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kinktober - day 05 - rough sex
price x f!reader | 1.3k words cw:Â pussy slapping, tit slapping, biting, manhandling, mean!Price, dacryphilia, choking, piv sex summary: you ask john for a favor. banner by @/cafekitsune | kinktober list
John could kill you with his bare hands. Do it in ways you could never imagine. Drag it out.
âYou broken?â He asks, looking down his nose, hands tucked into his armpits.
No, but you need to be. You donât want to be shattered glass, you want to be dust. For who you were to be scraped into a dustpan and tossed. But you donât say that. You simply ask him to take you home. His place.
A dry forest asking for a match. A sandcastle asking for a wave.
Scorched or smothered, it doesnât matter. Whatever gets you out of your head.
~~
John laughs, the sound rasping like a woodcarverâs knife. âWhere are you running off to?â
He hauls you down the bed, uncaring that the corner of the mattress cover comes with you. He lets go of your ankle to curl his hand around your thigh, and slots a knee into the hinge of yours, pressing onto your calf. Itâs a fleeting pain, only lasting long enough for him to sink his cock back inside. He swears up a storm, violently bucking further in at the halfway point. He rocks into you, fingerprints pressing with a bruising force on your hips before taking greedy handfuls of your ass.
You were afraid after a couple of rounds that fucking you would lose its novelty. Itâs clear now that itâs the opposite. Itâs as if heâs hellbent on making new discoveries, finding new ways to make you scream or come, and behaves like heâs the first and only man to explore your body. Possessive and unapologetic.
His cock glances over your sweet spot after a few thrusts, and your head dips toward the bed with a whimper.Â
âOh, god, fuckââ
âTherrre we go.â He chuckles low in his throat, withdrawing just enough to stroke against that sensitive spot again and again. He sets a relentless pace, thighs smacking into your own. His fingers pinch and clutch your skin, nails embedding into your hips. The sting travels to your clit, still throbbing from his palm two orgasms ago.
A hand travels up your side to the nape of your neck, pulling until you lift voluntarily. Through a glassy set of eyes, you meet his gaze, a bright blue zeroing in.
âThis what you wanted? To your liking, princess?â Princess. He spits the word like heâs spoiling you. Giving you the white glove treatment.
You nod dumbly, or he guides your head for youâitâs fuzzy. But it is honest. This is what you wanted.
He releases your neck to fondle your swinging tits, grabbing and pulling them like oversized stress balls. He twists your nipples and grazes his teeth over your shoulder blades, murmuring something into the skin there. Your cheek presses into the ruined sheets, eyes squeezing shut as he slows to a grind, but flying open when he pulls out. He flips you to your back, grinning at the wild expression on your face as he hitches your legs around his waist.Â
He jackhammers into you, smirking at your hands clawing at his chest and tangling in the hair. Your lip quivers, mouth falling open. Words live and die in quick bursts of breath, colliding with one another. One second, youâre babbling, and the next, youâre screaming.
He slaps your bouncing tits, then your hands when they try to interfere. He pins them over your head and leans his weight on the hold. It gives his cock a new angle to work with and a new path to carve. He drills you into the mattress with enough force that the bed creaks.
âJust what you needed, yeah? Needed to be knocked down a peg or two. Mopey brat,â he growls, his free hand cupping your chin. His fingers and thumb pinch, jerking your face forward when you try to hide. Sweat drips from his mussed hair. âNo one else can do it fâya, can they?â
He squeezes your face after a beat of silence.
âCan they?â
âN-No! Just you!â
âJust me.â John echoes. He lets go of your face with a firm tap, then your wrists, sitting back on his haunches to push your legs up again. âHold âem up, yeah, good.â He mutters as you comply and tuck your fingers into the sweaty crevasses under your knees. You squeak when he momentarily diverts to nip your ankle.
You jump at the sensation of his finger running over where your cunt grips him. The corner of his lip lifts in a toothy smile.
âSqueezinâ me nice ânâ tight. Thatâs a good girl.â
He shifts again. He plants his hands on the backs of your thighs and lifts himself up, putting weight on you once more. Gravity does part of the work for him, with his thighs flexing on the upswing. His cock slips deeper, its head glancing off your cervix on the more forceful thrusts. You feel it in your ribs, and tears spring to your eyes like heâs found the only open pathway to your heart.
John coos, leaning forward, barrel chest crushing you to swipe your tears. Elbows bent and bracketing you. Voice all tender when his movements are anything but.Â
âThatâs it, let it out.â He urges, mouth falling open when you do. Big, fat tears roll over his fingers. He wets his lips, and his nostrils flare. He pulls back with a groan, hips stuttering, and he slows to regain his bearings. Beneath him, you reach to wipe your face, but he tuts, batting your hands away. âNo, no. Leave âem. Want you to come cryinâ on my cock, sweet girl.â
Itâs different after that. Still hard and fast, every inch of him intent on leaving his mark, but a veilâs pulled back. You want to be ground into a pulpâhe wants to mold you. Itâs an understanding.
Harshly kneading the backs of your thighs, filth grinding from between his teeth, Johnâs tireless. One hand finds your clit. He taps it hard and fast until you see stars.
âEager little cunt,â He grumbles, eyes fixed to where his cock disappears, voice low and husky. âSo desperate to be fucked.â
Your hips jolt at that, pussy clenching tight around him. His thumb starts to rub incessantly, dragging you closer to the edge with every pass. Blinking through a fresh wave of tears and sniffling, you find his focus boring into you.Â
âAnd I wouldn't have it any other way.â
You come, blubbering. Under other circumstances, with another manâyouâd feel embarrassed, but with John, it feels good. He doesnât slow, doesnât show you an ounce of mercy when he ramps up his pace, back to that punishing rhythm. He groans as he rides the waves of your orgasm and beyond, teeth gnashing around alternating derisions and thin adulations. A single word stands out.
âMine.â
His thumb and forefinger slot around your throat and push the underside of your jaw up, sending your overloaded brain into hysterics. Your breath turns fragile, something to work for. You hiccup and thrash, tearing at the back of his hand with your nails, andâ
He floods you in a torrent, hips snapping so hard youâd shove up the bed if his weight wasnât grounding you. His eyes roll back and close, face tilting with a groan. His thrusts turn halting into short rocks as he pumps the last of his cum in your sore, aching cunt. The wet, obscene suctioning noise echoes off the walls when he withdraws, leaving you fluttering and twitching like a crumpled bird beneath a windowsill.
John pats your thigh, then drops onto his side. He drags your quivering body close, turning it over to drape you over his sweat-slicked chest. Pushes your head until your cheek rests over his heart, drool and tears matting the hair. The combination of your spend dribbles onto his thigh. You feel satisfyingly wrung out. Exhausted, yet renewed.
A hand smooths over an ass cheek and squeezes. His rumbling voice reverberates through your body.
The words slur in your ears. In your last moments of consciousness, youâre fairly certain of what he asks. You broken?
Youâll need another go to be sure. Just need a nap first.
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His Haven
Homelander x Psychiatrist!Reader Pt. 1?
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
When Homelander first met you, he just came in because Madelyn cooked up some scheme with Edgar to 'prove' that the members of The Seven were sound of mind and could pass a psychiatric evaluation similar to the one used in the army. Of course, you had been paid a lot of money to do the evaluations and even more money to ensure that these heroes passed no matter what they said. You were a respected psychiatrist in your field; thatâs why Madelyn wanted you specifically.
Homelander went to his appointment, planning on leaving until you said something that caught his attention. You said, 'I am here for you. I took this job because you all spend your days helping and saving people, but at the end of the day, who helps and saves you? Obviously, I couldnât physically save you, but I can be a place for you to talk if you need it. Nothing you say will leave this room.' Boy, did that stroke his ego in all the right ways. He decided to stay. Something about you was comforting, and he wanted to talk, so he started small with the obvious stuff. He led the conversation by making off-handed remarks about being better than everyone and having to be perfect for Vought. It was clear you didnât understand his pain, but you were listening to him. You were actually listening to him and responding.
You werenât like Madelyn, who seemed to argue with every other thing he said; you didnât respond with dismissive and uncaring responses like Queen Maeve, and you could actually keep up with the conversation, unlike The Deep.
Homelander surprised you and himself when he began attending regular scheduled sessions. You usually led the discussion by asking various questions. Some questions he would lie about, not feeling totally safe to dive into certain topics, or he would just dodge the question and change the subject. Homelander knew you noticed this because anytime he did either of those things, your body language would change, and you would write something down in your little notebook. That notebook had made Homelander incredibly nervous until he found out you were not in there calling him a useless pussy. You were just simply writing topics you two had discussed and what topics made him uncomfortable.
You seemed to actually care about Homelanderâs feelings, even the bad ones. Stan Edgar put Homelander in his place, and Homelander looked down avoiding Edgarâs pointed gaze like a child being scolded by their father. Homelander needed some reassurance, but he would never admit that willingly. Homelander felt weak and stupid for needing someone, but you didnât seem to mind even when he was ranting and raving, so he went to you. You had been his haven. The one person he could confide in and actually be himself.
He arrived at your office in the morning while you happened to be filling out some paperwork. He knew you didnât have any appointments today because this had been previously the day Vought scheduled for the evaluations of the heroes. Homelander spent the whole day pestering you. 'What are we doing now?' He asked, not entirely oblivious to your mild frustration. 'Still just filling out paperwork,' you replied. He rolled his eyes. 'God, your life is so boring. Go to work, talk to the crazies, fill out paperwork and go home, and you do that all alone? I forgot how boring normal people can be.'
You laughed before telling him, 'no one is keeping you here.' Homelanderâs jaw tightened. This pissed him off. Youâre not supposed to say that. Youâre supposed to offer to do something more fun. You seemed to notice that 1,000-yard stare he has as he retreats into his own mind. 'Look, I just mean that I have to finish work. I know itâs probably boring you to death just sitting here; you donât have to stay if you donât want to,' you told him, which seemed to make him feel a bit better, but heâs not entirely out of his head. 'Itâs fine, we can just talk while you work,' he tells you with a feigned smile.
Homelander begins to perk up while you finish your paperwork and finally asks you the million-dollar question, 'What are we doing when we get home?'
'I am going home to cook up some dinner and watch some television,' you told him, trying to hint that you were wanting to be alone. Homelander was undeterred. 'What are we eating? I could use a home-cooked meal. We could watch one of my movies. Iâve been told Iâm a great actor.' Homelander needs you to agree and compliment him. He desperately wants you to tell him he does a good job, even if youâre just talking about acting. 'Yeah? Your movies are pretty famous,' you say, accepting your fate that he isnât leaving you alone tonight.
The night is spent with him at your house. Homelander wastes no time making himself at home and pilfering through your things. He feels comfortable being so ensnared in your scent. He becomes more comfortable as the night carries on. You fix his plate and drink for dinner, and the two of you share a dinner that he perceives as romantic. Your food isnât as good as the private chefs at Vought, but Homelander loves it because he got to see the love you put into making it just for him.
You two clean up together. Itâs really you cleaning, and Homelander helps by talking about which movie of his you should watch tonight. Finally, you try to retire to your room, but he follows. 'I thought we were gonna watch a movie⌠it doesnât have to be one of mine,' Homelander tries not to sound too desperate, and he hated to say that last bit.
