itself to you. Offering a massage to Kieran might be another act of kindness you could grant him, helping him feel more at home. Perhaps Kieran’s hearty reserves of suffering made him pliable enough to accept such an invitation.

After their return to camp, you had been one of the first to hear from Arthur about Kieran’s brave act in saving him. Rather heroic for someone so callus he claimed. The story was quite delightful, certainly affirming the fact that he was deserving of a massage. A prize for such a victory you thought.

“Hey Kieran.” You approached him with a cup of coffee in hand. The way he turned to look at you was akin to a child being caught doing something they weren’t supposed to do, even though he was only brushing the horses.

“Oh, hey, (Name).” His voice cracked with nervous inflection. That same timid pronunciation that made you feel a sense of endearment for him.

“I heard about what you did today.” You smiled while taking a sip of your coffee. “Real brave of ya, saving the life of the camp’s big, strong man.” You giggled, motioning over towards Arthur.

“Yeah well, I feel like if I didn’t then Bill or John would’ve thought I was the one who killed Arthur then killed me…” He said sheepishly. The two of you stood there awkwardly, processing the morbid implications of his remark. Kieran wanted to slap himself.

“But uh, I managed to gain my freedom! In a way, even though I’m not allowed outside of camp, at least I’m not tied to that tree anymore. They almost let me go entirely, but I had to argue with ‘em a bit…” You nodded in understanding. Kieran was right, a decent point of contention was the fact that he saved Arthur’s life. And was riding with the gang not more freeing than the gripping fear of looming death by Colm O’Driscoll himself had he not continued to stay with the gang?

“Well I noticed you were limping there.” You pointed out his awkward gait, circling your finger as you looked at his legs.

“Yeah well, being tied to a tree ain’t too comfortable. My back hurts real bad.” Kieran stretched, and as if on cue, his back cracked painfully loud, causing you to wince.

“Well if you’d like, I can give you a massage.”

The forwardness of your request caused Kieran to choke on his own spit, and you watched on in concern as he gripped his chest, doubling over as he tried to gather himself. His face flushed so hard you thought something might rupture if any more blood arrived.

“If you’d like of course… you don’t gotta… accept.”

“No! No, I mean, I’d appreciate it very much, yes.” He interjected, nodding overzealously. You smiled in satisfaction, nodding to yourself.

“Alright then! I’ll see you in my tent tonight.”

If anyone were around you and heard that sentence they might have thought you were inviting Kieran to sleep with you. Kieran seemed to have had the same thought when he realized how suggestive the invitation sounded, but he did not want to pop your bubble of obliviousness. Nor did he think that’s what you were suggesting anyways. Kieran was at least given something to look forward to that night.

Upon his arrival to your tent, he might as well have been greeted by you stark naked. Because in seeing the low light of the singular oil lamp and the bottle of oil, his mind went straight to the gutter. Though your enthusiasm to help overrode any sensual thoughts he might’ve had. Your wide smile and rosy cheeks looked far too innocent to be entertaining such thoughts.

“Hey Kieran!” You greeted, patting the cot next to you. You rested on your knees, waiting for Kieran to make himself comfortable. He continued to stand at the flaps of your tent in consideration, giving this whole ordeal a second thought. He definitely wanted it, but he had never had this done to him before; he simply didn’t want to embarrass himself. Adding to that, what if this whole proposition was part of some twisted, elaborate prank you had set up with a few of the others to embarrass him.

“Get in here already!” You ushered, dragging him in by the arm, effectively leaving any doubts he had outside the tent. He laughed dryly to himself, feeling his muscles tense up even more. He stood there awkwardly, as if he were instructed to carry out a bank robbery and was sent in without a single instruction; he didn’t know what to do.

“Take off your shirt.” You instructed, opening the bottle of oil and rubbing it on your hands. The glowing light from the lamp gave your hands an orange glow. The instruction caused Kieran’s mind to go to the gutter once again. Shakily, he began unbuttoning the front of his shirt, his eyes darting from his shirt then to you with each button he undid. As more of his torso was revealed, he began to fidget uncomfortably. He felt your eyes boring through his torso as he slid his shirt off hesitantly. After weeks of malnourishment, he had suddenly become incredibly self conscious of his body. He looked back up at you once again and felt a small sense of relief when he saw your smile.

“Alright, now lay down.” You patted the cot once again and moved aside to make room for him to climb on. He grunted as he adjusted himself, letting out a sigh he didn’t know he had been holding when he relaxed his limbs and released his full weight onto the cot. His muscles went rigid when he felt you move onto his back, straddling the back of his thighs and putting your body weight on him.

He pushed himself up with his forearms frantically, looking back at you.

“W-W-Wait what are you doing?!” He swallowed hard, beginning to tremble. He felt as though you might call Bill or Arthur in any second now.

“I’m just getting into position! Relax…” Kieran’s eyes widened when your slipper hands slid onto his shoulders, giving them a squeeze before gently pushing his chest back against the cot again. You realized how much he was trembling, pursing your lips when you realized how much work you had to do.

“Alright…” He tried to relax for you, putting his arms to his side, a gesture of vulnerability that was a milestone for him. He heard you giggle to yourself above him, blowing hot air onto your hands before touching his shoulders once again. You dug your digits into the knots in his shoulders, pressing in circular motions. It took everything in Kieran to not unleash the most embarrassing sounds of his lives.

