#i ate then i locked myself up in my room and cried

[tootsienoodlestan]

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[ak319]

Yan General x Fem reader

NOT INCEST!

This is the 2nd scenario I wrote. Hope you love it too.

Warnings: Possessive toxic behaviour, forced marriage, dub-con, violence, blackmailing, forced pregnancy

1799 , September:

The whole family sat after so many months and I couldn't be more happier. We were having dinner, all my sisters and I along with their children, one of the babies by the name of Harlow, a boy of 3 months was in my lap playing with his fingers and I swear it is the cutest sight ever. I was sitting on the left of Jara, who was sitting at the head of the table. Every few minutes she would nudge me or comment to make me eat or feed me something like a baby. Everyone else paid no mind as they were used to this and adored how Jara took care of me despite being so serious and cold all the time. But seriously, even Harlow might be thinking right now " Umm, who is the baby here?"

"Master Jara?" My second older sister, Demelza spoke grabbing everyone's attention. Demelza and Jara had taken our parents' role after their death. Demelza even after getting married paid heed to the needs and responsibilities of our estate and her younger siblings.

"I was thinking, now that Flora is engaged so why not we start looking for a proper suitor for (Y/N)."

I kept looking down at Harlow's round head , not because of shyness but due to fear of what would come next. 

"No." Phew.

Demelza nervously laughed to break the tension in the room.

"No what Jara? . Umm , it would take time to find a suitor and by then (Y/N) would be mature-" My other sister , Edith tried to reason .

"I said no. She's still not of age. Focus on Flora's marriage preparations for now."

Then I felt her gaze on me and I was right, she was glaring at me.

"Go to sleep instead of sitting here and not even eating." What!? I ate two steaks , what the hell does she want?

"Fine." I handed Harlow to Golda , his mum  and stomped to my room.

I was furious at how she ordered me around but also was happy that she didn't give Demelza permission for my marriage. Perks of being her favourite!

I woke up to a baby crying from the other room beside mine and it sure was Harlow. He quieted down moments later when probably Golda started feeding him. But now, I couldn't sleep and needed to eat something sweet so got out of my room. As I was walking sleepily down the candle-lit hall, I heard hushed voices from Jara's study which used to be my father's once.

I couldn't get rid of my curiosity and made my way sneakily to the door. Now I could see my older sister Demelza and Jara arguing about something. Demelza was standing beside Jara who sat on the study chair looking as if she was in deep thought but still had her signature frown on her face. She was wearing a loose white shirt which indicated that she was about to go to sleep.

"It's---it's just not right."

"Who are you or anyone else for this matter to decide whether it's right or wrong?"

"Jara , (Y/N) is our sister and that's what everyone knows her as. She too believes it . And if you were to ......marry her , then what would people say?"

WHAT!? DID I HEAR THAT CORRECTLY? AM I IN A NIGHTMARE? I pinched myself and no, it was real. My stomach churned up and my body started sweating even in the cold night of September.

"SHE'S NOT MY OR YOUR SISTER! Stop saying it. I've never seen her that way nor is she blood-related so I don't give a damn about people and if anyone does raise questions or has a problem then he or she can talk to my sword ...anytime." 

Wait .....not blood-related? This can't be. No. Am I adopted?. Is this the reason I don't look like any of my sisters? I can't believe it. For (YOUR AGE) of my life, I felt as if this was my family when it isn't? 

I rushed back to my room and after locking it, cried heavily on my bed. I tried to console myself that this might have been just a dream and soon fell asleep.

1 month later:

No one talked about my marriage after that night and I too somewhat recovered from the trauma but I always felt scared and nervous around Jara thinking about what she had said about marrying me. My questions about her being a bachelor were now clear, she had her eyes on me. Shameful. Utterly disgusting. I always looked up to her as my mentor, my sister and .....second father. How can she say that so easily? I just prayed every day that she would forget about what she had said.

After the grand marriage of Flora to the son of the Duke, everything had begun to settle for everyone except for me as now I was left alone in the mansion with Jara but thankfully Demelza had offered to stay for some days before leaving and I couldn't be more glad. Perhaps I can go to her house for some time if only Jara allows it which I hope she does. Even if she doesn't, I would rebel with every fibre of my body. I am not staying here for a minute.

"(Y/N)? What's all this?" Demelza entered my room and was shocked to see my suitcase packed.

"I am going with you."  I said with a grin as to melt her heart but it must've failed terribly as she stared at me.

"Did you ask Jara?

"No, but don't you think it's been long since I have stayed with you and I will miss you awfully if you go."

"I can't take you if Jara doesn't allow it which she would never. You never stayed with me before so why now (Y/N)? Are you hiding something from me? Is everything alright?" Me and hiding? I think it's you all who have been hiding a lot from me. I kept my mouth shut because I didn't know what reaction I would get if I told her I knew my identity.

"No , just thought it would be great.."

"(Y/N) , I don't mind taking you but you know Jara.... and actually , that's why I came to talk to you."

We both sat down on the bed and she took my hand in hers.

"(Y/N), I know it's going to be heavy for you at first but I know you are a very brave and kind girl and will understand me. " She pursed her lips and breathed in for a minute and I could tell what she was going to say.

"You were adopted and it's not a joke. You are our mother's friend's daughter. Your real mother was Kyla and she had eloped with someone and couldn't take care of you as she was young and not in good financial conditions. When she finally came to take you, it was too late. You were 13 and our parents had recently both passed, on top of that Jara---she didn't allow you to be taken away. Your parents however tried their best to get you but Jara had enough and she....exiled them. " I couldn't believe that Jara could be this cruel.

"How can she do that?! I have the right to meet them , to be with them."

"I know , we all know you do. But she -----listen (Y/N)-

"I heard both of you that night!. Just needed to hear the whole story. And now, I am not staying here for a second. Please, Dolly, take me to my parents." I called her by her nickname as my eyes teared up thinking what my parents must be going through. She was shocked to hear that I heard them both but she nodded gently. 

"If only our parents were alive, I would've taken you but now..." She whispered before wiping my tears "You can't leave because ......Jara has sent me to tell you that from now--you are her betrothed." She stated firmly as if trying her best not to cry and not take pity on me but I knew she loved me very much.

"NO! No, please Dolly , I -I can't marry Jara . She--she's..she is like my sister-

"Ssh, don't say that!. She doesn't want you to say it anymore." She put her finger on my lips and now she was shedding a few tears herself.

"(Y/N) ---I am so sorry. I am--stuck between you and," She paused and cleared her throat.

"And what?!" She ignored my query and continued.

"You have to marry her . Perhaps then you can meet your parents."

"NO! I don't want to stay here! Please Dolly , I am ---scared of Jara. " I screamed and begged her but then my bedroom's door was thrown open and there stood Jara. I closed my eyes and turned my head  furiously to the other side as Dolly moved closer to me as to shield me.

"You will stay here and be my wife. That's not a choice. So quit whining. And yes, maybe I'll take you to your parents if you bear me a child first." My eyes bulged out at her bold statement as I shook Dolly to say something in my defence.

"Jara! Give her a break, please. I am talking to her! . "

"And it's clearly not working. I have called for the arrangements to be made by the end of the month. This wedding will take place no matter what happens. And remember what we talked about, Demelza." Dolly nodded desperately and I looked at her confused. After the monster left when I asked her, she brushed it off and hugged me tightly whilst continuously whispering apologies.

"Dolly , there must be a way!."

"There isn't (Y/N). Her men are everywhere even on the borders. There's no way for you to run otherwise I would've helped you run away myself. Believe me." She broke away and held my shoulders tightly.

"Now, Jara is,I know strict and many other things but she loves you perhaps....too much. She won't do anything to you ever. I promise you and if she does, I am just a letter away, love. Hmm? Look at me, let me see you smile." 

I shook my head.

"She's bad. I hate her, Dolly. I hate her."

"Every person has a good and bad side, there's no need to be afraid. You will live like a princess you are." She kissed my forehead and all I could was silently protest.

Amber's POV:

"And now my dear students, we are going to move to my personal favourite, hehe! And possibly the most daunting part of the estate, perhaps the reason millions of people visit it." Our guide announced as our group followed her to a wing at the interior of this palace.

Our eyes were met with a large painting on the right before the chamber's door. 

"This painting, my dear students is chilling and well normal at the same time. The woman in the uniform you see is General Jara Armani herself and the girl sitting on the seat is her wife Lady (Y/N) Armani!." My feet turned cold and goosebumps travelled all over my body and I was pretty sure I wasn't the only one as the room had gone eerily silent. Every eye stared at the painting like a hawk. We had seen countless paintings on the way here ranging from Armani's ancestors to the four Armani sisters and their belongings. But this was the first time we had seen the infamous General and her wife. 

We had read so much about Jara Armani in our textbooks, due to all the wars she participated in and not forgetting the "LOVE STORY" of her and her wife who was once her "sister". The whole world knows, some people perceive it as a fairytale whilst others as a scary story. I perceived it as the latter.

"The cute baby that you see in General's hands is Sir Richardus who grows up to be Admiral Richardus, who defeated the Blue robes in his youth by building the strongest fleet the world had ever seen at that time and the second cutie pie in her mother's lap is Elena Armani, born shortly after her brother. She was known to be very intelligent and also beautiful just like her mother. She grew up to be a scholar and also was her brother's trustee and advisor. Now, coming to the parents. So Lady (Y/N) was actually..."

The guide began telling about Lady (Y/N) while my mind thought about what the poor girl went through after marriage.

 Both were married in 1799 and the wedding was not that grand considering the General was getting married. Even though the King had attended himself still, the wedding was unpretentious as Jara wasn't a fan of extravagance. And even though everyone had their questions about why Jara was marrying her "adoptive sister", no one had the guts to question her. You can say, not even the King. Let's just say those who did---were never found.

After the wedding, Jara was more possessive of her wife. (Y/N) was only allowed to leave alongside her wife. When Jara went to battles, (Y/n) was on lockdown. Her sisters were no longer permitted to meet her in Jara's absence as General feared that they would fill (Y/n)'s ears against her even when they didn't and just wanted to meet their baby sister or--- their sister-in-law. 

Within a year, (y/n) gave birth to Richardus and shortly after, the next year 1801, gave birth to Elena. This wasn't it as she went on to give birth to five more children, two sons and three more daughters. However, this painting is the only painting with Lady (y/n) and with her first two children as Jara wasn't a fan of painting and her wife being displayed along with her children. It is said that the painter who rendered this portrait is never to be seen again after it. Some people say Jara killed him by gouging his eyes out immediately or exiled him but it could be just rumours. It disgusts me that people romanticize a relationship Jara and (Y/N) had. Some people even say that this painting is fake because Jara would never allow her wife to be painted but the chances of this being true are thin because it was specifically ordered by the King that every General and Prime Minister had to have a painting of them and their spouse as per tradition and Jara had no other option but to obey the King as she never disobeyed the royalty, almost as if the King made this law to purposefully piss off Jara and test her patience. Yeah, he was indeed a waggish guy.

This original painting was only found in the Armani estate and was worth millions. You can't find it on Google or in any book because people do it in the honour of Jara Armani. Again disgusting. Honouring the acts of such a person? Absolute bullshit.  Those people are actually Jara's descendants. They are the ones who don't let it go public. They are either still scared of Jara or just don't want to disrespect her when it comes to Lady (Y/N). Which sounds very odd to me. How can someone be scared of a dead person?

There is an incident that is very famous regarding Lady Demelza . When General Jara had gone off to battle, she had come to take (Y/n) with her as the latter was feeling very stressed and sick during her first pregnancy. Demelza ought to keep (y/n) with her until her sister would come back so (y/n) wouldn't feel lonely. Convincing the guards was something which came easy to Demelza. She was desperate to spend time with her sister and wouldn't let Jara or her minions stop her at all.

(Y/N)'s POV: 

 January 14th , 1800:

"Dolly? Do you think , after the baby is born , I'll get to meet my parents?" I asked my sister as she massaged my  feet softly.

"If she has promised then ..yes because one thing I know is that Master Jara never breaks her promise."

I nodded and sighed, relaxing back into the soft pillows. The cookies that Dolly had made really lifted my mood up and the glass of warm honey milk I had gulped down, was now making me sleepy. I heard her chuckle.

"You should sleep now,"

"But stay here , please."

"Yes I am here , don't worry sweetie. Rest now and goodnight little pumpkin. Can't wait to meet you." She caressed my bump and then covered me with the fur blanket. Minutes later we heard shouts and I woke up , half asleep.

"What's happening? Dolly?"

"Stay here, I'll check."

"But-"

"Shush. Lock the door." 

She carefully got up and walked out. I got out of bed and wore a shawl around my body. I locked the door but then heard Jara's voice. I gasped .

'She is here!'

I opened the door and upon reaching the staircase , the words my ears caught on , made me nearly faint.