'I had planned on watching something in my room, but you can come lay with me if you want,' you tell him reluctantly. Homelander is excited but tries to keep that hidden. You two lay down and begin watching one of his movies. By the end, Homelander is 'asleep.' He knows you canât tell the difference in him and ignores you when you gently shake him trying to wake him. Heâs not the biggest fan of sleeping in strange beds, but for you, he can make an exception. Next time, he wants you in his bed though.
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and i conclude with 36 + lando
(ofc no pressure on any of the asks, feel free to ignore any/all of them if they donât tickle ur fancy hehe)
Itâs winter break and youâve never been more grateful to have Lando home, except for the fact that all he's done is game with Max.
Every. Single. Night.
First it was Rocket League, and then Counter Strike, and then Tarkov, and now you were sat in the background watching him yell at Fall Guys. Part of you had to admit that it was comical watching him try and fail so many times, but you wanted attention. There was only so much watching you could do, you're just a girl after all. You silently make your way over to Lando's gaming chair, draping yourself over the side to rest your chin on his shoulder. "How much longer will you be baby?" You whisper, lifting his headset slightly so he hears you.
"Like an hour maybe, I'm not sure. Why? Are you hungry? I can order food?" He suggests, eyes flicking briefly from the screen to look at you. "Don't need food." You whine, pouting lightly before placing a gentle kiss to Lando's neck. He swallows thickly, "Babe my friends can all hear, what do you want me to do?" He murmurs, muting himself whilst he waits for the next round. "Want you Lando." You tell him, continuing to press kisses across his neck, travelling along his jaw, feeling it clench with each soft touch of your lips.
"Just let me finish this level and I swear I'll go down on you until you cum at least three times." He tells you, pleading eyes under his glasses. You sigh, "Fine. But I'm holding you to that." He winks up at you before unmuting himself and picking up his controller to play the next round. You lay yourself on the centre of the bed, zoning out on your phone as Lando continues playing. You hear the occasional yell or slam of the controller, nothing unusual when he's gaming. You get lost in the world of Instagram, swiping through Daniel's end of season .jpg post.
You forget about Lando's promise, that is until you feel his warm hands on your thighs. You jump with the touch and he chuckles at you, "Gonna let me fulfil my promise baby?" He whispers, his warm breath tickling the apex of your thighs. Lando smirks when you raise your hips to allow him to remove your pyjama shorts. "Thank you princess." He smiles, kissing your lips before returning to his position between your legs. His lips explore your inner thighs, hands gently prying your legs apart. Soft whimpers escape your lips at the light scratch of his new facial hair.
His lips cover practically every inch of your thighs before his tongue darts out to flick at your entrance, collecting the arousal that's collected there. He starts slow, snaking his tongue through your folds, groaning at the taste of you on his tongue. His tongue swirls around your clit, flicking gently as his hand rests on your pubic bone, keeping your hips still. His lips encase your clit, causing you to moan out as he sucks lightly, his tongue swirling and flicking. He eats you out like a man starved, uncaring about the way your arousal coats his mouth or the way his spit begins to soak you further.
He brings his finger to your entrance, circling it around the pulsing hole before pushing in. Your hips buck as your back arches away from the mattress, Lando moaning against your pussy at the way you clench around his finger. He curls his finger, his tongue working overtime on your clit as he slips a second finger in to join the first.
"Fuck Lando, oh my god." You moan, hand gripping the back of his head, tangling in his curls. He continues his ruthless pace drawing your first orgasm from you unbelievably quickly, but he doesn't stop. He slows his pace, lightly guiding you through your orgasm. Once he feels the pulsing of your walls slow he curls his fingers once more, attacking your g-spot as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. You scream out in overstimulation, your legs shaking as his hand becomes sticky with arousal. His hips begin to rut into the mattress, desperate for an ounce of friction. Your first orgasm hardly fades as the second one barrels into you, your walls clenching Lando's fingers so tight he could swear they would break.
This time he does pull away, encouraged by the way you frantically push at his head. You use your grip on his head to pull his lips to yours, he groans in your mouth at the feeling of your tongue. His groan turns into a whimper as you cup his bulge, massaging gently. He wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling your hand away, causing you to look at him in confusion.
"I said at least three didn't I?" He smirks, kissing his way back down your stomach to finish his meal.
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Protect Me (Homelander x gn!Reader, Powerswap!au)
homelander!reader x human!John, nightmares, hurt/comfort | Fic Directory
You sob on him.
Itâs never happened before and neither of you particularly knows what to do about it. Youâve always been, well, you.  The Homelander is not someone who is breakable. Youâre not some weak kneed baby who canât hold it together, who canât swallow all the pain youâve been put through and resist the urge to choke upon how badly it wants to spew out anyway.
He knows precious little about your life. Youâve always wanted to keep it that way. Nothing would hurt you more than to see those beautiful blues of his gazing at you as though you were anything less than who youâd built yourself up to be. And yeah, sure, youâve come home to him drenched in blood, no better than a wet dog needing someone to save it from the mess itâs made rolling in the mudâ but this?Â
You never meant for him to see this. You should've known better than to fall asleep. But you just⌠you felt so safe with your head on his chest and his heartbeat lulling you.Â
You thank whatever pathetic excuse of a god is out there that you didn't blindly lash out at him when he woke you. The worst he got was the threat of glowing eyes that dissipated as soon as you recognized his voice.
But this..? God, there wasn't meant to be choking, sputtering sobs. No fingers curling into your hair to tug painfully in an attempt to distract from how the void in your chest swallows you whole. He shouldnât be witnessing your snotty upper lip or the heaving of your chest.
This isnât you.
But it is.
You refuse to touch him even as he holds you, cooing in your ear about how itâll all be fine and that youâre safe with himâ all the bullshit. He is all you have, and you canât for the fucking life of yourself defile him with your grip, canât risk hugging him too tight or perhaps snatching away a hand and removing it entirely by accident because youâre so out of control.
You have to take it out on yourself.
He pulls you close, but you canât do anything more than hide your face in the crook of his neck.
âTalk to me, sweetheart. You can tell me.â John coos, fingers scritching softly at the nape of your neck. You can smell the stress response raging inside of his body. He reacts to your woe as if it were his own. Cortisol. Elevated blood pressure and pulse. Shaky breaths.Â
You want to shove him away. Â
Pity.
But you canât, so you donât. Instead, the dam breaks and out comes everything. The nightmares, the labs, the scientists, the bad room and the goddamn furnace.Â
You could still feel its heat after you woke up gasping, desperately heaving against the unbreathable, scorching air. Too hot, lungs too dry, skin on fire with not a single mark to show for it. The way the doctors would crank the dial as they peered in at you like a zoo animal, uncaring no matter how much you screamed. Â
Unbothered even when youâd stop.
Youâre not even sure your words are coherent. Youâve wept each one into his neck, still too afraid to peek and find him looking at you differently. Your nails dig into the skin of your bare arms.
âItâs tooâ I canâtâ I still feel itââ And there's no rhyme or reason for why you do. Not even now, when rehashing it restores that blistering burn beneath your skin that radiates deep into the marrow of your bones, does it make any sense. You shiver and shake against him.
Itâs all youâre good for.
He shifts to the side, fumbling with something on the nightstand, but does not release you. âYâfeel that?â John asks. âFanâs on now. Nice and cool, okay?â
The first gusts kiss your back and you practically flinch at the ghostly touches. Itâs a shock to your system and almost burns in its own right, even with his hand trailing up and down your back, fingers smoothing over the curve of your spine, nails lightly dragging in that way he knows you simply adore.
John leans back onto the bed, bringing you with him. âYouâre not there, babe. I promise.â He murmurs. He takes you by the hand, unfurling the grip youâve got on yourself to press kisses to your knuckles. âWeâre here. My place. In bed.â He tells you, voice as sweet as honey and thick with the remnants of sleep that hadnât quite been shocked from his system. âYouâre safe.â
Heâs said it a million times now. Â
âYouâre safe and I love you so, so much.â He rasps through the tightness of his throat, through the little sob that finally breaks through whatever restraints heâd placed on it to make it this far. Knowing that heâs taken it all to heart guts you in the worst way.
Johnâs legs tangle between yours and pull you close, as if to make sure there wasnât a single inch of you left unprotected from his embrace. He holds you even through his own shivers, completely exposed to the chilly breeze after having kicked the covers to the end of the bed. Anything to draw you away from the illusion of heat, anything to spare you one more moment of agony.
By the time your heart rate simmers down from its erratic thumps and the blistering burn of the furnace is no longer digging beneath your skin, the only sound to be heard is his chattering teeth despite how valiantly he tries to hide his own discomfort.
If he were anyone else, you wouldnât care at all. But heâs not just anyone. Heâs not some casual fuck or one of the many who have dangled love over your starved maw. Heâs your Johnny, your greatest love, the kindest man youâve ever known and the brightest light youâve ever stumbled upon in this world. You would topple nations to guarantee his happiness.
He reassures you that heâs fine when you scoff and yank the blankets back up to cover the both of you.Â
âNo, no, noââ he rattles. âSâfine, I promise. I donât want you toââ
You cut him off with a kiss. You meant only for it to be a single drawn out peck to his lips, but you find that the deeper it becomes, the better you can convey all that you need.
Your love. Your appreciation. How fucking much you care. Everything words fail to deliver.
All while you continue pulling up layer after layer until his lower lip ceases its chilled quivering between yours and his body stills from its shivers. You donât untangle yourself from his hold, nor does he move away from yours. Stranger yet, even with the nightmares still fresh in your mind, the heat you find yourself enveloped by now is far from one that burns.
His flesh against yours, the warmth emanating between you, his heated breaths gasped against your lipsâ itâs all one big balm that soothes every ache and pain into nothing more than the distant memory it should be.
Neither one of you lets go, not even when sleep settles over your restless minds and pulls you to other worlds.
This time, you dream of him. Of your Johnny in his cute little sweaters, of how he springs out of his chair at work to throw himself into your arms, of how he comes to your penthouse after his shifts are up just to see you. You dream of his lips upon your cheek as you dance among the clouds, blue eyes taking you in as if you were the most magnificent sight theyâve ever held.
And when you wake?
Those same oceanic eyes twinkle with a smile that is simply all for you. They donât look at you differently. They donât judge you or make you feel weak for having told him of your horrors. True to the nature of his very existence, your Johnny does something so wonderfully special with just one look.
He makes you feel safe. He makes you feel protected.
He makes you feel loved.
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Kinktober 2024 - Gun Kink with Leon S. Kennedy
Hello hi its a little late but here's week 2 of kinktober
This one is slightly self indulgent because I love hot men with guns :)
If you like my writing and wanna support me a little, please visit my Ko-Fi! Thanks in advance <3
WARNINGS/ CONTENT INFO: NSFW, guns, slight degrading, Leon's not actually into Guns just the reader, GN!Reader
Sometimes, Leon hated his job. Actually, most times. He really hated it. Not only because of the everyday potential to literally die, but because the missions kept him away from home for so long. He used to be okay with that, it didn't matter to him, he used to not have anything that kept him at home - unless one counted his comfy bed. By now, he had you. The two of you had met a year or two after he started working for the DSO, and at first Leon really didn't want to get close to you. You were so sweet to him, so pure, he knew he would ruin you if he got too close. You on the other hand couldn't help but get closer. In your defence, Leon looked like a sad puppy whenever you saw him, and you just felt the need to help him out. Very much âI can fix himâ fashion. You had snaked your way into his heart, slowly but surely invaded his mind, until he just had to ask you out. Now you two were going on two years, had moved in with each other and even adopted a puppy. Every time he went on a mission, all he could think about was wanting to get back to you safe and in one piece, every time he got hurt he prayed to God it wouldn't leave an ugly scar - even though the ones he did have were cherished by you. You said they reminded you of the fact that he did come back, and that he would continue to do so.