The massage was undeniably good. You’d first worked on his shoulders, alternating between cupping one of your hands in a c shape and dragging along his traps, to using your thumbs to dig into the muscles. You grimaced when you felt the knots shift beneath your fingers, admittedly becoming a little squeamish. Sometimes you’d even go in with your elbow.

“You’re real tense.” You’d comment, to which he laughed bashfully. “Yeah…”

You reached for the bottle of oil next to your foot, leaning down before unscrewing it and pouring more into your hand. Some of the thick liquid seeped through your fingers and dripped onto Kieran’s lower back, to which he would arch his stomach off the cot momentarily. Your hands traveled from his shoulders down along his dorsi, where you’d form your hands into knuckles and dug them in, dragging them along the muscle. Kieran would let out the occasional curse or hiss, to which you’d both laugh at. But when you began massaging a particularly sore spot, he let out an incipient moan.

You froze; Kieran felt you freeze. You both sat there in a mortified silence as you let the awkwardness from what you’d just heard settle in. You let out a pithy laugh to try and cut the tension, feeling just how rigid Kieran’s thighs had gotten under you.

“You uh, must be really enjoying yourself.” You joked stiffly.

“Yeah…” Was all he could say in return; he sounded incredibly strained.

You continued to massage him in silence, grunting occasionally as you put your weight into working his muscles loose. He let out a few more squeaks and groans out, and eventually you felt Kieran shift under you, and you almost wanted to chastise him and tell him to stay still, when you realized he was rutting into your cot.

You retracted your hands, making varying facial expressions until your jaw opened slightly, eyes widening. He was grinding into your cot. You realized what he was trying to do. You slid off his thighs, confusing him. He looked back at you confused, hoisting himself up on his elbows to look at you.

“What happened?” He asked. Though he wasn’t completely oblivious as to your reasoning. A sense of depreciation began to spread through his shoulders like a cold wind; had he completely weirded you out by moaning. He felt his stomach turn when he saw you sit before him on the ground next to the cot, looking at the ground as you tried to find your words. You eventually found it in yourself to look up at him, opening your mouth to speak, though it would be a moment before you actually said anything.

“Do you… want me to touch you?” You asked.

Kieran laid there and stared at you, bewildered. Did you mean what he thought you meant? Touch how? He wanted to ask, but he didn’t want to sound dumb. Perhaps you just meant keep touching him, as in a massage, but it had already been established that you were allowed to. He turned on the cot to better face you, forgetting himself momentarily and revealing his erection to you. Your eyes moved towards it and remained on it, indicating what you truly meant to Kieran. His breaths became shaky with apprehensiveness as he clenched and unclenched his fists. Slowly he nodded, unable to get the words out. There was an underlying sense of adolescence in the way the two of you were so nervous. Kieran sat up and leaned his back against the tent, scooting over slightly to the left to allow you room to sit next to him. You both carried yourself with uneasiness, not sure how to proceed and move this moment along.

“Uh…can I…?” You trailed off, making an unbuttoning motion with your hand before pointing at his pants. He stared at you before nodding, suddenly feeling his throat become dry. With shaky hands, you undid the front of his jeans, pushing them open before sliding your hand in. Your fingers combed through his pubic hair before you felt his appendage, pausing and giving yourself a mental pep talk before gripping his base. You pulled his cock out slowly, revealing it to yourself. The dim lighting of the tent made it difficult to see clearly, yet you could see his glistening tip when you tugged on his cock. Kieran was sucking in shaky breaths as you studied it, feeling a wave of self consciousness as you kept looking.

“Oh!” You suddenly pulled away, exclaiming excitedly. You reached for the bottle of oil, uncorking it before splashing some more onto your hands carelessly. In your haste, your nightgown staining with the liquid, a problem you would worry about later. He suddenly felt all the more excited watching you lather your hands in the oil, the light shining on them to make them appear waxy and slick. Carefully, you picked up his cock again and slowly slid your hand down his length, reveling in the wanton groan he let out. He threw his head back before lolling it to the side.

“Don’t be too loud…” You hushed. “We don’t wanna get found out!”

The very idea of people knowing caused a shudder to rack through Kieran. He could already imagine the weeks of teasing he’d have to endure. All the terrible phrases and words that would be tossed around. Not to mention, you’d also probably be on the receiving end of some bullying as well. You began stroking his cock, a consistent slick sound becoming distinct with each pump of your hand. You bit your bottom lip in concentration, using the pitch and volume of his moans to pick up on what you should and shouldn’t do. Soon enough, his erection was glistening with a mix of pre cum and oil. You laughed breathlessly, giddy that you were doing this right now.

Excitement replaced apprehension as the two of you continued, and you subsequently allowed Kieran to pull your nightgown off. It took some convincing on your behalf, insisting he was allowed to look and touch, but he eventually worked up the courage to do it. He looked from your breasts back at you as if asking for permission. You nodded with a smile, beckoning his touch. He trembled as he cupped your breasts, seemingly fascinated by the soft globes of flesh in his hands, particularly the feeling of your hardening nipples poking into his palm. He forgot about his erection, insteading focusing on touching you now. His hands slid down your sides, tickling you and making you squirm.

“I’m ticklish…” You chided playfully, grabbing his wrists. Your face lit up to indicate you had another idea, and you reached for the bottle of oil again. You demanded Kieran show his hands so that you could pour oil on them, doing him the favor of rubbing the substance in.

“Rub me all over.” You raised your brows and moved your shoulders side to side playfully, your breasts moving in tandem. More confidently this time, Kieran ran his hands over your, stopping to squeeze your breasts before traveling down towards your hips. He repeated this in circular motions, properly oiling you up. You squirmed and gasped, half from pleasure and half from feeling ticklish.

