#i moved to wattpad but it was so bad i cried harder

[kebarney]

when the wind starts to feel like you miss your boyfriend (akaashi keiji)

[chrisisvbun]

fingering. ftm!logan x ftm!reader

a/n: okay so not only this is my first time writing in this app but also I'm a bit drunk, English it's not my first language (nor my second) and I'm not great at writing. Also I don't have a fucking clue on how to use this app, I'm a wattpad kid sorry. Just try to enjoy. plus I didn't correct this lol

synopsis: you don't want him to leave.

cw: pure smut; dom!logan, sub!reader, gentle reader; a mix of neglection and praise kink; fingering. Afab terms for both logan and reader. Reader goes by he they, logan goes by he him.

words: 1k

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"Shh, I got you, pup." He mumbled in your ear as you cried, grabbing his leather jacket. "Sh, I'm here, pretty boy, don't cry."

"I don't wanna come..." you cried in his chest, squeezing his fingers tight in your sweet hole.

"Why is that, baby?" He talked to you in such a warm tone that you almost come right there.

"If I come, you'll go." You moaned and sobbed in his white tank top as your hands grabbed tight his jacket.

"Oh, handsome, you know I have to go, I'll be back before you realize. Come on, let me make you come, baby." He spoke as he gave you kissed in your forehead and cheeks. You denied, he chuckled. "You are going to stay with my fingers stucked in your warm hole all day? I wouldn't complain if I didn't have to go, baby"

You cried at the mention of he leaving. You were so needy, you needed him so bad, he couldn't leave you. And you knew you have one of the most caring boyfriends in the world, and he wouldn't leave you if you didn't come nice and good. You had a hand grabbing his wrist now, stopping his movements, and the other had a hard grip in his leather jacket.

"What am I gonna say to Charles, hm? Oh, sorry, wheels, it's just that my gorgeous partner wouldn't come like I wanted them to and they got my fingers inside of them all day." He said, managing to get a giggle out of you. "There is that pretty laugh of you, handsome."

You sniffed in his chest, gently starting to let go of his wrist. "Ah, someone wants to come now?" He asked a bit teasing still in a loving tone, you nodded shyly.

He sat in the bed, gently sitting you in his lap, his chest pressing against your back. "I'm gonna treat you so good before I go, baby" He said in your ear, kissing your cheek gently as his fingers began to push against your gummy walls, making you shiver on top of him. "Gosh, baby, I'm getting wet with just seeing you like this." He mumbled in your ear as he moved his fingers faster, fucking you hard and sinking his fingers in your hole till his knuckles thrusted you.

"I don't want you to go..." you cried as you pressed against him, moaning as your fingers pulled in and out, covered in your slick. You squealed when he curled his fingers inside you, pressing your softness inside.

"My pretty little thing wants me to finger them all day?" He said in your ear, biting his lip as he moved faster, the sloppy sounds of your juicy hole filling the room with your moans.

"Yes, yes, please." You cried, resting you neck in his shoulder, he sank his face in your neck, sniffing you masculine fragrance and growling there.

"Gosh, you handsome idiot, how do you smell so good? I'm addicted." He sank his teeth in his neck a few times, licking the zones where he nibbled at. "You know I can't stay, baby"

You whined out a sob, arching your back for him a bit more. "Please..." you cried.

"Don't make this harder, baby boy." He kissed your neck gently. He slowly added a third finger, making you sob against him.

"Too much... 's too much, Lo..." You whined in his ear, he closed his eyes and sighed at the feeling of your warm breath, the hand in his waist tightly grabbing you as the other moved faster.

"You can take it like the good boy you are." He growled in his ear, smiling wolfy when you arched your back and moaned loudly because of his new pace. "How pathetic you are, crying for a pair of fingers." He bit your jawline. "Such a pretty boy like you shouldn't worry his pretty head about it. Are you worried because you want this fingers just for you? You don't want me to finger anyone else?"

You nodded quickly, and he just pushed his fingers harder against you, making you squeak. "Words."

"I do, I want your fingers for me! Just for me!" You cried, looking for his lips as you fucked yourself in his fingers.

He moved the hand in his hip to your face to move it and kiss you deeply and in a wet way, his tongue moving roughly inside your mouth as his fingers moved faster and faster.

You couldn't take it anymore, your hole began squeezing his fingers around tightly and the way was fucking yourself against his fingers started to get funny and irregular.

"Lo, lo..." you sang his name, he smiled and kept his movements, nibbling your cheek gently.

"My handsome boy, how much I love taking care of you like this." He said in your ear, so low and intimate, just for you, for his sweet boy. "Go ahead and come for me, be a good boy."

Those words made you snap like a rubber band, your toes curled and you squeezed his forearm and his leather jacket, your body jerking as you released all over his fingers and the covers. He kissed your cheek during all the process, being so good with his charming gentleman.

"You were so good, are you gonna wait here for me to come back?" He asked in your ears, gently taking his fingers out. "Answer, pup."

"I am. I am, Lo..." you answered with your worked up breath, whining when you felt the emptiness in your entrance.

"So good." He smiled, playing with your slick a bit before taking his fingers to his mouth to taste you, he hummed, pleased at your taste. "Yeah, I'm devouring you the second I step back in today, wait ready for me, bub."

He put one finger in your mouth, making you suck it. He moaned when your pretty mouth hugged his finger and sucked your own release there, he took it off roughly and kissed you furiously, grabbing you by the chin and, again, pushing it off roughly. "You better behave while I'm gone."

"I will." You smiled in his lips, pecking you gently. "I promise".

He couldn't help but blush a bit at your smile and your sweet tone. "I trust you, bub."

[liv3laughlev]

IN HIS OFFICE ★.⁗☕️⚬☆

content warnings: nsfw, fem & afab reader, cockwarming, no protection mentioned, teasing, dacryphilia, office sex, use of “good girl” once (repost from wattpad)

author’s note: would ‼️

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"kaeya— please.. stop teasing me already.." you whined softly as kaeya kept you still on his cock, resting your head on his shoulder as you tried moving your hips, only for him to tighten his hold on you.

"i'm working, dear.. i told you that you'd have to be patient.. you're lucky i let you even sit there. now be a good girl and wait for me to fuck you." he spoke as he gave your hip gentle rubs.

"pleaseeee kaeya.. i've waited long enough.." you pouted.

"you want to get fucked so bad? ride me while i work.. i'll help you if you succeed in distracting me.. how does that sound, love?" kaeya asked, kissing you on your cheek before he went back to the paperwork he was doing.

you frowned and rested your head on his shoulder, looking at him with a needy expression as you rocked your hips. you just wanted him to bend you over on his desk more than ever, but he was "too busy" with his work to give you the attention you needed :(

"want you so bad.." you muttered softly, sweet whines leaving your lips as you struggled to get off without his help. "pleaseee.. can't do it without you.." you whimpered softly, little tears forming in your eyes.

kaeya's resolve vanished the moment he saw those tears forming in your pretty eyes, and he didn't hesitate to push all the paperwork to the side of his desk, lifting you onto the desk to give your neck sweet kisses as he slid his cock out of you, teasing your pussy with the tip.

"i'm sorry, dear.. needed to get work done.. didn't mean to be such a meanie to you.." he said softly as he slid his cock back into you, groaning as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hands holding onto your hips as he rocked his hips against yours. he smiled a little as he heard you moan, moving to look at your look of pure joy. "is that better, my love?" he whispered, chuckling as you blissfully nodded.

"more kaeya.. please.." you whimpered softly, wrapping your arms around his neck as your legs kept him close by wrapping around his waist.

"i know, love.. do you like this more?" he asked as his pace quickened, a satisfied smirk on his face as you nodded. "let me hear you, dear.. let me hear how good i'm making you feel.." he muttered in your ear as he grabbed your ass a little, keeping your body close.

"what if someone hears?" you asked shyly, a hint of worry in your voice.

"don't worry about it.. no one is going to be out there for a while. let me hear you, okay?" he reassured you, one of his hands moving to give your cheek a reassuring touch. "there we go.. that's better.." he spoke as he heard you finally let your moans out. he always loved the sound of you moaning, and the way you'd try to stay quiet but would fail. it was so cute to him, it made him want to fuck you harder just to hear more— but he wants to make you feel good at a pace you like so he'd never.

"mm— kaeya.. i think i'm gonna—" "shhh, dear.. go ahead.. i'll help you through it.." he muttered softly, kissing you passionately. the way your lips felt against his turned him on so much. he loved the way you would always kiss him in a frenzy.

your lips parted from his as you felt your stomach tighten, your eyes squeezed shut as you prepared yourself for the intense orgasm you were about to have.

"i'm close.. where do you want it?" kaeya asked, kissing your neck as he held your body close, fucking his cock deep inside you.

"inside— please.. need it so bad.." you whimpered softly, tears of pleasure beginning to stream down your face. kaeya's heart melted at the sight as he gave your face gentle kisses, muttering sweet praises to you.

you cried out as you came, clinging to him as if your life depended on it. "there we go, my love.. let it all out.." he said softly as he guided you through your orgasm, gently massaging your body to ease your tension. "shit.." he groaned softly, settling his cock deep inside you as he came, his hips slowing down so he could milk his cum out.

after a moment he pulled out, his eyes softening at the sight of you dazed out on his desk. "did so good for me, dear.." he muttered as he carefully carried you to the couch he had, putting a blanket over your body after he cleaned you up.

[stayevildarling]

Wilhemina Venable x Reader- When the time is right - Pt 1

Part 2, Part 3

word count: 3.8k

warnings: mention of scoliosis, angst + fluff at the end

A/N: This story is kind of an AU. Reader meets Venable when Wilhemina is light Mina (orange hair, adorable, cute, friendly) and they get together. One day Wilhemina breaks it off suddenly and they only reunite years later but Reader is met with a much darker version (dark Mina).

Also, this used to be on my Wattpad but I decided to completely rewrite it and add multiple parts

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-Flashback-

''Are you serious right now after all we have been through?'' you try hard not to scream but it feels like your body is on fire, your lungs are burning, heart racing and your eyes watering. You cannot believe you are having this conversation with your girlfriend Wilhemina right now. After a whole year of knowing each other and eventually giving the relationship a go she is talking about moving on.

'It's for the best'' is all she said in return and then she walked out, cane in her hand hitting the floor hard and not once did she look back, she ignored your cries, you begging her to stay and please turn back around. You keep repeating this is a nightmare and you are gonna wake up any minute to her holding you in her arms. But it was no nightmare and she did walk out of your shared apartment and ever since that day you have tried to move on. But no matter what you did working, moving out of the apartment, meeting friends, getting to know new people it didn't work, Wilhemina was always on your mind, when you are asleep she would visit in your dreams, when you are driving or outside and a song plays, she is there in your memory as if she never left in the first place.

-End of Flashback-

Even right now as you are walking through the streets on your lunch break, coffee in your hand and earphones in your ears listening to music she is here again.

''I never needed you like I do right now....I never hated you like I do right now'' as you hear those lyrics your heart skips a beat and it feels like it is breaking all over again. You tried everything you could think of, start a new job in a new field, you moved to a new city but nothing seems to be able to take your mind off the redhead, clouding your mind, her touch still so present lingering on your skin, her voice still ringing through your ears and the smell of lavender following you wherever you go.

Currently, you are working for a company in California, in the social media department and to promote the brand and their work. It's mostly boring but you do enjoy social media and advertisement so you gladly took the job considering it comes with a higher paycheck and a brand new apartment. There was nothing left in your old city, no friends anymore because you drove them all away as they always talked badly about your ex-girlfriend and the feelings you still have for her. No family because you were kind of always on your own and after quitting your job there, there was nothing holding you back. The woman with red-orange hair and a purple obsession is currently on your mind again and no matter what you do she is stuck in your head, like a catchy record and it hurts. As you think about her a wave of flashbacks hit you, with no way of putting a stop to it and keeping the storm at bay.

''Wilhemina Venable, nice to meet you'' was the first few words that you ever heard her say and for a moment you were so struck that you couldn't even say anything. ''Cat got your tongue hmm?'' was what she said afterward and what got you to snap out of it, introduce yourself, and shake her hand. And when you touched her for the first time you knew you would never ever get tired of feeling her soft hands.

You would also never grow tired of looking into her beautiful brown eyes or the soft smile she would give you whenever she would see you. Back then you just finished college and you took your first job and she was your co-worker. Starting a relationship with a co-worker is sometimes frowned upon and there probably are good reasons for that but you didn't listen, not to your friends telling you not to do it and not to the other co-workers after they noticed the glances you and Wilhemina exchanged at work. But you both never let that stop you and you fell for her and you fell hard.

Although you had some crushes before, mostly on teachers in college or celebrities, you never had been in a relationship before. Every morning before work you would get up so early and make sure to put your best clothes on, you would improve your makeup skills and try different hairstyles to impress Wilhemina and you did. She would notice how often you would come around to her desk and ask her silly questions you both knew the answers to but you pretend you didn't. And eventually, she took all of her confidence and asked you out and that night was the most magical night of your life.

You went to an expensive restaurant and after she took you home and she gave you something that night that was precious and you held onto it till today. Patience. She was your first love and she made sure to not rush, to not hurt you, to be there for you and hold you whenever you needed her. After your first date, you went on some more magical nights together, before you were ready to allow her to love you and to love her in return and she made you feel things you never felt before. She would make your whole body feel beautiful and worthy, all your insecurities left whenever you were around the woman who had many insecurities herself due to her back. And that's probably what you admire most about her, the way she made you feel whenever you were with her.

Thinking about all this, you think back to the many dates you both went on, to restaurants, shopping, the movies, car dates, attending work parties together, going to get drunk together. Life felt so easy with Wilhemina around, although she was a few years older than you she was pure, she was funny, soft, kind, precious and she was innocent. She would always treat people with respect and offer help and you loved her beautiful and kind personality. You never thought that one night after being with each other for almost a year she would randomly walk out of your life and not once turn back around or try and talk about it.

Hearing the lyrics repeat, you sigh and shake your head because it is true, one part of you needed Wilhemina back in your life because no matter what you do you can not get her out of your head or heart for that matter. Part of you does hate her for leaving and walking out, you never cried harder in your life than the night she left and you couldn't function for days. All you did was cry, toss and turn in the bed or curl up on the floor in a little ball until you couldn't cry anymore but the pain never stopped. It took days and in the end, your friends who picked you up again, taught you how to take care of yourself again by eating, showering, getting dressed, and going to work and you hoped that moving and changing jobs would change something.

As you are sitting in a park, only a few blocks away from your new workplace, watching people having picnics, playing with their kids, walking their dogs, or doing exercise you realize that all this wasn't worth it. Moving away, leaving your job, apartment and friends did nothing, you still miss her and she still haunts you. You miss her gentle side, the soft Mina as you used to call her, who would hold you in her arms, who would say soothing words until you would fall asleep, and who would make you feel better after a hard day at work, hold you after a nightmare or would let you ramble about another one of the co-workers annoying you. You miss telling her about your days and how you feel because you could be free with her and be who you are and you haven't been that way in a very long time.

Checking your phone you notice your lunch break is over in five minutes so you toss your empty coffee cup in a nearby trash can and walk back to your office. Today has been particularly boring because all you have to do is answer people's dm's and requests on social media because currently there is no campaign going on. As you walk back to your desk you put your coat and bag away and start logging onto your laptop. That's when you hear your boss on his way to your desk and you can't help but internally roll your eyes. He isn't a bad guy or anything, he is in his fifties, grey hair, always wearing a suit and he treats you with respect and you appreciate him but whenever he would approach you it means a problem, like an advertisement going wrong or a complaint or a new major client and that means longer hours and staying in the office till midnight. Not that you mind considering there is nothing or no one to come back home to.

''Y/N'' he says as he finally reaches your desk. Looking up from your desk, you force a smile and reply ''Yes Mr. Odell what can I do for you?''. By his posture, you can tell he is in some kind of distress.

''Listen we have a potential new client and I want you to come to our first meeting with them'' he says excitedly and you question why he can't just bring his assistant. ''I can't bring Janet she is sick so I need you to get your things'' he explains and you log off your computer, take your coat and bag and follow him outside the building. It is quite chilly, so you are glad that you put a jacket over your blazer.

As the familiar buildings and streets fade into the distance, you try not to zone out like you usually would but these days your mind would often be preoccupied with daydreams or memories as if someone else was entirely in control of your thoughts.

''I have a meeting with a Mr. Pfister and Mr. Nutter'' he says absent-mindedly while looking into his calendar and talking about the company you are headed to. Snapping out of your thoughts, you nod and mumble ''Of course Mr. Odell'' before averting your gaze back to the window looking at the hectic city and people going on about their days. Your thoughts wander back to work and you try to think of a few possibilities to advertise their products, as that might not be as easy as you originally thought when agreeing on accompanying your boss.