Today, luckily, he only had to go into the office for some paperwork. Didn't mean he didn't at least dislike it, though. He wanted to spend his time cuddled up with you, pressing his lips against every piece of skin he could reach. The thought alone made him sigh. It was already so late, he bet you were cuddled up on the couch with your dog, watching whatever was on TV while waiting for him to come back. At least his salary allowed you an easy life. His day honestly kept dragging on, at least until his phone buzzed with a notification from you.
âI got us something so we can try smth new :)â it read, and Leon was quite puzzled. âWhat do you mean?â He texts back, only to be left on read by you. Jesus, you and your weird ideas. Still, he can't help but work a little faster, uncaring if he suddenly works sloppy.
It's not that late as he steps back into your shared apartment, sighing heavily as he rids himself of his jacket, hanging it to the other ones before throwing off his shoes. He calls out for you, your puppy already tapping over to him to receive some cuddles. He picks up the small canine, making his way through the apartment to find you. At last, he arrives in the bedroom, seeing you sit at the edge of the bed, a literal gun in your hands.
âWhoa, easy there darling, what's that for?â Leon says, his voice laced with shock. He was always under the presumption that you were the last person to need a gun, especially since you had him for protection. âDon't be like that, it's a fake.â You huff, a grin on your lips as you look over at him, eyes practically sparkling. âCool, isn't it?â You add, holding it out to him. Leon lets the small puppy down, stepping towards you so he could take the gun. He examines it for a moment, and now that he can see it up close, with his trained eyes, it's clear it's fake. He shakes his head slightly. âStill didn't answer what's it for.â He grumbles. âUs, duh. I figured it'd be⌠I dunno, intriguing.â You answer, one of your hands coming up to tug Leon closer by a belt loop. â...In the bedroom?â Leon clarifies, raising a brow once you nod. âJesus you're crazy. You don't actually want me to point a gun at you? Or the other way around?â He scowls, clearly not into the idea. âNo, no not like that.â You sigh. âMore like⌠the thrill of a gun being involved. Plus you kinda⌠well you look hot handling them.â your voice is barely above a soft whisper at that point. It's embarrassing how attractive you think he is, even when just barely holding a prop gun. A little pathetic, to be honest.
âSo⌠more like this?â Leon questions, using the barrel to tilt your chin up slightly. Your cheeks flush at the coldness of the metal, and the action alone makes your knees go weak. You're glad you're sitting down, but Leon notices nonetheless. After so long, he can basically read every single of your slightest movements. âYou're actually into this.â He states with slight disbelief, trailing the gun down your throat. Your breath catches as you keep your gaze firmly on him. âJesusâŚâ Leon mutters, stepping to stand in front of you properly. He really isn't sure what to think of this, he's happy to give you your pleasure, but he still doesn't like the whole thing of desensitising you to him holding a literal weapon, no matter if this one is fake. Nonetheless, the look you give him is enough for him to continue. You want this, badly at that, and who is he to not give it to you?
Moments later Leon's got you laid over the bed, puppy thrown out and door locked for double measure. He's already rid you of your clothing, tracing the cold metal of the gun down your chest and abdomen. He's lazy with it, sometimes tracing lines, sometimes slight patterns, though with no particular motive other than watching you squirm. You don't want to beg just yet, you already feel pathetic enough like this, you don't need to give him the extra achievement of making you beg within minutes. So, Leon just does whatever, never getting close to where you so desperately want him to be. He lets the muzzle grace your thighs once, you whine at the sensation before he chuckles into your ear, retreating the gun back to your chest. âLeeâŚâ you mutter with a soft pout, giving in. âplease⌠just fuck me, yeah..? I've been goodâŚâ you hum, turning your head to press soft kisses against his jawline. âJust waited for you to ask, love.â Leon responds, ever so slowly tracing the gun down your body in a straight line. âYou're so mean sometimes..â you grumble as he casually angles one of your legs to have better access.
You almost yelp as the metal glides against your entrance, teasing ever so slightly. âLeon..!â You huff, trying to shoot your boyfriend a glare, though your brain quickly focuses back on the feeling of the gun as Leon pushes it inside softly. âTaking it so well, aren't you?â He grins, pressing a kiss against your cheek as he slowly pushes it in fully, until the trigger guard also presses against your skin. You whine slightly, the metal quickly heating up from being inside you, still, the coldness from the start lingers in your mind. Leon rocks the gun into you for a while, watching your reactions in amusement. Usually, he'd enjoy watching you come undone on his dick, but honestly, this wasn't half bad either. You're awfully turned on by this whole situation, and Leon can't help but feel a little bit hungry about it. If he had known you get this turned on by guns, of all things, he would have brought some if his home to clean sometimes. âSuch a slut, aren't you?â He teases, nipping at the skin of your neck slightly. You clench around the gun, your orgasm approaching faster than you'd like to admit. Leon reads all your little signs, trailing his free hand over your side in a featherlight touch, before gripping your hip, tugging you against him a bit more, pushing the gun a little more harshly, letting it rest inside for a moment. Meanwhile, his other hand trails to your core, working on it swiftly, with practiced movement that makes you see stars. You seriously can't help but cum, all of this was just too much for you in the best way possible. Leon huffs, pulling the gun out of you. âMade such a mess, baby.â He mumbles, placing kisses against your neck. âDon't think we need this thing for the next round, though.â He grins, casually throwing the gun on the ground before letting you catch your breath for round two.
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Hi, im the anon who wrote that Lorgar ask. And while I did write that ask with the intention of making more people imagine Lorgar being a dad to a very small child. It was also me rerouting the concept to imagine a (very obviously heretical by now) Lorgar being a dad to a very small child.
Because youâve seen what heâs like during the heresy. You know what kind of bizarre âritual sacrifice of entire worldsâ stuff heâs up to during that time. So wouldnât it be fucked up to finally return to your husband, thinking that nothing bad will happen to you or your family ever again, only to watch as your husband slowly transforms into that? You went from forcibly spending all your waking hours around an egotistical ruler who couldnt give two shits whether you lived or died, to spending all your waking hours around your unhinged cult leader husband who adores you to an unhealthy extent.
Years ago, when you were just starting out your relationship with Lorgar, you were afraid that he was putting you on a pedestal. And you were so frightened by the possibility that one day you were going to fall from it. But now you know how foolish you were. He didnât put you on a pedestal, he chained you to it. You are his lover, his wife, the mother of his child; and he will worship you until the day he dies, and he will never let you go. When he walks into your shared room and holds you at night he whispers prayers to the gods, and then to you. His hands are clean and yet they smell of blood, his eyes glow with an unnatural light, thereâs something horribly wrong with him and yetâŚ
Is that not what you wanted?
Didnât you ask to go back home to your husband?
Because youâre home now. And youâre not leaving.
ohhhhh i like this take, that maybe being with the Emperor was actually the BETTER choice???? That with Lorgar having lost himself in this chaos worship that the Emperor in all his uncaring coldness might have being trying to, in some way, protect you? If even just tangentially? And now you start thinking about wanting to return to him??? That you wished perhaps that you hadn't pleaded to return to Colchis, and instead stayed on Terra? Because Lorgar is losing it and now you're watching him melt down slowly, but you can't do anything about it and he's treating your child like a little demigod and as much as he loves your child, there is clearly SOMETHING wrong
This is interesting I like this a lot
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I need more babydaddy!ghostđđžđŤ
ask and ye shall receive.
toxic baby daddy!ghost x reader continued
wc: 1.4k
cw: afab!reader but no gendered terms, angst, hurt/comfort, a lil bit of hope, no use of y/n ever, mdni.
find pt. 1 here
âDid you have fun, Boo Bear?â Your son giggles as heâs passed from his fatherâs hold into yours, his cherubic face and hands are sticky with god knows what but you barely notice when he rubs them over your skin. Sticky kinda comes with the territory. When he's securely in your arms, you press a kiss to the crown of his head, breathing in deep the smell of fried food and other people and baby beneath it all. These days you're rarely apart, your stomach turning uncomfortably when he's out of your sight, heart racing at the idea of what could happen with him out of your reach, your protection. But you'd promised Ghost you'd try.
So you're trying.
âMhm!â Tommy bobs his head up and down enthusiastically, and begins recounting the dramatic highs and lows of his trip out with his ânew dadâ. The title makes Ghost wince, a small twitch he just canât hide from someone whoâd seen everything he had been, could be. A gesture that the person who sat with his nightmares, his secrets, his bouts with a cold, his backaches, his survivorâs guilt, wouldnât miss. And a not-so-small part of you lavishes in his discomfort. A part of you thinks with so much vitriol; âThis is what you deserve. You deserve your son being a stranger to you.â You take the time to catalogue your ex. He looks so bizarre here. In your home, where he used to be so welcome, his wide frame crowded into your small kitchen where you smiled and kissed and teased when things were simple, when he hadnât broken the two of you. His shoulders are hiked up around his ears, clearly on the defensive, waiting for you to drop the bomb that this was a one time thing, That somehow heâd gone and fucked it all up again and you were going to make sure he never saw a hair on Tommyâs sweet head again.
And you could.
And you want to.
With all the energy only a four year old could have, Tommy finishes his story with a flourish neither of you are prepared for; âIs daddy gonna come live with us, now?â A different kind of bomb drops in your kitchen, exploding with no sound but so much heat and pain in both of your faces, ricocheting off mismatched plates and lightly cracked mugs and refrigerator paintings with two figures and not three.
He swings his head back and forth between your faces, baby tooth grin wide and unbothered, uncaring in a way only a child could be. Expectant. Waiting.
âThomas, why donât you show us how fast you can get in your jammies for bed, huh?â You bend at the waist and let your sonâs feet hit the floor, letting his question hang in the air, where it couldnât hurt him, hurt you.
âOkay!â Heâs easy to placate, happy to show Ghost exactly how fast he can be; âDaddy, watch!â His tiny form disappearing down the hall.
âYou could have let me answer him.â He murmurs, covering his face with the huge width of his hand and keeping it there. Briefly, you wonder if itâs compulsive. You never noticed it when you were together. The mask was hard to ignore, but now with his face bare, you can see it causes him actual distress, even with you. âSo you can pin the answer on me?â You scoff, turning to eyeball the dishes in your sink, thereâs only three, remnants from your solitary dinner at home. You wash the dregs of pasta sauce off the ceramic plate, just so you have something to do. Just so you donât have to look at him. âNo, Iâm good.â
Your back is suddenly, startlingly warm.
âIâm not trying to turn him against you. Or take him away from you.â Heâs pushed himself into your space, like heâs become so good at doing lately, being where you donât want him. Filling in gaps that have been empty for years, gaps that shouldâve stayed empty.
âI donât think you could.â He places both of his hands over your forearms, squeezing at the flesh of your upper arms, like heâs trying to reconcile that youâre there, that heâs in your home again. That he can touch you. That you let him touch you.