"Not only did your husband betray me on the battlefield but you did too by bringing my wife here without my consent. So here is your reward." I saw her throwing  Mr. Cynrik's head on the floor , who was my brother-in-law.

"AAAHH! CYNRIK! NOOOO! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME! CYNRIK!" Dolly fell down on her knees, near her husband's head. Still screaming and wailing while I just saw the scene unfold like a statue.

"Stop crying over a traitor. And go bring (y/n) , I am taking her home."

"DIDN'T YOU ONCE THINK ABOUT ME OR MY CHILDREN! CURSE YOU JARA! CURSE YOU!"

All I could remember after that was pain and lots of pain as I fell down on the floor . Jara had carried me away and took me to the nearest nursing home where I gave birth to my son. Here my baby cried and on the other side my ears still rang with my sister's cries . My wife however , was unfazed by all of it. She had forgiven me for staying at Dolly's due to the sudden 'homecoming gift' I gave her.

"Richardus , how does it sound (y/n)?" She kissed my forehead as she sat beside me , holding our child.

I gave her no response. I felt her nudge me with her forehead lovingly. This damned love of hers. It has taken everything away from me.

"I want to see Dolly."

"Don't you dare say her name . Ever. You will not meet her from now."

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! PLEASE! I BEG YOU LET ME MEET HER ONE LAST TIME!"

" Don't take advantage of my patience. We are going back to the capital, right now." She handed me the baby, or should I say Richardus, and stood up.

"Maersa! Ready the carriage!."

"Yes ma'am." The man outside the room ran for his life to do the assigned task.

After that , I was taken back to the prison which Jara called home with our son. Despite my pleas, Jara didn't listen and I could never find out how my sister and her children handled themselves after this horrid incident as that was the last time I saw her, hugged her, talked with her, laughed and cried. She couldn't even be there to see Richardus or any of my children. It all happened just because I was too whiny to go with her and felt stressed. Only if I stayed in the mansion like an obedient wife that night.

The threat that Jara had given to Dolly before our marriage finally came true. Dolly's personal maid had disclosed to me that Jara had threatened to kill her husband if I didn't marry her which reminded me of the time when she was scared of Jara as she was trying to convince me of this forsaken marriage.

After Richardus was born , I demanded Jara to find my parents but she always found a way to make an excuse and eventually I let it go and focused more on my "HOME" and children. I had accepted the fact that Jara had lied to me. She was intimidating and just two times worse than she was before when I was younger. More protective and obsessive. 

It is written in her will which she told me herself proudly whilst combing my hair like she did every night , that if she dies before me then I was to be killed as well because

"You are deemed to be only with me, love."

Like every other night, once she finished combing, pulled me lightly to her embrace as she settled on the bed. Her lips began to trail feathery kisses on my neck.

"I think Richardus deserves a little sibling, doesn't he?" She bit on my collarbone and groaned.

I push her away almost as if my body reacted on itself.

" It's only been 8 months--- I can't have another one...so soon." I don't know how I became confident enough to behave like this. But it was also liberating ...to some extent. To say "No" to her albeit knowing it was futile.

Her eyes darkened as she pulled me back again, this time not so gently.

"You don't get to decide that. If I want one, I will have one, wife."

I shook my head violently, hoping that she would be considerate.

"Jara--please. Try to understand." A gasp nearly left my lips as I was promptly pushed onto the bed with her hovering above me.

"You said your vows which were to keep me happy and obey me." Her hand untied my robes, the other one gripping my leg.

"So do your duty now."

Amber's POV:

"So, this is how (Y/N) had to spend her life now as, 'The General's Doted Wife'. She died of food poisoning the next day after her wife's death. Tragic, sad and yet very haunting". The guide, Rose, ended her speech while clasping her hands together. 

"Okayy now , let's move on to see their grand room now shall we?"

You might be wondering why I knew so much at the age of 15, even the secrets which this woman didn't know about.

It is because these two were my great-great-great-grandparents. I was from the line of Jara's third son, Dorian who was really close to (Y/N) when it came to understanding her trauma. He was the youngest child. The other children were more or less just like Jara. Ruthless. That is because she raised them to be like that. They were probably too scared to stand up for their mother anyway. That is why (Y/N) had asked Dorian to keep her diary. I had read everything in her diary and---it really changed my perception of this 'great family'. I scoffed in my mind thinking about my other cousins who were such fans of Jara Armani. I hope she is suffering in the deepest depths of hell.

Here is the link to the first part which is a platonic one.

Scenario 1 (Yan Gen sister)

[weepingchronicles]

Hey! Do you mind me requesting platonic yandere for both Joel and Ellie? I was literally imagining like what if reader was a part of an enemy group that maybe kidnapped Ellie but like over the course of like maybe a couple of days they became friends until you know Joel comes to get Ellie out of there

platonic yandere joel and ellie with enemy reader! (unedited)

tw/cw: yandere, manipulation, violence, mentions of death, immolation

word count: 1,755

thank you for requesting! for this i went with a reader whose a little bit older than ellie just because it made more sense in my head! hope u don't mind

"Let me go, let me go!"

The pitiful cries of the prisoner next door were hard to ignore, I wince and continue making her meal.

It's been a day of non-stop yelling and screaming, we had to tape her mouth again and again to not attract anyone, especially the man we first found her with. My higherups had told me it was probably dead since he was very injured when they found them and probably succumbed to his wounds, especially in this rough winter. But the prisoner wasn't too convinced, or maybe she was trying to convince herself who knows.

I enter the room and see the girl, sympathy fills my chest as i see her cradled up, still tied to the pole and within a large metal cage. I begin to unlock it, holding the warm oatmeal in my other hand. Her eyes pierce throughout my body, like a blood-thirsty animal trying to spot my weakness.

"I made you breakfast." I say with a weak smile, my higherups told me that this girl deserved this, she was caught stealing food and pulled a gun on them. Besides, we hadn't intended to hurt her but we couldn't exactly let her walk freely either.

"I don't want it." She says, a scowl on her face as she refuses eye contact with me. I sigh and put down the bowl next to her.

"You haven't ate and it's cold down here," I shove the bowl closer to her. "Please."

I see hesitation in her face for a moment but she relents. "Fine, just untie me."

I smile happily and go to untie her. Once both of her hands are free, she elbows me in the nose, knocking me down on the ground.

Blood rushes down from my nostrils from the hit and the prisoner runs out the cage. Trying to find a way out, she runs to a door leading outside.

"No, wait!" I scream, trying to stand up. Two guards who were standing watch outside push Ellie to the ground. I scream, running to them. The guards pull a gun on her, ready to shoot.

"No, don't!" The girl has a wild scared look on her face and I don't even care if she hurt me, wouldn't I have done the same?

The guards look me up and down, "This bitch hurt you! Besides we can't have her escaping again, we should have killed her when we first found her-"

"No, please, she's just a kid! I promise, if she escapes again kill her but not today." I put myself in front of the gun, the girl looking between me and the guards.

One of the guards tsk and lowers his weapon. I let out a sigh of relief and the guards drag her to the cage again, locking her inside. She gives me a look before I'm dragged off somewhere. The look was unrecognizable but it almost looked like trust?

I come back again the next day. "What happened to you?" the girl asks, staring at the next deep scar in my cheek.

"I was the one who almost let you escape, remember?" I say, and the girl looks down almost apologetically.

"So.. why did you do it anyway? I mean, let me live."

"I would have done the same in your position. You're like me."

A few moments of silence pass until the girl speaks again.

"Ellie."

"What?"

"My name is Ellie..." Ellie utters, she doesn't look at me but it's clear she is being vulnerable.

I smile, "I'm (Y/N), how old are you?"

"Fourteen."

"Wow, I'm only a couple years older than you. So.. why did you steal food anyway?"

"I didn't know anyone lived near! And Joel needed medicine..."

Curiosity sparks in my head, "Is Joel your family?"

"Ugh, no! He's just kinda.. looking after me. I'm the reason he got hurt." Ellie lets out, refusing to say anymore.

"Oh. I know how that feels, to have someone you care about get hurt protecting you," I say solemnly.

Ellie doesn't say anymore so I try to change the topic. For hours and the next couple of days we become closer, we learn we like the same comics and music. Ellie has seen stuff that I have never even known about. She often pleads to help me escape but there is only so much I can do, if they find out I helped I would be killed or kicked out to die. Ellie says I can join her and Joel but I'm not sure if I'm ready to leave..

I'm sleeping peacefully until I am woken up by silent shaking. I open my eyes groggily, fully widening once I see Ellie standing over me while shushing me.

"Ellie..? Wha-" "Shh, I'm going to get you out of here."

"What..?" Ellie forcibly pulls me up, hurriedly putting on my boots and coat for me as I stand in confusion.

"I don't understand- how did you get out and why are-"

Ellie hisses in frustration and grabs me by my shoulders, "Listen! The infected got in and there's no time to explain. Joel is waiting for us, we have to leave now!"

My head is swarming with thoughts and anxiety and before I know it I'm rushing out the door into the cold air with Ellie gripping my hand.

"Where are we going!?" I yell, stumbling a bit in the thick snow.

"C'mon!" Ellie yells, not answering my question as she drags me along further, seeming to head nearer to the woods.

In the distance there is smoke and fire, I can hear the faint noise of glass shattering and gunshots. I gasp, hearing the screams if I listen closely enough but I choose not to.

We reach the fence protecting us from the woods, and Ellie throws her backpack and mine over.

"Okay, you're gonna have to jump over. Joel is going to meet us there."

I hesitate, looking back seeing my whole community go up in flames. In a quick decision, I start climbing the fence falling onto the snow once I make it over. Ellie does the same and we both grab onto our backpacks and head further into the woods. Darkness surrounds us, the only thing lighting the world being the fire illuminating the sky into a bright orange. We run in the woods until we can no longer hear the gunshots. It is silent except for our panting breaths, until there is a sound of a branch cracking.

I don't react fast enough, a Runner charges at me with lightning speed. I scream but before it reaches me Ellie tackles it to the ground, using a dagger to stab at its head.

"Ellie!" I rush in to help her, lifting her off the corpse when its finally dead.

"Ellie, your hand." I point to her, and she looks down to see a ring of teeth marks aligning around her wrist, blood already dripping down from the gash.

I begin to break down, my only friend is infected and it was all to save me. I curl into a ball, sobbing. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm-" "(Y/N), no, I'm fine! Look, I'm immune!" Ellie lifts up her sleeve showing a months old bite mark.

"What.. how?" I look up at her, tears still welling in my eyes. "I don't know how, it just is. But all that matters is that you're okay." Ellie hugs me tightly, I relax in her hold finding comfort in the only friend I have that I don't even notice another set of footsteps approaching.

"Ellie!? Ellie!" A man with a Texan accent comes up rushing to us. An instinctual fear creeps up on me as soon as I see the man, he is bloodied and carrying a shotgun. It is clear he has had some kind of training even before the apocalypse, and him being alive nowadays is enough reason to not fuck around with him. Despite all that, Ellie goes rushing to hug him, seeking protection but all I feel is bad feelings coming from him.

"(Y/N), this is Joel, the man who I was with."

"Hi.." I stammer out the best I can. I don't know if I'm shaking from the cold or in fear.

"Hello," Joel says roughly, he extends his hand to hold my shoulder and I try my best to not wince.

"Ellie said you're comin' with us, so let's get a move on before more trouble comes."

I nod and Ellie locks her arm with mine following Joel further away to my burning home. As we walk, I can't help but question everything.

How did Ellie escape? How is Joel seemingly fine although he was injured and needed medicine? Why do I feel so suspicious of Joel?

More and more questions ambush my thoughts and I can't help but seek confirmation to them.

"Ellie, you never answered my question before on how'd you escape..?" I notice Ellie tighten her grip on me slightly which immediately raises red flags in my head.

"Joel found me."

"Right, but I thought Joel was injured but he seems fine to me." Joel stops leading the way, halting in his tracks.

"You sure ask a lotta questions, kiddo."

"Then give me the answers to them!" I plead, I want to believe Ellie and Joel, to believe I didn't just abandon my community to die by itself. Ellie stammers urging Joel not to say something, but he sighs and says "You really want to know? I was never injured in the first place and I knew Ellie was here for awhile now but we planned an attack today because she wanted you."

"Me? Wait, you killed those people? Most of them did nothing and now they're dead because of you!" Tears are streaming down my face now, my only friend has been lying to me, pleading for me to let her go when she could have done it this whole time.