The first thing you see as you walk into a large unfamiliar building, following your boss's steps,  is a front desk with some employees sitting there, it seems that this building is home to a few companies and different departments as they guide people into different parts of the building. You watch as your boss approaches the front desk,  ''Hello may I help you?'' a woman with blonde hair asks politely.

''Yes I have a meeting with Kineros Robotics'' he says and she looks at you, then him again, and points towards a sign. ''It's to your right just follow the signs'' she says and you notice how her facial expression changed from nice and friendly to cold and possibly scared? after your boss mentioned the company name. Reading people's expressions and understanding their underlying feelings, has always been something you are good at but you quickly shake the thought away and follow your boss.

As you walk down the corridor you see a young woman with long brown curled hair wearing a blouse with flower prints and a skirt run down the hall with a box in her hand, her heels echoing through the building. ''I'm sorry'' she mumbles hectic and nervous as she zooms past you and you give Mr. Odell a questioning expression before reaching the department.

''I'm so sorry there was a bad accident on the 101'' you hear the woman say and then you hear a sound that sounds both so familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. The cane tapping. For a moment you freeze, knowing this isn't just any cane tap as you are so used to a certain redhead woman expressing her emotions partly through the very device that helps her keep her balance. Despite not having heard the sound in over a year, you know exactly who must be on the other end of the hallway.

Temporarily you freeze, thinking maybe her leaving you and breaking things off with you, has ultimately clouded your senses and affected your brain and maybe you are imagining everything. After all the rational part of yourself, is trying to remind you that there is no explanation right now as to why she would be here of all places.

However, the next thing you hear is a clear confirmation that your brain is not tricking you, it's not your mind so clouded by her absence, she is here, the only thing keeping you from seeing each other is a wall and a few steps apart. As you hear a familiar voice your heart stops beating and your throat goes dry.

''Not as bad as the accident that brought you into the world'' that is all you heard and although her voice sounds more cold, harsh and raspy you are fully aware that Wilhemina is sitting at the end of that corridor. For a moment your body goes into a state of shock, your ears ringing, vision blurring, and your heart beating out of your chest.

Shortly after the girl what you assume now to be an assistant comes running back towards the corridor with tears in her eyes and her heels making the same clicking sound. She zooms past you and Mr. Odell again and all he says is ''Damn she seems feisty'' and you know it's aimed at Wilhemina and for a moment you debate whether to just turn around and pretend to be sick or needing to answer a phone call but you know you can't back out now, after all, you have missed seeing her for too long now.

All you wanna do is see her adorable orange hair, that you used to run your fingers through and untangle some knots after she had a long day, the dorky glasses that you sometimes made fun of, and beautiful pastel purple probably everywhere if this truly was her workplace after all. ''Come on'' your boss says, pulling you out of your thoughts yet again and you walk into the large room.

Eyes instantly wander to the source of purple in the room and the source of darkness in your heart and emptiness ever since she left but not only does your heart stop for a moment as you take a look at her, you blink a few times, now actually sure whether this is real or some kind of nightmare.

Wilhemina's hair is a much darker shape of red now and styled into a tall sharp quiff, no sign of her usual high ponytails anymore or the lighter and orange shape it used to be. You notice she doesn't wear glasses anymore and you are convinced her eyes look an even darker shape than before too. She is wearing a dress and it's also a very dark shade of purple with matching earrings. Even her makeup is darker, and as you see her sitting by her desk you can't deny how intimidating she seems, looking at some files, her cane resting on the desk right beside her. Even the cane is different now, it has a snake shape at the top and it's not the old plain one she used to have.

For a moment you believe you just walked right into your own personal nightmare, the funny, sometimes sassy, and beautiful girl you used to love now seems like a completely different and somewhat evil person. The Wilhemina you once loved and still have feelings for, as they never truly changed, seems gone and it seems like she was replaced by a new one, a colder version.

She would have never spoken to anyone like that or treated someone the way she just treated that girl that seems to be her assistant, by the looks of it. All the staring and observing Wilhemina happened in a matter of seconds although it feels like an eternity, everything is silent for a moment, all that is to be heard is your own heartbeat and the typing on Wilhemina's keyboard.

You watch as your boss approaches her and you follow him and finally, Wilhemina looks up noticing the presence of someone else in the room and her gaze is focused on him, so she hasn't seen you yet. He tries to shake her hand and says ''My name is Mr. Odell I have an appointment with Mr. Nutter and Mr. Pfister'' and she just looks at him and his hand with a slightly disgusted expression but she doesn't bother shaking his hand.

''Very well'' she says and takes a glance at you for a split second, noticing a second person in the room and her eyes wander back to her laptop thinking you are just some assistant but when she realizes who you are she immediately looks back over to you and she doesn't avert her gaze at first.

Wilhemina takes in your features for a moment, the sense of fashion, dressing smartly and formally but at the same time stunning as she always said, your hair, the improved makeup skills, and still the same details she always loved about you. She doesn't look into your eyes yet and you are interrupted when two men walk over.

One of them has brown hair and the other blonde hair and you try hard not to chuckle when you see them because they look hideous. ''Mr. Odell, nice to meet you'' they say and shake hands. ''This is Y/L/N maybe someone could show her around while we finalize the details?'' your boss suggests, taking you by surprise, and one of the two turns to Wilhemina and says ''Miss Venable would you give this beautiful lady a tour please''.

For a split second, you are convinced, she is about to kill him but you aren't sure if it's about the tour or compliment. ''Of course'' she mumbles and your boss and the two men leave and you are left there with your ex-girlfriend and awkward silence filling the room. You haven't looked up or into her eyes yet and it terrifies you, she terrifies you.

Wilhemina has no idea what to do or how to react after not seeing you for two years and the last time she did she walked out of your life and your relationship. The redhead looks at you and without looking into your eyes yet she knows the pain, she can see it and she can tell this is killing you inside, the last thing she ever wanted was to cause you pain.

You take a deep breath with your eyes closed and turn to Wilhemina and your eyes instantly lock and you look into her dark brown eyes and not leave her gaze for one moment. She takes a few slow steps towards you, her cane hitting the floor, and with every tap and echo in the room, it feels like your heart is ripped into more pieces and your past is here confronting you right at this moment.

''Mina'' is everything you can say but it comes out as a whisper while your voice cracks. Your ex-girlfriend's eyes close right away because she has missed hearing you call her that for the past two years but as she opens her eyes she reminds herself internally, who she is and that she is currently at her workplace.

''Follow me'' she instructs and you follow her while she walks down a corridor and into a room with big machines. While you follow her you can't understand what would have happened to her to turn into this cold-hearted person. She used to be the sweetest and kindest person you knew but clearly, something has changed. You cannot take your eyes off her and as she walks you into the room with machines, she explains about the work they do here and how they do it and as much as you try to focus and look at the things she shows you, you can't and Wilhemina notices.

''Do I bore you?'' she suddenly snaps in that cold voice again, her nostrils flaring and your heart feels like a knife was just thrown right into it. ''I'm sorr- sorry I-'' but you can't even think of a good enough excuse so you just look at the floor and try hard to keep your emotions at bay.

''Anyways, these are the machines and devices we use, whenever someone places a custom order we make sure to fulfill that order as efficient and quick as possible'' Wilhemina explains her voice still stern, sounding like she has given this tour so many times, she has memorized every single word.

However, you do notice her looking at you the entire time she explains and it seems like she wants you to say something but there are too many things that you want and wanted to say to her for years but you never imagined one day you would run into her like this. For several minutes the two of you stand in the rooms with machines, Wilhemina explaining and you trying hard to focus on her words intently.

''Y/N'' you hear the voice of your boss coming from the door, the two strange-looking men behind him, and you look at him, noticing the satisfied looks on their faces, indicating the deal worked well, and he says ''I'm finished, thank you, Miss, for giving her the tour'' he adds now focused on Wilhemina. ''Let's go'' he says and you walk in his direction without looking back at her and just as you are about to walk out of the door you look at her and say ''Thank you'' and then you walk out.

As you walk out of the large office building, back through the same long corridor, and past the front desk, you can't hear anything your boss is trying to say and the entire car ride back to the office you try and wrap your head around what just happened, abandoning every single word Mr. Odell is saying.

''This didn't happen wake up Y/N wake-up Y/N'' you keep repeating in your head but it's no use this is no nightmare this is reality.

[the-rad-pineapple]

i want u

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Supernatural oneshot: After they found a way to get Cas back from the Empty, things go back to normal between Dean and Cas. Dean thinks he made up the whole love confession thing. It was exactly what he wants to hear. Plus, he’s re-written his own memories before like when he lost Cas in Purgatory all those years ago. It totally makes sense he’d make up a love confession to cope with Cas leaving him again. Dean’s suspicions are confirmed when Cas comes back and doesn’t say anything about it to Dean. And things go back to normal as if it never happened. Because it didn’t.

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I’ve been writing angsty stuff for my current WIP, but then I had an angsty day and needed something sweet. I hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading!

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Today is one of the best days ever. Sam married Eileen. Dean cried. Multiple times. He ate too much at the reception and got a little tipsy. His best man speech rocked, though. Sam and Eileen left ages ago. They’re having their honeymoon in California. Dean can’t be happier. Everyone left a couple hours after them. The last people to leave were Jody, Claire, Kaia, and Jack.

Now Dean and Cas are sitting against the empty wall of the dirty dance floor. Music is still playing, and it echoes across the empty room, making the moment feel ethereal. Miscellaneous wedding decorations and napkins litter the floor. A lone broken high heel lays near the edge of the dance floor. Dean takes a swig of a champaign bottle and passes it to Cas. Cas doesn’t have his shoes on for some reason. He said it was easier to dance without them or something. He takes a drink from the champaign bottle. His white dress shirt is unbuttoned a few buttons on the top. His suit jacket disappeared hours ago. His hair is messy. He looks so good as a human. Cas hands the bottle back to Dean.

Dean takes it and stares at the empty floor in front of them. “This is the best day ever,” Dean decides. He takes a drink and hands the bottle back to Cas.

Cas hums. “It is one of the best I’ve ever had,” he agrees and takes a long drink.

“Mmhmm.” Dean leans his head against the wall and stares at Cas. The singular white light in the center of the ceiling casts long shadows on Cas’ face, making his face full of dark, sharp angles. It reminds Dean of the Cas he met in a barn over a decade ago. Dean lets the nostalgia wash over him as he stares at his best friend. Cas takes another drink from the champaign bottle and swallows. It’s really distracting, especially when Cas has his shirt unbuttoned like that.

After they found a way to get Cas back from the Empty, things went back to normal between them. Dean thinks he made up the whole love confession thing. It was exactly what he wants to hear. Plus, he’s re-written his own memories before like when he lost Cas in Purgatory all those years ago. It totally makes sense he’d make up a love confession to cope with Cas leaving him again. Dean’s suspicions were confirmed when Cas came back and didn’t say anything about it to Dean. And things went back to normal as if it never happened. Because it didn’t.

And Dean doesn’t really care. It hurt at first, but that was eclipsed by the ecstasy of having Cas back. He’ll take Cas in any way he can get. Angel. Human. Friend. Lover. Anything. Just as long as Cas is here and safe.

Cas hands the bottle back to Dean. Dean finishes it and sets the empty bottle down beside him. They don’t really have a reason to stay here anymore. It’s also getting late. And Dean is tired. They should go back to their hotel. Jody booked everyone a room at the hotel nearby as a wedding gift.

“I don’t want to move,” Cas says.

Dean chuckles. “Me neither.”

A comfortable silence lapses between them. The music is still playing. Dean closes his eyes.

“Dean.”

“Mmm,” Dean answers.

“I don’t want to move, but I also don’t want to sleep here.”

Dean sighs. “Yeah, yeah.” He opens his eyes and looks at Cas again. Cas is staring at him. Dean smiles. “What?”

Cas’ smile turns sad. “Nothing.” He looks away. “I suppose we should stand up now.”

“I suppose.”

Cas sighs and tugs his shoes forward. He slowly puts them on and ties them. Dean watches. Cas’ hands work carefully and precisely. Cas’ hands look soft. He finally stands up and looks down at Dean. He offers Dean a hand. Dean grabs it and stands up. Cas releases Dean’s hand, and Dean wishes he didn’t. Dean doesn’t want this moment to end. He likes being near Cas, and he knows once they get to the hotel, they’ll separate. It’s clingy as shit, but it’s how Dean feels. And he can’t do anything about that, can he?

He used to shove down those thoughts and feelings like they were something toxic. But, over time, he stopped doing that. He’s not exactly sure why. Maybe he’s just getting more comfortable with himself. Maybe he just doesn’t care enough to push them away. Maybe he’s just getting old. Maybe it’s all of those things. Dean doesn’t really know. And he doesn’t really care.

Cas smiles sadly at him again and turns away. Cas does that a lot now. Smile sad. He’s done it ever since he got back from the Empty. Dean thinks Cas misses being an angel.

Dean follows Cas down the short hallway and out into the parking lot. The Impala is the only car left. The summer air is warm and humid. The stars twinkle above them. Dean reaches into his pocket and grabs his keys, already missing today. It was so blissful and happy. Dean’s still adjusting to not feeling completely shitty all the time, let alone happy. It’s nice but also kind of weird.

They both head over to the Impala, and Dean unlocks it. They get inside. Dean turns the radio on to a low volume. The streets are practically empty, and the drive back to the hotel is relaxing. He also enjoys Cas’ presence, even if they’re both too tired to say anything. Just being around Cas makes Dean content.

They pull into the hotel parking lot and get back outside. The night air is peaceful, and Dean stands for a moment to feel it. He’s happy. Really happy. And so is Sam. They somehow did it. Part of Dean is convinced this must be a dream or something.

“Dean?”

Dean turns to look. Cas is standing in front of him, the lights from the hotel outline him. He’s so pretty. “Sorry,” Dean says. “Just don’t want this day to end, you know?”

Cas smiles. This time it isn’t sad. “Me neither.”

An idea pops into Dean’s head. “Wanna watch a movie in my room? We got the fancy tv’s here.”

Cas’ smile grows. “I would like that.”

Dean smiles back. “Awesome.”

----

Dean picks the first action movie he sees. He and Cas are sitting on his bed. Their shoulders are touching. It would take barely any effort for Dean to rest his head on Cas’ shoulder. He doesn’t.

Not even halfway through the movie, Cas starts to fall asleep. It’s selfish, but Dean doesn’t wake him up. He’ll take as many moments as he can with Cas. Besides, Dean will wake him up once the movie is over. But Dean doesn’t count on drifting off himself.

“Dean.”

Dean jerks awake, immediately on alert. He doesn’t have a gun on him, and he goes rigid.

“Dean,” Cas says again, gently.

Dean blinks and blows out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Oh, that’s right. They’re fine. They’re in a hotel. Sam got fucking married today.

Cas continues, “I think we missed the movie.”

Dean chuckles and looks over to him. “Yeah, I think so.”

Cas looks sleepy. His eyes are half open and his hair somehow got messier. His clothes are wrinkled, and he has a dazed smile on his face. He’s gorgeous.

Dean smiles. “You can stay here if you want, sleepyhead.”

Cas lifts his head up from where it was resting against the wall. “I don’t want to intrude.”

“You’re not. You never are.”

Cas smiles at him again. But it’s one of the sad ones. “Thank you, Dean.”

“You’re welcome.” They stare at each other. The longer it gets, the more awkward it is, but Dean can’t look away. To break the silence, he says, “I can take the couch.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know.”

They stare at each other again, but Dean is too tired to care. He closes his eyes.

A few moments pass before Cas says, “We can share the bed if you’re comfortable with that.”

Dean cracks his eyes open. “Yeah, okay.” He ignores how his heart jumps in excitement. They’re not even going to do anything, and he’s elated. Dean kicks off his shoes and automatically starts unbuckling his pants and freezes. “Is it okay if I don’t have pants on?” He glances at Cas.

Cas is already halfway under the covers. His eyes flick over Dean’s body. It’s so fast that Dean thinks he makes it up. “Yes, that’s fine,” Cas answers.

The mental image of Cas checking him out—real or not—makes Dean blush, and he quickly looks away and finishes taking his pants off. He shuts down every dirty thought he gets in the process; it’s easier than it usually is since he’s so damn tired.

Dean turns to Cas, and Cas is definitely staring at his bare legs this time. “Can I turn the light off?” Dean asks.

Cas’ eyes snap up to meet Dean’s. “Um, yes.” His cheeks turn pink.

Dean stares for a second and then realizes he’s probably making things worse by staring and quickly looks away at the lamp on his bedside table. He hits the switch and slides underneath the covers. He can feel Cas’ body heat next to him and forgets how to breathe. The temptation of having the one thing he wants most in the universe right next to him is too much. He’s tense and as close to the edge of the bed as he can be without falling off. Dean is wide awake now. He doubts he’ll get a wink of sleep.