You let him turn you around. You let him take your face in his hands. You let him crowd close and press his lips to your face, your cheeks, the bridge of your nose, your lips. âIâm sorry.â He murmurs into your mouth, pushing his sorrow, his remorse inside you, planting it with his tongue. You kiss him back, because it feels good. It feels good and you deserve something good. You deserve to feel uncomplicated pleasure and a racing heart that only beats faster under the ministrations of heavy hands and a deep, quiet voice, like dark, black gravel in your ear.
âDad! Come see my trucks!â Tommy's voice rips you out of your reverie, And you press your hand to your mouth, lips tingling in Ghostâs absence. You canât even begin to articulate how much you missed it, the intimacy, the sensation. Youâd insisted months ago there wouldnât be anymore blurred lines, crossed boundaries. Co-parenting. No more hooking up. Those were the rules. The rules you made. It makes you sick. Disappointed in yourself, because no matter how bad he hurt you, how deep his serrated knife cuts, you want him, still. After everything.
âGo home Ghost. Go wherever, I don't care, justâŚleave.â Your throat feels like you swallowed glass, you want to scream so badly, it feels like screaming is the only thing thatâll alleviate that tight, dry feeling. âItâs what youâre good at, right?â He looks like he wants to say something, rebut you, argue with you, insist the kiss means something, anything. Instead, he follows your instructions with his regular military precision. He bids your son goodbye, promising to see him soon.
Later, after youâve tucked Tommy in, after youâve had time to reprimand yourself, he calls you.
âDid he go down alright?â Youâre holding your phone between your cheek and your shoulder, which you hate to do, but having a four year old kind of necessitates both hands being free. Youâd been folding little shirts with cartoon dogs and anthropomorphic cars when he'd called you to talk, and honestly, youâre surprised you even answered the phone when youâd just seen him an hour ago.
âIt was a battle. Didnât help that you loaded him up with all the sugar he could handle.â Itâs neutral territory, easy to talk about in the wake of what happened, so you cling to it. The local street fair is hardly Disneyland, but it was loud and bright enough to capture your sonâs attention while being small enough for Ghost to feel at ease with just sunglasses, a hat, and a hooded sweatshirt.
âIâm no good at saying no to him.â He huffs, and you can hear him settle into bed wherever he is. You assume some motel, with flickering lights and a lax policy on paying cash for rooms.
âIt comes with practice.â You donât say much more than that, but he holds on to it, clutches at it like the life raft it is. The promise of practice, the idea that heâll get to see his son more, get to see you more.
Itâs quiet for a while, you stay on the phone with him, going through your nighttime routine, flicking off all the lights in the house, picking up stray toys before you settle into bed yourself.
âGhos-â
âPlease.â He begs. His voice is so quiet it almost doesnât register over the phone, you almost think youâve imagined it until he asks again, insistent, like the soft, miserable apologies heâd kissed into your skin. âPlease. I know I pushed too hard. Just for tonight. Just this time. â The next breath you take is weak, rattling and tired, and your eyes prick with tears that shouldnât even be there to begin with. He made his choice. He cut you out. And it hurt. It hurt like fourteen hours of labour on your own. Like pushing and breathing and crying out to God to never give you a man to love again.
âSimon. I need to go to bed.â You murmur, voice low and far too intimate. You can hear his inhale shudder into his lungs on the other end. His name doesnât taste like you thought it would, after all this time. Like the ash and smoke and thick dark blood youâd expected. It does, however, taste a bit like losing. Like the deflated feeling you get in your stomach when you let your anger burn to nothing.
It tastes like giving in.
And itâs not nearly as bad of a taste as you thought.
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hi! Would mind writing a part two to your young!Haymitch x reader? Maybe with both of them winning and just developing a relationship through the aftermath.
Summary: Haymitch and (y/n) struggle to adjust after getting out of the Games together but find comfort in each other.
Word count: 1.7K
Warnings: Kissing, swearing, mention of gore (a little at the start, not really though).
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âAre you ready to go home?â Haymitch asks, snapping me out of my frozen state, staring out of the window of the train.
I turn to look at him, seeing the empty train cart, unable to stop seeing the two other tributes from our district, they came with us and now weâre leaving without them. Their bodies lie on the floor and are draped across the table, forcing me to see their mutilated states.
âIâm gonna throw up.â I say after a second, standing up and hurrying to the bathroom on the train cart, my hand covering my mouth.
â(y/n)?â I hear before I fall to my knees in front of the toilet, throwing up into the bowl, gripping the sides to stabilise myself. Haymitch pulls my hair out of the way and rests his other hand on my shoulder. âWhatâs wrong?â He asks during a break in throwing up.
I lean back, sitting on the back of my feet as I look back to face Haymitch, wiping my face with one of the towels provided.
âIâm just not feeling very well.â I say, standing up slowly and walking back out to the main section of the train cart once Iâm sure Iâm done throwing up.
âCome on, (y/n), whatâs wrong? We both know thatâs not it.â He says as we sit down by the window again, I turn to look out the window, staring at the scenery despite the train not moving yet.
âTheyâre not here.â I say quietly.
âWhoâs not here? Do you want me to get the escort lady or shitty mentor guy?â He raises an eyebrow, clearly confused.
âThe other two tributes from 12.â I say. âThey came but theyâre not leaving. They wonât ever leave.â I mumble, resting my head on my hand, wiping away a tear by my eye.
âDonât think about them.â He says gruffly and Iâm slightly appalled by his uncaring statement towards dead children.
âDonât think about them? Are you telling me you donât feel bad about any of it, sad, guilty, anything?â I ask, my voice is louder as I get more upset.
âNo, I donât.â He pauses as I stare at him confused and disappointed. âBecause if it didnât happen then you wouldnât be here and neither would I.â
His response shocks me. âWhat?â I ask quietly.
âYouâre alive, Iâm alive, thatâs all I care about at the moment and so should you.â He says more softly, opening his arms and offering me a much needed hug.
Shuffling towards him, I wrap my arms around him, resting my head on his chest.
âLetâs just think about getting home first and all the fancy food we can eat on this train.â I chuckle at the end of his sentence and itâs clear heâs trying to distract me. He places a kiss to the top of my head before standing up, taking my hand and leading me after him.
âCome on, letâs cost them some money.â I chuckle again, standing up with him and wiping a final tear from my cheek as we walk to the food carts.
Walking into the next heart lays a table full of fancy food and colourful drinks.
âOh my god they have whipped cream.â I smile as I quickly sit at the table, Haymitch not far behind, chuckling at my newfound excitement. âIâve only had whipped cream likeâŚâ I pause thinking. âOnce.â I reach for one of the deserts covered in whipped cream, placing it in front of me and swiping some of the cream with my finger, lifting it to my mouth and tentatively tasting it. âYou need to try it.â I smile, reaching for one of the spoons and scooping a bit and feeding it to Haymitch.
âThat is good.â He says smirking.
I turn back to the table, seeing a bowl of strawberries and liquid chocolate to dip them in whilst Haymich grabs his own food.
Dipping a strawberry in chocolate, I taste the delicious combination, making a bit of a mess with the chocolate but enjoying it nonetheless.
âYouâve made it a bit of a mess with that chocolate, itâs all over your lips.â He says and quickly moves towards me pressing his lips against mine, cleaning the chocolate with a satisfied hum. âDelicious.â He pulls back, smirking at my flustered state.
âYou caught me off guard, donât look too proud.â I huff, biting into another strawberry.
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The train pulls up to the station and Iâm instantly jumping up from my chair to get to the door, not expecting the crowd that appears in front of me when the door opens.
âMum?â I ask quietly, my voice being drowned out as I search over the crowd, looking for her.
Haymitch appears behind me after a moment and is blinded by the bright light of the sun and deafened by the sounds of the crowds.
âFucking hell.â He groans as I look over the crowd, still looking until I see her waving, kept back by the crowd a little while away.
âMum? Mum!â I shout as I disappear into the crowd, avoiding the questions as I dart past people and into my mumâs open arms. Upon closer inspection I can see the tears that stain her cheeks and the weight sheâs lost whilst I was gone, I imagine she can feel the same has happened to me.
After reuniting with my mother, she heads home to pack herself, ready for us to move into Victorsâ Village. Some of the crowds have dissipated so I look around for Haymitch, wondering where he went, knowing heâs not the biggest fan of crowds.
âHaymitch?â I cup my hands around my mouth calling his name whilst looking around. âHaymitch?â I wander around before seeing him leaning back against a tree, eating an apple from the train. âHaymitch.â I smile, walking over to him. âYou okay?â I ask softly, sitting next to him and resting my head on his shoulder. âI know you donât like the crowds.â
âWhatâs there to like? No oneâs even waiting for me.â He grunts out.
âYour dad didnât come?â I ask gently, knowing his dad is a sore subject as heâs always been a little absent in Haymitchâs life. Actually, him not turning up to meet Haymitch is quite in character for him but Haymitch just shakes his head. âIâm sorry.â I say quietly.
ââS not your fault.â He mumbles fiddling with a small blade from the train, cutting off bits of an apple.
âThey gave me a house, a real fancy one in the village down there.â I point. âYouâve got one too, we can move in when we want.â I try to lighten the mood. âDo you wanna check it out?â I offer with a small smile, trying to distract him a little.
âFancy houses? Like rewards?â I shrug.
âI guess so.â He chuckles darkly.Â
âThat sounds about right from the President.â I nod and we both stand up, walking to the village.
Feeling the cold nipping at my skin I walk close beside Haymitch, reaching for his hand in an attempt to warm myself up.
âThereâs like ten houses here, which ones do we get?â He asks, looking around.
âThese closest ones have name plaques on them.â I say, leading him to one of the houses and seeing my name engraved on a gold plaque. âI guess this is mine.â I quirk a small smile, excited as the door clicks open and we walk in.
Itâs silent except the sound of creaking floorboards under our feet as we explore the house, hand in hand still.Â
âThis house is massive.â I say in awe as we walk around, inspecting the rooms. âThereâs like a million rooms.â I chuckle excitedly as he follows me around, entertaining my exploration with a small smile. âDo you think your house is built differently?âÂ
âI donât know, love but Iâm sure youâre gonna take me to look in a minute.â I nod, a telling smile on my face as we both know itâs true.
âYou know,â I pause. âYou could stay with us.â I say, turning to face him as we walk down the stairs.
He quirks an eyebrow, looking slightly confused.
âIf you didnât want to stay with your dad, I mean thereâs plenty of space in this house, so many bedrooms!â I chuckle. âYou donât have to, but the offerâs there.â I smile softly.
âNo, Iâd like that.â He says, a smile emerging on his face. âSounds real nice. Itâd do us both some good.â He says and I look at him confused.
âYour nightmares, I know you donât think I know about âem.â He says as I react a little shocked.
âSo youâll help with my nightmares and Iâll help with your antisocial tendencies?â
âAntisocial tendencies?â He scoffs.
âYour habit of ignoring and avoiding people.â I point out and he is forced to conceive. âYou wonât be able to ignore me if we live in the same house.â I chuckle.
âAre you trapping me? This sounds like kidnappingâŚâ He jokes.
âItâs not kidnapping because you want to be with me.â I point out with a smirk as we walk into the kitchen, still looking around.
âGoddamn right I wanna be with you.â He says, lifting me up in the air, causing me to shriek slightly in surprise before he presses his lips against mine.