Without warning, you got up and removed your bloomers, the only article of clothing you were left wearing. Kieran gasped in surprise, not sure himself how far this was going to get. He supposed he got his answer. You stopped and turned to look at him before stepping out of them.

“What?” You asked in confusion.

“Oh, I didn’t know we’d be…” He trailed off, still unsure about the implications. You looked down at your feet, realizing your brashness.

“Oh…We don’t have to if you don't want to!” You reassured, making a motion to pull your bloomers back on. You felt a tinge of embarrassment; perhaps you had also misread the situation?

“No no, I want to…” He nodded and cleared his throat. “Only if you want to…” He added.

You smiled widely, feeling a non sexual urge of adoration for him. “Yes, I want to too.”

You hurriedly kicked your bloomers off before walking towards the cot. You placed a lithe hand on Kieran’s chest and pushed him to lay flat on the cot. Quickly, you poured even more oil onto your hands and rubbed it on your cunt, gasping at your ministrations. He raised his hips to aid you in shuffling his pants lower before you straddled his hips. You pushed your pubis into him, releasing low moans in unison.

Hurriedly, you lifted your hips as he assisted you in inserting himself. You sat down on his lap fully, taking his engorged cock in all at once. You placed a hand over Kieran’s mouth as you began bouncing on his lap, the only sounds in the room being his muffled moans and the slapping of skin on skin. You bit your lip to prevent yourself from being loud, rather focusing all your attention on raising and lowering yourself.

Your thighs burned at the repeated action, but you willed yourself to continue, only stopping momentarily to keep the burning at bay before continuing quickly after. Kieran came quickly after, but you kept going. Even when his muffled moans turned into high pitched whines from overstimulation, you chased your own release.

You retracted your hand, smirking down at Kieran. He looked completely debauched, his face red and sweaty, eyes watering from pleasure. You teased him by playing with your tits, rubbing even more oil on them as you pulled and squeezed your own nipples. He looked hypnotized by the way they bounced with each motion. Eventually, you trailed a hand down between your legs, spreading your glistening folds for Kieran so he could watch as you rubbed your clit. You threw your head back and let loose a string of curses, cumming all over Kieran’s cock with fervor.

You stilled on his lap, smiling as you gasped and tried to catch your breath. You looked down at Kieran who was smiling back at you. Kieran remained in you as you laid down on his chest, ear to his heart as you listened to it gradually slow down.

“Wow.” He gasped, causing you to giggle.

“Wow, indeed.” You added. The two of you laid there silently, basking in the afterglow of sex.

“Did you like your massage?” You asked suddenly, craning your neck to face him.

“Yes, definitely. Especially the part that came after.” He joked. Your laughter was cut off by angry footsteps outside your tent.

“Are you two done yet?!” It was Bill. “Camp isn’t exactly the most private area y’know!”

The two of you looked at eachother, a look of shared knowledge as you braced yourselves for the weeks of teasing waiting down the line for you.

Heaven Is A Bedroom - TV Girl

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption 2 x reader #red dead redemption community #van der linde gang x reader #writing #red dead fanfiction #Kieran Duffy #kieran duffy x reader #kieran duffy fluff #Kieran Duffy x reader smut #Kieran duffy smut

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michelleleewise · 2 years

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The Proposal

Pairing: Sugardaddy Loki x female reader

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, kidnapping, knives, blood, violence (yes I added it twice to he sure), duct tape, forced restraints, torture, Amber being a whole warning....(I tried not to go too overboard, but this girl crazy)

*** please read the warnings for this one!!! Amber has gone full tilt crazy. I don't want to upset anyone so please please be cautious!!!

Summary: you wake up not knowing where you are, and try to piece everything together....

Part Seventeen-

You slowly opened your eyes, looking up you could barely make anything out when the lights flipped on making you flinch. "Ah, your finally awake, I may have added too much." You heard Amber laughing. You tried to turn realizing you couldn't move. You looked down seeing duct tape wrapped around your stomach and legs, your arms held down to your sides. You frantically looked around at the decrepit building trying to process what was happening as Amber stepped in front of you.

"To think he chose you over me." She said looking down at you. You tried to say something realizing she had taped your mouth as well. "You aren't going anywhere so stop trying." She said walking over to a table picking up your phone and a knife. "Now, down to business." She said striding back over. "Im gonna need to know your password." She said ripping the tape off of your mouth making you scream. "Help! Someone help me!" You screamed when Amber punched your nose hard whipping your head to the side. "Shut up will you, no one can hear you. There's no one for miles." She smiled leaning down "password...now." she growled.

You gave her the password tasting the blood running from your nose watching her go through your phone. "Aaww, he's worried about you.....how sweet." She said through gritted teeth as she typed something before putting it in her pocket. "Now, where were we....oh yes...." She said taking the knife pressing it to your cheek "I must admit you are kinda pretty, but let's see if he still wants you when I'm done...." She smiled, pressing the knife into your skin making you scream. She repeated it onto the other cheek and your forehead as you tried to pull your head away. She tossed the knife aside happy with her work laughing menacingly.