Cas shifts beside him, and Dean nearly jumps out of his skin. Thankfully, Cas doesn’t seem to notice. Cas’ breathing evens out. Dean closes his eyes and focuses on the sound. He wants this so fucking bad it hurts. He squeezes his eyes shut harder when he feels the pin-prickle of tears forming. He won’t cry. Not on a good day like today. He spent way too many nights drinking and crying himself to sleep when he thought Cas was dead forever. He won’t do that when he has Cas literally right next to him. Dean swallows down the lump forming in his throat. As sleep tugs at his mind and consciousness begins to fade, he can’t help but think, I love you. I love you so fucking much. I think it’s killing me.

----

Dean wakes up, and he can’t remember where he is. He knows it isn’t the bunker. He feels a body next to him. He’s not even fully awake, and he can’t bring himself to remember who he’s in bed with. Damn. It’s been a while since he’s had a one-night stand. Loneliness stabs him in the chest, and he shifts towards the warmth of the person beside him. He reaches on arm out, and touches their back. He snakes a hand around their waist and pulls himself against them. Dean feels them begin to stir.

“Shh, go to sleep,” he murmurs.

That seems satisfactory, and they relax. They interlace their fingers with the hand Dean has draped over their waist. Dean pulls them closer. He’s so fucking needy and lonely. He wishes he was holding Cas. He pretends he is.

----

Dean’s pillow feels weird. It’s lumpy but soft. It’s very warm. It also smells like Cas. Which is also weird. Why does his pillow smell like Cas? Cas is dead. But, no. No. Cas is alive. He has been for months now. Dean just forgets when he wakes up sometimes.

Dean keeps his eyes closed as he rests. Any second he’s not fully awake is a good one. Dean then realizes his pillow has a heartbeat. Dean’s pillow might not be a pillow. He’s lying on someone. Someone who smells like Cas.

Dean’s heartrate spikes, and he jerks his head up.

Cas blinks up at him. “Are you alright?” Cas asks, his voice deep with sleep. Well, deeper than usual.

“Yes,” Dean says. “I just forgot you’re alive.”

Cas blinks again. “Oh.” He reaches up with one hand and cups Dean’s face. “Well, I’m alive.”

Dean smiles. “Yeah, I noticed.”

Cas smiles back. It’s the brightest smile Dean’s seen on him since he’s been back. But then it turns sad. Like it always does. Cas starts to pull his hand away, but Dean quickly grabs it. He’s not entirely sure what he’s doing; he’s still not even fully awake. Dean closes his eyes and leans further into Cas’ touch, keeping his hand on Cas’. He doesn’t want Cas to move away.

Cas’ breath hitches. “Dean,” he begins.

And Dean can tell by Cas’ tone that he is going to tell Dean to let go or something. Dean doesn’t want that. “Shh,” Dean says.

“Dean,” Cas says more firmly and tugs on his hand. Dean doesn’t let go. “Don’t do this.”

Dean opens his eyes. Cas’ smile is gone, and all the sadness has moved to his eyes. “Do what?” Dean asks.

“I know you’re doing this just because of what I told you before the Empty took me.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t feel obligated to…to sleep in the same bed as me or hold my hand like this just because I love you.”

“What?”

The hurt in Cas’ eyes throws Dean off so much that Cas manages to snatch his hand back.

Dean stares. Then swallows. “I thought I made that up,” Dean whispers.

“Made what up?”

“That you—that you…” Dean swallows again. Why is his mouth so dry? “That you lo—” His voice cracks. He furiously blinks back tears. “You said that, right?”

“You don’t remember?”

Dean shakes his head. “No, I do, I just…I thought I made that up. Because I—I want…” He licks his lips. “I want you.”

Cas stares at him with wide eyes.

Dean’s blood runs cold. “Wait, am I completely misinterpreting this, oh my god, Cas, I’m so sor—”

“You want me?” Cas is still staring. His eyes still wide with disbelief.

Dean’s already gone this far. There’s no turning back now. Might as well tell Cas everything. “You’re all I ever wanted.”

Cas shakes his head. “You’re just saying that.”

“Absolutely not!” Dean is just as surprised at his outburst as Cas is. He takes a deep breath before continuing, much calmer this time, “Cas, I have a hard time saying, ‘I love you’ to Sam. Why would I ever say that to you unless I completely mean it?”

“You didn’t say, ‘I love you,’” Cas tells him. “You said, ‘I want you.’ There’s a difference.”

That stubborn motherfucker. But Dean can be stubborn right back. This will show him! “Well, I love you. So there,” Dean states, staring at Cas to challenge him on that.

“Oh…” Cas’ gaze becomes distant.

“Yeah, not so fun being on the receiving end of a love confession, is it?”

Cas is unresponsive.

Uh, oh. Dean cups his face with one of his hands. “Cas, buddy, look at me.”

Cas’ eyes finally focus on Dean. “Y-yes?”

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

“Yes,” Cas repeats.

Dean leans in and gently presses his lips against Cas’. There’s a moment where neither of them move, as if what they’re doing isn’t real, but then Cas’ mouth opens up under Dean’s, and Dean moves in closer. He still has one hand on Cas’ face and moves it back to tangle in his hair. Dean allows himself to get lost in the kiss. It’s slow and gentle and even better than anything he dreamed a kiss could ever be. It’s all Cas, Cas, and more Cas, and Dean’s heart is soaring. He pulls back just far enough to whisper, “I love you so much.” before kissing Cas again, a little more desperately this time.

Dean isn’t quite sure how long they do this; kiss each other stupid with their bodies pressed into each other, but he treasures every second of it.

This day is somehow even better than yesterday. And, who knows? Tomorrow might even be better than today. But one thing Dean knows for sure is that they have all the time in the world, and he’s not going to waste a single minute.

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If you're still doing marcus requests... do you think you could write something where he just broke up with Teresa and is preparing to go to DC, and the reader is his best friend, but she tries to muster up the courage to confess that she loves him before he goes? Thank you 💕

AHhh this is so cute! Thanks for requesting this! <3

Stay

Marcus Pike x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: tiny bit of angst followed by fluff!

Love is a funny thing. 

It’s a funny thing simply because it can be so many things at once. It can be a warm slow growing feeling that begins as butterflies in your tummy before eventually moving it’s way into your heart. It can be an all at once feeling that seems to blow you off your feet. It can be a comforting feeling that reminds you of home and all the wonderful things that come with it. But it can also be sad. It can make your heart ache and your fingertips tingle. It can make your stomach roll in anxiousness, and make your mind run wild with all the different outcomes. But most of all, love is a powerful thing, able to make even the strongest man crumble beneath the weight of it all. 

Which is what happened to your best friend. 

You watched as Marcus experienced everything that love is, before the woman of his affections snatched it away when she realized her true feelings lied in another. While you were there as he cried on your shoulder and held you tightly in his arms as his grief ran out of him like a river, you couldn’t help the small sense of relief that washed over you. You too have experienced what Love is, except it was for the man who had cried in your arms, for the man you knew you could never have because he only saw you as his friend. 

You too knew that Love can be sad. 

You witnessed the awful ache that spread it;s tendrils through your chest when he told you he was leaving. You felt the way your stomach seemed to turn in on itself as you stood outside his door, ready to lay everything before him, no matter the outcome. Because you also knew all the good that Love can be, and that outweighed the bad, tenfold. And if there was even the slightest chance that Marcus could return the love you held for him, then you had to take that leap of faith.

You stood outside of Marcus’s apartment, wringing your hands together nervously as you built up the courage to knock on his door. It had been several weeks since Teresa had broken things off with Marcus, broken his heart. And now, he is leaving for DC, having told you the news over one of your weekly movie nights with empty Chinese takeout containers lying on the coffee table. You had held back your tears, shielded your crumbling heart as you hugged him and wished him the best. Because that;s what friends are supposed to do right? Encourage each other to pursue what’s best for them and what they want to do. Yet, as you hugged him and he hugged you back, you were unaware of the other heart breaking right across from yours. 

Marcus didn’t want to leave you. In fact he had hoped you would reduce his plan, ask him to stay so he had a reason too. Because, unbeknownst to you, Marcus had only pursued Theresa because he never thought he could have you. He hadn’t realized this until later, after he had been talking to you one night after the break up. But it seems even you didn’t want him around enough to ask him to stay. So he made the arrangements to go to DC, hoping time away from everything would help him forget. 

Marcus was actually packing the last of his bags when you took a deep breath and knocked firmly on his door. You shifted from one foot to the other anxiously as you waited for him to answer, and you felt your heart rate speed up as you heard his footsteps nearing the door. When the lock clicked and the door was pulled open to reveal the face of the man you loved, you felt a small if somewhat nervous smile come to your face. 

“Hey Marcus,” you greet quietly.

He beams at you, holding the door open wider to guide you into the apartment, “Hey, I didn’t expect you to come by,” he says, closing the door behind you and shoving his hands into his pockets as he looks around the mostly empty apartment, “I’m not really in the best spot to entertain right now,” he jokes.

You shake your head and send him a small smile, “You know I don’t care Marcus,” you say, “I just came by too…” you trail off, unsure of how to segway into what you want to tell him, “I wanted to see you again before you left,” you say finally, eyes falling to the floor. 

His eyes soften at your words, as if he himself had forgotten that he's moving across the country. He shifts on his feet for a moment before finally speaking again, “Why do I feel like that’s not the only reason you came all the way across town?”

You feel tears well up in your eyes at his words. Ever the FBI agent, trained to notice all the little things. Before you can stop yourself you launch yourself into Marcus, wrapping your arms around his middle and burrowing your face in his chest. Your tears soaking through the white t-shirt he’s wearing.

“Please don’t go, Marcus,” you beg quietly, voice wet with tears, “I don’t know what I’m going to do if you go.”

 After his momentary shock at your sudden actions, Marcus wraps his arms around you tightly, resting his head atop your own, your name falling from his lip, “I’ve already made the transfer...and all of my things have been moved down there. I can’t just-”

“I love you.”

Your voice is barely a whisper as the words slip past your lips, but Marcus hears them, and you feel his entire body tense, but you don’t move from your position in his arms. Instead you pull him tighter to you, afraid if you let go he’ll run away.

“That’s what I came here to tell you,” you admit, “I’ve felt like this for a while now but never said anything because I didn’t want to ruin what we had, and then you and Theresa -”

You hadn’t even been able to finish your sentence before Marcus was pulling you away from him, cradling your face in his hands and crashing his lips to yours. It didn’t take you long to respond, your body melting into his, as your hands rested on his wrists. Your tears seem to flow harder now, mixing together where your lips meet as you are bombarded with an onslaught of mixed emotions. Your lips move against his naturally, as if you both had done this a million times despite this being your first kiss. Marcus pulls away slowly after a few moments, both of you desperate for air. His hands stay where they are, his thumbs wiping at the tears on your cheeks, as your own hands fall to his chest. 

“Marcus? W-what, why did you-”

“I love you too,” he rasps, resting his forehead against your own, “I didn’t realize it then, but I love you so much, and I only used my relationship with Theresa as a way to try and smother my feelings for you.”

You pull back from him slightly, his hands falling from your face to rest on your hips instead, “Why didn’t you say anything?” you whisper, confusion tugging at your brows. 

He chuckles and shakes his head, “Same reason you didn’t,” he says, “Because I’d rather have you as a best friend than not have you at all.”

You smile at his words, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment before looking up at him, “Well I hope after that kiss we can be more than best friends now.”

Marcus lets out a laugh and nods, “I think I can agree to that,” he says quietly, his demeanor turning sheepish before he speaks again.

“Stay the night?” he asks, pressing a short kiss to your lips, “Please?”

You smile and return the kiss quickly before nuzzling your head into his chest again, “Of course, Marcus. And I hope you’ll call and cancel that transfer tomorrow.”

Marcus smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before resting his cheek against it once again, content to finally be holding you in his arms. 

 “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

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Hi my love! Saw your Smut Dialogue post and wanted to request! can i please have #93 with either Evans or one of his characters? you choose please! love you!! 😍🥰😘

MEL!!!! Thank you so much for this request, i love it. For me, this screamed Mr Freezy. I hope that’s okay. Also love you too🥺🥰

A/N: Lil message for everyone that has requested recently, i will get around to all of you, it just might take a while and i do apologise for the long wait, hopefully it’ll be worth it.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad or Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Prompt #93: “It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while i’m between your legs”

Pairing: Mr Freezy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Dub-Con oral, hair pulling, age gap (reader is 21 in this), swearing, slight daddy kink if you squint, vaginal fingering and a death threat. 18+ as always, you know the drill.

Word Count: 2,472

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @imissyourbattlecries go check them out💕

Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time

As you sit there, hands and legs tied, mouth covered with tape. You can almost swear that you see the end. This is it... this is how you die. 

In the back of some ice cream truck with no one but Mr Freezy to blame.

And now you’re starting to realise that calling him Mr Freezy is silly. But it’s only because you don’t know his real name.

God knows how much more time passes by before the truck doors swing open to reveal your captor. Smarter attire adorns his slim figure and his hair is tied back.

Not how he’s ever appeared to you before. No, usually he looks a lot scruffier. Clearly he’s made an effort today, could you be the reason why?

“Oh good, you’re awake” he chirps, stepping into the truck and slamming the doors shut behind him “now the real fun can begin” he rubs his hands together in excitement, the action only makes you shiver with the worst kind of anticipation. 

What does he have in store for you?

You mumble away, your mouth not moving an inch behind this tape but he hears your cries. He stands, towering above you, legs either side of your scared frame before dropping to his knees.

He grabs your face in one hand, squishing your cheeks whilst pointing with his other index finger “if i take this off, you better not fucking scream or i swear i’ll kill you, got it?”

The way you nod almost instantly, body trembling with fear has a smug smile plastering his face. He gets off on this.. sick bastard.

Once the tape is removed, you open your mouth. But not to scream.

“Why me? Why am i here?” your voice laced with the fear that he can smell on you. But that only spurs him on, if you really thought he’d stop once you showed just how scared you are then you were a fool.

“Why not you?” he retorts, hand still gripping your face but the grip isn’t as tight “see, the way i think of it is you should feel flattered. An older man like myself being interested in a pretty young thing like you” 

The tone in his voice, he seems too calm. Doesn’t he feel bad?

“Are you going to kill me?” the words that you never thought you’d speak yet here you are.

“I’ll spare you the brutal and agonising death if you do a couple things for me princess”

“And what makes you think that i’d do anything for you after how you’ve acted? What is wrong with you?” the snap in your voice, you’re beyond outraged with him. He always appeared so kind to you in the weeks leading up to this moment. Maybe this was why he was so nice, he wanted to suss you out, get close enough for you to trust him and then attack.

“Evidently a lot” he quips proudly with a sinister chuckle following before his hand moves from your face, dancing down your neck and eventually reaching your breasts.

The shirt you have on, showing just the right amount of cleavage for him to feast his hungry eyes on. He can hardly contain himself, biting his lip as a situation forms in his pants. 

You notice immediately. Your own eyes looking down to see his penis growing harder by the second and for some bizarre reason, you feel strangely turned on but still intimidated nonetheless.

“Omg” you feign disgust, trying your best to move back but you can’t, it’s a dead end.

“Now now princess, anyone would think you’d never seen a real cock before” 

“Huh? Did the cat get your tongue?”

Silence before you shake your head. He can most likely smell your inexperience.

“Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone about this, i promise” even your best bargaining voice won’t cut it, he doesn’t seem like he’s budging.

“You really think your the first stuck up bitch to try and trick me? I admire your efforts sweetness but that’ll be a no” 

Fuck. 

“What are you going to do to me?” 

He doesn’t answer, just leans in, his breath that reeks of cigarettes fans your face and soon enough his lips touch your cheek. A chaste kiss is pressed and you flinch.

“What’s wrong sweetness, not enjoying this?” his low and raspy chuckle has your eyes widening.

There it is, that evil laugh again. He is totally getting off on your discomfort and it’s sickening. But why is there a pool starting to develop in your cotton panties? You’ll never know.

“Okay. What about this?”

His lips lower to your neck and more than just a peck is placed as his lips press numerous open mouthed kisses to your skin, finding your sweet spot so easily and before you can stop it, a soft and breathy moan escapes. You feel betrayed by your own body. Why does this have to feel so good? Why does HE have to make you feel so good?

“There she is, the girl i knew you were. You enjoying this sweetness?” his kisses get sloppier as he makes his way to your collarbone, nipping ever so slightly to add to the build up. The build up for what exactly? You have no idea.

“Take it off” he instructs, pulling away and tugging at your shirt

“What? No. No way” you insist, trying your best to slam your ground but he shoots you a look that if the possibility was there, it would burn you to ashes. A fist punches at the cupboard door at the side of your head, scaring you even more and now it’s abundantly clear, he isn’t to be messed with.