He places me back down on the ground but doesnât pull his lips away from mine, instead wrapping his arms around my waist leaving my hands free to reach around his neck, pulling him closer to me.Â
He pushes his lips against mine, harsh but not too harsh, pouring all the pent up emotions from the last few weeks into the kiss, the passion and fears combined. My fingers tangle in the threads of his hair, the soft curls situated on the back of his head.
â(y/n)!â I hear my mum shout through the house before walking in the door, not giving us time to separate or jump apart before she appears with a few bags in hand. âOh, Iâm sorry.â She says, looking a little embarrassed although not as much as us. âIâll leave. It was nice to meet you, Haymitch.â She says quietly before walking out the door.
Once I hear the door close, signalling sheâs walked out the house, I bury my head in Haymitchâs chest, cheeks burning as he chuckles lowly.
âYour mother seems nice.â He jokes and I groan only causing him to laugh more.
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AN: I hope you enjoyed reading!
Sorry I'm taking a while to get through requests!
I have rewritten this part two at least four times, I'm glad I've finally got a better version to post.
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Stefan x reader - what Iâve done
Can i request a Stefan Salvatore one where he turned off his humanity and ur the only one who can make him turn it on - Anonđ
You werenât in town when it happened, if you were you would never have let him turn it off.
Now you were everyoneâs only hope of fixing what Klaus had done, but trying to find Stefan was a mission and a half, but you managed to track the pair down to a small town nearby.
Walking into the bar, you looked around before spotting them sitting without a care in the world as the sipped their drinks and drank blood from the poor unsuspecting bar tenders.
âI didnât think youâd find us so fast.â Klaus mused.
âLet him go.â You warned.
Klaus turned to face you, a smirk on his lips as he swirled his drink around in his glass.
âWhatâll you do?â He chuckled.
You didnât reply, because truth be told, what would you do? You couldnât do anything.
Stefan didnât even bother to face you, and that stung. The man who looked at you with nothing but love and adoration, who held you on your worst nights.
He simply sat there, eyeing up some people in the corner of the room with malicious intent.
âStefanâŚâ you called softly.
This made him finally turn, and the look in his eyes made you shiver.
âGo home.â Was all he said.
Klaus chuckled to himself and got up, walking away.
You walked over to Stefan and stood in front of him, searching his eyes for any sign of the old him being there, but you couldnât find anything.
Stefan didnât say anything, but he met your gaze with his cold and uncaring one.
âStefan⌠I know youâre in thereâŚâ you whispered.
âItâs pointless.â He mused.
You shook your head.
âItâs not, because I know you Stefan, I know youâre in there. The real you.â
âThis is the real me (Y/N)! Why canât you see that! This is what I am!â He snapped.
âItâs not! This is what klaus wants! He wants you to be like this! But this isnât you!â
Stefanâs hand tightened around his glass that hard it shattered under his grip.
He quickly stood up, and you stumbled back a step, flinching just a little as he slammed his hand on to the counter.
Something in his expression changed for a second, you could have sworn you saw regret, but just as quickly as it came it went.
âLeave.â He said calmly.
âStefan Iâm not going to give up this easily, you know me better than that. I know I can bring you back, and I will. Because I love you, and I donât want you building your a huge pile of regret that youâll never be able to forget.â
You gave him a sweet smile and held out your hand to him.
âWhat?â He asked.
âPlease? Iâll leave after.â
Stefan sighed and held out his hand to you.
Taking it, you reached into your pocket and pulled out the necklace he gave to you, a promise he would always be with you.
It was a promise that no matter what happened, where you guys went, Stefan would always find his way back to you.
âYou need it more than I do.â You whispered.
Closing his fingers around it, you let his hand go and walked out of the bar.
Klaus was leaning against your car, a smirked on his face as he stood up straight.
âGiven up?â
âNot a chance in hell. Let him go Klaus, I swear to god let him go now.â
âHm. Let me think. No.â
You walked in front of him, when you were close enough you quickly pulled a stake from your pocket and shoved it into his chest.
Klaus roared in pain, but it soon turned into laughter as he pulled it out before it could have any effect.
âYouâre dead.â
He pinned you to your car, hand around your throat as he tightened his grip.
âYou know what?â He whispered, âIâm not going to kill you⌠Iâm going to make Stefan do itâŚâ
He called the other vampire and he came rushing out, standing right next to klaus as his eyes bore into you.
You knew this was stupid, you had no plans of actually doing any of this, but seeing the flicker of emotion from Stefan when he scared you, you knew it was your only chance.
You had to try this, the absolute last resort, you had to try while you still knew where they were.
Even if it didnât work, you knew you tried.
âKill her.â
Klaus dropped you, leaving you gasping for air as you fell to the floor, hitting your head.
Blood trickled down your face as you slowly looked up.
âWhat?â Stefan asked.
âKill her. Now.â
Stefan didnât do anything.
Klaus grabbed Stefan by the shoulders, eyes boring into his as he smirked to himself.
âKill her, and make her sufferâŚâ
With that, he walked away.
âShe better be dead when I come back out!â
Stefan looked down at you, watching you slowly stand up, leaning heavily against your car.
Stefan slowly reached out, but he hesitated.
âStefan pleaseâŚâ you whispered weakly.
He didnât say anything, he simply grabbed you and tossed you across the parking lot.
The pain flooding through your body was intense, it hurt so much, tears spilled down your face.
You tried to sit up but you couldnât, every time you moved a scream of pain ripped through you.
Stefan slowly stalked his way over to you, standing just a few feet away as he watched you struggle.
Thatâs when he saw it.
The bit of metal you had snapped off when you went flying into the air.
It was stuck straight through your stomach, blood dripping from the end.
But it didnât make him hungry, it didnât make him want to drink every single drop of blood flowing through your body.
It made him sick.
Stefanâs hand slowly came up to his mouth, covering it as he crouched down, eyes meeting your teary ones.
âJust kill meâŚâ you chocked out, âpleaseâŚâ
Stefan moved closer and you held eye contact with him.
âStefan⌠it.. it hurts⌠please⌠make it endâŚâ
He knelt next to you, hand slowly reaching out to brush some hair from your face.
âItâs.. itâs not your faultâŚâ
His eyes brimmed with tears, he pressed his hand to the side of your face.
âI.. oh god.. Iâm so.. Iâm so sorryâŚâ
Stefan bit his wrist, and fed you his blood, then he looked at the metal sticking through you and looked back at you.
âThis is going to hurtâŚâ
He reached around you, holding your head to his chest as he gripped it from the other side and quickly ripped it out.
You screamed and he quickly held you tighter.
âCome on, come onâŚâ
He quickly picked you up and rushed you to your cat, sticking you in the back seat he jumped in the drivers side and sped away.
He had to get you as far away as possible, so he drove and drove.
He kept looking at you in the rear view mirror, and when he saw you head dropping he panicked.
Pulling up to some sleazy looking motel he got a room and rushed you inside, laying his jacket on the bed before resting you in it.
He felt your pulse, it was weak, but it was there, though your skin was deathly cold.
âCome onâŚâ he whispered.
He wasnât going to turn you, he promised to never do that until you agreed.
Looking at you deathly pale form, he couldnât help but cry.
He did this.
This was his fault.
And nothing could ever fix what heâd done to you.
He couldnât do anything, so all he did was call an ambulance and sit with you until it was close, then he left.
He couldnât stand to look at you, look at what heâd done to the woman he loved.
So he left, hoping and praying you would make it through the night
#the vampire diaries x reader#the vampire diaries imagine#the vampire diares imagine#the vampire diaries#stefan salvatore x reader#Stefan Salvatore x you#Stefan Salvatore imagine
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Part 2 of the Nesta gets sick, acofas re-write thing
This is not my best work honestly. It's more of my quick writing. But you know what? It is what it is. Not everything can be a masterpiece and I should post things even when I don't think it's perfect. Keeps me humble and keeps me brave. This was a pep talk for me.
Part 1
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The icy wind scars his face, but it's a small form of torture. Her name sits on his tongue, but he has yet to see if the mountains will hear him or if the people of Velaris will point the way.
Which tavern? Which music hall? Which book store? Which person's bedroom will he find her in?
How drunk will she be?
Cassian wishes he was drunk right now, but...
Has he ever been sober since he's seen her face?
Cassian sees her and the words spill out his mouth. Nothing honest--no. If he were telling the truth, he'd have sunk to his knees. Human, fae, or... death.
She breathed life back into him.
Now Nesta's being haunted by her thoughts, drinking them away, so they may be silenced, so the ice on his face--the piercing slice of winter, is a small price to pay. A small sacrifice. A small revenge for he deserves more than this.
"Nesta!" he yells, but Cassian's sure the wind swallows his call, howling like a wolf to the moon.
Cassian doesn't like the thought of her traveling in this. The city is bright, but he's unsurprised that many of the businesses are closed. It is a holiday after all. Thankfully, the taverns are alight with patrons and noise. He's almost glad it's open if only to offer Nesta reprieve.
Because she isn't at home when he knocks on her door. He can't sense her at all. Cauldron knows her apartment must not have good heating, or at least the door felt as cold as ice. Quiet and mocking. For that alone, Cassian's sure she'd be somewhere here.
So which tavern will it be?
He clenches his fist, but he tells himself it's to warm them and not because the thought of her uncared for goads on his nerves. Not because the thought of her cared for in another's bed makes him want to gut someone brutally.
"We haven't seen her, my lord," the barkeeper says.
"Cassian," he quickly corrects, though he knows none of the workers will do as he asks, formality running heavy throughout town.
"We haven't seen her in a couple of days actually," a younger fae, who offers to pour him a drink, notes. "She usually sits right over there, nearest to the musicians. They've been traveling, you see, so perhaps she's tried another tavern."
"We hope she comes back, my lord. Our high lady's sister is always welcome."
Cassian is sure she is, since he's seen the bills collected on her behalf. "Do you know where she might be?"
The barkeeper shrugs, "maybe Blue Mill? Have you tried the Wolf's den?"
"She's not there," he says, though Cassian offers his thanks and moves on to another tavern down the way, much tamer than the last.
Nesta's not at that one either. The snow sprinkles down and it packs the ground in deep white. He can feel it in his boots.
Where can Nesta be?
Perhaps, he should have told Azriel to send his shadows, but he does what he knows, so he shoots to the sky, not bothering to think about how much his wings will ache from this weather.
He doesn't know how long he searches, before something starts eating at his gut. Something pokes and prods at his chest. Something is not right.
Something is terribly wrong, and it is not this storm or the sting against his wings. It's not the fact that the city sings even from above, as if nothing but him can sense this.
Nesta is nowhere in sight.
She's not at the bridge, the taverns, the trail to her house, the walk to the bookstores, along the Sidra. There is nothing that says that Nesta lives here, all he sees is white.
White is the color of death, he finds, and something morbid calls him forth.
Nesta. Nesta. Nesta.
He thinks the wind calls her name, an echo of his voice. A chant. Cassian thinks of death gods. Of monsters. Of villainous people.
What is happening to her?
Why can't he find her?
Cassian circles the mountain, pulling at his hair.
There.
A scarf circles around a lamp post and it looks like the one Elain gifts to Nesta for her birthday last spring. Light blue and waving hello, come find me, I need you. When he grasps it, Cassian can catch the slightest whiff of her scent.
"Nesta," he calls, peering at the space as if she'll come out of hiding. He sees piles of snow, no footprints in sight. All he can smell is wind and winter and cold. "Nesta!"