"Your fucking crazy!" You yelled trying to free yourself "am i...AM I!?" She yelled picking up a crowbar from the table. "All I did was love him, AND HE LEFT ME!" She yelled slowly walking over to you. "And then you came along and ruined everything!" She yelled again pressing the crowbar into your chest. "You took him from me, and I'm taking back what's mine." She smiled lifting the bar up. You closed your eyes bracing yourself for what was about to happen as she brought it down hard on the side of your knee making you scream. "Do you think he'll come for you?" She asked swinging again "fuck!" You screamed feeling lightheaded "do you really belive he CARES about you?" She said hitting your kneecap hearing a crunch.

Tears streamed down your face as your whole body shook, the pain overwhelming you. "You...mean...nothing...to...him." She growled raising the bar above her head "p...please....s...stop." you tried, your voice weak from the screaming. "I won't stop until he's mine again" She said smiling bringing the bar down on top of your knee. Pain shot through your leg as you blacked out......

"Don't worry baby, I'm fine."....Loki reread the message over and over...something wasn't right, you never called him "baby". He thought for a moment before deciding to respond "darling, what was your favorite color again? I wanted to pick something up for you" He typed, patiently waiting for you to respond. He needed to know what was going on. When he saw the bubbles pop up showing you were typing he leaned forward staring at the screen "you know what my favorite color is silly." You typed. He sighed trying again "I just want to make sure, now what was it? He typed tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair. "Your so forgetful sometimes....blue." you typed as he gripped the phone.

He looked at the clock seeing you should be home from school by now and jumped up grabbing his coat. He stormed out if his room heading for the elevator "brother, where are you off to in such a hurry?" Thor asked as Loki pushed the button for the elevator. "Something is wrong with her, I need to go over there." He said looking at the doors. "Is she hurt?" Thor asked coming up next to him. "I do not know, her messages don't make sense." He said looking at Thor. "Call me if you need me." Thor said gripping Loki's shoulder. "Thank you brother." Loki said stepping into the elevator. He hoped you were just messing around but he had a feeling things were not as they seemed.

Loki walked into your darkened apartment looking around "y/n, where are you?" He called recieving only silence. He switched on the lights seeing everything looked normal, nothing was out of place. He walked into the bedroom "Darling, are you..." he started seeing the bed was made but your closet looked like a bomb went off. He slowly walked in seeing all of your clothes strewn across the floor like you were searching for something. The bad feeling began nagging him again so he pulled his phone out messaging you. "darling,, where are you." He typed waiting for you to respond. He walked into the bathroom seeing everything in order there as well.

He jumped slightly when his phone went off, quickly pulling it out "Hey, I was in bed sleeping. Where are you?" He read. He felt the color leave his face knowing you were no where to be found. He swallowed hard typing back "I'm coming over, I need to see you." He was hoping whoever this was would give themselves away somehow. "I'm too tired, maybe tomorrow. Night baby." He read. "No no no.." he said quickly dialing your number hoping it was your voice on the other end and you were just upset with him. He held the phone to his ear listening as the call went straight to voicemail "fuck!" He yelled. He hung up quickly dialing Thor. "Loki, is everything alright?" Thor asked when Loki felt a lump in his throat. Looking down at his feet "she's...she isn't here Thor, I don't know where she is or whats happened." Loki said shakely feeling his eyes burn. "Tell me where you are, I'll be right there." Thor said. He told him the address before hanging up, waiting for his brother to get there....

"God, He's gotten persistent." You vaguely heard Amber say from behind you. You slowly lifted your head, trying to block out the pain and failing miserably as she walked into view. You shook your head making sure you weren't seeing things as she turned around. She had cut her hair to your length, as well as coloring it the same color as yours. You looked down seeing her wearing your clothes, though they were a bit tight on her. "W...what...", you trailed off trying to focus when she started laughing again "Well, whatya think?" She asked holding her arms out. "I think your fucking insane." You snarked feeling her fist meet your nose again making your eyes water.

"Shut up you stupid bitch." She growled stalking away. "Loki and I will live happily ever after...and you'll die here alone like you deserve." She said wiping her hand on a cloth. "W..why are you...doing this? I was n..nice to you." You said tilting your head up to look at her "because you took him!" She yelled crossing her arms "h..he already left you...before he m..met me." You said shakely fighting back tears. "Well see, here's the thing. If he didn't want me, and he wants you..what better way to win him back then to become...you." She smiled smoothing down the front of her...your shirt. You screwed your eyes shut feeling the pain radiating through you "he's going to know....h..he will find me." You breathed leaning your head forward. "Oh...he may find you....but in what state?" She asked walking over grabbing your hair pulling your head back.

"Who would want you now hm?" She asked. "No one will ever want you again y/n." She smiled letting go of your hair. "If you know whats good for you you'll hurry up and die." She snarked walking behind you. You were about to say something when she shut the lights off, leaving you in total darkness "night y/n, pleasant dreams" She called out slamming the door. You tried to breath, feeling the tears streaming down your face, landing in your cuts making you hiss. "L..loki....please....." you said shakely trying to stop shaking, but the more you tried the worse it got.

Your chest heaved as you sobbed, leaning your head forward to keep the tears off your face. "P..please...find me..." you cried. But you had no idea where you were and no way to release yourself, even if you did you were pretty sure your kneecap was shattered. You opened your eyes, looking up into the one window you saw, seeing the moon shining in "i..I love you Loki." You whispered. leaning your head forward feeling yourself drift off, hoping he would come to you in your dreams......