So you do exactly as you’re told. You don’t want to anger him by making him tell you again. Once it’s off, you fold your arms across your body in shame of how you look but he soon yanks them away.

“No need to feel ashamed sweetness. Take it all off, bra first” he smiles and in this moment as you reach behind to unclasp your bra, you swear you can see a nice side to him. He soon cancels it out though, hurrying the process up by taking the bra off for you and discarding it behind him. You then make quick work of your leggings, tugging them down your legs to which he finishes the job before taking your panties off for you in seconds.

And now your naked body is exposed for him to have his filthy way with.

“Please, don’t hurt me. Let me go” pathetic attempt number 2 and he’s no less stubborn as he was a few minutes ago. If he wants you then he’s going to get you, no matter what.

You belong to him now. Just like all of the other girls he’s done this to.

“Again sweetness, you can’t fool me. I can smell your arousal from here, bet if i spread these legs i’d find...” he pauses, slotting his knee between them, spreading them and now your arousal is on show “oh and what do we have here, looks like a soaking wet cunt to me, now try and tell me you don’t want this” you look away out of embarrassment.

Your body really has betrayed you today.

“Mhm, almost looks good enough to eat” 

Did he just say what you think he said?

Most likely. But you’ve never had a guy eat you out and you most certainly don’t want the first time being with him.

His hands graze over your body before he tugs you closer by your legs. His hands wrap around your thighs once he lowers his face so he can slowly kiss the inside of them, making you squirm in his arms. Partly from trying to escape.

“Someone’s needy huh?” he mocks

However, he’s right though, you need it so desperately but to beg him for anything would be the worst thing you could ever do, so instead you watch him work at your inner thighs, nearing closer to your sex as you wriggle and writhe like crazy.

He’s so close yet so far and you can almost taste the pleasure when his mouth shocks you by attacking your folds with his tongue. 

At first you try to pull away, trying your best to act like you don’t want it. But he just holds onto you harder, devouring you like an animal.

“Stop fucking moving” he growls as he starts to suck on your bundle of nerves, biting a little too to get you to listen.

“If you don’t want me to move then maybe that’s a sign that you should leave me alone” you scoff, irritated yet all the more aroused.

“And what if i don’t want to? Huh, you gonna hurt me? Don’t threaten me with a good time sweetness”

His tongue movements have you so agonisingly close to letting go, he’s working you out like he already knows all of your weak spots.

But you can’t let him just take what he wants, thinking that you’re easy. Which is how you’ll feel once you let that guard down. Once you allow yourself to enjoy this.

His eyes meet yours and you watch him go to work on you like you’re his final meal before death and boy is it a meal he’s enjoying.

Your stubbornness is swallowing you little by little and you feel so close to seeing stars. Fingers delve into your wetness, circling your tight hole before 3 are added one by one. Time is left in between each to give you room to adjust, how chivalrous of him.

All 3 drag along your walls, curling as they press against that spongy spot within you, your done for if he keeps this up and he’ll know you’re enjoying it. 

The finger to tongue game ratio has your back starting to arch, your head scraping along the cupboards behind you and the handle digging into your now fully arched back.

“Come on sweetness, let go for me. I know you want this too”

Hips buck up into his mouth as all control ceases to exist inside of you. Now all that’s left is a huge need to cum. Your hands reach down to where his head rests and your delicate fingers find their way into his long brown locks. You start to tug on them a little which makes him hiss from pleasure, since this man totally strikes you as someone with a high pain tolerance.

The noises he’s eliciting from you are sinful to say the least, loud and borderline pornographic which earn you grunts of appreciation from him.

“Fuck, just like that. Squeeze these fingers”

and

“Such a tight fucking cunt”

So you do exactly that, sweat droplets forming on your head as the knot in your stomach tightens. You already know that there’s no going back now, what’s done is done and an earth shattering orgasm is about to consume you.

Fingers grip tighter onto the roots of his hair “oh god, fuck. I’m gonna cum” you mewl frantically.

And before you can even stop it, his fingers pick up, getting quicker and his plump pink lips wrap around your clit, sucking like his life depends on it and flicking his tongue over it occasionally.

“Need that cum sweetness, give it to me” his words of encouragement suddenly have the atmosphere changing, your body feels heavy, the knot feels just about ready to break apart and this space in the back of his ice cream truck feels even smaller than it was previously.

In a cloudy haze of sexual desire, you pull so hard on his hair that he glares at you as he goes to town on your body.

“I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to hur-” you scramble to apologise, feeling awful for hurting a man that had no qualms in hurting you this morning when he took you but he just cuts you off.

“It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while i’m between your legs” 

So you let yourself tug again, making sure to not let up or loosen your grip and as you feel yourself getting closer, you use his hair and your moans to signal that to him whilst grinding your hips on his face in time with his tongue movements.

With one more suck to your clit, you come on a silent cry, he removes his fingers from your warm walls, replacing them with his tongue. You feel your clit pulsating under his thumb and you start to clench around nothing as your cum drips from your tiny hole and lands onto his tongue for him to swallow.

“S’sweet princess, s’fucking sweet” his final words before his face moves until it’s inches from yours.

He lowers his head, capturing your lips in a heated and bruising kiss, leaving you no choice but to pull him close. Arms wrap around his neck loosely as his tongue slips past your lips and into your mouth. You can taste yourself and that alone is enough to have you keening for more from him with your hands groping his bulge but he soon settles you down.

“Patience sweetness, patience. You gotta return the favour first”

Your brows furrow in confusion before he eventually explains.

“What? You didn’t seriously think i’d go down on you and then fuck you did you? I only did it to loosen you up. Now you’re gonna get on those knees like a good girl and suck this cock” he starts, undoing his belt then his pants before pushing them down, along with his boxers, releasing his cock for you “because, if you don’t sweetness, i’ll have to make you and we wouldn’t wanna ruin this good behaviour of yours, would we?” 

You shake your head again, moving to a kneeling position and taking his huge size into your small hand, pumping him a couple times before opening your mouth ready. He gathers your hair in his hands, lifting it up out of your face and tugging ever so slightly.

“Now it’s my turn to pull on your hair sweetness so don’t you hesitate, it’s time to show daddy what you got”

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[a-pretty-nerd]

Torture (Klaus Hargreeves x Fem!Reader)

Request: "I was wondering if u could do a KlausxFemale reader where Klaus needs to cum but Y/N wont let him as "torture" I thought this could be really fun."

A/N: Bruh, the Klaus fandom is wildin' I love this. If you like my work, don't be afraid to interact! I love hearing from you guys and getting requests! I also post original content on my Wattpad if you wanna check that out. And if you wanna support me further, I have a Patreon! 

Warnings: NSFW, dom/sub relationship, edging, etc.

Klaus had been particularly bad the last week. He was especially needy, both emotionally and sexually. Every night he craved your body and asked to bury himself deep inside you. One thing that always annoyed you about Klaus was his habit of forgetting your own sexual needs.

Sex was always a comfortable vice for Klaus, and sometimes his desire for you consumed him so much he forgot to check on you a little. Just a few unsatisfied or annoying nights. But tonight, you would have your revenge.

You see, you fully planned to edge him for hours on end. You dressed yourself just right, just to drive him wild with lust. To make sure he knew you were in charge. He looked you up and down, licking his lips as you watched lust wash over his expression.

"Is it my birthday?" He joked as he approached you. You sat on the bed, black leather straps decorating your bra covered breasts and thighs. Heels hugging your feet as you lifted your leg. You stopped Klaus dead in his tracks, placing the heel to his stomach. He looked down, bringing his hands to caress your ankle and calf. He slowly knelt down to the floor, kissing up your leg.

"What will I call you tonight, darling? My lady? Ma'am? Mistress?" He purred, reaching his hands up to your thighs. You hummed in thought.

"Call me whatever you like. Tonight isn't for me," you pressed your heeled foot against the growing bulge in his tight skinny jeans, "its for you." He let out a soft gasp as his hips thrusted up at your touch. He reached his hands back to better buck up for more friction. You let the needy man dry hump your foot before you brought the toe of the shoe lower, pressing against his twitching balls. He let out a sharp moan.

"Ohh fuck. You're not happy with me, are you?" He asked after a little while of painful teasing. You pressed a little harder, knowing it would hurt him just right. His jaw dropped.

"You've always been a fast learner, huh? You're right. I'm not happy with you. Can you guess why?" You asked, removing your foot from his cock, and pushing him to the floor. You stood over him, looking down as he palmed his bulge with his hand.

"I forgot to do the dishes?" He asked. You kicked away his hand.

"No."

"I ate the last-" you chuckled at him.

"No." He thought for a little, watching you press your shoe onto his chest.

"I've been extra needy lately?" He finally asked.

"See? I knew you'd get it."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so annoying." You knelt down, pressing your chest to his so he got an amazing view. You felt his aching bulge twitch against your clothed pussy.

"Its not that, that bothers me baby." You cooed. "You've been so wrapped up in your own head, you almost forgot about me." You started to grind yourself down on him. Making his breath hitch in his throat. "I thought I'd give you a little reminder." You whispered to him before pressing your lips to his. He held you close to him, kissing you back passionately and letting out sweet little moans as he did.

"I'm so sorry baby, I didn't mean to-"

"Shhhhh. I know you are. And heres how you're going to apologize to me." You took his hands and pressed them over his head. You kissed and bit down his neck, working back up to nibble on his ear. "You're gonna do what I tell you do, understand?"

"Yes mistress." He breathed.

"You're not gonna so much as move unless I say so. You're not gonna cum unless I say so. And you're gonna be a good boy for me now, right?" You purred in his ear. He nodded, stilling underneath you, balling his hands into fists. "Good. Now," you let go of his hands, turned and knelt over his face, "eat up." You ordered.

Klaus's eyes widened at the sight of your soaking wet pussy hovering over his face. He reached his hands up to press your ass closer to his face before he buried himself in your tight hole. You let out a surprised gasp as he wet tongue lapped at your swollen clit through the fabric of your panties. He made sinful noises as he ate you out, moaning as he bucked his hips up into your face.

You knew he was painfully hard by the way he groaned when you pressed your palm against his cock. You had no intentions of rewarding him now. You ran your fingers along the struggling length in his pants. It pulsed and twitched, precum soaking through the fabric. You took his balls in your hands and squeezed roughly. He let out a pained moan into your folds. He started to pant as he went back to eating you out.

Soaking your panties, desperate to make you cum. You felt him suck at your clit and flick it gently with his tongue before engulfing it again. You bit your bottom lip in an attempt to quiet yourself. You felt you orgasm approach, grinding your hips down against his tongue. His arms hooking around your legs to keep you anchored to him. Your legs started to shake as your first orgasm rushed over you. Making you grind harder and hard down on him.

You soon pulled yourself off, already a shamefully panting mess. You stood to pull your panties off, instructing him to take off his pants. His hard cock sprung free happily. It was a bright, angry red at the head. He was so hard for you, it hurt. He whined as he watched you kneel over his cock.

"Now, since you were such a good boy and made me cum, I'll give you a little treat. But remember, you can't cum yet, not until I say so, alright?"

"Yes mistress." He nodded, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt you sink onto him. His cock sliding in and filling you up perfectly. You still felt so sensitive from your last orgasm, you almost came again as he stretched you out so perfectly. Fuck he felt so good. And the way he moaned and gripped your thighs. Fuck, he made you weak.

You started bouncing on his cock, slowly, painfully slow. You watched his brow furrow, making him whine and pant. His nails gently dug into your flesh as he tried to urge you to fuck faster, harder. Unaware that a pace like that would be worse for him. His cock pressed up against your g-spot as you rode him, sending a flow of warm heat up your body. You moaned and soon you grew impatient. You needed to cum again. Your bouncing picked up, pounding your pussy onto his red, angry cock.

"Oh, oh, shit- ah- oh fuck!" He cried as you fucked him. He looked up at you, his eyes absolutely blown out in bliss as he begged. "Please, please, I wanna cum." He pleaded.

"Already? I'm not even close to being down with you." You growled, reaching a hand up to gently choke up. He let out a sweet gasp as you fucked him. Your second orgasm crashing into you, forcing a loud shout out of your lungs. You rode it out, slowly coming to a stop to feel him pulse inside you. "Fuck...what a good toy you're being for me." You told him, giving him another sloppy kiss. "This time, I think I'll let you fuck me." You told him. A light flickered in his eyes. You stood, bringing him to the bed where you bent over. You waved your soaking wet pussy at him, letting him come behind and rub his wet cock over your tight hole. You let out a loud moan with him as he push forward. His hands coming down to either side of your hips.

"Fuuuuuuuck. You- You feel so good." He purred before he started to trust. Starting at a good pace, not too fast and not too hard. You gripped the sheets as he fucked you. A third orgasm threatening to topple over again. "Shit. I'm close...I'm close...baby please. Please can I cum inside you?" You didn't respond at first, that third orgasm threatening to milk him dry. "Fuck! Please! Please! I need to cum! I need to! Ah! Ah! It hurts!" Suddenly he felt you push him back, forcing him to stumble back and away from you. Unable to keep his balance he toppled to the floor, sitting up just in time to watch you straddle him again.

You wrapped your arms around his head as you sank down on him. He held you tightly, trying to keep you close, trying to keep you from leaving him again.

"Hehe naughty boy, you almost came inside me didn't you?" You mocked him.

"Please let me cum. Please-fuck! Ah! Fuck It hurts, please! I need to cum." His eyes shut tight, holding you close to him as he buried his head on your shoulder. He bucked his hips up into you as you fucked one another. Finally, you gave in.

"M-Make me cum one more time and I just might-" he kissed you passionately before he threw his head back to the floor. His hips bucking up into you wildly, deeply. He grip keeping you on his cock as his feet kicked at the floor. He grounded his feet, pushing up with his thighs so deep. A few more hard, deep thrusts, you came around him. Letting out a sharp gasp.

"Y/N! Please!"

"Cum! Cum for me baby!" You told him, as soon as it left your lips, one last thrust drove his cock against your cervix. His cum flooding your willing pussy. He slowly began to relax as his orgasm raged on, making him twitch at times. He let out sweet and hopeless moans and curses. When he finally relaxed, you rested your head on his shoulder and kissed his cheek and neck. "Good boy."

"F-Fuck....babyyy..." he moaned.

"You did so good for me baby." You told him as he pushed back the sweat soaked hair that clung to his forehead. "You're such an amazing lover." You praised and held him tight to reassure him.

[anninhiliation]

Three is better than one

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Masterlist          Threeway Masterlist

Wordcount: 3k+ 

Under your little black dress, was a naughty little lace black set. Paired with sparkly silver open toe strappy heels, a high voluminous ponytail, and diamond stud earrings. You were out with the boys, promoting their new album at a club. You were part of the CNCO team, a fresh new intern, who was fortunate to get a hands-on learning experience. Drinks were on the house for the boys and the team, meaning you took full advantage. You needed a night of letting loose and pretending there was no tomorrow. After four shots of tequila and two mixed drinks, you felt the liquid courage running through your veins. You were on a cloud, of endless giggles and a slightly numb body. Gasolina suddenly blasted through the speakers of the club, pulling your body on the dancefloor. It was just one of those songs you couldn’t ignore, and you couldn’t sit still for. As you moved to the beat you had a sudden feeling like you were being watched, not that you really cared, knowing exactly who it was. 

This provoked you to sway your hips and move in a more seductive manner. The liquid courage pumping through your veins took over your body dictating your every move as a familiar pair of tattooed hands grabbed your waist. You tilted your head slightly letting the strong familiar cologne pierce your senses as you grinded down on his crotch. 

“Shawty that’s a dangerous game you’re playin’” Richard growled in your ear making you grin

You slowly turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck as you continued to sway to the beat. 

“Wanna see dangerous?” you smirked as you pressed a soft kiss on his R&B tattoo “I’ll show you dangerous Papi” you whispered in his ear as you gently tugged on his lobe

You’ve fucked Richard a few times before, so you know not to taunt and tease him too much unless you want bruises all over your ass. But tonight, you were feeling bold, like you could take control. Loosening yourself off of Richard you made your way over to Christopher who has also been watching you all night. 

“Hola Papi” you purred as you wrapped your arms around him toying with the ends of his hair 

Chris wrapped his hands around your waist, swaying to the beat and guiding your body with him.

“Hola, preciosa te estas divirtiendo?” Chris asked as his big brown eyes scanned your body, lingering on your cleavage and back up to your eyes

“Oh I’m having a great time” you smirked “but an after-party between us would be so much better”

You bit your lip looking him up and down, as your hands rested on his shoulders before moving down his torso. You seductively turned around keeping his hands on your waist. You watched Richard, as you grinded down on Chris. 

