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Pairing: Bear!Hybrid Changbin x Reader (Fem)
Genre: Smut
Warnings: Strangers -> Lovers , Biting/Hickeys, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Use of Princess, Slight back scratching, Mutual Masturbation basically, Slight finger sucking, Slight belly bulge. Sorry for any mistakes or missing warnings.
A/N: after writing this I realize itâs not super beary lol. But it has hints I guess. I hope yall enjoy it though.
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A new guy had just moved into the apartment across from yours. When you caught a glimpse of him you were honestly shocked. This big muscular hybrid was carrying boxes up the stairs. You could see his muscles through his tight shirt making your face heat up. He was super attractive, cute little ears, fluffy brown hair. You couldnât look away. When he passed by you again he couldnât help but smile. You felt embarrassed being caught quickly getting your key out to open your door.
Youâve seen each other in passing a few times, a few polite hellos were spoken but not much more.
Checking your mail you realized your new table had come in but the assholes left it downstairs. Yes there was an elevator however how the hell were you getting it there? You struggled trying to bring it over only getting half way there before a friendly voice yelled towards you. âNeed some help?â It said. As you looked over you noticed the handsome man walking towards you. Your heart doing flips as he made his way over. âCanât believe theyâd leave it down hereâ he said shaking his head. Without any more talking he picked the heavy box up like it weighed nothing.
You didnât say anything more in shock that he could lift it. Making your way behind him to the elevator. He sat it down beside him smiling at you âI donât think I ever properly introduced myself. Iâm changbinâ he said.
âOh- yeah- Iâm y/nâ you stuttered out making his smile grow even wider.
âWhatcha order? Some bricks?â He teased.
âA new coffee tableâ you said with a laugh.
He nodded when the doors opened. He let you out first before grabbing the box. Making the way to your place you hesitantly opened the door, before letting him in. He sat the box down in your living room turning around to you with a small huff. âNeed help putting it together? Iâm great at buildingâ he said.
âOh uhm you donât have to do that you literally just carried this up hereâ you said with an awkward smile. He made you all nervous and shy like a school girl around their crush.
âNonsense, anything to help my pretty neighbor outâ he said blushing at his own words. Your heart felt like it would jump out of your chest from his comment. You felt a familiar warmth on your face, blush decorating your cheeks. His gaze came back to your face eyes almost like a puppy when he caught you blushing back. There was a moment of silence, it was almost calming honestly. It didnât feel awkward it felt almost comforting. He cleared his throat laying the box on its side âso uhm shall we get started?â He said with a friendly smile.
As you worked you got to know one another. He had told you about him moving here, buying his own gym down the street. He told you about his passion for working out and helping others reach goals. He told you how he wanted to make a safe place for hybrids to work out and get better training for their kind. He gushed about how he worked with big panther hybrids that could climb super well, or dog hybrids who were super easy to train. He in the midst of everything told you he was a bear hybrid, a grizzly bear hybrid to be particular.
You couldnât stop the words that were coming out âoh so youâre just a big ol teddy bear?â You said.
He couldnât help but laugh, oh that laugh. It felt like a warm hug. âYeah definitely am, I give the best hugs.. and cuddlesâ he said peering over to see your reaction. He wasnât disappointed he watched as your face turned even redder than before. Your mind daydreaming about how it would feel to be curled up with him.
âYou thinking about cuddling me hm?â He said teasingly.
âI uhm-â you stuttered out only to make him laugh even more.
âDonât be shy, if you want to cuddle Iâm just across the hallâ he said with a little smirk.
You could only nod not knowing what to say. What could you say? This man who looked like he was chiseled by the gods offering you to cuddle? Hello? Youâd smack yourself to see if you were dreaming if he wasnât here.
After getting everything finished you had offered him to stay for dinner which to your both dismays he said he couldnât. âAs much as I would really love that, I have to head back to the gym to clean and lock up.â He said with an almost frown âbut how about a rain check? We can have dinner another night? Maybe watch a movie and talk some more?â He said.
âYeah, that- that sounds greatâ you said with a soft smile.
After he had left you plopped yourself down on the couch. Everything of today just circling in your head. He was so kind, sweet and funny. âThereâs no way heâs realâ you said to yourself making you chuckle.
After that you two talked more, exchanging numbers at some point too. âJust incase you need me for anythingâ he said while putting his number in your phone. After almost a month of talking almost everyday he finally said about having that dinner. However it felt like the world was against you today because it was one thing after another. Having to stay later after work only to come home to your apartment being freezing. âGreat, just great my fucking heater isnât workingâ you said with a loud groan. When you went to try to get a warm shower you realized the water wasnât getting hot either. âAre you fucking kidding me?â
You wrapped a towel around you not knowing what to do. So you texted changbin âhey are you home yet?â You asked.
âCanât wait for our dinner đâ he texted back.
âYes but no. Something must be up with my place. My heat wonât turn on nor will my hot water work.â You said back.
âIâll be home soon, if you need thereâs a space key in my plant outside. Go to my place.â He said back.
âI was in the middle of a shower :( â
âShower at my place?â
âYou sure?â
âDuh, now go get warm. Iâll be home in like 10.â He said back.
You threw some close on, finding the key quickly before going into his house. âHis house is cold tooâ you whined but felt hopeful about the shower. You all had separate water heaters so hopefully his was still working. When you felt the water you let out a sigh of relief, yes hot water. You took note how clean his place was though. For a man living by himself it was pretty impressive. His room only being slightly messy but still somehow neat.
Half way through your shower you heard a knock at the door âhey, my heats not working either, is the water at least warm?â He asked.
âYep! Your water at least worksâ
He felt a sense of relief, he knew heâd be fine. He was like a walking heater. So while you finished up he found every blanket he could throwing them on the couch. He didnât even notice you walking out as he got everything situated. When he turned to see you standing there he let out a gasp. âYou scared the shit out of meâ he said clenching his chest making you laugh.
âI stopped by a place on my way home and got some food just incase the power wasnât working or somethingâ he said making his way to get the bags. He sat everything down on the coffee table, he moved some blankets and patted the seat. âCome here, I can see you shiveringâ
Sitting beside him you could feel the warmth coming off of him. He wrapped the blankets around you pulling you a bit closer to him. âGod youâre freezing, you were supposed to take a warm shower not an ice bathâ he teased. âHere, I got you some soup to warm you upâ he said with that sweet smile.
After eating he put on a movie before pulling you to him. He wrapped an arm around your side trying to keep you warm. You were still shivering a little and it was making him a bit worried. âWanna go to my room? We can watch the movie in there and cuddle? Be easier to keep you warmâ he said with an almost worried look. When you nodded he wrapped the covers around you and with no warning he hoisted you up. He carried you bridal style to the bed laying you down gently. âIâd say I didnât think you could carry me but you brought that heavy ass table upâ you laughed.
âOh please with these arms? I can carry anythingâ he said flexing his muscle.
âWhatever you say muscle manâ you teased.
âHey keep it up and you wonât get any cuddlesâ he teased back.
âYou wouldnât do that! You wanna cuddle me more than I wanna cuddle you!â You said with a pout.
âOh so you really wanna cuddle huhâ he said with a smirk.
He quickly got under the covers with you pulling you to his chest. His arm wrapping around you as he rubbed your back. âWhatever my princess wantsâ he said with a hum. When you didnât argue or say anything to his words he couldnât help but smile. You curled your body up around him draping your leg over his. He was so warm and boy was he so nice to cuddle with. It felt so comfortable and cozy.
After about an hour or so he noticed you were still slightly shivering. He figured it was your hair that was still a bit damp. He pulled you tightly to him, eyes going a bit wide when he realized you didnât have a bra on. He could feel your soft breast against him, your hard nipples poking at him. His mind started to wander âI bet theyâre so softâ âI could put such pretty marks on themâ. As his mind was flooded with thoughts he could feel himself getting hard. He felt embarrassed being turned on by you so easily but he couldnât help it. You were so beautiful to him, like a beautiful warm sunset.
He didnât even realize how close your leg was to his cock not until your leg brushed against it when you moved. Oh you definitely felt that. Your sleepy eyes widened at the feeling. You bit your lip trying not to moan at the pure feeling of his length against your leg. You moved a bit more feeling yourself getting wet at the thought of it. When the smell of you hit his nose he couldnât help but let out a soft groan.
Without thinking his arm that was wrapped around you still slid down to cup your ass. Kneading it like he was making dough. A soft moan left your lips, he couldnât stop himself. Turning his body towards you his lips crashed into yours. His lips were warm like the rest of him, tongue finding its way into your mouth. His hands roamed your body pulling you deeper into the heated make out session. They came under your shirt feeling at the soft skin. His big hand cupping your breast as he groaned into the kiss. His thumb rubbed over your sensitive nipples.
In the heat of the moment your wondering hands came down to his clothed cock. He was agonizingly hard. The gentle touch of your hand making him buck up to your touch. The kiss felt more desperate after that like he needed you in the worst way. As your hand ran up and down his cock he let out low groans only to be devoured back into the kiss. He slid the hand from your tits to your clothed core. Rubbing through the material only for a few seconds before dipping it past the hem of your shorts.
When he felt how slick your folds were his eyes fluttered. As he rubbed up and down you detached from the kiss letting out moan. Both of you had this hazy look on your face. He leaned his head into the crook of your neck kissing it sloppily his sharp teeth grazing it. When you let out another moan he couldnât help drag them across again.
Your brain reacted without warning diving your hand into his pants to stroke his leaking cock. He let out a whinny groan bucking his hips once more into your touch. His fingers dove into your core matching the speed of your hand. The room quickly filled with whimpers and moans as you both touched each other. He nipped at your ear before he said in the hottest sultry voice âyou really this wet fâme?â He said. When you nodded squeezing his cock slightly at his words he let out another honey groan against your ear.
âTell me- tell me how bad you want me.â His voice deep.
âWant you- please Binnieâ you whimpered.
âHow many times have you thought about me fucking you princess hmm?â He said in an almost teasing tone.
âSâmany timeâ
âYeah? Have you touched yourself to me?â He asked.
âY-yesâ
âShow me princessâ he said before removing himself from you.
He got up looking down you as he stripped himself of his clothes. He moved the blankets from you before quickly taking off your short as you rid yourself of your shirt. âShow Binnie how you touch yourself to the thought of meâ he ordered. Your fingers slinked down to your cunt before circling over your clit. He watched intently as he stroked himself slowly. He watched as you dipped your fingers into your core taking mental notes of your noises. He again matched the pace of you, eyes glued to your wet hole.
âYou- you close princess?â He said eyes half open. When you nodded he couldnât help but groan.
âB-Binnie please- want youâ you said desperately.
âYeah? What do you want me to do?â He said eyes fluttering to your blushed faced.
âFuck me- please- please fuck me binnieâ
Without anymore words he kneeled in front of you, pushing your legs open more. When you pulled your hands away from your core he quickly grabbed your hand. He brought it up to his mouth sucking all your juices off of them before letting it go. âR-remind me to have you suffocate me between those sweet thighs later.â He said with a smirk. He gripped his girthy cock moving it up and down your folds before pushing in slowly.
He let you get situated with his sheer thickness before moving. Gripping your legs he fucked into you desperately, as much as he wanted to take it slow he needed you so badly. The feeling of your warm cunt sucking him in so good he couldnât help it. His thick cock hitting the back of your walls, hitting right against your cervix. As he fucked into you, your arms came around him. Nails digging into him slightly. He watched your face contort in pleasure before quickly crashing his lips into once more.
The kiss was sloppy full of need, tongues wrestling for dominance. In one swift motion he pulled up to him lifting your lower body up. Your body arched in a new position had him feeling deeper. âCan you feel me princess? Iâm right hereâ he said pushing his hand down a bit on your lower half. With that small push he felt even bigger. You could almost see him in your guts fucking into you so rough. You let out the most gluteal moan walls tightening around him. Your high washed over you unexpectedly making your body shake from the orgasm.
âF-Fuck!â He stuttered out. He moved his head down sucking harshly at your nipples. Teeth grazing them slightly. He brought a hand down circling around your clit. âPrincess- fuck- you feel so fucking goodâ he groaned out against your skin.
âYou feel even betterâ you choked out feeling another orgasms already creeping up on you.
Almost like he could read your mind his movements become more desperate âfuck princess you gonna cum again? Make a mess on my cockâ
He nipped at your nipples leaving a trail of small bite marks and hickeys covering your breasts. âWanna- cum with youâ you stuttered out. He moved his head back up looking down at the mess you were in. The way those beautiful eyes looked so fucked out he was gonna lose it. âClose princessâ he said before attaching his lips back to yours once more. He let your body back down on the bed his free hand coming up to cup your face.
âGonna- gonna cum!â You said legs wrapping around him.
âM-me fucking tooâ he said in response. You could feel his cock twitching inside you. His hand playing with your clit more before he felt your walls sucking him in. âCumming!â You almost screamed.
With a just one more harsh thrust he was cumming hard inside you. Coating your walls with his thick cum. He let out a loud almost growl before his body slowed.
He wrapped his arms around you kissing any part of you he could. After a few moments of catching breaths he felt your body shake once more. He couldnât help but chuckle pulling the covers over the both of you. âHow are you still cold?â He said. He leaned his forehead against yours before kissing you softly. âHow about we get cleaned up and I make us some hot chocolate?â He said with smile.
You nodded but when he went to get up you quickly pulled him back âin a minute I just- wanna cuddle a bit moreâ you said softly.
âWhatever my princess wants.â He said nuzzling back into you.
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hi!!! im new on here and ive been binge reading all of ur stuff đ im not sure if this is where you send reqs but if it is in begging for an older brotherâs best friend trope w katsuki đ i absolutely adore this trope and i js imagine katsuki pretending to be so annoying w picking you up or âbabysitting youâ for his friend bur he secretly rlly likes it. thank u sm! <3
OMG HELLLOOO!! THANK YOU FOR BINGE READING MY STUFF!! this is where u send requests and Iâm totally inlove with this idea you just opened my eyes. 2 POSTS IN 1 DAYYY?? Iâm spoiling all 50 of my followers đ
Off-limits, Right? â katsuki bakugo
IN WHICHâŠkatsuki was your older brothers bestfriend, you hated him, he hated you, I mean why else would he constantly tease you? so yeah, you guys hated eachother. rightâŠ?