Joel's eyes darken, "I know, so you better come with us because I didn't do all that shit for nothing!" I back up, trying to plot a run from Joel and Ellie even though I have nowhere to go. "No, I'm not going anywhere with you both!" Ellie suddenly grabs me arms, pinning it to my back. I struggle but the smaller girl is more stronger than me, Joel steps closer, pulling something out of his pocket and WHAM, I feel a pain in my skull and the world fades to black..

a/n: sorry if this is bad and i know it took long, i was struggling with the ending and it also just didn't seem yandere enough? constructive criticism is welcome. also i know joel was just kind of mean in this but i feel he'd be a slow kind of yandere, like he wouldn't start to RLLY care about you until way later but yknow

[captainmalewriter]

Price for a Secret

"What are you doing..." Victoria asked her boyfriend Franky, her jaw dropped at what she was witnessing.

Franky was stroking his exposed body with his hand, all while keeping a smirk on his face. 

“Nothing, babe, I’m just really feelin’ myself today,” Franky responded. Victoria raised her eyebrow in response.

Mr. Diaz? This is really fucked up... you can’t do this!

Calm down, Sweet Cheeks, Daddy’s driving now. Just relax, and it’ll be all over soon...

Franky, or “Franky,” could hear a voice talking to him inside his head. “Franky” only grinned upon hearing the voice, knowing Victoria won’t ever catch him in the impersonation act.

Victoria was justified in questioning her boyfriend’s odd behavior. What she didn’t know was that the truth went beyond Franky simply being dishonest with her. Rather, it was her father Alan who was inside her boyfriend’s body.

Alan had always been fine with whoever she chose to date. But Franky was a different story. Victoria brought him home and Alan immediately disapproved of him.

“I do not like that boy. I know how his kind works. Once he’s bored, he’s gonna dump you and move onto the next girl. You need to dump him now!”

Naturally, Victoria dismissed her father’s warnings as made up bullshit from an overprotective father. But Alan didn’t just give up and accept defeat. He figured if he couldn’t get Victoria to listen, then he’d get Franky to listen instead. The same night he met the fuckboy, Alan pulled him in close and whispered something into his ear.

“You better be on your best behavior while you’re dating my daughter... You best believe I’ll enter your body and make you my bitch if you even as much as think about hurting her.”

Much like Victoria, Franky shrugged off Alan’s threats. Franky laughed at the idea of some older man getting one up on him. But his cockiness that nothing could ever go wrong turned out to be his undoing. Franky hated using condoms and always pushed his girlfriends to let him hit it raw. He had been lucky thus far, but that lucky streak ended when Victoria called to tell him that her period was running late.

Franky laughed that off too. She was no different than any other girl he had knocked up. He’d simply leave her behind, child or not! But then Alan somehow caught wind of the news. Alan drove straight to Alan’s house and marched straight to his room like he owned the place. Franky was bewildered when he saw the old man in his room, and even more so when he saw Alan lock the door behind him. 

“Bro what the fuck are you doing here!?"

"Remember what I said I'd do if you ever hurt my daughter?" Alan said in a cool voice. He took off his coat to make himself at home.

"What, that you'd 'enter' me? That's just bullshit!"

"Care to test that theory?"

"Get out!!” Franky stood up ready to fight.

"Sit down."

Franky plopped right back down on his bed. He looked down at himself with a look of confusion on his face.

“Good boy, now get naked for Daddy,” Alan commanded. Franky listened and without second thought, stripped down until he was bare ass naked on his bed. 

“How are you doing that!?” Franky cried out. His face grew red from being naked.

“Flip to your stomach and lay down.”

Franky did as he was told. His face was pressed against his comforter. He could hear the sound of a belt unbuckling behind him. Franky had a feeling he knew what was coming next, but no matter how much he mentally braced himself, nothing could’ve prepared him for Alan’s cold touch. Alan grabbed him by the thighs and pulled him to the edge of the bed. Alan then positioned Franky so that his ass was up in the air, and proceeded to stick tongue deep into his pink hole.

“Nrgh...” Franky stifled a moan. The feel of a tongue massaging his virgin hole filled him with pleasure, but he would rather die than admit he liked it. Alan ate his ass like it was his last meal. Franky bit onto the bed sheets to stop his moans. He held on strong, even when he felt Alan’s dickhead tapping against his hole. Alan rubbed a large quantity of spit onto his hole and stuck his dick inside him, slowly but surely penetrating him with his whole member.

“Why so quiet? Tell me how much you like it!”

“I love it! Fuck me hard sir!!” Franky lifted his head and squealed out in pleasure, just like he was commanded. Alan smirked, and proceeded to pound the good for nothing fuckboy into submission. 

“Fuck boy! You got a tight ass! Shame you don’t use it more, but I’ll break you in real nice!” Alan said.

His balls clapped against Franky’s fat ass cheeks. He kept thrusting and thrusting until he unloaded his seed deep inside Franky. Franky was panting after getting fucked raw and hard. He could feel his insides getting filled up with cum. He wanted to punch Alan right then and there for humiliating him, but he didn’t want to challenge whatever powers the old man had.

Franky expected that revenge fucking to be the end, but then Alan leaned down on top of him, dick still inside his ass. Franky could feel Alan’s entire body weight now. Then, Alan pushed into Franky until his mature body slipped into the athlete's body. Franky cried out in pleasure as he got possessed. He could feel Alan’s growing presence inside of him. The last thing Franky could feel before he lost control was his dick shooting load after load onto his bed. Then, an unwanted smile grew across his face. Franky knew he had lost. 

“Hey, Victoria? I have to tell you something,” Alan said with Franky’s voice. He had possessed him earlier that day, and now Alan had access to all of Franky’s memories. He was ready to spill all of his secrets to Victoria. About the cheating, about the other baby mommies, abour his plans to ditch her, all of it. All in an effort to destroy his reputation and his life.

STOP! PLEASE!!

Franky cried out as he watched from within his own mind. He was powerless so long as Alan was inside of him. All he could do was beg. 

Oh yeah? Why should I?

Please! Give me another chance!! I’ll treat your daughter right! Like a queen! I’ll atone! I’ll fix my mistakes! I’ll be a better man! I promise! 

Alan was unconvinced, but while the two men had their little telepathic negotiation, Victoria was waiting.

“Well? What is it, Franky?” Victoria asked. But just as Alan opened his mouth to answer...

I’LL LET YOU FUCK ME AND POSSESS ME WHENEVER YOU WANT!

Alan heard Franky, and immediately hesitated going through with his plan. He let his mouth hang open for a brief second as he thought over the new offer. He then cleared his throat and smiled.

“Nothing! I just wanted to tell you I love you,” Alan said. He then gave Victoria a kiss on the cheek and hugged her. “We’ll be together forever.”

Victoria was caught off guard, but then returned the gesture.

“Yeah, forever. I love you too...”

And while Victoria and Alan were smiling, Franky was groaning inside. Franky managed to keep all of his secrets safe, but at a heavy price, one that his body would have to endure. Forever. 

[rebelwrites]

Fifteen: So What Happened Last Night?

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

Till the wheels fall off Masterlist

Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Resting my phone against my chest I found myself blankly staring up at the ceiling willing my body to go back to sleep. The sun was starting to creep into the room through the cracks in the blinds, the soft orange glow bounced off the walls, running my hand over my face. I finally admitted there was no way I was going to get back to a peaceful slumber, not when I had spent the best part of the last year waking up at the crack of dawn.

Feeling my phone vibrate against my body, I harshly rubbed my eyes as I tried to move but I quickly found I was being pinned down to the soft mattress by Charles’ arm draped across my torso. I couldn’t help but cock my brow at the screen of my phone once I had finally grabbed it. Jax’s name shone bright in the low light of the room.

Why was my brother texting me at five in the morning?

05:01 - whatever you do Squirt please don’t look at social media

Well, that was like telling me not to press a big red button, it was just going to make me want to do it even more. Swiping the conversation off my screen I automatically opened Instagram, the moment the feed loaded my heart sank into my stomach making me wish I had listened to my older brother for once.

My eyes went wide at the picture that was staring back at me but what caused tears to slide down my cheeks were the comments.

I knew people could be mean online but never I had the hate directed at me, I couldn’t stop the tears as I slowly locked my phone before gently prying Charles arm off my torso allowing me to escape the cloud like bed. The next five minutes were a blur as I grabbed Charles’ hoodie he was wearing last night, pulling it over my body letting the smell of his aftershave flood my senses providing me a small amount of comfort.

Sneaking out onto the balcony I placed a cigarette between my lips as I sunk down onto the outdoor sofa, I wanted to scream. I knew I should have put the phone away but I couldn’t help but continue scrolling through the comments. My head was spinning as the tears rolled freely down my cheeks, the more I read the words of random strangers on the internet the more my insecurities ate me alive.

She looks like a troll!!

What does Charles see in her? She’s the size of a whale.

Where are the supermodels he usually dates?

Look at those love handles, it’s making me feel sick.

Waking up to the bed being empty caused Charles' heart to sink, he let his arm move over to where Nova had been sleeping only to find the sheets were cold meaning she had left a while ago. Panic flooded his veins as he desperately went over everything that happened last night trying to pinpoint why he was waking up alone, however he was drawing blank.

He couldn’t find a single reason.

Everything about last night was perfect, listening to the sweet voice of the girl that had captured his heart and falling asleep with her wrapped in his arms. Running his hand over his face, he rolled out of bed, feeling the softness of the rug under his feet. As he was reaching for his phone he noticed the balcony door was open slightly.

For a moment he dropped his gaze to the screen of his phone just as a text came through from his brother.

07:31 - BRO YOU NEED TO CALL MAMAN ASAP

07:33 - APPELEZ-MOI MAINTENANT (CALL ME NOW)

07:34 - WAKE UP FUCKFACE!!!!

Confusion washed over Charles as he knitted his brows together at the messages, the sound of Nova’s soft cries caused him to lock his phone, he didn’t care he was wearing nothing but his boxers, he needed to see why she was crying.

The moment he saw Nova sat with her knees pulled to her chest, he felt his stomach twist into a knot. His movements were smooth as he quietly made his way over to the girl that had flipped his world upside down.

“Sunshine,” Charles whispered, placing his phone on the table before he crouched down resting his hand on Nova’s knee, “what's with all these tears?” he asked softly. Nova stayed silent, pulling her hands away from her face looking up at Charles. His heart broke as he took in how blood shot her piercing green eyes were. Reaching up he softly ran his thumb over her cheeks wiping away the tears that dampened her skin, “Parlez-moi Talk to me,” Nova sighed heavily as she passed Charles her phone, which was still open on the instagram post.

Charles couldn’t believe what he was reading, anger bubbled inside of him. There were only a few people that knew about their whereabouts and the only way they would have gotten to picture was if they were there, meaning it had to be someone from the yacht staff. However the thing that was upsetting him the most were the harsh words people were commenting about a girl they didn’t even know.

“Come here babygirl,” he hummed, placing the phone onto the small table before wrapping his arms around Nova, “they don’t know what they are talking about. You are beautiful, smart, brave and one of the best women I know.”

“But-”

“No buts,” he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to the top of Nova’s head, “all the people that are commenting about you are jealous, because I want to be with you and not them,” before he could say another word his ringtone started echoing around the two of them. He turned his gaze to the screen seeing his mother’s face staring back at him, “I need to answer that,” he said softly, “you ready to meet my Maman?”

“What if she doesn’t like me?” Nova whimpered, roughly wiping her eyes with the sleeves of Charles’ hoodie she was wearing.

“Sunshine, Maman is going to love you.”

Jax watched intently as the red Ferrari gracefully pulled into the bar's car park, with bated breath he watched Nova through the passenger window, he couldn’t quite see if she had tear stained cheeks from where he was standing.

Some of the comments made his blood boil, making him want to track down every single person, putting a 9mm hole in their heads. That thought alone scared him slightly, he wasn’t the same person he was when he was a teen, he didn’t carry all of the time now but when it came down to Nova he would go on a killing spree, without batting an eyelid just to protect her.

The moment he saw the post and the horrendous comments Charles’ fans were saying his stomach twisted into a tight knot knowing how much this would tear her up. He had spent many years consoling his baby sister when her insecurities and demons in her mind became too much to bear.

A small smile appeared on his face as he watched Charles climb out of the driver’s seat, jogging around the front of the vehicle before opening the passenger door helping Nova out of the car. It was a breath of fresh air to see her with someone that wasn’t a complete douchebag.

Surprisingly Nova stepped out of the car with a bright smile on her face, it had been a while since he had seen his sister with a smile that actually reached her piercing green eyes. He had never seen his little sister so happy, he just hoped that this wasn’t just a fling between her and Charles and they could make the long distance work.

Running his hand through his perfectly kept blonde hair smirking as Charles and Nova walked hand in hand up to the building. It was as if they were in their own protective bubble, like the recent social media post didn’t exist. He just prayed that she had actually done what he had told her for once and kept off the internet.

He knew his sister didn’t come home the previous night meaning he was ready to go into fully annoying big brother mode teasing her about her whereabouts, although there was no need to ask where she was, he already knew she spent the night with Charles. “Soooooooo,” Jax whistled, placing a cigarette between his lips before extending his arm out to Nova offering her one which she quickly took with a nod, “what happened last night?” his tone was playful as he nudged Nova’s arm with his elbow.