“Then why don’t we just go now nena?” Chris groaned as he placed soft kisses on your neck

Swaying your hips to the beat, and pressing your back on Chris’s chest.

“Because I’m not done here” you grinned 

Your bodies molded as one, as you reached back and held onto Chris’s hair. If looks could kill, Richard would have murdered you on the spot. His cold dark stare bore into your soul, as you stared back, silently challenging him. He knows you can get bratty at times, and loves putting you back in your place. But a club is too crowded to remind you who’s in charge and Chris is not going to let you go so easily. What Richard doesn’t know is that you and Chris have hooked up a few times in the past. You weren’t in a serious relationship with either boy, just hooking up with them during your lonely nights. The song soon ended and you squirmed out of Chris’s grip. You beelined to Zabdiel, who you have also previously hooked up with several times, pushed your way next to him and ordered another drink. Zabdiel looked down at you and smirked 

“nena necisitas más” he smirked as he watched the bartender hand you a drink

“Of course Papi” you giggled as you took a sip and inched closer to Zabdiel slightly arching your back, perking your breasts up.

Zabdiel and you moved to the dancefloor his hands guiding your hips to the beat. Chris and Richard’s attention was directly on you as you danced on Zabdiel. You locked eyes with Chris first as you took another sip of your drink and giggled. You looked over to Richard and could tell he’s had enough, but you still wanted to push more buttons. 

“Lets get out of here” you purred dying to know how the two other men would take it

As Zabdiel ordered an uber, you both made your way to the door with unknowingly Chris and Richard behind you. 

“Aye shawty where you going?” Richard called out as the cold air nipped your skin

“Back to the hotel with Zabdiel” you answered in an innocent tone still pushing his buttons loving how easy it was to make him jealous

“And what are Richard and I supposed to do nena?” Chris  growled as he inched towards you

His brown eyes were dilated in pure lust, sending a wave of arousal down between your legs. 

“Come with us then” you smirked 

Zabdiel shot you a look and so did Richard, as Chris grinned.

“Nena you filthy little girl” he chuckled “I don’t think you can handle all of us”

“Okay your loss” you taunted as the uber arrived “I guess I’ll go with Zabdiel since he’s better than both of you” 

You entered the uber and Richard and Chris piled in with you sending a shiver down your spine. You knew you hit the final button and were going to be in for a long night. Zabdiel sat in the front seat, with Chris and Richard by the window making you merciless to whatever they wanted. Chris’s hand gripped your thigh, slowly inching further up with every passing moment making your breathing hitch as you felt your arousal soak through your panties. As he came closer to your heat you crossed your legs trapping his hand between your thighs. 

“That’s not very fair Papi” you teased “Why should you get a head start?”

“Because nena” Chris growled in your ear “this pussy needs to get ready for us when we get you all alone” 

Your lip quivered as you slightly spread your legs knowing you were fighting a losing battle. Richard was quick to intervene gripping one of your thighs and pulling it closer to him making you quietly gasp.

“You better be good baby” Richard taunted “because bad girls will just get edged again and again, while we use that pretty little mouth of yours to get off”

Zabdiel started up a conversation with the driver noticing the games his bandmates were playing, completely distracting the driver to the sins happening in his back seat. Chris’s fingers teased your clothed folds, collecting your arousal and toying with your clit. You bit your bottom lip down as you clenched your hand around Richard’s wrist. Chris kept your other leg still, intertwining it with his as he pushed your panties to the side and slid two fingers inside you. He curled at your weakest spot as his thumb ran circles around your swollen clit. You shot a pleading look over to Chris, as you suppressed a moan. Your walls clenched around his fingers as the driver turned to the street of the hotel. The knot inside you shook as you pulled to the front door of the hotel, and Chris quickly pulled away, cleaning up his fingers with his mouth and grinned. 

“That’s what you get for saying Zabdiels better than me nena” he teased with a huge grin on his face before exiting the car

You were the last to leave the car and were rushed into the elevator by Richard. Your back was pressed against his chest as he wrapped an arm around your waist holding you tight. On the elevator, Richard kicked your legs open and slid two fingers inside your dripping wet mess. You moaned out as Zabdiel and Chris smirked at you. 

“You’re a naughty fucking slut baby” Richard taunted as he pumped harder and curled at the right spot making your walls flutter around him and your hand to dig into his bicep

“Richard!” you cried out as your thighs began to tremble, a knot beginning to tie in your lower abdomen as the elevator reached your floor

“Come on baby girl cum already” Richard growled as he marked your neck pushing you over the edge

The knot snapped and you moaned out as Richard rode you out waiting for you to finish as Zabdiel and Chris kept the elevator door open. You were still in a state of bliss as Richard scooped you up and carried you to Zabdiel’s room. He threw you on the bed as Zabdiel pulled you towards him. He nipped your neck as he pulled the zipper of your dress down. Zabdiel pushed the straps of the dress down as Chris crawled towards you and pulled the fabric down exposing your little black set.

“Nena, did you plan this out?” Chris grinned as Zabdiel wrapped his hand around your throat squeezing lightly as Chris’s fingers explored your body

Richard groaned watching you melt under both men as he palmed his bulge. He came closer to you and pulled your bra down, grabbing one of your hardened nipples and twisted the sensitive area.

“Shawty you were asked a question” Richard growled as you whimpered out “Did you plan this out?” his face ghosted over yours as Chris toyed with your clothed folds

You moaned harder as he applied more pressure to your hardened bud. 

“S- Somewhat” you whined “I didn’t think all of you would be down” you admitted as Chris pulled down your panties  

“Get on your knees nena” Zabdiel commanded as Richard and Chris moved away from you

You did as he asked, seeing a darkness in all their eyes that riled you up for what they had in mind. You watched, with a drooling mouth as three pairs of pants fell to the ground. 

“Since you wanna be greedy nena” Chris growled “you can please us first”

Three hard cocks hovered over your face, as you grabbed Richard and Chris first and hollowed your cheeks for Zabdiel. Your core pulsated as your arousal overflowed between your folds. You massaged all of them at the same pace as you let out a content moan. Richard grabbed your hair as Chris fondled your breasts. You pulled Zabdiel out and sunk Richard in. You massaged Zabdiel, teasing both his and Chris’s tips as your face pressed against Richard’s base.

“That’s it baby” Richard encouraged “choke on my cock like a good little girl” 

You moaned as the air depleted from your lungs, and your gag reflex kicked in. You pulled him out panting and quickly massaged Richard as you went over to Chris. His head rolled back as he let out a loud groan feeling your warm mouth wrapped around him. 

“Fuck nena” Chris growled 

You continued the pattern, pumping and bobbing your head quicker feeling them pulsate and twitch around your hands and inside you. The room filled with moans and groans as you worked your mouth as quickly as you could. You could tell they were all close, as you deep throated Zabidel one last time. Richard’s warm white juices spilled over your breasts, as Chris coated your face, and Zabdiel spilled down your throat. You were throbbing at this point, as Richard lifted you up and shoved you on the bed.

“Tell me, princess” Richard smirked, “Whose going where first?” 

“Chris in my pussy, Richard you can go in my mouth again and Zabdiel in my ass,” You answer as you straddle Chris 

Chris grabs your waist and sinks you down as Zabdiel spits on your smaller hole. Zabdiel inserts one finger inside you, and Richard slips inside your mouth. You moan around Richard sending vibrations around his shaft as Zabdiel inserts a second finger. You tug on Chris’s hair as the Ecuadorian rolls his hips at a faster pace hitting your weakest spot. 

“Fuck!” you cry out as Richard goes faster and A third finger slips inside you before your ready for a fourth

Your eyes roll back as Zabdiel slides his full member inside you. 

“So fucking tight amol” Zabdiel growled 

He let you adjust with a few slow thrusts before going faster than Chris pulling a louder moan out of you. They all began to try to make you moan louder, almost as if it was a competition of who could fuck you the best. Zabdiel’s hand wrapped around your throat squeezing lightly, as Richard tugged your hair, and Chris drew fast circles around your clit. You were sent to a cloud, as your walls fluttered around them.

“Already gonna cum nena?” Zabdiel growled as he slapped your ass, again and again, making you clench around Zabdiel and Chris with each smack

“So naughty nena” Chris taunted as you felt Richard twitch inside you

“Fuck baby cum for us, I wanna see how pretty you look cumming with a cock down your throat” Richard teased 

You couldn’t hold back any longer and came over Chris and Zabdiel. Your back arched as you scratched down Christopher’s arm. The three men rode you out, for as long as they could slowly losing the rhythm of their thrusts. They all came one after the other, with Christopher filling you up on one end and Zabdiel on the other. Richard released inside your mouth and slowly pulled out as did the others.

“Swallow baby” Richard commanded

You gave him your most innocent look as you swallowed his full load, and licked your lips. 

“That was so good Papi” you purred and yelped as Richard lifted you up off of Chris and slammed you down. 

“Fuck baby that mouth of yours is amazing but this fucking pussy? Damn” Richard groaned

Chris quickly rolled over and slid behind you as Zabdiel thrusted inside your mouth. His tip hit the back of your throat as Richard and Chris were relentless in hitting your weakest spot. 

“Fuck nena you’re so fucking tight” Chris growled as his nipped your shoulder leaving his marks on your soft skin

Your eyes rolled back, the filthy things being said to you riled you up more as you cried out

“Papi!” not really directed towards anyone but finding words to cry out became more and more difficult

It wasn’t long, from the merciless thrusts that you were clenching around Richard and Chris. Vile noises came from you as both men fucked the cum deeper inside you, only riling you up more. Tears streamed down your face as Zabdiel pressed his base against your face, and let out a loud groan. 

“Fuck nena you’re so pretty choking on my cock like that” Zabdiel growled as he wiped your tears away

You whined around him as you began to gag and choke, squeezing his girth tighter and tighter. The knot quickly snapped and your thighs shook violently making everyone else slip off their own edges. Richard added another load inside your pussy and Chris filled more of your asshole. Zabdiel pulled out and came over your tits, letting you lick up the last few drops. Zabdiel laid down, pulling you on top of him, positioning you on all fours. Chris grabbed your hair, making a makeshift ponytail as he toyed with your lips with his tip. You stuck your tongue out, moaning as Chris smacked his member against your warm pink surface before slamming in. Richard rammed inside you the same time Chris did making your eyes roll to the back of your skull as you let out the loudest moan you’ve ever made. Richard smacked your ass as one hand held your hip. Zabdiel rolled your hardened nipples as he nipped your neck. You were growing sore as you felt another orgasm begin to build up inside you. 

“Nena you’re close already?” Zabdiel grinned “you filthy slut”

You whined out at Zabdiels works, making your thighs tremble as you tried to hold it in for as long as possible. Richard’s hand came crashing down, as he hissed

“Cum already shawty, Jesus Christ” 

Your knot fell apart as juices flew out of you spilling over Zabdiel. 

“Fuck” Zabdiel growled feeling your juices land on him

He came right after you, filling you to the brim as Richard came next and then Chris.

“Fuck nena you think you can squirt again?” Chris grinned “I wanna see how many times that slutty little pussy of yours can squirt until you physically can’t take it anymore” 

Your lip quivered as you realized you were in for a long night and maybe chewed off more than you could handle. But nevertheless, you were excited to find out your exact limit.

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For @cncopmhoe, @cncobaby222, and the anon who said “Richard zabdiel and Chris can definitely dominate me any day I don’t know what it is it’s something about that trio that gets me riled up🥵” to which Brenda said “let’s pretend you’re all friends and decide to go clubbing. now plot twist, you’ve secretly been fucking all three but after a few too many drinks and dirty dancing at the club. the four of you stumble into your hotel room, clothes flying everywhere and hands all over your body. they all compete against each other, trying to prove who knows your body best. you go round after round until you’re too fucked out to leave the bed. needless to say, that wasn’t the last time something like that happens”

(October 30th 2019.)

Thank you for being so patient I hope you enjoyed 🥰

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Synopsis: Requested by @lazyfiresuitcasehero ! When you had began developing feelings for Bakugo/Kirishima you found it difficult to express your feelings for them, so you wrote letters to yourself to figure them out...

Genre: Fluff!

A/N to requester: THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST! You’re so kind I hope you have an amazing day and enjoy this headcanon! x

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this request! They are open and I’ll get to them ASAP! Thank you guys for being so patient with me! KITHES!

Bakugo:

• When you had seen the blasty Pomeranian Bakugo, you were automatically swooning

• Honestly you were the only person he wasn’t always so aggressive towards

• That only fueled your attraction more

• You sat with him on the couch - while he yelled at a frantic Deku you laughed softly

• When Deku had walked away you turned to Bakugo, who gave you a small smile, while you did so back

“Y-you uh...”

• You just had to spit out your feelings while you were alone! Come on y/n!

“Y/n? Something wrong?”

• scolding yourself was no help, your face was heating up - just tell him you think he’s cute or that his quirk is nice! Start a conversation!

“Your quirk think your cute.”

• He raised an eyebrow at you while your eyes widened - Y/N YOU IDIOT! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE ONE!

• Before you could see his reaction you dashed to your room and shut your door behind you

• You needed something to let your feelings out

• You looked at your pretty purple envelopes, and took a card and began writing

“Bakugo,

I wish you didn’t make me so nervous. This sound so cheesy and I’d blast myself before ever letting you read this... I wish you knew how much I liked you... I know everyone thinks you’re a little mean but you aren’t to me... I hope you continue to be amazing in every way possible and when you become the #1 hero, I’ll be there to support you endlessly - I’d never have it any other way. You push me to want to work harder, to be better and to stand my ground and for that I thank you, for helping me find strength. If only I could ever tell you this... maybe... I’d have a chance... Love, Y/n ♡

• You safely sealed it away in your class binder, no one would find it if you had it with you at all times, right?

✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿

• You walked into class sitting down and taking your things out to begin the day

• You flipped your binder open only to see

• The envelope, it’s missing...

“Hey what’s this?”

• You saw Bakugo walk in after him only for Denki to hand it to Bakugo saying it’s for him.

• You stomped over to Denki pounding on his back calling him an idiot while he cried saying sorry

• Bakugo finished the letter as you stopped and made eye contact with him

• The only thing you could do was scream and run out - seeing Uraraka you dragged her outside to which she yelped and walked with you regardless

“He knows I like him.”

“No!”

“Yes! He read a love letter I wrote for him that I was never going to give to him! Uraraka I need you to make me float all the way away from here!”

• Aizawa looked at you two and continued walking inside while you panicked and yelled that you need to move to the middle of Switzerland

• Bakugo bursted through the doors while Uraraka sighed and walking inside while you stayed put

• You avoided his gaze and he handed you the letter

“Uh... you dropped this...”

• You tried to take it back but he kept a grip on it - you looked at him only to see his cheeks a tiny tint of pink

“Maybe we could hang out sometimes... outside of the dorms.”

• Your eyes widened as your face turned red, like kirishima’s hair red.

“Y-yeah I’d like that..”

“Stop being so awkward around me! Look I like you too! Just go back to being an idiot...”

• You nodded still red and looking away again and walking inside

• You saw everyone’s faces pressed against the door

Denki: To celebrate this moment I’d like to sing a song...SHAWDY LIKE A MELODY IN MY HEAD-

Deku: I’ve never seen Kacchan so red!

Uraraka: Y/n living a Wattpad love story life

Kirishima:

• YOU’RE SO SHY!

• He thought you were so cute everytime he saw you writing something in little envelopes and quickly shutting them and placing them in a tiny red box

• But when he tried to talk to you it’s like you short circuited!

“Y/n! Hey! How are ya?!”

• You looked like you were going to explode, you sat at your rooms desk playing with the ends of your skirt and hiding your face behind your hair

“G-good. How are you?”

• He smiled at this and squatted down trying to catch a glimpse of your face, only for you to turn and your face being 10x’s more red if that was even humanly possible

“Well hi there y/n.”

• Yeah he killed you way to go Kirishima

• Your head flopped down and you were knocked out cold in your chair

• Kirishima chuckled and scratched the back of his head nervously before carefully placing you on your bed

• Kirishima walked over to your desk to pick your things up when he saw his name on a letter in the red box

• they actually all had his name

• He turned to make sure you were still knocked out before picking an envelope up and opening it

Kiri,

You talked to me again today, and I ran away... I didn’t mean to I just... I can’t talk to you! My heart goes 100 miles per hour and if you look at me anymore you’ll kill me... I wish I could hold you and tell you how proud I am of your progress, working with Fatgum seems to be making you learn more about becoming a professional hero and how to take action - I’m kind of jealous, how can you be so perfect? Love, y/n ♡

• He closes this envelope and picked up another one with a blush painting his cheeks

Kiri,

You did amazing at the sports festival! I’m so glad you’re okay and you fought like a man! I know you didn’t place but you still did amazing out there in my eyes! I was cheering for you and you smiled at me... I never want to forget that smile. Before I went against Uraraka, you came to reassure me I could win! You gave me hope and made me want to work harder! When you go pro, I’ll be here still cheering you on and maybe... maybe we can work together in the future.. Love, Y/n ♡

• Kirishima smiles and slipped the note in the back of his pocket before closing your red box and walking out of your room.