Pairing; Katsuki bakugo x Afab!reader
Content contains; fem!reader, SUGGESTIVE! mdni, swearing, corny scenarios, katsuki uses âprincessâ in a mocking way, reader is 19, katsuki is 21, and brother is 22, swearing.
Word count; smth over 1k
A/N; this was a wonderful request Iâm sorry I couldnât do it justice !! đ© I hope ur happy with the result nonetheless!! <3
he was insufferable, he just couldnât leave you alone. everytime he comes over to hang out with your brother, you avoid him and stay in your room at pretty much all costs; yet he always finds a way to still get under your nerves.
the stupid calls behind the door as they make their way to your brothers room,
âaww princess, you donât miss me?â he yells behind the door, you can hear the cocky bastards smirk. you groan and just ignore him as he laughs with your brother. stupid boys.
it doesnât stop there though, if you ever decide to come out of your room you better prayyyy hes not down there because heâs teasing you to absolutely no end.
âoh the beast has awoken I see?â he smirks and rests his elbows on the kitchen island, eyeing you up and down like you were a piece of meat. you roll your eyes and continue to open your fridge and get a drink.
âwould you just shut up for once katsuki?â you bite back and he lets out an airy mocking laugh, putting his hands up in fake defense.
âeasy there, just playin around sleeping beauty.â that stupid smirk never leaving his lips, you groan and grab your drink before descending up the stairs back to your room.
and you see, it would be a lot easier to avoid katsuki if him and your brother werenât constantly in eachothers back pocket. It was frustrating, all you wanted was for him to leave you alone!
and then the worst possible thing happened.
âyoo, y/n.â your brothers voice speaks, tapping you on the shoulder, you tilt your head to look over your shoulder and hum a response. âokay donât kill me but..memomanddadaregoingtoabarandkatsukihastobabysityou.â you stare at him blankly.
âokay what the actual fuck did you just say to me.â he takes in a deep breath and repeats himself slower. âme mom and dad are going to a bar and katsuki has to babysit you.â he has an anxious scrunch plastered on his face, prepared for you to blow up.
âwhat the HELL?â you slam the book you were reading closed, the sound echoed through the house. âI donât need a fucking babysitter! Iâm 19!â he sighs and attempts to calm you down.
âI know, i know, I agree! I tried to tell mom and dad that but I guess they just didnât trust youâŠâ you scoff at this and slouch in your seat with another loud groan rumbling past your lips.
âso they decide to have fucking katsuki babysit me? you know how much I hate him.â you glare up at him and he sighs for you.
âyeah I know..look itâs only for one night! Iâm sure youâll survive right?â you scoff at him and slam yourself up from the couch and reach your room, spending the rest of your time there before katsuki shows up.
âding dongâ you hear the doorbell and immediately plant your face in your pillow, mentally preparing for the night youâre about to have. you can hear him buttering up your parents, talking about how their âprecious daughterâ is in wonderful hands. what a fucking joke. the minute everybody left, he sighs before yelling up the stairs.
âyou gonna sit up in your room the whole time?â you can hear the cockiness dripping in his tone even through a whole staircase and your door. you sigh, bouncing off your bed and opening your door walking down the stairs with the least pleasant expression on your face.
âah thereâs the princess, wipe that look off your face. Iâm not any happier about this.â you scoff and continue your walking down the stairs, reaching him at the bottom and glaring into his eyes. âyeah right.â you remark sarcastically and push past his shoulder and walk back to your spot on the couch. he sighs to himself and grouchily walks over to sit next to you, creating a respective distance.
âthe tv remotes right here,â you toss it at him and he catches with no problems, gosh fucking loser has to be good at everything. âput whatever you want on, I donât care.â you dismiss him and open your book again, deciding thatâs the best way to drown him out.
âoh so the princess isnât always cold hearted?â he bit his lip partially with a slight smirk, you couldnât help but shy away from his gaze back onto your book and stutter out a âyeah whatever..â he put on some creepy ass movie, you werenât even watching it but the noises and jumpscares were kind of getting to you, you put the book down for one second and then got invested into the movie, katsuki took notice of this but decided to not say anything to scare you off just yet.
a certain jumpscare got to you, and you flinched with a high pitched âeek!â he only laughed at you and looked at you with a faux mocking pout.
âaww princess you scared?â his pout turned into a smirk, and he licked his lips slightly. âs-shut up katsuki.â you roll your eyes and attempt to play it off before he just has to open his mouth again.
âcmon you want me to hold you so the monsters wonât get you?â he opens his arms and laughs when you immediately protest. âew, katsuki! quit!â he nonetheless throws your âstupidâ book across the room and before you even have time to think heâs grabbing you by the shoulders and planting you on his lap.
âkatsukiâ eughâ let me go!â you whine trying to wiggle out of his grasp, he sighs before speaking, âkeep movin like that on me and youâre definitely not going.â you gasp at his comment and hit him on the arm.
âgross katsuki!â he just laughs and you eventually accept your fate on his lap, trying to avoid the fact youâre on your older brothers bestfriends lap. You continue on with the movie, eventually relaxing into katsukis hold when another jumpscare causes you to jump in his hold, he mocks you with a laugh and suddenly his mouth is very close to your ear, you can feel his hot breath trickling down your neck and it causes you to stiffen. âyou scared, princess?â he whispers deeply into your ear, you try to shake off the flustered feeling and shake your head no.
âare you sure? maybe this will help take your mind off things.â and before you can even think to protest, your being spinned around on his lap, face to face with him. your legs were straddling either side of his now and he rests his hand on your lower back, pushing you closer to him.
âkatsukiâ mm!â you were cut off to him pressing a kiss to your lips, even though your mind was telling you âno, no, back away!â your body seemed to have a different idea, leaning into his touch and kissing right back causing his signature smirk to envelop his face, smiling into the kiss.
it turned into a heated makeout session, your hands resting on his neck, one of his hands rubbing down your back and the other behind your neck, pulling you impossibly closer. the only thing that could be heard was the movie you had both long forgotten about and the smacks of your lips colliding.
âyou donât knowââ he breathes out before planting another kiss to you, ââhow long Iâve wanted this.â you continue your assault to his lips and only pull away for a short response back. âyeah?â he hums an agreement into the kiss, at this point youâre practically grinding on eachother, your brows furrowing and mouth parting slightly, and suddenly it all hits you.
you pull away abruptly, his lips chasing yours before a look of confusion wipes over his face. âwe shouldnât be doing this.â you speak and nervously tuck your hair behind your ears. âwell itâs a little late for that princessâŠâ you groan and bury your head in your hands, what were you thinking?
âI mean we donât really have to stop nowââ you shush him quickly, he rolls his eyes but listens nonetheless, as if on que you can here the doorknob jiggle, you spring off his lap and back onto your designated place on the couch, katsuki grabs a pillow to cover his crotch which you gave him a disgusted look for, as if you werent practically leaking through your panties right now.
they walk through the door, everybody greeting their hellos before your mother speaks up at the sight, âaw look at you two! finally getting along I see?â you grumble at her words but katsuki speaks up with a sly grin, âyou could say that.â she gushes over this fact, katsuki was always her favorite friend of your brothers. only you and him knew the true meaning behind his words, eventually everybody gets ready to part their goodbyes, and youâre about to ascend up the stairs again before katsuki calls your name.
you spin around to face him, and stride over he unexpectedly hugs you, which your mother âaweâsâ at, little did she know he just whispered âcall me.â in your ear, leaving you a flustered mess, you say your quick goodbye and rush up to your room.
what weâre you gonna do.
a/n; if this does well Iâll do part 2 but prolly not
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Liminal Jason part 3
For those of you that saw the blip earlier, when I tried to post this but it broke cause it was too long, here is the real thing. Masterpost for earlier parts.
Sorry again. And slight tw for panic attack
Jason woke up slowly, taking in his surroundings as he adjusted to being awake. It was quiet, and a little humid. He was on a bed, could feel the sheets beneath him, and he wasnât restrained at all. There was a moment of confusion, because when you wake up after being attacked like that you usually end up dead or a hostage. There was a creeping realization dawning in the back of his mind. He didnât want to acknowledge it. He opened his eyes, not wanting his suspicions to be true. But he was in a holding cell in the cave, and he realized what must have happened. Then he was pissed.Â
He let out a growl, pushing to sit up on the bed. He thought they were doing better. He thought his family trusted him again. His growl was angry, foreboding, telling of the danger and anger in his thoughts. But his head was pounding from the sedative. They knew he hated needles. Hated drugs. Why would they do this to him, trick him like this when they knew how he felt about it. The haze in his head, making his thoughts heavy, and doing nothing but reminding him of all the harm drugs have done to the people around him. He stopped growling, hoping the quiet would help. Much less angry, the clouds in his head starting to make him sad and breathless. He hopes the effects wear off soon. He canât focus. There is something important that he is missing. He is forgetting something, the spiral of his thoughts and emotions starting to lean towards hysteria. Heâs alone. Trapped and alone, mind heavy with fog. He canât think, why is he stuck here? His breath starts coming faster, increasing while his heart starts to race. He tries to keep quiet, and calm down. A whimper escapes him as he finds a corner and slides down the wall. Then he heard a keen. Close, probably coming from one of the other cells. The sound cuts through the haze. Important, a strike of clarity hitting him with a pulse as he remembers the kid. There was a kid with him.Â
Danny. Jason hears him call out again, a sharp keen of panic-confusion, and Jason needs to help him. Jason stumbles up, leaning on the wall for support. He heads towards the door, but he was familiar with how the cells worked. He reached it and of course it was locked. He attempted to manually override, but the pad inside the cell was locked down. The cell can only be opened once someone on the inside clears whoever is inside it. Created for instances where one of them has been incapacitated by a new strain of fear gas, or a new Ivy concoction. To hold someone until an antidote can be created. There was no getting out of here before the other came by.Â
Hopefully, theyâre on their way now, seeing him awake on the cameras. Jason has some choice words to be had about his situation, angry seething inside him as the panic from earlier recedes.Â
Danny lets out another keen, breathy and biting and Jason hears him start to panic. Jason still has to do what he can. He canât reach him, but he can try and calm him down. Theyâre in this together, and Jason is going to do whatever he can for the kid. He let out a rumble, steady and calm in response to Dannyâs cries. His rumble is filled with annoyance, but still said okay-here-safe.Â
Danny is silent for a moment before he hums back a confused-trust. Itâs closer, louder, like Danny has moved to be right on the other side of the wall from Jason. This kid, who just had his world destroyed, came here alone and afraid, and he trusts Jason. Screw yelling at the Bats. Danny needs him, and priority one is getting Danny to a place he can feel safe.Â
A soft churring sound leaves Jason, sweet and caring, and Jason hopes the kid knows that he is going to do everything he can for him. Then Jason hears Danny let out a short purr, a quiet susurration, that ends as quickly as it starts. Jason is stunned by how much faith Danny is putting in him. How much Jason cares for this boy he just met.Â
The bats can pry this boy out from his cold, dead hands.
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when another member walks in on you ateez ot8 x fem!reader
silly little thing i wrote between clients today
smut below the cut! mdni â dom/sub dynamics, exhibitionism, oral sex, p in v lol, lmk if i missed anything !!
hongjoong âïž
âshut up slut, theyâll hear you. i bet you want that, donât you?â he had your face buried in your mattress, drool slipping from your mouth, your ass up in the air where he was relentlessly drilling into you.Â
you moaned, you had stopped caring about your volume long ago, they would hear hongjoongâs thrusts before your moans anyhow. you clenched around him, only making him hiss out and reach over to push your head impossibly farther into the mattress.Â
you pissed him offâ you got a little too close to wooyoung, talked for a little too long and hongjoong was livid.Â
âyou want him to hear you, donât you? want him to hear all the pretty sounds you make? showing off, huh? attention whore,â his words were venom, his lips inches from your ear with how he bent over you, foot planted on the mattress beside your shoulder.Â
âare you guys okaâ oh shit, iâm so sorry,â hongjoong lets go of your head only for the two of you to snap your faces up to the intruder, hongjoong stilling inside of you.
âwhat the fuck?â was all hongjoong could get out, a stunned wooyoung in the doorway, his jaw on the floor at the sight in front of him. âwooyoung! get out!âÂ
âit didnât sound like you were fucking! i got scared,â you heard wooyoung yell as he closed the door behind him, leaving hongjoong to pick right back up where he left off.Â
âdonât think i missed how you clenched around me, whore.â
seonghwa đ«§
seonghwa had you on your knees while he sat on the bed, leaned back on one arm with the other around your ponytail, guiding you up and down his length.Â
in a black tank top and gray sweatpants he looked so fucking sexy in the living room, you couldnât help but pull him into his bedroom for a minute alone â you needed to taste him, show him how much he affected you.Â
âfuck, youâre so good at that,â his words were quiet, a low rasp to his voice as he tugged on your hair a little harder. your mouth slipped off of him with a pop, batting your eyelashes up at him with a knowingly coy smile.
he groaned, a little louder this time, his head falling back. âdonât look at me like that or your throatâs getting fucked.âÂ
you giggled, mouth attaching to him again, bobbing your head up and down a little faster now. he bucked his hips up little by little, using more force with each stroke and you took him proudly, small gags and noises of nasty wetness leaving your lips.
the door opened without either of you noticing, only catching a head of brown hair leaving seonghwaâs bedroom with a shriek of surprise. this wasnât the first time yeosang had walked in on you, but it still made you laugh every damn time.
you looked up to seonghwa with a giggle on your lips after popping off him again, seonghwa wearing a smile himself.
âhow many times do you think weâll scar him before he stops coming in here?â seonghwa asks, letting go of your ponytail.
âif he was going to catch on, he wouldâve by now,â you readjusted yourself on your knees during the pause, shaking your head before bringing your focus back on his delicious length before you. âyou said something about fucking my throat right?â
yunho đ§đ»ââïž
you and yunho had been waiting for a day alone for weeks. for too long had you been silenced in the hours from one to three, his fingers clamped over your lips or stuffed between them in an attempt to keep you quiet. comeback season was busy, and when there was time off everyone lazed around the dorms and didnât fucking leave.Â
now, on your third consecutive day off, the dorms were empty and yunho took advantage. he had your hands pinned under your back with a belt he had just taken off, hips snapping into you so hard the sound was sure to be heard outside.Â
âsloppy little cunt sucking me right the fuck in,â he hissed, hips cracking into your thighs, his fingers keeping you still.
you were wailing at this point, tears streaming down your face, begging for reprieve while also thinking if he stopped youâd die.Â
âdonât stop,â you repeated, a mantra on your tongue, from your hips being slanted upward his cock was hitting that spongy spot in your walls that drove you fucking insane.Â
you were so close, mere thrusts away from hitting your peak, and the door busted open, an out of breath mingi stood at the door.
