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bamfkeeper · 9 days

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Anger.

RQ: 'Heard that ur taking requests ! Love your work and the writing is great ! I was wondering if you could do reader x Kurt where reader is opposite of Kurt. Anger issues less understanding etc and has a mutation where they have two sets of wings and eyes ? So like really arch angel type of stuff but a real sinner. Being the other half then Kurt <3 have a great day and remember to drink water !' - @toxic-chainsaw-666

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x GN!reader // Warnings: None

A/N: I was actually really happy to write this rq because I tend to have some anger problems irl. I've always imagined how he'd be with someone who's less understanding and more hostile than him, so this was really fun! Written as a collection of hcs.

Kurt is known as being the sweetheart of the group of X-Men, his heart of gold and aversion to violence, (unless absolutely necessary), makes him well liked by everyone. There isn't a single mutant who doesn't like to strike up conversation with him, he makes everyone feel welcome.

That's why when he began dating you...it rose a few eyebrows.

Your reputation was quite the opposite. Hot-headed, short tempered, aggressive...to name a few.

You were not very approachable, sometimes vulgar, and you had a habit of snapping at people before you spoke civilly.

Kurt tried his approach, your first instinct was to yell, but he just seemed so...sweet, so you found yourself holding back. His presence felt better than everyone else's, no judgement in his eyes.

He'd have a knack of calming you down too, or helping you cool off better than other people might. His presence helps your nerves a lot.

When you get angry, your appearance shows your extra features, which often makes others wary and scared. Kurt is never really bothered, he just does what he can to help soothe you.

He doesn't want you to be ashamed of yourself, he never makes you feel bad for being the way you are, he knows you can't help it. But he does try to guide you into reacting to things a bit better, just so you don't get yourself into trouble.

He would never try to change who you are though, he respects you enough to know that.

You both had very different ways of reacting to situations, your personalities were black and white, but somehow mixed together okay. You balanced one another out.

Sometimes you worry about religious differences too, since you feel like a sinner a lot, because you are, and Kurt's Catholicism is very important to him. He comforts you though, he offers support and guidance for you.

If someone is bad to him, he will forgive and forget. You will not. You will make sure that person apologizes, even if you have to hold them up by their collar and force them to.

Your first instinct is to fight or choose a physical way to solve a problem, Kurt tends to try to talk things out instead. You two vary that way, but it's a funny combination to see.

"Liebling, no need for such violence, they bumped into me by accident," Kurt says gently after you threaten to hurt someone quite graphically.

You scowl back and cross your arms, while Kurt worries about your impulsivity, he does find your passion quite endearing, even if he doesn't agree with your methods.

You're the one to ask a food worker for no pickles on Kurt's order while he stays behind you shyly.

He's the one who often apologizes for your attitude, but also uses you as a back up, he gains confidence because of you. He knows you always have his back no matter what. You are his 'scary dog privilege.'

You both love one another despite the obvious differences you have. You both bring out the best in one another, and you support the other's weakness.

Opposites certainly attract.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

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inksoakedparchment · 1 month

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Your best friend’s boyfriend

pairing: sebastin stan x fem!reader

genre: fluff x smut x angst

trope: strangers to lovers to forbidden love

word cunt: 1492

tw: smut, alcohol, drugs, my english

summary: you are the barista and you ask for his number, then that night you two accidentally meet in a club

a/n: i’ve been in love with him for years now so i decided to write a one shot about him

dividers by @adornedwithlight

The little bell above the coffee shop’s door starts to tinkle, which means a new customer arrives.

“Afternoon! I would like a black coffee, no sugar,” he says and you look up. Your jaw almost drops when you look in his bright blue eyes. This stranger is absolutely handsome.

“Excuse me, can you repeat your order?” you clear your throat.

“Black coffee, no sugar and takeaway,” he grins and you nod, then quickly make the coffee for him.

��Here you are,” you smile at him. “And my number,” you give him a little note with your number on it.

“Thank you…” he leans closer and reads your nameplate. “Ah, thank you, Y/N,” he smiles.

As he waves goodbye and exits the shop, you feel like he has cast a spell on you. Your mind becomes fixated only on him, making it impossible to think of anything else.

At night, you go to a club to let the stress out. You drink a lot and smoke weed - it’s not a habit of yours only smoke weed at parties - and you bump into someone and spill your drink on his shirt.

“I’m so sorr-,” you look up, your words stuck in your throat.

“Hey there, Y/N,” he grins. “I’m Sebastian by the way,” he takes your hand and gives it a kiss.