“Like I’m gonna tell you,” Nova hummed, pausing to take a long drag of the smoke, “but we do need to talk about Juice, that boy’s had too many fuckin’ chances.”

Before Jax could speak Elenor came running over linking her tiny hand with Charles’, giggling loudly as she pulled him into the bar. Jax wrapped his arm around Nova’s shoulders pulling her into his side. He took a deep breath before asking his next question, normally he could read Nova like an open book but not today, “I need to tell you something.”

“Yea, I know,” Nova said with no emotion in her voice, “I kinda looked this morning.”

Jax let out a heavy sigh, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, “are you okay?”

“Meh, Char helped calm me down this morning, he helps keep the demons away,” Nova said quietly looking down at her trainers, “I knew there was a chance this could get out but I didn’t expect it to be so quick, ya know,” she sighed, resting her head on her brother’s shoulder.

“Are you together now then?” Jax asked.

“I think so,” Nova nodded.

“You think so? Surely it is a yes or no answer.”

“We haven’t really spoken about it, guess we are just seeing where it goes. At the end of the day he will be leaving town in a couple of weeks so I don't wanna get my hopes up,” she said, Jax didn’t miss the hint of sadness in her tone as she mentioned about Charles leaving.

“Even I can see that boy loves you,” Jax whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of Nova’s head, “don’t focus on him leaving town, just focus on the time you have with him. Life is short squirt, don't let an opportunity to fall in love slip through your fingers.”

The sound of his daughter’s giggles coming from inside the bar made his heart swell, not only was Charles good with his sister but Elenor adored him, although he find himself starting to feel jealous that his babygirl wanted to spend her time with the Monegasque driver rather than her daddy.

Pushing the jealous thoughts from his mind, he pressed another kiss against Nova’s temple before speaking. “So you wanted to speak about Juice? What's he done now?”

Nova placed another cigarette between her lips, taking a step back from Jax, looking up at him through her lashes as she fumbled with the zippo. “It would be easier to tell you what he hasn’t done,” she growled through the filter of the smoke,“the jerk is a waste of air.”

Jax cocked his brow, knowing that if he wanted to keep his balls intact he knew not to interrupt his sister when she was going off on a rant.

“I warned him, I fucking warned him if he screwed up once more then he is gone,” she spat, leaning against the brickwork of the building, taking a long inhale of the cigarette, “I went back to Charles’ room at the Lodge and the place was a fucking sty.”

“Leclerc’s room?”

“No dummy, the lobby of the Lodge,” Nova hummed, narrowing her eyes across the parking lot. Jax watched as she snarled to the person backing their bike into a parking spot. “Oh and he was no where to be fucking seen, probaly too busy at that stupid fucking weed shop.”

Jax let out a heavy sigh, running his hand across his face, “okay, leave him to me,” he nodded, pushing himself off the wall moving so he was blocking Nova’s view of Juice. “Now, what you are going to do is take a deep breath, forget about Juice and go spend some time with that man of yours.”

Nova scoffed at Jax, “Ce n'est pas mon homme, face de cul. He's not my man, assface,” she said, rolling her eyes, as he took the half smoked cigarette from between her fingers.

“You know I hate it when you speak French to me,” he huffed, like a toddler as he watched his sister crouch down grabbing one of the crates of beer piled by the doorway before slipping into the building.

Jax couldn’t believe it was only a couple of months ago where he had a similar conversation with Juice. But this was it, there wasn’t going to be any more chances. The Lodge meant alot to the club and his family so to hear that it was being turned into a dumping ground, severely pissed him off.

The only sound that was echoing around the empty lot was the crunch of the gravel under Juice’s boots. Jax tossed the cigarette in the metal bucket by the door as he narrowed his eyes at the Puerto Rican.

“Kitchen, now!”

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[creepylittlelady]

Zalgo’s Memories

(Content Warning!: Mentions of Sexual Assault (very light), Sexual content in general, Child Abuse, Child Neglect, maybe like one comment that can be depicted as racist. I don’t condone anything said in this.)

I remember the days when my mother was still there.

Her name was Eve, or Eden, or something like that.

It always smelt a bit damp and mouldy, it made me sick sometimes. I’d used to scratch at the walls to try and find where the bad smell was coming from, why I felt sick just from smelling it. My fingers would always be black afterwards, and my mother would hit me, saying that I shouldn’t make myself so dirty when I already was dirty.

I never knew what she meant. Was it because she made me out of sin? It must be why. The Priests always told me that children who were born from unmarried parents were sinful.

It was only one room. When mother was doing her work, she’d lock me in the closet whilst I heard those strange noises. It made me feel sick. Sometimes I’d make myself fall asleep whilst picturing that I was in a lovely warm bed and that I had one of those squishy fake bears that I saw at a carnival once before.

I hated the closet. It was damp and dark, I was only 3 years old. Sometimes she’d forget that I was in there. I think she felt remorse in those cold brown eyes of hers, but it was somewhere where I couldn’t see.

I remember the baths too. It was always cold, and I’d be hugging myself and shivering whilst she scrubbed at me furiously. My skin was always red and sore afterwards, it felt like she was trying to wash away something deep inside of me.

She was nice to me sometimes, once she gave me a slice of pie from a bakery and glared at me whilst I ate it. I think she might have loved me. Might have.

She hugged me once. It was after she let me out of the closet. I remember her screaming a lot, it made me feel scratchy inside. I mainly felt sick, because it was my own mother screaming after all. The man had walked out, I remember the heavy buckled boots like a bartenders, and she let me out and held me tight to her. I didn’t like it, but I still huddled to her close when she cried.

I didn’t like when she cried. It’d be loud and she’d wail. She’d say mean things to me.

“You’re my biggest regret.”

“You’re my sinful mistake.”

“You’re all I have. My sinful little boy.”

It felt bad. I didn’t feel nice. But she was my mother, and I felt like I had to listen to her anyways.

She was young, I think. She was real pretty too, she had curly blonde hair that was always done up real neat and her eyes were striking. I think that’s why a lot of men wanted her.

“You’re probably going to turn out just like them. Just another damned pervert. That’s all you men ever turn out to be. They’ll promise marriage and love, but they always run away the second they get what they want.”

“No matter how much you think you won’t end up like them; you will. You’re just like the rest of them; selfish and perverted.”

I suppose she was right.

I remember when I was 4 years old, and she disappeared. It was only for a day, but I sat there on the dirty floor, watching the rats scurry by, wondering if she would come home. It was scary. I was scared. I knew I was a sinful boy and I thought that God had decided to punish me once and for all by taking away my mother.

She came back, weeping into a baby and covered in blood. It smelt bad. Mother named her Lily, I’m not sure why. But I’d poke her face sometimes because it was really soft, and it gave me a weird feeling.

Mother didn’t like Lily. She’d call Lily a mistake, she wouldn’t feed her or take care of her. It wasn’t fair.

I remember when she punched her in the face for not wanting to eat. I remember I had to nurse her soft nose back to health. Mother felt guilty about it, because she collapsed down and started crying. I didn’t want to help her then.

“I’m a monster. You don’t love me.” She’d wail to me, and I wouldn’t respond. She looked ugly when she cried. She was normally so youthful and pretty. It felt weird.

I don’t know if I loved her or not. I wanted her to love me, but somewhere along down the line I stopped caring if she was there or not.

Sometimes she tried to be a mother. She taught me how to count a bit and the alphabet, although I only knew how to write my name.

A

S

H

T

O

N

Ashton. Mother never called me by my name. She’d always call me something, but it was never my name. It’s like she didn’t want to admit that I had a name, that I was real.

I was still upset, because now alongside me being in the closet when mother was working, Lily was there too. I don’t think babies like dark smelly closets, because she’d always start to cry. I’d have to muffle her mouth sometimes. When mother would let us out she’d look at Lily angrily; it felt weird.

I’d scratch at the walls like I normally did, and I’d dream about waking up to the smell of porridge and eggs. I’d never had an egg before. Mother wouldn’t tell me about them, but I’m sure they must have been nice.

“You’re such an ugly boy. Such an ugly colour you are.”

I didn’t know what colour I was. I think I’m normal, but mother always was paler than me. I must have looked like whoever my father was, that’s why she hated me.

Because I was ugly and sinful.

One day, after a cold day where she got no work, where me and Lily solemnly played on the corner of the room ourselves, she disappeared.

I saw her leaving through the door, and got up to chase her.

She was gone.

Into the thin air, she disappeared.

I simply sat there.

Just how sinful and disgusting am I, that my own mother wanted to leave me?

[the-princess-of-loki]

Busted

A/N: Pic's not mine! Just found it on Pinterest. All credit to the original artist!

I was sitting on the couch in front of the TV. Thor was next to me and even though there was a spot left on my other side, Loki decided on sitting on the sofa next to the couch we were occupying at the moment. Even though I was much better than the God of Thunder as regards technology, he decided he wanted to pick tonight’s movie and so I let him, chuckling softly every time he cursed because he couldn’t get the film he wanted. I even teased him about the usage of his hands, which earned me frustrated grunts from the blond and little chuckles from the dark-haired. 

I was ready to try and grab the remote when we heard the bell ringing. It was probably the pizza guy, so I took the chance to get out of the living room before losing all my patience with my dear friend. I paid for the two pizzas (Thor ate one just by himself) and went straight to the kitchen area, leaving the pizzas on a counter for later. As I carefreely walked back to the living room, I  sensed the tension there. I looked confused at the two Asgardian brothers. I was gone for twenty minutes maximum, what could have happened between them? I didn't hear them screaming, so they probably didn't have an argument. Thor was looking down at his joined hands, while Loki was looking outside the window. A small shade of pink covered his sharp cheeks. When I was about to ask them what had happened, I noticed that my phone wasn't where I left it. It was now closer to Loki on the coffee table and the lock screen was visible. I gasped.

No.

"Y/N, we are so sorry, your phone rang when you weren't here so we thought that maybe-" Thor started, still looking at his hands.

"You both had no right to look at my phone!" I screamed which made them both look at me in disbelief. I have never screamed at them before. But this was massive. On my lock screen, I had a picture of Loki in his blue armour, with both his daggers on each hand, and a speaking bubble above his head that read 'Don't touch my darling's phone'. I felt my cheeks turning red. I grabbed my phone quickly when it started ringing again.

"As I said, we're sorry. But, Y/N, why didn't you tell me that you liked my brother?" Thor's blue eyes shone with happiness and confusion. Sometimes he was like a child.

"Shut up, Thor. You're making this incredibly more uncomfortable for all of us," Loki intervened, not looking at me at all.

He probably thinks that I'm insane or something. Probably doesn't want to see me anymore, let alone talk to me, I thought while the anxiety was invading my thoughts. I wanted to cry, but I needed to save the last little piece of dignity I had left.

"You have ruined everything. I'm never speaking to you again!" My voice broke at the end, but I ran to my bedroom before I actually started to cry.

Once I was in the confinement of my bedroom, I threw myself on the bed and, hugging my pillow, cried my heart out as silently as I could. It didn't help matters that Loki had super sensitive hearing. I was so ridiculous I couldn't believe myself. How could I ruin this? Loki and I were on good terms, but now he probably thought that I was another one of his fangirls obsessed with him. What made me different from them anyway? I followed his every step on his social media accounts. Granted, he didn't run them, but all the Avengers were required to have one. Besides, it helped him to have a 'better public image' according to the Avengers' public relations team. Anyway, I followed him on every account, saved his pictures, and even thought about him before going to sleep. I was obsessed with him. 

A knock on my door took me out of my self-pity state. I didn't want to get up, but the knocking became more persistent. When I didn't open it, I heard the cracking my door did when opening it. I buried my face in my pillow even deeper. It was probably Thor, and he didn't know what to say in these situations.

"Thor, I really don't want to talk right now," I said without moving. However, I heard footsteps and then someone sitting on my bed. 

"It's me," Loki whispered, putting one of his hands on my shoulder. I gasped and didn't dare to look up at him. "Will you please look at me, darling?" He asked in a whisper. 

"What for? So you can look at me straight in my face when you tell me that I'm a creep?" I asked with my face still on my pillow.

"I do not know what you are talking about, dear. Please, just look at me," I sighed and turned on my bed so I was laying on my back. I looked at him with my puffy red eyes because of my crying.

"You didn't have to know what I keep on my phone. I'm sorry, Loki," I whispered while closing my eyes. Even when he wanted me to, I couldn't look him in the eyes. Those green eyes were my downfall.

"I didn't mean to invade your privacy. I am very sorry, Thor told me that maybe it was urgent. I shouldn't have listened to my brother, I am sorry, again," He said while grabbing my hand and caressing it. I looked at him confused.