âthe rest of the guys are walking in right behind me,â mingiâs words were panicked in a warning, but yunho didnât stop. he ignored his friend, knowing you were so close, wanting your high to crash over you so he could follow.Â
you screamed â mingi couldnât move. yunho fucked you through it, thrusts only quickening to meet his own end, until he doubled on top of you with two large hands landing right beside your head.Â
yunho turned to look at mingi, a smirk playing on his lips with heaving breaths, âenjoyed the show?âÂ
yeosang đ„
everyday yeosang woke you up the same way: his fingers or his head between your thighs until you were creaming around him, then he replaced it with his cock. it wasnât a good morning until you had at least one, if not two orgasms.Â
this morning he was greedyâ it seemed he didnât want to let you go. you came on his face once, his fingers a second time, and he was working you up to a third on his lap. if yeosang could do anything it was last, his stamina was like no other, he could go for hours if you let him.Â
you had your knees planted on the mattress beside his hips, his cock hitting your cervix continuously as you grind your hips back and forth against him, your nails clawing at his shoulders. his head was leaning against the headboard, leaving his throat open to you, where you licked and sucked pretty little bruises across the base of his neck, little whines leaving his throat.
âyes, baby, âm so close,â he croaked out, his voice raspy and deep, his abs clenching with every grind of your hips.Â
âcum for me then yeo, fill me up,â your hand moved from his shoulder to wrap your fingers around his neck, pulling him towards you to connect your chest to his.
your mornings werenât usually so filthy, never downright nasty, bringing your skin to touch his brought a sense of intimacy back to your morning.Â
his head fell onto your shoulder with a groan, filling you up just as you told him to, thighs twitching beneath you. you moaned at the feeling, letting your head rest atop his, bringing your hands to tangle in his hair.Â
âyou guys awake yet?â seonghwa popped into your room, making you twist your body around to look at him, eyes wide.
âdefinitely awake,â he pulled his lips into a line, bidding you a singular nod before closing the door again. a huff of amusement left your lips as you looked back down to the boy laying on your shoulder, patting his head, giving him a moment to come back before youâd take your morning shower together.
san đȘ
san couldnât wait. you were at your favorite club, both tipsy and horny, dancing to the beat of the song before sanâs fingers dipped below your dress. you looked up to him with wide eyes, met with a filthy smirk and a pair of dimples that ushered you towards the menâs bathroom.Â
âsan, anyone could walk in,â you were uneasy, san was never so impatient that he needed you then and there. heâd never portrayed signs of exhibitionism before today, your sex life had always been private â you liked it that way, yet the hunger in his eyes and the spark left in the wake of his fingers on your skin made you excited.Â
âlet them see how good i fuck you then,â he hummed, fingers flipping up your dress, plunging into your core that was so wet he slipped in. the squelch of his fingers was deafening, you thanked god the bathroom was empty.Â
he stuffed you into a stall, fingers still curling into you before he slipped your panties to the side, replacing his fingers with his cock. the pace he set was brutal, your hands bracing the wall above the toilet as he fucked into you from behind, hips slapping into your ass.Â
you fought to keep your moans inside, pointless as the sound of skin slapping would overpower them anyway. san groaned, âknew youâd be wet, naughty girl. you were basically begging me to fuck you on the dance floor for everyone to see.âÂ
a whine escaped you, nails clawing against the tile of the wall. he slipped a hand around your hips, coming between your legs, rubbing your clit at a pace he knew would have you coming in secondsÂ
âfuck, san, harder please,â you breathed out, head dipping below your arms, hanging between them.Â
he listened, quickening his pace, fucking you somehow harder than he was before. his fingers worked in a quick rhythm, making the pit in your stomach grow until you were overflowing on his dick.
âyeah, thatâs it, baby. cum all over my cock,â he was drunk off your pussy, words slurring together, keeping his pace on your clit to ride you through it.Â
when you were twitching from overstimulation he emptied himself inside you, head falling to the center of your spine. there was nothing but the sound of heavy breaths in the public restroom, you and san catching your breath and your sanity before he flipped your dress back down and zippered himself back up.
when you left the stall, jongho was washing his hands at the sink, barely giving you a glance as you stepped into view.Â
âhow long have you been in here?â san asked, a pink rising to his cheeks, looking like a completely different person than he had moments ago.
âunfortunately, long enough. broke the seal so i had no choice,â jongho shrugs as he grabs paper towels, drying off his palms. âmake sure you two wash your hands.âÂ
mingi đ«¶
the say my name stage always fucked you up, it never failed. being on stage period always fucked mingi up, that never failed either. it was safe to say that your post-show routine was always fucking backstage, it happened every stop, every show, you lost count of how many dressing rooms in foreign countries youâve been fucked within an inch of your life in.
what was abnormal was mingi not waiting until the show was over. always professional, mingi waited until everyone was no longer sprinting around backstage with mini-fans and makeup brushes to touch up the eight boys before they had to head back out onstage.Â
as he came off the stage, his walk was fast paced, precise. it wouldâve scared you if you didnât know what it meant. his fingers hooked around your arm, dragged you further backstage, and had you in a random closet in a stadium completely foreign to you.Â
he was quick to split you open, granted say my name was within their first set so you were already dripping by the time he made it between your legs.Â
âalways so ready for me,â he mumbled out, zeroed in on your center but eyes still not fully clear. in his post performance haze he was always rougher, selfish, not a care in the world for you. it was your favorite.Â
âput it in,â you barked out, hips bucking toward him and he was sheathed within seconds. giving you no time to get used to the stretch you wheezed, head lolling onto his shoulder, and he let loose.Â
he fucked you stupid, you joined him in whatever haze his brain was under as he pounded into you, hips clapping into the silence of the dark storage room. you heard footsteps outside but mingi made no moves to halt his thrusts, only focused on one thing, getting the two of you off before he had to go back onstage.Â
âare you fucking?â yunhoâs voice wasnât clear until he had the door open, light cascading into the storage room, yours and mingiâs necks snapping to look at the intruder.
he was smirking â he knew what he was walking into yet he did it anyway. you and mingi both smiled cheshire grins as yunho stepped inside the storage room, quickly slamming the door shut behind him.Â
âwhy didnât you invite me?â
wooyoung đââŹ
wooyoung had you splayed out on the bed, legs bent up with his head between them. eating you out was adjacent to your meditation time, as he calls it, it's his favorite way to wind down. after a long day, after a short day, during his day, it didnât matter when. wooyoung was always down to eat you out, eager even â he is a man not above begging.Â
your chin was shot back, eyes screwed tight, wooyoung had made you cum on his tongue twice so far and he was nowhere near finished.Â
after eating you through your second orgasm his licks had slowed down, easing up his pressure, making his tongue soft and pliable instead of hard and pointed.Â
soft moans left your lips, he knew by now how to work you through overstimulation, lazily licking at your clit until your moans turned to whines once more.
âtaste so fucking good, could eat this pussy all night,â his eyes were fully closed, he was in a dream. between your legs was his happy place, heâd die there a happy man, heâd admitted it more than once. more than ten times, at least.Â
when he noticed your breaths getting shorter and your moans shifting to a higher pitch he was sharp with his movements, picking up his pace, licking up your folds and sucking on your clit with swollen lips.Â
hongjoong bounced through the door, âhey wooyo, you- jesus fucking christ!âÂ
your legs snapped shut, closing over wooyoungâs head and he pried himself out of your cage with painted fingertips, jumping up to face hongjoong at the door.
âwhat?â wooyoung asked, palm swiping at his chin.
âiâm scarred,â hongjoong muttered, voice horrified with hands covering his eyes. your hands fled for the blankets, pulling them over your body with a speed you werenât expecting to have to use.Â
âwhat do you want, joong?â wooyoung asked, rushed yet still casual, sitting on his knees. his abdomen was clenched, muscles on display as he twisted backward, you didnât even care that hongjoong was in the room.Â
âi was going to ask if you had a spare pair of headphones,â his voice was barely above a squeak, hands still covering his eyes.
âoh, yeah i do, here, theyâre my sony 1000MXââ
âi donât give a fuck wooyoung, give them to me so i can leave.â
jongho đ§ž
you were hanging out with jongho in the dance practice room as he practiced the same routine again, the fifth time tonight.
he groaned in frustration after missing a step again, the same step heâs missed the past four times heâs gone through the routine. his hands cover his face, dragging down his cheeks.
you get up from your spot on the floor, making your way in front of him, grabbing his hands to hold in yours.
âwhy donât you stop for the night?â you tilt your head, nothing but warmth in your eyes as you stare into his, cold and irritated.Â
âi need to get this fucking right,â his lips are pursed, his eyebrows are knit together as he barks, âi need to clear my head.âÂ
within minutes he had you on your hands and knees atop the hardwood floor, bodies facing the mirror that spread across the wall, forcing you to watch yourself as he fucked you stupid.Â
âsee that?â he smirked at you through the mirror, fingers tight on your hips, ânothing but a cocksleeve whenever i want it, so willing for me.âÂ
his words were cool and calm, almost a threat on his lips as he abused your core. your eyebrows were tangled and your mouth hung open, knees and palms burning from the pressure against the harsh wood.Â
âyes, just for you,â you manage to choke out between thrusts, body jolting forward with each thrust.Â
âthatâs right baby,â he nods, his smile turning villainous, only fucking into you harder as he spits, âsuch a fucking whore, letting me fuck you in public like this.âÂ
you nod, eyes screwed shut, âd-donât fucking stop.âÂ
his chuckle is deep, his thrusts losing their rhythm, âyou want it? want me to fill this filthy pussy up?âÂ
the door to the practice room opens, san strolls inside with a smile on his face before he sees the two of you â he shrieked. âwhat the fuck!?âÂ
jongho stilled, laying himself atop your body, trying to cover you as best he could. his words come out nervous, âget the fuck out!â
san slips back out of the door, then peeks his head back in, âwait, when are you gonna be done? i want to practice.âÂ
âsan!âÂ
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Thinking about how protective of his kids Wade would be. Like he does not give a fuck. Logan could be a little bit too harsh and make their child cry, and Wade would unload his gun plus an entire SECOND clip into his gut and then put his foot on his throat, lean in, and be like:
"Don't you EVER talk to my fucking kids like that ever again if you want to stay in this house. You're here because I let you be. I don't need you* I can just as easily replace you** and I sure as hell won't let you treat our children like how we were raised. Do I make myself clear?" And if Logan doesn't agree within a certian amount of time, Wade would just shoot him in the head and walk away.
"....Papa?"
"Yes sweetheart?"
"...what happened to daddy?"
"Daddys taking a nap honey. He'll be alright in a couple minutes don't worry baby. Hey are you okay? You know daddy doesn't mean the things he says, right?"
The child nods, wiping tears from their eyes as Wade hugs them and kisses their head. "Daddy wasn't hugged as a kid, that's all. Hey! We should order pizza! Would you like that?"
And they nod softely but are still concerned with the fact that they saw their dad (who by now is sitting up) bleeding out on the floor two seconds ago.
"Oooh, Heeeyyy. Well, mornin' sleepy head! How was your nap. I think you had something to say to you. Don't you, Wolvie?" đ
"I... uhm... Sorry kiddo.. I- i didnt mean to yell at you like that.."
"Awww! Great! Now we can go to Vinnies as one big happy family! Yaaayy!" đ
The moral of this story is- Wade Wilson don't play when it comes to his kids.
*lies.
**another lie.
#parent au#deadpool and wolverine#poolverine#logan howlett#wade wilson#deadpool#wolverine#deadpool 3#deadclaws#tw blood#theyre so toxic your honor#i feel bad for their children..#yall are SO safe but SOO truamatized..
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Azriel x reader - In Between, part IV
Summary: waking up, you realise Lucien was completely right: the man sleeping beside you is an abuser. But how will you escape him and why does this shadow seem to be belonging with you ?
Warning: angst, lots of angst, mention of SA attempt, fight, mention of blood, kinda fluff if you squint, so much sweet Azzy you could die, but also threatening scary Azzy, nightmares, not proofread sorry, my English of course.
Note: again I wholeheartedly apologise for the late posting. Iâm so so so happy to get back !!! Here I met 4 there surely will be a part 5 and maybe a part 6 or an epilogue. But for this one, Iâm not really sure I like about how it turned out. Let me know in the comments I love when you have something to say ! Just remember to be nice and polite please ! đđ» love you all â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
Part I, part II, part III
The morning came quickly. Too quick for your liking. The second you opened your eyes, Aaronâs mouth was on you. You tried to push him back but seeing his face you understood that you were in a very bad position : his eyes were full of lust and hunger and they didnât seem to have anything stopping them.
Panic flooded in your veins and grabbing the sheets to have something covering you, you ran away from your bedroom. He followed you closely, screaming, and yelling that you were such an ungrateful slut, whom he had been too nice to wait for and that if you wanted it or not, he would take you anyway.
Fear had paralysed you and he caught you quickly before pining you roughly to the wall. His hands were on every inch of your skin. It felt disgusting, his mouth leaving saliva behind on the column of your neck, on your collarbone, your chest.
His hands were now dangerously closed to your core, and in a last moment of desperation you kicked him in the balls, pushed him off and ran in your bathroom.
Closing the door, he was already banging against it, screaming like a mad man. He was so strong that the door almost gave in twice. Fear had gripped you and you curled yourself in the corner of your bathtub, crying desperately for a different ending of your life than this.
You didnât want it to end now : you hadnât met your mate, your friendship with lucien was on thin ice because of you and you havenât even apologised. You regretted lots and lots of moments in your possibly missed life : you regretted not being able to see Nyx grow up, to continue your friendship with Feyre and last but not least you regretted not having kissed those beautiful lips that belonged to Azriel⊠Lucien was so right about you. How could he know you so much when you sign even yourself ? Of course you didnât want this psycho of male threatening to abuse you, as he exactly said the other day, you still werenât over Azriel. You still wanted Azriel, you needed him with every bit of your body and soul. They aches for the beautiful male. And now it was too late. The mere thought made you crying even more that you didnât sense the comforting and cold presence caressing your skin.