“Your shirt,” you swallow and take a puff from your joint.

“Don’t worry about it, doll,” he smirks, taking your cig out of your hand and starts smoking it.

“Doll?” you raise your eyebrow. You feel the alcohol and weed's effect on you. Your gates are down.

“You’re like a doll, and I wanna play with this doll,” he leans closer and blows the smoke into your face. He lets the stub fall and steps on it.

You reach for the collar of his shirt and pull him closer. You press your lips on his, and this smooch quickly turns into a heated make-out session. His grip tightens on your hips as you bite his lower lip gently.

“I have a clean shirt in my car,” he looks into your eyes with pure desire.

“Lead the way,” you take his hand and he pulls you out of the club to his car. He opens the Jeep’s back door for you and you climb in.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he groans as he shut the door behind himself.

Sebastian rolls your dress up and leans to your lips. He’s about to kiss you while his fingers slide in your wet pussy. You gasp and your head falls back.

“You’re so wet for me, doll,” he groans and starts fingering you like he’s fuckin’ Quicksilver.

“Seb, I'm so close,” you moan loudly.

“You’re not cumming yet, doll. When I give you the permission, you can,” he unbuckles his belt, unzips the zipper and pushes down his pants too.

“I’m on pills,” you lick your lips when you see his size. Thick and big. Perfect.

He towers over you and kisses you while he’s positioning himself. Without warning, he enters your pussy hard and leans his hand on the window as he’s fucking you mercilessly. The desire and lust in each other's eyes is something that nobody can take away.

You feel your orgasm reach you and you’re tightening around him. He groans your name while he also explodes.

“That was…” you pant into his mouth.

“Majestic, like you,” Sebastian nudges your face with his nose, then kisses you.

“Yeah,” you adjust your thongs and dress, he pulls his pants and trousers up. “It was the best fuck I’ve ever had, but I have to go now,” you smile at him and after the last kiss, you leave.

He climbs forward to the driver's seat and then goes home too. Sebastian can’t stop thinking about you and he feels guilty after the alcohol and weed left his mind. He cheated on his girlfriend. With you.

After a week the night is finally here. Your best friend, Alyssa introduces her boyfriend to you tonight. You meet them in a restaurant and when you sit down across them… you almost fall from the chair. Sebastian is holding your best friend’s hand and his face shows how shocked he is.

“Sebastian, she’s my best friend Y/N and Y/N, he’s my boyfriend,” she smiles.

You stare at him, like you see a ghost, and feel like a very shit friend. But you didn’t know he has a girlfriend and that gf is your best friend.

His hand extends for a handshake, and you accept it. The handshake seemed to last a lifetime, each moment unfolding slowly. Finally, you release his hand.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” you swallow and walk to the hallway.

“What was that?” Alyssa looks after you.

“I don’t know. Want me to check her? Maybe she has a problem with me,” he sighs.

“Yeah, it’s a good idea. Thank you, sweetie,” his face almost runs to a grimace when he hears the nickname, but he just nods.

You’re trying to slow your breathing down but fail every time. His face, his touch and his dick still haunts you, but in a good way. It was the best sex in your entire life.

“Y/N!” you hear his voice and you turn to him.

“What the fuck, Sebastian?! You have a girlfriend and you cheated on her! How could you do it?” you yell at him quietly. (a/n: it’s possible)

“I was high and drunk and you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen in my life,” he points at you.

“That’s not an excuse! You’re a fucking idiot, a prick and a huge d-”

“Shut the fuck up, please!” he cuts you off.

“Make me!” your blood is boiling now.

He looks at you with passion in his eyes and presses you to the wall, making you shut with his mouth. Your lips are fighting with each other but it feels like a dance to your tongues. He somehow quickly takes out his dick and rolls your dress up.

“Not wearing any underwear, doll? That’s really nasty, you little brat,” he whispers.

With a fast thrust, he enters your vagina and starts fucking you, like he wants to reach your heart, with his cock. You can’t hold your moans back. You’re just enjoying his body towering above you, your legs around his hips and his hand on your neck, choking you. After a few minutes, both of you reach your top and cum at the same time.

You two swiftly adjust your clothes and hair, and then he looks at you.

“It’s a very good way to shut you up, don’t you think?” he smiles softly.

“We can’t do this, Seb. I just stabbed Alyssa’s back with a samurai sword, not with a knife. And now we were totally sober,” I sigh with guilt in my eyes.