He finds a shroud near the stairs, her head lying against the stone. Touches of brass and pale skin. Snow has already begun to pile on her body. A blanket of white. A funeral.
"Nesta," he gasps. "Nesta. Nesta!"
She is so perfectly silent, it fills him with dread.
"Talk to me, Nesta," he demands as he grasps her shoulders, and then her hands, blowing into them as if that my warm her from the inside out.
Her cheeks are a budding pink and her lips are tinged in blue. Cassian thinks of death, corpses, and pale flesh. He can't help it. Nesta lays so still, he wants to throw up.
Her heart beat is faint, but Cassian thinks it might just be the wind drowning out any noise. At least he keeps repeating that to himself, because pulling out his own won't help hers beat louder or stronger.
"I'm going to take you to the house," he says, though she doesn't make a sound. Nesta's head lulls into his neck as he holds her to his chest. Cassian's surprised to find a touch of warmth at her skin and for that he sends a thousand thanks to the Mother.
"I've got you Nesta," he says, kissing at the top of her head without thinking. "I've got you."
I'm never leaving you alone, again.
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You see I have a very good memory, so I had this book series memorized like the back of my mind. But then I went into a PhD program, and brain dumped it all. SO I cannot remember some details or at least I can't remember which things happened in what book... just like SJM ( LOL ). So if this is not bookly accurate, just ignore it. Nothing about this is bookly accurate anyway.
Also this is hella dramatic. I should have really just started off with... he found her with no explanation... which is what I usually do. But I tried to give explanation. And... it's dramatic. But whateva.
You'll see her actually sick in the next part.
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my childhood friend wrote a gay omegaverse faction about me! Chapter 3
a/n wish my editor well they where vary scared editing this chapter
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Jobie pov
    The date is going horribly. Kendyl and I are sitting inside of this cute cafe waiting for our food. Youâd think on a date youâd want to talk to the person you're with, hold hands, kiss even. Not like anyone would want to kiss that animal. But now me and Kendyl are sitting awkwardly. Thatâs not important right now though, you didnât say anything about Kendyl, you didnât scream or yell or even get mad! What a joke. I mean, would you at least be a little jealous? I kissed him for god sake! the thought of your childhood friend getting in a relationship would anger you, shouldnât it? And that girl! She dared talk to whatâs mine! Ugh this is sickening! I need to go home, chill by myself, and wash my mouth. Like ew, Iâd think kissing this dog multiple times would help me get used to it, but no, unfortunately, honestly itâs getting worse. I glared at Kendyl. He was back to scrolling on his phone, uncaring. He was such a useless person, and he doesnât even care about me, he doesnât love me. The only thing thatâs important about me is that Iâll help get what he wants. The reason he asked me to date him was just to piss off his parents, and after the whole thing blows over, heâs just going to push me away. It doesnât bother me though. I'm using him too, to get you. He doesnât matter, it's you, you're the important one, you're the one who matters, you're the one that cares about me⌠in your own weird way. You may not like to say anything to me, or be around me, but I know you care for me. I know it. You wanted to tell me something earlier, you probably wanted to apologize or tell me you love me, and the way you got all close, and you even blushed! I mean, you wouldnât do that to someone you hate, you just donât! That has to be proof of your love. Can we talk about your face when I grabbed your arm, I mean you were totally terrified! You just didnât show it fully, but Iâll make you show it. Oh to have you under my grasp, to make you the one all weak, the one to shuffle in embarrassed under me. It sounds like heaven, but that heaven is far. Not impossible though.
  I look at my phone and I see my new obsession update âways on how to catch a darlingâ. It was a semi popular manhwa made recently. The whole plot was about this young guy stalking his crush to the point that they kill themselves and the guy decides to write a story, and itâs the story you're reading. It was so interesting the emotions were perfect and it honestly reminded me of you. The way the darling was all confident and proud and at the slightest inconvenience they crumbled. Now Iâm not crazy, I don't want you to die. Just to listen to my every command, is it that hard?Â
   âSo why were you hanging out with him?â Kendyl asks as he takes a sip of his drink. I glare at him. He has no right to talk about you, especially in such a demeaning way.Â
   âHeâs my friend,â I say. There is no way Iâm letting this animal talk about you badly, youâre too precious. Kendyl chuckles and shakes his hand.
    âI saw the way he looked at us, just like my parents.â Kendyl says, so clearly amused. I frown. I know you're homophobic but hearing it out loud made it worse for whatever reason, but I know that one day youâll accept me, accept us.
   âI know,â my response was short and direct. I was done talking about you to that animal. He doesnât deserve to say your name, or talk about you, or even think about you. I scowl. I'm sick of looking at his face.
   âHey, this reminds me of this one movie I watched,â Usually I ignore him when he starts talking about his pornos, but he says something that catches my attention. âThis guy is all tough and whatever and he's all football and shit.â Kendyl used air quotes to make his point. âAnyway, he has this girlfriend who likes totally the dumb blond type and then one day she was murdered ooOOOo,â he said sarcastically. âAnywho, turns out this twink killed her because he was jealous and wanted the jock guy all to himself. And the twink totally fucked the shit out of the jock.â he laughs. âI mean itâs funny this small guy manhandled a 6 '5 beast.â Kendyl laughs harder. âAnd like-,â I stopped listening there. I didnât want to listen to him rant anymore then I had to, but something he said intrigued me. Well multiple things, first the jock sounded just like you and the blond bitch seems a lot like the purple haired girl I saw texting you earlier. And the twink, I hate to sound like Kendyl but a small guy like that killing someone sounds funny. I mean imagine me killing somebody, me! Imagine me killing Kendyl or that freak texting you or maybe even my sister, I saw the way you ogle her. God to be the one who you stare at like that. Oh I wonder if you would be scared of me then. Of course you would! I can be the one to manhandle you, be the one to bend you over to see the tears run down your cheeks, it would be just perfect! But I know it would never happen. Well, maybe in a fanfiction or story. Maybe I can live out my dreams in a fanfiction, a yaoi omegaverse fanfic! Omegaverse has always been my favorite. But it can just be about me and you, well maybe I can add Kendyl so I can kill him off, and maybe that purple haired bitch, but make her a guy. I donât even want to write about her, so maybe making her a guy will make it slightly better, same with my sister.Â
   âI have to go,â I say, not willing to hear Kendylâs voice anymore.Â
   âHuh? What about the food?â He asked. I glared but gave him ten bucks to pay for it. Not wasting another second, I rush home and start to write. Iâm no longer going to be the sweet innocent little Jobie anymore, Iâm no longer going to be the Jobie who freaks out when you swear, Iâm no longer the Jobie who follows you around like a loser, and Iâm no longer the Jobie you can push around. I will be the Jobie who you look up to, the Jobie who saves you from this horrible place, these horrible people. I might not be able to in the real world, but in this book Iâm going to write I will be.
#male reader#yandere#yandere boyfriend#yandere male#yandere x darling#male yandere#yandere male oc#yandere male x reader#yandere mlm#yandere stories#yandere omegaverse#yandere omega
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Overwhelmed, feat Dabi
A/N: I got a request on wattpad for Dabi with an overwhelmed autistic s/o. I based this on how Iâve been feeling lately, since yeah overwhelmed
You were so on edge all the time, and it was driving you insane. Every sound was too loud, all the lights were too bright, and god forbid you had to hear the neighbors sing karaoke one more time, you were going to implode. Dabi hadnât been back to your place for a couple of days, and you werenât sure if his absence was making things better or worse. You missed him, but you also werenât sure if you could handle any company right now.Â
Just on cue, the doorbell rang. You sighed, preparing yourself mentally for being face to face with another human being. It was most likely Dabi, since you werenât expecting anyone else. Besides, you wouldnât open the door for some stranger anyway. You checked the peephole and saw it was indeed him. You took a deep breath, and plastered a calm-ish expression on your face, hoping he wouldnât notice how uneasy and on edge you were.
You opened the door and took a few steps back to let Dabi into the apartment. He closed the door behind him and kicked his shoes into the corner next to the door. You walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch.
Dabi looked around the room, noticing you didnât have any lights on and your blinds were open only a bit. The room was very dimly lit, and he saw your headphones recharging on the corner of the coffee table. It wasnât just your surroundings that gave him pause, you seemed anxious and on edge as well.
âWhatâs up your ass today? You seem offâ he asked as he sat down on the other end of the couch to give you space.
Of course, he would notice, heâd known you too long for him to not know when you were having a hard time.
âI just feel overwhelmed again. Thereâs been too much crap going on latelyâ you sighed, feeling like you just wanted to sink into the couch.
âLights too bright, sounds too loud, that kinda crap?â Dabi sighed, scratching his cheek near the staples that were under his eye.
âAnd the neighbors have been singing karaoke almost every night for the past weekâ you groaned.
âDamn, that sucksâ
âOh, it does. It sucks so bad, and I hate it, because theyâre keeping me up. Theyâre not even going past the allowed time, but I want to go to sleep earlier, and itâs a pain in the ass!â you ranted. âAnd I canât even do anything about it, because theyâre not really doing anything wrong. Aaargh, itâs so fucking annoying!â
âYou could still tell them off, you know. Theyâre still bein assholesâ
âI donât think they would listen, since theyâre not really doing anything wrongâ
âYou want me to tell them off?â he asked, already stretching his wrists.
âI know this isnât the most glorious apartment, but itâs still my home, so I would prefer you not burn down the buildingâ you sighed.
âI was just plannin on talking to them, but have it your wayâ he rolled his eyes.
âSure you wereâ it was your turn to roll your eyes. âIâm just tired and overwhelmed, itâs been almost a week since Iâve gotten enough sleep, and everything feels like itâs way too muchâ
âDo you want to be alone? Cause I can leave if you want me toâ he asked.
âI donât know, to be honest. I missed you, but I kinda also want to be aloneâ
âI donât really care either wayâ Dabi yawned.
You were used to his nonchalant attitude. He often came off as cold and uncaring to others, but you knew better. You knew he cared about you, but he also needed a lot of alone time and you didnât need to be together constantly to know you cared about each other.
âOr, we can just stay like this? I do like being near you, but I donât really want to talk or anythingâ
âFine by meâ Dabi stretched and settled more comfortably on the couch.
Dabi was well aware you didnât really care for talking or affection when you were feeling overwhelmed, but he also knew that even though you enjoyed your alone time, you hated feeling lonely. He was fine with just hanging out while you did your own thing, you didnât always have to talk about something, you could just enjoy each otherâs company in silence too. Besides, he had barely slept for the last few days, so he could just take a nap on your couch, while keeping you company at the same time. Win-win.
#bnha#mha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#dabi#bnha dabi#mha dabi#bnha scenarios#mha scenarios#bnha x reader#mha x reader#mha fanfiction#bnha fanfiction#comfort
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iâve been doing some thinking about comphet!abby specifically when she first realised that thereâs a small possibility that she likes you more than a friend.
it all started when owen and her fell apart. abby canât bring herself to put the blame on owen for breaking up with her. knowing that ever since she started hanging out with you she hadnât been trying anymore. not really spending that much time with him anymore, and whenever they did hang out she was always kind of in her own world.
when he confronted her, abby couldnât bring herself to even try to save the relationship. she just didnât care. when owen had asked her why, why they never seem to spend any time with each other, abby only muttered a soft âiâm sorry.â
she couldnât tell him what she was really thinking. that her first response to his question had been something so⌠she couldnât tell him her thoughts, she felt rude and dismissive, and abby cared about him too much owen to hurt him more than she had already done.
he has only pinched the bridge of his nose in response before continuing to speak. âthis- this isnât working, abbs. no dates, no i love yous anymore, no sex for god knows how long.â he was surprisingly calm, even though he was visibly frustrated he didnât raise his voice once. it felt odd, this owen who was standing in front of her.