"No, you don't have to apologise, Loki. I…" I lost myself in his eyes, so I couldn't finish my sentence. Loki looked at me with a soft smile on his face.

Before I was able to react, Loki inclined until his face was inches away from mine. He caressed my cheek with his free hand as my breath caught in my throat. I thought that I was dead when his lips touched mine in a soft and sweet kiss. His lips felt like velvet, caressing mine with such care that I felt as if I were made of crystal. 

"Is this okay?" Loki asked in a whisper, resting his forehead on mine. I didn't open my eyes so I would be able to speak.

"Y-yes, of course it is," I whispered back. I couldn't help the stutter, and I was completely sure that my cheeks were completely red. But I didn't care at the moment. Why would I? Loki was caressing my cheek softly, holding my hand and asking me if he could kiss me. I could have gone to heaven for all that was worth.

"I didn't know that you thought of me in that way, darling," he purred as he kissed my other cheek, my nose, my closed eyelids, everywhere. "And just to be clear, you are my darling and I wouldn't let anyone touch your phone. I didn't even let Thor touch it earlier," His low chuckle resounded in my ears and I tried to save that sound forever in my memory. In a newfound courage, I put one of my hands on his sharp cheek and the other entwined with his black curls.

"Will you please kiss me again, Loki?" I begged him completely lost in his shining green eyes.

"With pleasure, darling."

This time I was expecting the contact of his lips, however, my heart wasn't. It beat so hard against my chest that I thought it was going to get out of my ribcage. But I didn't care. I could only focus on Loki and the way his lips and hands were caressing me. I felt adored for the first time in my life with a simple kiss. The way his hand caressed my cheek, the way his lips moved on mine, the way his other hand grabbed mine and his thumb caressed it, everything he did was with such care and devotion that I felt unworthy of it. More so coming from a god like him. 

But I didn’t let that unwanted thought stop me. I caressed his soft raven curls with my free hand as I tried to devour his lips with mine. I couldn’t help biting his lower lip, making him gasp and groan at the same time. Now that his mouth was slightly open, I timidly let my tongue out to caress his thin and winter-like-tasting lips. Loki immediately took the initiative and joined his tongue with mine, caressing it slowly and sensually. I was out of breath too fast for my liking, but I ignored my lungs which complained about the lack of oxygen. I let him explore my mouth completely, and at the same time, he changed his position slightly so he was laying next to me on the bed. His hand that was on my cheek travelled down my body until it found its place on the side of my waist. Our other hands were still joined, so I used the one I had on his hair to caress his jaw, his neck, his chest, and his abdomen and finally placed it on his nape. I felt his muscles tense and then relax when I caressed them, and little groans escaped his mouth that was completely joined with mine.

We were both out of breath when we pulled back, although he kept nuzzling my nose with his. I slowly opened my eyes to find those beautiful green orbs looking straight into mine. I was completely hypnotised. He could have asked me anything and I would have done it without questioning.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” he whispered after gifting me another sweet peck on the lips. “I just need to hold you close and wake up next to you so I know that I am not dreaming again,” His cheeks turned an adorable pink shade. I smiled.

“Yes, Loki. I, too, need a reminder that I’m not dreaming about you,” He chuckled a little and held me close to his body. While he caressed my head, I simply enjoyed his naturally intoxicating aroma.

“May I ask where did you get that picture of me?” He asked cautiously as if he were afraid to say something wrong. The heat went up my cheeks.

“Your social media account run by the marketing department… I just edited it a little so it would say that…” Again, he chuckled and kissed my head.

“Well, I look great in that picture, and what it says it’s true, so…”

He left the sentence hanging in the air, as he held me closer to him.

A/N: I really think it's important for us authors/writers/whatever you want to call us to normalize asking permission for a kiss. I like it when there's an unexpected kiss, but only if it is consensual. In this case, Loki has been constantly used and abused in the MCU, in my opinion, so I think he needs someone to take care of him like we do in the fandom. Anyway, I hope you like it! Comments, likes, reblogs, everything is appreciated! 🥰🥰

[3xm-draconic]

JJBA: Rockabye Starboy (Jole's story, a tainted love sequel).

I made a fic about Jole, it's going to be about 5 maybe 10 episodes long (depends), I hope yall enjoy.

Also here is a pic of Jole.

Episode 1: My Last Resort, The Animal I have Become.

In the year 1984…

“JOLE!” my foster dad, Halen, screamed, he sounded drunk again.

I was in my room hiding under my bed, I kept quiet so he wouldn't find me and beat me for what I did again, “JOLE YOU MISERABLE LITTLE SHIT, YOU ATE MY SANDWICH!” he howled, “yhea I did eat it but that's only because you lock the fridge and you don’t bother to feed me” I silently shook.

My bedroom door burst off its hinges “QUIT LOCKING THIS FUCKING DOOR!” he bellowed “WHERE ARE YOU!?”, I watched him shuffle around drunkenly. He destroyed my room and eventually ripped my mattress off its frame and found me, “THERE YOU ARE YOU LITTLE SHIT!” he hissed.

I was beaten with a belt, the old leather accessory breaking after ten strikes, that made him even more mad “y-you… YOU LITTLE FUCK YOU BROKE MY FAVORITE BELT!” he snarled, he dragged me by my hair to the basement door and threw me down the steps “I’ll let you out when I get a new belt to finish your beating boy” he growled as he slammed and locked the door.

The basement was dark and the concrete floor was cold, I layed there in the fetal position, crying.

I eventually found enough strength to get to my feet, I saw in the darkness as if it were in dim light and I scoured the shelves for what I needed.

I found a bottle of vodka, a torn old blanket and my teddy that I kept hidden here, Kesha. I made some makeshift bandages and sterilized my wounds with the booze, I snuggled with Kesha for comfort, she was all I had left of my mom.

I took a few swigs of the vodka and slumped down beneath the basement window sobbing.

Eventually Halen returned and let me out, he made good on his promise to finish my punishment with a new belt, one with a thick sharp buckle.

That night as I lay in bed I came up with a plan to run away. I had always wanted to see the redwoods of California so I’d go there.

I packed my clothes and some other things in my backpack and snuck down into the kitchen. I saw Halen asleep at the table in a drunken stupor, I quietly creped past him and took a few cans of food, one of his swiss army knives, I got Kesha from the basement and the money he had stashed away in a coffee can in the pantry.

 Just as I was leaving, Halen woke up. I booked it out the door and he chased me down the street, he grabbed me by my hair and started to drag me back to the house…

That's when I snapped.

I don’t really remember what happened, one moment I was screaming for him to let me go and then the next…his head was..gone.

Nothing but a bloody stump remained.

I ran like hell…

I ran to a local park and hid in the public bathroom, I could hardly breathe “OH GOD, OH GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE?!” I cried…

I could taste something on my tongue, something sweet and warm like hot fudge topping on a sundae, it stained my mouth, neck and shirt.

I looked in the mirror and I nearly threw up, the sweet taste…was blood.

I frantically washed it off of me in the sink, I washed it out of my hair too along with the dye and makeup Halen forced me to wear inorder to cover up my natural pink hair and bizarre eyeshadow-like markings on my eyelids.

For the first time in days I saw myself…the real me.

I saw the horns clipped short to hide them, the strange inhuman fangs…

I had always been a monster…hadn't I?

That’s why Halen hid me from the world…but now he’s dead…I killed him and now I’am…

I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror, really looked at myself.

I looked down at my birthmark, a big star on my shoulder and pondered “I have to go somewhere I won’t hurt anyone”.

I thought about it “the redwoods of California” . I had never been there but I had always wanted to go ever since I saw a picture of one in a book I once read.

I changed out of my old bloody clothes and into a new outfit, I buried the old ones under a big heavy rock and proceeded to walk.

After walking for a few miles I got tired, I set up my blanket under a bridge and cuddled with Kesha.

Even after all these years, she still smelled like her, like mom.

That night I dreamt of her again, of her soft smile and gentle eyes. I saw her again briefly and blurry, I wanted to ask her why she left, I wanted to know why she abandoned me but I never got to, those dreams were always bittersweet.

Joseph Jostar, a housing agent by day and a hammon warrior by night…that sounded like a bad joke but it was true.

Joseph had to keep up his training…and train the next generation.

Holly didn’t half to know he was teaching Jotaro how to fight vampires, who knows maybe it would prove useful in the future!

Joseph was enjoying his coffee break after training with little Joot when he got an urgent call from a Speedwagon Foundation agent.

“Hello yes, what's the matter?”, “Mr Jostar, I must inform you there has been a report of a bizarre murder in Walla Walla Washington, the crime scene is gruesome”, “and you are telling me this why?...”, “because eye witness accounts say it was some sort of harpy monster that did it and we analyzed feathers found at the crime screen”, “y-you…you don’t think?”.

“The dna is a match to Holly’s sir, we found him”.

[islyingtoyou]

slowly i'm losing my sense of hygiene as well. it's been 3 days since I showered. my room is a mess. I haven't fed the stray cats in 3 days. I haven't studied for exams that begin in 5 days. I don't remember the last time I ate. I haven't cleaned my s/h cuts and there's blood on my favorite pj set. I've burnt a lot of pages in my room. the last time I went out for a walk I sat in a park until midnight. I don't remember the last time I cried- the last time i felt something. I haven't been sleeping because my nightmares fuck everything up. it's been months since I felt sane. i turn 19 on the 17th and i have to go meet my family. and pretend that i'm happy. and thriving.

when all I want to do is lock myself up in a dark room and cut and cry myself to sleep. forever.

[elle-talks]

Oh, How He Uses Me

(Long Short Story)

I was late

Late to come home, late to start dinner, and late to get things set up. But oh how it was worth it. He came home and claimed my body. His hands roamed up and down while his mouth did wicked things to my neck as I tried to focus on the task before me. The sweet tension of his teasing and light touches drove me mad. I ate quickly and in near silence as the anticipation grew. As he guided me to the room, he asked a simple question.

Will you be my brat or my slave?

The cold metal of my collar sent goosebumps down my spine, and as the lock clicked into place he already knew the answer.

My slave owned by her master. Isn't that right?

My yes of a moan escaped my lips as his hand cupped my pussy the gave one hard slap right in the center of me. He threw me on the bed and made quick work of the blindfold, nipple clamps, and cuffs, leaving me completely bare and open for him to use as he sees fit. And oh how he uses me. His hands pinched, squeezed, and slapped my tits leaving them raw and throbbing. He then leaned back and with a fist full of hair he filled my mouth with his cock, pumping in and out as he slowly sipped his whiskey. He held me in place filling my mouth deep and for long periods, I could feel his cock twitching with pleasure and the slightly salty taste of his precum. Before long he finished his drink and moved me again. This time his fingers circled my core. In between his movements, I cried out each time he slapped my clit, the delicious sting running through my entire body and setting me on fire. I began begging then.

Please, please, Master. Please may I?

No

He slipped one finger inside me, then two. As he moved his hand within me, my mind began to crack. Faster and faster like a rhythm he knew so well he played me like a song, my moans and cries becoming the melody to the beat of his hands.

Not yet. He whispered in my ear. You are not allowed to, my sweet slave.

I cried in protest as he removed his hand. He grabbed my chin opening my mouth to clean his fingers, the taste of myself making me moan. I could feel his weight shift around me as he positioned himself. He suddenly tugged at the chain connecting the nipple clamps and silenced my gasp with his mouth on mine. His hands trailed down to my waist and so very delicately put me into position. He slid the entire length of himself into me in one swift movement. He again silenced me with his mouth on mine and began to move more intensely. He moved his hands to grasp my tits and sat up to get a better angle within me. Over and over again he slammed the full length of himself into me and my world felt like it was about to crumble. I again begged him for release and again he denied me. Faster and deeper he continued his sweet torture pulling and slapping at my tits grunting with his own pleasure.

My beautiful little slave. He said between thrusts.

A breathy yes Master, was all I could manage. With my response, his pace quickened. He grabbed my neck and squeezed. My air vanishing.

Come for me, baby girl.

And I was undone. I came hard and fast. Like lightning through my veins, and there was nothing else in the world except us in this moment.

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Small Stories Hour: Partners

Television in the Dark or Ben Murray Nearly Spent His 27th Birthday By Himself

↳ "Can I—there's somethin' I wanna say real quick…"

"The stage is yours! You don't need my permission."

"Well, it's your show. I didn't want to impose, but now I'm imposing."

Ben, sitting on the coffee table in the apartment he shared with his wife, lifted his head from his hands and peered at the television. A camera had zoomed in on his best friend's face, all smiles and the exact opposite emotion exuding from his mannerisms than what was leaking from Ben's.

"What's the date?" Reagan asked someone sitting off-camera.

The host of the program, Lou Andrews, currently laughing at the question and possibly swooning—he, like every other man, would never admit that, but Ben knew better—stepped into frame. He dropped an arm around Reagan's shoulders, a contrast of appearances as Lou was easily twice Reagan's age and still dressed like it was 1947. "This'll be going out on the 27th."