“We can’t stop what’s meant to be,” he walks you back to your table.

You sit down across them and you look at Alyssa, who checks you with a suspicious expression. She looks at Sebastian too and the realization hits her.

“Please tell me, I'm wrong. Please tell me you two didn’t have sex in these fifteen minutes,” she says holding back her tears.

“Alyssa, please,” you look at her with a scare in your eyes.

“Y/N! He’s my boyfriend and you just… you’re the worst friend, I’m sure,” she stands up to leave the restaurant.

“At the first time, I didn't know he had a girlfriend!” you try to defend yourself.

“First time?!” her jaw drops.

“Y/N, you’re just making it worse,” Seb buries his face into his hands.

“So he cheated on me twice?” Alyssa points at Sebastian and you nod.

“We were drunk and high…” you look away.

“Oh my god,” she shakes her head. “And this? You’re on heroin or what?”

“I don’t know, Alyssa, okay?” you wipe away your tears which roll down your face.

She scoffs and rushes out. You lost your best friend because of a man. It’s unbelievable. You look at Sebastian with hate in your eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that, doll. It was our mistake, not only mine,” he hums.

Your shoulders soften defeated. He’s right.

a year later

“Come here!” you shout from the kitchen.

“A moment!” he yells back and you smile. “Yes, doll?” Sebastian looks at you with big puppy eyes, curiosity in them.

“My parents want to meet you finally,” I smile happily. His eyes lighten up and he hugs you.

Maybe you lost Alyssa, it hurt a lot for months and still hurts you, but you got a boyfriend - who’s your fiancé now, a best friend, and a partner in crime and it makes sense to you. You have new friends, you have a bestie, Cass who has your back from the start and it matters. Not anything else now. You have a happy life with good people around you.

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actuallysaiyan · 3 months

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||Love Like Blood|| Chapter Two: And The Woman Was Weak

Chapter Two: And The Woman Was Weak

warnings: religious trauma, lots of religious imagery, abusive parent, abuse, physical violence, dark themes, use of Cursed energy, mentions of urination, Nanami isn't present in this chapter pairings: Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Sorcerer/Carrie White!Reader summary: when hell comes home, you know you're going to pay the price of receiving the original sin. what you don't realize is that your own powers are here to protect you.

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The smell of candles and the sound of her heavy footsteps is what pulls you from your dreams. Inside your room, you know it’s the only comfort you can have for a bit. The pictures of the messiah hang on your walls. They are unlike the ones in the living room and the ones that adorn the walls of your own mother’s bedroom.

In these paintings, he’s herding sheep. In these paintings, he looks like someone you could trust. You remember the words your mother had always said. There would be a Day of Judgement. And the Jesus that was in the paintings in your room would soon morph into the ones that are in the paintings downstairs.

On Judgement Day…there would be an angel with a sword. Jesus would come down, not with mercy, but with a want to root out the evil.

Just the image it evokes in your mind is enough to make you shudder. You pull on your cardigan and you sit at the top of the stairs as you try to listen to your mother talking to someone unknown on the phone. You wonder who it could be. Then she hangs up the phone. You nearly hold your breath in anticipation.

“I know you’re listening,”

The voice of your mother. It frightens you while also comforting you. You don’t know anything else that could do this to you. No kids at the school comfort you. But your mother…oh your mother. She can with the same hand wipe away your tears but also cause lots of pain.

The minute you see her, you know that this can’t go the way you want it to. The mother who you would always wish for, she was not her. You wanted a mother who would hold you close, dry your tears and leave you with words of wisdom.

With her lips pulled tight in a disapproving look, and her eyes wide with anger, you know that you are in the wrong somehow. Even if you felt like you were going to die today and really wished your mother had taught you better, she was going to show you how you were just an ugly sinner.

“So,” she starts. “You’re a woman now.”

You nearly fall to your knees from the soft tone of her voice. It’s a trick. It’s always the same tactic she uses on you every single time.

“Momma,” you cry. “I was so scared. Why didn’t you explain this to me? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Your mother looks you dead in the eyes before she slaps you across the face. The slap nearly sends you backwards. Your cheek is already heating up from the pain. Suddenly, you feel like your whole body is surrounded by a colorful aura.

The nonsense that comes from her mouth reminds you of how much of this is repetition and routine. The sin of Eve. The way she was weak and let loose a raven of sin on this world.

“Everything is a sin, momma.” You tried to defend yourself.

She scowls at you, trying to hit you once more. But something seems to be stopping her. Almost a barrier between the two of you.