âthis isnât a relationship anymore. maybe itâs time we go back to what we used to be, and what we did best.â abby looks at him, her eyes cold and uncaring. she knows whatâs coming, but canât bring herself to fight for this relationship. instead she feels glad.
âmaybe we should just be friends.â and god, abby doesnât think sheâs ever agreed with him more on anything.
on the way to your apartment, abbyâs replaying the conversation she had with owen. she knows youâre waiting for her with ice cream and some of those sappy movies you love so much, the breakup cure as you called it.
she texted you the moment owen left her home, and you seemed to have taken her text as a need to be comforted. who could blame you though?
that would be normal right, to need comfort after you just got dumped by your boyfriend?
but abby doesnât feel the need to be comforted. all she feels is relief. she doesnât know why, maybe she was relieved that he did it so she wasnât forced to. and maybe she texted you instead of her best friend manny because⌠she doesnât know why she texted you, instead of someone else.
when she makes it up the stairs in your building, she replays owenâs question and her thoughts at the moment one last time. she just canât make sense of it, why she would ever think that after he asked her the question.
âwhy? why donât you ever hang out with me anymore?â
why? why would i when i have her?
#abby x fem!reader#abby anderson drabble#abby anderson fluff#abby anderson#abby anderson blurb#abby anderson smut#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson angst#abby anderson x female reader#blurb#comphet!abby
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hi!!!
I am wondering what will the boys do if mc in tongue tied got lost because of staffâs negligence!!! Iâm really hoping for more updates in tongue tied but im willing to wait!! thank you for your amazing stories!!!
There's a lot of staff in front of your apartment you've been given at the company building. And immediately, Yoongi worries.
"What's going on?" He asks, uncaring if it's 'none of his business' like he's being told constantly- if it concerns you, it has to be his business.
He's not sure why he's making it his business, but he does. Almost as if on instinct.
The company had denied them to take you home, claiming it had been a simple misunderstanding and a logistics problem, but considering that something's wrong again, doesn't look like it's all so well under control like how they claim to be the case.
"Everything's okay-" one staff attempts, when another chimes up, seemingly unaware of Yoongi standing amongst the staff as he speaks.
"A security staff has spotted her down Ichon Hangang park, she was walking back up towards Yongsan though-" he starts, before he realizes who's standing next to him-
The wolf hybrid instantly running off with the info, uncaring of the entire situation at hand.
All he knows is that you're not supposed to be on your own- and no matter your category, he knows you hate being outdoors, at least heavily dislike it. You could get into serious trouble all alone like that, let alone the mess that could ensue if you were to be spotted by a fan or worse. Right now he doesn't care how you even ran off-
He only cares how to get you back.
It takes him a while by foot to reach where you're supposed to be- but it's Seoul. Itll be hard if not impossible to spot you amongst all the people around him, let alone reach you if he was to catch a glimpse of you. "Hyung-!" Someone pats his shoulder, an out of breath Jungkook with fogged up glasses from his facemask and his quickened breath from running showing up. Yoongi had texted the youngest earlier- considering he's been with you the past few days, he might know better where you could be. "Have you caught her scent yet? I got it back at the Cafe near hybe, but somehow lost it-" he explains.
Your scent. Of course.
It's like a wake up call to Yoongi. His instincts could be his strongest asset right now- his best way of getting you back.
"No, I didn't think of that until now." He admits defeated, especially when he realizes he.. never paid attention to it much. He doesn't know your scent that well. Hell, even Jungkooks would be hard to remind himself of right now and the young wolf is standing right next to him.
When have his senses become so.. dull? Useless?
"I got her again, wait-!" Jungkook suddenly says, looking around-
Before something grabs his sweater, pulling on it.
"Oh God puppy!" He sighs, holding onto you tightly, and Yoongi feels better as well seeing your wagging tail along with Jungkook's as you're finally back.
And now, he's fully agreeing with Jungkooks decision to 'hold you hostage' from the company.
You're definitely better off with them than anywhere else.
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Chapter 7
Warnings: None. (Will however be a 18+ reader book)
Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.
You drove in the car along the highway, making your way towards your H/T. You weren't entirely sure why you were going back home, but that was the direction that you were finding yourself driving in.
Your life hadn't been entirely difficult. Your mother and father had always been busy so you rarely saw them. You were mostly raised by teachers, your sports coach, and several summer camp counselors. And of course, they were all doing those jobs for the money.
You and your sister were used to having a rather uncaring life. It wasn't that your parents were directly mean to you. In fact, the few times that you guys actually did something as a family, it was quite fun. But your parents had never really wanted kids, just going along with Government rules.
Things only escalated once you'd entered junior year of High School. Your mother had passed away, which left your dad in a right state of devastation. You hoped you never found out how it felt for your soulmate to die. It was apparently the most painful thing you could ever feel. The only thing that could numb it was if you got lucky enough to have another soulmate.
Still, that was when your dad was around most, but also when you didn't want him to be around. That was when he started the drinking and the hitting. You were lucky, you were almost out of the house. You applied for college in New York and you moved.
Your sister on the other hand had only started High school, which would leave her in your father's care for four more years. That was how you'd ended up being her guardian now.
And now you were going back home with no idea as to why. Maybe to lay some flowers on your mother's grave. Maybe to just get away from this crazy world. You lived in a rather small, isolated town, a place that none of the superheroes had probably ever stepped foot into. Tony could probably buy up the town if he wanted to.
[If you don't live in America, you can use 'West Chester' as your H/T (home town)]
Your phone started to ring. You glanced over at it. It was Y/S/N.
You sighed. What were the possible chances that they already knew you were gone and were waiting for you to pick up the phone?
Probably high.
You pushed the button anyways. "Y/S/N, isn't it past your bed time?"
"Funny. Come home." Y/S/N said.
"I will." You said. "Just. . . went for a drive."
"How much longer do you think you'll be out?" Y/S/N asked with a sigh. You couldn't hear anyone else on the other side of the phone. Maybe you were wrong about the others listening in. Or maybe they didn't know you were gone yet and only she did.
"I don't know. I kind've need a break."
"If it makes you feel better, you misunderstood the conversation between Steve, Bucky, and Natasha. They were talking about a training incident and how everything was disastrous afterwards. When they said just the three of them, they were talking about them being the only trainers since they wouldn't get hurt easily if there was another incident."
You were silent for a moment. You knew your sister would never lie to you, so you really wanted to believe her.
"Thanks. It just. . . sometimes my head. . . I just jump to the worst case scenario, you know? Especially since. . ."
"Especially since they're all extremely famous superheroes that the world either absolutely loves or completely hates and we're just a couple of nobodies from a small town?" Y/S/N finished for you.
"Exactly. God, I don't. . . I don't know how to be worthy of them." You said, feelings crashing down on you. "I mean, I love all of them so much but. . . how do I. . ."
"You just be you sister." Y/S/N said encouragingly. "You're holding back your personality when you're with them. Just be yourself. You don't have to change yourself. Just be the one."
"Why can't you be the bigger sister?" You asked with a laugh.
"Because now I can gloat the fact that I'm smarter than you even though I'm younger." She laughed on the other side of the phone. "But please come home soon, okay? I really don't like the idea of you being out there by yourself again."
"Yeah, stupid me. I don't know what I'm doing anymore." You laughed. "I'll be home soon. Maybe bring donuts or something back. I'm craving sugar."
"You're always craving sugar, that's nothing new." Y/S/N said and you could practically picture her rolling her eyes. "See you soon."
"See you soon." You said, taking the off ramp so that you could turn around and head back to Avengers tower.
You sighed, going through a Dunkin' Donuts, before heading back to the Avengers Tower. You sat in the parking lot with the rest of Tony's fancy cars, tapping your fingers on the donut box. Finally, with another sigh, you climbed out of the car and headed up to the main part of the tower.
"Y/N!" Clint shouted, throwing his arms around you before you'd even gotten into the tower.
You hugged him back with one arm to keep from dropping the donut box. "Hey Clint."
"Maybe some warning next time before you leave." Loki said, stalking over to kiss the side of your head.
"Sorry. I just needed a breather." You said.
"Understandable. But try not doing the experiment of whether or not a God can have a heart attack." Loki continued.
You blushed a little his words.
"Hey." Steve said, looking slightly awkward, "Can I talk to you in private?"
You blushed, "Er- yeah." Clint snatched the box of donuts, "DONUTS!" He shouted, running for the vents like a little kid. Sam went running after him while you followed Steve into another room where Bucky was already waiting.
Bucky scooped you up into his arms, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. "Sorry doll."
"When we were talking in the hall-" Steve started but you shook your head.
"It's fine. I overreacted. It's not your fault or anything. Besides, my sister already filled me in about everything." You said. "I shouldn't have just left. It's. . . just a bit of a reflex. When things get tough I choose flight as my natural response. Sorry for worrying you guys."
Without putting you back down on the floor, Bucky passed you like a little kid to Steve who held you in his arms, his lips resting on the top of your head. "I love you Y/N." Steve said quietly.
"I love you too Stevie." You mumbled, before pressing your lips to his.
It was the first kiss you'd had with any of your soulmates and it was Earth-shattering. His lips were full, with force behind them as he kissed back with zero hesitation. His arms tightened on your body and you wrapped your arms around his neck to kiss him back.
Bucky cleared his throat jokingly behind you two. You pulled away first, gasping for air quietly while Steve chuckled, passing you back to Bucky.
"You alright doll?" Bucky asked, sounding amused.
"A little dizzy. Can I kiss you?" You mumbled.
Bucky pressed his lips to yours sweetly, though not as long as Steve did, but just as passionate.
"Am I missing something?" Sam's voice asked behind us as Bucky put you back on your feet. You turned to see Sam was holding your favorite flavor donut. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling on his face. "Want this? Come get it."
You stalked over to him, moving to grab the donut before he raised his hand way above your head. He smirked.
You reached up, grabbing his face to bring him down and kissed him. His entire body relaxed before he lowered both hands, one coming to rest in your hair. Then your hand snatched the donut out of his hand before you spun away, dancing away from him, biting into the donut.
"Delicious." You teased.
"You're a terrible tease." Sam pouted as you finished off the donut. "Alright, now you're getting tickles."
You squealed as he darted towards you. "Bucky!"
Bucky laughed. "You're on your own. I don't want to get on Sam's bad side."
You ran out the door, "Loki!"
Loki looked up as you raced out of the room. "Save me!" You squealed with Sam hot on your heels.
Before you could even reach Loki though, you found yourself falling through an orange portal and then landing in a pair of arms.
Stephen pulled you to his chest on his lap. Every time Sam tried getting close, he kept getting pushed back with a portal.
"Oh come on man!" Sam complained after the fourth time.
Stephen chuckled. You looked up at him. He looked a little tired. You snuggled into his shoulder as things started to calm down and everyone started to talk.