Reagan searched for his camera and looked into the lens, crystal blue eyes even lighter in black and white. "I'm dedicating my next song to the love of my life." He pointed, froze. "I mean the love of my life I didn't marry. Carolyn, I'm…it's not you." A beat passed and he broke out into a grin. "Oh. I'm gonna get in a lot of trouble for this one."

"I'd like to see you try to explain that one to Mrs. Gilmore." Lou cackled as he backed out of the shot.

"Now, now." Reagan winked at someone in the audience. They all ate it up, howled at the tolerance he displayed on national television.

When he focused on the lens again, however, all levity had been replaced by sincerity and golden softness.

"Happy birthday, Benny," Reagan said, and though he didn't tear his gaze away from the camera at all, it felt to Ben that it was happening live and he was the only one in the world watching him. That embarrassing stumble had been an illusion to capture the viewers' attention while also distracting from the fact that Ben was not onstage with him. He knew exactly what he was doing.

A knock at the door sent a shot of relief into Ben's chest. He shook off his despondency and crossed the living room to let Faye in. "What, did you forget your key again, sweetheart?"

He unlocked the door and swung it open as Reagan leaned an arm into the frame, wiggling a gold key between two fingers. "No."

Ben released the startled breath that had caught itself between his ribs. "…What the fuck are you doin' here? You're on the television right now."

Reagan glanced into the apartment over Ben's shoulder, expression hardening. "Ah. I'm early."

"Some would say you're too on time, actually."

"You gonna let me in, or should I sing along with myself for a more immersive experience?"

Ben stepped aside. "You been back in New York the whole week?"

"Actually, no," Reagan said, brushing past him to saunter into the living room. "I just got in this morning. I wanted to surprise you after the show."

"Definitely a surprise. I didn't think you'd be home all month."

Reagan cast a slow look at Ben over his shoulder, suspicion crossing over his face. "…Where is Faye?"

"She's visiting Amelia for a couple of days. She finally wore her down."

"Mothers are good at that." Reagan's stare turned to steel. "So. Am I to understand that your wife left you…alone…on your birthday?"

Ben held up a hand after locking the apartment door once again. "Don't start the Papa Bear thing. Faye was backed into a corner, she was so upset about leaving that she cried. I didn't wanna complicate her already fragile relationship with her mom, so I let her go. It's fine, I'm fine."

"You're watching television in the dark."

And yes, Ben realized he'd never bothered to turn on the lights after sunset. Partially because he hadn't caught on to how dark it'd gotten and partially because he enjoyed the view of the city the apartment afforded him. Knowing hundreds if not thousands of people bustled about, cars honking and bicycle bells ringing even though he couldn't see or hear them, gave him comfort.

"And who the hell's gonna stop me?" Ben joked, making a beeline for the kitchen. "Want a drink or somethin'?"

"Yeah, get me a beer. I'm stayin' the night."

Ben halted with his fingers curled around the fridge handle. "Was this your plan the whole time?"

"If ‘the whole time' means since I learned you had every intention of spending your birthday alone, then uh-huh."

"Damn it, Reggie," Ben spat, snatching two beers from the refrigerator and popping the caps off using a bottle opener. He stomped out of the kitchen. "I am a grown-up!"

Reagan accepted the beer and watched himself on the television set for a few bars of the song. "I definitely look better in person."

"Don't kid yourself, you're a dreamboat there and you're a dreamboat here." Ben looked over to Reagan in the midst of a generous swig of the cheap beer. "…Is this the first time you've seen yourself on TV?"

Reagan nodded. "It's something."

They stood in silence as his soothing baritone filled the apartment. When the song ended, Ben erupted into a chuckle, shaking his head before pouring more of the beer down his throat. Reagan swung around to him.

"It was actually a very serious song, Benny."

"I should've known you'd be here," Ben said. "You always seem to know exactly when I need you."

"You sound as though you've doubted me."

"No, no. I…doubt me. But never you."

"Then it's a damn good thing I love you enough for the both of us."

Ben had the presence to catch the curtains closing on Lou Andrews' show. "Let's go for a walk."

Setting the beer on the coffee table, Reagan pulled his coat tighter around himself and slapped Ben's back twice. "Happy birthday, kid."

"D'you think we'll ever go back to the way things were?"

Reagan opened the front door and shrugged. "No. But we'll be fine. You and I will always be fine. We'll figure it out."

Ben tugged on his fingers for a moment. Then he followed Reagan into the corridor and out of the apartment building.

[squippy360]

Just wanted to request Yandere Dark Dom Natasha with Depressed male reader because I'm fucking depressed right now. With fluff at then end (if you're okay with that and sorry if I bother you) I also can't figure out how it starts and how it end 😐

Natasha Romanoff x Depressed!Male Reader

Cw:(workplace harassment, sexual harassment, fluff, smut, praise, strap on, I hope you like it!)

You were just minding your own business at your workplace. It was your lunch break so, for once, you happily marched down to the break room. You had just got done with a whole bunch of work you had been procrastinating about and finally got it done so you could move on to all the easy stuff. You were actually enjoying your job for once…until a certain someone appeared. 

Another co-worker and my boss came into the break room. I happily took out my lunch and ate it. My boss came over and sat with me. We began to talk about small things as my boss waited for their coffee to finish making. He soon left after the beeping from the machine rang loudly in the air. They got their stuff and made their way to the door. The co-worker from earlier came over and sat near me. She struck up a conversation that started out talking about pets and animals, to our love life. 

"So, are you with anyone?" She asked. I smiled and stared down at my cup of juice/coffee/ect. "Yeah. I have a loving girlfriend." I said, daydreaming a bit. "Oh really? What's she like?" She said, scooting just a bit closer. I nervously squirmed a bit. "Uh…she's really nice and she takes care of me a lot. I really love her." I smiled a bit. She leaned over with a smirk and put a hand on my thigh, slowly moving it up. "I bet I could take care of you better~" She purred in my ear. 

I shivered and went to stand up. N-No thanks. I-I'm a l-loyal good boyfriend." I nervously said. She stood up and pinned me to the wall. "I want to make you my little lover~" she purred and bit my earlobe. I whimpered and tried to push her off of me but she was taller. "C'mon~ I'm sure I can get y-you to scream for me~" She teased. I flinched and broke away, running to the bathroom.  

I locked myself in and shakily got out my phone. I put a hand over my mouth and tried to steady my breathing.

"M/n? You usually don't call at this hour…" She said. "I-I know I don't get off for another 2 hours b-but I really need you right now…!" I sobbed out. "Hey, What happened? Are you hurt? Who did it? Please talk to me." She began. 

"A co-worker got to touchy with me…I wanna come home…" I whimpered. "Oh love, who is it?" She asked sweetly. "It's (C/w/n). The one who's married to Sammy…" I whispered. "Oh I see. Try and hold out for me, Love. I promise as soon as you get off, I'll be there for you, don't worry. You can talk to me until then." She said. "Ok…thank you…" I whispered. 

"So, what are you doing?" I asked as I stood back up to wash my face. "I missed you so much that I attached one of your shirts to my pillow and held it. You're just too cute. I couldn't help it. Everything reminds me of you." She admitted. I smiled sheepishly and blushed. "I just hope you won't mistake me for a pillow." I joked. "I would never." She chuckled. I heard shuffling on the other side of the line before I heard a door slam. "What was that?" I asked. "I'm going out to get some stuff." She answered. I pulled out my earbuds. I stuffed the wire in my shirt and stuck one bud in. "I'm going back to work but please keep talking to me. I feel like I'm going to pass out…" I breathed out. "Of course, Love. I'd love to hear your voice right now~" She hummed. 

I made my way out the door but stopped when I saw my boss. "Oh! S-Sorry boss. I-I was just heading back to my desk-" I got cut off by their hand. "Please. Take the rest of the day off. I saw what happened and I will make sure they deserve proper punishment and get fired. I have connections so they won't be working any time soon." The boss said with a smirk. "T-Thank you so much…!" I cried. They hugged me tightly and reassured me that this will never happen again. We went our separate ways and I got my stuff to head back home.

"So how are you feeling? Milk chocolate, Dark, or Milk and caramel?" She suddenly. I realized where she was now. "(Your option) please." I said and began my journey while partially listening to her tell me about her day and recent missions. We got 20 minutes into the call when I could hear her voice go lower and she started praising me quietly in my ear. 

"I wanna hold you so bad right now~ I wanna run my fingers through your hair. I want everybody to fucking know how much of a good boy you are for me~ All cuddled into me so comfortably." She whispered. I shivered and shakily got my keys and opened the door. I stumbled inside and took off my jacket, going straight upstairs to hop into bed. "Please get home soon…" I whimpered as I shoved all my clothes off and quickly hopped into my pajamas. I cuddled up in bed surrounded by soft pillows and blankets. 

"I'm 5 minutes away…I can see you all cute and curled up in bed for me~" She hummed. I blushed and hid in the mountain of softness. "I can see the pillow you are talking about." I giggled and poked at the pillow with my shirt on it. "What? You're telling me you don't have a pillow of me?" She teased. "Well…sometimes…" I mumbled. We soon hung up since Natasha was almost home and my phone needed to charge. I frowned as I held a pillow. It started out as small sniffling and quickly evolved into loud sobbing. 

"Love? I'm home!" She said. I sobbed louder and buried my face in the pillows. I heard her walk upstairs and open the bedroom door. "Oh Love…" She whispered and I heard her come over to the bed. I felt the bed dip in front of me and her arms wrapped around me. 

"Why do you even bother with me?! I-I'm practically useless and I-I can't even defend myself! You deserve someone way better and not someone as needy as me!" I cried. She pulled the blanket away from my face and made me look at her. "You have no idea how much I love you. I've always loved you. Even before we met. I've always loved you~ You were meant for me and me only. You are mine and I am yours. I don't care about other people. I can take care of them. I just want you. You're everything I need and more and I'm about to show you. " She whispered lovingly to me. I was about to ask what she meant by that but then she pinned me down to the bed. "I'll have you crying tears of pleasure in a few minutes." She promised. I shivered and put a hand over my mouth when she yanked my shorts off and licked her lips. 

I shivered and whined when her warm mouth engulfed my cock. "N-Nat…ngh. O-Oh…! P-Please, you know h-how fast I cum…!" I whined and gripped the bedsheets. "I know baby~ Cum then~ i'm not stopping anytime soon." She growled and pulled it something out from under the pillows. I looked within hazy eyes at the strap- on she had on. I squirmed in pleasure and whined softly. "Please Mommy…please fuck me with your cock!" I begged, knowing she couldn't resist me begging her with the puppy eyes. 

She smirked and lightly smacked my thigh. "Good boy~" She purred. I moaned at the praise and lifted my legs up. "Please~" I begged as she quickly put the strap-on on. I saw her put a vibrator inside her and she handed me the remote. "I know how much you love to please Mommy as well~" She growled and poured a lot of lube on the strap and my hole. I shivered at the wetness. "Mommy! Please! I- NGH!" I let out a sudden keen when she thrusted inside.  "Keep fucking moaning~ Your voice is so pretty~" She praised and slapped my ass. I turned the vibrator up a quarter and she let out loud moans. Her forehead rested on my shoulder and her hands intertwined with mine. 

I arched my back and screamed out when she bit down on my shoulder. "Everyones going to know that you belong to me~ I love you~ No one else is going to ever see you like this but me." She growled and marked up another part of my neck. "CUMMING♡" I screamed and creamed all over my tummy. She didn't stop at all and instead sped up. I screamed out loudly. 

"NATASHA! NATASHA! NATASHA! NATASHA!" I cried out with every thrust. I accidentally turned the vibrator all the way up and she moaned loudly in my ear. I gasped when I felt her cum drip down onto my body. My eyes rolled back and I couldn't help but cry. This time, it was from too much pleasure. My whole body spasmed when her hand touched my cock and jerked it hard. 

"N-NO! I-I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN! I-I'TS SO MU-MUCH!" I sobbed. "IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouILOVEYOU!"  She moaned and gripped my hand hard before cumming again. I was shaking and crying into a pillow when she flipped me on my knees and fucked into me hard. "OH!!! OH!!! OH♡" I screamed. She didn't stop at all. "God I'm so fucking horny for you right now. I can't stop." She purred and bit down on my neck more. 

I shook my head, trying to signal that I can't do it anymore. "P-PLEASE! CAN'T CUM ANYMORE! I-I CAN'T!" I begged. She slammed into me one more time and bit down on my neck hard as she came. I fumbled for the vibrator and turned it off. She fell on the bed and I collapsed In on myself. My eyes betrayed me and the last thing I saw before I passed out was Natasha moving my hair out the way before cleaning me up. 