“Sin has walked into my home!” She shrieks, reaching to tug on her hair.

You watch in terror from your pseudo-barrier. She’s scratching at her face and tearing out her hair in large clumps. It’s a way to terrify you, but you don’t know how to feel this time. She should have been there to teach you and to make you feel comfortable with the idea of becoming a woman and the idea of menstruation.

There’s a struggle when she reaches down to grab onto your shirt collar. When she manages to get a good grip on you, she begins dragging you to the door of the cellar.

“You need to pray. Get down there and pray for forgiveness.”

You cry out. “No momma! No, please!”

But your cries fall on deaf ears. She shoves you into the partially opened door. You feel your body being scrapped but when you try to think of that comforting aura from earlier, it seems to appear just for you in your time of need.

The way down the steps was rough. You caught yourself before you fell all the way down. Then you found yourself in almost pitch black darkness. Your eyes adjusted to it slowly, but you knew your way around this place.

It’s damp and dark in here. Things belonging to your father reside in this cellar. Jars of vegetables that seem always past their expiration line one of the walls. You approach the tool bench in the corner and you grab for the small box of matches. With shaking hands, you manage to light one of the candles.

The small flame begins to illuminate the area in front of you. The tool bench had been one of your father’s possessions. Your mother never truly spoke of him, but at times she let things slip.

He was good with his hands. When he wasn’t scaring the whole town with his stoic and austere demeanor, he would come down here and work on some of the furniture that sits upstairs.

You have a hard time imagining the man. You have seen him in photographs. But you had never seen him in real life. Your mother, she has you convinced that he was tempted by the devil and that’s why he wasn’t here anymore.

You kneel in front of the candles on the bench. A few figures of the lamb of god being crucified on the cross are littered about. The eyes, oh how they almost seem to glow.

And on the wall, a large painting that had been hidden down here. It’s the very one that gave you nightmares for years. Here he was, all in his glory, on the crucifix. The maroon blood seemed to almost seep into his eyes from his crown of thorns.

You shudder and look away. But he, the Unseen Guest, was always watching you. To you, he would always be seen. You couldn’t quite look away completely. Something had made you feel like you had to look up at it.

It’s almost as if you couldn’t trust the eyes boring deep into your soul. Even if that Judgement Day came, would you be redeemable? Could you be forgiven from your sins even if you repent now?

The words flow out of your mouth almost seamlessly. You remember all the passages and the verses. The Lord’s Prayer seems to almost always be your go-to, just like anyone else.

Minutes passed by slowly. You sat on your knees for so long, you didn’t even remember how the passage of time worked.

But in the back of your mind, you kept reminding yourself not to break. Not to give in.

·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ 　　.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

But of course you broke. It was only a little bit of time before your mother was going to open the door to you and let you out. Your bladder ached for relief. Your stomach growled for food.

The minute the door to the cellar was opened, you rushed to the bathroom. You remember many times when you were forced into the cellar that you never made it out in time to relieve yourself.

The embarrassment and the shame that comes with it was a constant reminder that you are just a pawn in her game. There were so many times where you wished you could tell her that you wanted to live a normal life.

She barely looks at you when you come back downstairs. There’s a cold plate of dinner waiting for you in the dining room. You sit down, and with a glance to the sky, you say another silent prayer. The food was atrocious, but you were starving.

Then you went up to bed. There would be no goodnight kisses, no lullabies and no sermons to listen to. Nothing of comfort on the first night of you becoming a woman.

And yet when you finished your evening routine, you found yourself being cloaked in that warm aura from before. You could almost see it now. It was a warm pinkish color.

In your mind, you almost felt like you were using a muscle to flex. No, flexing wasn’t the right word, but it would do for now. The aura seemed to dim whenever you couldn’t quite control the flexing motion.

Your eyes glimmered when you noticed that the pink aura seemed to almost reach out to the objects you tried to move with your mind. It was almost like there was a hand there moving things at your will.

The way your heart was beating, you almost felt like you’d faint. You were working so hard on this newly (no, not new but…) discovered power. And at last, you collapse against your pillows.

You try one last attempt in vain. This ends up knocking over a bunch of things on your dresser. This would definitely rouse the suspicion of your already very tense mother.

The minute the sound of the clutter hitting the ground stopped sounding out in the room, you knew you had to hurry up and look inconspicuous. You lay down on the bed, the blankets covering you. With your arms crossed over your chest, you almost resemble the perfect imitation of the sarcophagus from ancient Egypt.