• When you woke up you noticed Kirishima was gone and screamed into your pillow

“I knocked out?! He probably thinks I’m crazy!”

• The next few days Kirishima spent trying to talk to you, and it worked thank god

• He got to know you and you got to know him, he found out what a crackhead you are

• On accident though he walked in when you were learning a new tiktok dance and he had seen you bust out doing a random dance because you didn’t get the original

• He walked with you to class and spent lunch with you, he’s peel your orange or open your drink for you when he brought it back

• And you didn’t know what cause this, but the more he did the more you wrote in your tiny red box

• and Kirishima, being nosey, read some of them

• When you walked in to him holding the red card you automatically felt the color drain from your face

“I can explain Kirishima.”

• His head snapped towards you and he set down the card

“I’m not mad! I shouldn’t have read it but - I like you too y/n! And I wish you could’ve told me all of this!”

• The color drained from your face while you picked the box up and chucked out of your window

“Ow! Oi! Who the hell threw that!”

• You yelped and shut the window before avoiding kirishima’s eyes, your hands behind your back you stepped towards him with your head down looking at your shoes

“It would’ve been easier if I told you right...”

“I’m glad I found out regardless.”

• He placed his hands on your shoulders and gave them a squeeze placing a small kiss on the top of your head

“I’ve got you from now on y/n.”

✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿

• Taking out bad guys had become a natural thing in your life - and being a pro hero meant you were in the spot light more

• As you grew older your shy persona grew away that’s to your boyfriend:

“Looks like Red Riot and (your hero name) took the win on this one!”

“The best hero couple!”

• You quickly flashed a smile and looked over at your now pro-hero boyfriend, he smiled and placed a kiss on the top of your head whispering in your ear-

“I’m glad to be working with my partner in crime.”

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five: I wanna be sedated

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warnings: contains swearing, mentions of guns, and extreme violence 

“Roz,” he murmured, stepping up to the side of her bed. “Fuck,” he whispered. “Look at ya. Ya look terrible.” 

Rosalind let out a breath, fighting her laugh off. “Thanks.” 

“I can’t believe this happened,” he mumbled, pulling a chair up beside the bed. “Who did it?” 

“I don’t know,” Rosalind shook her head. “Lots of people want me dead.” 

Rosalind spent the week, wracking her brain over ways to escape the situation with Mario. She couldn’t find a single way and it drove her insane, clenched fists and swear word insane. 

She felt that way toward everything and everyone. When Luca came over to her apartment, Rosalind felt the urge to hit him, so she did, punching him in the nose. Luca stumbled back against her bedroom door, holding his nose. Rosalind swung again, this time for his stomach but Luca grabbed her fist, pushing her backwards. 

“Fuck you!” Rosalind yelled, stumbling on her feet. 

“Fuck you!” Luca yelled, wiping his bloody nose on the back of his hand. “What’s your problem? I come in to get you out of bed and clock me?”

“I didn’t ask you to come here,” Rosalind seethed, feeling the anger bubble up inside of her again. “And I’m sure as fuck not going out tonight to sit around with you pathetic fuckers.”

“You listen to me,” Luca snapped, stepping towards her, hand wrapping around her throat. “I don’t care if you’re my boss or not. You put your fucking hands on me again and you’ll be wearing cement fucking shoes.” 

Luca let her go. Rosalind fell back on the floor, clutching her throat. She coughed, eyes squeezed shut. Luca shook his head, disappearing into the bathroom to grab a wash rag. 

“Get dressed. We’re going to Al’s,” Luca told her, heading for the door. “I’ll be in the car.” 

Rosalind picked herself up off the floor, wiping the tears from her eyes. It wasn’t that she respected Luca. They were blood, grew up together. She knew Luca would kill her, he meant his words, always. 

Rosalind didn’t own her words. Hardly ever. Most times her words were just words, no actions behind them. It didn’t take a genius to figure that out. 

It didn’t take Rosalind long to get ready. She pulled on clean clothes and brushed her teeth, deciding it was good enough. She adjusted her jeans, slipping her gun in the waistband. She put clutched her phone with her cigarettes and her lighter, stepping out of her apartment. 

Luca was waiting for her, as he’d said. He was halfway through a cigarette, Ramones on the radio. Rosalind slid into the car wordlessly, shifting in her seat. “Ready?” Luca asked, looking over at her. 

“Considering that I don’t want to fucking go,” Rosalind snapped.  “No, I’m not ready.”

Luca let out a sigh, putting the car in reverse. “Rosalind, I’m only telling you this because it’s been brought to me by... others.” 

“What?” She asked, eyes narrowing at him. 

“It might be a good idea to talk to someone,” Luca suggested, choosing his words carefully. “Your anger seems to have gotten bad again and-“

“I don’t need to talk to anyone,” Rosalind cut him off, shaking her head. “And the fact that you would even suggest that is-“ she cut off with a shaky laugh. 

“You’re acting out of anger always,” Luca shook his head. “I mean, you punched me in the face, for what?”

“You pissed me off,” Rosalind mumbled, sitting back in her seat, turning her head to look out the window. 

“Well even so, it’s the actions that follow the anger,” Luca explained. “A hot head isn’t a bad thing but when you get too hot you can say or do things you regret.”

“I’ll think about it,” Rosalind told him, though she knew she wouldn’t. “I haven’t had time to get to the gym. That’s where I work through it all.”

“I know,” Luca agreed. 

Rosalind lit her own cigarette, taking a slow drag. She relaxed against the seat, feeling grateful Luca dragged her out of the apartment. She’d go and have a few drinks, let her hair down. Maybe she’d find someone new to take home. 

As soon as they pulled into Al’s, though, Rosalind felt a surge of anxiety bubbling in her belly. The kind of existential dread she hadn’t felt in years. Rosalind shifted in her seat, looking out the window. “I don’t think I should go in there.” 

“Don’t fuck around,” Luca muttered, turning the car off. “Get out of the car.” 

Rosalind did, stepping out of the car. The gravel crunched under her boots. She felt another surge of the dread, as they walked toward the door of the bar. 

Luca pulled the door open for her and Rosalind stepped in, a breath escaping her lips at the atmosphere. The loud music made her heart race even harder. Luca nodded toward their table in the back and nudged her to walk. 

Rosalind pushed her way to their table, eyes darting around, unable to focus on a spot for too long. Finally, she slid into the booth, shoulders bumping into Maria’s. She exhaled, hands pushing through her hair. 

The Ramones began to play out of the speakers. Rosalind’s eyebrows furrowed as she looked around. Her mind began to race, the possibility that something bad was going to happen. 

“Everything alright?” Maria whispered into her ear, a warm hand on her thigh. 

“I gotta get out of here,” Rosalind shook her head, standing up. 

Rosalind pushed her way back through the crowd until she pushed the front doors open, stepping out into the fresh air. “Fuck,” she whispered, looking around. She was alone. 

Rosalind leaned against the building, pulling out a cigarette. She’d barely gotten her lighter out when the car pulled up, sleek and black with tinted windows. Instinctively, Rosalind reached behind, fingers wrapping around her gun but it wasn’t quick enough. Two shots, both in the stomach.

Rosalind fell forward, gasping at the blinding pain, her gun falling onto the concrete beside her. The club doors opened and there was Maria, by her side, hand on her back. 

“Roz,” she cried, pushing the hair from her eyes. “Fuck,” she mumbled, scrambling for her phone. “Fuck talk to me, Roz.” 

But Rosalind was losing it, vision going dark, the pain was too much. It was blinding, searing through her body in a way that made it so easy to closer her eyes. 

Just before Rosalind lost it, she could hear the voices of all her men. Luca, Jonny, Gio and Alonzo. In that moment, though, she pictured her alternate reality where Niall was pushing his fingers through her hair, lips on her neck, where she wasn’t bleeding out in front of a bar that Luca said was safe, where she wouldn’t be wondering if it was Niall who did this to her. 

In the time after Rosalind lost consciousness, the ambulance arrived. The paramedics pushed everyone away, giving Rosalind the air she’d been longing for. 

Rosalind was a fighter, unwilling to go out without a fight and just a little bit of drama. In the ambulance, her heart stopped twice, and her blood pressure dropped as the paramedics tried to stop her bleeding. 

//

Rosalind’s eyes fluttered open as she took a gasping breath. The tube down her throat sent her into shock, chocking. She had to close her stinging eyes. Just as fast as the feeling hit her, it went away. She opened her eyes to the nurse, her intubation tube in her hands and a bright smile on her face. 

“Ms. Civella, we are so glad to have you back,” the nurse murmured, adjusting her pillow. “Quite a scare you gave us.”

“Always the theatrics with this one,” Luca murmured from beside her. “You ever pull that heart stopping shit like that again, I’ll kill you myself.” 

Rosalind tried to smile but she felt so weak, eyes fluttering a bit. A hand slid into hers and she didn’t have to open her eyes to know it was maria’s ice cold fingers. 

“Rosalind don’t worry we’re gonna get the guys that fuckin did this. I’ll use my bare hands to kill those fuckers,” Alonzo said, a heat to his voice that Rosalind loved to hear. 

“Alright,” the nurse said, quieting the room. “Give her some quiet, would ya? She’s in lots of pain.” 

Rosalind found it in her to open her eyes again.  Her throat was too raw to talk. She wanted to scream though. She wanted to claw her way out of her body because it didn’t feel like hers anymore. It felt disgusting and gross with the stain of someone else’s sin. 

The days moved slow, a blur of blinding pain and a room full of people that were hellbent on talking up a storm. Rosalind listened to it, though, not quite ready to talk back to them. 

Only when the room emptied, did the nurse come in, her bright smile making Rosalind feel some type of way. She smoothed her blankets out and checked her vital signs. “Now it’s been nearly a week,” the nurse said. “Have you tried talking, yet? Are we sure the cat hasn’t got it?” 

“W-we’re sure,” Rosalind mumbled, voice scratchy. 

“Ah,” the nurse smiled, straightening up. “You’re secret’s safe for me just as long as I can share one with you.” 

“Okay,” Rosalind nodded, looking up at her. 

“There’s a man who’s been coming around,” She told Rosalind. “Dark hair, blue eyes and worry lines that look permanent.” 

Rosalind hummed, nodding, “we’re not supposed to see each other.” 

“Well I think you should see each other,” the nurse said. “Maybe tomorrow before your room fills up. It’ll be our secret.” 

Rosalind gave her a smile, eyes falling to her bedsheets. Visions of their last encounter replayed in her mind and it wasn’t good, they words they’d said. Rosalind didn’t mean it. 

She thinks if she really saw him, she’d tell him that. Rosalind would tell Niall that she’s sorry- really sorry this time and she’d give him anything he wanted. 

That felt like alternate realities, though. Rosalind turned the television up, shifting only slightly. She learned that movements too quick clenched her stomach in a way that made her feel like vomiting. 

The pain dulled with the drugs they’d given her. Just Tylenol, she said, adamant on not receiving anything that would fuck with her. It was painful and excruciating but Rosalind wanted it that way. 

“Every day the pain gets better little by little,” the nurse told her and Rosalind didn’t believe it. 

Mentally, Rosalind wasn’t okay. She replayed the events of that night over and over in her mind until tears pricked in her eyes. It didn’t make sense in her mind, the way she felt like something bad would happen. It shouldn’t have happened like that. 

The police came nearly everyday, asking Rosalind new questions, the same questions, and questions that didn’t make sense to her. They were saying it was just a drive by but drive by’s have a reason. Someone wanted her dead, and she’d find them and kill them herself. 

Nothing prepares Rosalind for what she felt laying eyes on Niall. It was early in the morning, Rosalind was barely awake when her door opened and shut quietly. Her eyelashes fluttered as she watched him. Her instinct was to cry but she didn’t.

“Roz,” he murmured, stepping up to the side of her bed. “Fuck,” he whispered. “Look at ya. Ya look terrible.” 

Rosalind let out a breath, fighting her laugh off. “Thanks.” 

“I can’t believe this happened,” he mumbled, pulling a chair up beside the bed. “Who did it?” 

“I don’t know,” Rosalind shook her head. “Lots of people want me dead.” 

Niall hummed, reaching out for her hand. “I wanted to come sooner. To see you. I just...” he trailed off. “Didn’t know if you wanted me to. If I should if we’d be caught if I did.” 

“So many ifs,” Rosalind commented, letting her eyes take in the sight of him, for real. His tired eyes and disheveled hair. 

In her alternate reality, it was Sunday morning. They were fighting over who would make breakfast this time. Niall thought it was her turn and Rosalind knew it was but she’d fight him on it until he offered to help her. And Rosalind knew they wouldn’t even make it out of bed before Niall peeled the layers from her skin to kiss her everywhere. 

“Did you hear me?” Niall asked, pulling her from her thoughts. 

“No,” Rosalind mumbled, rolling her head to look at him. 

“I said Sean has a letter for you. Should he bring it here or the shop?” 

“The shop,” Rosalind answered, not wanting to talk about business when her mind was full of things to say to him. “Luca’s acting right now. Till I’m better.” 

 “How long?” Niall asked.

“A month. Maybe more. Soon as the wounds heal I get to do PT,” she said, shrugging lamely. “Lots of waiting around.” 

 “When can you go home?” 

“Soon,” she murmured, looking up at him. “You gonna come see me at home?” 

Niall let out a hum, shrugging his shoulders. “Dunno if we’re like friends again.” 

“We’re always friends,” Rosalind told him, urgently. 

“I...” Niall trailed off, swallowing hard. “I don’t want to fight with you like we did before.” 

“I feel like you want more from me than I can give you,” Rosalind admitted, letting the words roll off her tongue despite how sour they were. 

“What just an ounce of kindness is out of your range?” Niall asked, eyebrows raising. There wasn’t heat in his voice but Rosalind wished there was. 

“If I’m nice to you, you’re going to fall in love with me,” Rosalind told him, voice quiet. “And I can’t have you falling in love with me. I’d have to kill you.” 

The irony almost swallowed Niall whole. He nodded his head slowly, not having it in him to argue with her words. Though, he was almost sure he was already in love with her, and he was one hundred percent sure he’d die of it anyways. 

Rosalind wasn’t in love with him, but she didn’t know what love was. She can’t recall a time in her life where she’s ever been in love but it always took her a while longer to catch on. 

“Well I’ll come visit you, then,” Niall finally decided. “As friends. No funny business, of course.” 

“Until I’m better,” Rosalind clarified, eyes shifting away from him. “If I’d known my last orgasm was my last orgasm I would’ve made it count for something.” 

“If only you’d know,” he agreed, shifting in his seat, checking his watch. “I should go.” 

Rosalind nodded, watching him stand up. Niall slid the chair back away from the bed, straightening up. “Call me when you come home. I’ll come over.” 

“Okay,” she murmured, the apology she wanted to give him on the tip of her tongue as she looked at him looking at her. “I’m sorry,” she told him. 

“It’s okay,” he shook his head. “I’m sorry too.” 

“I’m going to talk to someone,” Rosalind told him, fingers twisting into the sheets, eyes darting away from him. “About my anger.”

“Wow,” Niall murmured, almost astonished. “That’s good, Roz. Something to be proud of.”

But it felt like Rosalind’s weak spot. Saying she gets too angry, can’t even control herself let alone the people that work for her.  Rosalind nodded her head, though, looking up at him. 

Niall’s feet were glued to the floor, just staring at Rosalind. He couldn’t tear himself from her just yet. Rosalind’s tongue was heavy in her mouth with the weight of everything she wanted to say to him. 

Niall leaned toward her, brushing the hair from her eyes. Rosalind’s eyes fluttered at his touch, just the pads of his fingertips had her longing for more. “Hey Roz,” Niall said, voice crackling. He cleared his throat, not awaiting her response when he asked, “can I... can I kiss ya just-“ he sighed. “I missed you so much.” 

Rosalind nodded, looking up at him. Niall leaned down, tilting her chin up. He licked his lips, exhaling out of his nose before catching her lips in a gentle kiss. Rosalind whimpered against his lips, eyes slipping shut. 

The kiss was short lived, Niall pulling away to brush his thumb over her bottom lip. “Feel better, Roz, okay?” 

“Okay,” Roz mumbled, nodding. 

“If there’s anything you want me to.... take care of,” Niall told her, heading toward the door. “Let me know.” 

Rosalind nodded, watching him leave. The absence in the room beside her felt like it’d eat her alive. She closed her eyes, shifting in bed. She wished she told him everything when she and the chance. 