Eventually, Stephen rearranged your body so that your feet and legs were in Tony's lap. Tony's hands rubbed calming circles on your knees.
"I'm sorry for leaving." You mumbled so that only Stephen and Tony could hear you. "It was just. . . a bit much with the kidnapping and then the misunderstanding. It just got to my head. But I shouldn't have acted the way I did. Sorry."
"It's alright sweetheart." Tony said, half asleep on Stephen's shoulder. "We all react in ways we wish we didn't. We just move forward. Just make sure to text or let one of us know. Just want you to be sleep. I mean safe."
You giggled quietly as Stephen chuckled, putting an arm around Tony's shoulder to pull him closer to himself. "You can both go to sleep now."
You closed your eyes, resting your head on Stephen's shoulder again. You felt warmth settle around your shoulders and found that he'd gotten a blanket from somewhere to keep you warm. You smiled before you fell fast asleep.
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Childhood Friends
A/N: omg this is the longest fic I've written so far. It flowed so smoothly out of my brain I'm gonna cry. đĽšđ
Genre: Fluff, suggestive themes and brief mentions of smut but not explicit
Word Count: 2,180
Warnings: Smoking
When I was young I had a neighbor. He was my best friend. From dawn until dusk we hung out. Whether we wandered the neighborhood on an adventure or at his house as he practiced the bass. He was the kind of person we didnât need to have constant conversation with to be comfortable. I was absolutely heartbroken at age 14 when my family moved to be closer to my dadâs parents. We called each other every once in a while, but that soon stopped as we got busy with the lives we had going on around us. Iâm now in my 20âs and I think about him every so often, I hope heâs doing well, and that all his dreams came true.
It was a typical night, I came home from work. Had a small dinner and curled up on the couch to watch my favorite sitcom. The phone started ringing so I got up to answer it.
âHello?âÂ
âIs this, Y/N?â A deep calm voice came over the receiver.Â
âSpeaking. Who is this?â I asked.
âItâs Cliff.â He spoke. My eyes widened.Â
âCliff? Like Cliff Burton?â I asked. He chuckled.Â
âYeah, itâs me. How are you?â He asked. My heart was thrumming against my chest.Â
âIâm doing well. How are you? How did you get my number?âÂ
âGlad to hear. Iâm doing great. I took a chance and looked in a phone book.â He answered me. I laughed.Â
âI dunno why I never thought of that.â I said.Â
âI called because my band is going to be in your neck of the woods, Iâd love it if you came to our show.âÂ
âYouâre in a band?â I asked excitedly. Cliff chuckled.
âYeah, I am. Weâre called Metallica. Do you know where the bar on Main Street and 9th is?â He asked.Â
âSure do. When is the show?â I grinned, feeling giddy.Â
âTomorrow night. Sorry itâs short notice.â He said.Â
âDonât worry about it, Iâm just glad you called. What time is it?âÂ
â8. Iâll buy you a drink after.â He said.Â
âGod, last time I saw you we were kids. Whereâd the time go?â I leaned against my wall.Â
âItâs been far too long. Iâm excited to see you.â He said, I could hear the smile in his voice.Â
âMe too.â I replied.Â
âI gotta go, but Iâll see you tomorrow. Have a good night.âÂ
âThanks, see ya tomorrow Cliff.â I said and hung up.Â
I pinched myself. Yup that happened. I didnât fall asleep watching âCheersâ and dreamed of that conversation. I squealed in excitement.Â
The following day went by quickly, which I was super grateful for. When I knew Cliff he was playing Thin Lizzy on his bass. Iâm curious to see what kind of music he plays. I found a comfortable but cute outfit and left to go to the bar.Â
I got a cocktail and waited around. Soon the band Metallica was announced. I spotted him straightaway. It was hard not to. I thought he was tall when we were young. He grew so much more. He was tall and lanky yet toned, his auburn hair long and unruly. His hazel eyes met mine and he grinned. The same smile that brightened my days all those years ago. I smiled back and gave a small wave.Â
Iâd never heard anything like their music before. It was loud and fast. Absolutely electrifying. I was mesmerized by Cliff, his head banging and the passion emanated off him.Â
âThanks everyone!â The lead singer and rhythm guitarist waved. Cliff caught my eye again and motioned for me to head backstage. I gave a nod and made my way back. He was leaning against a wall with his hands in his pockets. He looked up and grinned. He pushed off the wall and walked toward me pulling me into a bone crushing hug. I hugged him back tightly, uncaring that he was sweaty from his performance. He pulled back and held my shoulders studying me. I grinned staring back up at him.Â
âCome on, Iâll introduce you to my bandmates then weâll get a drink and catch up.â He shifted, placing his arm around my shoulder as he took me back to the green room.Â
The drummer was sprawled on a couch fanning himself, the guitarist was drinking some water while sitting on a chair and the lead singer was packing up his equipment.
âHey guys, I want to introduce you to my childhood friend.â Cliff said. They all looked in our direction and I gave a small wave.Â
âY/N, this is Lars.â He pointed to the drummer, âKirk,â then to the guitarist, âand James.â He motioned to the lead singer. âGuys this is Y/N, we used to be neighbors growing up.â He introduced.Â
âNice to meet you guys.â I smiled at them.Â
âNice to finally meet you, weâve heard so much about you. Our guy Cliff here talks about you a lot.â James said. Cliff shot him a look and I stifled a small laugh as my cheeks heated up.Â
âAnyways, I already packed my things. Weâre gonna go get a drink and catch up.â Cliff said steering me out of the dressing room before any of the others had a chance to say anything. I turned back to wave at them before we exited the room.Â
âSo you talk about me, huh?â I asked, jabbing him in the ribs playfully.Â
âI mean, yeah. Youâre really the only person I hung out with until I started playing in bands.â He confessed. I smiled but didnât say anything further.Â
He got us a couple beers and we found a place to sit.Â
I was a little worried it would be awkward, we hadnât seen each other or even talked in years. It was so comfortable though, telling Cliff what Iâd been up to, and listening to his stories about how heâs gotten to where heâs at.Â
The night was coming to a close and there was a part of me that wondered if this was it. Would I only see him if he came to town for a show? The kind of friends that saw each other maybe once a year to catch up. I didnât want that.Â
âI wanna see you again, soon.â Cliff said as we walked in the crisp night air.Â
âMe too.â I responded.Â
âYou know I thought you moving away was the end of the world. Youâre only 45 minutes away though.â He chuckled.Â
âAs kids that might as well be across the country.â I laughed, he laughed too.Â
âWell now we arenât kids.â He said.
âNo we arenât.â I replied, âSo I'll see you soon then?â I asked. He nodded. âGood.â I smiled. He hugged me again and we parted ways.
True to his word, Cliff called the following night, and we made plans to see each other again. Over the course of a few months, we saw each other as much as we could and talked almost every night. Sometimes we didnât even talk. Heâd call and play the bass for me. I knew that I had missed him, but I hadnât realized how much until he was in my life again.Â
âWeâre having a party on Saturday, I want you to come.â Cliff said over the phone.Â
âYeah, I can make that. Whatâs the address?â I asked. I wrote it down as he relayed it to me, and the time, but he said I could come over whenever.Â
I took a bus to El Cerrito. I was lucky enough to find the house pretty easily. The party was in full swing. Cliff was on the porch as I walked up. He saw me and his eyebrow furrowed.Â
âWhereâs your car?â He asked and exhaled his cigarette smoke.Â
âIn the shop, itâs been giving me trouble so I caught a bus here. I donât mind, I'll take one home too.â I replied and stuck my hand out. He placed a cigarette in it, I placed it in my lips and he flicked his lighter so I could light it.Â
âDonât be silly, Iâll take you home.â He said.Â
âNo, itâs okay.â I said. I looked up and his face was stern.Â
âYes, I will drive you home.â Cliff said with finality. I nodded.Â
âThanks.â I replied. Lars came bounding out of the house.Â
âI know you like keeping Y/N all to yourself but itâs a party Burton!â Lars said and grabbed my wrist. I laughed as he dragged me into the house. Cliff rolled his eyes and followed after us.Â
The night was filled with laughter as we made memories I will carry with me until the end of my days.Â
The party wound down and people were falling asleep.Â
âReady to go?â Cliff asked me as I leaned against the porch smoking a cigarette.
âYup.â I smiled and put the cigarette out.Â
Neither of us got obliterated like the others so we were good for travel.Â
âNext time Iâll spend the night so we can party a little harder.â I said.Â
âYouâre always welcome to.â Cliff grinned and opened the car door for me. I slid in and buckled up. Cliff got in and started the car.Â
âThere are some tapes in the glovebox.â He said. I opened it up and looked through them. I smiled seeing the first Thin Lizzy album he shared with me, âVagabonds of the Western Worldâ. I put it in, his face lit up as the music played through the speakers.Â
The car ride was mostly silent, occasionally singing along to the music. I stared out the window, and I could feel what Iâve been wanting to say to him for a couple weeks bubbling beneath the surface.Â
âI love you.â I said aloud as I continued staring at the darkness outside.Â
âI love you, too.â Cliff replied.Â
âNo, Cliff, Iâm in love with you.â I said refusing to look in his direction. I donât think my heart could handle it if I saw a look of disgust pass across his features. His hand came to rest on my thigh and gave it a comforting squeeze. I finally tore my gaze from the darkness and looked over feeling completely vulnerable. He kept his gaze on the road, but he glanced over, the look on his face the opposite of what I had imagined.Â
âIâm in love with you, too.â He replied. I smiled and placed my hand on his, giving it a squeeze as I looked back out the window. A huge weight felt as if it had been lifted from my shoulders.Â
We arrived at my place not long after and he walked me to the door.Â
âWhy donât you spend the night, itâd be silly to drive all the way here just to head back.â I offered as I unlocked my door.Â
âI think youâre just trying to get into my pants.â He teased me as he moved my hair out the way so he could place a kiss on my neck.Â
âMaybe a little of both.â I teased back. I opened the door and he followed me in. He shut and locked my door. He turned around and placed his hands on my waist. We stared at one another. The only sound is our even breathing. Cliff tucked my hair behind my ear, he cupped my face and brought his lips down to meet mine. Iâve been kissed before, but never like this. It took my breath away.Â
We stumbled clumsily through my apartment giggling and losing clothes along the way. We laid in bed and worshiped each other for hours. Learning each other's bodies inside and out.Â
We laid in each other's arms, sweaty and worn. I traced soft shapes on his chest as he tickled my back.Â
âHow are you feeling?â Cliff asked softly.Â
âContent.â I replied and kissed his chest. Cliff chuckled.Â
âThank you for telling me how you feel.â He said.Â
âIf I held it in any longer I think I wouldâve combust.â I replied and placed my chin on his chest so I could look at him. His hazel eyes in the dim light held so much love and adoration. I hoped as he looked back he could see that same look mirrored in my eyes. âThanks for reaching out and inviting me to your show. If you hadnât, we probably wouldnât be here.â I said.Â
âIt was a long shot, but I really missed you. I loved you back then, ya know. But I never could have imagined how much further I could have fallen for you.â He said. My heart skipped a beat and buried my head in his chest. He chuckled and kissed my head.Â
I wish I had a Time Machine so I could go back and tell the heartbroken girl that had to move away from her best friend that it wouldnât be that way forever. She was able to grow up and fall deeply in love with the quiet boy next door who played his bass so passionately.
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