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Loved the ones you wrote about Lewis. Can you do something angsty. Like they have a huge fight cause he's jealous and even break up, but eventually get back together. Thank youuuu

thank u so much for ur request luvv!!❤️

the met - lewis hamilton x reader

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summary; following your night out at the met gala with lewis, you return home and a huge fight breaks out, leading to many regrets

warnings; heavy angst, panic attack, mentions of death, jealousy, mature language, fluff at the end

words; 1.2k

a/n; please send me ur requests!!❣️

You and Lewis had finally decided to attend the Met Gala together this year for the first time as an official couple. However, if only you knew how things would eventually turn out, you’d never to do that.

You'd hoped for a nice evening, getting to know new people, socializing and in general having the time of your life with your boyfriend. Nonetheless, as a result of you being a well-known actress- and one of the most beautiful out there- you tended to attract too much attention on you.

So, when one of your co-stars from your new movie started acting a little friendlier with you, Lewis saw red. You noticed how quickly his behaviour changed, from being out going and relaxed – to being moody and restraint. You thought that he was acting childish, so you decide against paying him any mind, but that infuriated him even more, resulting in you being more than annoyed because of him.

Undoubtedly, it was expected once you walked in your house, that he’d start throwing fits at you.

“Lewis, seriously relax” you rolled your eyes as you made your way to your bedroom to change.

“Relax? You just fucking asked me to relax? No y/n, I won’t relax because you know why huh?” he looked at you while pointing his finger towards you “because today you acted like a total brat, knowing already that whatever you were doing was bothering me, you decided against changing your behaviour and continued on flirting with that asshole.”

At that point you’ve had enough.

“I acted like a fucking brat? Me? You're unbelievable Lewis. You have no right to tell me how to behave. I was being friendly towards him, we were playing in a goddamn movie together for six whole months, did you ever think that if I really wanted him like that, I wouldn’t already have done something back then, when I was alone with him?” you yelled at him.

“I don’t know that...” his posture stiffened.

“Excuse me?” you asked shocked.

“I don’t know that nothing happened between you two while I wasn’t around. As you said, it was easier back then and considering the way you both were acting tonight, I don't exactly doubt that.” he told you and you felt your heart breaking into millions of pieces.

“You really think that low of me? You really think that I would do something like that to you? Even after the millions of times I've told you how much I love you?” you said while biting your lower lip as tears started rolling down on your cheeks.

“y/n...” his face took a sad expression.

“no” you lifted your hand stopping him “I don’t wanna hear anything. What you said is really serious Lewis, because now I know that you don’t trust me.” you tried to wipe your tears, but new where constantly falling down.

“Baby I'm sor--” you cut him off.

“No Lewis, you don’t get to offend me like that and then say you’re sorry. Fuck your sorry! I need some time off” you finally said while sniffling your nose.

“What?” Lewis exclaimed in a whisper.

“I need space Lewis, I'll go to y/f/n’s tonight.” you told him and went to your bathroom to change.

“y/n, please, don’t leave. I’m really sorry. Jealousy took over me and I know that doesn’t justify what I said to you, but it was in the heat of the moment, none of that meant anything. I didn’t mean anything I said baby. Please baby, don’t go.” you heard him silently crying on the other side of the door.

Your heart was breaking even more at the sound of his sobs, but you couldn’t let him manipulate you. You couldn’t make him feel as if he had the upper hand. As you exited the bathroom, you paid no attention to him and grabbed your things, trying to make your way to the garage, while Lewis was hot on your heels.

“y/n please” was the last thing you heard him saying as you started your car engine and left.

One week had gone by and you were missing Lewis more than anything else. He hadn’t stopped calling you or texting you. He even turned up to your friend’s house, so you decided to go and stay at a hotel instead. You knew that he was worried about you, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him, until...

You eventually needed to go back to your shared home to grab some of your things. So, you picked a time that you knew he would be gone, more likely during his morning ran, to go and pick up your things.

However, you were wrong.

Once you entered your house, you so Lewis sleeping on the couch with plenty of heavy- alcohol bottles scattered all over the place. What made your blood run cold in your veins, though, was that you noticed Lewis’ bear chest not moving.

Immediately, tears started rolling down on your cheeks and you dropped your keys on the floor as you run up to him, kneeling besides him.

“Lewis” you exclaimed his name between sobs as you grabbed both his cheeks, feeling how cold his face was.

The worst thoughts made their way into your mind and you started sobbing uncontrollably while on the same hand, you couldn’t stop muttering out his name.

“Plea...” your voice got caught in your throat as you begun having a panic attack.

Lewis was not responding to you; his whole body was cold and you couldn’t feel his pulse as your hands were trembling way too much. You felt like you couldn’t breathe and your vision couldn’t stay focused.

In your despair, however, you didn’t notice the two strong arms that wrapped themselves around your body as you were kneeled on the floor.

“y/n...” you heard someone say, but your ears were buzzing too much.

“Baby... breath, please” you heard his angelic voice in your ear as a soft kiss was placed on top of your head.

“Lew... Lew” you cried out.

“it’s me baby, shh, I'm here, everything’s going to be okay” he tightened his grip around you.

“you’re not... dead” you said between sobs.

“What?” he exclaimed shocked “of course not baby.” he placed one of his palms on your cheek lifting slowly your head.

“you’re so cold” you said.

“I slept with the window open baby.” he smiled down at you as he pointed towards the open window.

“Really?” you asked in a weak voice.

“Really baby. I'm sorry if I scared you, but I'm alive, I promise” he chuckled lightly.

“Fuck you Lewis” you exclaimed in a high-pitched voice and jumped on top of him as you started hitting his chest.