Not even minutes later the shoutings suddenly stopped and they transformed into pain, even agony screams.
Big steps were heard behind your door and you didnât even want to know who they belonged to : you had already accepted your fate. So you closed your eyes and waited for death to come like an old friend. But it never arrived, darkness and emptiness never found you. Strong arms wrapped around your shivering frame with care and attention, and your eyes bursted open when you sensed the familiar feeling of burn scars on your bare skin. Hazel sought for your eye colour with so much more worry than you could ever imagine. His mesmerising and deep eyes went down on your chest and shot up immediately with some light pink crawling under them : the sheet had managed to slide off your shoulder and it didnât cover you enough anymore. Ashamed you quickly out your hands to cover yourself a bit and draped the fabric better on your skin.
As Azriel walked out of your bathroom, you saw Aaron, hurt and unconscious lying on the floor of your apartment. He was in a bad state : blood coated his bruising face and you caught sight of two teeth or three inches away.
No words came out from Azrielâs mouth as he took off for the House of Winds and when he arrived. Even when Cassian and Rhysand came to him completely confused and panicked at your appearance. But he seemed to throw some orders at Rhys in his mind and definitely sent a warning glare to the long-haired man newt to him.
He brought to a room, a big dark one but still full of light. You were delicately put on a silky enormous mattress and given a fresh glass of water. Still no one spoke a word and you didnât even register when you started to fall in Morpheus arms.
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Sweat covered your body and a deep frown adorned your face when Azriel came back in his room to check on you. You were moving and kicking in your sleep letting fearful pleas and whines out of your presses mouth. Azriel ran to you trying to wake you up. He knew better than to let you in the horrible trap that can be your own fears all grouped in nightmares.
Tears stained your cheeks as your body went still and as your worst scenario faded away to leave room to the reality happening before you. Azriel was watching you closely, his hand caressing your still trembling frame and his voice shushing you. The sobs couldnât stop and you wrapped tightly your arms around his broad shoulders. Azriel never stopped your embrace and whispered :
âIâm here now, everythingâs fine. Youâre not in danger anymore, you are here with me and everything will be alrightâ
Rocking back and forth you calmed down a bit before responding.
âI thought.. I thought I was going to- toâŠ
-I know. But nothing will happen now, he will never be able to even lay a finger on you.â
With a shaky and raspy from all the crying, voice, you asked :
âYou promise ? Youâre sure ?
-I am and I promise.â
A strange tingling behind your ear and behind his as well marked your promise now forever engraved on your skins.
Since it was the middle of the night, you rapidly fell asleep again, in the comfort and security of Azrielâs arms. He tried not to sleep, but ended up doing so with the exhaustion from the panic and fear he had felt deep in his bones for hours today. You probably wouldnât even realise, but he had been so scared for you when the shadow came to warn him about what was happening to you. He had run and flown the fastest he could to come find you, knocking off some furniture in his trail. He couldnât possibly imagine another man laying forcefully his hands on you without your consent : no that was not going to happen, never, not when he was still breathing and his heart still beating.
Sound asleep, you were woken up by the sounds of dishes in the kitchen. What had happened last night slams back into you full force : Aaron and his attempt to ⊠no you didnât want nor need to think about it. You observed your environment, the dark room of Azriel, minimalist like him : a bed, a closet and some armoires but not much more. Except a mirror, a big mirror, standing in front of the enormous bed you were in. Your mind started to wander to the use of the said mirror just in front of a king-size bed costumed to big Illyrian wings, full of silky sheets so sweet at the touchâŠNo no no ! You couldnât go there stop that ! Your cheeks and neck heat up instantly. Shaking your head to make these obnoxious thoughts go away, you made your way outside the room and into the kitchen. There he was, beauty and charm both standing before you, making you both breakfast you assumed. He stiffened and turned to look at you when he sensed you. His hazel eyes trailed down your body to your thighs not covered by anything and quickly tuned back to continue what he was doing. You hadnât noticed but you were wearing a big and loose tee shirt that arrived to the middle of your thighs and a pair of boxers that were far from belonging to you. âOh shoot!â Embarrassment ran through your whole body of the situation : how could you have not seen that you were wearing his clothes ? But wait⊠how did you even get into his clothes ? Last time you remembered you were⊠oh cauldron boil you ! Your cheeks and hid behind your hand at some search of reassurance.
âI tried not to look if thatâs what youâre wondering about.
-Thanks, I guess. For that and the rescue and everything actually.
-Itâs okay really. About that, how are you doing, do you want to maybe talk about it or not, itâs up to you. I- I donât want you to think Iâm forcing you into something.
-Donât worry Azriel, Iâm okay, at least I guess I am.â
Silence returned and he placed two plates full of eggs, bacon, pancakes and fruits in them, on the counter, which you were seated to on a stool.
You ate in silence, enjoying a good meal after a whole day being asleep without eating.
âWho was he ? Azriel asked at of nowhere.
-What ?
-Who was he ? And why was he in your apartment ?
-His name is Aaron, Iâve seen him a lot these past few weeks. He slept at mine the night before.
-Like a date ?
-Yes like a date. And no Iâm not going to tell you details of our night. But the morning came and just as I woke he was on me and I couldnât do anything. And by the way, how did you even know I was in danger ?
-One of my shadow stayed with you after babysitting Nyx, despite me trying to get it back, and it came to me to warn me when you were in your bathroom.
-Where is he now ?â
Azrielâs look darkened and he didnât answer you.
âAz, where is he now ? You repeated your question, articulating each word.
-You donât want to know. Heâs being dealt dont worry if thatâs what is your concern.
-Oh..-â
As you were about to continue Cassian, followed quickly by Feyre barged in the kitchen. Feyre was the first hugging you.
âI am so so so sorry you had to live that, and I am so sorry I wasnât there to help you.â
She had tears in her eyes and still hoped that this was all a bad joke, that it never happened to you. Cassian was a close second to swim you in his arms for a big bear hug.
âDonât worry, with Rhys and Az weâre examining all the possibilities to make the bastard regret what heâs done to you.
-Thanks to you both.
-Yn, are you alright ? Feyre asked.
-Yeah I am, just feeling a bit empty but I am.â
You smiled at he worried face to prove what you were saying.
âDonât hesitate to ask any of us, if you need anything.
-Yes I promise, but I donât need anything for now⊠Actually, do you know where Lucien is ? And if he-âŠ
-Yes heâs aware, and feeling guilty about it but didnât want to tell me why. Heâs in his room here in the House of Wind because he didnât to be too far from you in case you needed him.â
You silently thanked her and sent a last thankful look to Azriel as you walked away to find your dear friend.
You donât even know how much time you spent in front of his door not knowing if you really had the guts to open it. As you put your hand on the doorknob, it opened and a sleep deprived red haired man appeared in front of you, shock adorning his features from seeing you. In a second you were in his arms and booths of you were crying so much that you were soaking each otherâs shirt.
âIâm sorryâ
You said at the same time.
âNo Lu, I am really I am. I shouldâve listened to you. I shouldâve understood your point of view and should not have treated you the way that I did. Youâve always been so good to me and all I have done is be such a brat to the bestest friend Iâve ever had. I am so so sorry.
-As I am. You are completely forgiven for what youâve said, even if I canât say that it didnât affect me.
-Yes I completely understand and I promis I will make up to you.
-I really am sorry too. I should have stayed and not yelled at you to tell you what I saw. I am sorry about that. I knew this guy was bad. I knew it !
-Yes, you were completely right. Again I apologise.
-Everything is forgotten now. And fortunately because I missed you braiding my hair.â
Cries transformed in laughs and hugs s and kisses from happiness of having finally found again your platonic soulmate.
You spent all day in Lucienâs room telling him about your babysitting week with Nyx and Azriel, about Aaron and what had happened. You avoided the parts where Azriel and you had slept tangled with each other or where you had made a bargain in the middle of the night, curling against him.
You left the House of Wind in the late afternoon with a pained Azriel, whose touch lingered on you a few seconds when he flew you down. The same shadow wrapped around your wrist and another one around your ankle.
You and Lucien has strolled around Velaris for the evening, you had tested out a little pastry shop near the Rainbow and had joked and laughed on the bridge of the Sidra.
You both walked to his flat, a mutual understanding that you didnât have the strength to go back to yours tonight. Before opening the door, you looked at the night sky, two stars caught your attention, one brighter than the other, that seemed a bit off tonight. Your hand felt drawn to your new tattoo behind your ear and gasped when your fingers made out the pattern now engraved on your skin : two shining stars that seemed orbiting around each others until they reached the other and became one.
âLu ?
-mmmh yes ?
-I think heâs my mate.â
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could it shine down here with you?
Rating: G | WC: 1.7k | Pairing: BuckTommy
Loosely based on this post by @loulovingho!
Summary:
Tommy doesn't realize until later that he already asked for Thanksgiving off.
Read it here on Ao3 or continue below!
Tommy is five, or maybe six, and he doesnât like Thanksgiving. His dad is screaming at his mom because the turkey isnât thawed. Heâs calling her a lot of words that Tommy thinks are really mean. Tommyâs dad yells a lot, but itâs rarely this bad. Tommyâs mom usually waits for it to blow over, but this time, Tommy watches from the living room entry as her face crumbles and she shoulders past Tommyâs dad, breezes by Tommy, and flees into their bedroom.
Tommy wants to follow her, but his dad grabs his arm, too-tight, and tugs Tommy away towards where the half-thawed turkey is laying on the ground, cold and slimy. When they get there, Tommyâs dad hands him a garbage bag and a roll of paper towels and says âYour mom needs some time alone to think about what sheâs done. Clean up this mess.â
Itâs okay, because later his mom comes out of the bedroom and kneels down, her eyes red and puffy, and she tells him, âIâm so sorry you had to see that, honey. You did a good job cleaning the kitchen. Itâs okay, we can still have dinner, even if I messed up the turkey,â and she makes Stovetop stuffing, and takes cranberry sauce out of a can, dishing them up on a plastic plate for Tommy, and a glass plate for her.
Tommyâs not sure where his dad went, but heâs glad itâs just him and his mom for a little while.
Tommy is twelve, and he hates Thanksgiving. He hates most holidays centered around football, actually. Itâs a double-edged swordâhis dad gets drunk, and his dad gets riled up, and heâs either too loud and happy, or too loud and mad. The Superbowl is Tommyâs least favorite time of the year. Especially when the Rams are playing.
The Rams arenât playing this year, but that doesnât mean Tommyâs off the hook. Tommy brings his dad beers when his dad calls for them, doesnât say a word to his old man, carefully doesnât flinch when his dad yells angrily at the screen.
For the most part, Tommy sits alone in his room and looks at the picture of his mom. Itâs her high school graduation, sheâs gleaming in her cap and gown. Tommy misses her.
Tommy knows that his family isnât normal. That itâs fucked up. But he also knows how to deal with his dad, especially now that his mom isnât around to instigate anymore. He doesnât know whatâs going to happen if he gets sent to foster care. He doesnât want to know.
Tommy also knows, somewhere, that itâs partially his own fault. Maybe if he was a better kidâsomeone his dad could be proud of, this wouldnât happen. He was always doing something to incur his fatherâs wrath. Plus, itâs not like his dad doesnât love him, in his own way. Tommy loves his dad, too.
Tommy makes his own Stovetop stuffing and cranberry sauce from a can. His dad doesnât eat it, but Tommy doesnât care, because at least he survived Thanksgiving without any more bruises.
Tommy is eighteen, and twenty-three, and thirty-one. Thanksgiving is in a shitty barracks at the base, a tiny studio in downtown LA, and the 118 firehouse. Itâs spent wolfing down an MRE, trying to figure out how to get his horrible stove to work, and eating Stovetop stuffing and cranberry sauce and praying that the alarm doesnât go off. There are the other soldiers, and Tommyâs rescue cat Teddy, and Howie.
The MRE is as it always is. You get used to the weird textures and instant coffee and chemical heat smell of the food warmer. The funny thing about Iraq, the thing that will keep Tommy awake for years and years, is that it gets cold during the winter. Tommy knew before he shipped out that he didnât know what much about the country, but now that heâs here, heâs stuck with sick realization after sick realization. The people here are scared, and the Army isnât helping. Tommy looks at the other soldiers in a way he shouldnât. Civilians are dying. War is messy in a way that allows people to excuse inexcusable violence. Tommy cannot speak the language, of either the Iraqi citizens or the people he was told would be his brothers. Iraq gets cold during the winter.
Teddy is an orange beauty, with long fluffy fur and a penchant for mischief. Tommy didnât ask for Thanksgiving off, but itâs a holiday at the Academy, apparently. So, heâs here, listening to the click of the gas range as it tries to light. Teddy watches from the tiny countertop with uncharacteristic judgment in his eyes. When the flame finally catches, Tommy laughs victoriously, and gets to work making stuffing and cranberry sauce for the first time in years. Itâs not gourmet by any means, just the Stovetop and the canned stuff, but it feels like his mom. It feels like heâs talking to her again. Tommy wonders if thereâs a universe out there where his mom got help before it was too late. He eats his food in the camp chair that furnishes his pathetic living room, with Teddy invading his personal space and trying to sneak a bite for himself.
Tommy keeps the tradition of making himself Stovetop and canned cranberry sauce. He keeps it the year Howie shows up at the 118 and immediately proves himself braver and stronger than Tommy ever could be. While everyone else is busy whining about missing their grandmaâs mashed potatoes, Tommy scrapes together his sacred traditional Thanksgiving feast. While Tommyâs not looking, Howie steals half of it.
âMm!â Howie sighs, âThat childhood nostalgia fakeness.â
âHey! That was mine,â Tommy says, without any real heat. He hasnât been able to muster anything beyond mild irritation for Howie since he saved his life.
âOh, because you were going to eat all of that in one sitting,â Howie scoffs, âIâll pay you back your dollar for my half if you really want.â
âNo, itâs fine,â Tommy huffs, scraping out the other half for his own portion. They sit at the table and eat together, and itâs the closest Tommyâs ever had to spending Thanksgiving with someone.
Itâs not until they finish eating and the bell rings that Tommy realizes Howieâs the only one who hasnât asked Tommy if heâs sad heâs missing out on the holidays.