Her heavy footsteps become closer and closer, making you feel nervous. Finally she enters your room, watching you carefully on your bed. Her eyes always seem like they are penetrating you and looking deep into your soul, just as Jesus would from all the paintings and figures scattered about the house.

“What are you up to?” She asks, the disgust in her voice so apparent.

“Saying my prayers. Going to bed.”

You feel like you could pass out from the fear of her glare. But when you feel that pinkish aura around you, suddenly you don’t feel as scared as before. You look up at her with your most innocent face.

“Good night.” She finally says, turning around and closing the door. This leaves you in darkness once more.

While the darkness has shrouded your happiness so many times and left you feeling helpless, you find it to be the only comforting constant in your life tonight. And with this pinkish hue buzzing around you, you’ll sleep well tonight.

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sencrose · 23 days

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mdni this is not my usual kinda writing.

gojo satoru x gn!reader. wc ~700. sfw, first time meetings, the start of a one-sided rivals to lovers vibe, reader is a disco pang operator lmfao. divider by @/adornedwithlight

Days and nights tend to blend together when you spend most of your waking hours indoors. You're sure your circadian rhythm was ruined months ago. No sun, just erratic strobe lights shining through all the colors of the rainbow which don’t actually do anything to light up the dim room.

If you had control over the lights you would’ve done something about them a while ago. But for now, you hold a decent amount of power at your fingertips. Speed, power, and movement.

It’s a normal day, and you have a normal routine. Let the patrons spill into the ride, mentally choose your victims for the next five minutes. Take in any notable appearances or insecurities you can use as a punchline. It’s all in good fun.

“Alright let’s get started everyone!” you announce into the mic, abruptly starting the machine. A few screams pierce through the air from the riders.

And your first victim of your five minute tirade is a white-haired man wearing sunglasses, sitting casually along the seat, his arms splayed over the railing. Through the controls, you spin the ride until he’s sitting at the top, spotlight shined right on to his form.

“What the hell is with that hair?” you ask.

The man looks around, as if there’s anyone else you’d be talking to before pointing at his face. “Me?” he asks back.

“Yeah, you,” you respond, adjusting the controls to get him bouncing off his seat. He simply holds on, barely moving.

“Nothing! It’s all natural!” he yells back, grinning.

“Natural, my ass. It looks tacky,” you say, a hint of annoyance in your tone. The ride jerks and catches a couple of people by surprise, but not him.

“Aw, you’re really hurting my feelings, sweetheart,” he says casually.

The pet name pierces through your ear drums, even with the loud pop music playing through the speakers. You don’t remember the last time anyone’s called you that, and it has you flustered. Has blood rushing to your cheeks. Of all things to get worked up over.

It takes you a moment to shake yourself out of it before redirecting your attention back to him. Study him again to find something else to poke at.

“Wearing sunglasses indoors? Got something to hide?” you ask, hoping you’ve found something worth honing in on.

“Not at all, just a force of habit!” he responds back, gleefully.

“Take ‘em off then!”

“Alright, alright, but don’t fall in love with me.” He takes one of his arms off the rail and takes his glasses off, folding them before hanging them off the collar of his shirt.

You have to slide the mic to the side to groan to yourself. Even from a distance you can see his eyes are an awe-striking blue.

“I have to say dear announcer, I was expecting something a bit more exciting!” he exclaims, slouching back into his seat.

Has anyone ever had an aneurysm from pure frustration? Because you’re sure you’re about to join the club.

“I’ll get you bouncing off your seat.”

“Promise?” he teases.

But no matter how hard you attempt to jerk him around, even though everyone else on the ride jumps and tumbles around, he doesn’t move. That pisses you off.

You slow the ride down, aiming to give the signs of an end. With a flick of a switch, the ride jolts multiple times in succession, and you get the man off his seat.

“Ah, looks like you finally got me!” he laughs.

Before he has the chance to get back to his seat, you make the ride move erratically. Whatever random combination of spins, stops and pulses comes to mind, you do your best to execute it.

Yet no matter what you do, he takes it with grace. He simply jumps to match the rhythm of the ride. Walks around as if he’s on flat pavement, catching the occasional body that flies out of their seat.

And before you know it, time’s up. It’s unsatisfactory, seeing him still standing by the end of it, smug grin painted on his face pointed right towards you as he exits the ride.

“Wow, that was a lot of fun! I’ll have to come more often. 'Til next time!” He waves with a goodbye.

You hope he’s lying.

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