//

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You were lying down on your stomach on the bed, sighing heavily as your body shivered while your significant other lightly touched your back, running both hands across your smooth bare skin in steady, effective motions that was both relaxing and arousing to you.

It had been a particularly stressful day at work today and Hongjoong was more than ready to indulge you with his hands when you had asked him to.

You mewled at feeling his fingers glide along your ribcage, barely touching the curve of your breasts before returning to rub your back more. Hongjoong smirked at the unsteady rhythm of your breathing, taking his time to caress your lower back, causing your body to quiver even more at his warm touch.

You began to wonder why you was even wearing a towel over your butt when you didn't care how exposed you were at this point.

Your sticky juices seeped out of your heat, resulting from the teasing touch of Hongjoong, who was now grasping the back of your neck with a firm hold that didn't hurt but turned you on even more.

It was more than you could handle to feel his fingers curled around your spine.

Chills went through your body, followed by a desperate moan.

"Please..."

"Your body has been begging me long before you have. What is it that you're wanting, babygirl?" Hongjoong murmured huskily against the shell of your ear.

He ran a hand along the curve of your waist, the sensation prompted you to exhale a shaky breath.

"You.... Please..." You whimpered, feeling his hand slip beneath your towel to palm your ass hungrily.

Instinctively your hips bucked against his hand, desiring more of his touch.

He removed the towel that covered your ass, taking the time to run his fingertips across your curves which incited an intense fire to rush through your veins.

A breathy moan leaked from him, "You're so fucking needy for my touch and that is beautiful."

Hongjoong smacked your butt, making you gasp loudly.

"Oh... daddy please...." You moaned, raising yourself up and resting your weight upon your knees, Hongjoong moved up behind you, his clothed body pressed up against your hot, bare skin.

"Babygirl, you haven't told daddy what you want yet. Do you want me to taste your sweet pussy? Are you wanting daddy's cock?" His hands moved up your waist to your chest, cupping the softness of your breasts in his hands and pinching your nipples roughly.

A guttural noise escaped your lips, followed by another loud moan that came after he bit your neck at your sensitive collarbone, his soft lips and sharp teeth biting your skin made for an interesting contrast.

Your hips grinded into Hongjoong's crotch and you quickly found out that he had his bulge positioned right at your ass.

"Ahhh p-please I want your cock inside of me please..." You whined, sensing your walls wildly clenching around nothing.

"Lie down on your back." He commanded, moving you himself to where you was lying down, facing him.

His heated gaze traveled across your entire body, sweeping from your head to your slit.

Hongjoong slowly ran a finger from your entrance to your clit, prompting you to moan out his name.

"You're wanting my cock so bad, baby." He cooed, bringing his wet finger to your mouth, allowing you to suck your arousal off of him, cleaning his finger efficiently.

He undressed himself and you saw that he was hard for you, his cock erect and leaking precum.

Another moan escaped you at seeing him.

"Someone likes what they see." He gave you a cocky smirk, lining himself up between your legs.

"Please daddy," You whimpered desperately.

You watched Hongjoong with a lustful gaze as he roughly pushed himself inside your hot, needy core.

You cried out at being stretched and filled, your eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure when he began to snap his hips forward in swift strokes, bottoming out inside of you fully and nearly pulling out, only to slam back into you harder than before.

"Babygirl, the way you squeeze my cock is fucking perfect." Hongjoong growled, looking up and down your body in admiration.

You moaned in appreciation of his words and rough treatment, feeling your high approaching quickly with each sharp thrust of his hips into you.

The bed shook violently from his movements, though you hardly noticed, being completely wrapped up in the feeling of the ecstasy that was moving through your body.

Without any explanation Hongjoong moved your legs, bending your knees towards your chest and changing up your position in a way that clouded your thinking completely.

You could feel his cock directly hitting the growing knot within you at this angle.

"S-so good, feels so good, daddy!" You whimpered, overwhelmed with the sweet feelings circulating in your bloodstream.

"You're being so good for me, I can feel you cumming around me already." Hongjoong smirked wickedly, satisfied with how you was reacting to him.

He snaked a hand around your leg and dipped his fingers into your wet, sensitive folds, stimulating your clit while continuing to slam his hips into you, the sound of his skin making contact with your skin edged you closer to your climax.

"D-daddy, I'm gonna come...." You gasped sharply, your back arching slightly as you relished the feeling of his cock stimulating the sensitive nerves that were quickly coming undone.

"Cum, for me babygirl." Hongjoong ordered, holding back his own release to wait for you.

You screamed his name, your walls spasming violently around his cock and milking him for his cum.

You cried out again as Hongjoong prolonged your orgasm with his fingers and cock still stimulating you, the euphoric feeling this time being the most intense one you had ever felt.

"Do you want to be filled with daddy's cum, babygirl?" He asked urgently, nearly spilling over the edge.

"Y-yes, please daddy..." You panted, overstimulation had already set in but you enjoyed the feeling of it.

After another moment he came inside of you, sending warmth directly into your core.

You mewled softly at the sensation, your heat unwittingly tightening around his cock again.

"Your pussy doesn't want to let me go just yet, I think she wants another go." Hongjoong grinned mischievously.

You licked your lips quickly, uncertain how to respond as you felt your walls squeeze him again, your body answering for you.

[xmemeanonx]

*listening to friends and right here by chase atlantic* the angst you could come up with these songs are wonderful! And scary but like I was just getting inspiration for like yandere teenage damian and reader just having trouble with one another... In the most Wattpad fanfic way possible it was awesome (off topic but I have this odd version of older damian I could talk about him but I'm running out of words for Tumblr!!)

* Vietnam war flashbacks of when I wrote stupid shit on wattpad * Oof, sure why not! Please tell me your odd version of older Damian! I’d love to hear it! Enjoy, darling!

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Romantic! Yandere! Damian Wayne: possessive, stalker, obsessive, manipulative

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You have imagined what being in love would feel like. A warm, fuzzy feeling whenever you thought of person. Always thinking of them, especially in your darkest moments.

Being loved, an exciting thought that helps you fall asleep at night, yet inspires you to wake up in the morning.

You thought your life would be perfect when you met the one. But it has been anything but.

= = =

Your interactions with him leave you feeling cold and unwanted. Nothing you do ever seems to make him happy. You sometimes wonder if you’ll one day have to tear yourself apart to just see him smile.

You haven’t seen your friends in weeks. They’ve tried to talk and text you, but you just ignore them, hearing his voice ringing in your head,

“I don’t like your friends. Stop hanging out with them.”

You know that you shouldn’t listen to him, but you love him too much to risk the chance of his walking out on you too.

= = =

Lying on your bed, staring the ceiling above, admiring the cracks and water damage. You feel like it’s a metaphor for your life, broken, damaged, yet still trying to keep it together and not completely falling down.

You feel Damian shift beside you. This has been a common thing for the two of you. He’ll only ever really come over when your parents aren’t home, they get a weird vibe from him. They know who he is though, who his father is, so they don’t say anything.

You haven’t ever really done anything with him, besides kissing and a few hickeys here and there. He says he would never force you to do anything you didn’t want to do. So you feel you could trust him enough to just sleep in your bed with you.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

He smiles softly, rubbing his eyes. It softer times like this when you forget about the harder ones.

“What time is it?” He asks groggily.

You peer over him at your alarm clock, “about 5:35 pm.”

He hums in acknowledgement.

The two of you sit in silence, enjoying each other’s company, listening to the sounds of Gotham from your open window. The gold light from the setting sun peers in from your window, filling your room with a yellow colour that reminds you of honey. It’s truly a beautiful sight.

“(Y/N)?”

You turn to him.

“Do you ever want to meet my father?”

You don’t really know what to do with that question. You want to tell him you do, but yet, you really don’t want to continue to lie to him on how your truly feeling.

“No. . . N-not really, Damian.”

He sits up from lying on his back, he props himself up against your headboard. He cocks his brow.

“Why not?”

You lean your head on your hand, sighing.

“Because. . . . Because I don’t think we’re ready for that.”

He squints at you, then looks down at his feet in thought. You feel like you should take back what you said, but how could you? Is it already to late?

“Eventually you will meet him,” he says so quietly you could barely hear him, “if we ever want to go further in this relationship.”

You surprised to hear him say that, but you can tell whats more surprising, how serious he sounded or, how anxious that thought made you feel. Weren’t you in love too?

You laugh nervously, unable to meet his eye, “I-I wouldn’t say anything like that yet, Damian, I mean. . . .” You try to swallow your nervousness down, “I mean we’re so young and-and I don’t, I mean, I don’t think we should be thinking about that type of. . . . Stuff yet.”

Why are you so nervous?

“What do you mean?” He say angrily, brows furrowed, “don’t you love me?”

You look up in pure shock, “oh my god no- I mean, yes, yes I love you Damian. It’s just that we’re still teenagers and I mean there are a lot of different people in the world and neither of us have met any of them and I’m just saying that I-“

“Are you fucking cheating on me?”

You feel your breath catching your throat. You gulp slowly taking in his words completely, “wha-what?” You say quietly.

You see him scowl at you in anger, “I fucking knew it-“ he says, angrily getting up from your bed.

You cant believe what you’re hearing, what you’re seeing. You can’t breathe. Oh no, no no no nonono no, please not a panic attack now, out of any time please just not now. You feel tears bubbling in your eyes.

“Who is it! Ryan, Max, Josh?” He moves around as he speaks, showing how angry he is. You feel frozen, you can’t move, you can’t breathe, you can’t think, you can’t feel, you can’t hear, you can’t, you can’tyoucantyoucantyoucantyouca-

“(Y/N)!”

You look up, yet you could barely see him through your tears.

“Are you even listening to me!?”

You stare at him blankly.

He grinds his teeth in anger, glaring, “you weren’t, I fucking knew it. Do you care about this relationship? About me? I bet you don’t, you only think about yourself, all the damn ti-“

You let out a horrific whail. No nononon no no, not now! You have never cried in front of him before. The sound of it sounds like you’ve been shot.

Your sobs fill the room. They don’t stop coming either. Ever bad thought is coming to your mind right now, making you cry even more.

He just stands there, staring at you. He wants to tell you to stop it, to stop crying. What do you even have to cry about? Yet at the same time, this could be the perfect moment to take advantage of your emotionally weakened state, to feed you even more lies.

He slowly sits beside you on the bed, staring at you for a moment until he puts a hand on you back, rubbing it in comfort.

He feels and hears you sob harder. He shushes you, trying to comfort your aching soul. He doesn’t know caused the tears flooding out of your eyes, but when he finds out-

There wont be much left.

When your sobs quiet down, he whispers softly it’s okays, I love yous, and you’re alright in you ear. Your breathing is shallow, you’re trying to even it out.

You wipe your eyes after a few minutes of evening your breathes. You sniffle.

“I’m not cheating on you, Damian.”

He smiles softly, nodding, “I know.”

You sit in silence.

“I’m tired.”

“Okay, lets go to bed.” He says, pulling the covers back.

Laying you down on his chest, the two of you sigh in unison.

“. . . . I love you, Damian”

He smiles at your ceiling, “I know”

“. . . . . I’m sorry, Damian”

“I know”

You look up at him, “will you always watch over me?”

He looks at you eyes lovingly, “I already do, dear”

You smile, putting your head back on his chest.

“That’s good”

And as you drift off to sleep, calmly knowing you have the love of your life close by, you feel at peace. When you wake up you will know he will be there.

He, Damian Wayne. The love of your life. The person you dreamed of loving when you were a kid. Thought of him make you a warm, fuzzy feeling.

Yeah just like when you were a kid.

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I see a lot of personality similarity’s with him and five. This is sorta the opposite of my Luther fic too! I really like the concept of something constantly trying to feel love from someone who doesn’t give a shit about them! I love angst dammit!

[the-rad-pineapple]

mercury

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Supernatural fanfiction: Post-canon fix-it fic. After they defeated Chuck, Dean locks himself in his room unable to deal with losing Castiel now that everything is over. Jack lost his powers in the fight against Chuck and follows Dean's example and locks himself in his room, leaving Sam to try and help them get back on their feet.

Words: 11k (first 1k included in this post)

Trigger warning: Thoughts of suicide and alcohol abuse.

The title “mercury” is based off of Imagine Dragons’ new album: Mercury – Act I. This album inspired this story. The chapter titles: Wrecked, It’s Ok, #1, Giants, Easy Come Easy Go, Follow You, and One Day are all songs from the album.

Here's a playlist I made for this fic if you're interested.

And Wrecked totally feels like it was written for Destiel to me.

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They won, but Dean feels emptier than ever. When they took on Chuck, the fight between him and Jack left them both powerless. It didn’t really feel like winning. Especially since Dean can tell Jack is having a hard time adjusting to being a human. Or whatever he is now. He’s just a kid stuck in an adult’s body. It’s fucked up, and Dean can’t handle it.

He’s managed to push aside all his feelings about Cas when they were still hunting fucking God. They all were. But now it’s over.

Dean felt numb the entire drive back to the bunker. Sam was sitting in the back of the Impala, checking on Jack. Dean didn’t even say a word. It was all too much. When they got back home, Dean locked himself in his room. The second he was alone in the quiet and the stillness of his room with his jacket with Cas’ handprint hanging on his chair, he lost it. It all came crashing down on him. He’s never cried harder.

It’s been days, and Dean’s only left his room to grab booze. His drinking has never been worse, but he doesn’t care. Honestly, the only reasons Dean hasn’t completely given up are Jack and Sam. He can’t off himself after all they’ve been through. And the visual of Sam walking into Dean’s room to find his corpse makes Dean nauseous. He won’t do that to his little brother.

Dean doesn’t even know how Jack is, but he can’t bring himself to go talk to the kid. Then he feels guilty for not checking up on him, so he drinks, and the cycle repeats.

He drinks to empty his mind and numb his feelings. He stares at the handprint on the jacket. The tv is always on to bring some noise into the deafening silence. He can’t stand to be alone one second with his thoughts.

Time has lost all meaning. It’s always been difficult to tell the time in the bunker where’s there’s nothing but hallways and florescent lights, but any last sense of time Dean has is gone. The alcohol has disoriented him enough to mess up his internal clock, and he doesn’t leave his bed. Sam checks on him every once in a while. He brings food, but he doesn’t say anything. Dean is grateful.

Dean is perpetually tired but also too wired to get any restful sleep. He’s created his own personal Hell, and he’s glad. He doesn’t deserve to be happy since he is the literal reason Cas is dead. He doesn’t deserve to be happy, because he has always treated Jack like shit and is continuing to do so. He doesn’t deserve to be happy, because everyone is better without him.

Dean stares hazily at the tv and finishes his beer. They’re running out of booze, and Sam isn’t restocking. He’s doing it on purpose, and Dean resents him for it. Dean tosses the can on the floor, where the rest of the cans and bottles lay. It’s filthy in here and probably smells. Dean can’t make himself care.

The door opens with a low creak. Dean doesn’t look. It’s probably Sam bringing him food. He knows it’s bad, because Sam has been bringing him burgers and milkshakes. He doesn’t deserve it.

There’s a pause, and Dean thinks he might’ve imagined hearing the door open, but then he hears it creak shut. Dean rubs his eyes with a sigh and looks over, expecting to see a plate with a burger on the ground, but Jack is standing there, watching him. One of his hands is on the door as if he’s not sure he’s allowed to be here. The kid is in dinosaur pajamas Dean bought him months ago. His eyes are puffy and blood shot. Parts of his hair are sticking up at jagged angles.

They lock eyes, and tears well up in Jack’s eyes. “I miss him.” Jack’s voice breaks when he says it, and he covers his face with his hands. His shoulders start shaking, and a terrible sob escapes him. Dean is across the room before he even realizes he’s moved.

Dean pulls Jack into a hug, and Jack clings onto Dean like he’s drowning and Dean is his lifeguard. Jack cries into Dean’s shoulder. Dean can feel the tears soaking through his shirt.

“I—” Jack begins then hiccups. He sucks in a shaky breath, but he doesn’t sound any more composed. “I was going to save him. After—” he hiccups again “—after we defeated Chuck I was going to bring him back.”

Dean holds him tighter, tears slipping down his face now.

“I should have done it before,” Jack sobs.

Dean finds himself pressing kisses into Jack’s hair. “Jack,” Dean says. It’s the first word he’s said in days. His voice is rough and ragged. “It’s not your fault.”

“Yes, it is!” He hiccups again. “I—” another hiccup “—I should have—” a third hiccup. The kid’s on the verge of hysteria.

“Okay, shh, shh, just take a minute,” Dean says softly. He rubs Jack’s back with one hand and runs his other through Jack’s hair.

Jack cries, and Dean isn’t sure how long they stay like that. Dean closes his eyes and lets his world become the kid. He blocks out the tv playing in the background. He blocks out the acrid smell of the days-old beer cans on his floor. He focuses on Jack’s warmth and holding him close.