For the most part, his Thanksgivings after the 118 are spent much the same way, but at Harbor, and alone. He gets to put his leftovers in the fridge and eat off them for a few days. Thanksgiving (save for deep fried turkey incidents) is a relatively tame holiday. No fireworks, at least.
Then, Evan.
A lot of things change for Tommy when Evan crashes into his life, all legs and a blinding smile. Evan is a whirlwind and the most beautiful man Tommy has ever seen. Evan is kind of everything.
When Tommy realizes heâs falling in love, it makes him sick to his stomach. He remembers loving his dad enough to excuse his anger, loving his mom enough to let her slip away, loving a country enough to enact its violence, loving the sense of belonging at the 118 enough to allow the kindest people heâs ever met to suffer. Tommy doesnât love right. He canât let Evan get tired of him and leave. He canât poison Evan until he turns into something cruel. So Tommy breaks up with him. Evan asks him to move in, and he can feel the iron jaws of a bear trap closing around his throat, so he breaks up with him.
Tommy doesnât realize until later that he already asked for Thanksgiving off.
(Thanksgiving came up between them for the first time when Evan asked if he wanted to do their own thing or go over to the grand 118 Thanksgiving Feast.
âI donât know,â Evan has shrugged, âI mean, I want to spend it with you. I donât want to pressure you into a big thing if you donât want to, or ifâif youâre used to smaller Thanksgivings. What does your family do for Thanksgiving?â
âUm,â Tommy had said, a little caught off-guard like he was every time they brushed up against the topic of family, âWe didnât really celebrate Thanksgiving. I usually just get a box of Stovetop stuffing and a can of cranberry sauce and call it a day.â
Evan had scoffed, mock-offended. âWell! In that case, weâre going. Mark your calendar. Youâre going to cream your pants when you try Bobbyâs turkey.â
Tommy had smiled and thought maybe. Maybe this will be the year.)
Tommy sighs and opens the box of Stovetop stuffing. His water and butter are already boiling, so he pours the mix in and watches it saturate. He stirs it and takes it off the heat to sit. A strange, painful sadness claws at the inside of his throat. It hurts. It hurts worse than it usually does.
He doesnât think about Evan and Bobbyâs allegedly orgasm-worthy turkey and Howie introducing Tommy to Jee-yun and how close they had all seemed at the hospital for Denny. He walks over to the mantle above his fireplace, with a small, framed pawprint inside, and Teddy 2021 written underneath.
Five minutes passes slowly without anyone to distract him. Tommy tries and fails not to think about every holiday heâs spent alone, or wishing he was alone. This is the first holiday heâs wished for someone in particular who wasnât his mom or Teddy.
Tommy eats stuffing and canned cranberry sauce at his kitchen table. Somewhere, Evan is in a house warm with love. Somewhere, Evan is loved, wholly and unconditionally. Tommyâs glad people love him. He deserves to be loved.
Tommy doesnât like watching football on Thanksgiving, so instead he puts on Mean Girls. After his stomach settles, heâs too tired to do anything but crawl into bed and sleep until his shift in the morning.
When Tommy gets to work, heâs surprised when Lucy says, âDelivery for you in the fridge, Kinard, you better eat it before I can get my hands on it.â
Inside the fridge is a glass Tupperware container wrapped in a plastic Chinese takeout bag. Thereâs a sticky note attached to it that says Bobbyâs turkey is even better the next day.
Tommy texts Evan and asks about it. Evan doesnât say anything back.
But he does get a text from Howie, and the timing is too quick to be coincidence. When youâre reheating it, remember to put half a teaspoon of water in the dish so it doesnât dry everything out in the microwave.
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Omfgffggff I js found u through the nerd guy fic and I'm obsessed!!!
Ik we are all not so sane here so,,,
If I can request a silly rebellious reader and stepdad punishing the reader for hanging out with good for nothing guy friends with skimpy outfits
:3 Thanks!!! ( You don't need to do ... this is straight up crazy ik lol )
Authorâs note: AHH HELLOOO IM SO HAPPY!!! AND OFC SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT!
Content below: use of y/n, AFAB reader, brat taming, punishment, use of nicknames such as babygirl, pet, cheating?, stepcest, minor writing smut, bratty reader, cigars, reader is 18+, dubcon.
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âUgh i told you, pick me up tomorrow. My stepdad is coming and i wanna act long enough so i can take some money from him. Then you and cain and me can have some fun! You bring the alcohol!â You giggle as you lay down in your very pink and girly room. The teddy bear your stepfather gave you for your birthday just slumping onto your pillows
You giggle as your best friend starts to ramble about how fun tomorrow will be and starts to ask the real questions âyour stepdad is hot! Not gonna lie, i mean! Hes a silver fox!â She squeals as you gag âyuck no! Live with him for a day and youâll see how controlling and bossy he isâ you mumble.
The laptop was still on video call as you roll around on your bed. You sigh as suddenly you hear a doorbell âshit! Be right back!â You yell and slam your laptop closed.
Your feet scramble to the door and open the wood separating you and your money machine.
âDaddy! Welcome homeâ you giggle and hug him. Ugh disgustingâŠhe smells like his cologne and smoke. He looks at you with disinterest and lets out a low hum. His eyes looking at your perked nipples from your lack of bra.
âHave you been studying? As i told you? I gave you two weeksâ he says, pulling away from the hug. What the fuck? Does he have a stick up his ass or something?
Oh yeah about that âah⊠yup!â You say with a lopsided grin, batting your eyelashes at the older man. He seems to see right through you but you dont really care, all you need is a few hours and his money and then you can meet your friends-
âYeah? Ill be testing you tonight.â He says bluntly and starts to head to the kitchen to get dinner for himself.
âWell⊠im heading out cain and nicoleâ you say, a little more happily then you mean to. He takes out a cigar and looks at you dead in the eyes. âNo.â He states bluntly âwearing a skirt that short? Thigh highs? And what is this..â he comes closer to you your chest almost just almost reaching his. He pinches at your left nipple âa flimsy piece of cloth, that you little ones call a top.â
You yelp and cover your chest âwhy the hell were you looking?â
âIm your father, and you are not going out like that, with your so called boyfriend who only wants you for your bodyâ he states. Grabbing the back of your top like a cat would.
He goes to his office and throws you on the chair and locks the door
âQuestion one, look at the fucking paper. A, B, C or D?â He loosens his tie and undoes his pants. Sitting you on his lap âthe faster you finish the faster ill let you goâ he says putting his cigar down.
âFuck! I dont know? B?â You say, you feel something warm against your cunt. You unconsciously grind on the feeling âbad girlâ he says as he pulls your panties aside and shoves the tip inside. You feel the slight burn and you tear up. Sick motherfucker is gonna rape you?
He grabs your waist and shoves everything inside in one go. No lube no nothing. Just raw fucking cock.
You yell and cry âfuck you! You sick piece of shitâ you attempt to get off his lap when he pushes you on your chest. His heavy balls against your clit.
âIts okay babygirl.. you dont need to use your smooth brain anymoreâ he whispers in your ear. Slowly moving in and out of you âyou can be my personal pet from now onâ his fingers gently rubbing circles on your clit. You moan gently, your eyes tearing up at the smell of your stepdad the one you used to love but now.. youâre not sure anymore
âDaddyâŠd-daddyâ you mumble dumbly, his cock slipping in and out of you. Your feet barely touch the floor âim sorry baby, this is your punishmentâ he says before his pace becomes faster and faster. You squeal and try to hold on to him. Your pussy squelches and pulses. Your ass connecting to his hips.
âD-daddy!â You cry. The swirls on your clit becoming faster yet precise âbecoming a dumb little girl already? Poor thing⊠must have been so pent upâ he coos, your brain is turning into mush as your legs shake from the pounding. Your cunny fluttering around him, be groans âah fuckâŠâ
His hand that was once on your clit, now on your nipple. Tweaking them just painful enough for you to keep your sanity in check. âNeed a new piercing on your nipples now. Maybe my initials?â He teases.
âI-im gonna cumâ you manage to mumble out. The wet skin slapping is making your brain fuzzy âdaddy.. i need your cumâ you say your tongue lolling out, awaiting his tongue.
He smirks at your now dumb form and gives a few more thrusts but pulls out at the last second.
âMaybe after you get the questions rightâ he says his gentle smile making you feel warmer.
(SORRY THIS IS BAD ILL WORK ON IT BETTER SOON ENOUGH, I WAS MEANT TO PUT THIS IS DRAFTS BUT ACCIDENTALLY POSTED IT)
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The Pirate King of the North: Part 3
Main Themes: Villain Sanji, Alternate Universe, Zosan Ship
Warning: Long post ahead with One Piece spoilers. Contains strong language, drug use and explicit content.
Part 1 | 2 | 3
Law
Zoro-yaâŠ
Zoro
DON'T.
Law
We've passed by the same block thrice.
Zoro growls. His fists clench as he continues to stubbornly walk ahead of the other man.
Law
Are you seriously this hopeless at directions?
Zoro
Shut up!! We're here.
Law cautiously looks around. His assumption was correctâthe green-head is an idiot.
Law
We're in a damp back alley that smells like piss, in the middle of the night, behind someâ
Just as Law is about to take another step, a couple of drunken men get roughly thrown out from a tavern and onto the stone footpath in front of him. The bouncer yells unruly curses their way and slams the door behind him. Law sighs, exasperated, and proceeds to follow Zoro, stepping over the writhing drunkards without a care.
Law
Lovely. Look, just tell me where you want to go and I'll take us there. We've wasted enough time already. Are you even sure that weâre on the right island?
Zoro
Shut up. This is the right place. Iâm sure of itâŠthis time.
Oh good, they haven't cleared it out yet.
Zoro confidently walks towards a large metal rubbish bin near yet another shoddy tavern. He readjusts the swords around his waist, and jumps up onto the container. The top half of his body hangs over the opening and the bottom half flails his legs to offset his balance to make sure he doesn't fall all the way in.
Disgusted, Law covers his face with his arm, glaring at Zoro's behind.
Law
You said you can get us in touch with the Pirate King.
Zoro ignores the man and proceeds to dig through the trash, arms deep. Some of the contents spill over the edge, and some he chucks in random directions by hand.
Law
Ugh⊠Is digging through the trash really how we get to him? It took us two whole days to travel just to get here for this?
Zoro
FOUND YOU!
With a couple of kicks in the air, Zoro's feet fall on the ground. He has his hands cupped together close to his chest. He quickly shuffles past Law, avoiding eye contact, and begins to whisper into his hands as he finds a quiet dark corner while his back is turned towards the other man.
Zoro
I need you working for me now. Come on.
âŠ
I'm sorry I threw you away. I was afraid that you were tapped. Or that you'll explode.
âŠ
C'mon. JustâŠI'll feed you extra or something. What do you guys like again?
Law's patience is wearing very thin. He approaches Zoro, tapping him on the shoulder with the handle of his own sword.
Law
Zoro-ya, what's going on?
Zoro jolts. He turns his head to look at Law over his shoulder. His ears have turned red. In the palm of his hand, two tiny curious orbs peek over at the doctor.
Law blinks in surprise, looking at the transponder snail with two curly brows above its eyes.
â
At the other end of the line, a den-den mushi with one eye awakens from its peaceful nap.
Den-den Mushi
Purupurupurupuru
A delicate hand answers the call. He lifts the snailâs handset close to his face.
Sanji
Hello?
My beloved! What can I do for you?
Mhmm⊠Uh-huh. Huh.
That sounds like fun. Sure, I'll help you.
I'll see you soon, my love.
Den-den Mushi
Click
The call put Sanji in a pleasant mood. He is on his bed, reading a book on his stomach while smoking a joint. The one-eyed transponder snail readjusts its shell happily before hiding inside itself comfortably for another long snooze. Sanji thinks that's a great idea, and snuggles himself further in the overly large pink feather coat that draped over him like a blanket, bumping the wavy red sunglasses that sat on his forehead.
Doflamingo shifts in reaction. He is splayed naked next to him with his hands behind his head, resting comfortably against an especially large pillow that looks proportional to his massive figure.
Doflamingo
âMy beloved,â hmm? Who was it?
Sanji
None of your god damn business, you ugly fuck.
Doflamingo lets out a deep sinister chuckle.
Doflamingo
This your new toy?
Sanji
He used to be.
Doflamingo
The swordsman, eh? I'm glad to hear that you're making progress.
Sanji
Thanks, cunt.
Doflamingo turns his head slightly, nodding at Sanji's hand with the stick.
Doflamingo
Pass it here.
Sanji stretches his hand and gently places the joint between Doflamingo's lips, giving him a chance to take a long deep drag.
As thanks, Doflamingo holds the air in his lungs, leans over and captures Sanji's lips onto his to breathe the smoke directly into his mouth, making the other man moan deliciously. He takes the hint and pushes further in, shoving his long pointed tongue further down his throat.
Sanji lets him flip him onto his back, welcoming his full weight by spreading his legs wide so the large man can fit between his figure. He opens his mouth, giving him further access.
After a few moments of exchanging deep penetrating kisses, Sanji exhales the smoke out through his nose. He pulls back slightly to look Doflamingo in the eyes.
Sanji
Don't touch him, okay?
Doflamingo
You're no fun.
Sanji
I'm serious.
At this point, Doflamingo knows when he can push his luck and when he can't, especially with that tone in his voice. He raises a hand, telling the other man that he won't bother him further about it. Shifting back onto his pillow, he returns his gaze to the blue and the green-haired commanders standing guard by the doorway. They'd been assigned to make sure that he behaves himself which is the usual routine, but nevertheless he finds it entertaining that they always refuse to watch the show directly in front of them or make any eye contact at all.
DoflamingoÂ
Think the blue one will actually let me have a go at him this time?
Sanji
Only if you want your dick bitten off, darling.
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A little drink to quench the thirst. Doffy is a big boy.
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I went back and forth on posting this but does work as a stand-alone for a hypothetical missing fight and I have posted all the other ones here. These are all an attempt to get us to the beats of cannon in the same timeframe, but not have it feel rushed.