Next up: HYDRA Steve x Male Reader Final

[initiallytasteless]

Ghostbuster

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Simon ‘ Ghost ‘ Riley x f!reader

NSFW!! 18+ : slight!masterbating, bj

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Summary: Take a gander…

Simon was always gone, far too long for a certain (h/c) preference. You couldn’t say much or do much, he was a essential assest to the team: vigilant, cold and heartless killing machine. And you? Well you’re was just his little lover.

Though that’s something you never get to see, he shows a version of him that he wouldn’t do to others— his vulnerability. Something no one, not even you, would expect. That’s what you get for a dating a man who’s life was surrounded by violence, you have to be tough and hard or else you’d be 6ft under.

All those nights alone has left you wanting him, more than just a hug, a kiss, or a simple touch. No. You wanted to feel him, taste him, hear those beautiful groans of his. The way he’d grab your hair when his so close to ecstasy and the way he’d praise those beautiful plump lips of yours. The way you struggle to wrap your lips around his thick veiny cock.

You was desperate for him, you needed him. you left the current room and walked into the bedroom, you pulled out my phone and pulled a photo of Simon. Caressing those soft breast of yours, massaging them gently as your cold fingers touch your sensitive buds. You slide your left hand down to thighs nearing pussy.

Your fingers down down to my clothed clit massaging it in a circular motion letting soft moans escape my lips. You couldn’t help but imagined it was Simon’s large rough calloused hands how he plays with you.

“ I like this little show your giving me there “ Simon’s voice reeked of smugness. I peered over my shoulder still a little shocked that he came out of nowhere, “ Simon… when did y- how come your home so early? “.

He walks over here, his heavy boots collided with the hard wooden floor, his large frame over my sitting one. The blanket I placed over my lap, out of fear because of Simon’s sudden appearance, he stared hungrily. His eyes locked into mines— it was full of lust.

“ I liked it better when I saw your bottom half naked, and even better if your remove that top too sweetheart “ He whispered huskily in my ear.

I could feel my body heat up from the close contact. Simon swipes the blanket of my lap revealing my sopping and aching pussy. He couldn’t help, but shamelessly stare. He lifts me as if I wighted like nothing and placed me near his clothes lips, “ I want you to ride my face, until your juices soaks my mask“.

Without a doubt I began grinding myself against his masked face slightly rubbing on his nose. His hands slides over to my thighs holding them down aggressively marking them. My mind was numb except for the thought of him eating me out as his hands roaming my body.

He places his hands over my clit rubbing it with his rough gloves, I felt my body shiver in pleasure from the pressure. I could feel his tongue through the mask tasting my juices, I needed his tongue inside of him.

As if he read my mind he removes me from his face placing me on his chest momentarily to remove his mask.

“ I need the taste if you do badly, being on that mission made me miss you so much sweetheart “ Simon said. “ Especially that sweet moans of yours, oh how they are a music yo my ears.. “.

Simon places me on his face lapping up the juices, licking my folds as his hands caress my breast. This man ate it like a man who’s been starved for months. Acting like this was his last meal before execution. I slightly grinding my hips against his face wanting more form him. His hands leave my from my breast and gives my clit attention.

There was a burning sensation in my stomach, I gripped the bed frame tightly and squeezed my thighs squishing Simons head.

“ Simon I’m gonna cum! “ I cried as Simon gave attention to my clit. I moaned in ecstasy releasing onto Simon’s face as he licked my sensitive pussy. He sits upwards roughly grabbing my chin making me taste myself from his mouth.

“ Such a good girl, maybe you deserve a reward “ Simon smirks caressing my face.

I lower myself near Simon’s crotch— which showed his large bulge. I palmed his clothed cock, groans left his chapped lips.

“ Simon please “ I begged.

“ What is it that you want “ He teased as he leaned into the bed frame.

“ You. I want you- no- I need you “ I whined desperation laced within my pleas. I was in need of tasting him: needing to feel his cock twitch and ache releasing in my mouth.

Without waiting for a confirmation I unbuckled his belt and his cock free from the restraint from his navy blue battered jeans. His cock neared his stomach showing off it’s veins as pre oozed from the tip. I gently grabbed his cock rubbing his pre and giving the head kitten licks, which Simon groaned happily.

Without a warning Simon grabs a handful of my hair and forces me on his cock gagging on it, I pushed myself off coughing.

“ What the fuck Si! “ I hissed wiping off the drool.

He glares at me with those blue menacing eyes, without the mask he seemed even more intimidating now that I can see every feature: his brows creasing and his mouth in a slight frown.

I lowered myself down onto his shaft licking the bottom of his cock, it made Simon shiver as he felt the sensation of my breath. I can feel his cock twitch .

I slide my lips over his large cock, just taking the head; sucking and swirling my tongue around it. I heard his breath hitch, as I sucked harder. Simon could feel her moans and the vibrations on his cock, he felt like cumming soon, though he wouldn’t want the pleasure to end.

“ God, just like that sweetheart, d-don’t stop “ He moans as he gripped the white bedsheets. I could feel his cock twitch and pulse. He was close.

Simon once more grabs my hair forcing me to taking in all of his cock into my mouth. I bobbed up and down trying to fight back against his tight grip, but he was so caught up in his pleasure that be didn’t see my tear stained face. His cock began twitching in mouth and then releasing that sour yet sweet taste of his cum. I swallowed his cum as I gasped for air— some still dripping from the corners of my lips.

He lets go of my hair and latches his lips onto mines tasting his own semen in my mouth. I laid down tiredly on his chest, our heart beats synchronized together, and our breaths heavy.

“ I missed you so much sweetheart “.

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Sorry I haven’t posted in a while.

I hope this was to your liking, cuz imma be honest this was my first time writing this shit and i had to do research and that research was kinda booty but kinda helpful.

anyways, hoped y’all liked it.

[nootnootpinguuu]

Best Friends? ( Taehyung x Male reader )

Y/N and Taehyung had been Besties since Diapers. What happens when Y/N feels jealous when Taehyung starts dating a girl called Leslie. Find out in this one shot Summary Top Taehyung Bottom Y/N Mentions of slight smut but not that much. A lot of Kissing Fluffy and Angsty

Third Person POV

Panting and running that was what Y/N was doing. Footsteps crushing the branches and dead leaves on the soil. He can hear the panting of someone behind him chasing after hi. Y/N finds a branch that leads to the top of a tree and climbs on it. He reaches the top and stops and looks down to see a black mop of hair down standing without looking up.

Y/N POV

“Where the fuck did you go Y/N” Taehyung said from down.

“Ha bet you can’t catch me loser” I sneered. Taehyung looked up and saw me hanging on a branch. A smirk made up to his face. I gulped knowing my time is over. He jumps on a branch and continues to climb up. I tried to jump but alas I fell on the ground. I tried to get yup but Taehyung jumped from the tree and landed on top of me and caged me in.

He leaned towards my ear and whispered. “Gotcha Baby”.

I giggled and we both got up from the ground and dusted our pants. The sun was slowly setting from the distance.

"I think we should head back home" I said. Tae nodded his head.

"Your home? or Mine?" He asked me .

"Yesterday I was at your home so today mine! Plus my mom said to invite you over while she and dad arent at home" I said.

"Really? they aren't worried we would do something that would end up the house in flames? or worse... have sex?" He told whispering the last part in my ear. I grabbed some mud and splat them at his shirt.

"HEY!?"He yelled.

"Thats for making weird comments about you and me that will never happen" I said

"That was my favorite Gucci shirt!" He pouted.

"You can wash it up at my home" I said. We both went on foot to my house since it was nearby. Soon it was night and by the time we went to my home it was nightfall.

Taehyung was in the bathroom washing up while I was cooking up some food for us to eat. I was mixing the sauce for the Pasta when a ding was heard from Taehyungs phone . I ignored it . The bathroom door opened and out came a shirtless Taehyung in sweatpants and wet hair.

"N/N~ can you wipe my hairrrr`" He whined. I rolled my eyes and I saw his abs were glistening . I gulped and smiled and gestured him to sit on the floor while I sat on the couch to dry his hair. Taehyung's phone kept sending notifications on and on.

"Tae your phone is going crazy" I said and handed him the phone. When he opened it I saw the name "Les" on the screen. I ignored it and Soon Tae's hair was dry.

"Tae you wanna eat?" I asked. Tae didn't even look up from his phone and I felt a little sad.

"Tae do you want pastaa?" I asked again but this time too he didn't reply not even a nod. He was laughing at something on the screen. I sighed and kept the Pasta plate near the coffee table if he needed to eat.

"The Pasta's here you can eat while its warm" I said and ruffled his hair.

"Yeah yeah whatever N/N" He waved about. I felt a pang in my chest. I just smiled weekly. I went to my room with my plate of pasta and ate in silence. Tae didn't even acknowledge me. I felt tears streaming down my eyes but I wiped them quickly. I brushed my teeth and went downstairs to see Tae but was surprised to see him gone.

"Tae? Tae Tae? Taehyung?" I called for his name. I got a notif on my phone and saw that it was Taehyung

Tae :I had to leave cause a thing came up Me :Oh okay

I felt sadness. Tae ditched me for some other matter and he didnt bother to even tell me through his mouth. I locked the door and went upstairs and cried myself to sleep.

3 weeks later

fast forward and Tae has been hanging out with this girl called Leslie he met in English class. Whenever I ask Tae to come hang out he would be like too busy or so.

"Tae do you wanna go eat hot tteokbokki today??" I asked him hoping he would say yes.

"I cant Y/N I am meeting Leslie today to go to the arcade" He said

"Well can I join you?" I asked

"No" He said. What he said caught me off guard. whenever he hangs out with his other friends he usually lets me tally along.

"Why though?" I asked trying to keep my tears in.

"Well Leslie wont want you to join us and yeah its sort of like a date and Leslie is the hottest girl in town so I wanna make this worthwile" He said.

"So this is what it is isnt it? Your ditching your friend since diapers to a girl? I cant believe you Tae. Honestly this wouldnt have been a big deal but you have been hanging out with her too long and you never make time for me." I said tears streaming down my face.

"Dont be jealous cause you cant get anyone" He sneered.

"Jealous? JEALOUS? YOU THINK I AM FUCKING JEALOUS!? HAHA I AM NOT JEALOUS YOU PRAT I AM FUCKING DISSAPOINTED AT MYSELF FOR EVER BEING FRIENDS WITH YOU" I screamed at his face.

"OH SHUT THE FUCK UP Y/N . ALL YOU EVER DO IS WHINE AND WHINE AND CRY LIKE A CRY BABY JUST FUCK OFF FROM MY LIFE" He yelled right back at me. I did the unthinkable. I slapped his across the face and ran out of the now silent cafeteria.

Few hours later

Right now I am at home locked in my bedroom. Crying looking at the pictures of me and Taehyung. It was past nine and I am hungry af. Perks of crying too much. I was fixing up some ramen when my phone went off. My ringtone blaring . I opened it to see who the caller was and it was Taehyung. I rolled my eyes and answered the call

"What do you want now?" I asked in an annoyed tone

"N/N can I com- come- to you-r ho-house" Tae said hiccuping. It seemed like he was crying.

"Oh my god what happened" I asked

"can I come please" He sobbed.

"Of course" I said and ended the call . I put my phone on the table when the door bell rang. well that was fast. I went to open the door and saw a wet Taehyung with bloodshot eyes. He hugged me very tight and cried into my shoulder.

We were currently sitting on the couch with me cuddling Tae . After I got him to calm down he blurted out everything that happened. Apparently Leslie had only used Taehyung for fame and money. Taehyung caught her kissing another guy at the arcade and ended up here at my house.

"I told you not to trust her" I told him

"Can we not talk about her but just us" He said. I hummed and went to the kitchen to cook ramen. I sent Taehyung to take a fresh bath after getting wet so much a hot bath deserves him. I was cooking the ramen when two long veiny hands wrapped around my waist. I was turned around and now my back was slammed against the counter and I was facing a shirtless Taehyung. His abs and ripped chest just centimeters from my face and his arms around my waist.

"You know Y/N I've been thinking you were always there with me since day 1 so you wouldn't mind me doing this would you" He said. He pulled my closer and slammed his lips onto mine. I tensed up at the sudden act but soon melted into the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed back. Soon we were making out.

I jumped and wrapped my legs around his sturdy waist while his hands were holding me by the thighs. We broke apart and were panting.

"I like you- wait screw that I love you Y/N.. wanna be mine?" He asked me.

"Do I look like a fool to reject such an offer?" I rolled my eyes and slammed my lips against his and we both kept making out again. Soon my t shirt was removed and we were both shirtless.

"So wanna take this to the bedroom?" He smirked. He and I both knew what he was talking about.

"You know how to read my mind Taehyungie" I moaned into his hair.

"Oh you are not gonna walk for another 2 weeks babe" He growled.

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"And that is how I met your father" I said telling to my 2 adopted kids.