Jack’s breathing finally settles down. He sniffs and swallows. “I don’t want to be here anymore.” Jack says it so quietly Dean almost misses it.

“In my room?”

“No. I don’t want to be alive anymore.”

Dean’s blood runs cold, and he kisses Jack’s head. He knows he should tell Jack not to think that way, but all he does is murmur, “Me either.” It’s probably the worst thing he can say, but he’s just too tired to think of anything else. He doesn’t have it in him to lie and make up some positive bullshit right now.

Jack’s suddenly laughing.

Dean blinks in surprise and pulls back far enough to look at Jack. Jack has tear tracks down his cheeks, and his eyes are even more red and swollen than before. His hair is plastered to his face where he had been leaning against Dean, but he’s laughing.

Jack manages to compose himself for a second and says, “I don’t think Castiel would be very happy with us right now.”

It isn’t funny, but Dean laughs, too. It’s a little hysterical, but Dean can’t stop himself. “No, I don’t think he would.”

They both laugh again, and Dean pulls Jack back into an embrace. They eventually calm down, and Dean closes his eyes again.

“Dean?” Jack asks quietly. It’s tentative, as if Jack is bracing himself for something.

“Yeah?”

“Can…Can I sleep here tonight?” He sounds so small, and Dean is reminded that he is a literal three-year-old.

“Yeah, of course you can.”

Jack sniffles. “Thank you.”

Dean swallows. “You don’t have to ask, you know. You can always come to me.”

“Okay, Dean.”

[procrastinatingsapphictrash]

Friday Nights (1)

Full series: 2 3 4 5 6 (more coming soon), 

Word count: 1491     

Genre: Honestly idk, maybe a little angst but mostly fluff? 

Pairing: Jake x Amy (with platonic others in the squad)

Warnings: Minor swearing (let me know if I need to add more)

Summary: After Amy’s breakup with her boyfriend, Jake and Amy establish a weekly binge watching night and both avoid their feelings for each other.

A/N: So I had this posted on my wattpad account as well as some of the other chapters but I wanted to move it here as well because I’m more active here. I wrote this over six months ago now near the beginning of quarantine and although it doesn’t seem that long ago I feel like I’ve gotten better as a writer since then. Also I’m not done this series yet but because I already had this posted elsewhere I will have some other chapters up and will hopefully finish this series within a few weeks. If you like this and want to continue reading go to chapter two which is up and you can find the whole series on my masterlist.

**Please note that the warnings, pairing and genre are for the whole series so it varies chapter to chapter.

Amy POV

It's pathetic really. It's seven o'clock on a Friday night and I am alone in my apartment after being dumped again. I got the text this morning after I had just got to the precinct. Luckily nobody else was around because I got there really early (as usual), but I still had to go through the rest of the day pretending that nothing was wrong. It was such a jerk move for him to break up with me over text but then again I always knew he was a coward. That's why I don't understand why I am so upset about this because I never liked Daniel and actually was planning to break up with him. Him dumping me should feel like more of a relief. Maybe it's the principle of the matter and being dumped reminded me that I don't have anyone significant in my life. I just feel like I am getting older and all my friends and brothers seem to have someone in their lives but I am just always alone. I want someone who I can share everything with and who doesn't find me boring like all my exes seem to. Just because I like binders and time tables doesn't mean that I can't be exciting - I am a detective after all.

 Still having an exciting job doesn't equid being an exciting person that much is obvious. Besides I'm not even a cool detective like Rosa or Jake and I so often avoid outside of work gatherings that I am often uninvited or just forgotten. Like today. Honestly I think that not being invited to the celebration at Shaw's is bothering me just as much as my break up because it cements the fact that I am boring in other people's eyes. Right now the rest of the squad is sure to be there eating, drinking, talking and generally just having a good time as I sit on my couch alone with nothing to eat. The hunger makes me wish I had been invited to Shaw's because I am such a horrible cook that I have nothing in my fridge that is an actual meal, it's just a bunch of vegetables. Although I would be less hungry at Shaw's my loneliness would stay the same. Everyone else in the squad is so close to each other that it makes me feel left out even when I have known them for years. Every time that I try to do something to make me look cool in their eyes it back fires and I end up saying something dumb. We are friends but they definitely don't care about me as much as I care about them. They probably didn't even notice that they forgot to invite me again.

With that a tear slips down my face and my eyes water threatening to overflow. I take a few deep breaths trying to calm myself down. I hate crying so much because it makes me feel so weak. Growing up with seven brothers meant that if I cried they would tease me about it and say I was too sensitive. Even now with nobody here to see me cry I feel like I need to stay stronger and hold it in. With my breath returning to normal and my eyes no longer watering I reach up and wipe the single tear off of my cheek. Crying won't help me feel better, it will just make it worse. What I need to do is figure out a plan to distract myself and that starts with getting food. Just as I stand up from my couch to leave I hear a knock on the door.

Jake POV

The sound of music and conversation greets my ears as I step into the fairly crowded bar. It's still early (not even seven yet) but that doesn't matter because Shaw's is almost always lively from the moment it opens until it closes. That's part of the reason I like it so much. I head for the large table in the back that we always use if the whole squad is going to get together. Everyone is there but Amy when I arrive and the squad greets me with a range of hellos. Gina is here even if she technically isn't a part of the squad and from her behavior I can tell she is by far the drunkest. I slide into the seat right beside her partly because she is my oldest friend and partly because I want to ask her something. 

"Hey Ginaaaa" I sing song in greeting.

"Sup" she slurs back while downing another shot. I smile at her antics glancing over at Rosa who is rolling her eyes at me. 

Remembering why I started talking to her I ask, "Do you know what time Amy said she'd be here at?" Gina froze looking at me with wide eyes and an apologetic expression on her face. 

I sigh. "You forgot to ask her didn't you?" She nods and drowns another shot. This is bad. I know that I definitely was talking about tonight while Amy was in the room and I'm sure the others did too, assuming that she knew about it. Now she probably thought that she was purposefully uninvited or forgotten about. Now that I think about it she did seem a little bit strange all day like something was bothering her so this was probably it. It's just like Gina to completely forget about someone - for a secretary she is really bad at organization. Amy was the only person that I hadn't invited so when I had to leave to investigate a lead I told Gina to invite her assuming that it was an easy job. Apparently it was harder than I thought. It doesn't matter right now though so when she drunkenly tries to apologize I just brush it off. What I need to do right now is get to Amy's house to make sure she's not upset with the mix-up.I'm sure that she's fine but I also want to go just to see her because I have a little bit of a crush on her. I look to Rosa who seems to understand my train of thought. 

"Go. Don't worry about Gina, I'll get her home safe." She says. I just nod in response glad that I've told Rosa about my feelings towards Amy. Rosa is definitely the best friend to go to for advice I muse as I leave the bar, even though she does tease me she doesn't do it publicly and she always knows when I need support. Right now I've been going to her a lot because Amy is dating a guy named Daniel. Daniel is the reason I can't do anything about my feelings for Amy. I know that it would only mess with her thoughts if I told her I liked her and as much as I hate her and Daniel together I don't want to be the guy that ruins her relationship. Besides even if she wasn't dating him I wouldn't want to jeopardize our friendship or how well we work together so the safest thing is to just forget about my feelings.

Amy's house is pretty close to the precinct or Shaw's so by the time I'm done with my inner thoughts I am only a few short blocks away. As I am walking by I notice a Chinese restaurant that also does take-out and the combination of my hunger (I didn't eat at Shaw's as I had planned) and wanting to get Amy something makes me go in and pick up some food. After I come back out I hurry to Amy's not wanting the food to get cold. Only as I enter her apartment building do I realize that Amy is probably with her boyfriend because it is a Friday night after all. It doesn't matter though because if there is even the slightest chance that I could spend some time with Amy I'm taking it. Also if she's out I can just pretend I was never there and if she and Daniel are both there I can just pretend that I am dropping some stuff off to apologize and then leave.

Just after I finish crafting my plan the elevator doors ping open and I enter. There's already someone in there, a middle aged women with graying hair. Amy doesn't live too far up, she lives on the sixth floor, but elevators are slow and the awkward silence consumes me as I wait for the doors to open again. After what feels like hours the open with another ping and I make a quick exit before heading down the hallway towards Amy's door. When I reach it my hand hovers over the door, hesitating, as I consider just leaving but I eventually manage to give a few sharp raps before I back up a step and wait.

[fablesrose]

Of Kings and Shadows XIX

Description: Y/n, a girl who seems to have found her calling. Being a SHIELD agent is like a dream come true. With a friendship starting to form with the Avengers, she’s the Queen of the world! What could go wrong?

Pairings: Avengers x reader, Loki x reader (eventually)

Notes: On Wattpad –> Here

Masterlist

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tH2w6Oxx0kQ (Theme music)

And just like that, I watched what little was left of my life unravel, bit by bit.

At least, that's what I would say if I was graced with a mirror, but alas 'twas not so.

I started to think that I was unconscious more often than awake anymore. That's not to say that my body was unconscious, no. I started to feel this dark presence in my brain. It was always stronger when I woke up, so the only conclusion that I can come to is that it's the one in control while I'm not. The other scary thought is that it doesn't feel new like it's been in my head for far longer than it's been controlling. Maybe it's all of those intrusive thoughts, bringing out the worst in me all bundled up into an artificial intelligence type thing that I used to call Noxy. Maybe it's still her just amplified.

At first, I wondered if it was amnesia. Or maybe it was brainwashing. I've seen the files, they've done it before. But then I started to notice that Jaz always knew when I was awake. Maybe she just acted like that all the time despite the blackouts, but then I asked her about it. She said I moved differently, spoke a little funny. She said I wasn't quite me. I mean, I don't have first-hand experience in brainwashing or amnesia, but I'm pretty sure they don't change behaviors in-between splotches of memory blanks.

All I knew is there was nothing I could do about it. The harder I tried to grasp onto some bit of control, the faster the situation turned to smoke and slipped through my fingers.

Jasmine kept telling me that they would escort me out of the cell, but by the time I woke up, I was back in the presence of Jaz with no recollection of the meetings outside the room went like. The only trips that I could remember anymore were the times I was thrown into the lightroom. The times where I didn't want to remember, were the only times I could remember, and it was so frustrating. The light itself only brought exhaustion now. Henry noticed and he 'upgraded' the torture chamber. Now it administered shocks of electricity to increase the agony. I guess there was an upside in which I was never awake for the whole experience. I would blackout at some point and wake up what I'm assuming was a couple of days later.

I told myself I was going to fight through this. I was going to make it. But how do you fight against yourself? Suddenly those pills didn't look half bad. The only problem was that I wasn't awake enough to collect them. Jaz needed all the pain meds she could get, and I'm sure Noxy took the pills as quickly as they came, or even sent them back.

I decided I was going to make the most of what little time I had left. My sanity was slipping. My options were either to become as numb as my body; cry and scream, letting them win; or, I could sing. I could cherish what little time I had left. I could rebel against them in the only way I was able.

So any chance I got I would sing, and I'd laugh, and I'd smile.

"Hey, Jaz."

She looked over at me from examining the tips of her hair, "Hmm?"

"Do you know the song Get It On by T.Rex?" I couldn't help my mouth twitching up into a smile.

She scrunched up her face, "Yeah. Yeah, I do." She opened her eyes just to clarify, "Only the first verse and the chorus though."

I nodded at her, "same here."

"Well, you're dirty and sweet." I started singing, seeing if she would join in.

She left a pause, but eventually sang the next line, "Clad in black don't look back and I love you."

"You're dirty and sweet, oh yeah," I sang, laying the charm on thick.

"Well you're slim and you're weak." We both started giggling.

I had a hard time getting through the next line, "You've got the teeth of the hydra upon you."

There was quite a long pause where we were crying laughing. The irony was just too much to handle.

"You're dirty sweet and you're  my girl."

We sang the chorus together, "GET IT ON! BANG A GONG! GET IT ON!"

Neither of us could get through the rest of the song, mostly because we didn't know the rest, but maybe a little bit from the laughing fit we just couldn't stop.

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVEhDrJzM8E

One song I had stuck in my head for so long that Jaz eventually learned all the words as well as me.

She even started singing it to me one night,

"You're leaving now It's in your eyes There's no disguising it It really comes as no surprise To find that you planned it all along.

"I see it now Becomes so clear Your insincerity And me all starry-eyed You'd think that I would have known by now."

It took me a little while to pull my head together. My eyes were drooping and looking at Jaz burned but despite that, I was able to continue the song after she took a breath.

"Now, sure as the sun will cross the sky This lie is over Lost, like the tears that used to tide me over."

Jaz picked up again and I let her smooth voice roll over me,

"One thing is sure That time will tell If you were wrong The brightest ring around the moon Will darken when I die."

I claimed this one stanza as my own and continued to sing it,

"Now, sure as the sun will cross the sky This lie is over Lost, like the tears that used to tide me over."

I could tell Jaz was having a rough night as her voice started to get thick.

"You're leaving now It's in your eyes There's no disguising it It really comes as no surprise To find that you planned it all along

"I see it now Becomes so clear Your insincerity And me all starry-eyed You'd think that I would have known by now."

I found myself finding it harder and harder to keep my eyes open, and my voice reflected it, becoming quieter.

"Now, sure as the sun will cross the sky This lie is over Lost, like the tears that used to tide me over."

Jaz, in turn, got quieter as well, but since she was on her side and facing me I could hear her loud and clear.

"You're on your own Inside your room,"

I had my eyes open enough to notice that she rolled over and it seemed like she was staring at the camera that was ever watching us.

"You're claiming victory You were just using me And there is no one you can use now."

I couldn't hold my eyes open any longer and felt myself drifting asleep as she sang the last lines.

"One thing is sure That time will tell."

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFZ3Qhn5dW8

That was the last time I saw Jasmine Okoro.

I woke up paralyzed. Stuck inside my own head. My body was moving of its own accord and no matter what I did I couldn't stop it. I finally got to really witness what I acted like when I wasn't awake. Strangely, I couldn't see everything either. It was like I had blinders on. I was looking through binoculars at what my hands were doing. I was sitting on my bed doing absolutely nothing. I could tell I was in a different room. The cots in my previous cell were bolted to the ground and the wall. This new room had only one bed, the one I was sitting on, and no evidence of there ever being a cot across from mine. The walls were perfectly white, the floor, perfectly smooth, at least, that's what I could tell without being able to control where my eyes were placed.

There was a dark cloud in my mind, surrounding me. When I stayed in the little corner of my head that I was shoved into, the fog was numbing, soft, but constricting. I tried to break out, move through it, but when I tried it became as strong and hard as a brick wall. No matter how hard I pounded on it, it didn't give. No matter how hard I screamed, there was silence.

So I sat there. And I thought. And I thought. And I cried with no tears.

I felt empty.

Occasionally Noxy would move around, and I now knew that I wasn't just forgetting. When she did move I took in as much of my surroundings as I would allow. She tenderly touched my inner elbow where I saw a new bruise. A black one. When her fingers brushed against it I could feel the pain shoot through the nerves and I flinched. But my body didn't.

A sense of dread overtook me. The wall came closer. I've seen the movies, read the files, heard the stories. This isn't gonna end well.

The door opened nearly silently, so much different than the room before. Noxy barely tilted my head to see who came in.

Henry walked in and sat on the bed next to me since there wasn't any other place to sit. Noxy scooted over to give him room and just looked at him. He examined my face for a long while, and I equally did so to him. What was he thinking? Did he know that I was still here? Or was he not happy with what I had become and was just going to get rid of me and start from scratch?

I couldn't tell.

After an agonizingly long time, he spoke, "If everything went according to plan..." He tilted his head a degree, "Mistress is either gone or locked away so far in that pretty little head of yours that she's never coming out. If you are still in there Mistress... you should be awake by now and I know you're listening."

It felt like he was staring right at me. Not my body or Noxy, but me. Y/n M/n L/n. It was unsettling.

"We tried something different with you. Others are content with their brainwashing and memory wipes, but not for me and not for you," he gently tapped the tip of my nose and I desperately wanted to recoil. "It's just sanding the paint and putting a new coat on. The previous color is still there, you just can't see it. With you, it's more like deciding to put a brick wall in front of the drywall. It's a lot harder to go back if instead of peeling paint, it's grouted in." He paused, still staring into my eyes before lightening up, "But anyway," he took hold of my hand and I felt my lips widen into a polite smile, "I just came to see how you were settling in, and it looks like it's nicely."

He let my hand fall as he stood up and walked back to the door, right as he was about to step out he looked back at me. No, back at her. "Congrats on becoming my Queen."

Then, out of nowhere, my mouth opened, but my voice didn't come out. It felt different. Sounded different. It sounded... better, stronger, darker, everything I'm sure Henry wanted me to be.

"Thank you for having me, my King."