They can all be found on Ao3: The Cycle
Vi, rightfully, is furious.Â
She wakes spitting venom and lashing out. Caitlyn has tried very, very hard not to think about the moment Vi is fully cognizant. She is certain Vi is going to yell at her, probably about Jinx. Sheâs just not sure which part of it sheâs going to yell about. But Vi zeros in and spits about the arrest. And even though Caitlyn has sworn she is not going to rise to the bait, the arrest is the one thing she did not do. Caitlyn has enough of her own sins Vi can yell about. Caitlyn snaps and Vi snarls and then she justâjust leaves. Leaving Caitlyn with an ache in her chest and a low in her gut that screams for something more.Â
Caitlyn ignores the urge firmly.Â
Until she needs something from her room.Â
Part of her prays Vi is going to be gone when she gets there. Itâs only a matter of time before she flees. Caitlyn knew she would look at her with hatred when she woke up. She knew but itâs like anticipating a stab. The anticipation makes it hurt all the more. She needs to relax into the pain. Breathe into it. Sheâs had a long time to drink in Vi. To memorize her scars an features, to think on her actions. Vi has been unconscious the entire time. They are on different levels . Again. At one point that was her worst fear when it came to Vi. Now the image of her body washed in antiseptic with machines breathing for her is permanently brand by behind her eyes. It still aches when she opens the door and the room is predictably empty. The only sign anyone was here is the dangling tube Vi ripped out of her arm.Â
âShitââ
But not the bathroom.Â
âShit. Shit--â the swearing continues, low and angry. Caitlyn hears the toilet paper spin through the door, âfuck.â
âVi,â she raps on the door, âmay I come in?â
âNo!â the answer is snarled though the door.Â
âNo?â Caitlyn repeats, âVi, the bleeding is not going to stop,â the toilet paper roll stops spinning, âitâs me or my father. Which do you want?â
What is she still doing here?
âFine!âÂ
Caitlyn opens the door easily. Vi is standing in front of the toilet closet, ball of toilet paper in her hand. Thereâs red spotted paper everywhere. Red across Viâs stomach. Caitlyn has sworn things will go slow, she will give Vi everything she needs. But her heart clenches at the splatter and before she can stop herself sheâs in front of Vi, shoving her shirt up to check the bandage. Vi jumps back at the touch like Caitlyn has burned her. All the fears Caitlyn had about being the one to touch her come roaring back as Vi puts several steps between them. Her face is twisted, lip curled. She looks like a snarl made human.Â
âSorry,â Caitlyn says quickly, âI thoughtââ
âI didnât tear those!â Vi snarls, âIâm not that useless.â
âI never said that!â Caitlyn shoots back.Â
âYour face did!â Her tone pitches in volume, âI guess you were too busy arresting my sister!â
âShe surrendered!â Caitlyn screams right back.Â
âI bet you just loved that!â Vi continues, ignoring Caitlynâs very fair point, âhow many wet dreams have you had about her surrendering?!â Caitlyn reels with the accusation and something cruel sparks in Viâs eyes, âSo you got your satisfaction because Caitlyn Kiramman always gets what she wants in the end and us Undercity scum are just left following in your wake!âÂ
Caitlyn screams.Â
She canât help it. tâs like sheâs been holding her breath this entire time. Maybe since her mother died. Certainly sheâs been holding it while Vi lays and dies, while she brings endless trays to Jinx and tries to sort out the entire mess sheâs gotten them into. Sheâs reshaped the world with her grief, brought them to the brink of war. And somehow that is easier to reconcile than the helplessness of watching Vi lay there. Of hearing the truths from Jinxâs lips. It rips from her chest in one brutal noise that echoes around the bathroom.Â
She hasnât screamed in here since Jinx clawed her fingers around her mouth and cut the sound off.Â
This one just echoes around the vast space. Over the blood soaked tissues and the woman in front of her who Caitlyn loves but doesnât love her back. Who thinks she is horrible and doesnât know that Caitlyn has been fighting her way back this entire time. That the mere memory of Viâs love is enough to carry her through. But she cannot say that. She cannot force the apology from her lips so she just howls.Â
She grips the lip of the sink afterwards, panting like sheâs run for miles. Like they are back on that battlefield and she is dragging Vi away. She is vaguely aware of Vi standing there staring at her. She drags her eyes up to the mirror. Viâs remain locked on her. Confusion has wiped across the rage. Whatever response she was expecting from Caitlyn, apparently her screaming was not it. Caitlyn tries to collect herself as Vi watches her in confusion. Unsure of what to do. Of course she is unsure, itâs the first time sheâs been upright for any stretch of time. Caitlyn does not know how she is standing. The blood loss is not helping matters.Â
âI apologize,â she says, collecting herself, âyouâre right. May I see your arm?â
Vi thrusts it out wordlessly. Probably to get out of the bathroom as quickly as she possibly can. Caitlyn doesnât blame her. Vi has angrily ripped out the catheter. Caitlynâs actions have once again torn at her. Caitlyn guides her elbow over to the sink and opens the medicine cabinet to pull out the hemostatic gauze. Things go almost automatic. She places it on the crook of Viâs elbow and curls her arm around it. Itâs like moving automatically as she undoes the wrist brace with one hand and puts it aside to wipe clean. She wets regular paper and wipes the blood from Viâs wrist, careful not to get anything else wet.Â
Then she remembers Vi is watching her.Â
âSorryââ
âStop apologizing,â Vi cuts her off, âyouâseem better at this,â her eyes narrow, âAmbessa give you time to have hobbies?â
âMy father is a doctor,â she reminds Vi.Â
âBullshit, Iâve seen your patch jobs, Cupcake,â she says, âthis is new.â
Caitlyn checks the pad, pleased with the progress before she returns he hand to Viâs elbow to keep it up. Instead of the smooth, familiar skin of Viâs elbow, her hand meets Viâs own. That snaps her back into the present. Vi is awake. She can hold up her own elbow. Caitlyn has just gone on automatic given how many times she has cleaned Vi up. Vi is considering something. Her eyes drag around the bathroom and she peers over Caitlynâs shoulder. The entire time her elbow remains around the gauze, arm lifted above her heart. Her eyes lock onto Caitlyns.
âYouâve been taking care of me?âÂ
âYes,â Caitlyn says, âIâm sorry I know this was an overstep. I wanted to make you as comfortable as possible. Youâve been under the care of doctors. Not my father.âÂ
âAnd this?â She says, jerking her head to the bandage.Â
âI thought you wouldnât like a stranger touching you. Or you would like that less than if I did,â Caitlyn says, âwe worked together,â she tries to justify, âso I thought I was the better option.âÂ
Vi looks away. Caitlyn hates that she cannot look at her. All this time she only wanted Viâs eyes to be open. Now she wishes desperately they could look at her. What right does she have to want anything from Vi? She turns to the wrist brace and focuses on wiping it clean. She can do this at least. While Vi gathers her strength to yell at her like Caitlyn deserves. She dries the brace with one of the cloths by the sink and offers it to Vi. She can ask someone else for help. Then she can come back and yell some more. Caitlyn can at least let her have that.Â
Vi offers her wrist instead.Â
âYeah, youâre right,â she says quietly, âI would have hated that.âÂ
Caitlyn focuses only on Viâs wrist as she tries to do the brace up without touching her. Viâs arm wiggles and she immediately flattens her hand along the join, supporting it. Like when Vi was limp. She looks up to see something satisfied on Viâs face at the contact. Caitlyn feels her own face get hot as she tuns back to the wrist in her hand, easing the brace on it and doing it up. Vi straightens her arm fully and lets Caitlyn wind the gauze the rest of the way around the injury.Â
âWhy?â Vi blurts out abruptly, catching Caitlyn off guard, âI was unconscious, why did what I want matter?âÂ
Sheâll go to the ends of the earth for the people she loves.Â
âWhat you want always matters,â she says, âI know I havenât been the best at showing you that lately. For that I am sorry.âÂ
Vi stares at her in total confusion. Suddenly everything between them seems to fall away. Itâs like they are back in the bedroom, Vi in her red jack and her in her purple dress. Vi is staring at her like she has reached into a place she did not even know existed. It sends a warm feeling through Caitlynâs chest. Surprising someone as brave as Vi, someone who tries to plan for the worst case in every scenario. But still tries anyway. Caitlynâs never impressed anyone like that, not in a way that means something. Vi doesnât leave the bathroom when Caitlyn finishes. Instead she joins her next to the sink. They both lean against it silently, but close enough to feel Viâs warmth.Â
âSo that screamâ
âI donât know what that was,â Caitlyn starts.
âHow long you been holding that in?â Vi asks.Â
Caitlyn sighs.Â
âProbably since my motherâs funeral,â she admits.Â
Vi nods.Â
The feel of her thigh next to hers catches Caitlyn off guard. Vi doesnât look at her, doesnât acknowledge that sheâs moved closer. But something warm curls through her belly. She has spent so long touching Vi in a practical way. A chaste way. Now Vi is not limp, not choiceness. And she chooses to press her thigh to Caitlyns. To stand next to her in the bathroom. Instead of doing what she wants to do and run off to see her sister. Some part of her wants to be here with Caitlyn.Â
What will you do if she chooses me?
Itâs hard to be loved like that.
âThatâs a long time,â Vi says finally.Â
Caitlyn nods. Vi opens her mouth and then closes it, blowing out a breath. The question hovering.Â
âSheâs as fine as Iâve seen her,â Caitlyn says, âI got her to eat every third day at minimum. We talked.â
Viâs eyes go wide and hungry.Â
âYou talked?â She says, âwith words?â
âYes,â Caitlyn says.Â
Vi looks like she cannot comprehend what is being said.Â
âBullshit,â she says but thereâs no anger there, âwhat did you talk about?â
She loves you.
Do you love her?
Will you still love her?
âHow your sister almost blew me up when I ruined your job in Jayceâs lab,â she says instead.Â
âWait, what?!â
Caitlyn inclines her head. Viâs disbelief mirrors her own. It helps given how annoyed Jinx looked. Apparently she is not the only one who cannot wrap her head around the idea. Surely the pair of them have to be right and Jinx is justâtoo smart for her own good. Vi turns fully towards her, breaking the contact and staring at her in disbelief. But she knows exactly what she is talking about. Caitlyn can practically see her flipping though her memories, trying to pinpoint the moment.Â
âI dropped something from a box.â
A surprised laugh leaves Viâs lips. A sound Caitlyn wasnât sure if she would ever hear again. Especially with her speaking. She can see the recognition plain on Viâs face. Recognition and warmth and something more. Something Caitlyn canât quite put her finger on. But something she wants to see more of in those alert grey eyes.
âThat was you?â She nods, âyou scared the crap out of me, Cupcake,â Vi says.Â
The nickname cuts through Caitlynâs core Cupcake. She likes it so much when Vi calls her Cupcake now. She really is turning into such a sap. Caitlyn knows it has nothing to do with the nickname. It has to do with the way Viâs eyes light when she says it, the way her mouth twists like sheâs proud of thinking of it.Â
âThen I guess weâre even,â she says. Vi goes silent. Considers her with those sharp grey eyes of hers, âAbout that anââ
Vi touches her knee.Â
âYeah,â Vi cuts in, âthink weâre even.â
She will never, ever be worthy of this love.Â
But she will spend the rest of her life trying to be.Â
âI need to go take care of some things,â she says getting to her feet.Â
Vi watches her with some confusion. Caitlyn hates to break the contact. But she knows her time is running out. Vi trails her out of the bathroom and watches as she goes into the closet and puts a fresh shirt in front of her. Vi is already in her boots. Caitlyn goes to the door. Everything in her wants to stay in that room with Vi gently touching her knee. But this is not about what she wants. She has taken enough. Vi would willingly give her the world without a second thought. Caitlyn refuses to let that happen.Â
âI know it may be too soon to speak about the upcoming battle,â she says, âbut if you need to find me I will be at the Hexgate with all the guards.â
Vi inhales sharply.Â
âWhen will you be back?â She asks, voice tight.Â
âI donât know,â Caitlyn says.Â
She reaches into the bedside drawer and produces a small bottle of white tablets, placing them on the table next to Vi.Â
âThese should help with the pain if you are moving around too much,â she says.
She walks to the door.
Viâs eyes are hot on her neck. There is so much Caitlyn wants to say. So much she wants to repeat. She wants to tell Vi everything, make her understand the answer to Jinx's question has always been 'I will love you anyway'. But this is not about her. And Vi has given enough. So Caitlyn gathers up the part of her that wants to beg Vi to please not go far. Or to please come back. Or to please stay, since she just got here. Since Caitlyn loves her more than she knew she could. But right now that is not what Vi needs. She needs what some part of her has always needed. She needs to go get her sister.Â
"Don't pull or lift anything heavy," she says instead, "nothing more than opening a door."
Then she opens her own and walks away.Â
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I was wondering if u can do hazard dating fem!reader who was in a really bad abusive relationship that sheâs having a ptsd attack but thank fully hazards there to comfort reader đ«¶
If ur uncomfortable doing this thatâs ok!
Omg hey hey hey. Thank you so much for the request! I had a very fun (not) time writing this because the subject is horrible but i had fun making the abuser eat absolute shit tho. If anyone is suffering from an abusive relationship please tell a trusted loved one, i know it is very hard with all the manipulation and everything but you are strong! and you can survive! You can also vent to me if you need to :) TW: Depression, Eating disorder mention, abusive ex, Story will go into detail with mental/physical abuse. PTSD attack, anxiety attack. I have never experienced PTSD attacks or seen anyone having them so i had to go off on what google offers. Sorry if its badly written!!