“Hey hey” you heard him laughing resulting in you starting to laugh too.

“you’re an asshole Lewis” you said as you leaned down, your face inches away from his.

“I know” he bit on his bottom lip.

“But I love you so much” you whispered.

“I love you too baby... please forgive me” he pleaded.

“of course” you breathed out with a smile and grabbed both his cheeks with your hands, finally connecting your lips with his.

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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Daryl Dixon x she/her!reader

Something To Hold On To

Another night is spent in your half empty bed, staring out of the window, unable to sleep. Watching. Waiting. Desperate. The events that led you to this agonising repetition haunt you, ghosts of the past preventing your present from ever seeing a future, because it is unchanging now.

Denise’s death snapped something in Daryl, you knew it from the moment he got back that day, but you had never thought in a million years that anything would have the power to push him away from you. From your perspective, the death of a loved one brings you closer to the rest of the people you love, because it reminds you to cherish every moment with them, but for Daryl...it was different. You followed him all the way to the gate that day, trying to persuade him not to go out there because you knew what he could be risking. Usually, you were the one person guaranteed to get through to him, it had been that way since the farm, when the group found out where Sophia had been all that time. You were the only one that Daryl couldnt snap at, for some reason he had restraint around you. But that day at the gate, he lost it.

“The hell ya think yer doin’? You dont own me, I aint yers, who were we tryin’ to kid thinkin’ any of this was worth it?! Im better off by my damn self, ya don’ get a say in what I do, aint the boss of me. Run back to yer house, yer garden, an’ block out reality like ya usually do! Never should’a let this go on fer so long.”

Daryl was in your face, throwing his arms up in big theatrical gestures, bringing the attention of everyone who happened to be around. You stood there broken in front of him, unable to say a word; what was there to say after hearing that? With a final scoff, he got on his bike, and he was gone.

The next and last time you saw him was at the lineup. Despite everything that he’d said to break your heart, you couldnt keep your eyes off of him, seeing him in such a state and not being able to go to him was the most painful thing you’d ever experienced. After Abraham, you were staring at Daryl for strength, to keep yourself together, to prevent you from looking at what was left of your friend. Obviously, an egotistical prick like Negan didnt take kindly to you refusing to look at him.

“Well, it looks like we’ve got a couple of lovers in our midst! ‘Scuse me darlin’, would you mind paying me a little attention? I did just brutally kill this poor ginger after all, the least you could do is admire my work!” Negan’s voice was almost flirtatious, in the most sadistic way, but when you continued to refuse him, he shoved his barbed-wire-bound bat in your face and yelled. “Take a damn look!”

And you got the surprise of your life. Daryl leapt to his feet, swinging at Negan and landing a hard punch to his jaw before he was held down. You cried out, trembling feverishly, thinking that Negan was going to kill Daryl for that, but instead he took Glenn. That, you couldnt look away from. The devastation in Daryl’s eyes told you that he blamed himself for Glenn’s death, and you would have done anything to reassure him, but then he was taken.

And every night since, you have been like this. Lying awake and staring out the window at the Alexandria gate, waiting for it to magically open and reveal Daryl, safe and sound. Trying to sleep with your paranoia over what was happening to him, whether he was even still alive, was an impossible feat in itself. But that combined with trying to decode Daryl’s actions, from brutally ending your relationship because he didnt want you anymore, to risking his own life just because a very threatening man was talking to you. Of course, you know Daryl is a kind man, he loves deep and cares so much more than he lets on, it isnt out of character for him to defend you after ending things with you. But, over the years Daryl has gotten a lot more level-headed, and in a situation like that, he could usually be trusted to hold it together better than pretty much anyone else; he’s an expert at bottling things up, after all. The fact that he lashed out like that, you’d only have expected a reaction of that ferocity from him being in love with you still, which completely counterbalanced what he’d said earlier that day. If he did still love you, why would he say such horrible things? None of it made sense, all you want to do is talk to him and find out what he meant, you need to see him, and you dont know how far away that day will be, if it’s even possible.

Night’s without Daryl are difficult, but you have some things to make the days a little easier. Rick keeps a close eye on you, knowing that what Daryl said really messed you up and that regardless, being without him is hard on you. He regularly asks you to join him in completing various tasks, or even to just watch Judith because it gives you something to distract yourself from it all. It was when you were distracted that the other things came into play.

Judith is sitting in your lap, listening to you intently as you read her a story. She’s just had her morning feed and is due for a name anytime now, reading to her always helps her drift off without a fuss.

“The prince found the sleeping princess, and he leant down to give her a kiss-“

And then, you are gone.

It was late, and you had promised yourself you were going to stay awake until Daryl had returned from the run. He could be gone until tomorrow morning, you didnt care, you were stubborn enough to stick it out. Or, so you thought. As the sun rose and Daryl crept through the front door, he found you passed out on the stairs. He laughed quietly to himself, but couldnt help feeling guilty at putting you in that position by being home late. As gently as he could, Daryl lifted you up into his arms and carried you up the stairs bridal style. He carefully laid you down in the bed you shared, kicking his shoes off before crawling in beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and placing a soft kiss on your forehead, causing you to stir awake.

“You’re home!” Your sleepily slurred whispers were joyous, a welcome sound to Daryl’s own tired ears.

“Yeah I am, now get some rest, got the day off tomorrow.” Daryl mumbled.

You gasped and turned over to snuggle into his chest. “A whole day to makeout like teenagers?”