"Woah so you both were friends?" Asked Taewoo

"Best friends?" implied Hyerong

"Yep" I said . "Anyways your father would be here any minute okay?"

"Yes Dad" They said in unison. The door opened and in came Taehyung back from work.

"Hey baby" He said and kissed me . "Hey kids" He said and ran to his kids. I laughed at the sight of my Husband , My best friend playing with our kids.

THE END

[hel7l7]

ED TW!!!

There’s a girl walking next to me to class. We barely know each other, met just two weeks ago. She’s everything I seem not to be. Calm, collected, loving, kind. I may participate more in class but I’m sure she goes home and feels loved.

She says loves the fall, sleeves of her jumper pulled over her hands, a smile on her face, not even shivering in the cold. Next to her my old oversized sweatshirt fails to warm me, heart beating in my ears as each breeze seems to strike me as hard as it possibly can. I tell her I hate the fall. That I was born in summer and therefore have fallen in love with the heat. 

A semi-lie. I did not hate the fall. But hate how the sun sets earlier now, how the leaves are browning. I’m back in September 2014, all my friends are in class again. I am in the backseat of my parents’ car, listening to a Sleeping with Sirens song through my headphones. In front my dad says something about the traffic. I pretend not to hear him. To not have the guilt eat me alive. It has been a whole summer of them driving me to places to get me checked. Anorexia. They say. As if I would believe them.

Sitting up is too much effort, paying attention is too much effort, walking the dog is too much effort. All these appointments are too much effort. I am sick and I do not believe them when they tell me. Only in the rare moments where the stairs feel never ending and black dots cloud my vision, I doubt it. I may believe them for a second.

It is just this. It was September and my life had paused. I was there but never really. Locked up in the house, treated like a patient. They had to keep me alive. I get that now. But it hurt to be in so much pain and only feeling them fight me. It hurt. It just fucking hurt. And I cannot see the leaves on the ground and feel the cold wind on my face and smell how summer is slowly fading away without feeling that small again. Like the world is made of punishments and I am the worst of our kind. I’ve eaten myself and now they’re trying to save me and I don’t know if I want to be saved even. Each bite feels like I’m failing myself and I need to do it for them but where the fuck did I go? It smells like fall and I remember how my sister and mother cried as they helped me in the shower as I was too weak to do it myself. I remember how everything hurt and bruised and smelled. And wasn’t it stupid how the internet made dying look pretty? Wasn’t this supposed to be better? They promised me being skinny would be good. It would be beauty and grace and I’d wear skirts that showed my knobby knees and everyone would congratulate me. I would not get stared at with pity. They didn’t tell me that the only time out of the house would be to go to the fucking hospital. I don’t know how many tears I had to swallow to get there. I don’t know how much I hurt before I made myself disappear. I never let myself feel it. It was easier to be nothing. It was better if I was nothing. If I gave everyone else more room to worry about something else. It was better if I just wasn’t there. It always felt like I was too much so here I was trying to make myself little.

I made myself little and all they did was care.

So it is fall now. And I stuff my face with chips while laughing with my friends. We drink soda and I don’t think twice about it. And all of it is fine. Yet each breeze of September wind blows another memory back into my brain. It is simple, I cannot forget how it felt. To sleep with my mom in my childhood bedroom, how she held me as we both cried afraid this would be the night I wouldn’t wake up.

The sunset reminds me of this school party, one girl brave enough to ask me if it wasn’t time for me to eat something other than the lettuce I piled upon my plate. I ate two pieces of bread. Went home early, hoping I’d be alone so I could stick my fingers down my throat.

A little ramble story about how I developed an eating disorder to deal with trauma and how the ED itself became a traumatic experience that now haunts me every fall... No worries. I am good. I’ve recovered from anorexia. Life is much better than it was and I am nothing but glad that I was able to get out of that hell. If only it would let me go. 

I never let myself feel all that I actually needed to feel when I was going through that shit, so I guess I’m processing it all now. Step by step, tear by tear. 

[cacoetheswriting]

a promise of forever

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader warnings: really just a big ball of fluff, a very brief mention of spencer's time in prison word count: 1.8k prompt: "i'm not very good with words..." summary: a rather unusual and a slightly delayed exchange of vows.

a/n: this is a my one shot submission for @ellesgreenaway 1k milestone celebration! india, a huge huge congratulations to you again 🎉 you're so incredibly talented and you deserve every single one of those follower, if not a million more! 🥳🧡 now, this is my first fic in a couple of weeks, and i think it's quite fitting that i wrote this instead of working on my own vows oops

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A faint shine coming from the side lamp hit against the gold band on your finger, the glimmer instantly catching your eye. The book you were reading, was now closed in your lap and your gaze travelled to the ring, a smile creeping up on your features.

The item, however simple and dainty, carried with it so much meaning. Not only was it a symbol of undying everlasting love, showcasing to the world you were married to the person of your dreams. It was also a constant reminder of what you and Spencer overcame to get here. How far the two of you have come.

To say the last year was tough would be an understatement.

Spencer wasn’t the same after his release from prison. Often distant and quite reserved. His true self hidden from the rest of the world, afraid of getting so deeply hurt again. You of course didn’t put any blame on him for acting differently or resent him for it. What he went through was challenging enough, and you loved him more with each day regardless because he was still Spencer. Your Spencer.

And he adored your patience and your understanding. He adored the kindness you showed him while he regained control over his life. Simply, he adored you and he counted his blessings every day he spent with you.

One faithfull Saturday morning, Spencer asked you to marry him.

Completely out of the blue, while you were tangled together in the cotton bedsheets with morning breath and ruffled hair. He said he didn’t want to wait any longer because if his time in prison taught him anything, it would be not to waste moments with the people you cared about the most.

You cried. Tears of happiness, pure unfiltered joy.

Later, the very same day, the two of you stopped by a jeweler to invest in simple yellow-gold wedding bands before heading hand in hand to the court house. No muss, no fuss. No guests, no flowers, no cake, no vows. Nothing but unconditional love and a large order of chocolate chip pancakes afterwards, to celebrate.

It was the perfect day and you wouldn’t do it any differently.

You didn’t need anything else, neither did he. The memory along with the wedding ring was a promise in itself. A lifetime together. A lifetime of happiness. However, as you watched the band glisten on your finger, you couldn’t help but wonder what else Spencer would have promised you in his vows if he ever got a chance to say them.

And that’s how the brunette doctor found you - lost too deep in thought, attention solely focused on your wedding ring.

You, of course, didn’t hear him come in.

Spencer smiled to himself, quietly closing the door behind him so as not to startle you. He placed his bag down before ambling towards the back of the couch. His hands landed on your shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze to grab your attention, and you tilted your head up to look at him.

“Hi, my love.”

“Hello, beautiful.” Spencer bent over slightly, his lips catching yours in a tender welcoming kiss. “Let me go wash up quickly and you can tell me all about your day,” he added and you nodded, following him with your eyes until he disappeared into the bedroom.

While he cleaned himself up after an undeniably hectic workday, you sprung up on your feet and headed to the kitchen to cook up a late dinner for the two of you.

Spencer rejoined you shortly and immediately began playing sous chef, assisting you with preparing the meal. While the two of you worked over the various pots and pans, you exchanged with one another stories of how your days went. Listening attentively, joking together. Then you ate together before reconvening back to the couch.

A typical, and honestly, an ideal evening together when he wasn’t travelling.

“What were you thinking about earlier, when I got home?” Spencer asked, making himself comfortable next to you. You draped your legs over his lap with ease and his hands instantly made home on your thigh.

“Do you ever wonder what I would say to you in my vows if our wedding day looked any different?” you asked straight out, because there was no secrets between the two of you.

Spencer pondered the question for a moment before shaking his head. “No,” he answered honestly, “Do you?”

You briefly chewed on the inside of your cheek. “Sometimes,” you confessed, a hint of guilt and hesitance detectable in the tone of your voice.

He hummed softly at your response and proceeded to place a tender kiss on your temple. “I could tell you,” he murmured into your hair before pulling away, “If you’d like that is.”

His eyes found yours and a timid smile circled your lips at his offer.

“You don’t have to, Spence, I’m honestly happy not knowing and letting my imagination run free. Plus, I wouldn’t want to put you on the spot—”

“Y/N,” he politely cut in, “I’ve known what I would say to you in my vows ever since our first date.”

The sentence caused you to playfully roll your eyes, as the butterflies in your stomach fluttered free. “Hmm…” you smacked your lips together, “I don’t think I believe you,” you teased him with a chuckle.

Spencer pressed his tongue to his lips as he smirked at your comment. He took your innocent joke as a sort of challenge however, because in one swift motion, before you got a chance to react or say anything else, he pulled you in closer by your legs before taking your hands in his and giving them a gentle squeeze.

“I can recite the entirety of the English dictionary off by heart, but ironically I'm not very good with words—” Spencer began, his hazel gaze locking with yours, “—because when I think how to express how I truly feel about you, and how incredibly lucky I am to have you by my side, my mind goes completely blank and my eidetic memory is no longer of use.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, and you could just imagine the whole crowd laughing because whether Spencer liked to admit it or not, he was incredibly funny without even trying.

“However, as I sit here before you tonight, I will give my all to make the most sincere promise one heart can make to another. Y/N, I have waited a long time for you, and I promise from this day on until forever to be your constant love, your shoulder to cry on, your partner for life. I vow to give you the best of myself and not ask for anything in return. I vow to respect you. Respect your desires, your interests and needs.”

You could feel your eyes gloss over, as Spencer inhaled before continuing, "I promise to keep myself open to you and share with you my deepest feelings, thoughts, and dreams. I promise to continuously surprise you in hopes of bringing you joy and seeing you smile, because you have the most beautiful smile.”

Spencer gently rubbed circles into your hand with his thumb as he spoke, and the amiable loving look in his eyes made you think he didn’t really have these vows prepared beforehand, like he said he did.

He was speaking purely from the heart.

“I promise to love you through thick and thin. The good times and the bad. In sickness and in health. I promise to love you with every fibre of my being, until the end of time.” He paused, by that point salty wet droplets were slowly trailing down your jawline.

Spencer continued, “Now, I have been called many things in my life and gone by many different titles. From this day on however, the most important title I’ll hold is husband. Your husband.”

Silence filled the room once he concluded. A benevolent and earnest silence.

Nothing could have prepared you for what he said, and how his words would make you feel. How you thought it wasn’t possible to love him anymore than you already did, yet here the two of you sat and your heart swelled inside of your chest.

Spencer’s hand travelled to your cheek. He cupped it gently, wiping away any lone tears that escaped.

“You know—” you murmured, leaning into his touch and placing a kiss on the palm of his hand, “— for someone who claims they’re not good with words, you just strummed all the right heartstrings. I therefore dumb thee— a liar...”

The brunette doctor let out a soft chuckle at your comment and then proceeded to scoop you into his lap, completely effortlessly. He held you close by the waist while your fingers played with his brunette curls.

“And it’s a good thing you have an eidetic memory, my love, because I will ask you to recite those promises to me over and over and oveerrr again,” you added and Spencer threw his head back in a smooth laugh.

“How about I type them up and we can frame them instead?” he suggested, arching a brow. You licked your lips, considering the question for a moment, however before you got a chance to reply, Spencer added, “It would however, be nice to have both of our vows up...”

It was your turn to laugh, “I have nothing prepared, Spence. Not to mention, yours were so heartfelt and honest, I don’t think I can compete.”

The smile on Spencer’s face grew a little wider and he leaned in to peck your lips, “Say whatever that comes to mind, beautiful.”

“You’re not going to let this go now, are you?” you enquired and Spencer shook his head in response, a goofy grin plastered across his features.

“I really have my mind set on those frames now. Maybe we can hang them over our bed, or maybe we can dedicate a shelf to them in the bookcase.”

You raised a brow, “You’d give those frames a whole shelf?”

He nodded, “A whole shelf.”

The thought of your promises to one another typed up and on view for everyone that came to visit the apartment made you smile.

Glancing briefly at your wedding ring, looped among Spencer’s brunette curls, you nervously chewed on the inside of your cheek before glancing back into his hazel eyes. “I’m not very good with words—” you began with a modest tese, “—Therefore, I hope you don’t mind that I’m going to borrow someone else's.”

You paused, letting out a delicate shaky breath. “Atticus wrote, ‘I lost my way all the way to you and in you I found my way’. You are my everything, Dr. Spencer Reid. Thank you for choosing me, for loving me, for making me feel safe, for making me laugh, and for making my life a million times richer.”

Spencer’s lips found yours the second you finished, wrapping them in a gentle yet passionate kiss. A desirable sensation instantly spread through you, because when he kissed you like this, it was as if he was kissing you for the very first time.

“I love you,” Spencer whispered after slowly pulling away, pressing his forehead against yours.

“I love you too,” you expressed with a genuine smile.

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