NOT PROOF READ!!! (3.5k words i think.) - She doesnât know how this one big sweet hunk of a man had managed to slither his way past her walls. She thought her defenses would be good enough, she thought no one could ever get past them again. But here she is, walking hand in hand with him. He was chattering about his latest adventure with the phreak gang, being so enthusiastic while explaining every little detail. She loved to listen to him, she actually preferred that as well. She was not the one to open up easily about anything, not about her feelings, her needs, nothing. In the past she was in a relationship with this one guy she fell in love with madly. She would have done anything for him, she really loved him. And at first it seemed like he loved her as much too, their relationship was perfect. They were the sweethearts of their college, the perfect couple, always the prom king and queen. He would spoil her with gifts and compliments, he would take her on expensive dates and bring her along on family trips. Everything was just perfect⊠Then it all changed in a blink. He would stop showering her with compliments and gifts, obviously she wasnât with him for the gifts and luxuries⊠But she also wasnât with him for those cruel insults he would throw her way. He would insult anything she did, he would negatively comment on her appearance and weight. âWhy arenât you taking care of your skin as well as Stacey does? I can already see pimples forming on your cheek.â âYou should really start hitting the gym. Youâve gained a bit of weight. I donât wanna be seen with a pig.â âGet yourself together, I have standards to keep up.â He would always compare her to the other popular girls, those who were the spoiled rotten kind girls. Blondes with green and blue eyes, having the latest designer clothing and bags. All of this really damaged her self-esteem, she couldnât look at herself in the mirror anymore. All she would see was this hideous monster with all the flaws and imperfections. Worst of all was the fact she knew she should leave him, but every time she tried talking to him he would fire back at her, manipulating her into thinking she needed him and that he was only trying to help her take âbetterâ care of herself. âNo one would want you in that state, I'm the only one who still wants to help you!â âPlease. Do you seriously think any guy would want a pig like you? Be happy I'm even allowing you to stand so close to me.â
And she believed himâŠ
She stayed together with him for at least a year after his cruel personality came to be. Though the insults were not the only problem. It didnât take long for him to pick up on partying and drinking again with his friends. He would go out to parties, rarely taking her with him, he would make out with other women and sometimes even have one night stands with them. The audacity he had to bring them to HIS house where she also lived. It hurt her so much to see him with another woman. The first time it happened she confronted him the next morning after the random girl had left, she cried out yelling at him. âHow could you do this to me???!!â The answer she was met with was a slap to her face. Her eyes wide as she held her cheek, afraid to even look at him again. He started yelling back at her, throwing his hands around in frustration. After many times of asking her to look at him he had enough and took hold of her shoulders forcing her to look at him with her shock filled gaze. âHow am I supposed to live with a ridiculous girlfriend who canât take care of herself AND canât even fill my needs huh?!!â He yelled at her face, pushing her down on the floor, rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration. She quickly scrambled away from him, jumping straight into her bed, crying into her pillow. Never in her life did she think he would lay his hands on her, hurt her like that. She doesnât know why she didnât just leave right then and there, maybe it was the months of manipulation at that point that still kept her under the roof. Or maybe it was the fact he had also gone as far as to threaten her if she ever left him. She was truly stuck and scared for her life. Her mentality had been scarred for good, she was depressed, she felt lifeless. She wanted to die, she wanted out of this situation. Her eyes were dull, no life behind them. She had developed eating disorders due to his comments and she had stopped taking care of herself all together. Her head was filled with nothing except self destructive thoughts and the need to escape this hell. The emotional abuse continued, and was even worse now. He kept on cheating on her with girls to satisfy his own needs, not bothering to even touch her in any way anymore. In his words she was too hideous to even look at. Not that she really cared honestly, she was glad he didnât pay any attention to her, but still for some reason he didnât kick her out. As she was one night scrolling through a social platform, looking at everyones happy lives, imagining hers could be like that as well had shen ever met her bf. She decided to go on his account, see what she was up to, what she saw made her heart break even more than it already was. He was posting a lot about her, acting as if he was her savior, making himself seem like an angel. So this is why he sometimes asked her to pose for a picture, the only
times he would give her small kisses or act sweet, the little hope she had began to get, vanished in an instant. She was only a pawn for him to use, she was a prisoner .It was during a shopping trip that the very thing she had been wishing for finally happened. Her bf had decided to take her out shopping for the first time in months, tired of seeing her in the same pair of clothes. She looked at the clothes in the thrift store, yeah he wouldnât take her to expensive places anymore, apparently she wasnât worth more than a few bucks to him. Not that she really cared anymore, she was never worth anything to begin with. After the very short shopping session they walked out of the store. She wasnât really looking where she was walking and accidentally bumped into someone much bigger than her. She fell down on her ass, dropping her bag in the process. âOh shit! My bad lassie-â The voice said, clearly someone Scottish. She looked up and oh lord the sight she saw. A very tall and frankly very muscular guy. He had blonde hair, his jawline was strong. He had a very stylish leather jacket on him, he was also pretty much half cybernetic. And his eyes⊠those beautiful orange-ish eyes, so full of life and energy⊠the complete opposite of hers. She was about to open her mouth and apologize but was cut off by her boyfriend. âDonât apologize man, she shouldâve been looking ahead.â Her boyfriend scoffed, taking hold of her arm and lifting her up rather harshly. âCmon, apologize to him.â He demanded of her, giving her that look, she knew she would be in trouble later. âI-Im so sorry mister.. It was m-my bad.â She struggled with her words, not used to talking with other people. âItâs alâright. But are ya okay las?â He asked, one eyebrow raised a little bit after witnessing the way that man talked to her. She was surprised. Someone worried about her? Someone asking if she was okay? No no⊠He must be talking to her boyfriend. She was about to answer again but was stopped with a hard grip on her shoulder, making her wince. âSheâs alright. Now go on mate, don't stick your nose into business that ainât yours.â Her boyfriend said, turning her around to walk off. âAy, wait up just a second here lass. Yer partner obviously ainât feeling too well. And based on what Iâve seen by a minute I donât think yer treatinâ her correct.â He said, stepping closer,
stopping her boyfriend by holding onto his shoulder. âGet your fucking hand off me. She is perfectly fine with me, right babe?â Her bf asked, threateningly. She stared between her boyfriend and the stranger. This could be her chance to escape from his constant torment and abuse, but the thought lingered, his threats made her hesitate a lot. âNo no⊠(Name) this is your time. Who cares about his threats, you NEED to get out.â Her mind would yell at her. âNo.. No i'm not fine! He has been tormenting me for ages⊠I-I need help, please!â She said loudly, escaping from his grasp, her heart beating so fast. âYou little fucking bitch! Iâll kill you-â He yelled out, about to punch her, only to be stopped by the strangers hand grasping his wrist. âWill you shut yer pus and get lost dafty.â He said, the threat evident in his voice. Her boyfriend stared at the stranger, his eyes wide. He let out a yell and went to punch the stranger, only to be met by a cybernetic hand to the face, knocking him out cold immediately. She gasped, looking away from the scene, afraid. âSorry about that wee yin. Had to teach that scabby lass a lesson. Ya alright?â He turned to stare at her, keeping his distance, not wanting to scare the poor girl more. âI- thank you⊠Thank you so muchâŠâ She cried out. âIt was nothinâ Could tell he wasnât treatinâ ya right. The nameâs Hazard, what about yus?â The man said, holding out a hand to give a gentle shake, if she wanted to of course. â(Name..)â She gave a weak smile, accepting the handshake.
- That all happened a good two years ago. It took a lot of time for her to open up to the idea of dating again. Hazard never pushed her into anything, nor did he really talk about wanting to be in a relationship with her directly. Of course from the day he met her, he already felt a certain pull towards her. Half a year after they met and started regularly hanging out his feelings truly became clear to him. She on the other hand felt safe for the first time in her life after they began hanging out, but the fear of it all going wrong again made her very scared and wary of everything they did together. It took her a good year before she realized she liked him, she didnât know if she should pursue her feelings, and talk to him about him. She didnât even know if he felt the same, she didnât know if he would want to date someone as scared and vulnerable as her. After a long talk and feelings shared they shared a deep and meaningful hug, and they began dating slowly but surely. He assured her that every step of the way he would respect her boundaries, he would never initiate anything between them, she would have all the power. She respected that, a lot. A few months into their relationship she was ready to open up more about her past with her ex. She told him how he treated her, how her mental health suffered greatly because of him. How she was still struggling with her self esteem and mental problems because his words and actions would forever haunt her. Hazard listened through everything, gave her warm hugs whenever she started breaking down while explaining her story. Telling her it was never her fault and that her imperfections were what made her beautiful. He helped her get onto her feet, helped her with her eating disorder, getting her back to a healthy weight slowly but surely. Her hair got longer and more healthy, her bones slowly getting covered and her skin becoming more colorful. She still struggled with nightmares to this day, but whenever she woke up in tears he was there to wipe them away and calm her down. At the half year mark of their relationship she finally got the courage to kiss him, to let him hold her in a more intimate way, she loved every second of it. It had been so.. so very long since someone had loved her like Hazard did. He never went further than kissing her sweetly, he never even touched her unless she guided his hand somewhere on her body.
Her thoughts got cut off by Hazard patting her on the shoulder, pointing at the cafe they were supposed to eat at. She smiled at him and they went inside, ordering their food and going outside to eat. âAy. Iâm gonna go use the restroom real quickâ ait bonny?â Hazard smiled at her, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. âOf course darling, I'll wait out here.â She smiled at him, watching as he got up and headed into the cafe. She stared at the scenery around her, looking at all the people walking around and socializing with each other. She felt so happy with Hazard, she felt lucky that she bumped into him when she did, otherwise she feels she would still be trapped or in the worst case scenario dead. As she bit into her croissant, not really paying attention to her surroundings her ears picked up a familiar voice, her heart stopped for a moment, her eyes widening in panic. That voice⊠no no.. it canât be. It can't be! She raised her gaze just slightly to see her abusive ex talking with his now possible partner. A really hot one at that, obviously he would only go for the model type girls. She stared for a moment, a mistake she would soon come to regret as his gaze wandered before landing onto her. His mood shifted, happiness turning into anger. She knew that gaze. The look he would always give her whenever he was angry or disappointed with her, the gaze he had when he laid his hands on her. He said something to the girl before walking towards her. No no no no! She panicked, immediately opening her phone and typing a panicked message to Hazard, hoping he would notice it quick enough. Her heart was racing, her anxiety skyrocketing, all the bad memories crashing down around her in an instant. She flinched as she felt a hand slam down in front of her, she almost dropped her phone in the process too but held it close. âLook what we have here. Little piggy out here eating all by herself. Still havenât been able to let go of the treats huh? No wonder youâve gained so much weight again!â He laughed mockingly. She couldnât answer, she couldnât look at him, the only thing she could do was sit completely still, eyes glued to the ground, shaking. He got irritated fast by her ignoring him, he took hold of her jaw, forcing her face to turn to him.
She screamed out alerting all the other people nearby, some of them continued on and some just stared. âLook at me when I'm talking to you bitch!â He spat at her. She refused to listen to him, this angered her ex and he was about to say something again, only to be lifted off of her into the air. She stared as Hazard held him up high by the collar of his jacket, anger filling her usually sweet and collected boyfriend. A look she had never seen before, and didnât want to ever either. Her mind blocked out everything he yelled at her ex, she had stopped looking too, she held her head in her hands, her body shaking uncontrollably, she was about to have a breakdown. She heard the sound of a hard punch being thrown at someone and then a table getting smashed. Some people trying to get in between the fight and stop it. And as quickly as it all started it ended. Her ex was bruised and bloody on the ground, his now current girlfriend trying to wake him up, yelling profanities at Hazard. âHaud yer wheesht hackit. Yer boyfriend had it cominâ shouldâve never come close to (name) again.â Hazard scoffed, before turning to (Name), seeing her in such a state broke his heart. âCome on bonny, letâs get outta here.â He said. She could only slowly nod as he took hold of her hand leading her away. The car ride was long and silent, Hazard kept looking at her, wanting to make small talk but he could tell she was in a bad place right now. As they finally arrived home she immediately got out of the car and ran inside her apartment, Hazard quickly following after. The moment she got inside her bedroom she fell to her knees breaking down completely, all the panic and years worth of memories breaking free. She cried out loudly, curling up into a small defensive ball, her body shaking like crazy. She couldnât breathe, all she could hear and see were the memories. She could only hear her exâs hurtful words, she could only feel the pain he inflicted on her. She was completely dissociated from the real world, being kept as a prisoner in her own memories. A few seconds felt like minutes to her. She was sweating profusely, her heart thumping against her chest.
Hazard ran into her bedroom, kneeling next to her, he didnât know what to do. He had never seen this before, sure she had small episodes here and then but this was different. This was so much different. He tried to give her shoulder a reassuring squeeze but was met by her body twitching violently at the touch and her screaming out.
âSTOP! DONâT HURT ME PLEASE!â She would yell, thinking Hazard was her ex. âNo no no.. Bonny⊠Itâs just me, youâre fine, youâre alright⊠Iâm here.â Hazard spoke in such a sweet tone, trying to get her to calm down at least a little bit. She was still sobbing, still curled up not responsive. He didnât give up, he talked to her through it all, he didnât touch her, he didnât want to trigger another reaction from her. He just talked, he told her about their old memories together having fun and laughing at stupid things. He talked to her about his gang, the things they do and the embarrassing memories of himself.
She was starting to calm down just slightly, her shaking becoming minimal, her loud cries turning into small sobs here and there. He would praise her for doing so good, for being a strong survivor. It had been almost an hour since her episode began and she was finally beginning to calm down enough for her body to relax. She wasnât curled up into a tight ball anymore, she was still lying on the floor though, still unable to look at him.
âYer doinâ so good wee yin. Iâm proud of ya.â Hazard smiled, breathing out a sigh of relief.
âH-hazard..?â She mumbled out weakly, lifting herself up just slightly to look at him.
âYeah bonny? Iâm here, whateva you need Iâll get it for yaâ Hazard said.
âD-Donât leave me⊠please just.. just hold me.â She begged.
He didnât need to be told twice, he didnât even need to answer as his hands found themselves around her waist, pulling her into his embrace. She sat on his lap, her face in his bare chest, listening to his calm heartbeat, the warmth of his skin soothing her. His hands rubbed her back lovingly, whispering quiet praises into her ear. Her sobs disappeared completely, her body was now relaxed, her heart no longer racing and thumping against her chest. She could feel herself succumbing to fatigue, her vision slowly blacking.
âTired.. I'm so tiredâŠâ She mumbled against his chest.
âI got ya. Letâs get into bed aâright hun.â Hazard said, as he lifted her from the ground, holding her close.
He got into bed, still holding her close to her, having her almost on top of him. He pulled the covers over her and stared at the top of her head, giving her a small kiss to calm her down more. âIm never leaving yer side alright? Sleep well bonny.â He mumbled, still giving gentle rubs on her back. She felt safe, she could sleep without worrying about anything. She knew Hazard was a good man, she let sleep take her into dreamland. And for the first time in a long long time she did not see nightmares. She only saw Hazard in her dreams, she saw dreams of their future, living out their days together in happiness. A smile decorated her face, a sight that made Hazard's heart jump in happiness. He truly loved this woman to bits, he would do anything for her, Anything.