Daryl scoffed, blushing and burying his face in the pillow, making you laugh.

When you come back to yourself, Judith is asleep in your arms, and the tears you hadnt realised were rolling down your cheeks have started falling onto her little head. You’re quick to gently dry her head with the blanket around her, and then you wipe your own eyes with your hand.

Later, when Rick comes to take Judith and you’re jogging down the porch steps of the Grimes house, you happen to glance down the street. For maybe half a second, the perfect vision of Daryl standing in the distance, waving at you, stops you dead in your tracks. Tears fill your eyes, and by the time you’ve cleared them, he’s gone. Rick watches from the window as you wipe your eyes and hurry down the street in the opposite direction to your house, where you’d just told him you were going. You have to walk the long way round to avoid heading towards the place you’d just seen Daryl standing. Wherever he appears, that’s always the way.

Flashbacks and visions of him get you through the day, and as painful as they are, they make you feel something, they give you fleeting moments of joy until reality returns to you. Blocking out reality, that’s what Daryl said you did, but you’d never truly done that until now. At night, no flashbacks or visions ever came, and every night is eerily silent. Numb, empty, cold no matter how many blankets you wrap around yourself.

The one time you decided to distract yourself by leaving Alexandria to go on a supply run, Negan happened to show up, and he brought Daryl with him. Apparently, Negan asked Rick where you were, and Daryl looked up from the ground to watch Rick’s face as he answered.

“She left on a supply run this morning, she probably wont be back for a few days.” Rick said, holding Daryl’s gaze for just a moment so that Daryl knew two things: one, he was telling the truth, and two, you were alive.

“Well that is a shame, I brought Daryl here just for her!” Negan sighed dramatically, and then continued to go about his asshole business.

Ever since, you have stayed within the walls of Alexandria. You know that if you had been there that day, you would’ve lost your mind seeing Daryl, and probably gotten yourself in trouble for not being able to keep it together. But having the knowledge of it happening when you werent here, knowing it could happen again, however unlikely that may be, you have prepared yourself.

It’s been too long, you refused to count the days because with every one that passed it would feel like you were even further away from Daryl. At least now you know that Negan is keeping Daryl alive. Torturing him, yes, but keeping him alive.

When Rick asks you to come with him and a group to the Hilltop, you’re hesitant, wanting to stay at Alexandria just in case Negan comes back. You will gladly bargain your life for Daryl’s safe return home, and Rick knows that, which is exactly why he persuades you to come with him to the Hilltop. It takes a lot of persuasion, mainly bringing up the fact that one of your closest friends, Maggie, would love to see you. Rick will proudly admit to guilt-tripping you if it means he avoided you offering your life up to Negan.

The gates of the Hilltop open before you, and you’re already itching to go back to Alexandria, paranoid that Negan is back there with Daryl. The group follows Rick through the gates, and for a moment you’re occupied by your thoughts, until Rosita nudges you and gestures for you to head inside the walls. Maggie embraces Rick, and when Rick pulls away, he looks to his right and his eyes fill with tears. You follow his gaze. In a fraction of a second, your vision is blurred, and you’ve collapsed to your knees, in silent, sobbing hysterics. Maggie, Rosita and Tara are quick to huddle around you, offering you comforting words that you cant even hear. Your hands cover your face as you sob into them, you cant see or hear anything, but you can feel a pair of familiar eyes burning into you from afar.

Tara lets go of you to join Rick and Michonne in hugging him, welcoming him back.

Rick glances at everyone else, all of them having a good idea of what he’s about to say before he even opens his mouth. “Let’s head inside, they need to catchup.”

You feel the comforting arms leave you, and you lower your shaking hands from your face, wiping your eyes and slowly rising to your feet. It takes all the strength you have left to lift your head, to meet his eyes. Daryl. His name sets you on fire, goosebumps rippling all over your skin, your throat suddenly dry and heart pounding against your ribs.

He looks awkward, uncomfortable, like he’s holding back from something. You know him too well. You cross your arms over your chest and slowly walk over to him.

And despite everything, you manage to smile at him. “You’re really back?” You ask, voice somewhat hoarse from all the crying you’ve just done.

Daryl nods, not saying anything.

“I dont know what happened to you, but I am so, so sorry.” You tell him, your sincerity laced in every syllable, almost bringing yourself back to tears at the thought of what he could have gone through.

Daryl nods again.

You take a deep breath, preparing to say the words you’ve been planning. “And I want you to know that I’ve come to terms with everything, regarding us no longer being, well, us...and I get it, things change and dont always work out-“ You nod to yourself while avoiding his eyes, as though still trying to convince yourself. “-but I want you to know that I can put it all behind me, and I will.” You meet his eyes. “Because more than anything, I want to be here for you, for whatever you need.”

Daryl shakes his head, finally finding the courage to speak. “Stupidest thing I ever did.”

For a brief moment, the sound of his voice leaves you breathless, but you quickly regain control of yourself.

“What was?” You ask.

“Everythin’ I said to ya that day, I was fuckin’ stupid, an’ wrong.” Daryl admits, shaking his head again, angry at himself.

“Y-You were?” You stammer out, unable to believe what you’re hearing and in desperate need of an explanation.

Daryl stares into your eyes for a few seconds, and you can almost see him taking in the sight of you to beat himself over the head with, to relive this guilt and torture himself further.

He glances down at his shoes. “Thought I had the strength t’ push ya away, t’ try and protect you, but I realised that there aint nobody that’d try as hard as me to keep ya safe.” Daryl looks back up at you, holding your gaze, not shy about admitting his last sentiment. “I’d die fer you.”

Your eyes start filling with fresh tears of an entirely different meaning. “Daryl...”

Daryl shrugs you off, avoiding your eyes because he knows you can see right through him; you know how hard it is for him to talk about his feelings, but he’ll do it for you. “I know i’s too late, I took too damn long realisin’ what was good fer me. For all I know ya could’ve moved on already, but I wouldnt be able to live with myself if I didnt tell ya the truth.”

Then, you smile, and Daryl cant avoid looking at you any longer. The sight of your genuine smile has been his favourite memory to cling to in that cell, the one view he couldnt wait to see again, even if it was never directed at him after what he’d done. You take the single step necessary to stand toe to toe with him, and you ever so slowly lift your hands to cup his face. Daryl breathes a sigh of relief, his eyes immediately closing as he relaxes into your touch, instinctively, even after all this time.

“How could I ever move on from the man I’d die for?”

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i-will-cry-you-a-river · 7 months

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"Pretty!" The almost prayer-like soft whisper came from the tiny Lan, whose eyes were big and round and more expressive than all of the Lans' together. He was absolutely adorable, and Nie Huaisang had to suppress the squeal that threatened to leave his mouth behind his fan. The tiny Lan in pale blue, with his tiny hands on his tiny chest was the most adorable thing Nie Huaisang had ever seen in his life, and he had the fortune to grow up looking into the mirror day by day.

The tiny Lan beat him in adorableness, fair and square. Now, he just needed to know who was his competitor and how come he had never seen him before.

"Hello there," he cooed, lazily fanning himself as he kneeled down so he could be at the same eye level as the kid. "And who might you be?"

"This one is Lan Huan," he said seriously, properly bowing, with his hands in front of him. "Who are you, Pretty gege?"

"L-Lan Huan?" Nie Huaisang's voice trembled. The tiny boy in the tiniest Lan robes, with the tiniest headbands, who had the widest and most innocent blue eyes ever was Lan Xichen?!

"Yes!" The boy nodded with a toothy smile, then waited patiently.

When he remembered, he bowed, and said as serious as he could be while wanting nothing more than to take the child into his arms and squeeze him tight, "This one is Nie Huaisang."

"Nie-gege?"

Huaisang melted. "To you, it is Sang-ge!"

The smile he received back was brighter than the Sun itself. Suddenly, the kid grew shy, almost curling up, looking down the ground instead of up to Huaisang's eyes.

"What is the problem, Little One?" He asked, booping the tiny nose with his pointing finger. Eyes crossed to look at the offending digit, and the sight was just too cute to bear for the young Sect Leader who already had an unfortunate soft spot for Zewu-Jun.

"I wan- can-," the kid bit into his lips. "This one would be honored if Pretty Sang-ge would hug him."

Nie Huaisang never had self-restraint when he saw something cute, and there was nothing cuter than the small, more adorable version of the First Jade, with his chubby cheeks and toothy smile and huge eyes.

Of course he had to hug him!

Contrary to what he wanted - to squeeze the kid like a toy -, he took him into his hands gently, taking care of his precious burden. He was holding him like he never wanted to part from him, and the little body relaxed against his bigger one.

"It's okay, Huan-di, Sang-ge is here for you," he whispered, and it was a shock to even himself that it was the truth. As much as he despised Jin Guangyao and the brotherhood between the two older Sect Leaders, he couldn't hate Lan Xichen.

Especially not Lan Huan.

His hand came up to the back of the kid's head, who buried his head into Nie Huaisang's neck, his breathing tickling the sensitive skin.

"Lan Xichen!" sapped the voice of an angry Lan Qiren. "Sect Leader Nie!" yelled again, sounding offended and aggravated. Nie Huaisang had experience with both of those emotions coming from Teacher Lan. "Put him down immediately! It is highly inappropriate and unacceptable!"

Nie Huaisang's hold on the child only tightened, one of his hands continued to gently caress Lan Huan's back.

"Lan Huan asked me to hug him, and it is my pleasure to finally be able to complete a task right," the Sect Leader of Qinghe said airily, referring to his Headshaker persona.

Lan Qiren spluttered and muttered something about the rules, but Nie Huaisang didn't pay attention to that. No, his focus was only on the precious little boy in his arms.

"Sang-ge's hug is the best!" Smiled Lan Huan sunnily, and Nie Huaisang was defeated.

After a day spent with his favorite boy, he was basically thrown out of Cloud Recesses. He wanted to stay, to know if they found a solution for the de-aging spell, but as he was not a family member nor a well-known expert in this field, his presence was undesirable.

He wanted to stay.

He couldn't. And no information was forthcoming from Cloud Recesses either, the Lans closed their metaphorical gates. He didn't know anything about Lan Huan nor about Lan Xichen, until-

"Sect Leader Lan is asking for permission to see Sect Leader Nie," his discipline stated. It didn't take more than a blink for Nie Huaisang to hurry to the gates, where Lan Xichen was standing, in all his grown up glory.

Lan Huan was the cutest little boy ever.

Lan Xichen was the handsomest, most devastatingly gorgeous man Nie Huaisang had ever seen.

"Er-ge!" He yelled in delight, rushing towards the other Sect Leader.

The man smiled with a mysterious smile, one that hid the mischief nobody would ever believe him that Lan Xichen had, and asked, "Will Pretty Sang-ge hug me again?"

There was only one possible answer to that, really.

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