- our little green flag bf.
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Mammon: Break'n
Obey Me! Fanfiction (Aug 2020) See my Masterlist Featuring: Mammon x Female Reader Word Count: 1700 Warnings: NSFW, Drama & High Emotional Tension âMammon, let go.â You snapped unsuccessfully trying to free your wrist from his grasp. âNot yet.â Mammon replied pulling you toward his room. His room was the last place you wanted to be right now. This was one of the few places where he felt comfortable acting âfamiliarâ with you. One of the places he didnât pretend you were âjust some humanâ Lucifer assigned him to protect. It wasnât fair. Not after what just happened. âI mean it! Let go of my arm!â You started pulling back more earnestly and his grip slipped. For just a moment you felt only cool air against your skin. You felt both excited and disappointed at the same time as you brusquely changed direction. heading instead for your own room. This was what you wanted right? To get away from him? So, he couldnât see that this time his words hurt you? So, why were your stupid eyes burning like you wanted to cry? Then two strong arms scooped you up and Mammon lifted you off your feet.
âMammon!â You shouted, more surprised than scared. He didnât reply. He only shifted his hold on you so he was carrying you bridal style in front of him. He quickly reached his door and kicked it closed behind him. âPut me d-down!â You yelped just as he dropped you onto the couch. You scrambled back to your feet, not quite ready to give up on escaping. However, when you headed back toward the door he blocked the way. âNo! Donât run! Just yell at me or whatever you have to do! But donât walk out!â His expression was so conflicted. Not nearly as determined as his actions. The contrast was unsettling. âIâd rather you were mad at me right here.â âI donât want to be right here!â You attempted to move past him but he always seemed to be right in your way. âMammon!â You finally shouted at him in exasperation. He winced but only retreated enough to stand in front of the door, looking unwilling to move at any cost. âIf youâre not goinâ ta keep yelling then I guess ya need ta listen.â He said looking more broken hearted than you felt. âIâm sorry. Iâm so sorry, . Okay? I hurt ya! Iâm an ass! And Iâm sorry!â âIf youâre sorry then let me leave!â He shook his head. âNo, cause ya donât believe me! Ya gotta believe me first! Even if ya still want ta kick my ass for what I said. Ya gotta believe I hate that I said it.â âWhy should I believe you when you say it all the time?â You countered with a glare. ââIâm just protectinâer, cause Lucifer said to! Sheâs just some human. She donât matter ta me.â and all that after you put your tongue down my throat this morning? Thatâs bullshit Mammon!â Despite your angry words the tears were escaping, hindering your retort with a sad sniffle at the end. âAwe shit! Iâmâshit.â He pulled you into his arms giving you one of his best hugs ever. Why were his hugs the best? It really sucked that you liked them so much. His gentle hand was rubbing your back soothingly. âIâm such an ass . Why the hell did ya even let me near ya when Iâm such an ass?â âYouâre not an ass⊠you were just acting like one.â You sighed.
Why did his feelings always have to outweigh your anger? Just looking at that defeated expression was derailing how furious you'd just been. You knew Mammonâs emotional baggage could down an airliner, and possibly even swamp a cruise ship. If he was owning up to his actions with you, then you needed to be careful. As hurt as you were by what happened, you knew his denials about your relationship stemmed from a much deeper hurt than Mammon ever admitted. If you werenât careful with the situation you would be driving a steam roller over the trust youâd built between the two of you. Youâd promised yourself not to hurt him like that. âGreat, now I feel like even more of an ass to have you defending me after I made you cry. Shit. Whereâs Lucifer? Iâm sure heâd be willing to kick my ass for you.â âNo.â You sighed. âHow about you just apologize for being stupid and tell me the truth. Are you embarrassed that Iâm⊠with you?â âHell no! Itâs you that should be embarrassed. Its me doinâanâsayinâ stupid things. I mean your⊠just amazinâ _.â His words made you look at him. The pain you saw in those beautiful eyes felt as though you were the one being cut. Like you were the one being punched in the gut. When had his pain become what hurt you the most? Maybe when his happiness had become what made you the most happy? You honestly didnât know. âI feel like Iâm going to wake up tomorrow and youâll have found someone betterân me. I hate that feeling. And it feels even worse to think they all might start laughinâ at me on top of watchinâ me lose you. It just makes me feel like Cerberus is about to run me down and eat me.â He sighed. âMammon.â You sighed and wrapped your arms around him. âGuess what? Thatâs why I get scared when you say stuff like that.â âWhadâya mean?â You knew youâd have to put this into words or he would understand. Heâd know he messed up but heâd place it all on his own shoulders if you weren't careful. Honestly you knew your insecurities were as much to blame as his own. Yet, you hadnât seen a way to articulate that before now. âMammon⊠Iâm afraid Iâll wake up tomorrow and what you just said wonât be a lie. That my being with you is the lie. One Iâve just been telling myself. If that happened⊠and I really was nothing to you? I donât think I could stand it.â You shook your head. âYou could never be nothinâ ta me.â He replied. âIâm still trying to convince myself of that. It might take a bit of time to do it.â You shrug, âI just care about you too much to be something unimportant to you. I feel apprehensive about that side of our relationship. Mostly because this is still really new.â His hands cupped your face and he brushed a tender kiss against your mouth. âIt sounds like we both need some convincing. Iâm sorry if what I said made it harder for you to believe it, but⊠you being with me? Iâve never been this happy before. So happy it makes me suspicious its all a dream.â âIâm glad we are dealing with the same problem then.â You smiled back at him. âI know in my mind how good you are, how kind⊠but what if I donât really have any claim on you? My heart has belonged to âThe Mammonâ for a long time now. I canât imagine convincing it otherwise.â âThen maybe I need to tell ya yerâ my favorite human more often? So yer mind nâheart finally agree that ya really are mine.â âI like that idea, and just in case you didnât know it already? Youâre my favorite too, Mammon.â
âEasy there, human. If you look too cute Iâll have to get into a fight with those lesser demons on the way to school today.â He sighed. âCanât you tone it down a little?â
You stared at him where he sat for just a moment. Had he really just said what you thought you heard. Mammonâs expression made you have to admit he had. The mixture of shock and the fiery blush on his cheeks were more telling than seeing the words written in Mammonâs own hand. You couldnât resist the impulse to run after him. Throwing your arms around him from the back with an enthusiasm that nearly knocked him over. To your surprise instead of censuring you for tryinig to topple you both onto the ground, he laughed. Your favorite smile turned your way and the light in his gorgeous blue eyes seemed brighter than you had ever seen it. âCome on,_. Weâd better start walking to school if we want to avoid a lecture from Lucifer.â You followed him out the door. He didnât hold your hand or anything but you felt closer to him than you had in a long time. The two of you were nearly to school when you noticed the small crowd of demons following along behind you. Some of the demons start calling to Mammon. âHey Mammon. Dragging your human off to school again? You sure they allow pets?â One laughed. âIf she were my pet sheâd have bitten you by now.â Mammon replied. Raucous laughter followed that response but it didnât stop the jeers. âSo if sheâs not a pet then what exactly is she a toy?â âYou idiots must be blind to think that. Nah, sheâs the most amazing person I know actually.â Mammonâs words startled you and you watched him carefully as he continued to stroll along the walkway as though he owned the realm. âScum like youâd be lucky to even talk to her. Especially because sheâs mine, and The Great Mammon isnât so forgiving when lesser demons bother his favorite human.â He wrapped an arm around your shoulders affectionately and you smiled up at him. You could swear that instead of walking to school that day you were actually floating.
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domiel, lillehammer 2024
"I thought we weren't talking anymore," Domen says and Daniel winces, looking hurt.
Domen is sitting on his hotel bed, scrolling on his phone through Instagram when there's a knock on his door. Confused, Domen looks up. He is not expecting someone. Most of the team has already gone to bed as far as he knows and Domen didn't order any room service.
He puts his phone on the nightstand, gets up and walks slowly to the door. Domen's body still aches from his fall earlier but that's nothing compared to what could have happened. Quickly Domen banishes the images from his head. He does not want to think about that. Before Domen can open the door, there's another knock. He rolls his eyes. Whoever is standing before the door, is in a hurry.
Domen opens the door a little and peeks out. You can never be sure. Maybe there's a burglar there who wants to rob Domen. But Domen doesn't have anything valuable on him. A few euros, yes, but otherwise there's not much to be gained from him. Standing before the door, however, is not a thief.
It's Daniel Andre Tande. Domen does a double take, not trusting his eyes. Maybe he did hit his head worse than he had thought. Daniel (or the illusion of Daniel) gives a small smile. "Hi," he breathes, "I wanted to make sure you are okay. Can I come in?" Without a word, Domen steps aside and lets Daniel in. He rakes his head of things to say. Probably "Hey, nice that you are here" or something like that.
"I thought we weren't talking anymore," is what comes out of his mouth instead. Very subtle indeed, congratulations. Daniel winces and Domen considers jumping out of the window. But since his hotel room is on the ground floor, that wouldn't help much. Only wet clothes from the snow.
Daniel turns to look at Domen but he averts his eyes, doesn't want to see the look on Daniel's face. There was a time when Domen loved nothing more than to look into Daniel's face, to see the sparkle in his eyes and to enjoy his smile. But that time is over and it is not Domen's fault. It was Daniel who ended everything, who broke Domen's heart. "With my retirement, things will be difficult between us, we shouldn't see each other," Daniel had said and in that moment, Domen's world had collapsed. Sure, officially they had never been together but Domen couldn't deny his feelings. He had fucking loved Daniel! The fact that he dared to show up here now is unbelievable. Who even gave Daniel his hotel room number? Suddenly Domen just feels anger inside him, slowly rising to the top.
"I saw you fall and I felt so much anxiety in me, it was unbelievable. Of course, I saw you walking away but I just wanted to make sure you are okay," Daniel explains and Domen shrugs. He knows Daniel's history with falls and sure, it wasn't a nice fall but Daniel could stop pretending he cared about Domen. He had clearly shown that this wasn't the case.
Domen put his hands on his hips. "See, I'm in one piece, you can go now," he said in a gruff voice and Daniel sighs. "Look, I know I have been an asshole but I still care about you, you know." Domen huffs at that, rolling his eyes. As if that is the truth. Domen knows better now than to trust Daniel with anything.
Daniel takes a step towards Domen but he backs away. A look of hurt crosses Daniel's face but Domen does not care. Who does he think he is? "You should go now," Domen says again, more urgent this time. He needs Daniel out of his hotel room or he might do something stupid like yell at him or even worse, cry. That would be embarrassing.
"Domen, please. I am sorry, I know I have hurt you and I deserve it if you hate me. But I did what I did for us. How could it have worked between us with me being retired and you in new countries every weekend? We barely would have seen each other. But I realized just how much I have missed you. It deeply hurt me to not be able to hear your voice or see your laughter. I don't know what to do," Daniel confesses and Domen thinks he sees some tears starting to collect in Daniel's eyes. Domen deflates, all the anger suddenly gone. He understands Daniel's reasoning but he can't help but feel like Daniel could have handled it better. Daniel looks so small in Domen's hotel room and Domen believes what Daniel had said.
Still, he is unsure how to proceed now. First, he probably has to say something, right? "Thank you for explaining your reasoning. That's what I would have needed when you had ended it between us. Just an explanation and maybe a sorry," Domen says and shrugs. Daniel nods miserably. "I know, I was horrible."
At that Domen laughs, making Daniel jump slightly. "Oh yes, you were. You know, I told Peter what you have said. He wanted to fly over to Norway and kill you," Domen says and Daniel looks horrified. Well, he should be. An angry Peter is not something you want to deal with, Domen knows this from first-hand experience. He grins at Daniel and the Norwegian seems slowly to relax. "I'm glad he didn't, then," Daniel says and Domen answers, "Me too."
Now Daniel also smiles a little. Shyly he looks at the floor, before he asks, "May I hug you?" Domen considers it a little before he nods slowly. He still doesn't know how to feel, but deep down Domen feels that he wants to feel Daniel's arms around him. When Daniel slowly hugs him, Domen sinks into the embrace. It just feels good to be near Daniel again. Domen has missed this feeling more than anything. Maybe it will never be the same again, but what is happening right now is a step in the right direction.
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no one touch me someone just asked if they could bind my fic âa letter to your old addressâ into a book
HUH??? WHAT?????? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
#THATS SO COOL WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LIKE MY FICSO MUHC YOU WANT TO PRESERVE IT PHYSICALLY AND NOT ONLY PRINT IT BUT BIND IT ASWELL#ON THE FLOOR SOBBING#sorry I need to yell about this here I just#cannot believe this#i love this community and how creative everyone is and it means the world when people get creative with my work#okay thatâs all Iâm gonna go scream a little more by myself okay bye#mad ramblings#I feel insane#like no one HAS to draw stuff based on my stories or bind my fic into a little book but here you guys are#doing it anyway#just because#itâs midnight how am I supposed to sleep now
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I wanna give him a blanket. Can it maybe just materialize outta nowhere?
(I know fabric wrinkles suck to draw. You don't gotta đ”)
#i uh#i got carried away. Oops. wtf is wrong with this guy??#Lmk if you need translations for the particularly glitchy part.#also just to clarify the physical glitch is not what /caused/ him to say that it just particularly irritated him and so he lashed out-#-before he could think ab it. i almost contemplated a frame of him apologizing & then i thought about it... he would not. nuh uh.#Last ask with this setting for now. It /will/ come back though because he sleeps there.#stayed up a little too late to finish this... i was so excited all day to do this one lmfao#it wasnt supposed to go past where he calls you a plethora of names but i needed to make it somehow transition back to the storefront later#thank you brave anon for your attempt. not really how it works here though. The fabric folds isnt really the issue lol.#as an apology you get the longest one to date. thanks o7.#spamton#spamton g spamton#[you've got mail!]#he switched up so quickly after it dissapated beause he realized he was just yelling at a camera... embarasing.. what a freak#going crazy in the tags today not sorry
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Updating my shop soon! Hopefully tomorrow âĄ
#Genuinely soooo embarassed I have to re purpose my year old art because I can't illustrate#They're still really cute. I just want to make new things ;_; ......#I've been trying to draw but it's been so impossible. Sorry to come here and lament about it#But I need to yell into the void somewhere -_- ..........
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